Disclosure Hp belongs to JKR. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
REVELATIONS
It is all clearer, at least to Lucius. He now understands why he was forced to witness Draco and Hermione that night after the battle. He quickly relives the night he cannot forget.
After the Battle, memory lane walk- Lucius
He is walking away with Narcissa, and his consciousness fades. He looks around, somewhat confused. He now stands by the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He can hear eerie chants, many voices singing to drums and wind instruments, while light of all sorts flickers and floats around. Lucius is certain that he is hallucinating and tries to move. He cannot. Moreover, he is stuck to the ground where he stands. He is being kept prisoner, frozen in place, and unable to move a muscle. His face is now pointed straight at two naked players. To his extreme distress, he recognizes them.
What he sees fills him with dread. It makes him believe that Draco is forcing the young witch. No, not the one whose heart is true and innocent. What to do? He desperately tries to conjure a spell to free himself, but he cannot, so he screams, "Draco, son, no, stop. Don't! Stop, STOP!"
He could not hear his voice because he didn't scream any words. He is powerless to intervene; his muscles are still frozen in place.
He is made to watch his son; he can see when Draco forces his sex into her. No, he doesn't want to see this. He is neither a voyeur, nor does he wants to witness his son's transgressions. Tears obscure his vision as bile goes up his throat. He can interpret her body language, she is trying to get away from the pain. He hears the hint of wonder in Draco's voice, implying the witch was a virgin.
His son, the thief, who has stolen her groom's gift. Lucius mouth tastes of vomit, a Malfoy is honorable. While, he might be ruthless, he doesn't take what isn't freely given to him.
Soon, something changes, the pair is now in the throes of passion, and to his disgust, he is heavily aroused. He guessed that all his muscles must not be frozen in place. He thinks with a bit of wry humor.
He begs, mentally, to be granted a mercy, permission to close his eyes. Not a chance, he is in for the entire show. Regardless of his objections, he is being forced to watch. Gratefully, he cannot really see much of the naked witch's body. Thank the gods since it is already bad enough. She is mostly covered by a stranger, by a Draco his father no longer knows.
He sees Draco's face and recognizes a wizard in love; one who in the midst of claiming the one he loves. No surprise there, after all, he's known for years of Draco's unrequited love. Hence, he tries to forgive his tormented son.
He sees the ectoplasm-like figures appear. All involved in a ritualistic dance. He hears the supplications of the couple readying to climax, the pleas for the dead make no sense to him.
'Please have pity,' he tells whoever has him at that play; Lucius wants to be spared of witnessing what is coming, judging by Draco's tensed muscles. An event he will join on his own, since he cannot stop the magic egging his body to completion; how he despises what he has become. Gods, have mercy, this private moment should only belong to the couple now screaming their release. Unfortunately, a greater power has determined he should be part of this; it isn't his choice.
Minutes later when the streams of light leave her body, he is mesmerized. In awe of the power controlling the event, he counts up to seven of such tendrils. The next second, he is back, and he is walking with Narcissa and Harry. He knows that he didn't imagine, he still feels the undeniable signs that he climaxed.
Lucius shakes his head to clear his mind from the shameful recollection. However, he finally starts to make some sense of the memories he has tried to forget. He cannot, he already tried to Obliviate, but, it didn't work.
Today, his knowledge of forbidden dark magic allows him to draw conclusions, helping him to make important decisions. However, not all is clear; far from it, as he often wonders, was he merely a witness that day? He has reasons to suspect otherwise and believes that the children are also his.
Draco and Hermione know or suspect the truth, but they cannot be certain. Even though, that night's events cannot be forgotten. Hermione is less doubtful; she realized today's birth pains were akin other painful sensations, the ones she experienced that night when the light streams left her body. Moreover, she is now certain that those streams originated from her womb, during that night after the Battle.
The three Malfoys are told each of the infants' mothers are Hogwarts students; some of the witches are known to them. They have seen them with their parents before and recognize their names.
The parents accept the Malfoy's offer to adopt the children, as well as their offer of vaults for the witches once the adoptions are registered at the MoM. They seal the agreement with Unbreakables; there is no going back.
Today, four newborns sleep at the manor's nursery. However, they all think there are more missing. Tonight, they sit and wait for the new arrivals, they are sure will come.
The Weasley
One of the mother's was Charlie's lover after the Battle, when many sought partners to celebrate they were still alive.
She gives birth at the Burrows. George, who stands by her side, full of compassion for the young which, is the first to hold the baby.
Charlie isn't there, he doesn't want to be trapped into marrying someone he hardly knows. "No, I cannot marry her, besides I wasn't the first. That honor goes to Harry Potter, her former beau. I don't even know...well, should the child be mine, I will help her, err, if that were the case. I will be a father but not a husband. I'll even raise the child, but I don't love her."
The baby in George's arms looks at him with knowing eyes, his heart gladdens at recognizing the look. His eyes open in wonder, "Fred, is that you," the baby blinks twice. Ron who just entered, raises his eyebrows, totally amazed at what he heard and saw.
The mother is crying, "I cannot tell my parents that I have a baby."
Right at that instance, George makes an impulsive decision, Rob seconds, they will raise the baby. They reason, "It is a great idea, Muggles are single parents, plenty of their males raise the children."
This baby is no exception to the others born the same day; he also shares the Malfoy coloring and curly locks, but the eyes are pure Weasley-blue. This is not possible, how? They need to investigate.
Shortly after birthing, the witch's cousin picks her up, "It is time to put this away. Nobody has to know." She agrees, glad to have a choice, one she hopes not to regret..
While Molly, Arthur, Ron and George sit down to admire their new baby, an explosion goes off in the middle of the room. They all jump, a shower of orange blossoms covers their heads and every other surface in the room. The blossoms move and gather, to form a clear name 'Fred.' "It figures, he is always so noisy." George laughs joyfully and gently tweaks the infant's nose. They all agree laughing. This day is a happy day at the Burrows.
Seconds later, not a trace of the blooms remain. Was it a hallucination? They think not, their fragrance will remain for weeks to come, and each of them knows that Fred has been returned to the living. Nevertheless, they plan to visit the Malfoys in the next couple of days.
They all have a dilemma, namely, the witch swore that she hadn't been with anyone but Charlie that night, and nobody else afterwards. And while the mother is Asian, the baby has not a trace of her mother, and instead the baby is a perfect mix of Draco and his new bride Hermione, but how?
"But how?" Ron asks his father after testing Fredrick's magical core. That is the question, one that will never be answered.
"Who knows, there are powers unknown to all of us. And really, do you care? He's been given back to us." Arthur answers. They all agree. Today is a day of thanksgiving at the Weasley home, Fred has returned.
And baby makes six.
At the Malfoy the Floo activates; Lucius has ordered to allow entry to those carrying babies.
No explanation is offered, neither George not Ron are willing to let the Malfoy take the baby. After meeting the other babies, the Weasley accept a generous offer, a house right on the estate grounds and a substantial stipend, all expenses paid. In exchange, all the babies will grow together. They accept, the entire family will move to a guest cottage, a large home. Molly is glad to be in such a place, a new life.
The Seventh Miracle
They wait for days, but nobody else shows up. The Malfoy all think they miscounted the life-carrying streams. They didn't. In a house near Hogwarts, a Muggle-born witch, who became a widow after the battle, kisses the head of her newborn baby girl. Hers is a humble dwelling; times have been hard. Nevertheless, it is a nice clean house, and she is a very good person. Her husband was a fair haired blond, and her hair is rather curly. Yes, she is sure, the baby is theirs.
Her werewolf husband died just days after the battle from a curse from Bellatrix Lestrange's wand. And she still mourns him everyday. He always told her he came from a long line of werewolves, and chances were high that a baby of theirs would be afflicted with his curse.
It doesn't matter to her; he was a good wizard, and his child will be loved. What he never told her was the real name of his father. "Love, I cannot tell you. You see, I promised my mother to keep my existence a secret. I was but a very young when unknown assailants mortally injured her."
Unfortunately, secrets have a way to come to light sooner or later. It won't be long before it happens; a werewolf already caught a whiff of the blood of his blood during the battle and is still looking. His name is Fenrir Greyback.
The mother knows her baby is bound to be discriminated because of her parentage. Thus, she makes a decision, for now, she will go back to live as a Muggle; it is best that way.
Her father, an Anglican Minister, and her mother, a counselor, will give them both the love they need. It is time to go back to her childhood home. They will help with her daughter's righteous education. He is progressive and believes magic is a gift from the above.
Today, this home isn't scented with blooms; yet, a bouquet arrives at her doorstep; it is made out of orange blossoms. She also finds a quite heavy velvet pouch with more than enough Galleons, to live a respectable, comfortable life; as indicated on a small card attached with a gold pin.
A scroll appears seconds later, it is made of ancient parchment and written with dark red ink.
Please accept this gift to help the two of you live comfortably. We became aware of you the night at DH and wish to help you celebrate your joyful event. This is a day of happiness anticipated by many.
We have a suggestion, a taunt you may say, a revenge of sorts. May we respectfully add that it would please us if you should name the baby Bellatrix. Imagine her distress, if she were alive; or if she were able to see from the beyond. She wouldn't like your child named after her because of her mistaken convictions about 'mixed' heritage magical people. Secondly, in a year or two, take your baby to Diagon Alley either a Tuesday or a Thursday. I believe the baby will make a changed werewolf very happy. If Bellatrix can see, her distress will be triple.
She counts the Galleons and cries, tears of gratitude; is a large fortune, "Bellatrix it is, whatever you wish. Hope my baby is a much better person than her namesake." The baby just stares with solemn dark eyes, some uncertainty can be seen, but she accepts her mother's breast with great content. The love coming from her mother, soothes her.
Inside privacy walls-Weeks later
The sounds of love making can be heard in the Manor's family wing. They come from the newly renovated main suite. The fireplace's light illuminates the large bed. On the bed, two naked, silvered haired males worship a lithe female with long curly tresses. Each flanks her body, each takes turns to kiss her with unbridled lust. Each takes turns to caress her supple body now in throes of passion. They all are active participants; the air is scented with sex.
One kisses her breasts, while the other's mouth is busy between her thighs. Her hands touch one, and then they pull up the older wizard at her breast. She wants to take his hardened sex into her mouth. He eagerly moves to accommodate her wishes.
"I never knew, oh yes," his body arches as he thrusts into her sweet mouth. His beautiful face is contorted in ecstasy. His platinum hair flies as the others' hairs do, fueled by the currents of magic being released.
The one at her now sated sex, looks at her. While she still experiences orgasmic pleasure, he sits on his calves and takes his place between her thighs. ''I missed you so much; love you, forever, need to be, …ahhhhh," he shutters as he drives inside of her. His face is distorted with pleasure, and when he looks at the erotic tableau in front of him, his desire burns even higher, and his movements become more forceful.
His eyes are barely open, his face reflects both pleasure and adoration for her. All are in midst of a profound experience. The males touch her and caress her, their beloved treasure. Their bodies writhe and muscles tense. Their climax is explosive. All are so involved with each other that they miss the ever present ghostly eyes. It is not the first time they are under observation, and it won't be the last.
It is apparent their lives are closely monitored, and they are part of an elaborate plan. Or maybe not, all that can be said, is that there are always firefly lights by the citrus trees until the eyes disappear. They coincide with similar lights by the tree, at the edge of the forbidden forest. The lights can be seen the nights when the traces of battle cries are heard; when telltale stenches of death can be detected in the air; when lost sprits roam in the former battle grounds at the Death Hallows. During those nights, the psychic remains of the battle night disappear as soon as the firefly lights go away; seemingly vanished by the love shared by the three at Malfoy Manor.
In the room, the younger wizard has fallen sleep, he lies on his side with an arm across his witch's torso. The other two are submerged in an passionate embrace while kissing. All is well at Malfoy Manor. It is a happy place. What happens in that suite, will never be discussed by others. It is as it should be.
Afterwards
Lucius is happier he has ever been. Why? It is simple, Malfoys have never been as plentiful as they are right now. Dreams of a financial empire are but a reality, but nothing is as good as his family, and the shared days and nights.
The Wizarding community gets used to the Malfoy wizards, always by the petite witch at every function. It is not unusual to see them holding hands. Nobody questions the nature of their relationship. Why should they? it is obvious the young couple are madly in love, and Lucius loves the young couple.
The six children will grow closely together; they all will always gather around Severus, the heir, the first born chronologically. Forever, they will scare those who meet them. Each child is a mix of Hermione and Malfoy, albeit their eye colors will change by the time they reach one. Their hair colors and textures will change slightly during their life.
The girl already has pink hair streaked with other variable coloring. The one with ginger hair, wants to be held mostly by George, but but coos whenever Ron stretches his arms to pick him up. "Papa Ron hold me. I love my papas," Freddie, the naughtiest of all the children, always says.
Molly Weasley has a real job. She is in charge of all the staff hired to tend to the children and their education. She is very happy, why not, she has been given a chance to raise her son once again.
All the Weasley family eventually take their places in the new covenant; along with others who are invited because of their vested interest in the children. Greg Goyle is a permanent guess whose charge is a smart happy baby, with a father who never abuses him. He has a room where he stays most of the time.
Teddy also is part of the group. He always come along with his cousin, the pink and blue hued hair, Dora. He favors Dora, and the serious boy with brown eyes, the one named Remus. Although, he is nearly two years older than his favorite two, he will defer to them as he gets older.
Harry is allowed to visit his daughter; she must be his. He argues the Lestrange should give him rights over her, "Look at her eyes," he often observes when stating his point. Dora's eyes are the color of emeralds. But there are two, Draco and Lucius, who cannot forgive yhis trespasses, yet they try and remain civil. Civil the might be, but they would claim the child as Lucius' before Harry does.
Besides, Andromeda's wizards have made it clear, the child will never be his. She is the daughter of their house, her last name is Lestrange, and they fiercely protect what is theirs, Andromeda, Teddy, and Dora, and hopefully other children. Harry is against the snakes, and who can trust them. Sadly Teddy mistrusts Harry, he loves his daddies, and is afraid Harry will take him away. Too often, Harry invites him to live with him.
In an strange way, Harry becomes a part of a newly formed group. One whose members all have a link to the Malfoys, the good Muggle witch, and to a sentient being. The cries of the dead, the dying, and the living awoke 'It. The covenant originated from the mix of virgin blood and semen, inside of a living cauldron, has one thing going for it, the love of those who made it possible.
The Malfoy hire several house-live-in nannies, a troupe of house-elves. and other magical beings, to help with the new family additions. Lucius' dreams of many little ones at the Manor, are a reality; the children are all blood of his blood; and all are Malfoys with other lesser traces of different magic. They are the children of the witch that is at the center of his Universe, and of the son he loves more than his own life.
Lucius only sees the new Malfoy babies and the two who made them that fated day. Whenever the memories threaten to pull him into reliving that bleakness of the battlefield, their beloved faces clear the shadows of that terrible day. Their faces are a beacon of light guiding him away from the horrors of DH; during the day, he witnessed the fruits of his folly.
He believes the terrible events resulted from allowing his mind to be controlled by prejudices, false pride, and the lack of tolerance for those he'd perceived as not worthy. Yes, he let those mistaken convictions cloud his judgment, leading to his decision to follow a monster and become a participant in a conflict. A war that concluded in a day of death and sorrow; the sad day when he lost his first love, Narcissa.
Once in a while, he looks at Hermione and dries a tear, completely aware that his former hatred could have killed her. He sees Draco take his place next to her, and the tears come faster. Lucius knows he nearly sacrificed his only son by supporting a movement fueled by the hatred of those like their witch.
He vows over and over to remember how false gods have the power to destroy those most precious and needed, those who make this life worth living. His tears stop whenever his family surrounds his tortured body within their loving embrace. They all hurt; they all are living victims forever marked by the horrors of war.
Yes, the same room that witnessed Hermione's torture, is now the center stage for a display of pure love and forgiveness, of what is already behind. New actors had come to the stage. Players who seem to have a role in a maybe good future.
What is the purpose of this allegiance once born in the fringes of a battlefield, during a night of death and destruction? Nobody seems to know or care, no, nobody does. Everyone is involved in the business of living. Maybe this is about new life, about the presence of unknown forces beyond human understanding, who knows; even the actors are oblivious. They live in awe of the new life, and are only interested in new chances in front of them.
The future takes shape, day by day, step by step, caress by caress; it seems to be leading into a good place, where the Malfoy, old and new, take center stage. Hopefully, at the play's end, everyone will applaud and be satisfied with their performance, and clamoring voices and applauses will call encore, encore.