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Revelations
They walked back the dogs following them. The owls were perched on Hermione's shoulders,
The one watching them was unhappy. Had he seen her with another human? No, no, no, it was his turn. He had been promised since ever.
When Hermione and Draco were almost at the house, the dogs growled. The owls were all aware, making little sounds.
Time to show up, enough is enough, naughty promised; a cloaked person materialized.
"I come in friendliness," the cloaked person announced.
In seconds they were surrounded by guards, out of nowhere.
The cloaked person uncovered his head. Hermione had heard of him, but had never seen him, or maybe yes, long ago.
Vortex was perfection, but for his hair and eyes, the eyes were colorless with colored rims that fluctuated continuously, from one color to the next. His hair grew and then was short, his eyes seemed to have a life of their own, the pupils looked strange in some turns.
Besides that, he was like her parents and brother, too perfect. Draco thought, remembering his son. Scorpio said the entire student body was in love with Hugo and Rose. Scorpio joked and said that for a while, he couldn't decide on which one to choose, it was a toss. Lucius was utterly disgusted; "A ponce, at least you chose Rose." Scorpio laughed, he loved to make his grandfather angry, he had winked at Draco. Both had laughed until Lucius figured out they were playing with him. Sometimes he would laugh with them. This time he had.
Draco stood, observing the stranger.
"My lady, I am Vortex." He did a courtly bow, very formal. He dressed similar to Hermione's family, but for the metallic looking vest.
"Yes, I suspected so. Your brothers, ahem, your cousins, 'the brothers,' talk about you often enough." Hermione was curt.
He sneered, "My cousins always wanting what is mine. My real brothers alerted me. They have known forever. I never had a female, waiting for you. Even if my mother's family believes otherwise. It is what it is, they are snobs. They call my father an almost-demon, and they think I have females everywhere. No others, you are the one for me. It will happen."
One of the guards alarmed the main home.
All Granger males and Teddy showed. Then her mother. The Granger's all held strange cylinders.
"Why are you here?"
"Why? Because I was promised that when the human was gone, she would be my bride. I've waited since ever. "
"That was assuming a long life span, not now, she just lost her husband. There..."
"I can speak for myself. I never promised. When was I asked." Hermione was fuming.
"No, you didn't, but your grandparents did when you were very young. Besides, I did them a favor I would regret to take back. What do you see on him? He is puny nothing," he looked at Draco like he was dirt.
"Here is the favor," he waved his hand, and they saw Rose and Scorpio on beds or what must be a bed, they both dressed alike, their bodies didn't quite touch. In another bed, lay Lucius Malfoy, he seemed dead as well.
They were all. Still, nobody was moving.
"How?" Hermione asked.
"I was moving your daughter and his son seconds after the second explosion took them away. Their mortal bodies were damaged, but neither of the pair is no longer human. The pair has to stay like this for several cycles, I think three of your years. their life here is ended, but they didn't die, it was close, coming back might kill them." He turned to Draco.
"The young male, your son, wasn't entirely human, as I said he is a Guardian." He looked at Draco, "You have a suppressed being, a guardian of the gates. Someone interested in weakening the Portals did it. Perhaps, he/she used humans."
He turned towards Hermione, "By the way, I saved his father, the other guardian. He could be returned. But right now, he is unwell and angry. He wants to come and kill many. No, he didn't do it."
He looked at Draco, "He wanted the union. He said he wishes you had married my one, I didn't like his statement. She is mine, Ermi is mine, forget about her, it would be best. It is my recommendation."
"But why couldn't you move them?" Hermione's father asked.
"The second explosion was a result of moving the bodies. It was rigged, made so nobody would escape death."
Hermione and her mother held each other, Rose was alive.
Draco was frozen, his father and son alive. He couldn't talk. A guardian, so it was faithful. Many called them Veelas, but that was wrong. Veelas was a misnomer for males, Veelas were harpies, sirens. But others had similitudes to Veelas. The Dark Lord had influenced his grandfather, he probably had a hand on the death of his father's grandmother. He didn't want guardians. Why not? Was there an old portal? Something to allow him to come back from the dead?
Vortex heard Hermione, "Darling, your child is alive, but cannot come back; she would die."
"Maybe later, you could try. Maybe go back a few seconds?" Hermione begged.
"Maybe, one can do a lot for one's bride. You know it took me a very long time to save my mother. Saving two is harder. I cannot prevent the explosion, too many lives."
"Why couldn't you take them out?" Hermione was losing it.
"Someone else blocked my movement, I tried, but I could have killed them. Then a second explosion was a result of moving the bodies. It was rigged, made so nobody would escape death."
"Who blocked you." Her father asked.
"I don't know, it was the same with my mother. It took me many cycles to bring her back. We still don't know. I think this was all about your daughter. Although his father thinks it is bigger than that. Whoever wished for all the Malfoy to be dead, something in the house. Perhaps a portal, and more."
"But that whoever wanted to keep all employees and maybe me. Who?"
Her father answered, "No idea, but maybe wanted you dead as well, too many ifs."
"I cannot leave. I will honor the commitment in three decades, but I will marry Draco, here. He comes as well. I lost too much already."
"Done, my dear. I must go. My brothers all share a spouse; it is not a problem. They like it. It has its advantages." For once, he smiled, "I have no experience. But I am ready to learn." He grinned, staring at her intently and just disappeared.
Hermione ignored him. She was annoyed that he was so dazzling when he smiled.
"Why couldn't he save them. Who blocked him?" It was everyone's question.
"And the twins? Offer them, my future daughter. Vortex hates them. They are his half-brothers from a lover before he met his bride, Vortex's mother. They despise Vortex because they think he is the favorite. They are right, he is. His other brothers accept the fact. Vortex refuses to accept them, and calls them cousins."
"Darling Vortex is a strange cold being. Seeing his mother torn to pieces when he was seven was a shocker, his mother had human blood, but she was from the high realms. Her people didn't want the union, his family, you know where they come from, from the worlds of the dead. Now that he brought her back, he worries about her. He wants to find the killers."
The Weasley
Draco had a big revelation, it came from Molly. She was still a beautiful woman, but grief had taken its toll. Hermione embraced her. Draco began to see her. He wanted his father's happiness, maybe it was possible. He could share his youth.
"You look so much like Lucius," she smiled wryly, "I will tell you an old story. Maybe someone should know it. First, you should know I learned to love my husband, he was a good person. But I wasn't his first choice." She hesitated. Draco worried, his mother?
"My mother?"
"Close, But no, your aunt Bella. She was better back then." She lowered her voice, Don't tell anyone, but I always thought Bella had a child with him, perhaps he or she died, no way to tell. Arthur was too weak, and they weren't allowed. He was 5 years older than her. I think they might have lovers until the end, I don't know. I often found traces of her, he and she would have died if discovered."
Hermione shook her head in disbelief. "It is true, I found the hidden letters and pictures. Poor Arthur, a doomed love." Molly dried the tears that wouldn't stop.
"When Bella died, Arthur took care of her body. Ron saw him and asked me if I had killed Bella because of Arthur. We cried for Fred, but Arthur's sobs broke my heart, he cried for his Bella. He kept her grave clean. Maybe they are together. I hope so. Bella had a bad life."
Draco just went for it, "So how did you two meet, my father and you?"
"When I was 16, I was invited to the Yule Ball by a 13-year-old, the most beautiful wizard ever, tall, and well, he looked like an angel. I accepted the heart doesn't see the age difference. At this point, it would no longer matter. What are the three years?"
Draco nodded, he had already found a stash of photos of Lucius and Molly. Draco thought that his father must have hired someone to take their pictures. Lucius and Molly were a beautiful couple. He had never seen his father that happy, never. They looked like young lovers, only with eyes for each other. He even had pictures of Molly in a wedding dress, many of them. Draco cried, he could see tear stains in many of the photographs, it broke his heart. He had an entire collection, Lucius had followed her life. No wonder his mother had fallen for Harry; Draco cried for both of them. Thinking of his stoic father crying made him sad.
"My father."
She blushed, "Yes, I accepted, but your grandfather was there and forbade your father to see me again…we still saw each other, right till the day I married, it was hopeless. I cannot tell you more, it is too personal. He hated me when I married Arthur. But, it was a silly dream. He came into my room, right before I married, it broke my heart. We cried together, it was awful. I nearly ran away with him. But how could I? Your father was 16 when I married, it was an impossible dream," her voice shook, with this Draco knew the truth, Molly still loved his father.
"Lucius made sure that Arthur went nowhere. Until Hermione, we had a difficult life. Occasionally your father would visit when Arthur was away and begged me to run away. I couldn't, but I was often tempted. He offered to help my children, but now my children all work with Hermione's parents. Your father asked me, not long ago, why did I stay with Arthur, I asked him to let me live my life. I told him that whenever I was near him, my heart bled. Please, don't come again, I begged. He said, how could he live without seeing me; Lucius said that he felt dead inside." Tears were flowing out her eyes, "I lost Arthur and Lucius the same day."
"Ah, if you had a chance, would you take it?"
"I guess we will never know I think he planned this forever to kill my family. Once I dreamed, it wasn't easy. It wasn't easy knowing how unhappy he was, it tore my heart."
Draco wasn't so sure his father had done it. He had loved Molly and wouldn't have hurt her so.
He had a box for her, he made copies of the pictures, she caressed the pictures with her finger. "We were so very young," her voice was soft and sad.
Draco gave her a small pouch, "He bought this for you long ago, you should have it."
Molly opened it. She pulled out an emerald set on a wide band shaped like a snake. Inside the ring, it said, "My Molly-love eternal, LM," when you looked at it, the words appeared over the ring.
Quietly she put it on her finger, "I had it before. I gave it back to him before I married." She just sat to look at the pictures, crying.
Draco said goodbye, but she wasn't listening. He knew it, Molly had been his father's lover, probably forever. His eyes filled with tears.
Hermione was crying as well, "What a tragedy. I hope there is a chance for them, what happened?
"My great-grandmother was found dead in the gardens. Her husband died of grief. Abraxas, my grandfather, on Voldemort's advice, froze the being inside. Now, I think that Voldemort had ulterior motives. I think you can help me research, will you?"
All of a sudden Draco realized who his aunt was, she was with one of the giants, the small girl with the pink hair was his cousin. He had a family. Her husband was exotic looking, and clearly in love. She looked younger than him, but he didn't look his age either. He smiled, he had an aunt, a cousin, and a second cousin.
That night, they sat by the fire at Malfoy Manor. Hermione had moved in; her brother, son, and Teddy would follow.
"Ermi, many of the jewels are gone, father would have never given them away, something is going on, and Pansy had the promise ring."
"Rose was wearing it. I didn't want to tell you. Maybe they were first robbed, then killed."
"Who is her lover?"
"A wealthy Wizard. He moved from Australia around ten years ago."
Magnolia sat on Hermione purring, the dogs lay by her. The owls sat right behind her, Draco smiled, his Fey Queen. L'Roy stood watching, "You are lucky, I have a mind to make myself know, you would be surprised, but I don't poach. My brothers married Princesses and queens. Maybe your daughter will marry me, one of them. You will have several. I can see that."
Draco ignored him.
"So Molly and your dad. Arthur and Bella, a child?"
"Yes, Black Manor is mine. I was going to give it to my son. But, We should find out if there is a Black child. It should go to her. It has been closed all these years, or maybe to Teddy. Not sure. "How old would the child be? Let's talk to my aunt."
"I would say much older than us, older than Bill."
Draco couldn't think past his groin. Her proximity was making me feel odd. He wanted to forget all the horrors inside her body.
"So you are a guardian; I don't understand the allegiance to such evil wizard as the Dark Lord.
"I don't really know about the guardians. My grandfather blocked all his descendants. My grandfather didn't want his fate for us. Maybe that explains it, or maybe not. What am I?'
Hermione's hand moved, in front, he saw someone reminding him of an Angel, sort of, but for the dark countenance. An angel with dark wings and clawed hands. He was dressed like him, and a long vest made out something like a light metal, he had weapons everywhere.
"Wow," Draco said.