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Findings
The ministry officials left looking politely sympathetic, towards the lost
pair. For what felt like eons, two Ministry representatives had sat with a
tearful Hermione and a misplaced Draco, asking questions, gathering
information, and giving a vague attempt at comfort to the obviously distraught
couple.
Over and over Draco had to
re-live his son's kidnapping, over and over until Gary, the younger of the two Officials,
and clearly the smarter one of the two, suggestively pulled out a corked bottle
of pensive. Pouring the silvery liquid into his now empty coffee mug, Gary
instructed Malfoy to place his memory of the 'event' in the pensive.
Now instead of Draco being the
only one to replay the incident over in his mind, the display was open to all
in the room, a public viewing, show and tell!
To Hermione it was like
watching a home movie, a home movie she wanted to burn and erase from
existence, never to plague her again. It was conformation, watching her son
being kidnapped by his own grandfather was pure agony. Gary and his partner had
insisted on watching Draco's memory three times. Each time they would say, "We
know this is painful but it will help us more with our investigation if we know
the situation from a clearer view point!"
Draco had tried to comfort
Hermione, he longed to hold her close to him and let her hurt and distress
swarm onto his being to consume him instead of watching her suffer, but every
time he even tried to take her hand, or touch her shoulder, or comfort her in
any way shape or form, she would ebb away.
When the Ministry officials
finally left, Draco turned to find Hermione walking soberly up the stairs. A
girl once bright, optimistic and full of energy and courage in the face of
danger now reduced to pain so deep and an existence so empty. She didn't have
to energy to cry. All the strength she could muster carried her up the stairs
to her lonely room.
When she had been in Hogwarts with Harry and Ron, fighting the bad guy,
triumphing over evil, rescuing the innocent... Well it was easy; it almost
became child's play. They would be like the detectives on TV. They would find a
clue; dismiss it because it didn't seem relevant, only to later find out it was
the key to the whole mystery.
Hermione had been smart then.
She was the brains, Ron was the boy who had the dumb ideas that nearly always turned
out to become pure brilliance, but more than not, was actually pure stupidity,
and Harry, well Harry was the hero, the poster face, the bronze, the one who
everyone looked up to.
Hogwarts days were simpler, sure every year a bigger and more deadly threat
aroused, but they were simple and contained, they were easy battles. Fighting
basilisks, werewolves, ministry officials, evil demon teachers and the Dark
Lord, it was as easy as pie.
Losing your only child....that was....that is HARD.
The greatest battles are thought in the mind. But for Hermione, her mind and
heart were dying; they were fast loosing the meaning of living. Her son, her
baby, the reason for her living, her joy, her own flesh and blood, taken, had
been taken from her, taken from her by his father's father.
It was worse then him being dead. If Eli was dead then her pain, though indeed
being great, would in time pass as she grieved. The knowledge that her son
would be at peace, and in no pain, would at least bring comfort to her mind. But
Eli was not dead, he was alive. Alive and in who knows what danger.
Lucius Malfoy had been kissed by a Dementor; by all accounts this should have
left him soul-less, and lost within himself. But
Lucius Malfoy was a soul-less creature before the kiss, what more could
possible be removed?
The bathroom mirror was as cruel as Draco's memories. Not only did it show the
face of a failed father, but the face of his own father. Draco had always
strongly resembled his father, the same pointed nose, the same piercingly cold
grey eyes, the same white blond hair, and the same, cruel pale thin lips. The
mirror seemed to be judging Draco, silently hissing his failures to him, as he
stood staring unwillingly into its depths, unable to turn away. 'You're a
failure. Your son would be home safe with his mother if it wasn't for you.
Hermione would have a normal life, the world would be
better of if you had been killed at birth. You're not even worthy to carry the
name you were blesses with, MALFOY. You're a low life, worthless, rotting
garbage, unloved, undesired, unneeded, un..."
The mirror now lay in a hundred jewelled peaces upon the bathrooms titled
floor.
A
KISS DISMISSED By Reporter, Fezalina Musroam.
Only last night, Ministry Officials where called out to the home of the-boy-
who-lived, Harry James Potter. That evening Potter had been in the company of
his old school nemesis, Draco Malfoy, (lead singer and guitarist of popular
music band Threx). "My wife Ginny Potter (daughter of
ministry worker Arthur Weasly) and, Draco's fiancée,
Hermione Granger (ex wife of international Quidditch
star, Victor Krum), where both out in Diagon Ally for
a 'girls day out' shopping" The Potters daughter Lilly Potter II, named after
Harry Potters heroic mother, who died to save him from the Dark Lords attack,
and Eli Granger, the son of Draco Malfoy and Miss Hermione Granger, where under
the two men's care, that afternoon, when, we at the Daily Prophet, can
exclusively reveal, that the men and their Children where attacked, by none
other than Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy. Kidnapping his own grandson, leaving
the Potters mouths old child behind stupefied.
Healers at St. Mungos say that Lily is in no danger, although the spell used
upon her was strong, and she should regain consciousness any day now.
Lucius Malfoy, struck the two unsuspecting men, before apperating to an unknown
location, in which Ministry of Magic officials are now searching for.
Lucius Malfoy, was administrated the Dementor's kiss,
over four years ago, on September 27th, at 6:30pm, the day before his own grandson
was born. As the magical community is aware, once administrate with the Dementor's Kiss, a person's soul is then forcedly removed
through their mouth, thus leaving them, empty and soulless.
Nothing more then a shell!
Thus should leave them incapable of any serious, if an, actions
However recent data has been brought forwards to the ministry, suggesting that
Lucius Malfoy may have not even received the Dementor's
kiss...
Harry threw down the paper
angrily. His work colleges stared timidly. They had all been listing intensely
to Fezalina Musroam's news article, as Potter had read it aloud. Harry's fists
were clenched tight into balls of fury, if it had been possible they would have
been alight with searing fire. The intern nearest to him edged his seat back,
in the fear that Potter really would lose it.
Potter's supervisor, a man
around Harry's own height, with medium brown slick hair and a pointed face, in
Harry's opinion the brunette version of Malfoy, minus the attitude,
Charles Fowl stood, composed,
arms folded across his chest, watching his team like a stern, yet relaxed
mother hen.
His face was calm and expressionless. His team members knew he wasn't the kind
of wizard to get emotional about his job, unlike Harry who burned with passion
with every case, this one in particular
With a long sigh he unfolded
his arms, placing his hands in his pockets, standing tall and strong above the
rest of his team, who all turned to look at him, their eyes glued upon him as
though he where Merlin himself "Well Potter's delivered us with the bad news.
Malfoy was never administrated the Dementors kiss." He said factually.
"But..!" Interrupted a man to Fowl's left, who suddenly became nervous when
Fowl's gaze turned to him, "b...but I was there, with Harry, we both saw the
Dementor kiss him, we saw it, even Malfoy's kid saw it."
Harry nodded in agreement, teeth gritted, "Yeah no mistaking we saw it." Harry
added, fraught, running his fingers through his already messy raven black hair.
Fowl nodded to them both, "I
know, Potter, Mavis, I have read the report," he commented exhaustedly "the
numerous reports, all witnesses, reports and the ministry officials that were
present all say the same thing! That Malfoy did receive the kiss."
"Then why is Musroam reporting he didn't? Why my
daughter was almost killed? Why was Hermione's son kidnapped? How in Merlin's
name is this possible?" Harry yelled, slamming his fists upon the desk. A small
crack appeared in the table's smooth oak surface. The whole team, a good six
Wizards, turned to face Harry, whose steaming face was glaring unnecessarily at
Fowl.
Fowl, however was unfazed, by
Harry's outburst. "Potter; I realise how personal this case is too you." Harry
opened his mouth, to say just how damn personal this was but was silenced by a
mere look from his superior, "That is why I asked you were to be taken off this
case, unfortunately" Fowl gave an irritated sigh and continued, "Your record
gives you an outstanding reason to stay on this case, you seem to have a knack
at solving mysteries when they reach there peek danger point. However I'm
ordering you to keep your temper under control."
Bowing his head, Harry lowered his head, and sat reluctantly down on his chair.
His daughter had been hexed, she was just a baby. She could have been seriously
injured, or worse killed. Babies weren't strong against magic, 'She has her
mother's strength' Harry reassured himself 'she has her mother's strength'. But
there was no way Harry would sit by and let Lucius Malfoy walk freely or even
clocked for that matter, in society. He would find Malfoy; he would find him
and kill him.
Eli was in danger, Hermione's son, Harry's best friends son, was who knows
where, under who knows what conditions at the hand of his own grandfather's
evil and blackened soul. A soul that he was supposed to have been ridded of
four years ago!
This couldn't be happening. It was just not true.
Fowl was right. In Hogwarts Harry had always managed to prevent the danger,
just before it reached its peek, before things got out of hand? Before someone
died? But...He hadn't been able to save Sirius. Sirius had died through Harry's
own stupidity. Had died saving Harry... Eli wasn't going to die, Harry would
die himself before that happened, Sirius had died protecting his best friends
son, Harry would return the favour, and die saving Hermione's son.
"Professor? What are you doing here?"
"I have information for you, may I come in?" Obediently Draco stood aside, his
mouth open wide, in an unsuitable gawp. Black cloak billowing, like bat wings
behind him, Professor Severus Snape,
potions master and Head of Slytherin house, at
Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stepped calmly into
Malfoy's hallway as though he had done this act a thousand times over!
To Draco, Snape hadn't changed, he was still the
intimidating potions master, the man Draco had always respected and looked up
to, as model figure. In a somewhat childish sense, Snape
was the man Draco had always wanted to be when he grew up. Before he had fallen
under Hermione's spell, of course.
"Can I get you anything to drink Professor?" Draco asked still starring. The
door was still held open, forgotten, in his hand.
"Its Snape, Draco, and no thank you." Snape said coolly, "and do shut that door, you shall let in
a draft." Like a well trained dog, Draco obeyed and shut the door. Snape gave a small smirk. "Is Hermione home?" he asked,
still with his cool composure.
Nodding Draco gestured upstairs, still looking bewildered. What was Snape doing here?
Hermione was in Eli's room. She had barley left that room since the ministry
officials had left. She was currently sat curled in a corner of Eli's room,
clutching her sons, dragon teddy! Which had gone and concealed itself back
inside the soft plushie egg as it was held tight
within the desperate woman's clutch. "Would you please call her down?" Snape asked, running his long fingers through his ever
greasy fringe, which still flopped into his beetle like eyes.
"Er...I don't..." Draco began to protest, but Snape cut across him, as though Draco was still a
disobedient, troublesome school boy.
"Miss Granger, would you please come down this instant!" Snape
called up the stairs, his voice now sharp and impatient. Draco gawped. What in
Merlin's name did Snape want? The old potions master
hadn't explained a thing since he arrived. Draco knew it had to be something
important. Snape didn't pop round just for tea and
biscuits.
Hermione appeared pink faced, at the top of the stairs. She looked weak. Her
hair was frizzy and unkempt, much like in her Hogwarts days. She wore the same
clothes as the day Eli was kidnapped. The dragon teddy was clutched in her
arms, still hidden in the egg. Her eyes and nose were red, blotchy, looking
almost swollen. Dry tears fell down her pinked cheeks, as she stood staring
down at the two men, looking both tired and confused.
"Hermione?"
"Ah. Miss Granger!"
"Professor Snape? Draco?"
Snape gave a frustrated sigh, his cool composure had
completely dried off now, and his expression had been re-painted itself to
become serious and stern. "I have come to discuss a matter of great importance
with you both," he said, each word sound more urgent than the one it had
succeeded, "about your son, and Malfoy senior." Draco's gaze, snapped back to Snape, Hermione ran down the stairs and stared up into Snape's unusually desperate face.
"What is it Professor?" she asked, voice positively full of urgent desperation.
Snape continued, but his beetle eyes were fixed on
Draco, with a strange glint of sorrow and pity, that neither ex-student had
ever seen before. "I know how your father escaped, Draco!"
The Missed Kiss By Reporter, Fezalina Musroam.
Lucius Malfoy sentenced to the Dementor's Kiss, on
September 27th at 6:30pm, had never in fact received the
kiss. Reports from the Ministry of Magic, tell us that the Dementor, supposed
to administer the kiss was in fact the last remaining Dementor in England. The Dementor, in question, was
still acting under that of the, now defeated, Dark Lord's orders. Believing
that he-who-must-not-be-named, was still alive, the Dementor did not eliminate
the soul of Malfoy, in the hope, that the man would be able to escape and
resurrect the Dark Lord...
"I can hardly believe it!"
"You can hardly believe it?"
"I want that Dementor destroyed!"
"Yes Minister, right away."
"And I want Malfoy found, send the best, order a pardon for the use of any
means necessary to have Malfoy brought in, dead or alive!"
"Yes Minister, right away...Dead or alive!"
A/N
Phew I got the chapter back, thnx to Jen from Rockingham (south of Perth), Western Australia. Cheers Hun, you saved me big style.
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