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How To Train Your Auror 2: Family Ties	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I want to apologize about the long wait. I suffered from a serious sinus infection this last week, and it left me foggy headed. I made a few apologies on facebook, but I wanted to formally apologize here as well.
Secondly, The Jameson Chronicles has a new chapter up! Chapter 2. Please feel free to take a look!
Third, I have written a Harmony fic titled "The Secret" and a Drinny fic titled "Christmas Desires" in case anyone wants to read them.
Thank you to LightofEvolution for talking me through this chapter and assuring me it wasn't shite. XD
Merry Christmas and happy holidays! (Don't forget, HTTTYA Christmas fic "Traditions" is out!)
~A.
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
I'm headed straight for the castle
They've got the kingdom locked up
And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
"Castle" by Halsey
Narcissa Malfoy stared down at her wide-eyed grandson, pressing a single finger to her lips. "Shh," she told him, running her fingers through his white-blond tresses so similar to her son's. It was like staring down at a doe-eyed Draco all over again the night the Ministry came asking questions about Lucius's involvement in the First War. She vowed after the Second War to never again allow her family to be caught up in the horrors of battle. Unfortunately, she realized her vow had been all for naught, because here they were again, more divided than ever.
Scratching came from the other side of the door, but Narcissa ignored it for now. She'd placed enough spells on the door to grant her time to say goodbye to her grandson before taking her place amongst the front lines. She needed him to be safe, for Draco's sake, and for her own.
"I want Mummy."
"I know," she cooed, holding him tightly to her, "and I'll find her. But I need you to be strong, now. Can you do that for me, Scorpius?"
"Mhmm."
"Good." Narcissa scooped the child up in her arms, noticing his green and silver striped pajamas with little bowtruckle patterns. Such an innocent soul to be thrown into this mess. She crossed the room with him in tow and brandished her wand at the mirror hanging on the wall. With a groan, the looking glass swung open, revealing a passageway with stone steps and cobwebs dangling from the ceiling. "Scorpius, I'm going to have to leave you now."
"No, Gama!" Scorpius wrapped his arms tight around her neck. "I want Mummy. Daddy!"
Narcissa forced a stern look about her face and peeled the toddler off of her, though her heart ached to do it. She sat him down in the first step and swished her wand again, this time muttering, "Expecto Patronum!"
An elegant swan made of dazzling white light revealed itself from the tip of her wand, flapping its wings and swimming gracefully through the air.
"Your father used to love these tunnels… Follow the light, Scorpius."
The toddler shook his head. "No! I stay with you!"
"No," Narcissa could already feel her magic being stripped from the door, spell by spell. "Listen to me. You need to brave like your Daddy. Not a word. You have to be silent and strong. Can you do that for me?"
Scorpius nodded, and Narcissa shut the mirror, her heart shattering in the process. With one elegant wave of her hand, she removed the wards from the door. It creaked open, and a small girl with pixie hair, olive skin, and a wicked smile let herself in. "A queen locked away in her castle. Does that make me your knight in shining armor?"
Narcissa chose not to answer the girl, instead staring at her reflection in the mirror to buy time. She fixed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes, straightened the collar of her dress, and turned to her opponent. "Soldiers get younger every year, it seems."
"Where's the boy?"
"Not here, I'm afraid. Perhaps he's on vacation? -Put that wand away, dear. You won't be needing it. I'll come willingly." Narcissa smirked at the flabbergasted expression of the young girl as she breezed past her and into the hall. "It's been years since Abraxas and I last spoke. We're overdue for a nice, long chat."
"Do you have any way of getting a letter to the Ministry?" Harry asked Lucius as they stood in front of a boarded up wine cellar entrance near the gardens. Hermione took point in the tunnel first, wand extended and prepared for any threat.
"If I can get access to a floo, I might be able to get a letter through."
"Right. Do that. -I can't believe I'm saying this, but we're counting on you, Mister Malfoy."
"Do you honestly think I would sit idly by while my wife and grandson are threatened?" And with that, Lucius took his leave, shutting the rotted wooden door behind them.
"Do you think it will work?" Hermione asked, peering into the darkness with the light of her wand. "Can we trust him?"
"We have to," Harry replied, pushing his glasses up his nose out of habit. "I don't plan on dying any time tonight. Ginny would kill me."
Hermione often forgot how difficult it must be for Harry to leave Ginny and the boys, sometimes for days at a time. Her time with Draco, since they were both Aurors, hardly left any room for them not to see each other on a daily basis. To push it all aside and know it could be the end… Harry still amazed her with his bravery.
She gave a smile behind his back he couldn't see and said, "Yes, I imagine she would."
They came to a fork in the pathway, with one slanted upwards to a set of stairs leading towards a green light, and one tilting down: darker, moldy smelling, and entirely daunting.
"Which way?" asked Harry.
Hermione used the Gray magic to cast a heightened senses charm and inhaled through her nose. The tunnel to the right, which slanted up, smelled of residual potions and burnt magic. The air was fresher, but only so by some cleansing charm. The downward path nearly caused her to gag, so thick with spores and dust and grime. The air was stale, and she doubted there would be a way of value in this one. However…
"It can't be."
"What?" Harry bounced on the heels of his feet, following her gaze. "What's down there?"
"Harry, you go on ahead," she took a step toward the left path. "Take the path to the right."
"Oh, no. I've seen this movie." Harry reached out and clasped a hand around Hermione's arm, holding her back. "Splitting up never works, Hermione."
"This isn't a movie," she responded, turning to face him. "I'll be alright. -Scorpius needs you. I'll catch up."
"At least tell me what you're about to do."
"You're just going to have to trust me on this one, Harry," she gave him an encouraging smile. "Can you do that?"
It was obvious Harry wanted to argue, but he realized there would be no point in arguing with Hermione Jean Granger and dropped his arm to his side. "I've always trust you. No sense in stopping now."
"Exactly." She shot him a wink. "Be careful, please. Don't do anything reckless."
"When have I ever?" Harry smirked, adding quickly as Hermione opened her mouth, "Besides, you know, all the other times."
"I'm counting on you, Harry Potter." She poked him in the sternum. "No dying on my watch."
"Right." They squeezed hands and took their separate paths, veering in opposite directions. Hermione braced herself as she began her slow descent, preparing herself.
The faint glow of blue didn't surprise her as she neared. Instead, it only baffled her how it was here at all.
"A Pandora Box." She clicked her tongue. "No wonder the wards are down."
Auror Theodore Jameson awoke to find himself bound to a chair at the dining room table, his arms and legs strapped to the extremities by his own magical-binding cuffs. His muscles felt stiff as boards, so he could only deduce he had been in this position for a while. Theodore didn't remember passing out, but a stinging pain behind his ear told him he'd been hit by something forceful. As his eyes came into focus, he saw a pair of sky-blue eyes staring fondly back at him.
"Hey there," said Lindy, patting a wet washcloth along Theodore's ear. When she withdrew the washcloth for him to see, it was stained with fresh blood. "How are you feeling, sleepyhead?"
He glared, jerking against his cuffs even though he knew it would be useless. "Lindy, let me go this instant!"
Her pleasant smile dropped momentarily, and she pouted her lower lip. "That's no way to greet someone who's caring for you, Theodore."
"Travers," came a cold, calculating voice, "take a seat." The young Auror instantly recognized it belonged to Abraxas Malfoy.
Lindy rolled her eyes and patted Theodore's ear a few more times with the cloth. "Yes, my Lord." Then she leaned forward and kissed her once-friend on the forehead. As Lindy moved to the side to take the seat next to Theodore, he caught sight of the many cloaked figures also in attendance around the table. Some looked rather bored. Others chattered amongst themselves in hushed whispers. Down, near the opposite end of the table, he found Astoria, bound and in a chair much like him, though she was gagged, while he was not.
"Astoria!"
A firm hand smacked him in the back of the head. "Stop that," chided Lindy. "You're making a scene."
"Really, Abraxas, is all this necessary?"
Narcissa Malfoy entered, wand in her hand but not prepared to duel. She carried herself with a graceful air as she approached, dressed in elegant evening robes and hair did up: a perfect 'representation of magical upbringing.' Abraxas gave a formal bow to the witch and pulled a chair out for her. "Narcissa. So glad you could join us this evening."
"It seems I had no choice either way. The only reprieve I was given was based on whether I wished to come quietly or not." She narrowed her eyes, standing rooted to her spot. "I suppose you'll be wanting my wand."
"On the contrary, I have no intention of disarming you. You'd be dead at the hand of one of my followers before your body hit the ground," Abraxas smirked, nudging to the chair. "Sit."
This time, Narcissa did as requested, gracefully taking her chair at the end of the table, on the left side of Abraxas's chair, which held the 'head of house' position. The right seat was still vacant, Theodore realized. He wondered who it was reserved for.
"The boy?" Abraxas asked the young girl who entered next, identified as Dessy earlier in the evening. Dessy folded her arms in a pout. "The queen plays a fair game of chess and doesn't give away her secrets."
"I see." Abraxas sat in his chair and reached for a goblet in front of him, taking a few minor sips before addressing Narcissa again. "Where is the boy, Cissy?"
"Surely you and your ruffians can sniff him out?"
The corner of the Malfoy man's lips twitched, and he set his drink down. "Don't play games with me, witch."
"Games? I wouldn't dare."
Abraxas, grazing his eyes over his fold of followers, attempted a different approach. "And your dear husband… will he be making an appearance this evening?"
"Your son?" snipped Narcissa.
The blond snorted a laugh. "He is no son of mine."
"He is every bit your child. Just as Draco is every bit mine. You managed to slip your venomous ways into him as well, didn't you?"
"Draco knows what side is worth fighting for," Abraxas said in a calm tone. "The winning side, of course."
A robust burst of chuckles and laughter fluttered around the table, and many raised their goblets at Abraxas's quip.
Theodore took a moment to pry his eyes away from the Malfoys and search the table once again for Astoria, meeting her soft, green eyes. He nodded once in confirmation, hoping it was enough to let her know he had her best interests at heart, and he wouldn't let anything happen to her. She looked weak; there were lavender circles beneath her eyes, and her skin appeared sallow.
"Lindy," Theodore said, focusing now on the blonde, "Please. Astoria is ill. Surely you can see it-"
"-Hush, Theodore," she demanded, "don't speak out of turn, or you'll be gagged as well."
"Well said, Travers," said Abraxas with a hearty grin. "While I have your attention, Lindy, it seems our sweet counterpart refuses to give up the whereabouts of our guest of honor. Perhaps you would peer into her mind and unmask his location?"
"You're welcome to try, dear," said Narcissa to Lindy, tapping her fingers along the table, "I always welcome a challenge."
Harry followed the path up, up, up to a latched door at the base of a floorboard. With a quick alohomora, he unfastened the lock and pushed the door up. When he crawled out, he found himself on the dungeon floor. His heart gave a leap when he noticed Dean at the base of the steps, cradling his shoulder with his hand, his palms soaked in blood.
"Dean?"
Dean jumped at the sound of his name, straining to focus his eyes. "Harry!"
"Dean, what happened?" Harry ran to his friend's side and pried back Dean's hand to notice a wound the size of a dime bleeding profusely.
"Some magical Green Arrow type showed up and gave me a run for my money," he replied, hissing as Harry cut Dean's shirt with the tip of his wand to get a better look at the injury. "I thought I was a goner there for a moment."
"Why aren't you?"
"Because I suddenly remembered how good I am at Confundus Charms." Dean gave a smirk. "So ol' arrow boy and Lindy both think they were alone when he came looking for her. Thought it might buy me some time."
"That's brilliant," Harry applauded his friend. "But this injury isn't. We've got to stop the bleeding."
"Yeah, alright."
Harry looked around the dungeons for anything metal and settled on an iron candlestick protruding from the wall. He went up to it, jerked with the weight of his body, and broke it off. Then, he walked over to Dean, transfiguring the stick into a flat iron with a handle and gave him an apologetic look. "This is gonna hurt a bit." He sat the iron on the ground and said, "Incendio." Flames burst to life around the iron, heating it up.
"Ah, no. Come on." Dean squirmed in his spot. "Harry, you're having one off, right?"
"Wish I were," Harry said, dispersing the flames and levitating the iron up. "Pull back your shirt."
"Shit," Dean pulled at the material until a full view of his pectoral and shoulder was exposed, squeezing his eyes shut as he did.
"Silencio," Harry whispered, pointing his wand at Dean. "Sorry, mate. Can't have them hearing you." Then he levitated the iron and pressed into Dean's shoulder. His friend cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks, but no noise escaped his throat. Harry counted the seconds and chucked the iron away across the room, staring at the bright red, cauterized scar he'd left his friend with. But the bleeding had stopped, and that's what counted. "Can you stand?" Dean breathed in and out through his nose, nodding. Harry helped him to him to his feet, removing the silencing charm.
"Fucking Hell, Harry," Dean growled, shoving his friend in the shoulder. "Just 'cause you have a scar doesn't mean you have to go and give everyone else one." His lips turned up in a quirky grin. "Where's the bloody dittany when you need it?"
"You're welcome." Harry glanced up at the ceiling. "So where are they now?"
"No idea. But it sounds like there's more than a few up there." Dean glanced down at the cellar door from which Harry came. "Where's the rest of the calvary?"
"Hermione's with me," the raven-haired wizard replied. "Well… sort of. She needed to take care of something."
"There's a lot of somethings above our head that could use a good sorting out at the moment."
"Have you gotten word out to the Ministry?"
"I was shot in the shoulder with an arrow. What do you think?" Dean paused. "Wait. You're not the reinforcements?"
"We came here on a hunch."
"Damn good hunch, that was! Where the Hell have you been?"
"It's a long story."
"Isn't it always?"
The two men climbed the staircase, wands at their sides.
"Not even going to wait on me, boys?"
Harry whipped his head around to see Hermione Granger emerging from the cellar door, something hovering behind her. It took him a few moments to process the sight, but when he did, he blanched. "Hermione, is that a-?"
"-Yes it is," she stated, waving her hand to move the mysterious object in the center of the room. The box hovered at eye level between them, a glimmering white sheen glistening inches over the edges. "I shielded it in a stasis spell of my own design like I did when we procured the others. I thought maybe we could use it against them."
"Fight fire with a big bomb, eh?" Dean gave a thumbs up. "I'm all for it, as long is it doesn't blow any of us up."
"Do we know where Scorpius is?" she asked.
"No idea yet," Harry shook his head. "But don't worry," he added, noticing the discontent on her face, "We'll find him."
"Scorpius was upstairs asleep before all this happened," Dean offered. "Maybe Auror Jameson has him."
"Can you sense them?" Harry asked Hermione. He watched her extend her hand toward the ceiling, concentrating. With a heavy sigh, she brought her hand back down and shook her head.
"I can't feel anything. Keeping this box in stasis is draining our resources."
"Our?" asked Dean.
"The Gray and myself."
"The Gray's on our side, now? That's amazing!" Then his eyebrows knitted together. "Wait, no, it's not. The only way to get to the Gray is through... " He glanced at Harry. "Is that where you've been? Breaking Greg Diggle out of Azkaban?"
"Not me. Malfoy."
"Breaking Malfoy out of Azkaban?"
"Malfoy broke Diggle out of Azkaban!"
"Oh." Dean tensed. "Oh." Then his eyes went wide. "Oh! This makes so much sense now!"
"Great," Hermione rolled her eyes, "can we focus, please? Plans. Harry?"
"I… erm… just sort of thought we'd wing it," he told her.
"Wing it? This is my son we're talking about, Harry! This isn't some run of the mill assignment! You can't just wing-"
"Shh! Hermione, calm down!" Harry warned her. "I was only halfway joking." He looked to Dean. "We'll form a distraction." Then he looked back to Hermione. "Think you can get that Pandora Box near Abraxas without detection?"
"I can sure as Hell try."
"We'll secure any hostages. Hermione, after you get the Pandora Box upstairs, I'm leaving it up to you to get Scorpius and anyone else out of here."
"I'm the one with the Gray Magic," she argued, "I'm more valuable as a duelist."
"No offense, Hermione, but you aren't really great at dualism," Harry chided, smirking at his pun. He received a swat on the back of the head in return. "Ah! Kidding!" He rubbed the sore spot behind his ear and continued, "You carrying the Gray is the reason I need you to get the others out. You'll have a stronger defense to protect them."
"Abraxas has the Pandora Stone, Harry. If you aren't careful, you could lose your magic."
"Then we'll just have to be careful then, won't we?"
"You're liable to get yourselves avada'd is what you are," a cool voice spoke from behind them. "My family's not really known for being civil."
The trio spun around to find Draco Malfoy, the Gray Magic book in hand and a smirk on his face. Next to him stood a disgruntled looking Greg Diggle, arms crossed and hair standing on end.
"Come on," leered Draco, "you didn't think we were going to let you have all the fun, did you?"
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Merry Christmas to you and yours
And happy holidays if you don't celebrate Christmas
With all my love,
~A.
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