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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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Hey, all! Long time, no post. I know, I know. Over a week and no post? Crazy for me, but I had some stuff come up with my wrist, and waymay's been sick, and I needed to sort out some plot points with LightofEvolution before continuing, because I want to make sure I leave no stone unturned in giving you exactly what you deserve: the best damn Dramione action/mystery I can muster. With that being said, please give it up to the lovely Sunful824 and LightofEvolution for editing/proofing/helping me with this chapter to make it all what it could be. Light, thank you for the plot help. I couldn't sift through all my thoughts without you.

Hope y'all love!

~A.
Get ready cos here I come
I'm about to come and get me some
Hot as a smoke can get
Get ready cos here I come
(what you gonna do)
I'm gonna rock you
(what you gonna do)
I'm gonna rock you
(what you gonna do)
I'm gonna rock you,
I'll have you begging for mercy
begging for mercy ohh
I'm dangerous

"Dangerous" by Royal Deluxe
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" Harry was the first to react, his green eyes blaring with shock and disbelief. Hermione felt her heart flutter at the sight of her fiance, while Dean looked between Diggle and Draco with amused interest.
Draco appeared taken aback by Harry's abrupt anger, and he acted accordingly, sneering out, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm here to save your arse, of course."
"My arse doesn't need saving, Malfoy. We had a plan-"
"-A terrible plan," said Diggle, attempting to slick his frazzled tresses down with his hand. "One that's liable to get you killed."
"How'd you get in here?" asked Harry."The whole place has been sealed off…"
Hermione could feel it radiating off of the blond and answered before he could. "Draco's in possession of the Gray Magic." She watched him smirk. "What did you trade for it?"
"Does it matter?" he shrugged, swiftly approaching the group. He enveloped Hermione in a hug with one arm, cradling the Gray book with the other. Their magic sizzled between them, setting off small electric sparks.
With a blush, Hermione kissed his cheek and whispered, "Our magic seems to like each other quite a bit."
"Probably all the wild sex we have," he chuckled into her ear so only she could hear. Then he said, a bit louder to Harry and Dean, "Your plan won't work. You'll become the hostages you plan to liberate. My grandfather leaves no room for error."
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Harry crossed his arms.
"Allow me to fulfill my Unbreakable Vow."
"Whoa, there's a vow, now?" Dean crossed his arms, observing his friend with interest. "Just what in Merlin's name have you been up to this week?"
Draco ignored the comment, instead saying, "I can be the distraction. Let me bring Diggle to my grandfather. I can shield you all under the Gray's magic."
"That's your grand plan?" Diggle seethed, stepping up to the group. "Not happening. Abraxas Malfoy plans to kill me. You're just going to hand me over to him? After all I did for you?"
"Like kill my husband?" shot Hermione.
"And Romero?" Dean interjected.
"And wiped out an entire class of young Aurors?" pointed out Harry.
Draco added, "Let's not forget exposing our major magical landmarks to the muggle populations and nearly overthrowing the Ministry…"
"Alright!" Diggle threw his hands up in the air. "I'm a real tosser. Is that what you lot want to hear?"
"Yes!" They all said in unison, nodding their heads.
"Fine!" The convict crossed his arms. "So you turn me over to Abraxas. What's next?"
"We wait for him to reveal his plan," answered Draco, looking to the group, who stared back with disbelief. "Look, you have no idea what he's planning."
"Do you?" asked Harry.
"If I did, don't you think I'd have told you by now?"
Hermione could sense the tension between Draco and her best friend, and she placed a hand on each of their chests, saying, "He has a point, Harry. We need to know what Abraxas is scheming if we're to take him down for good."
Harry gave an irritated huff and pushed his glasses up his nose, glaring at Draco. "When this is all through, you and I are having a serious heart to heart in my office about the importance of following orders."
Draco smirked, quirking an eyebrow. "I'll take that as a thank you for saving your arse." When Harry didn't respond, the blond looked to him in confusion. "What's got you choking on your jockstrap, Potter?"
"Do you have any idea what it means to stick to a plan? Seriously, I know you grew up as a Malfoy, but the entire world doesn't revolve around you and your 'brilliant' mind."
Hermione waited for the proverbial backlash, but was shocked when she found Draco soaking in Harry's words before nodding in agreement and saying, "My apologies."
Harry paled in response, looking over to Hermione with sheer bewilderment. "Hermione, does Gray magic make you ill?"
Narcissa gave no indication Lindy Travers was succeeding in her endeavors, and judging by the thin sheen of glistening sweat on Lindy's cheek, the mind of the Malfoy woman was stronger than anyone the younger witch ever encountered. There was a slight discomfort on Narcissa's face as Lindy probed deeper, attempting to crack her shell, but it was to no avail. Lindy threw a thick bolt of light up toward the ceiling with her wand in frustration, swaying the chandelier above everyone's heads.
"You're strong," Lindy noted, cracking the joints in her neck and rolling her shoulders to loosen the muscles.
"Years of practice with the Dark Lord," smirked Narcissa, shifting her eyes over to Abraxas. "As much fun as this is… perhaps we could spare the theatrics just the once and have a discussion like two civilized magical folk. I know how difficult that is for you."
"Not as difficult as sending out invitations to a soiree in my own home."
Draco Malfoy's heart beat savagely in his chest as he addressed the crowded dining room, and all eyes turned on him. To say the feeling of nostalgia overtook him would be a gross understatement; nearly every chair at the vast table was occupied by a wizard or witch in colored robes with their hoods drawn over their faces. It did nothing to Draco's waning courage, and he forced his knees to stop trembling long enough to push Greg Diggle forward into the room, causing the wizard to stumble forward. Diggle's wrists were bound by magical ropes, and his mouth was langlocked.
Meeting eyes with his grandfather, Draco visibly smirked (despite his growing fear) and nodded once in confirmation. "Don't tell me the invitation was lost in the mail?"
Abraxas responded with a smirk of his own, though there was a fire in his gaze as his eyes set on Greg Diggle. "Draco…" His grey orbs snapped back up to his grandson. "I knew you'd find your way here, eventually. Do come join us." He didn't look the least bit surprised to see Draco show up, unannounced. In fact, he looked as if he expected it all along. It sent Draco's insides squirming.
"First, you let my mother go," he said, pointing his wand at the back of Diggle's head. He trailed his eyes around the room, meeting the disoriented sight of Astoria and determined stare of Auror Jameson. He let his eyes roam over every single individual, and his heart sank when he realized Scorpius was nowhere to be found. "Where's my son?"
"A question for your dear mother, I imagine," Abraxas replied, waving his hand in Narcissa's direction. It felt otherworldly to see his mother seated at this table again next to a madman and with no possible means of escape.
"You said you'd leave them alone," Draco whispered. "We made a deal."
"I couldn't very well keep you on your word alone, could I, Draco?"
"So I suppose my vow meant nothing?"
"On the contrary," Abraxas grinned, "I knew you would come through on that end. Self-preservation and all… but I need you motivated for what's next." He rose from the table and a blanketed silence fell over the room. Draco concentrated his efforts on keeping his concealing charm up long enough for Harry, Dean, and Hermione to do their work.
"And what's next, then?" Draco asked.
"First thing's first… your vow, Draco."
"Yeah, yeah." The blond pushed Diggle forward onto his knees in front of Abraxas. "Sorry, I didn't gift wrap him. Couldn't find a bow that suited his eye color. It tends to change."
"He appears to be wrapped enough." Abraxas halted in front of Diggle and lifted his chin with the tip of his wand. "Hello, Bastian Cane. So pleasant to make your acquaintance again."
It was Narcissa to speak next, gasping. "This… this is Cane?"
"Not nearly as intimidating without his Gray Magic to keep him company," Abraxas smirked. "Now then," he waved his wand and removed the Langlock spell, "how has my favorite Auror been? Did you enjoy your days rotting away in Azkaban?"
"Indubitably, it's a far stretch nicer than ever seeing your face again," Diggle scoffed.
Abraxas rolled his eyes, unperturbed but the insult, and snapped his fingers. "Get him on the table."
Immediately, two hooded figures in navy blue robes grabbed Diggle up by his arms and jerked him over to the table. There, he was thrown onto the table, his magical restraints freed for but a moment to be recast with his arms and legs extended in the shape of an X.
"What do you plan to do to him?" asked Draco. He could hear the concern in his voice, trying to cover it up with nonchalance, but his grandfather noticed.
"Don't tell me your adventure with the man has left you sympathetic?"
"Of course not."
"Good. Then you have but one bit left of the agenda." Abraxas extended his hand toward the book.
Draco hesitated. "Why… why attack my family in this way? You were already getting what you wanted… why?"
"This is my home. Where else would I wish to create a new Sacred Twenty-Eight covenant? The fact we acted tonight and not tomorrow has little to do with you, I'm afraid, and more to do with convenience. Our dear Travers," Abraxas gestured across the table, to Lindy Bolt, whose eyes met Draco's in such a way that if they were animals, her ears would have drawn back in fear, "was able to infiltrate the home a bit ahead of schedule. She'll make a fine companion for you, when this is all over."
"My Lord?" Lindy jerked in her chair, eyebrows drawn together. Her eyes shifted anxiously over to Auror Jameson, who seemed to be soaking in the conversation with serious interest. Analytical to a fault, that Jameson was. And bloody useless tied up like that. Astoria didn't look much better off, Draco noticed; she was barely conscious. He struggled to reach out his magic and sense Scorpius, but it took everything in him to conceal Potter and Dean, who he hoped were competent enough to pull off their parts.
"If you think I'm marrying her, it'll be over my lifeless corpse," Draco sneered. "You know all about those, don't you, Bolt?"
Her lips set in a hard line, mirroring her deplorance.
Something soft touched the base of his spine, signaling him. He knew exactly who it was: Hermione, hidden by the Gray.
"Go on," he said, using his words as a double meaning. "Let's end this."
"Very well. Hand me the book."
And so Draco did. When his grandfather's hand connected with the book, he gave a vicious smirk.
"And the stone?"
Begrudgingly, the young Auror handed that over as well, folded in a small handkerchief from his pockets. As he rested the stone on the book, he felt the indescribable shudder of magic around his wrist, releasing him from his Vow.
"Good." Abraxas's lips curled upwards. "You've served me well, Draco. Don't go screwing it all up now. After all, so many others are counting on you."
Hermione felt an anxious pull in her stomach as she stood behind her fiance and watched him take a seat at the table across from his mother, obedient to Abraxas's every wish. He played his part well, she noted, disturbed really at how well he performed. Yes, he was still snarky and bitter, but his temperament was nothing short of a grandson ready to please his grandfather. For half a moment, she wondered if he was truly acting.
The Pandora Box between her hands, still sealed in its stasis charm, she glanced about the room, figuring where best to place it. That's when she heard Diggle pipe up from the table,
"Oy, Malfoy! There a reason I'm on display here for everyone? Got a big show lined up?"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"As a matter of fact, you're the main attraction," smirked Abraxas, moving his chair back with a wave of his hand before taking a seat at the head of the table. With another wave of his hand, he sealed Diggle's lips, shutting him up. "That is better, isn't it?" He removed the Resurrection stone from the book, careful to keep it wrapped in its cloth as he scooted it over in front of Draco. Then, he strummed his fingers atop the book and grinned around at his counterparts. "I want to thank every single one of you for coming this evening. Whether it is by choice or by force is of no means to me, because after tonight, we shall all be as one. Equals, yet superior against the ever growing threat our families now face."
Although they were invisible and undetectable to the rest of the room, Harry and Dean were vivid in Hermione's eye sight, Harry standing carefully at the entrance near the hallway with his wand drawn, and Dean near the window under a daunting portrait of Lucius and Narcissa. Each was waiting for the prime opportunities to play their parts, but she could see the looks on their faces; they were anxious, ready to get started, the same as her. Still, they all needed to stick to the plan. To Draco's plan.
"Every one of us," continued Abraxas, "in some way, had something taken from us during the War. Whether it was a loved one, a family status, or a fortune, we all lost something. And, as promised, I intend to make amends for my family's part in these transgressions."
"Yes, yes," said a hooded man from the back. He removed his cowl and revealed himself; Hermione recognized him instantly as Holdus Berke, son of the current owner of Borgin and Burkes. "That's all well and good, Malfoy, but how will you make it happen?"
"An excellent question. One, I agree, should be answered post-haste. -As many of you might know, the Sacred Twenty-Eight is not just a family legacy written by the late Cantankerus Nott. No… it is something far greater. A pact stemming back since its beginnings nearly five hundred years ago. One of which, provided is done with the strictest of cooperation, ensures the magical reproduction of the finest pureblood witches and wizards in the world. However, due to the changing times, this pact between the Sacred Twenty-Eight has dwindled, and thus, the magic has worn thin. Our families marry into muggle and half-bloods, producing vermin which choke the very essence of our magic to its dying point! With each generation, the pact grows weaker. Our magic grows weaker. Nonetheless," Abraxas gestured to the book, "With tonight's ceremony complete, we shall form a stronger magical bond between our families than our ancestors ever could! With the Gray Magic at our disposal, we will be able to not only provide our future generations with inherited magical qualities only found between our families, but we shall be able to give ourselves the advantage as well. With this ritual, we will bind our families to the Gray magic permanently. No family shall be purer than our own."
Magical pacts? Bonding the families through the Gray? Inherited magical qualities? If Hermione weren't so terrified, she might have found it fascinating.
"Are you aware of the legend of Pandora's Box, young Berke?" Abraxas accio'd his walking cane to him and popped off the bulb, revealing not one, but two blue, glowing stones, side by side. "It is said that the first witch to acquire it was stripped of all her powers, but it isn't entirely true. The box itself contained but one stone, that, should it be released, could not only eradicate one's magical powers, but those of their offspring as well. Pandora, upon discovering this, used the last of her powers to split the stone in half, thus weakening its strength and creating the first muggle: herself -or so the legend goes. However, if we succeed in the combining of the stones, we can return it to its original state."
He smirked to his grandson, and Draco paled.
"Then, we will have the power to not only uphold our legacy, but dictate the outcome of those who wish to oppose us as well. Yet, we must gather the family together if this is to succeed. Draco," he turned his attention to the blond at his right, "It has come to my attention in recent years you're quite the wizard when it comes to Legilimency. Even more versed than dear Travers."
"I am…"
"Be a good lad and search your mother's mind, would you? I grow tired of games, as I'm sure you're ever so anxious to be reunited with your son."
When Draco made no indication to move, Abraxas snapped his fingers, and a man in black robes stood up from his chair, conjuring a bow and arrow out of thin air and aiming it directly at Theodore Jameson.
"Today, Draco. Or would you let this man's soul rest on your conscience?"
"Don't do it, Malfoy," said Theodore, eyes set on the archer in front of him. "Don't you give him a damn thing."
"Lord Malfoy!" A small witch sprang up from her chair next to Theodore, and Hermione recognized her instantly from her days at the Division. The infamously 'dead' Auror Lindy Bolt, back to life. "I was promised no harm would come to Theodore!"
"And it won't -if my grandson makes the correct choice. Sit down, Travers. Your darling Auror wouldn't be put in this position if you were competent in your work."
Lindy, compromised by her adoration for Theodore, took her chair with hastened motions, releasing a magical wave of aggravation from her that shook the entire room. Merlin, when that woman decided to pout, she pouted. Something shiny above caught Hermione's eye, and it was then she spotted the grand chandelier dangling above everyone's heads.
'The perfect place for a bomb.'
Draco audibly gulped as he exchanged glances with a stricken Lindy Bolt and a stubborn glare from Auror Jameson. No matter how much he wanted to resist his grandfather's demands, he couldn't bring himself to hear the thunk of another arrow moving through a chest.
"Alright," he said. "I'll do it."
"Good lad," Abraxas grinned, clapping his hands together. "Shafiq…" The archer lowered his hands, and the bow, along with the arrow, disappeared in a puff of green smoke. "Wonderful. Well, go on, Draco. We're all waiting."
Draco looked to his mother, expecting to find hate or perhaps disgust, but he only found patient understanding. She dipped her chin once, confirming what he, then, already knew. She was alright with this. But she wouldn't make it easy for him.
Though he didn't need it with the Gray coursing through his veins, he produced his wand, for show, and pointed it at his mother. "Legilimens."
Opening his mother's mind was like prying open a diary with a thick lock. He supposed she would have to be this strong. After all, she had withheld many a secret from the Dark Lord in her day, and many to date still. Dumbledore was wrong. This was the strongest Malfoy -not even a Malfoy at all, really. A Black: tough as nails and twice as sharp. Still, he knew his mother's inner workings, and coming into existence through her gave him a mental link that tethered him to her thoughts. He could feel the shackles of her mind loosening, though she fought hard to keep them tight. So close… he was so close…
A mirror. In Scorpius's bedroom. The same one Draco would use to sneak his way into the den after bedtime to read his father's books.

He snapped out of her mind, watching his mother's eyes widen in surprise. Narcissa had obviously not expected the intrusion, and she looked drained from the experience.
"Ah," Abraxas noticed the woman's weariness as well, "It seems the boy has made some progress. What a development! What talent!" He boasted around the room with vigor. "My grandson, ladies and gentlemen!"
There were a few, scattered claps around the room, though they felt forced.
"Well, Draco. I'm sure you're as eager as I am. Where is our dear Scorpius?"
Harry sucked in an anxious breath for two reasons; he was stuck between watching the madness unfold between the Malfoy family and Hermione levitating a Pandora Box above all their heads towards the chandelier. Somewhere in the mix, he knew as soon as Hermione released the box from the stasis charm, they would be on a tight schedule for their next moments with no time to lose. Still, Hermione would need to wait for his signal, so he turned his attention back to the Malfoys and Draco in particular.
"He's in the Manor," said Draco, dropping his gaze to the table, at the Gray book. His face was extremely stoic, as if he were trying to force it that way. Harry recognized the tells from the many years of watching Malfoy while he suspected him of foul play in school. This was an act, like the many times he guiled his way out of detentions. What was Draco up to? "I saw a painting… the portrait of Rederick Malfoy in the West Hall."
Abraxas raised a curious eyebrow. "Interesting that is where he should be, considering…"
Draco stiffened in his chair. "Considering?"
"The hexed door beneath the painting- oh, come now, Draco. Did you think I would forget?" Abraxas tsk'd before removing his wand from his ivory robes and pointed it directly at Narcissa Malfoy's forehead. "I grow weary of asking. Where is the boy?"
Draco pointed his wand at Abraxas, and in turn, the table lit to life with wands, all pointing directly at him. The youngest Malfoy looked about the room, realizing he was outnumbered. He withdrew his wand and leaned back in his chair, shutting his eyes. Defeated, he said, "My bedroom. You'll find him in the closet, hidden beneath a glamour charm."
Abraxas smirked, tucking his wand back inside his robes. "That wasn't so difficult, was it, Draco? We'll bully the obedience into you yet. -Dessy. Take Travers to fetch the boy, would you?"
Eagerly, the girl called Dessy bounced and giggled as she approached Lindy before transforming into a swift, red fox. Lindy rolled her eyes, muttering, "We could be human sometimes," before quickly morphing into a small, grey kitten and following her out of the room.
Harry looked to Hermione, nodding once in confirmation to signal her. As he turned his eyes back on Malfoy, he noticed the most peculiar thing; his lips were tugged up, behind his grandfather's back, with a devastating smirk.
"While the ladies are busy, I dare say we can begin our work." Abraxas grinned down to Diggle. "Shall we begin phase one?"
Alright! All the blocks are in place. Are you ready to watch them fall?
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed thus far. I want to take the time to talk to each one of you, but my schedule leaves me in a hurry today. Especially if I'm to update you with a new chapter VERY soon. Please, let me know what you thought, and if you'd like, a favorite is always welcome. No pressure, though.
HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE TO ALL!
~A.
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