Harry Potter and the True Muggles
By Trephinia Cealyn
Chapter 13 | The Locket
"Thomas," Harry said shortly, "I want an answer. What did you do?"
Tom looked at the floor, "My name's Tom."
Harry sighed, "I'm not trying to reprimand you… it's just, you didn't have a wand… and well how?!"
"I just did it okay!" Tom yelled, "I didn't think about it. If you really want to know I'll tell you what went through my mind. 'Dad-falling-help.' That's it!"
"Tom, that's," Harry scratched his head, "I know why you did it, but how did you do it!"
"I'm tired." Tom said shortly. "I'm going to bed." He stood up and opened the door, "Next time I'll let you fall if it's that big of a problem." He slammed the door.
Flute pressed herself against the wall and slowed down her breathing. Tom swept past her unknowingly. Harry just missed her foot. Flute sighed with relief.
"Eavesdropping isn't very lady like Miss Malfoy." Hermione said with a grin from the kitchen, "What are you doing up this early?"
Flute walked into the kitchen slowly and dropped herself into a chair, "Did you know my mother?"
Hermoine who had been fixing herself a sandwich stopped and set the peanut butter covered knife on the counter.
"Did you?" Flute pressed staring fixedly at Hermione's back.
Hermione turned around slowly and sat across from Flute, "How much has Draco told you?"
"I don't even know her name." Flute stared at her feet and a tear slid down her cheek, "What was her name?"
Hermione stood up and walked out of the room, she returned with a picture frame. "Her name was Ginny Weasley." She handed Flute the picture of a smiling laughing Ginny who pushed Draco playfully out of the picture.
"She's so pretty." Flute whispered.
Hermione sat back down and nibbled on her fingernails in nervousness.
"Tell me more about her." Flute said.
Hermione looked up at her, "I-I can't." She looked away, "Draco should tell you, I mean after all you are his daughter… I shouldn't be doing this… she shouldn't have died!" Hermione shouted angrily.
"How did she die?" Flute pressed for more information.
Hermione leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, "She was murdered, by one of Voldemort's people."
"Why doesn't father talk about her?" Flute asked her eyes downcast staring at the picture.
"Well, this is my theory… he loved Ginny more than anything and when she died it almost killed him. He started to convince himself she never existed, or maybe that he didn't love her." Hermione rambled on, "I remember when they brought Talon and you into see him. He was chained to a wall stark raving mad. As soon as he saw your face he screamed."
"Why?"
"You remind him of her, you look just like her minus the fiery red hair."
The picture dropped out of Flute's hands and landed on the floor. The glass shattered but Flute had already ran up the stairs and lay sobbing into her pillow.
Hermione brushed the glass fragments off the picture and followed Flute up the stairs. She sat beside the crying girl and pulled her into a hug, "Do you want this picture?" Flute nodded and shoved the picture into her back pocket. Hermione stayed with her as she cried herself to sleep and by that time it was morning.
"Is Flute awake?" Tom said flinging open the door.
Hermione pushed him out gently, "She's very tired now Tom."
"Her dad's here and he's very angry!" Kalten said skidding to a stop behind Tom.
"Draco? Here?!" Hermione ran down the steps.
Draco spotted her and his eyes lit with an angry fire, "Send your son to kidnap my daughter eh Hermione? Three children aren't enough for you! Have to take the only memory I have of her!"
"Draco calm down." Hermione said soothingly, "We didn't…"
"I will NOT calm down!" Draco raged. Harry walked in calmly from the living room.
"We didn't kidnap Flute Draco and you know it." Harry said sternly, "If we did we would have taken both of them not just Flute."
"Where is she?" Draco fumed, "I'm taking her home."
"I'm sorry," Flute said tumbling down the stairs with her bags, "I'm ever so sorry…" she said to Hermione and Harry, "Come on Father."
"Keep your children away from mine Potter!" Draco yelled at the Boy who Lived. Flute stopped dead in her tracks and stared at Draco in horror.
"But…" Flute turned her head towards Tom.
Draco followed her gaze and sneered at the boy. He hoisted a paralyzed Flute over his shoulder and threw Flu Powder onto the flames. "Malfoy Mansion."
"Bye," Flute whispered. Draco stepped into the living room of his house and set Flute into a chair.
"How dare you disobey me?" Draco said in a dangerously quiet voice.
Flute stared at the fire in disbelief, "No more Tom." She whispered.
"What was that child?" Draco asked.
Flute shifted her gaze into his face, "I have a name!" She shouted.
"You are not worthy of it." Draco yelled back. "I should have left you with Harry and your little friend."
"Harry's worth ten times as much as you are Father." Flute spat and the realization of what she just said sunk in. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry."
"Get out!" Draco shouted, "GET OUT!"
"I'm sorry…"
"Get out before I do something I'll regret." He said raising his hand.
Flute ran from the room in shock. She pulled the picture and the locket out of her bag. She held the picture over the locket and it shrunk. On one side Tom, on the other her mother.