DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux

A/N those who read the old version, there are changes in this chapter, mostly pertaining Remus.

*``~~~``*Bad Ideas -Coninued -``~~~``*

At Malfoy Manor, Paul who had never seen moving pictures, his eyes were everywhere. The elves fascinated him, but there was no time to check or see much. They barely had time to take Rodolphus when someone was at the front gate. Lucius sent Dobby and Perdu with Muctis and Paul. He went to open the door while Snape sat with Cissy and Serpens sipping a Firewhisky.

At the Grangers, the arrival of Rodolphus had created a small commotion. The young women, Maddy and Kelly swoon over the older Lestrange. He was perhaps as handsome as Lucius, but he was not in good shape. Maddy thought of him beautiful, both Lestrange were, but men that beautiful made her uncomfortable; she thought about Sirius, the most dangerous to her.

The house-Elves were not a big deal; the kitchen help brought from France would not see them; besides they were (barely) magical and had served in magical families all their lives. The cleaning people came in the mornings when the Elves would make themselves scarce.

Lucius and Cissy would bring the kids owls later, as well as the wolfhounds.

Muctis planned to leave for his home as soon as they would put Rodolphus in bed, but he had his marching orders, both Muctis and families would have to make quick arrangements to move on the grounds.

Paul and Guy were outraged to see Rodolphus' ravaged body. Albeit he was mostly healed, his damage was so extensive that many of the scars remained, "Their prisons are brutal; such a fine young man and look at his state, undernourished, bug bites, scars from beatings. Frankly, they can keep their magic." Guy observed, "I know Charlotte wishes that we had given both Jeanie and Kelly magical educations, now I am not so sure. Such handsome young men and treated so brutally, it is savage."

Healer Muctis finished settling Rodolphus, "My name is Duncan Muctis. This is a pleasure, I have never met with Muggle Healers, err, non Magical Healers." He corrected himself. "I am leaving for now, just Floo me if you need me. Mr. Snape knows the potion dosages for each of the patients. I will be back tomorrow. Mr. Malfoy has requested that we are available all the time; we will stay here as soon as we can make arrangements."

Once they settled Sirius, Rabastan, and Rodolphus, in the guests' wing; Mr. Jones offered to stay with them. For now they had set them in an old Nursery room, spacious, two connected rooms, two bathrooms, and large beds. It would be easier to tend to them.

Paul and Guy went to meet with their married children, time to explain.

~~~``*At the Drawing room*``~~~

Jeanie and Grant sat together with their mothers. Some of the others were spread through the place. Elly and Remus had gone with the Nurse to put the children to sleep. With the current crisis on hand, it had been decided that Jeanie and Grant would stay at the Grangers. Guy and Charlotte's were spending a season at one of the homes formerly inherited in Brugges, Belgium, and they 'd probably be moving to France. Presently, their house was closed for the season and only would open for tours, so they decided to stay as overnight guests. They would wait for Lucius and Narcissa to come back with Serpens and Severus from Malfoy Manor, before meeting all together.

Guy and Paul came back; they with their wives across their children.

Paul had changed his mind. He well knew that he was magical, more than once he'd deflected bullets with his hand. In the operating room, he had stopped hemorrhages with a mere touch, and 'found' tumors, clots, tears, blockages by touching the patient. What was the sense. He had let religion leaders making reject what was a gift; he knew it wasn't evil, it was different that was all. He moved closer to his wife.

"My love, I didn't want to, but maybe it is time. My attitude about magic drove Peter away. Mimi is magical, very much so, and we need to think about our grandchildren, actually in all the children, because I am hoping that Harry will become family. Poor baby, I was told by Elly how he lived, under a stairway. He has been beaten, and we need to check him, but I have been told it is bad, he is just healing. Grant has insinuated some amazing news about the children." Paul held his wife's hand.

She nodded and started, "Son, if there is anyone to blame here look at me. I remembered the murder of my family and lived in fear. Not wanting magic during all for years, I hid my nature from your father. I used to live in constant fear of being found out by my mother's family. She thought her life and ours would be in danger if they knew that she was alive."

Her eyes were full of tears. "Later, I will show you her photos and also to the young men. I have never lost the hope that someone would recognize her. I had an uncle, but I hardly remember him. She was from England, I could tell, she spoke with an educated accent, who knows."

She sat there, gathering her thoughts, like she wanted to tell them something but she didn't. "To date, I don't know who killed my mother and brothers and sister. I only saw a couple of faces. I'm not sure that I could recognize them, they were not from around the area, but they were magical." Her eyes closed, deep in concentration.

"I am sure of the later; they wanted to rid the word from Gellert's spawn. They were not even sure of how many of us were there. My mother did recognize one and told him, "You are killing us, how can you, how can you? Can't you recognize who I am, look at the children? We never did anything to you. Are you that much of a righteous monster, kill me but let the children live, it is your duty." That is all I remember."

She stopped. Paul moved to sit closer and held her hand. She had lied as always to Paul and everyone else. She knew the killer's face and remembered her uncle.

She was going to add something, but decided not to and just stopped talking. Guy and Charlotte looked at each other as if they were disappointed. They knew part of her story but she wanted to keep it a secret, perhaps endangering everyone.

Lady Granger continued, "Imagine my surprise to find out that Paul was 'gifted', his ability as a surgeon had to do with his magic. He could tell with precision where a bullet was imbedded, where the shrapnel was, and so on. More than once, he has 'touched' very sick patients, who have come back all healed. He is a natural healer, thus, his secret for his inordinate success." She stopped to look at Jeanie and Grant whose expressions hid a secrete knowledge, they were both the same.

"He has other powers that he will not acknowledge, he can 'talk' to beasts, and the best is his ability to accurately predict the financial trends." She laughed at that. It was a private joke; he had helped several friends to make fortunes.

"Peter and you were nearly five, I was pregnant with Elly, and Charlotte was pregnant with you, dear Jeanie. We were having tea when the twins fighting, using plain rosewood sticks, set the curtains on fire, right in front of the window we were sitting. It was a display of accidental magic, and I grew frantic. And tried to make an excuse, a lie really," she smiled.

"Charlotte continued smiling until she started laughing softly and asked, "Dear, no need to make excuses, is this the first time?"

Charlotte picked up the story, " Anne Marguerite appeared confused, and I looked at her, "I mean the first time that the twins had an accidental magic outburst, tell me.""

She looked at her friend and they both laughed at the memory.

"Yes, we talked and all changed after that. I talked to Paul and told him of my past, what I remembered. He suspected, and he told me he didn't want his children to be raised in the Wizarding world. Charlotte taught me how to restrain your magic cores. I am sorry to have done it. But it is done."

Charlotte intervened, "I had to do the same because Guy demanded it. However, Anne and I practiced in secret for years. Elly was about eleven when her magic was rebelling and no longer easily restrained, and Anne Marguerite and I took it upon us to teach her basics." She looked at her best friend to continue.

"Meanwhile Grant and Peter showed many obvious gifts. When Peter left for his studies at Melbourne, he joined a Wicca and wrote me a long letter. I denied it for fear that you, Grant, would be mad at me. Peter did some background investigation on his own and found out the truth; and he no longer speaks to me. I know he was taken as a protégée of Marius, a powerful wizard who released his magical core."

Grant looked hurt and a bit angry.

"The rest you know, I started with Madeline, and Guy refused to have Kelly instructed, but she found us. I am sorry, I have already removed the core bindings from the girls, and Marius removed Peter's. I have not given you the choice; I am giving it back to you." She looked at her son whose eyes were trained on his shoes. He was holding Jeanie's hand.

"We all discussed your situation, you were both devout church goers, and we know the church's disposition on our talents." Charlotte tried to look at Jeanie who averted her eyes.

"You will live very long lives, and that means you can still learn a lot. In case you have not noticed, neither your father nor I have aged at a normal rate. My doctors tell me I have hormonal and blood levels of a woman twenty years my junior. Forgive us please. Your father is also sorry, he does not want to practice but he wants to learn protection. He is sorry and doesn't want to deny you."

Charlotte also said, "Forgive me my dear Jeanie; we thought you were doing right, you were so religious, and devout; I now understand that I should had offered you the same choice I did Kelly. You would be in a better position to help your daughter."

Jeanie and Grant were upset, but seeing their mothers' tears, and understanding the years of hiding of discrimination and fears they almost understood.

"Why would you allow Miss Rose come to our home?" Grant asked still upset.

His father answered, "You didn't ask your mother as I recall, Maddy suggested it. Your mother didn't like her; she was very nosy and had made nasty remarks once in a while. That is another reason to lay low. Besides there was the fact that she, ahem, tried to seduce me when your mother was recuperating after having Maddy, and she never stopped." Jeanie and Grant looked upset at the last revelation.

Lady Grant added, "I had a heart to heart with Rose, I am six years older than her, but she doesn't know that. I heard when she called me a Kraut whore. I reminded her I was her employer, and she ought to respect me, or the doors were opened. She complied, but I imagine she holds a grudge." The entire group laughed.

"Son, Serpens and Lucius, and the young men, Remus and Severus have all offered to instruct you during the time you take off. I am sorry for what has passed but maybe you will get some benefit. For the sake of our families and considering possible dangers ahead of us, we will all need to try to at least defend ourselves. There is the matter with Miss Rose and that fanatic Phillips, and who knows what else. We will wait until later, with the Malfoy's men assistance to remove your blocks."

~~~At Malfoy Manor~~~.

Lucius, Serpens, Severus and Narcissa sat with Dumbledore at the Library. "Lucius, I am not here for a social visit. Severus, I didn't know that you spend so much time here." Albus remarked.

Snape answered curtly, "This is my weekend off, I think I don't need to account for my free time, and you well know that Lucius is my dear friend."

Moody, Kingsley and three other Aurors, and two Unspeakables were going around the room measuring magical readings.

Albus looked at Lucius," I will cut to the chase, have you been following the Dursleys and why?"

Lucius was getting ready to answer when he saw the obvious, how to get out of this predicament and not have to hide anymore. It was rather simple, risky but simple. All he needed was a little luck.

"Let me first ask you a question. Did you know that Narcissa is Harry Potter's closest living magical relative, and who actually lives in a magic household? Reading the nonsense in the Prophet made me realize that." Albus skin turned green.

"May I tempt you with a Firewhiskey?" Lucius offered Albus. Serpens, Severus, and Narcissa were controlling a smile. Moody was not controlling it, he was openly grinning. He was unhappy with Albus and wasn't afraid to let him know.

Albus looked around, sensing that he had lost this one.

*``~~~``*The to be lovers*``~~~``*

As soon as the door to Elly's room closed, Remus leaned against the door, and Elly walked away from Remus just far enough to be able to assess each other.

He sniffed the air and was sure that he had never smelled something quite like this. All he could think was MINE, and DELICIOUS, AND MINE. He had shagged a few witches, and even a couple witches older than him.

They were all special and had their attraction. The 'one' had married a rich Death Eater, he had fallen hard for her, but she had told him she was as good as married. Sadly he had thought that she was his mate, maybe, even it hadn't been quite like this.

He had heard Lucius talking about her; ironically they were good friends with the Malfoy. They had a little girl, Pansy, who was Draco's friend, but he had never met her. He'd always wondered, and now that he knew Pansy's birthday, he couldn't wait to meet her; what he'd do afterwards, he wasn't certain.

But never, ever, he had this crazy need. The same one that he had read about how mates felt, or about the alleged need to mark them since the first encounter. And that is exactly what was happening to him. He also wanted to be upfront with her and tell her about his affliction; because he didn't want to fall in love with her and be rejected. He had wanted to ask Sirius, but he was in a bad condition.

"Eleanor, I wasn't able to catch you because you are a bit of a cheater, taking a short cut through a hidden door. Tsk, Tsk, come here sweetheart, I need to tell you something about me. If you still want me after, I will be the happiest wizard on earth. Better stay there."

He moved towards her, taking a deep breath, followed by inhaling and exhaling slowly. He sat on the edge of her double bed and pulled her up on his lap. He held on to her waist, and she leaned her head on his chest.

Intentionally he kept his lips away from her face. After kissing her head a couple times , he started.

"Elly, I am a wizard as you know. I was born to a middle class wizarding family. My mother was born a Halfblood, and my father a Pureblood. They were good people, mostly. But my father had an unfair streak; he wasn't always honest in his business transactions."

He stopped to gather himself. He pushed her towards his knees, her fragrance acted as a drug on Moony. Merlin please help me, Remus prayed.

Remus was wondering if he should continue with his story and decided that it would be better. "One day, my father hired a known werewolf; it was needed to rid his property of a group of nasty rogue werewolves. Fenrir Greyback was his name. The most fierce and dangerous Alpha known in the last hundred years; his family was supposedly murdered by Grindelwald during the Muggle war; and he was never the same afterwards when his reign of terror began." He held her hand after she flinched at the mention of her grandfather.

"They agreed on a price that was fair which my father could perfectly afford. In a matter of days, he had rid our property of the wolves. And my father decided to short change the dangerous werewolf who had risked his life upon my father's request. Fenrir was less than happy," Remus could hardly speak.

He was afraid that with each word, he was killing his chances with Elly. He could not see Elly's face, who already knew where this was going; she had seen the scars when they were deeper.

"Remus, you don't need to say anymore, I don't care, all I want is to love you. One day, when things are more settled you could tell me. I don't want sad stories, I can feel the beast in you, and the children call you wolfy. Later, now, just be a dear and love me big bad wolfy."

Remus could not believe his ears; he now knew his life had taken a different turn. How it happened, he didn't know, however, he was grateful that it had changed. She was right, now it was time to love. "Are you sure, I am not what you think, it isn't romantic, it is a curse."

"You are cursed with a big loving heart; we can deal with the beast, full moons if I am not wrong. Please kiss me." She said again.

In the Children's Room – Bad Ideas-

Story time ended soon enough, and Nurse Robinson added a bit of the amber liquid to her tea as was customary at tea time. And as usual, Frankie was right, she was out in less than a few minutes.

Mimi whispered. "We need to get the jumpers and our bags. I gets them with Traco, and you and Arry get the box of biscuits by Nurse, don't make noise."

They were ready, and as they were leaving, Peat joined them. Hermione didn't want to take him, but she knew that Peat would bark, and the plan would be out.

Draco and Hermione took the lead; Frankie and Harry followed not far behind, still able to see Draco and Mimi up ahead.

Before long, Mimi and Draco had taken one too many turns, through different doors, a couple of short stairways into darkened floors, and finally, they ended up in a dead end. Within three minutes, Harry and Frankie had caught up with them.

The argument started, but Mimi wisely recognized that they were a little lost. A little light came in from the recessed alcoves' windows and also from the bay windows and each end of the hall, but they could see that the area hadn't been used in years.

The patina of disuse was over everything. Draco felt that something was wrong, "Let's yell for Nurse," was his idea. He couldn't determine how long they had walked. In a minute, they were all screaming but nobody heard them. Hermione's plan was to use the service stairs, and to go across the gardens, about half an hour walk to the hunting lodge. It was always full of food, and it had a telly.

"But I know my Oma's home, don't know what happened, " Hermione offered as an excuse. She also knew that one should never use old stairways or force closed double doors as they had just done. The place was very large; it had once housed hundreds of people. During the persecution times, it had also served as a refuge for magical people. There were things about the house that nobody seemed to know. Of course the biggest concern was being closed in a room or falling down, or thru, the rickety, old wooden stairways.

Harry saw a light at the end of the long darkened hallway; it appeared to be a conservatory. "Ah," exclaimed Hermione, "I fink we're at the back of the dropical garden, but maybe not, or it is on the first floor, let's go."

Frankie said, "I don't wants to go that a way, I want my mommy, I'm going back." Peat was growling and also wanting to turn around. After much arguing, Hermione agreed, "Ok, let's go back," but when they turned around to walk back, the hallway was no longer there, and instead there was a wall.

They all decided to stay put, their little hearts beeping with fear. They huddled together with Peat in the middle. Mimi was thinking; she knew there was something she could do, but she could not figure what or how. She was getting sleepy, the others were too, they all held on to each other. At the end of the hall, inside a large room the darkness waited for them to fall asleep.