Disclaimer: OC and Plot is mine. Everything else is J.K. Rowling's brilliance.
A/N: Thank you for all the follows and favorites. It means a lot to me that people are enjoying this. Also thank you to Jennyangelamj and SoraLovesRain for the reviews. Please excuse my grammar and spelling errors as I'm still only writing from my iPhone :( but please enjoy regardless!
"What the bloody fucking hell Malfoy! How did you not see he had it out for you both then ?!" Harry yelled.
"Potter! How much competition is there among the Aurors? Even if you wouldn't allow them to disrespect each other. Sure having it out for us is one thing, but having it out for the whole bloody organization?" Draco yelled back.
"Watch Harry." Kingsley then said in a calm voice which got Harry to pay attention to them.
"Barthalemou has an accomplice." pensieve Draco Malfoy was now at the front of the conference room with the screen behind him.
"Why do you say that?" An Attache in the back spoke.
"Because." Draco waved his wand and the wall behind him showed two different pictures, "This first incident was Barthalemou's doing. Every criminal has their own pattern/signature of how they commit their crime. Muggle or Magical, it doesn't matter." He said pointing to an Attache in the front, "as insignificant as it may seem when you do something, as small as brushing your teeth you have a signature. No one else can ever brush your teeth the way you do."
"What about his magical signature?" A female Attache to the right asked.
"Good point Attache Ngyen. The problem with that is, none of us have been around him while he has done the crime to capture and use it. He's smart and very cunning, he's been able to stray us away from where we think he will be." Draco said nodding to her.
"So what is our next move?" An Attache to the left this time asked.
"He's being slow. He's waiting to calculate this next move of his. He's being sloppy with his work for some reason. The muggle law enforcement found a "weapon in question" last time. Whatever is happening he's tripping on himself and we'll be there."
"Where is Hermione?" Harry asked.
"You'll see." Draco smirked.
The memory started shifting and soon they were in a barn that was completely on fire.
"HERMIONE WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET OUT OF HERE." Draco yelled coughing because of the smoke in the air.
"NO DRACO YOU NEED MY HELP." She said casting a charm on him so that he could breathe.
"Thank you." He said squeezing her hand, "Now go home, Scorpius needs both of his parents."
"Exactly Draco Malfoy," she said with extra emphasis on their last name, "Scorpius needs both of us."
"Bloody stubborn witch." Draco smiled at her, "Come on!"
"Hermione just gave birth?" Harry asked completely dumbfounded.
"Not literally. Scorpius was five months old at this time." Draco shrugged, he remembered this memory like it was yesterday. Him and Hermione were the best partners that you would have ever seen.
The house was burning quickly and the beams from the ceilings were falling. There was a sound of a window crashing and as if they knew exactly what the other was thinking they ran into the nearest window, breaking through it, and fell into bales of hay down below.
A figure running in the distance could be seen. Both Draco and Hermione reached into their pockets and from their hands two full sized brooms appeared. They both hopped on and flew to the figure running. The figure fell to the ground and his hood fell off.
"Gotcha." The person said, it was Barthalemou's accomplice.
Hermione froze the man while Draco pointed his wand at the fire and it froze completely.
In the distance another figure could be seen walking towards them.
"Bravo." He said clapping, this time it was the true Barthalemou, "You know it is truly fascinating to watch the way you two work. It's like watching a ballet so beautiful, well thought, intricate, intimate."
"What is your sick obsession?" Draco spat out.
"No sick obsession here, just mere observations Draco." Barthalemou said, "My Hermione you look absolutely ravishing. How on Earth do you look like that after having little Scorpius not that long ago?"
"Keep my family out of your mouth Barthalemou!" Draco yelled.
"Now, now Draco Hermione is a grown woman. Let her answer. Now now Hermione how do you look so ravishing and so soon?" Barthalemou questioned.
"Chasing down sick bloody bastards like yourself." Hermione sneered reminiscent of Malfoy.
Just then Barthalemou fell face forward to the ground. He had been hit with muggle tranquilizer. Out of nowhere gold shackles attached themselves to his wrists and ankles in a criss cross fashion behind him pulling him into a strenuous shape.
"WHY CAN'T I APPARATE!" Barthalemou tried to speak but it came out extremely slurred.
Draco smiled back at her, "That's quite the spell you created there Granger."
"Couldn't do done it without you Malfoy." Hermione said.
"Hermione created a spell?" Harry was amazed.
"Yes, on our down time from busy cases, we would research spells and potions. How to create new ones or make old ones better." Draco smiled at memory Hermione.
"What and how did you do that?" Kingsley asked.
"Those gold hand and wrist cuffs were made specifically to stop a witch/wizard from using their own magic." Draco explained pointing out the wrist cuffs.
"That's amazing." Harry complimented, "How?!"
"All in due time Potter." Draco smiled.
Pensive Draco and Hermione were in Draco's office now. The room had green and silver touches which gave it away, but there were pictures of Draco and Hermione, their engagement, their wedding picture, and a younger looking Scorpius.
"Congratulations! Attaches Malfoy and Granger." Head Attache Bellamy said, pouring some wine into the classes of each person.
"Thank you Attache Bellamy, it wasn't just us. It was the whole team." Hermione smiled sincerely.
"Always so humble Attache Granger. Draco tell your wife she needs to take some credit." Attache Bellamy teased Draco.
"She's nicer than I thought." Harry spoke out loud.
"She's like our French McGonagall. She's very serious, but has a nice and laid back side when work is over." Draco amused Harry.
"But she'll put you right back in your place if you don't know it." Kingsley added, "My kind of woman."
This caused the three men to laugh but continued to watch the memory.
"I truly want to know. How did you do it? From what Draco tells me you didn't plan it." Attache Bellamy inquired.
"It was not, which I apologize for Attache Bellamy." Hermione started to explain, "I was sitting at home when it hit me, Barthalemou really has this sick obsession with Draco and I. I knew the mission that night was to lure him out, but anytime Draco and I are together he's stays long. He's also gotten quite cocky. If there was any chance to get him, it would of been that night."
"But what about the shackles? The tranquilizer? I know we incorporate muggle means, but I wouldn't even thought of that even in my golden years." Attache Bellamy said.
"Please Attache Bellamy, you're not that much older than us. You're still amazing. But Draco and I had discussed it, if there's anything that Draco has learned it's to never disregard or look down upon muggle means. Which unfortunately a lot of Witches and Wizards still do. Barthalemou was expecting everything thrown at him to be magical, but this was something he would've never guessed."
"I have to say I'm quite impressed with your work. But I don't think I could expect any less from you too." Attache Bellamy said but suddenly had a pondering face, "Though I need to wonder, why do you think Barthalemou is obsessed with you two?"
"Honestly I have no idea." Hermione said with a worried face.
"We have no idea but we will find out Attache Bellamy." Draco said determined.
"Of course. I'll let you guys enjoy your evening. Again amazing work." Attache Bellamy said and then walked out the office door.
The memory changed again and this time they were walking down an all white hallway with cells of glass and steel bars and force fields.
"Where is this?" Harry said looking around in amazement.
"This is where the most high-profile and most dangerous fugitives are kept." Kingsley answered.
Harry nodded in understanding and immediately looked back up to Barthalemou in his cell.
"Well if it isn't my family!" Barthalemou said putting his arms around his neck and his feet up on the bench.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked with disgust.
"Nothing, nothing. What can I do for you today Hermione." Barthalemou said in a suggestive voice.
Suddenly pensive Draco ran up to Barthalemou with his shirt around his neck, "You will respect her Barthalemou. Don't try it."
Barthalemou was turning red to the lack of oxygen but he smiled anyway. This enraged Draco more. Hermione was behind him trying to calm him so he would put Barthalemou down.
"Stop this nonsense and show the respect she deserves. I can make things so much harder for you Barthalemou. Imagine having these chains on, exactly how they were when we captured you but I'll hang you from the ceiling like a hammock and let every other prisoner have their way with you." Draco threatened.
After a few moments and becoming more red in the face he obliged and nodded his head.
Hermione took a breath and walked forward.
"Why are you doing this? Why have you done this?" Hermione went straight to the questions wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Why? Easy because I wanted to." Barthalemou answered while running his neck where Draco had held him.
"Are you mad?" Hermione asked.
"About you." Barthalemou said putting his own hands around his neck before Draco could react.
"Barthalemou. You are a disgusting pig. Keep your comments to yourself." Hermione held her head high and now pointed her wand at his neck. Barthalemou put down his hands from his neck. "Now why are you doing this? What is your goal with Draco and I?" Hermione continued.
"Easy. We're family I've already told you that." He answered smoothly.
"What are you getting on about? We are related to you as much as I'm related to a bat. Now answer with the truth. Hermione and I can shove veritasium down your throat just in case you were willing to get out of line again." Draco said exceptionally frustrated.
"Oh but dear Draco Lucius Malfoy, don't you remember your dear Aunt Bella? I am your cousin. I am Barthalemou Black Lestrange." Barthalemou announced.
"There must be a riot going on outside." Harry said at that announcement. They didn't mention it in the meeting for a reason, but now that this information was made public the case just got a hundred times more interesting.
"Why did you stop the memory there. You didn't question him anymore?" Kinglsey asked.
"Oh no...after that it just wasn't my proudest moments." Draco smirked.
Both of the other men nodded in understanding as the memory changed again.
"He has to by lying!" Draco said slamming his fists on the table.
The memory was now in another office but it looked like their home office. Of course the walls were lined with books, but there was also a muggle computer, and television in the office as well. The office was very comfortable and welcoming.
"Draco we can give him veritasium. We can find out." Hermione assured him sliding her hand over her shoulder.
"No I need to see it staring at me in the face. I know exactly where we can look." Draco said dragging her to their bedroom.
"Draco, I don't believe it's the time for this!" Hermione reprimanded him.
"Yes Draco did you forget everyone would be watching this?" Kingsley asked his face contorting in horror.
"Bloody hell man have more faith in me than that!" Draco said snapping towards the memory.
Draco had stopped to the nightstand in the bedroom and sat down beside him. The bed was a grand California king four poster bed with a canopy. The room was not maroon or green, it was a beautiful white with hints of gold and silver ran throughout.
Draco found what he was looking for and held it up, "Do you remember this book I gave you as a marriage gift?"
"Yes. Draco! Your family history book! Brilliant!" Hermione's eyes were wide in excitement and she kissed him on the cheek.
Draco took a pocket knife from his pocket and pricked his finger and pressed the blood to the book.
Draco flipped all the way to the end, "Bloody hell!"
Hermione had her hand on her mouth.
Draco let Kingsley and Harry look at the book.
"He really is Bellatrix's son." Kingsley said.
"But what about the father? Why is it only Bellatrix?" Why didn't you notice it before?" Harry hounded Draco with questions.
"You'll see Potter." Draco said nodding to the memory.
Pensive Draco sat there now with a pondering face.
"Draco? What is it?" Hermione asked.
"I've had this book for years. Why wouldn't I of ever noticed it?" Draco asked.
"Well there has to be some sort of concealment spell that Bellatrix is working because even the father of Barthalemou is hidden." Hermione assured him.
"Only one way to find out." Draco said looking up.
The memory changed back to Barthalemou's cell. Barthalemou sported two black eyes and a swollen lip that had stitches.
"You're doing?" Harry asked.
"You never saw anything." Draco said.
"Hello cousin. Finally found the proof that you've been looking for?" Barthalemou asked.
"Yes I did." Draco said.
"Well isn't this fantastic! We're family, when is the next family reunion?" Barthalemou asked.
"Don't get mouthy. I'll give you a broken nose again." Draco said snapping his neck at him.
"Barthalemou I'm going to need you to drink this." Hermione said levitating a vial of vertasium.
"No, there's no need. We're family, family trusts each other." Barthalemou said.
"Not always." Draco said.
"Yes well, get on with it then." Barthalemou said opening his mouth and letting the levitated vial pour it into his mouth. He gulped the potion down and smiled at them.
"Cocky bastard." Draco said.
"Barthalemou Black Lestrange, when and where were you born?" Hermione asked.
"September 24, 1978. Lestrange Manor, Romania." He answered easily.
"Why did you commit those crimes?" Hermione asked.
"Because I wanted to as an ode to my dear old mum." He said waving his hand easily.
"So you didn't care you killed over 340 people?" Hermione asked.
"It would of been 450 people if the last attack had gone to plan." Barthalemou answered unfazed.
"Alright then, do you have something against muggles?" Hermione asked.
"Do you mean that pure-blood nonsense? I was taught that yes but obviously there are faults and excretions in that theory now isn't there?" Barthalemou winked at Hermione which then earned him a punch in the face from her.
Pensive Draco smirked proudly.
Barthalemou tried to readjust his jaw that was now dislocated. Hermione waved her wand to fix it.
"Why did you do that?!" Draco asked.
"We need these questions answered Draco." Hermione said in as serious tone.
"Barthalemou, continue." Hermione said.
"I didn't commit those crimes because of that. Both Wizards and Muggles have their strengths and weaknesses. I committed those crimes because I wanted to show that no one is safe, everyone is mortal and succumbs to the wonder of life eventually. Unless you want to join my side?" Barthalemou asked.
"What does that mean Barthalemou?" Draco now asked.
"It means that Draco dear old boy, that I am raising an army. I am creating an empire both Muggle and Magic to take over every inch of this world one by one." Barthalemou said smugly.
"You cannot be serious." Hermione then commented.
"Oh but dear Hermione. I am. If you'd like you could leave your husband and I will take Scorpious in as my own. You could rule beside me." Barthalemou offered.
Before Draco could even move from the spot that he was in Hermione had her wand up and a circle of fire danced around Barthalmeu's neck.
"That's kind of dark for Hermione to be using." Harry commented.
"That fire isn't hot Potter. It's a scare tactic." Draco showed Harry by creating the same ring of fire around his neck. Harry then touched it and felt it was cool to touch.
"Why not use real fire then?" Harry asked.
"Your best friend didn't completely change with this job. She still had her outstanding moral compass." Draco smiled fondly looking at pensieve Hermione.
"Keep my family out of your mouth Barthalemou." She said making the ring even smaller so if he even dared to breathe his neck would touch it.
Barthalemou blinked his understanding and Hermione made the ring of fire around his neck disappear
"So you want to take over the world Barthalemou. Why?" Hermione asked calming herself.
"The world has so many faults. So many things wrong with it. It needs guidance. A steer into a bright new future." Barthalemou said.
"And you're the one to give it?" Draco laughed.
"Who else Draco? I'm not speaking about anyone else." Barthalemou shot at him.
Draco was about to attack him again but Hermione stopped him with her hand.
"You didn't go to Hogwarts with us, you didn't go to any other magical school. We checked the records for all schools and any aliases that you might of been under. How did you learn your magic?" Hermione asked.
"My dear old Mum. You didn't think she just casted me off without teaching me a thing or two did you?" Barthalemou acted shocked.
"You got cocky and lazy. That was your downfall."
"Yes well I choose the wrong person to help me." Barthalemou said. "That fellow was someone I picked off from a bar. He looked sad and lost. I promised him guidance and success and he ate at it." Barthalemou said, "Funny how being so low in life can be such a way to get someone to do your bidding."
"Or heartless." Hermione cut in.
"Yes well what's that muggle saying "Potatoe, Potato no matter how you spin it, it still happened." Barthalemou said casually, "Something like that."
"Why did you need someone to help you then if you're so great and mighty all on your own?" Draco asked.
"I needed to start a following, test out my leadership skills. But I suppose you both are right. Got too big for my britches too soon." Barthalemou confessed.
"Then I have to ask how did you learn all your magic? You're mother was an." Hermione cleared her throat as she spoke, "Powerful witch when it came to using dark magic. But for the power and size and the vast knowledge of spells, how did you learn those?"
"My dear old father of course?" Barthalemou said, "Who else would I learn to appreciate magic from?"
Both of their eyes widened. Harry and Kingsley's eyes widened as well.
"Who is your father then?" Draco now asked calmly not sure if he truly wanted to know the answer or not.
Smiling at Hermione and Draco darkly he answered clearly "Tom Marvolo Riddle of course, but I'm sure you know him as Voldemort?"
A/N: My fingers hurt! Review please and let me know. Sorry about the dialogue but the story needs all this information. One more chapter of pensive memories and then it'll be back in modern day.