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Message in a Bottle

Chapter 7

Revelation

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“Good morning, Hugo,” Luna said as she let him into her office. “I wasn’t expecting you.” The office of Lovegood Publishing occupied a large section of the second floor of the old Daily Prophet building. The Prophet was still going strong, but the Quibbler tended to outsell it. It really didn’t matter to Luna which paper succeeded on any particular day, since she owned them both. Her unassuming and odd nature had led her business rivals to vastly underestimate her ability. It had cost them. At age twenty-eight she had assumed the helm of Lovegood publishing, and at age thirty-three she had acquired the Prophet in a hostile buyout that still had the wizarding financial analysts scratching their heads.

Her yearly excursions to remote wildernesses in search of unknown creatures had resulted in her meeting of and subsequent marriage to Rolf Scamander. Together, they’d formed a formidable partnership for many years until his untimely death two years previous. She still wore a black armband in his memory. Hugo noted the armband as he leaned in to kiss her cheek.

“I just have some questions, and I know you will have the answers,” he told her. “Your… hobby would be the wrong word for it; your avocation makes you the expert I need.”

She looked at him with her curious expression. “On?”

“Basilisks.”

She smiled and shook her head. “You are so brilliant, go on.”

Her response puzzled him but he was used to being puzzled by Madam Scamander. “I think I know how Mr. Malfoy was killed. I think someone used a basilisk. It fits, the petrification, the sudden death, no traces of spell damage, all of it.”

“So it does,” she said nodding at him. “Well then, what do you need me for?”

“Well, I mean, how does one acquire a basilisk without getting dead oneself?” he asked.

“That is the trickiest part,” she answered. “If I were to do it, I’d raise one from an egg so that I could hood it when I worked with it. They are very small when they first hatch, you see, so they are quite manageable.”

He smiled in understanding. “Yes, that must be how it was done.” He stood and began to pace. “The person raised a basilisk, took it to Mr. Malfoy and… showed it to him.” He stopped in front of the fireplace. “But how did they get past the wards? Only family can freely enter and leave the manor, and I’ve cleared them all.” He leaned against the mantel piece.

“A true mystery, Hugo,” Luna said and smiled again. “You seem very close to the answer. I wonder if you’ll get it.”

He turned to her. “I know, it’s maddening,” he huffed and turned back to the mantel. His eyes wandered over the pictures: Luna with her friends from the DA, she and her first real love, Dean Thomas, her with Dean at a dinner at the Burrow. He laughed at the picture. Both his mother and Aunt Ginny were very pregnant, his mother with him and his aunt with Lily Luna. The next few were with Rolf, and then the pictures of the boys began. Lorcan and Lysander were just finishing at Hogwarts. Both were Ravenclaw, and both were as brilliant as their mother. Their whole lives were laid out on the mantel.

It started with pictures of them as infants, and then they were just crawling, then walking, then accompanying their parents on their wanderings in the wild. The two white-blond boys were the picture of happiness. Cavorting in the wilds of Borneo, roaming the plains of Africa, scaling the heights of Tibet, all in search of creatures no one but their parents believed in. And occasionally they had proven everyone else wrong and found one, but never the Snorkak. He picked up the picture from their last year. They smiled and waved from the steps of Hogwarts, then something clicked in his head and he became weak at the knees.

“Oh, my god,” he said in a whisper. There in front of him was the answer. Lorcan and Lysander had Scorpius’ chin, his eyes, his hair, his smile, it was the same smile Delphinia shared, Draco Malfoy’s smile. “It was…”

The Petrificus Totalus hit him before he could finish.

“Me, yes,” Luna said. She walked across the room to him and slid his wand from his pocket. “I am the mother of two Malfoys, the house wards saw me as kin.” She smiled. “I am very proud of you, Hugo. Your mother knows the twins, your cousins, aunts and uncles, even Scorpius and Delphinia know them.” She walked back to her desk, set his wand on it, and sat. “My god, Delphinia is friends with Lorcan’s girlfriend, they are in the same room all the time, but no one has ever even hinted at suspecting the real truth. You? You take one good look at them and it all becomes crystal clear. You’re brilliant.” She laughed. “Rose has nothing on you.”

Luna took a small bottle from the top right desk drawer. She placed her wand to her temple and withdrew a long, shining memory, then she placed it carefully in the bottle. “This will answer everything, Hugo.” With a flick of her wand, the wall next to the fireplace opened revealing a pensieve. The bottle floated across the room, came to rest on the mantle, and then Hugo was free of the bodybind.

“Why?” he asked.

Luna nodded once at the bottle on the mantle. Hugo nodded back. He picked up the bottle and emptied it into the pensieve.

“Where to put YOU?” a voice said in the darkness. Hugo recognized the voice of the sorting hat immediately. “Brilliant mind, courage, loyalty, craftiness, it’s all here. You could be great in Slytherin, a talent they need.”

“But I don’t think I’d fit there,” Luna said.

“No, perhaps not,” the hat said. “They would not care for you as you need to be cared for, and Snape surely would have a bad effect on your development. No, not Slytherin, then. Hufflepuff? You would prosper there, they would care for you, shield you from those that would bully you for your ways.”

“I need to be challenged,” Luna said. “I don’t believe that house has high enough standards to challenge me.”

“Definitely not, but you would be loved there, I sense a great need in you to be loved. However your need to prove yourself, your need to learn and grow are far greater than that. Not Hufflepuff then.” The hat was silent for several minutes, but Luna did not interrupt its musings.

“I put the last one of you in Gryffindor, and she is doing very well, but they have her, so for you it has to be… Ravenclaw!!!”

“Lie down,” Pansy said as she helped Luna to the bed. The whip marks across Luna’s back were deep red. “Why does she do this? I thought she liked you?” Pansy asked as she applied the salve to Luna’s wounds. Luna gasped at the coolness of the salve and sank into the bed in relief. Hugo watched the red fade to a light pink as the salve did its work. The whip marks ran from Luna’s shoulders to thighs. Dozens of them crisscrossed her naked back, arse, and legs.

“It pleases her.”

“Sick fucking bitch,” Pansy spat. “I know you could kill the cunt, why don’t you?”

“That is not for me to do.”

Pansy was silent for a few minutes while she applied the salve to Luna. Hugo saw the great care Pansy took in making sure every welt was treated. Her touch on Luna’s back was loving and delicate. They were in Draco’s room. Hugo recognized it from his previous trip in the Malfoy pensive. It was apparent that some time had passed, and Luna and Pansy were much thinner than they had been in the memory from Draco.

Pansy drew a shaky breath and almost in a whisper asked, “Do you think he can do it, Potter? Do you think he can really kill… Him?”

“He will,” Luna replied calmly.

This time Pansy did whisper, “I hope so.”

“You did well with the salve, Pansy.”

Pansy smiled. “Mrs. Malfoy helped. She let me into her potion stores. I’d have never got the dittany without her.”

“I think Mrs. Malfoy is in a very difficult position,” Luna said.

“We all are.” Pansy looked into the distance. “They want me,” she said in a dead voice. “Like they wanted Draco.” Tears started rolling down her face. “I won’t, I won’t become her, Bellatrix. I won’t!”

Luna rolled onto her side and put the palm of her hand against Pansy’s cheek. “You could never become her, you have a heart. Hers has been dead for some time.”

Pansy took Luna’s hand and kissed her palm. “I wanted to hate you,” she said, smiling through the tears. “When I first came here, but then I got to know you. Hating you is impossible, just as impossible as not loving you.”

Luna smiled at her. “I love you too, Pansy. We will survive this, you’ll see.”

“Expelliarmus, Petrificus Totalus,” Draco shouted as he shoved the basement door open. Jason Avery, Death Eater, stood over Luna. His trousers and pants were around his ankles, his little hard-on poking out. “Fucking rapist pig,” Draco said as he approached the man. “You’re not one of his inner circle; they won’t miss you.”

Pansy was right behind Draco and hurried over to Luna. She pulled the naked, crying girl into her arms. “Did he?”

“No,” Luna got out between sobs. “But he beat me, he made me touch him, and he was about to…”

Pansy’s face became a cold, hard mask. “Give me his wand, Draco,” she said.

“Yeah, you need one. That’s right handy, that is.” He gave Pansy the wand and turned back to smile in the man’s face. “So, what to do, what to do? I say we Obliviate you back to infancy.”

“Leave, and take Luna,” Pansy said in a voice that Hugo had never heard. A chill ran down his spine. Her voice was so cold.

“Pansy?” Draco asked.

“Leave now, Draco,” she said flatly.

Draco looked at her in wonder and fear. “Pan…”

“Now!”

“O... Okay,” he said and picked Luna up from the floor and carried her, threshold-style, out of the basement. Hugo was forced to follow. As they ascended the stairs they heard Pansy shout, “Avada Kedavra!”

“Draco couldn’t kill anyone.” Yeah, but you didn’t say anything about yourself, Hugo thought.

The Wizengamot was assembled it their hall, and Luna stood on the witness dais. “I owe my life to Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson,” she said loudly and firmly. “They protected me from death many times during my captivity at Malfoy manor. They proved to me that they were not true believers in Tom Riddle’s cause and war. You have heard Harry Potter’s testimony. You have heard how Draco lied to protect him. Even though Pansy suggested that Harry be given to the Dark Lord, she did so out of fear for her life. She had been horribly treated by Riddle, her family murdered, and her inheritance lost. She was in no condition, at the time, to determine right from wrong. She was simply trying to survive the day. Draco saved her life and mine, and Pansy treated me as a sister in our captivity. They must be pardoned!”

“He… he’s going to marry that bitch,” Pansy sobbed in Luna’s arms. Luna embraced her friend and patted her back. They were in the Lovegood home. Hugo recognized it.

“He has to, Pansy. He doesn’t want to, you know that.” Luna stroked Pansy’s hair. “We both know how much he loves you, but this is necessary for his family, or so his mother believes.”

“I thought she liked me,” Pansy said against Luna’s chest.

“She does, but her likes and dislikes are irrelevant in her social calculations. She is trying to restore her family’s position in society, and since your family’s power and influence is gone she has turned to the Greengrass family.”

“But if he loves me, how could he m… m…” Pansy dissolved into tears again.

“To protect you.” Luna nodded, held Pansy out by her shoulders, and looked her in the eyes. “That’s his plan, I think. You both would be homeless if he refused. His mother would surely have you evicted from the manor, and he would have to follow to protect you. This way you stay safe. It’s actually a selfless act of his part, I’m impressed.”

“But how will I survive without him?”

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll be without him all that much, Pansy,” Luna said with a smile. “He’ll be with you more than you think.”

“His mistress, then?” Pansy said with disgust.

“No, his lover,” Luna said. She leaned in and kissed Pansy. It was a long, loving kiss. “And you will always have me.”

“Rolf is sterile,” Luna said to Pansy and Draco. They were sitting in the dining room of the manor. “I need to ask a favor of you both.”

“Anything, Luna,” Pansy said and took her hand.

“Rolf doesn’t know, no one but the three of us knows.” Luna swallowed hard. “Draco, you resemble Rolf to a degree. I… I…”

“You want me to give you a child,” he said astutely.

“Yes.”

He looked at Pansy, and she smiled. “Of course, Luna,” she said. “As long as I get to be there for the fun part.”

Pansy tweaked Luna’s nipples and sucked her neck while Draco pounded into her gold-enshrouded pussy. Luna lay against Pansy on the bed in Pansy’s room in the manor, while Draco stood at the edge of the bed with Luna’s legs over his shoulders.

“Oh, oh fuck, Draco. I’m coming again,” Luna gasped. “Such a wonderful cock you have.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Luna. Oh shit!” he said and shivered as she came. “So good.”

“Give it to her, Draco, my love,” Pansy said. “We’re making a baby tonight.”

Draco redoubled his efforts, and in moments he and Luna cried out together. He pulled Luna from the bed and into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him, never letting him free from the intimate embrace. Even when he turned and flopped onto the bed on his back Luna still straddled him, his cock still buried in her.

“I believe this time will be a success, Draco,” she said dreamily. “Although these last few months have been very pleasant, I think we are finished.”

Pansy leaned in and first kissed Draco, then Luna. “Not if you don’t want to be. I’ve rather enjoyed these Sundays.”

The three laughed, Luna kissed Draco, and then rolled off of him. “I think it’s Pansy’s turn,” she said.

“I made her come once already,” Draco said with a smirk.

“Oh yes, I know,” Luna said. She was lying on her back with her legs crossed and draped over the foot board. “But I came at least five times just now. That’s not exactly fair now is it?” She grabbed Pansy’s hand. “Come, sit on my face, my beautiful, Slytherin princess.”

And Pansy did.

With her knees on either side of Luna’s head she wriggled and squirmed. “Oh, fuuuuck, Luna,’ she gasped.

“I just did,” Draco said, and he kissed her. He was on his knees facing Pansy, kissing her mouth, her breasts, her neck. Then the door flew open and Astoria Malfoy stormed into the room.

“You Fuck!!!” she shouted.

Draco slowly disengaged from Pansy and smiled at his wife. “Hello, dear. How’s your day going?” he asked in his aristocratic drawl.

“Better than yours, you fuck. I’m going to curse that cock of yours right off.”

She drew back her wand, but she never got the chance to let her spell fly. Luna had slid from under Pansy and drawn her wand from her hair. The stunning spell knocked Astoria completely out of the room, and she landed unconscious on her back in the hall.

“Thanks, Luna,” Draco said. He let out a sigh. “Can’t say I’m sorry she found us out, but this may put a kink in your plans.”

“I’ll cast Obliviate on her,” Luna said. “She’ll just wake up downstairs on the couch a little confused.”

As she raised her wand to perform the spell Draco stopped her hand. “No,” he said. “Scorpius is at Hogwarts now. There’s no need to continue the charade of this marriage.” He turned to Pansy “You’ve waited far too long for me.” He turned back to Luna. “Make her forget you, but that’s all. She can remember me and Pan.” He smiled his wicked smile and nodded to himself. “Yeah, I like that. Have her remember me and Pan.”

“There’s something you need to do,” Draco said. They were much older. Luna sat behind her desk in her office in the Prophet building. “Here.” He slid a pamphlet across her desk and sat quietly while she read it.

“Huntington’s Chorea?” she asked.

“I have it.”

“Oh, Draco,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.

“There’s more,” he said. “As you read, it’s a genetic disease. That means my children need to be tested. I was able to test Scorpius and Delphinia without them knowing. However…”

“Lorcan and Lysander,” she said in a hushed voice.

“Yes.”

Luna’s hands were shaking. The envelope she held had the word “Confidential” stamped on the outside. The return address was a muggle medical testing facility in Liverpool. She carefully opened the letter and withdrew the two yellow results forms. Hugo could see a lot of typed writing on the forms but just before Luna collapsed to the floor weeping he was able to see the hand written word “Negative” followed by a little smiley face on each of the forms.

“We were lucky,” Pansy said. “We were so lucky.” Pansy, Luna, and Draco walked through the back gardens of the manor, and Hugo followed them. “We totally beat the odds.”

“Well, while there are four of them, there were only three pregnancies.” Luna said. “The odds are one in four, but since Lorcan and Lysander are maternal it was only one conception.” She smiled at Pansy. “Still, we were very lucky.”

They approached a bench and Draco pulled them down to sit on either side of him. “I need you girls to do me a favor,” he said in an empty voice.

Pansy looked stricken. “No, Draco,” she said near tears.

Draco continued. “You’ve read, you know what will happen. There’s no stopping it.” There was no pretense, no formality; he was talking plainly to the two women he loved most in the world, Hugo could tell. “I won’t die looking into eyes full of pity, especially not yours. When it’s time, when it’s advancing, but before I’m… not me. I want…”

Pansy dissolved into the tears that had been threatening. “I can’t, I can’t, Draco, I can’t.”

“I will,” Luna said quietly.

Hugo pulled his head from the pensieve and took a great, heaving breath. “Oh, god,” he said as he sat in the chair next to him.

“And now you know everything, Hugo,” Luna said from her chair. “What would you have done?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Yes,” she said. “It’s a very difficult moral conundrum. To free a friend, a lover, from a terrible fate, or to follow thousands of years of societal conditioning, that was my choice. I chose love.”

“But what do I do?” he asked in tears. “Do I tell Scorpius his father was murdered to save him from a lingering, wasting death? Do I keep a secret from the man I love most in the world?” He stood and yelled at her. “What am I supposed to do? What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“Sit, Hugo,” she commanded softly. “You will do neither,” she said as he sat back in the chair. “You will tell Scorpius and Boot a compelling story that you will absolutely believe.” She smirked. “Until the day that I die, Obliviate!”

“…And so that’s what happened,” Hugo said. “It was an accident. Mr. Malfoy was raising a basilisk, quite illegally I might add, for some potions that he was experimenting with, and it must have got out of whatever he was keeping it in. Madam Scamander was very helpful. Basilisks are extremely fragile when they are newborn. She told me it probably died a few hours after, as they need to be fed quite often, and he wasn’t there to feed it. It’s just dust and scales in the carpet now.”

“Thanks, Weasley,” Adam Boot said as he rose from his chair in the Leaky Cauldron. “That’s one huge file off my desk, and one major pain in my backside gone. How did Scorpius take it?”

“Well enough, he’s still very sad that his father is gone but happy that it wasn’t a murder.” He looked at the M.L.E. officer. “This doesn’t need to be public. Madam Scamander has promised that neither the Prophet nor the Quibbler will be pursuing this story, so if you’re okay with it, it ends here.”

Adam Boot nodded. “No problem, Hugo. Case closed.”
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