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It Wasn't His Fault	By : Sevy14 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My mother always said he wasn't as evil as he appeared to be.

That it wasn't his fault.

His father was the cruel one. His father made him do horrible things to women, children, babes, by the time he was eleven. He wasn't evil. He was a man that needed to keep up experiences. Just as his father had done… Mum said that everything was because of his father.

That it wasn't his fault.

She said that he was always nice to her. That he treated her right that he wasn't the reason why she left. No, it could never have been him-he was her love, her one true love. How was I to know whether or not what she said was true? I couldn't. When I graduated from Auror training she told me that I'd have to go up against those that she once considered family. That I should always be cordial and aware of their personal preferences, to be attentive and know their history, it would make everything easier for me. She was right. I would never have been successful if it weren't for that advice. She was adamant in telling me to remember that no matter what happened, what he did-

That it wasn't his fault.

I began to hate that phrase. Hate it with a passion. How was I supposed to do my job successfully I'd ask her, she would shrug, shake her head and say, "Baby, it wasn't his fault. He's the way his father made him. Don't blame him. He's just a product of his time." And I would get frustrated, pissed, and have to leave the room, I could never disrespect mother, not over this topic. Not when she had that glossy look in her eyes as she remembered her time with him. But how I hated the phrase,

That it wasn't his fault.

The time came when mother passed on, into the veil. I brought her home, buried her in the vault with her family. I know that they protested, but I had to. She had to be buried with the family, that was tradition. Father was upset, he wanted her to be buried with him, his family, in their plot, but mum didn't belong there, no she belonged with her family. Father hasn't spoken to me since I brought her home. Not that it bothers me much. He never did care for me. When other children would bring their dads in for show-in-tell at school, he would say he had better things to do. I was never on his agenda. It used to make me sad, cry, because I was unimportant to him, but then I got my Hogwarts letter and I didn't care. I stopped caring until I found out that he would go to show-in-tell with my brothers and sister. I remember yelling and him, that he was an arse, that he didn't deserve mum, how could he be so unfair to one child. He would just sit there and look at me with those eyes, narrowed, his mouth taught and chin tense. He would tell me to stop whining, that I was growing up and I didn't need him. We agreed, for once. But I told him that just because I didn't need him now, didn't mean that I didn't need him when I was younger, how come I couldn't have a dad like my brothers and sister did? He didn't get to answer. Mum would step in and say, "Honey, it's ok, you'll understand when you're older." I remember I yelled at her then, that she didn't love me. That she didn't care about me and how much I hated her. She would start to tear up and say, "Honey I'm sorry. Don't blame your father, it wasn't his fault."

It wasn't his fault.

That damn phrase again. I hated it. Just like I hated him, my "father." Arse.

It wasn't his fault.

I was at work, it was a Tuesday, I don't know why the day sticks with me now, but it was, and I was doing paper work. Kingsley came in and said that there were some documents that I had to go over. They'd just arrived. So I looked at them. Apparently they were from Dumbledore, I had to go to Hogwarts, I had to go see him. It was urgent and I couldn't fathom why. There were no deatheater attacks. For once. So I took my leave, flooing into his office as instructed. It was just him and I. Dumbledore looked at me, I looked at him, it was slightly uncomfortable. And I didn't even know why I was there. He began to talk. And talk. And talk. Things of no consequence, he was stalling, why? And then he told me. I felt as though I'd been petrified. Truly he was lying. Mum would have told me. But she didn't. She took it to the grave-literally. My "dad," never told me either. Why didn't they tell me? How could they not? Didn't they think I'd want to know? That it would be important to me. How could they not, is all I'd kept thinking. Then he dismissed me. I was at a loss for words. I could talk to no one. I had, no one. I was mad. Hurt. This whole situation sucks and I was alone. I didn't know how to proceed and I had to go back to work. I wish I hadn't. While I sat at my desk, all I could think of was that one phrase that my mum would always say to me,

"It wasn't his fault."

And I didn't hate her anymore. I wasn't mad anymore. I couldn't be. None of it was his fault. I wasn't as mad at "dad" as I was before, because it wasn't his fault. It couldn't have been. Now I understand. Now I get it.

It wasn't his fault.

About three days later, we got the call. Lucius Malfoy was to be arrested on charges of being a deatheater, conspiring with the fugitive Lord Voldemort. I didn't know to act. How to respond. What am I supposed to do? I squared my shoulders and I offered to take the job-Kingsley was surprised, he didn't even hide it, like he normally does with his emotions. But allowed me to take the job. So I went alone. Walking through the long hallways of the Ministry, down the stairs, I kept thinking, it wasn't his fault. And then, just before I was about to apparate away the question of whether or not he knew popped into my head. And suddenly, I didn't think I'd be able to do it. That I'd be able to do this job. And then I apparated away. The gates of the manor looked just as terrifying as they had the first time I'd seen them, only now, my chest felt heavy and I wanted to be anywhere but here. Even Azkaban. Funny how that was his destination and not mine, but still…

It wasn't his fault.

"Master Malfoy." My throat was dry. I couldn't breathe and my heart was pounding in my chest. I'm sure I looked and sounded like a caged canary.

"Yes."

"I…" I couldn't go on. How could I?

"You…?"

"Perhaps we could have a word in your study?" Buy myself some time, anything. I couldn't breathe this was horrible.

"Perhaps. Follow me."

And I did. I followed him to his study, into it, I took the chair he offered and I sat, he sat, and I thought I would be sick.

"Is there a reason why the Ministry has decided to send an Auror into my home?"

"I-Yes."

"That's interesting. Are you going to inform me of why or sit and stare at me and while looking as though you're about to be sick?"

"I-Well… Is it that obvious I'm about to be sick?"

"Yes."

"Oh… I-I'm sorry. It's just that this is hard for me."

"I see…"

"I mean… Well, normally I don't have an issue with bringing people in but this-well it's different, I-I'm having issues."

"That's obvious."

"So you know that you're to be brought in then?"

"Yes."

"Oh…" Well that makes things easy for me then, providing he cooperates. I prayed that when I got the balls to do my job he would.

"Why is this hard for you, if normally you have no problem detaining people… Like me?"

"I-" How could I answer that? Did I tell him? Does he already know? He could. He's a smart man. He had to, well he didn't have to. He-Bollocks! "It wasn't your fault." I blurted out. Double bollocks. That was so verbally clumsy of me I want to leave and hide away.

"It wasn't my fault? I'm not sure I'm following you…"

"My mother would always say that. About you."

"Your mother?"

"Yes. She-I… Do you know who I am?"

"No."

"Oh… I'm-I… Ok," I can do this. He isn't scary.

"You?"

He's growing impatient. How could he not? "I'm Nymphadora Tonks, Andromeda's daughter."

"Ah…"

Light bulb. "So you see-I… Well you…" The words keep dying at the tip of my tongue and it's terribly irritating. "Bollocks. I'm sorry I just can't seem to think straight. That's all."

"…"

"Ok, well I-I just found some stuff out about you and well-I… And then Kingsley said we had to take you in and I offered and now-"

"Now you wish you hadn't?"

"Well yes… No… I'm divided."

"Why? Because you find out that I'm your uncle?"

"No. No… I knew that you were married mums sister. I knew that. I have read your file a time or two and I happen to be the one that keeps tabs on your son."

"Ahh… So what's the problem then? Am I too intimidating to take in? I'm fine with staying here, in my home."

"I'm sure you are…" Wouldn't we all be comfortable with that. "It's, well… You don't know?" How could he not know? He had to.

"Know what?"

"About my mum."

"I know a great many things about her-mostly from when we were children, but still a great many things."

"And nothing about why she left? After?"

"I know a few things-such as her passing."

"I-Oh… That's it?"

"And her place of residence, her work, children she had."

And that was it. Nothing. She didn't even tell him. She didn't tell him. Now what do I do? "Oh ok… Well then I suppose we should go then. Enough chit chat."

"No."

"I-Excuse me?"

"No. I'm not leaving."

"B-but you have to, you're being detained, on charges, you-"

"Not until I know why you've brought up your mother. There's a reason. Why?"

"I-It doesn't matter."

"It does otherwise I would already be in Azkaban."

Damn. He's smart. Arse. "Fine. I-Well she didn't leave because she fell in love with my-with… da-him."

"Ted Tonks?"

"I-yes."

"Then why did she leave? That's what we were led to believe."

"I-I understand that."

"So then why?"

"I-well… From what I gather the marriage between the two of you wasn't set for another two years."

"Correct."

"She-I… Dumbledore he…"

"…"

Why couldn't I spit it out. Wouldn't this just be easier, harder if I did. Surely.

"Miss Tonks I find it irritating that you are unable to speak. What is it that you have to say?"

My first scolding by him. How funny that it gave me a warm tingly sensation somewhere deep inside. "Well you see, she always said it wasn't your fault. The way you were. That it was your father. That she didn't want that-for her-her kids for…" He raised his eyebrow.

"For…?"

Inquiring minds what to know. Damn me and my big mouth. "You see, I couldn't understand, all my life. Mum said, anywhere but Slytherin. I wasn't to be in Slytherin. So I just chose Hufflepuff. At the time the name sounded cool-definitely cooler than Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. I wasn't to be in Slytherin. She would've pulled me out of school. I didn't want that. Did you know that my sorting took me ten minutes to get placed. That's the longest it's ever taken someone to get placed, in the history of Hogwarts. That's a long time."

"So it is. Get on with your story."

"Well-I… The hat wanted to put me in Slytherin. We argued, back and forth, yes and no. I always thought it was because of mum, she said that most of her family had been Slytherins. Not all, mum wasn't. So I let it rest at that. But that, I found out recently that-that wasn't it."

"No?"

"I-no…" I can do this. The little engine that could… Breathe. Deep breathes. "I-Well… It's because of my father you see."

"Ted Tonks wasn't in Slytherin."

"I know that." How stupid did he think I was. "But my father was…"

"Your father was a Slytherin? Ted Tonks is-"

"NOT my father. She was pregnant when she left." Although the words seemed to me as though I had screamed them, I was aware that they came out barely more than a whisper.

"…"

"I-I'm a Tonks by name, not by blood. That's why the hat wanted me in Slytherin… No Malfoy has ever been placed elsewhere. And-I-she never told me. Nor did-dad, I-Tonks. He never said a word. Dumbledore told me three days ago. I checked the records, three times. I couldn't have missed a thing. And then everything fell into place. By the time I was old enough to control what I looked like, mum had me make a face, body that looked like a mixture of her and dad, er Tonks. I-I wasn't born looking like this. I'm taller, I have greyish blue eyes, depends on my mood, straight blond hair and-and distinct chin and pronounced cheek bones. I-I look like a more feminine version of your son… I-I'm not a Tonks by birth. And-And that's why this is hard. I-I didn't know I'd have to be coming here to basically put my-my birth father in prison. I thought I could handle it, I mean, we've had no contact-I…" And with that I ran out of steam. I had no wind left in my sails and I just looked at him, my hands in my lap, fidgeting, my legs, they were bouncing up in down, I wanted nothing more than to get up-flee. But I've never been able to. I'm a fighter, not a runner. I suppose that's the Malfoy in me, and not mum.

"I see…"

And I couldn't say anything. But he was looking at me. I could tell he was trying to see me, the real me. The one that I'd hidden away long ago, the girl that isn't allowed out of her cage because mum told me that it wasn't allowed, I wasn't allowed to be myself, because her secret would be revealed then.

"You are my child, is that what you're telling me?"

"I… The memories in her pensive, the one she left Dumbledore, before dad-Ted… Before Ted she-she'd only ever been with one person. You… Only you. And-And she was with child when she left, she-I was already created and growing. She didn't want to shame her family by being pregnant before she married, they'd be so disappointed, shamed. She didn't want to be more ashamed than they already were in the eyes of the community. She-I guess she thought it was better to leave and-and make it so they could cut her out, forget her and not be shamed by her willingness to be touched before marriage. I-I don't know… I'm not her that's just what she said."

"Ah… And Tonks?"

"I-The deal was that she had to give him two sons… She did. They only had sex three times, each time resulting in a child. He knew that-that I was yours, that… That she loved you, even after everything she did. And I-I truly did not anticipate how much coming here would affect me. I apologize for my lack of professionalism."

"I see… I suppose you'd like to get a move on then? As to make this awkward situation cease to be?"

"I-well it would be nice but I understand that it's a lot to take in, since I've previously taken it in myself."

"You are not surprised that Kingsley allowed you to come on your own?"

"I-I was. I supposed it's because he already knew."

"Knew?"

"Yes. He's the one that got me my job, my entry level was higher than the norm. And-and he's always allowed me more privileges than the others and-and anything to do with your-your family I'm involved, all the papers I sign… I-He has me sign everything. Like-all the papers, books, everything that's taken from your home when they raid, it's signed and documented and-and placed into the custody of the Ministry, only I-I'm the one that signs it, those items end up belonging to the one that signs for them. All the Malfoy heirlooms that have been taken from your home, they-I-I've signed for all of them. Kingsley, I-he's been my "wizard" father figure for as long as I can remember. Ted-Dad… Well he wasn't a very good father to me. Kingsley is the reason that I'm at where I'm at today."

"Ah…"

And briefly I wondered if that meant anything to him. If I meant anything to him. I wanted to. Is that sick? On some sort of level, me, auror, daughter of a high ranking death eater… Is that sick? Or-or is it natural? Mum always said that she loved her mum and dad, no matter what slanderous things they said about her. That she always loved and cared about Bellatrix, Narcissa, everyone. That it wasn't their fault.

"I must inform my wife."

"I-Of course." I could allow him that couldn't I? Normally we didn't but… I could for him.

"Tippy."

POP!

"Master calls for Tippy?"

"Tell Narcissa that I wish to see her in my study immediately."

"Yes Master."

POP!

And Tippy was gone. We were alone again and I couldn't breathe. And the only thing I could think of was that one damn phrase that had haunted me my entire life.

It wasn't his fault.

"Lucius you called is something wrong? Tippy said that you had a visitor what- OH! Hello…"

She was cautious, untrusting. What would she think? I-I wanted to reach for her. Touch her. Smell her see if she smelled like mum. If she was anything like her, but I knew she wasn't-nobody could ever be like mum. "Hello…"

"Narcissa, take a seat."

"Why? I-is something wrong? Has something happened to Draco? I-"

"Cissy stop! Draco is fine."

"Oh… Alright."

The panic gone from her face, her body relaxed, yet I could tell her heart was racing. And it was awkward. She was my aunt and my step mum. Somehow that seems wrong, the two associated in my head. And it gave me a headache. My mum's sister, married to my father, Draco, my cousin, my half brother. I'm feeling sick again.

"Lucius what is going on?"

"I've come across some very interesting information."

"Oh…?"

Now she's staring at me. Once again, I'm under the lamp. I feel like I'm the one to be interrogated. Breathe. I keep telling myself I need to breathe.

"Yes. This here, is Nymphadora Tonks, your sisters child, she's an Auror."

"Oh…"

Eyeing me up and down. I know she sees nothing of my mum in me. I can tell, it's there in her eyes. She's wondering why I'm here. If I'm here for a hand out from rich relatives. She's probably praying that's why I'm here, she mustn't be ignorant of her husbands extra curricular activities. Mum always said she was smart.

"Yes and that's not the most interesting part…"

"No…? I couldn't imagine what's more interesting than Andromeda's daughter showing up... Unannounced."

"True. True…" He's rubbing his chin. Looking at me. His eyes, resting upon my face-he's searching for the real me. The pale, blonde woman I spoke of just minutes before. "Did you know that the reason that we believed your sister to have left us, is in fact, false?"

"I-No!"

"Yes, well it seems, that is the case. She was not involved or in love with Tonks as she led us to believe."

"…"

She was working, her mind was burning up, the steam is coming out of her ears. She's trying to figure it all out. Do I say something? I don't want to. Luckily, he keeps speaking. Although his drawn out space in between his words is killing me, I suppose it's pay back for how I told him.

"She was pregnant when she left. She made a deal with Tonks to bear him two sons in exchange for a place in the muggle world, an escape."

"Pregnant?"

"Yes. Pregnant, with the young women sitting to your left."

And that was that. She turned and looked at me. Scrutinizing. Trying to see me. The one behind the mask. I started to fidget again. This was awkward. Uncomfortable. I hated it and I wanted to leave. He knew this. But I remember that it wasn't his fault. That I had to allow her some time to see it. Or at least-at least know, come to terms before I take him in. This wasn't a good first impression.

"You-you're his child?"

"Yes ma'mm" I didn't know how to respond other than that. I was scared shitless, I'd be a liar if I said any differently.

"But-You don't look…"

"Apparently, she has some special talent. I believe the same as my great-great-great grandmother."

"I-It only goes to female Malfoy's-that trait. She-you…"

She couldn't speak. I just looked at her. Blinking. Then to look at him. Blink. Blink. Can we please leave is the word that echos throughout my head. Do I say something?

"Cissy, apparently, your sister never told her. Dumbledore informed her only three days ago. And then today, she gets an order to bring me in."

"I-Bring you in? Daughter? Andromeda…"

Mental overload. I can see it now. It's all in the eyes, the pulse quickening.

POP!

"Master. I's is sorry for interruptings yous but theres a Master Kingslys heres to see yous and yours guest."

"Very well. Send him in."

My mind was on overload. What is going on? Why is he here? And poor Mrs. Malfoy, she looks like she's about to be sick or-or faint; something.

"Lucius."

"Kingsley."

"Tonks, I take it you told him."

"I-He knows that he is to be detained."

"I wasn't speaking about that."

"I-Oh…"

"Yes. And Lucius, you aren't to be detained. You are free to stay here, charges have been dropped."

"That is good news."

"Is-is that why you're here Kingsley? To inform me?"

"No Tonks. I'm here to see if you're ok. These sorts of meetings are always hard on all parties."

"I-I don't follow."

"You have to be aware that I knew of your connection to Lucius."

"I realized on my way over here that you must. Or maybe when I went to see Dumbledore."

"Yes well, either way, I was aware. This detaining situation-it was only to see that you inform him of your connection."

"I-What?"

"You needed to tell him. Get it off of your chest. It wouldn't do if you didn't say something, to him or his wife. Narcissa, I assure you, this is the best decision."

"How could you have not said something Kingsley? We've known each other for years? You-you came to our wedding. How could you not say something?"

"I made an unbreakable vow. I'm sorry."

"But-but she died."

"True. But that did not mean I wasn't going to honor her wishes."

And then something in my snapped. I was pissed. "HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD ME? I WENT MY ENTIRE LIFE THINKING THAT MY FATHER HATED ME. THAT I WAS SOME STRANGE FREAK! MY MOTHER DIDN'T CARE FOR ME LIKE SHE DID THE OTHERS. OH SURE SHE LOVED ME BUT SHE WAS NEVER A GOOD MOTHER NOT IN THE SENSE THAT SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN. BECAUSE I-I'M HIS CHILD. LIKE THAT'S MY FAULT. AND-AND YOU! YOU DIDN'T EVEN-I KNEW MY ISSUES WITH MY DAD AND YOU-I…" I hadn't exploded like that in a very long time. And for once, I didn't feel sorry for my anger.

"I understand that you're upset that-"

"You… understand? Tell me how you can comprehend what I'm feeling? My entire life has been a lie. A LIE!"

"Surely your entire life hasn't been a lie."

"No? What do you children base their lives on? Their realities? They base them on their parents and their PARENTS tell them. Their PARENTS! Tell me Kingsley… When a parent lies to a child say about… WHERE THEY COME FROM? HOW CAN SAY A CHILD THAT HAPPENS TO HAVE SPECIAL ABILITIES-ABILITIES, THAT FAR OUTWEIGH THAT OF A REGULAR MAGICAL BEING-BECOME WHO THEY ARE WITHOUT ALL OF THE INFORMATION?"

"Well I-"

"THEY CAN'T YOU STUPID FUCK! THEY CAN'T!"

"Clearly you're upset about this and you are just now feeling the resentful emotions that are associated with this."

"Clearly. I'm leaving. I'm sorry for disrupting your afternoon Mister Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy. Kingsley, I won't be in for a week. Good day." I had to leave. I was about to blow. How dare he? I can't-he just comes in there as though everything is ok… And it's not. Nothing is ok. And even though I wanted to yell, kick, scream, make his life hell, the only thought that entered my mind was that at the end of the day, if I was honest with myself…

It wasn't his fault.

"Well Kingsley, did that go as you had planned?"

"Lucius, enough sarcasm, you know it didn't."

"Yes. I do. Now what am I supposed to do? Hmm? Is there a reason why Andy decided I had no right to know about my own child? Did she tell you that?"

"Yes."

"Ah, and what pray would that be?"

"Well, you weren't speaking to her she wasn't going to go out of her way to contact you and inform you of her pregnancy."

"How about before she left, I'm sure that concept wouldn't have been to hard to grasp."

"She never brought that up, other than she tried once and you wanted nothing to say other than to-erm, "speak of moments in the flesh."

"Oh…"

"Yes so you see- she never really thought she had any other reason to not tell you-or Dora."

"And-and my sister never mentioned me? After all this time?"

"Of course she did. She always wanted to know how you and Bellatrix were doing. It broke her heart when she heard that you had disowned her. She thought for sure you'd never stop loving her. I believe that's what finally did her in, the grief over knowing she lost you completely."

"I-"

"Of course, that may not be it. She always loved you the most Narcissa. But I know that it killed her not being allowed to come to you. That was the deal."

"The deal?"

"Yes Dumbledore set it up that she could view you from afar but she was never able to come to you-to see you or write. It would jeopardize too much. Not to mention, it would interfere with her job-knowing that she would have to possibly arrest her own father, too much for a beginning Auror to handle. No we couldn't allow that."

"Oh… So she-Nymphadora had no idea?"

"No, as I'm sure she told your husband, she had to keep the appearance she has on now since a young age, my understanding is that nobody in this world has seen the real her. Of course I may be mistaken, there is one that I think could but that is just my own speculation of course."

"Oh, who-who would that be?"

"Severus Snape."

"Severus? How would he have seen the real her before anyone?"

"They are quite close the two. I believe they meet weekly and chat and what not. She was, as far as anyone, Dumbledore included, discern the only student he truly enjoyed teaching. She even apprenticed with him."

"You-you mean she isn't just an Auror?"

"No. No she has many talents, and is a mistress in many areas of our world, Potions being her favorite though."

"Interesting. Is there anything else we should know?"

"Andromeda left you this Narcissa. It's a letter-she'd been working on it since she left our world. It's for you and your sister but I'm sure that she would want nothing to do with anything that reminds her of Andromeda."

"True."

"And Lucius-She really did love you. Nymphadora, I don't know if she'll think to tell you, at least not upfront at the moment, but she did have a twin, he died at birth. Andromeda, she named him Lucius."

"…"

"Yes well I-"

"Where is my sister buried? I have a feeling that after I read this letter I'm going to want to visit where she's resting."

"That is-well, you'd have to talk to Nymphadora about that. You see she-she took her mothers body when it was at the funeral home and put it somewhere. Nobody knows where, nobody will ask her. Ted he is, well he isn't speaking with her anymore."

"You mean he-he disowned her?"

"Yes. And that was a long time in coming. He wanted to give her up before she was even born. Andromeda wouldn't hear of it though. Said her daughter would not grow up in some orphanage or worse…"

"Oh…"

"Then I shall find a way to ask her."

"A warning Narcissa, she is very touchy on the subject of her mother. She harbors as you witnessed, divided emotions about your sister and-and it isn't best to bring her up. Not unless she does, that's how you know it's ok, that she's willing to speak about it."

"Well I'm going to want to visit Andy."

"That may be, but she won't disclose anything to you , not unless she brings it up herself. I'd wait until she invites you to or says something about her."

"Well I-Lucius could-"

"Not even he could convince her. Give her time. I'm sure she'll think to inform you of her mothers whereabouts."

"This is a huge shock Kingsley, why did you not tell us, Lucius, me?"

"As I said before. It was not my place to tell. Andy always wanted to come back and tell you but I think she felt that after awhile, there was no point."

"Oh... I would have liked to know."

"Narcissa, as much as this hurts you now, you couldn't have done anything, not with the war going on."

"I-I suppose that's true. But still..."

"Cissy dear, why don't you go to our room and read your letter, think things over. This is surely very emotional and draining for you."

"I-yes. Good afternoon Kingsley."

"Good afternoon."

"So are there anymore surprises that I should be aware of?"

"Their mother knew. Andy ended up telling her before she died, that she had given birth to your child. Whether or not her actions were forgiven and she was taken back is unknown, but, their mother knew. I'm assuming, their father knew as well but I cannot be certain."

"Ah see... Anything else? Any more children?"

"I wouldn't know about any others, the only one I care about is Dora."

"Tonks you mean. I hear she likes going by that name."

"So you do know her."

"Of her. I know of her. Or rather the word is a young auror that is coming up through the ranks quite fast-I had no idea it was Andy's daughter or-well, my daughter."

"Yes, quite understandable. As for more information, I won't be giving you any more. It is not my place. But I do have a question for you, what are you going to do now that you know?"

"I-I am not sure. This is all quite unexpected."

"Good or bad?"

"You care about her."

"As if she were my own."

"But she is not."

"No Lucius, she is yours. She's always been yours. Ted made sure to never treat her as though she was his daughter. And Andy, well, she never really scolded or corrected his behavior. Many times Dora would come home with me for the summer, Christmas, she loved her mother, her brothers and sister but Ted, well, that just wasn't a good situation."

"My understanding was that he was a loving and caring man."

"He was. But not to her. You have to understand that the hatred you have for his kind, he equaled with hatred he had for you and purebloods."

"But Andy..."

"I know. I know."

"I must ask you to leave. I have much to think about. And Kingsley, as much as I like to have a freebie get out of jail card lets not make these talks frequent, you and I both know that you're here only for her. Next time, either tell me or Cissy, or-or tell her. Otherwise, lets keep this to a business relationship."

"The feeling is mutual. But at one time, you were a dear friend. Hence why I came all this way myself."

"Yes well, that was a long time ago."

"It was. Good afternoon and I'm truly sorry I couldn't tell you. You should be very proud of her, she's an amazing young woman."

"Mmhmm."

"Very well. Good day."

"Good day."

"Oh and Lucius?"

"...?"

"She likes firewhiskey. I'm sure if you went out for a drink tonight you'd find her out, pondering these new turn of events as well. That is all. Good afternoon."

"Right."

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