Retribution II

Part 3

It was the forth day of January in the year of our lord 2026, the weather in Nova Scotia was very cold (as it normally was this time of year) but Daniel had become accustomed to it.  As he looked around him nervously he did not notice anything out of the ordinary, nor did it seem like anyone was following him.  The forty-six year old man adjusted the hood covering his brown hair and sped up his pace.  He was in a hurry to get home, a home that was the only sanctuary he had.

Arriving fifteen minutes later Daniel Morgan removed his heavy coat, kicked off his boots and took in the warmth of his rather meager home.  While it was not was not as extravagant (by any means) like the home he grew up in it was his.  He'd worked very hard for it and felt a small amount of pride having done it all on his own.

"Hello luv."  Patricia, Daniel's auburn haired wife, stated and gave her love a kiss.

"Hello.  Where's Lucas?" Daniel inquired.

"He had to stay after school and finish a project.  He should be home soon."  Patricia replied as she set the table for dinner.

Daniel sat down on the couch and began to relax.  He and his wife were usually tightly wound, worrying about the littlest of things, until everyone was home and they'd had a chance to relax.  Lucas, their only child, was eleven years old and were things different would be living in luxury and schooled by the best wizards and witches his parent's could hire till he'd left for school.  Instead he'd grown up not knowing of the world that his ancestors were apart of, nor was he even aware that his family name, much less his parent's names, were not their own.

The door opened as Daniel was reminiscing about the past and in walked his son, smile on his face followed by two people.  They knew the first as their neighbor, Angela, whose daughter was Lucas' close childhood friend and project partner.  The other was obscured and if Daniel hadn't known better, seemed invisible to Angela and Lucas.  After Angela said her goodbyes and shut the door to the Morgan family home this did seem to be the case.  Daniel instructed his son to go clean up while he helped his mother with dinner.  Daniel trotted off and when the door closed Daniel drew his long dormant wand from his wrist strap and pointed it at the person.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"  Daniel asked the figure.

"Calm yourself."  The cool feminine voice stated in a hauntingly familiar tone.

"Mother?"  Daniel inquired, not sure if he should dare hope that she was in fact his mum.

Removing the hood Narcisa Malfoy, still looking as youthful as the day Draco saw her a decade ago, gazed upon her wayward disguised son.

Patricia had just entered the dining area and immediately dropped the side dish she'd prepared for her family.

"Hello Pansy.  You look well…" Narcissa commented, "Given your current state that is."

Lucas, hearing the crash of the dish on the floor ran to see what was the matter and was taken aback by the scene in front of him.  His father stood holding what looked like a magician's magic wand at an unknown, yet radiant beauty of a woman, and his mother was behind his father looking as if they'd seen a ghost.

"And this must be my Grandson."  Narcissa commented upon seeing Lucas enter the room.

"Dad?"  Lucas asked not knowing what to make of the woman's comment.

Draco Malfoy, an identity that Daniel Morgan had not dared to think of, immediately dropped his wand into his pocket, crossed the room and embraced his mother.  Narcissa patted her son's back and just let him get his bearings.

"Pansy dear, you should get your wand, we need to be leaving."

"Leaving?"  Pansy repeated.

"He's coming."  Narcissa stated to her family.  "I don't know how he found you… but he's coming to get you."

"Who's coming to get us?" Lucas asked.

Pansy didn't answer her son.  She simply ran to her bedroom, removed her wand from its stored place, and returned to the living room of their home.

"How did you find out he was coming here… much less know where we were?"  Draco suspiciously inquired.

"I've always known Draco.  I could do nothing to help you since any aid I might have given might have led them directly to you.  As for how I found you… it's simple.  Pansy's ring."  Narcissa stated.  "I gave you that ring to give to her the day you fled prosecution.  It contains a tracking spell that only a Malfoy could activate, since only we would know what was charmed to be tracked."

"You are indeed my mother."  Draco stated proudly.

"Yes son, no polyjuiced Potter here."  Narcissa smugly stated. "I have several associates who while not member's of the dark lords order still believe in purity of blood.  They told me that Potter had your location and was preparing to bring you in.  This is something I could not allow."

"You have my thanks mother."  Draco stated.

"Ummm… hi."  Lucas said to the woman who he'd guessed was really his Grandmother.

"Hello.  What is your son's name Draco?"

"Ummm dad… why does she call you Draco? Doesn't it mean Dragon?"  Lucas inquired.

"His name is Lucas mother, a derivative of Lucius.  I dared not name him after father because Potter no doubt has every government searching for us and it would show up on their blasted computer network."

"Yes… still, Lucas is a fine name for a Malfoy."  Narcissa commented as she looked up on her grandson.  She noted that had his parent's not been forced to wear disguises that he as be a mirror image of his father at that age.  The only difference was that her grandson had his mother's eyes.  Still, Pansy Malfoy, despite the life the two Malfoys were forced to lead, was exactly the kind of woman she'd envisioned for her son.

"Son, we don't have time to explain… let's just say that your mother and I have a lot to tell you, and you have a legacy to uphold… a proud Malfoy Legacy."

"Not bloody likely."  A voice bellowed from behind the Malfoys.

Twelve years had passed since Draco had last heard the voice that addressed him and his family.  Draco was hoping never to hear it again but such was not to be.

"Hello Potter."  Draco said in his classic Malfoy tone.

Pansy had since returned to the living room and had her wand pointed at the wizard, as was her mother-in-law.  Draco however stood between the two women and their target and instructed them to lower their wands with a gesture of his right hand.

"So you've finally tracked me down… I honestly thought you'd have been here years ago Potty… you must be slipping."

"Not really Draco.  I've known where you were the entire time you've been on the run."

"Impossible."

"No.  Improbably maybe… but not impossible."  Harry said nonchalantly as he looked about the Malfoy's residence.

"Must've been really hard to afford such a nice place on such meager wages as you were forced to take."  Harry added.

"You know nothing of what I've endured while avoiding you Potter."

Harry laughed and withdrew a large envelope from his cloak.  He tossed the sealed envelope to Draco and turned his back to the man as he continued to take in his adversary's surroundings.

"Where did you get these?"  Pansy asked as she and her husband flipped through the files and photos.  They were pictures of various points of the Malfoys lives.  Pictures that in some cases would have required the photographer to be within arms reach of the subject.

"They were taken by various people that I employ… some even by me."  Harry informed the Malfoys.

"You've been following us for twelve years?"  Draco said staring at his foe.

"More like keeping tabs on you."  Harry retorted in a carefree tone of voice.

"Why?"  Draco inquired.

"Because I wanted to watch you suffer, as you made me and mine suffer.  I figured killing you would be to swift a punishment. Since there are no more dementors I figured that the best way to properly punish you would be to turn you into the thing you hated more than muggle borns…"

Narcissa was about to inquire what that might be but her daughter-in-law answered for her.

"Muggles."

Harry simply nodded is head.  "By placing trackers on their wands they knew that I could find them if they used them.  Olivander wouldn't sell them a new one and they couldn't risk buying one from an unreputable wand maker for fear of the wand exploding on them upon use.  With all of the major wand makers under surveillance… and they were, Draco and Pansy would be forced to live as the thing they despised the most.  Non magic folks."

Draco was on the verge of tears, he was so mad.  His life till recently was built upon the knowledge that his greatest adversary was hunting him down like a rabid animal.  Many a night during the first few years Draco lost a great deal of sleep worrying if someone was coming to break down his door and take him away.  Now… now he knew the truth… he knew that the great Harry Potter had only considered him a loose end.  A pet project if you will.

Draco lunged at the man whom he hated more than anyone else in the world only to have that very world suddenly go black.

A/N:  Well I finally got around to writing the last 2 parts of this story.  I figured out a rather fun way to end it and I hope you will enjoy it.  The next part will be much longer but I wanted to set up here the finale to this part of Retribution.

DST