Disclosure Hp belongs to JKR. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
a/n the end. too bad :(
More Revelations
"My grandparents know?" Hermione finally asks.
"I think they do. They sent investigators years later; dear, let it go." Hagrid urges her.
Hermione is quiet, feeling terrible. No wonder her mother talked to her about prevention; though she told her to wait for the one she loved and marriage. "Draco knows, the slug, he said he was glad Bella his aunt Bella knew me; and was glad she had taken care of my mother. It was irresponsible of Lucius but I cannot judge them. But why the Lestrange?"
"Why? I thought you knew, their mother grew up with your grandmother's parents after her parents died. They are first cousins. Rodolphus took care of your mother and brother while they were students here; he loved his younger cousins. He was in a fistfight with Lucius, calling him a swine. It happened right after dinner. Lucius was four years older than your beautiful mother; I guess that was when Bella found out. They fought with no wands; it was a fight watched by many. Rodolphus is stronger, so he beat Lucius. When Edwina left, Rodolphus consoled him. That was when Lucius turned into the wizard he is today." Hagrid´s face reveals his sorrow.
"When I saw your mother again, Edwina told me she kept the rape a secret. Bella did it out of vengeance because the brothers loved her, so Bella knew she would go away. She reminded her to stay away or Lucas would die. So sorry; at this point I am not sure the curse was real. I think her magic wasn't that strong back then." Hagrid shakes his head.
"Thanks for telling me. Do you know why I am afraid of brooms?" Hermione asks.
She hears the voice. "Don't ask others, my pretty, almost cousin."
Hermione has to cover her mouth to hide her smile.
"I see him. Why is he revealing himself to you?" Hagrid asks. The answer is an angry buzzing,
Hagrid smiles, "The wee bit thinks I'm nosy. Hmm, he looked like Lucas. Neither your mother nor your uncle liked brooms. I read about your family; who knows." More angry buzzing can be heard, so they say goodbye.
She tells Neville she will see him after dinner, and he agrees. "I cannot wait to be alone with you." Neville kisses her wrist. "So much time wasted; I am so sorry." They have no time to be alone because Ephraim and a few more walk near them. They must have been waiting. It seems Neville is also a hero; by the time they are inside, they are all walking together. Ephraim holds Hermione's hand; he calls her cousin every time he has a chance, while all the fans ask their questions. Neville winks at Hermione, liking the admiration of the young ones.
Dinner Time-
At the restaurant, they sit in a private room to eat. Hermione is surprised to find Greg's parents. They are there but only for a drink. They wanted to greet her and to give her support; Greg owl them. They said Greg will stay away from Draco.
She notices how much Lucas and Francois Goyle look alike. Francois' French mother, was first cousins with Hermione's grandfather; she was a L'clej. It explains why Greg had not made the connection. Again, she wants Luna to see her uncle; she guesses Lucas looks as good as Francois. Luna said she wouldn't mind an older husband.
When they leave, Hermione tells them about Neville. Her grandfather wants her to wait until she finishes her University studies, which is what Hermione wanted to tell Neville. "What about Sirius?"
"Darling," her grandfather pulls the magic wand, and with the wand and his hand, he creates a wall around them. "We, the L'Clej, and a few more families, are not quite what you see. Dumbledore knew about us, but we denied it. I think Tom also knew. None of us like the brooms, most of us will not go up on one. Wallburga was a little like us, but enough that Sirius is alive. We know because of Lucas." He tells her a few more things.
He stands and in his place is someone looking like a large version of the fairy, younger. Lucas also stands and turns around. They have wings. "Is this a glamour?" Hermione asks.
"No, your mother must have changed you. Your grandmother is mostly like us. But your mother is, hence you are. Females of a female like us are always like us. That is why you are afraid to fly a broom. Females are rare. That was why Bella tied Lucas and your mother, not to allow their change. It was the same during the rape. We will ask your mother. As for Sirius and Regulus, they can not be easily killed, and those inside the veil are related to us. Maybe he is a prisoner, but alive. Lucas show her."
Lucas pulls a small mirror, she sees a younger Sirius, "My sweet witch how is Harry? When is the wedding?" And tells her where she can find him and how to do it. Then, he is no longer there. She dries her tears, Harry is a sore point; she doesn't like to think about it. The rejection still hurts.
"That was him? He looks much younger." She is about to say, "and hot," but holds that comment off.
"Yes, he is alive, but we are not sure where. He said someone's love kept him safe; it was yours. Regulus is probably a prisoner, or hiding."
Hermione is happy. "But Harry is fighting with me. I used to be in love with him, but," she tells them. They purse their lips, "Young fools, they will regret it."
Hermione blinks a few times, she doesn't want to cry more.
"But Wallburga's portrait hates me. She won't help."
"I can bet it is not really her, but the painter made her so. She hated Muggles but would have known who you were. We have a portrait of hers, and she is not hateful. Before we go any further, something must change, you cannot remain in Hogwarts without someone to protect you. You were nearly killed earlier. Don't be upset, but Minerva sent an Owl. She is afraid of someone hurting you." Her grandfather takes a stance.
Hermione is upset, "No and no, I can take care of myself."
A masculine voice says, "I am keeping watch; she will be safe. We will make sure." Hermione looks around, nobody is there.
Lucas grins, "I see. The hidden ones are keeping watch. It is rare, unheard off." He waggles his eyebrows; he reminds her of Sirius.
"Who are they?" Hermione asks, remembering the loving hands, like a lover's.
"The ones who decided a simple life after the first wars. We know who they are and respect their wishes. There is nothing simple about them; gardening is just their hobby. Your Lestrange grandmother is one of the few who has seen them and seen how they live. She knows about them, someone married to her husbands uncles gave the hive to her. We will tell you more later. But nothing is perfect." Her grandfather explains.
"The bees? The small fairies? But they are so small." Hermione argues, and hears buzzing, laughter.
"Not small; they are small by choice. Have you seen one?" Lucas asks.
"Ahem, yes, I have." She rolls her eyes up to show them the bee, with her at all times. The relatives look and see a bee on top of Hermione's hair. And for a second, they see the small fairy.
Sounds of wonderment and admiration fill the room. "You are honored. How do you have one? We have never seen them. Sybille said she saw one or two a couple times."
She explains to them her grandmother sent them to Neville, and what happened since.
"I hope your friend knows they will only stay with him if you do the same. I think Sybille is clever. She wanted you to be protected, and she knows you would have turned her down." The grandfather chuckles.
"Aye!" They hear, followed by laughter, not a small laughter, a masculine one. "No need for more guards; she is safe."
"We are sure and at ease. Unfortunately, like all of us, we can be injured unless we can transform. Make sure they have a proper home. It is important; no one can hurt them inside one." The grandfather explains, while they all keep their eyes on the bee, hoping to see the fairy, not a chance.
"They are the equivalents of Purebloods. Seldom they mix; we think there home is elsewhere, and they like it here. Darling, have you seen him more than once?" Her grandfather wants to know.
"Several times," Hermione is not impressed.
Her family is impressed, "Oh! I hope they keep Malfoy's son away from you. You are fortunate." Lucas says.
"The angry blond will forfeit his life if it tries to mortally injure her." The voice is masculine and hard.
It is time to say goodnight, Hermione will Apparate back to Hogwarts, but her uncle is uneasy, "I will feel better if I take you back. Minerva wants to talk to me about a job."
At Hogwarts
Minerva is waiting at Gryffindor. Lucas is glad to see her. Ginny, Luna, and other witches stare at Lucas. Neville walks to her, and is introduced. Her friends do the same. Lucas is amused with Luna's flirting. She is being forward, and Ginny is not far "Hermione, is late, but may we talk privately for a few minutes, with your uncle as a well."
They apparate at Minerva's office, "Mr. Malfoy asks to talk to you. He is angry with Draco, and more than a little concerned. He talked to Greg and is waiting."
Lucas nods, "I used to like him."
Lucius is dressed like a Muggle. A tailored dragon hide jacket, dark trousers and boots. His hair is tied. He is a beautiful, Hermione thinks.
Hermione looks at him and recoils; he is married, she sees his wedding ring.
"I am so very sorry, about your loss, ours." Lucas squeezes his upper arm.
"A handsome devil, you have grown much," the wizards laugh.
"Draco made an ugly revelation, and I wanted to know if your mother told you anything. I understand you talked to Hagrid. You need to know, you are my heir. No question about it; I was married, and I told my father so."
Hermione refuses the offer, "You shouldn't, Draco loves you, he is your child."
"He said he is glad Bella killed my babies. I found out just yesterday." His eyes cloud with tears. "My poor Eddie, tortured and my babies dead, a tiny Malfoy witch, and a tiny Malfoy wizard; Draco told me with great glee. I hurt my love, Rodolphus was right; I was irresponsible. He nearly beat me to death, no wands, and I deserved it.
"Babies?" Hermione's bottom lip trembles.
"Yes, I won't repeat all that Draco said." Tears roll down Lucius and also Lucas's eyesh . It is a sad moment.
Bees start buzzing angrily, like in more than one. "Something awful happened that day. I don't want Rodolphus to be with Narcissa. I believe Hagrid knows; come with me to see him and tell him we must know. I want your forgiveness. I thought you were my Eddie's child; but Narcissa said it was not possible. She said you were a Muggle. Severus searched and didn't find otherwise. Something else should know, because of the Malfoy Magic you are my child too. Have your core tested, let's call Minerva."
Minerva comes, when she comes and is asked, she hesitates, "Yes, some of your core is Malfoy, Albus knew it. Why did he hide it? I would say because he wanted your magic. As to why you were chosen for Gryffindor, I think Albus made it possible." She shakes her head, dissapointed.
"So, you see, any child of Eddie's is also mine. Say a seed of mine was added to your making by Magic. You are also my child, born before Draco, so, you are the heir. The problem is that Narcissa shouldn't have been able to have my baby, because I was already married. Draco is a Malfoy, no question, but how is he my son? It would only be possible thru the darkest of magic. What did Hagrid tell you? He won't reveal it to me, neither will Narcissa nor Eddie. Hagrid saw something; he must have and must tell me. I will disown Narcissa and will find out. Draco will have plenty. As for Narcissa, she can have enough and that is it." Lucius ascertains.
Lucas is wise, "Lucius, let it go. I agree, I will talk to Hagrid. Narcissa knew, I remember she took Eddie and me for a walk. Next thing, I am tied in a cave, though I prefer to forget it, a second ago, I suddenly remembered. I think coming here erased whatever charm the Black sisters used. Narcissa told me she was sorry, but Lucius was for her; she said Lucius was richer. Rodolphus was for Bella, and Tom Riddle wanted the Malfoy fortune. She also said something else about Bella, not sure what. Let it go, both Draco and Hermione can be your heirs. Maybe Draco is cursed, have him checked; it isn't his fault. But I agree, keep Narcissa away from my niece. I will talk to the Lestrange."
Hermione goes to Lucius and begs him to agree. Though she says that she would prefer if Draco were checked because she doesn't trust him. Impulsively, she hugs Lucius whose eyes close in bliss. Lucas sees how a stream of light goes around them. Hermione feels different around him; as for Lucius, he seems younger. "My child, you are a Malfoy. I guess Rodolphus and Rabastan will have to share. Hmm, I can imagine you will have a long list of suitors, but there is time."
Hermione is wise and doesn't talk about Neville. She only hopes she will not have an army of people protecting her.
That night, she sits with Neville and tells him she will marry him, but she must finish University first. They kiss, but something separates them. They hear a masculine voice. "No more touching until you are married. She will be yours for your mortal life, but, never mind, best you forget this."
Neville blinks, looking at the bee in her hair. "I swear I saw a male fairy, but I only see a bee. Never mind, I don't care. I am not sure why but I feel jealous. Should I?"
Hermione says, "Of a tiny fairy?" Is best not to alert him, and is sure of her decision when she hears a whisper. "Say nothing, it is best." Hermione agrees.
They both laugh as they walk, not seeing Draco folowing them. There is no need to worry because Lucas is behind Draco. He is hiding in a shroud. He stayed as Minerva's guest after accepting the job offered. He touches Draco with his wand to pull a dark string out of his chest, and Draco goes down. When Lucas sees what it is, he cries. It is a tiny shriveled wing, a baby's. He knows the magic used to make sure Draco was born and starts sobbing, but he promised to tell Lucius. Now, he wants to hurt Narcissa. Angry buzzing surrounds them.
Draco wakes up, he is in bed. Now, he has permanent watchers. As for Narcissa, she receives night visitors. They scare so much, that she tells Lucius that she is going far away and please forgive her. Lucius true to his word sets a home for her far away and a vault with enough to live a good life; but he promises she will die if he ever sees her again. She didn't know what Bella was going to do, and it wasn't her fault; she answers.
He cries for his babies that Hagrid put away in small boxes, in stasis. They go to pick them up, and Hagrid cries with them, apologizing for finding Edwina too late. Lucas cries with Lucius but forbids him from looking inside. They bury the babies in the Malfoy plot, and see two tiny fairy babies turning into light. Lucius blinks, he had no idea. "My babies; I will time travel and kill the Black sisters."
"No, your babies will be back, as your children or Hermione's. Such is our way, they were released tonight after I dealt with Draco. If you commit violence over them, you might close their passage. Let's go and bring Eddie, she has the right to know." Lucas says, and Lucius nods. Lucas hopes Narcissa goes away very far because he cannot vouch for his father.
In the morning, Hermione wakes up and sees several fairies sitting on the bed, looking at her. She grins when they touch her with small wands. She feels different, they fly, and she follows them, for a second. She realizes, she has wings. "Will yourself back to look mortal." The usual masculine voice tells her, just in time since Luna is knocking.
"Wake up and tell me all about your uncle." Luna demands.
Ginny who is following agrees, "Do tell. Luna don't assume you are the only one who wouldn't mind an older wizard. After all, I am also looking, and Hermione is also my friend. My grandmother was twenty six years younger than my grandfather.
Hermione smiles, when they point at the bees standing on top of her head. "Your bees."
"My friends." She knows, waiting for her new life to unfold; she has no idea what will happen, but she knows she loves Neville, and she has a family that loves her.
The end
A/n I loved this story, but it seems nobody else did. So I will continue.