[A/N: This is another story that has been deep in my mind and I honestly haven't much of this type of story in this community. So, please enjoy this many-chapter story and let me know how you are like this! As usual, ignore any mistakes from Google Translations. Like, Comment, and Subscribe!]
Written: 03/04/2022 Word Count: 5,222
Chapter 1
"Stephanchikov! Get up! It's time for your exam!" The Azkaban guard shouted as he banged his baton against the metal cell bars. The only response he got was a low groan from the huddled form on the floor. Now the guard was annoyed. He wasn't in the mood for unruly inmates. Minister Shacklebolt wanted all the inmates to get a medical checkup every two months due to being around Dementors all the time. "Get up! Don't make me tell you again!" The guard shouted crossly. It was night time and the Minister will be sending a letter about having the doctor stay behind after hours.
Stephanchikov gave the same response, this time his hand moving to his stomach. The guard let out a curse as he took a step back from the call bars while he pulled out his wand from within his robes. "I'm coming in!" He said as he quickly undid the heavy wards with flourished movements. "Where does it hurt?" He asked the inmates as he stepped into the cell. Old news clippings were strewn on the floor, most faced up to show a familiar face with blonde hair. Malfoy. All clippings had been kept from the day he had been incarcerated four years ago. He got down on his knees next to Stephanchikov and slowly rolled the man on his back to see what was the problem. He was caught off guard when he saw Stephanchikov smirk and a white light slammed into him.
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Stephanchikov cursed in his head as he downed the polyjuice potion as quickly as he could. The foulness never gets old. He thought as he placed the vial back in his pocket as he gelt the familiar shimmering sensation go through his body. The guard is going to start his next round soon." He thought some more as he glanced down at a small puddle on the ground. He could see his facial features had changed to look exactly like the guard. He smirked as he looked over to see the guard had changed to his appearance as well. Their clothes had been switched as well.
One more potion, then I'm out of this hell hole. He lamented as he pulled out a large vial from a hole he had pulled a brick from. The violet concoction glimmered in the moonlight as he pulled the stopper out. "Can't be having you tell the world I have escaped." He muttered as he squatted over the still conscious guard and reached down to grip his hair tightly. He could see those wincing in pain as he forced his head up. "Drink up."He said in a taunting whimsical tone as he poured the potion into the guard's mouth.
The potion was of his own devising. A cocktail potion that will seal the poly juice potion to his body as well as render the person unable to speak until a special antidote has been given. Of course, the guard's identity can be easily figured out with a simple blood test, but he wasn't thinking about that. Not yet anyway. He quickly pinched the man's nose once all the contents had been emptied so he was forced to swallow in order to breathe. Watching with sadistic pleasure as the guard's Adam's apple bob a little.
He pulled his fingers away as he released the petrificus totalus spell, and the cell was filled with the sounds of coughing and retching. "I have to go now. Be good and I just might send you a letter." Stephanchikov cackled as he left the cell, taking the guard's wand with him as he heard nonsensical noises behind him from the guard trying to speak. Now, it was time for the hard part. He concealed his emotions as he made his way towards the front entrance of the infamous prison.
"Gibson, did you bring the inmate?" Stephanchikov stopped in his tracks when the appointed mediwizard walked up to him with a file in hand. His hands itched to stun the man but he reigned in his troubling impulses. He made sure to have an annoyed look on his face before responding. "No doctor. Stubborn bastard refuses to stand up to leave his cell. Tried to bite me too. I shot a stunner to his face. That should do the trick." He said, copying what the real Gibson would say, which was pretty predictable.
The mediwizard didn't notice anything was amiss and nodded. "Very well. I will write that in my notes. Excuse me, I have to go to gen-pop next." He said as he gave a small wave as he left, missing the smirk on Stephanchikov's face. His plan was working. His ability to be anybody has always been a gift since his childhood. "Good night, sir." Another guard said to him as he greeted him with a small head nod. "Night." He responded back, having heard Gibson say the same thing on numerous occasions. He couldn't stop the devious smirk from appearing on his face as he stepped up to the apparition point from the island to Wizarding London.
With a sharp crack, he disappeared with ease since Gibson's badge has a complex spell placed on it, given to every auror and higher-ups, to have the ability to apparate from anywhere to the Ministry-run prison. How long will it take until the Ministry finds out they have an escaped prisoner on the loose?
The Next Morning
A shrill alarm filled the room, causing Draco to groan from the noise as he blindly reached for his wand on the nightstand. A feminine groan could be heard next to him as he swished his wand to stop the alarm, signaling his wife was up as well. "Damn it. I really don't want to get up." Draco whined unMalfoy-like as a small hand caressed his bare chest. "At least you don't have work so early in the morning," Hermione commented as she stretched under the sheets. "True," Draco grumbled before he rolled on t his stomach, his lips gently kissing her shoulder that wasn't covered by his old Quidditch jersey.
"Let's just stay in bed." He said softly in between each kiss. Hermione laughed softly as she basked in the light attention, her fingers carding through his platinum blonde hair. "I wish we can do that, darling, but I have to leave for work." She said lightly. It has been a month since they had sex. With their busy work schedules and having two kids, their intimate motions have been cut down quite short. Thankfully, Narcissa and Lucius are always willing to have their grandchildren over to give the couple some alone time. Draco groaned as he reluctantly rolled back over onto his back. "Curse your tempting body." He said in a low breath, causing Hermione to laugh as she steals a light kiss on his lips before she got out of bed.
"Come on, you sex fiend. Our lovely children will be up soon." He could hear her walking around the bed and lightly slapped his foot as she walked towards the bathroom. "Don't forget that your taking the kids to your parents." She reminded him and he groaned softly in compliance before he heard the shower get turned on. They had made an agreement when they had their son that they would alternate taking him and their future kids every week to his parents for the day so they could look after them until one of them got out of work. He climbed out of bed and pulled on a clean pair of boxers and sweat pants before he stepped out of the bedroom.
The early morning sunlight streamed through the window and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted into his nose. As always, Merry was up. "Merry," Draco called out as he walked down the hallway to their son's room. "A house-elf popped in with a crack and bowed lowly. " "master called for Merry?"It squeaked out. "Please prepare a lunch bag for Hermione for work." He instructed. He knew Hermione tends to forget to eat, especially when her work gets really busy. "Yes, Master," Merry said before disappearing just as he entered his son's room. Draco couldn't help but smile at the sleeping face of his son. Scorpius Alexander Malfoy. Born a year after they got married.
With a flick of his wand, the small lamp turned on to produce a warm glow in the room. "Buddy, it's time to wake up for school." He said as he leaned over to gently shake his son. Scorpius had his face structure, eye color, and platinum blonde hair but had Hermione's eye shape. The small child groaned as he stirred awake. His eyes were still closed as he reached up with both hands, a silent request for his father to pick him up. Draco chuckled softly as he did just that. "Are you taking me to school today, Daddy?" The three-year-old asked in a sleepy voice, a small fist rubbing at his eyes as he was carried to the bathroom to wash up.
"Yes, I am. And then, I'm going to take you to Grandma and Grandpa after school." Draco confirmed.
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"So, what kind of things do you like to draw, Ritchie?"Harry asked the small boy next to him at the table. The child was brought to the station with his mother after a rather disturbing comment the child made during playtime. "Dragons," Ritchie said as he doodled on a blank piece of paper with a crayon, a box of them next to him. "Dragons? I like dragons." He said, causing the boy to smile brightly. "You know," Harry said as he placed a picture down on the table. "Your mommy showed me a really great picture that you drew." The child glanced up from his current drawing to see what he was talking about, his small head nodding. "Is that your family?" He asked as he pointed at the drawing of a family of four.
"Uh-huh." Ritchie nods as he continued to draw with a crayon. "Are you in this picture?" Harry asked. "That's me and that's Mommy, Daddy, and Kylie," Richie said as he pointed to each figure in his drawing. Harry then looked puzzled as he pointed to a drawing of a boy with a sad face. "You look sad in this picture. Are those tears?" He asked. Ritchie's expression turned sad and he nods as he stopped drawing. "Why are you crying?" Harry asked curiously, wanting to know more but Richie shook his head. Now it was time for a different direction. "Kylie is your sister?" Ritchie nods as he went back to drawing, though a little slower. "She is my half-sister."
"Oh, because you have different moms, right?" Harry inquired and the boy nodded his head. "We have the same daddy," Ritchie said as he switched to a different colored crayon. "Daddy? There's no daddy in this picture. Where is he?" Harry inquired as he rested his folded arms on the table. "He is out of town." He said with a sad pout on his face as he stopped drawing again. "Is that why you're sad?" Harry asked as he tilted his head a little. Ritchie shook his head, looking like he wasn't going to say more. "No." Harry made an inaudible sigh before he spoke once more. These next questions will be important "Ok, Ritchie. Are you sad because someone is hurting you?"
Ritchie looked a little confused as he looked up at Harry. "I don't know." The two were silent for a little bit as Ritchie went back to drawing. "Ritchie, your mother, father, and Kylie look really happy here, huh? How come you're the only one that's sad?" The child looked up to glance at the drawing before looking up at Harry. "Because Daddy loves Kylie more than me." Harry smiled sympathetically as he leaned in close. "I bet he loves you both just the same." Ritchie looked like he wasn't sure if he should believe the adult. "He reads her stories all the time, but not to me." Interesting. Harry looked puzzled. "Where does he read Kylie's stories?"
"In his room. They close the door and I'm not allowed." Ritchie said, a guilty look on his face. "You never went in there? Not one time?" Harry asked, a knowing smile on his face like he knew the kid did just that. Ritchie still had a guilty look on his face but he was more visibly relaxed, knowing that he could trust Harry. "It's because I heard noises. I thought Kylie was crying." Harry nodded, encouraging the child to keep going "What were they doing?" Ritchie then looked confused as he looked into Harry's eyes. "They were playing in bed. They didn't have any clothes on." To say Harry was surprised is an understatement.
He smiled in a comforting way as he prepared to stand up. "Thank you for telling me, Ritchie. Say, can you do something for me?" Ritchie looked curious and nodded. Harry grinned as he placed another blank paper in front of him. "Can you draw me another picture while I go talk to that nice man down there?" Ritchie grinned and nods excitedly before he grabbed a black crayon to start drawing. Once he started drawing, Harry walked over to stand next to Draco and began speaking in a low voice, relaying everything to him. "Please tell me there is something there." Draco gave a heavy sigh as he crossed his arms across his chest while Ritchie's stepmother joined the child at the table.
"According to the Wizarding World, the daughter is an adult. We can't indite the father for that." He said, his mind whirling for a solution. The two were silent until Harry got an idea. "How much do you want to bet the stepfather didn't wait until the girl turned of age to have sex with her?" Draco smirked and nodded. "Go find out." He said before he glanced down at his wristwatch. "I'm going to get going. See what you can find after lunch." He said, not needing to explain too much further since everyone knew what kind of arrangement he had made with Hermione. "Alright," Harry said as the blonde opened the door to leave only to almost walk into his mate, Blaise Zabini.
They shared a short greeting. "It's your turn this week?" The Italian asked in a teasing way and laughed softly when he got confirmation from the blonde. "Tell Scorpius I said hello." Draco waved absentmindedly as he started walking again. "Oh, you're coming to the get-together tonight?" The Italian asked quickly. "Yeah!" Draco called out over his shoulder before he quickly left the building and walked down several blocks. It was busy as usual as people bustled around to do their shopping or grab something to eat. He finally reached the familiar little building, stopping just in front of the little gate that was decorated with kids' projects.
He didn't have to wait too long to hear the sound of a bell and the front door swung open by one of the teachers to let out the small kids around Scorpius' age. "Daddy!" He heard a familiar voice and he smiled as he knelt down just in time to catch Scorpius as he ran into his arms.
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"Grandma! Grandpa!" Scorpius called out the moment they apparated to the mansion, popping into the parlor room. Draco shook his head a little as he placed his son down. His head spun with the amount of energy the child had. They heard footsteps coming towards the room and Narcissa came into view with Elleana in her arms followed by Lucius close behind. Elleana had Hermione's looks, curly hair, and color but had Draco's eye color. "Viens ici, mon beau garçon." (F) (Come here, my beautiful boy.) Narcissa cooed as she knelt down to bring her grandson into her arms, giving him a big fat kiss on the cheeks.
Draco and Hermione had tried numerous times to discourage the older woman to stop spoiling the children, but she always shut them down. Scorpius began regaling his two grandparents about what he learned today in French, or more like what he had learned so far from his lessons with his grandmother. "Viens, mangeons. Vous devez avoir faim tous les deux." (F) (Come, let us eat. You both must be hungry.) Narcissa said as she passed Elleana over to her father once she began to fuss. "Hi, princess. Have you been good for your grandmother and grandfather?" He asked in a low soft voice, earning a baby gurgle as he kissed her cheek while holding her to his chest.
He followed his family into the dining room where plates had been set up. "Of course she has. Your father wouldn't put her down most of the time." Narcissa said as she hoisted Scorpius up onto the chair, her words making Lucius slightly uncomfortable and he cleared his throat as he sat at the head of the table. His parents had changed after the war but his father had changed the most. It was hard to get past it, especially when they got together for dinner once a week. Whenever Draco saw Lucius pick up Scorpius when he was an infant, he had to fight the urge to take his son back. Not because he was afraid that his father would hurt his son, but because he was worried about how he would react. Lucius was never really affectionate while he was growing up.
As soon as they all sat down at the table and the six-month-old in her high chair, the house-elves popped into to deliver their meal. Scorpius was excited because the house-elves always made his favorite, macaroni and cheese.
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"I think that will be it, for now, Dean. Make sure your report is on my desk as soon as you finish it." Harry said before he swung his office door shut. He let out a groan as he sat in his desk chair, his head resting back against the headrest. Being the Head Auror was more complicated than he thought but he also enjoyed it. His wife, Daphne might not think so with his whacky schedule but they handle it as best as they can, especially with their godson, Teddy. He gazed around his office walls and noticed the many framed signed documents hanging on them. Starting from the very beginning.
When he got sworn in, he began changing things. Azkaban got renovated to be bigger to house the new section, the Criminally Insane ward. The dementors were removed from the infamous jail since they didn't do anything else but torment the prisoners. The creatures voiced their displeasures at first but they reluctantly left to a more secluded area. More prisons were built to house the criminals with lesser charges, like theft and arson. The auror program got an upgrade as well. Now, there is mandatory Muggle training for upcoming aurors and for those who have been aurors for up to five years. Those who had been an auror for longer can choose to take the training or not.
Those who have completed the training can now be allowed to travel through the Muggle world and even interact with Muggles. Those who haven't completed the training will have to be with someone who has. Harry could still remember the ridiculous looks the Muggles would give to the magic folks who tried to be Muggle. A bright blue light broke his train of thought and his eyes wandered over to a leather notebook sitting on the corner of his desk. He frowned slightly as he pulled it close to him and opened it to see slightly neat words scrawled in black ink across the blank page. It was from his secret job. Well, his wife and really close friends know about what he does in the Muggle world.
A year after he became Head Auror, he and Draco got pulled into Shacklebolt's office, who was and still is the Ministry of Magic. Apparently, the man has been in contact with the Muggle Prime Minister in hopes to bring the two worlds together without breaking the Scared Law of Secrecy. Talks about a joint task force between both worlds were spoken even though all of the convicted Death Eaters were behind bars. After the war, crime rates seemed to have skyrocketed and even some of them would do their evil deeds out on unsuspecting Muggles. What better way to make the crime unexplained, or better yet, a cold case.
Shacklebolt estimates that the number would only continue to climb. Harry was thankful he isn't in charge of this new task force. Not because the officers are bad. Far from it. The Muggle Prime Minister and the Police Commissioner took the time to pick and screen the officers that aren't biased and wouldn't cause trouble if they found out some of their colleges could do magic. Harry and Draco immediately grew to like them and quickly became in sync with the Muggle officers, blending in with the Muggle norm. A sharp rap on his door caught his attention. "Come in." The door opened and Draco stepped inside, back from his meal break.
"Perfect timing, mate. I was about to owl you. Richardson is asking for our assistants." Harry said as he stood up and pulled the top drawer of his desk to grab his gun in his gun holster. To blend in with the Muggle World, those in the new task force are required to get their gun license and agree to follow the Muggle laws about owning a gun. Daphne and Hermione weren't thrilled about the men owning guns, especially Hermione, but after agreeing to get a gun safe, the women were finally feeling relaxed about it. "What do they need help with this time?" Draco asked as the two left Harry's office and walked over to Draco's office so the blond could grab his gun.
"Do you remember that nut case a few months back? The one who sold diluted dragon's blood to Muggle druggies through the Black Market?" Draco paused for a second as he attached his police badge to his belt before continuing and grabbing his jacket from the back of his office chair. "Oh, right. Him. What, is he back at it again?" Harry scoffed coldly as the two men left the office and started heading to the elevator to take it to the Atrium. "Worse. He gave dragon's blood to an underaged Muggle girl and nearly had sex with her before she became sick and puked everywhere." Draco shook his head. Dragon's blood was highly addictive, especially in its purest form.
With the addiction rate in the Wizarding World going up, the Minister declared the substance dangerous and anyone caught in the possessions of or caught selling will be given heavy fines and jail time for repeat offenders.
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"Oh come on, lads! I didn't know she was underage! You wouldn't think so with how she was dressed!" Harry was getting annoyed and he smacked his hand against the cell door, scaring the ragged-looking man inside of it. "Shut up, Cullens. I don't care if you thought she was of average age. You still fed her illegal drugs and now you will face some jail time. Be lucky you didn't kill her." Harry said, ignoring more of the man's complaints as he walked back to the squad room of the police station. "What is his excuse this time?" Draco asked without looking up from the newspaper he was flipping through. They both had a desk there to keep up with the facade, also their photos were in the police facility just in case someone wanted to look them up.
"He claims he didn't know the girl was underage." The blonde shook his head in disbelief. "Yeah, like that's going to fly." Harry nodded in agreement as he made sure his report was in order before turning it into the Sergent of the station. "You will contact us when you have fully processed him?" Draco asked Richardson. Once his question was confirmed he and Harry got up to leave. The wives would be annoyed if they miss dinner tonight. Every Friday, they gave a get-together at one of their houses, and tonight was to be at Draco's house. The two men took the elevator down to the main lobby, talking about something inconspicuous as they exited the lift.
No one actually paid them any mind as they made their way to the front door. The relative silence was broken when two officers pulled in two large people through the door. The two that were being arrested were creating quite a ruckus, making feeble attempts to avoid being put in jail. Harry was about to just ignore them and carry on the conversation but for some reason, the arrestees' voices sounded so familiar. Why does it sound so familiar? He thought as his footsteps slowed down a little. "Quelque chose te tracasse, Harry?" (F) (Something bothering you, Harry?) He heard Draco ask. Harry put on a smirk as he walked up to the rather noisy group, knowing that Draco would follow behind him.
"Oh, nothing. I was just surprised when I saw this lot come in. Let me introduce you to my uncle, Vernon, and cousin, Diddykins." He said, enjoying the pale look on their faces. "Oh, I remember now. My apologies, mate. Your description of them doesn't properly describe how they really look." Draco said cooly as he looked down at the two large people with narrowed eyes. "Do you boys mind if I talk with them for a bit? It will only be a minute." Harry asked, not really caring if they didn't agree to it. He could always come back and visit them in their holding cells. "Sure, go ahead. Besides, we got time to spare before their paper works can be filed in. Just don't get them too ruffled up." One of them said as the two officers left to grab a coffee, leaving the two soon-to-be prisoners with the two wizards.
"How is Aunt Petunia anyway?" Harry asked with fake interest. Draco couldn't help but snort as he folded his arms across his chest. "I bet she would be ecstatic that bead-beat husband and whale-of-a-son is behind bars. I would be. Though, I'm sure we will find something to arrest her on." Draco said with a smirk. Harry snorts. "That would be my lucky day."
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Harry bid Draco a short goodbye since they would be seeing each other again shortly. He stepped through the Floo network at the Ministry of Magic and was quickly whisked away to 12 Grimmauld Place. His son should be awake from his nap right about now and Daphne would be giving him a bath. Kreacher appeared out of thin air and took his cloak to wash before disappearing again. He walked up the stairs and headed to the master bedroom, walking by one of the bathrooms designated for his son and future children, and heard the delighted sounds of his son giggling while taking a bath. Harry couldn't help but smile at the sound, finding it a joy to hear every time he got off of work.
He stepped into the master bedroom and immediately walked over to the corner cabinet that housed the gun safe. He pressed the code into the number keypad before it asked for his fingerprint from his thumb. It was state-of-the-art for muggle technology but Daphne still worried that Teddy could still get into it, so he erected a safety barrier around it so the grown-ups in the house could be notified when the barrier was broken. With a sharp click, he opened the small door and began putting his gun away, making sure the safety was still on and it was still holstered. "Daddy! Daddy!" A loud voice called to him from behind and he turned around just in time to catch a boy with striking blue hair in a shirt and overalls.
Harry chuckled as he held his son close to his chest, the smell of freshly washed hair waft into his nose. "Have you been good for Mommy?" He asked as he kissed Teddy on the cheek just as Daphne stepped into the room. "Yes, Daddy. I even helped Mommy make cookies today." He said excitedly and looked like he was going to go into detail before Daphne interrupted him. "Ok sweetheart, why don't you go down to see if Dobby can give you a cookie." She said as Harry and the boy immediately bolted towards the staircase. "Make sure you only eat one!" Daphne called out to him as he could be heard thundering down the steps. "How was work today?" She asked her husband as she watched him place his police badge in the safe as well.
Harry took a few minutes to talk about the child case he was working on before he swung the safe door shut. Scenes from the interview kept repeating through his mind and soon, he didn't realize that he had started rambling to himself. He felt warm arms wrap around his waist from behind, calming his racing brain with her presence. "Did anything happen to the kid?" She asked him in a soft voice while placing a soft kiss on the back of his shoulder. Harry sighed softly as he turned around to face her, propping his butt against the edge of the cabinet while he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her close to him. "No, just confused." He said softly as Daphne moved her arms from his waist to wrap them loosely around his neck.
His wife gave him a sympathetic smile. "What are you going to do?" She asked him but she knew he most likely won't tell her anything, being that he was in the middle of an investigation. "I don't know but we will figure something out," Harry responded after another sigh before leaning forward to lightly peck her on the lips. Daphne smiled softly before she kissed him swiftly before pulling away. "Why don't you go wash up before we leave for the get-together.