Their Children
Chapter 2
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Chapter 2: Lucas Andrew Malfoy
'So how would you like to be a big brother, Sweetie?' Hermione said as she smiled at her seven month old son, Flavian. Flavian gurgled happily for reply. 'Good,' smiled Hermione. 'Because you're gonna be one soon.'
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Hermione and Lucius were arguing over what to name their child. They had come up with a girls name, and had thought that everything was good, until they went to St. Mungo's and discovered that it was a boy.
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They came up with a name the day before the baby was due to be born. It was Lucas Andrew Malfoy. Lucius came up with 'Lucas' , and Hermione wanted 'Andrew', though the name Lucas was growing on her.
The day after was full of excitement and expectation. Lucius, Hermione, and Flavian all headed for St. Mungo's and had the necessary tests done. However, they recovered a totally unexpected surprise. Full term in the Wizarding World was seven months, and it had been that long, yet the mediwitch said that Lucas' lungs weren't ready. So the small family headed back to Malfoy Manor to wait another three weeks.
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Lucas was finally born on February the 18th, in the midst of excitement and relief.
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Lucas grew up to be an…interesting child. His looks were definitely nothing to complain about; he looked like the Greek god Apollo. Yet…he over thought things. He pondered everything to the extreme, usually butchering it to the point where it wasnt understandable. He had been an early reader, which was no surprise, but it was almost…annoying. He had begun reading at three years, but then would ask almost philosophical questions that he apparently 'got from the book'. He would read 'The Tales of Beetle the Bard' and then ask why beetles were different colors, then, after being answered, would ask why the sky was blue, for example. Hermione and Lucius would answer him as best they could.
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It was when Lucas entered Hogwarts that all their troubles began. Lucius and Hermione thanked all the powers that Lucas had been put in Slytherin, because then Flavian was there to help him. Children started calling Lucas the 'misfit' because of his careful, thoughtful ways and his curiosity. Lucas' letters to his parents became less and less frequent as he spent more time studying, in an effort to get away from his 'friends'. Flavian helped Lucas as best he could, but it still left Lucas confused as to why he was being bullied, and to why he was different.
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It wasnt until Lucas was 13 that things started to look brighter. His younger sister, Rebecca, was placed in Gryffindor, where Lucas found a few friends. Then, he attributed his 'differentness' to the fact that he had been born late. He stopped asking such confusing questions, and he joined the quiddich team. There was only one problem.
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'Mother?' Lucas walked into Adrian's room where Hermione was tucking Adrian in. 'May I talk to you for a minute?' Hermione smiled briefly. 'Of course, honey' she said. 'Lets go to your sitting room first though, okay?' She led the way to his sitting room and sat on a sofa beside him. 'What did you want to see me about?' 'Its just…' Lucas stopped uncertainly, then resumed,'Everyone I know knows what they want to do when they're adults. Flavian just wants to be a father, Rebecca wants to be a teacher, even Adrian wants to be an Auror. I don't know, and I can't figure out why. I'm just of neutral to everything.' Hermione smiled reassuringly. 'You'll find out soon. Not everyone is just able to decide quickly. Don't worry, honey. You'll figure it out. Everything will turn out great.'
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Lucas was now seventeen. He decided that he was going to be either a doctor or an Auror. He couldn't decide which. He hadn't met any girls that had really made him jump, so he didnt have a girlfriend to ask for advice. And he had decided that he'd bothered both of his parents enough about the subject. Now, he had to focus on school. He had been getting pretty bad grades lately, and had been scrubbing cauldrons for almost a week during various detentions. The only thing he was doing well in was, well, quiddich. Ugh.
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After spending almost his entire nights studying, Lucas graduated from Hogwarts with satisfactory grades. He decided to do what Flavian had done, and take a 'year off' just staying at home deciding what to do in the future.
That year was uneventful, but Lucas decided to begin Auror training, so he was happy that he had finally decided.
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Lucas was 26, an Auror, the godfather of his brother Flavian's son, and completely bewildered. His life was smooth, but boring. He found his Auror duties easy, but his life seemed empty.
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The line above was true…until he met Angelique Weasely. She was the daughter of Ron Weasely and Lavender Brown Weasely. She had dark auburn hair, and beautiful caramel eyes. There was only one thing. She was a Weasely. Would his father seriously approve of this? Of course not.
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'Sorry, Father. I didn't here you correctly. I thought you said that you don't mind.' 'You heard me correctly.' Lucius patiently told his son. 'No, sorry Father, did YOU, Lucius Malfoy, THE Lucius Malfoy, just say that you don't mind me marrying a Weasely?' 'I married a Granger, didnt I?' Lucius was vaguely amused by his son's disbelief. 'Oh, thank you, Father!' 26 year old Lucas actually threw his arms around his father's neck and then sprinted from the room. Rebecca laughingly called after him,'I can't decide which you remind me of: a five year old at Christmas or an excited house elf!'
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Eight years later, as Lucas sat with his beautiful wife and two children, he knew that his mother had been right during that conversation 20 years ago. Everything did turn out great.
Actually, better than great.