Title: Al Rubio Moreno
Chapter Thirteen: Between Father and Son.
They made their ways through the wood, gasping, breathing heavily, pushing branches away from their path. Behind various people followed, shouting spells, warning them on the dangers they're in, but they didn't stop, they couldn't stop.
"Hurry up!" the taller, slim man hissed at the young man following him behind.
"I'm trying to!" the young man hissed back, " I cant believe you can run this fast after behind lock up so much time! Hell you're bonier than me!"
Lucius Malfoy laughed, "Looks can be deceiving."
Draco laughed sarcastically, "As if!" Suddenly the younger man slipped, due to one of the curses throw at them. Lucius stopped and cursed as the Aurors gained speed on them. He kneel over the blonde biting his finger drawing blood, drawing shapes on the ground with his blood. He stood up, yanked the younger blonde to his feet and pushed him opposite to where the Aurors were coming, "Go, Run!"
Draco was about to protest but followed his father's command. Lucius looked at the approaching Aurors and grinned, He ripped few branches and leaves off the trees around and threw them into their direction. He drew more shapes this time in the air and placed his palm where the shapes should have been. An odd pentagram appeared and the branches and leaves grew, forming a sort of animal knocking the Aurors off their feet.
Lucius smirked, running pass Draco. "What the hell was that!?" Draco exclaimed.
"One of the secret abilities we possess."
"How come you never used it until now?" Draco asked running behind him.
"It's not something we Malfoys like to divulge on public," Lucius replied, "There are many things we have kept secrets from the wizarding world!"
Minutes later, they stopped running finally loosing the Aurors off their trail. Lucius kept walking, showing no sigh of tiredness, until Draco who was gasping for breath. "Now what? How am I going to perform magic without my wand?"
"Take it easy," Lucius said softly.
"Take it easy? We were almost caught there!" Draco exclaimed looking at the back of his father. "How am I supposed to survive-"
Lucius made a sudden halt, making Draco bumped with him and loose his balance, "What the hell was that for?" Draco exclaimed.
Lucius raised his arms, ignoring Draco's complain, "I bring no harm my friends." He said out loud, his eyes scanning the woods.
Before Draco can ask what the hell was wrong with his father several people stepped out from their hiding, most dresses with odd Muggle clothes and some wearing goggles over their eyes.
"As if!" One of the guys said in a weird accent, holding what it looks like a gun.
"We're unarmed men fellows," Lucius replied. Draco stood up, now looking at the commotion, "Stand still Draco," Lucius hissed.
"Mad sa ku drnuikr!" a young woman exclaimed, pushing her way through the crowd.
She sighed, standing in front the two blonde men. Draco took the chance to look at her; it was a young woman, with long blonde hair, pushed into a bun, the end of her hair sticking out. Long strands of hair feel over her pale cheeks and temples, her blue-grayish looking up at them. She was dressed on green shorts, a dark orange sleeveless shirt while long straps of blue clothes fell behind her back from her shirt and many belts and small bags fasten around her waist and thigh. Her boots were high heeled, one of her hand clad in a long pale green glove while the other hold a claw knuckle with spikes and a dark round goggles dangle from her neck.
She giggled, "Ra'c uh uv ic!" She said to the crowd. They lowered their weapons though they didn't stop looking suspiciously at them.
Lucius sighed, "Rikku, Thank Merlin you were here."
Rikku stood up on her tips and stared at Lucius's gray eyes, "You've been hiding them?"
Lucius titled his head and closed his eyes. When he opened them his eyes changed to a deep gray color with a swirl pattern on them.
Draco look from the woman to his father and his eyes, " We were Al Bheds all this time!?" he gaped.
The room was barely lit, however, you could make out few dark wooden furniture and bookshelves decorating most of room. It looked allot like a library, however the few tables covered with odd stands of vials, liquids, tools and fearful ingredients it was easy to guess it was a ritual room.
Just in the right side of the room, between walls of bookshelves stood a tall bony white figure, a blue ball floating inches from the table, with the size four time a basket ball and inside the blue glowing ball lies the crying weeping body of a blonde baby. Wriggling his fist madly as he cry.
He tossed the book aside, watching how a red flow of energy tries to wrap around the ball and slowly fade away like wax being melt after fire leaving the blue ball back to its beginning. He ran one of his hands through, his bald head in frustration; a really bad habit he picked up these days.
He slammed his fist on the table, making few empty vials fell down to the floor. "I hate doing this!" he growled making the baby wailed even harder. He rolled up his sleeve and pressed his bony finger into his ugly skull tattoo on his forearm. "Bring her up," he whispered as the nasty snake coming from the skulls mouth hissed.
"We need to enter Hogwarts," Lucius said, adjusting the boots Rikku passed him. "I must speak with Dumbledore urgently."
Draco snorted as he watched his father, now dress with baggy dark brown trousers, a tight dirty sand shirt with high neck, a set leather of belts running through his chest and back, forming a letter X on his chest. Another set of belts ran down from his waist and crossing down his groin area and buttocks. He had high-heeled boots and gloves reaching his forearm, covering his itching dark mark. The typical goggle lies on top the dirty blond Rikku tried to tangle into a braid but end up doing a thick low ponytail.
"Long time eh?" Lucius whispered now looking at his reflection on he mirror.
Draco rolled his eyes dressing similar his father, however, he had his shirt dark green, with no leather belts his chest and back but only his groin and buttocks. His boots were low heeled, pockets all down his pants. His gloves were cut on each tip of his fingers only reaching halfway his forearm. He refused to wear those ridiculous goggles. Lucius complained that it was traditional for Al Bhed to use them but Draco only shrugged his shoulder not caring for the tradition at all.
"Excuse me, I was raised as a wizard," Draco mumbled, crossing his arms as his father exchange a conversation with Rikku.
"We cannot cross the Hogwart ground," one of the guys said, overhearing Lucius's request, "We do not enter private Ministry educational ground. That is illegal."
"Not if they're with me,"Rikku replied, "I have permission to pass by Dumbledore for my fiance. I will escort them directly to him."
The guy's lip twitched at the Malfoy duo and nodded at Rikku, bowing slightly, "As you wish my lady."
Rikku looked back at Lucius, eying the blonde seriously, "You must have a pretty good reason for going there, because I'm risking my life already by helping you fugitives. Do you care to share the reasons?"
Lucius nodded, massaging his beard, "I have a theory about Lord Voldemort that I must discuss with Dumbledore."
"Couldn't you just send him an owl?" Draco snarled, "We have to risk our breath of freedom to sit down, drink tea and chat things like the old ways!"
"Don't be sarcastic Draco," Lucius reply looking hard at the blonde.
"What else do you expect me to do?" Draco asked, " There are dozens of things you hid from me about us!"
"This is no time to be mad over the past-"
"Past?" Draco asked angrily, "Past my ass! We are fucking bloody Al Bheds."
"You're making it sound like we're beast-"
"They are fucking considered under magical animals right next to werewolves! And you can do this odd fucking thing with plants and blood looking like barbarians!"
"That's called Alchemy, and it's a rare fine art of magic-"
"Fuck the art, "Draco retorted standing up, "What else are you going to say about us? That we can pull rabbits out of our ears?"
"We have something Voldemort wanted and something that probably your son have now."
"Smashing isn't it!" Draco roared, "So now my son have to pay for the broken plates you did?"
Lucius whirled to face his son and before the blonde could react, Lucius slammed him against the wall of the van they were in. Draco's head hit the wall, sending the young man out of focus, yelping at the pain exploding at the back of his head.
"Stop, Stop!" Rikku exclaimed walking over the two blondes but Lucius stopped her with a gesture of his free hand.
"I gave every inch of my skin to protect you from Voldemort's upcoming plan, keep you out of the dark to find years later into the newspaper you were working under his skin!"
"Thanks to me," he said his breath now coming long and angry, "You don't have that tattoo in your forearm! He knew better than to try to! Now, I am re doing my job and this time as a grandfather because unlike you, your son is extremely exposed and a most likely a candidate to finish what he planned to do with you!" Lucius let go of the younger man roughly, making him loose his balance and slipped down to the floor.
The young blonde stared at his father, for the first of many years, terrified at his reaction. His breathing was heavy enough for his hand find a way up his chest.
Lucius cracked his knuckles as he re-adjust his gloves, "We're ready to go Rikku."
The blonde woman hastily nodded, looking scared from father to son. "O-oac cen!"
He sneered, kneeling down at the girl, looking like a broken doll, a dark bruise visible in her left cheek. Her skin was lightly pale behind the blotches of dirt and grime all over her. Her long black hair, once smooth and silky now laid in a greasy tangled mop of dark curtain over her dark amber eyes.
He ran his bony white finger around her cheeks, earning a glare from the girl, "Fascinating trip to the dungeons I pressure."
" You and your bloody scum know no less how to treat royal bloodlines," she whispered not ripping her gaze from the bloody red eyes. His hand gripped her chin harshly, making the girl wince in pain.
"You know better than to watch your words over me young lady. That's a foul way to speak to your elders, Evangeline."
She glared back at the snake like white skin face of Lord Voldemort.
"Now, I have a precious job for you to do," he said standing up, "Remember Draco? The baby boy I told you about our plans years ago?-"
"I told you the boy was sealed-" she tried to say but she was cut with a slap on her face.
"Don't interrupt me while I talk!" Voldemort hissed. "Resuming over, I found a very nice candidate for the job," he said now, a nasty grin coming over his thin lips as he gestured to the blue glowing ball floating over the table.
Evangeline took one look at the crying baby muffled by the blue ball he was inside and her eyes widened, "No," she whispered, "You're insane! This is only a mere weeks old baby-"
Another slap. She was forced into her feet as the Great Lord grabbed her by her greasy black hair, "You will do what we accord into plan years ago. I don't care about your opinion and no fishy things," he added now bringing her to his eyes level. Evangeline whine in protest at the firm grip in her hair. "If you try to pull something-"
"I get it," she wailed, "Please."
He smiled in a nasty evil way, letting go of the girl. "Great, now I will have things to attend to while you work."
He looked at the two white-masked man who brought the girl in. "Constance vigilance with the little mongrel there."
In a swift, like dark smoke of fire, Lord Voldemort was gone.
TBC….
Notes: This is turning out pretty odd. Nothing of this going on was never planned years ago because I didn't know where the story was heading. Sorry for Draco sudden change of character. I mean it has been years since I touch this story.
Next chapter: The noble Art and Genealogy of the Malfoy