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Pilfered Progeny - Stolen Dreams	By : SisterGryffindor Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Lucius Malfoy, I haven't time for your political games today." Minister McClaggen said with clear impatience. He’d been dealing with several rather powerful witches and wizards today as well as the muggle Prime Minister, all wanting to hurry or delay the court date about the entire fiasco over at the clinic and he was already exhausted; it wasn’t even noon yet…!

"This isn't a game, Minister." Lucius said, allowing his intense contempt for this man show in the sarcasm applied to the title he felt he had done absolutely nothing to earn. McClaggen been nothing more than an attractive figurehead in the position for the years he’d held the seat; Gilderoy Lockheart would have been as effective and the man would never have more than half his memory back. "I wish to arrange the transfer of temporary custody of Hermione Weasley to my home."

Minister McClaggen scowled. "Not possible." he said flatly.

“Make it possible. She has information I must have.”

“I will not put her in your hands…!”

"It doesn’t matter what you will or will not do; the mudblood will come to my home one way or another." Lucius growled.

McLaggen glared at him through the floo. “You’re famous for being a manipulative bastard, Malfoy, but I will not be browbeaten by you! You’ll say damned near anything to get your way, and we both know it!”

“At least we know you paid attention to something and aren’t a complete twit.” Lucius sneered.

That got the Minister angry; he was tired of being dealt with as if he was a simple child! Malfoy had no right to treat him this way. “I will not allow this! Merlin's beard, the next thing you're going to say is Parkinson has snatched one of those children or something..." he scowled.

“He has!” Lucius snarled.

“What proof do you have of that?! I’ve heard no report of any such thing!” he snapped back.

“When was the last time you checked your desk?” Lucius asked haughtily.

“None of your business, I’m quite busy and what I do on a daily basis is of no concern of yours!”

“Check your desk!” Lucius snapped and the man hesitated. “Do it! You’ll find it there; your people aren’t as incompetent as you are!” Lucius commanded in pure irritation. “Not only has the man you cannot seem to even locate – much less capture – managed to kidnap my granddaughter, he has taken my wife as well!” He growled, eyes narrowing.

“How in the bloody hell could that have happened? I thought you were taking personal responsibility to protect those within your family!”

“My wife went shopping with a granddaughter not involved in this mess but that does not lower her value to me! You WILL give me what I wish or I’ll go before the entire Wizarding Council!”

“Malfoy, you have very little influence within the Wizarding Council anymore. When I was in school you may have had them all in your pocket but no wizard in their right mind would put you in another position of power in the Ministry, so you can stop thinking I'm going to believe that you're going to usurp me!"

"Perhaps I couldn't. But even you cannot deny the simple fact that the entire wizarding council has been offering your position to Harry Potter for over a decade. One word of assent from him and I can guarantee you that he WILL be replacing you." Lucius snarled quietly.

"Are you threatening me?!" he demanded, bristling.

"I don't have to threaten you, boy." Lucius sneered at him. "You know the facts as well as I do. I require Hermione Weasley to be here immediately at my manor. Send a guard to be her keeper; I don't care what you have to do. But you will send her."

The Minister glared at him petulantly, knowing that Lucius was right. Potter could have had this job the day that Scrimjour left, but he hadn't wanted it. Would he change his mind with the support of his father-in-law...? He wouldn't... would he...? "I can't let her go without a full escort; she's a key witness in the entire..."

"Then send a bloody escort!" He snapped, losing his temper. "Send every Auror you have; send Unspeakables, send the entire muggle Army, I don't bloody care! I just know damned dwell that you had better bloody well do SOMETHING and do it NOW!” Lucius thundered angrily. “My wife and grandchild have been taken hostage in broad daylight in the middle of Diagon Alley by the one wizard considered most wanted by the Ministry of Magic! Where is the security we all are due as law-abiding citizens? You have a responsibility to me as a member of the wizarding community, Minister, whether you like it or not! Once I let the papers know of your lax security all hell is going to break loose in a manner you have not seen since the return of He Who Must Not Be Named...!"

"All right!" he snapped back at him, his voice cracking slightly in his haste to answer. "All right, damn it to bloody HELL Malfoy...!" He said, cutting off Lucius' threat of exposure. "Let me contact the Aurors and I will get back to you..."

"No, McClaggen, you have no time. I require the services of that mudblood witch here immediately. I have a situation and she may have information that I need."

"What? Are you trying to tell me she may know where your wife and grandchild are?!" He was flabbergasted. "How...?!"

"No, I’ve said no such thing. You have overestimated her involvement, as usual." He sneered. "I want her delivered to my house, I don't give a bloody damn what escort you choose to send. They will remain outside my home unless they are members of my immediate family for I will not lessen my protections on my home for anyone, not even a member of the Ministry."

“But why do you want her? You clearly don’t give a damn about her, calling her a mudblood…!”

“I call her what she is, that’s all. It’s up to you to take offense from a word that I find describes her perfectly.” He shot back.

"You can't expect me to simply leave her in your custody!" The minister blustered

"Then leave her in Potter's direct custody, he's at my home as well!" He snarled at him. "And if Potter is too much of a threat to you politically send Zabini, I really don’t care! I want that mudblood here in ten minutes or I swear to you on my family name that I will contact every reporting agency in this bloody continent about your incompetence to lead the Ministry and the Wizarding world!"

The minister tried for a moment to form a response, but then he just gave an angry huff that made the fire flare up and sparks soar up the chimney as he withdrew from the firecall and was gone. Lucius turned away from the fireplace to return his attention to the situation at hand.

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"It's real dirty in the room, daddy." Angel was saying, her eyes closed and her face scrunched up in concentration. "And the dirt is really gray and kind of powdery; but when I try to wipe it off it just sticks on and kind of gets smeary..."

"Good; what else?"

"Well, there's a window but its real high up and Nona told me not to but I climbed there anyway. When I look outside I see lots and lots of green stuff, trees I have never seen except on the telly."

"Describe them, Angel." Lucius said quietly.

"Uh-huh; the kind with the big leaves and that has the big green things on them. Mommy told me they were big nuts or something."

"Coconut trees?"

"Yes, I think so. And there are birds too. I can see some big grey buildings and lots of pipes... it's all brick here daddy inside and out. There's a bad smell too, not rotten bad but like... um... like the smell when mommy's friend would light up his cigars, like the match smell..."

"Sulphur." Harry nodded, wanting as much as the girl could tell. "Excellent, Angel... is there anything else, anything at all?"

"Yes, and it’s hot too, like summertime. It was cool at home or when we were shopping, it's not cool at all. I took off my sweater when Nona fell asleep...”

“Warmer, and possibly volcanic. Anything else? Tell us about the birds you see, love. Maybe they could tell us more about where you are…?”

“There is one weird little bird… I’ve never seen a bird like that before.” She seemed to look over her shoulder. “I think it’s some kind of hummerbird…”

“Ah, a hummingbird. Describe it…”

“Well, it’s a really shiny yellow; it looks like its feathers are gold. But its body is all strange; it looks like a ball with wings and a really long beak and it flies like a hummingbird but zips all over. It’s got eyes that look like the pretty stone on your school ring, daddy. There’s one just outside the window…”

Round golden body, moves like a hummingbird and ruby eyes. “Snidgets.” Harry frowned thoughtfully, thinking of all the snidget reserves he had heard of. He had, as a much younger man, considered going to pilfer one of the little birds to see if it could avoid him better than a snitch did, but he had never gone beyond researching the location of the reserves.

“Do you know where we are daddy...?" she looked at him hopefully.

"I have an idea, but I don’t know exactly yet. I'll find you. I swear it, I'll find you."” He said softly, reassuringly to the child.

"Don't let him have Mallek daddy. Please don't let him; he'll hurt Mallek and make him all mean and he's just a baby..."

"We have no intention of doing that, Angel." Lucius assured in a quiet tone.

All of them looked as the fireplace activated; Tonks stepped through followed closely by Hermione. Severus took a step back, allowing his mate to continue with his official role; his and her argument was something that need not be dealt with here and now.

“Mimi…!” Angel said, a happy smile touching her face.

Hermione stared at the translucent figure of a girl, clearly assuming what everyone else had thought. “Angel…?”

“How the bloody hell is she doing this?” Lucius demanded, pointing at Angel’s figure.

“What…?” Hermione looked at him, feeling shocked.

“You heard me, mudblood, how is my granddaughter doing this?!” Lucius demanded.

Hermione was rousted out of her shock by his use of the socially unacceptable term. “Do not call me that and expect any help out of me, Lucius Malfoy!” She hissed at him quietly, her eyes narrowing.

He narrowed his eyes as well. “Then explain this! You told Harry her mother was muggle…”

“I told him no such thing. I didn’t tell Harry much about her at all; he wasn’t exactly in a conversational mood at the time…” she retorted.

“Well we need to know. What is this, Hermione?” Harry asked quietly.

Hermione turned to him, faint tears in her eyes. She had wanted to speak with him for weeks, to explain… and just hearing that kind and gentle tone from him was enough to touch her deeply. To hell with Malfoy; she would help to help her old friend even if he never spoke to her again after this. “Melissa was a third generation squib. Even the ministry had stopped tracking her family to see if they were going to generate magical children. She honestly never thought that Angel would even show a trace of talent, as she never had. She was sure all of her ancestor’s powers had gone for good, but when Angel was born…”

“She showed up on the Hogwarts roles, didn’t she?” Harry asked.

“Enough explanation, tell me why she can do this!” Lucius growled dangerously.

Hermione simply ignored him. “Yes, she did. And she was rather confused when she got the congratulatory letter asking her if she wished to pre-enroll Angel for her eleventh year to begin school… She sent for me and I explained everything.”

“That must have been a bit of a surprise for her.” Harry mused.

“It was. She’d heard her great-great grandmother was a witch, but she thought it was only stories. She’d never been exposed to the magical world before my powers started to show in third grade…”

“What the bloody hell does that have to do with anything?!” Lucius demanded, beginning to grow quite angry at being ignored.

Harry glanced at him, then back at Hermione. “How does she have this power?” he asked. “Was her family just wizarding…?”

“No.” Hermione answered, continuing to completely ignore Lucius on purpose. He might get what he wanted from what she told Harry but she’d be damned if she’d answer one single question from that man who insisted upon calling her that awful wizarding slur. “We did some research into her family and I pulled up information on her forefathers… she is actually a descendent of the Everard Family…”

“Nonsense; they died off in the eighteen hundreds…” Lucius scoffed.

Hermione simply ignored him. “Her four-times great grandfather was Edmund Everard, eighth headmaster of Hogwarts. As the Ministry believed his magic died with him – every one of his children and grand-children was non-magical – they declared his family line dead. I kept all the research on it in my file in my safe at home. I’ll tell you how to get access to it, Harry; Ron already knows. He can get it for you. I intended to give it to Angel on her tenth birthday with her mom, to let her know her heritage and give her time to adjust to the idea of attending a wizarding school and being away from everything she ever knew…”

“She should have been told already, as should Harry.” Lucius scowled at her.

“…that way she could go to school and never have to deal with spoiled pureblood brats calling her horrid and socially improper names such as MUDBLOOD by those she went to school with.” She growled softly, refusing to even look at Lucius.

“If you are so insecure as to allow a simple word to offend you, Mrs. Weasley, then you still have a bit of growing up to do.” Lucius sneered at her. “Now tell us why I can see through my granddaughter!”

“You should be happy that you can see her at all! Obviously she isn’t here or she wouldn’t be bleeding and not be tended if Harry had anything to do with it…!”

“Don’t be angry Mimi… Nonno, please, don’t fight…” Angel’s soft voice spoke up and they both looked at her. She had approached them and was gazing from one to the other. “I love you both and I want you to be friends… can you try? Please…?”

“Oh Angel…” Hermione reached toward her and her hand drifted through the translucent child’s cheek. “Where have you gone, baby…?”

“They want to find me Mimi; me and Nona…” she said, not trying to reach either of them as if she knew she could not touch them. She glanced back over her shoulder. “I… I think he’s coming back. I have to go. I have to watch over Nona…” she whispered, then turned and fled toward the wall. Her image vanished in a multicolored shower of sparks before she reached the wall.

“Who’s coming back? Harry, what’s going on?” Hermione asked, turning to her old school friend.

“They’ve been taken, Angel and Narcissa. We need to know what we can so we can find them…” Harry answered quietly.

“Spirit walking.” Hermione said softly. Angel needed her help, it didn’t matter if Lucius was being an asshole or not. A little girl and a woman she actually liked had their lives hanging in the balance and she would not leave anything that could help them out. “She projects her spirit where she wants to go, and she goes. Her mother only did it once, the night of the fire. She and her partner had gone to America that summer to see her parents. When she found me in Italy, it was the only game of the year I had managed to attend of Ron’s… his team actually won that night and I was at the celebration party… when she finally got my attention she was already dying. She begged me to get home and to try to help Angel… by the time I got there no one knew where they had gone. Both her partner and Angel were gone, back to England and I had no idea how to find them.”

“So her mother had the ability, just not the true strength.” Harry said.

“Yes. There was no way that any of us even guessed that her talent existed. There wasn’t a hint of it until her dying moment.”

“And you assumed somehow that my granddaughter would not be able to inherit this gift?” Lucius snarled, growing more angry and offended at the moment by being ignored.

“I trained Angel in how to control her wizarding power, just basics of course, enough that she could control what she was doing. She showed a talent for healing and mending things so I thought perhaps she might turn into a true Healer; we all know how rare they are…” Hermione continued her explanation without answering the older wizard.

“Answer ME, you insufferable woman!” Lucius snapped furiously; he had enough of her uppity attitude. He snatched her up by her blouse and shoved her hard against the wall, forcing her eyes to meet his.

He found that her eyes were full of pain and tears and just as much rage as his. “If I answer, I guarantee it won’t be to you, Lucius Malfoy. I’ll give Harry anything he wants but I’m tired; sick and bloody tired of giving in to people who think shoving me about and screaming at me is going to get a damned thing from me.” Her voice was a low growl, her teeth clenched, her fists closed but she did not raise them to defend herself, her eyes meeting his unflinchingly.

“Let her go, Lucius!” Nymphadora said, approaching him.

“Angel wants us to be friends but I cannot even attempt it until you get your hands off of me.” Hermione said quietly, refusing to get ruffled. After what she’d been through lately it didn’t seem anything could get to her except being locked up in that room at the ministry again.

Lucius didn’t even look Nymphadora’s way; he curled his lip in a snarl and shoved Hermione away from him. She regained her balance quickly, jaw set, angry as he was now.

“Hermione.” Harry said, recapturing her attention. She took a deep breath and turned back to him. “Please; we need to know everything we can.”

“She never showed any signs of true spirit walking when I was training her.” She answered him without hesitation. “Her mother wrote me regularly; she told me that Angel was having very vivid dreams but I didn’t think of the whole spirit walking thing; it had last been seen four generations before Angel was born. Melissa didn’t even think that it was possible for it to have been retained by her family…”

“Is it a wizarding talent? I’ve never heard of spirit walking.”

“Not by British wizards, no, it’s not done. But it is done by wizards of other countries, though it is an extremely rare gift. It’s a bit rarer than being able to speak parseltongue…”

“I thought you said her ancestry came from the Everards?! Where do the wizards in her ancestry come from? Let’s have a straight answer for a change, woman! Out with it!” Lucius groused.

“Where, Hermione?” Harry asked, giving Lucius a look that asked him to PLEASE be patient. Lucius grunted and folded his arms, clearly quite angered over the entire situation.

“She IS a descendant of the Everard family. When he finished his time as headmaster, Everard went to America and returned with a native American who he took to wife. Her ancestors used a magic unlike anything we’re accustomed to; the Native American culture, unlike our British culture, has never forced wizards to go into hiding. Their magic is practiced, for the most part, right in front of the rest of the tribe and is accepted and welcomed as a normal part of everyday life…”

“Are you certain?” Harry asked, a bit amazed by that fact. “I hadn’t even heard that they had magic…”

“They do, but they don’t send their kids to schools. Magic is celebrated, magic is welcomed in their tribes; they are taught in the tribe by the Shaman, the wise man or woman, who also possesses wizard powers. Once I had the information of where her ancestor’s family came from, Melissa decided to take Angel to see the tribe, to see if they would teach her and allow them to remain together as a family as their teaching begins the moment the child shows talent. The shaman decided that Angel is so far removed from the tribe they did not agree to teach her, that’s why I was doing it. To prepare her for teaching outside of her family…”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner Hermione?”

She looked down. “I was going to tell Melissa about who you were, whose sperm I’d used. But she died before I had the chance.”

“Likely tale.” Lucius snarled.

Hermione drew a deep breath, and then let it out, trying to ignore Lucius and keep him out of her focus. “I have everything you may need to know but all you need right now is that she is a spirit walker. I have several books on them at home…”

“Instruct my house elves; they will fetch the books here immediately.” Lucius commanded.

“Please Harry, just have Ron fetch them. He knows where I keep them; he thought I had some mad obsession for a few years. It’s about two dozen books, all together on the bookshelf; four of them are handwritten and very delicate. I want them preserved so Angel can have them to learn about her heritage.”

“I’ll give him a firecall, see if he can do it.”

“He should have a day or two off training right now…” Hermione said, greatly relieved. She didn’t want Lucius Malfoy rifling through her things; it was bad enough that everyone in the ministry had the access to every damned thing in her house every day.

“It’s a waste of bloody time…!” Lucius growled.

“Angel’s history isn’t going to lead us to her, Lucius. The information she gave us will lead her to her.” Severus finally spoke up. “She is on one of the Snidget Reserves; at least close enough to be able to have the birds fly up to the window of the building she is located in.”

“And she’s in a volcanic area; someplace with an active fume.” Harry said, rising and stretching, frowning slightly in thought. “And I have about four areas in mind that it could be.”

“You’ve researched…?”

“Back when I was quite young and stupid I researched where I could find live snidgets. I’d thought it would be a lark to go see if I could hand-capture one of the little creatures. Of course, I was distracted. A much more beautiful creature came into my life and took all of my focus away from that silly bird.”

“Draco.” Hermione said softly.

“Yes, exactly.” Harry agreed.

“Hmph.” Lucius grunted, slightly mollified by the compliment to his son. “So where the bloody hell do we look, Potter?”

Harry moved to the corner where a globe made of marble sat upon a pedestal, turning it to the tropical islands west of North America. “There’s a reserve in Hawaii near the Kilauea volcano, here…” he said, then turned it back toward Japan’s area of the ocean. “Another is around here, in the south pacific on an island called Ambrym; not many muggles go there because the volcano explodes quite violently with unpredictable regularity.” He moved his finger to a third area. “And the last possibility is here, in Papua New Guinea. There are a couple of live volcanoes there as well.”

“When do we go?” Severus asked simply.

“Severus, we have to talk…”

“Later, Tonks.” Severus returned. “You know this isn’t the time.”

“The way you do things there never WILL be a time!” She snapped back at him. Severus looked over at her, irritated, and Tonks was clearly as irritated at him.

“I think I’ll go contact Ron.” Harry said, glancing at the two of them. “The sooner we have those books and information the better.” He added, turning to go. Hermione, unsure of what she was allowed to do, sank to a seat in a chair, trying not to be noticed and get into the middle of that argument.

“We’ll be going before nightfall.” Lucius answered, turning and walking out to allow them to work out whatever they were going to. He didn’t care if Severus came or not; he would be damned sure one going to hunt down the bastard’s hiding hole and find his missing loved ones.
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