Twelve years came to pass, and Harry Potter became the most well-loved Potions Professor Hogwarts has ever known. To meet Muggleborns and Halfbloods first years bound for Hogwarts personally was his idea instead of just sending a letter by owl welcoming them to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As a Halfblood, Harry knew how the Muggle World works. Thereby, allowing him a better position to take up wizard-related matters with the parents of the Muggleborn and Halfblood first year students to prep them for their children's education in the Wizarding World. This was the main reason the Hogwarts School Board agreed with his suggestion. Though, deep down inside he thought of this as the only way he can trace the whereabouts of his best friend Hermione Granger. He was hoping that perhaps one day, one of these Muggleborn students will turn out to be Hermione's child. However, he was not ready to what greeted him at the door. A little boy with blonde hair and grey eyes with such striking resemblance to someone he knew. Precisely, one man by the name of Draco Malfoy. Couldn't this be the son of Draco Malfoy who was banished from the Wizarding World some 12 years ago?
"Scorpius, who's at the door, son?" came that all too familiar voice.
"Dad, it's some man. He's dressed kind of weird." The boy replied to his father.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" inquired the fair-headed boy.
"Son, how many times have I told you not to open the doors to strangers? Those paparazzi are everywhere." The child's father reminded his son as he approached the doorway.
Harry was dumbstruck he kept recalling what name Draco Malfoy was given when he was dismissed from their world. He couldn't believe this typical task would take him face to face with his once upon a time enemy. He tried to remember whether Felton was actually the last name provided for Draco Malfoy. He's cursing himself why he didn't pay attention much. Of course, it's understandable he'd only pay attention to Hermione, his best friend.
"I'm Harry Potter. Mr. Felton. I'm from Hogwarts. Your son is qualified to take further studies in our school. Here, is the letter. Can I come in?" Harry introduced himself as he handed the letter to the likeness of his once rival.
"Just call me Drake. Mr. Felton makes me feel old." The platinum-haired man said as they made their way to the living room area.
So, they maintained an aspect to his name. Harry reckoned. No doubt, he's Draco Malfoy in the flesh.
"How is it my son got qualified for this school?" With furrowed brows, the child's father directed his question at Harry.
"You see we have this…"
"What the hell is this?" Drake exclaimed once he read the letterhead that indicated Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "What the fuck is this?"
"Drake, language!" The woman who entered the room demanded. "I can hear your shouting from outside the door. Now what is it that's giving you a fit?"
Merlin! Could it be? No, it couldn't! Harry argued with himself then turned his head to see who just arrived home.
"You see Jean, this man is a con! Hogwarts! I don't even know any school by that name! And hear this! Witchcraft and Wizardry! He's trying to dupe us into letting our son go to this preposterous school! This! This is a fraud!" Drake shouted crumpling the parchment then threw it at Harry's face.
Merlin! He couldn't believe his eyes! It's…! Wait did he just say their son?! As in Scorpius is their son?! Hermione married the Ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy and has a son?!
"Drake, going mad won't get you anywhere. Now let him explain about this. He looks sensible enough." Jean spoke as she tried to persuade her husband to hear Harry out.
"What? Don't tell me, you're falling for the crap this man is telling us!"
"I'm sure there's a valid reason for all of this", his wife countered.
"Yes, but I have to postpone this meeting. I forgot to bring something to help clarify matters with you. I'm certain that will help smooth things out. I'll talk with our Headmistress, and she'll be here to answer all of your questions. Good day, to you." Harry declared abruptly while rushing to the front door.
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"Ginny! Ginny!" Harry called out to his wife.
"What in Merlin's name has gotten into you?"
"I finally found her! Hermione!"
"Really?! That's some absolutely good news! How is she? Did you get to talk to her?"
"In a way, I met her and not sure if this is good news."
"What? Is she sick?"
"No, she's married, and she has a son."
"That's great! What's the bad news, then?"
"She's together with the ferret."
"What?"
"She's married to Malfoy."
"Seriously?!"
"I still can't believe it either. I mean what are the chances that they'd meet each other in the Muggle world and get married! It's not even half of one percent!"
"Merlin! It just occurred to me, if they were married to each other; this means they have satisfied the Marriage Law. They should be accepted back into our society!" Ginny exclaimed enthusiastically.
"We don't know that yet. Is it even possible? They've obliviated them. They know nothing about us. I'll go to the Ministry now and check with Shacklebolt where do we go from here. Can you floo into Hogwarts and inform McGonagall about this latest development? I'll need all the help, I can get."
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"Are you sure, Harry?" The Minister of Magic inquired.
"Yes, I'm absolutely positive. You can go with me to check on them. They have a son. It was coincidence really when I found them. Their son's name was on my Muggleborn Halfblood first year list. That's why I went to their house. I didn't know they're the boy's parents since they don't list the names of the parents only the students".
"This is an unprecedented development. It's never been done to bring back those that we cast out from our world. True, we have the pensieve of memories; but embedding those memories back to the mind has not in any way been successfully done. The result can either be they only remember their past selves and their minds ignore their present selves or their present selves will totally reject those embedded memories of their past selves. Worst thing that could happen is all the memories get mixed up and they end up deranged. It's too risky a procedure". Shacklebolt carefully disclosed to everyone.
"So, we just leave them there?!" Ron burst out standing up in disagreement while Lavender tugged her husband to calm him down.
Ginny delicately expressed her concern, "We can't just let them live their life just like that. They must know the truth somehow. Don't forget their son will be going to Hogwarts. Surely, he'll get wind of what where his parents place in history".
"True. Their son will learn about his parents from the books so one way or another we have to find a way to break it to them" McGonagall interjected.
"This is why the Marriage Law is all bollocks!" Lucius Malfoy fiercely scoffed at them. "See, what they have done us, Narcissa! We have our only son, and they take him away from us. Is this the justice you were flaunting when you were fighting against the Dark Lord? You force people to marry and expel those who don't follow your blasted law. You're no worse than the Dark Lord!" Lucius was fuming. He totally lost his composure. Who wouldn't? He can finally see his son again after all these years and yet they have this massive issue of how to bring his memories back without making his son insane. He has so many things to tell his son. Firstly, apologize to him for his actions.
"Lucius keep your voice down" Narcissa urged her husband.
"What? Will they lock me in Azkaban for yelling at them for their thoughtless decision? I paid my dues, and I can shout all I want. This is about our son, Narcissa."
Harry was astounded. Never in his life had he seen an infuriated Lucius Malfoy. He always looked so extremely cold and in control.
"Lucius, we know the Ministry has shortcomings, too. What happened is entirely unexpected" Arthur pleaded.
"Seriously, Weasley?! What is so unexpected in all these? Don't tell me, you didn't expect my son to get married at some point in his Muggle life and have children who, needless to say, are Halfbloods? Don't tell me, you hoped his child or children would not have enough magical blood in them for them to be admitted into Hogwarts? Do you expect said child or children just to keep mum about their respective parents during vacation?" Lucius continuously castigated them.
"Well, we do have a spell to counteract the children from telling their respective parents about the truth. What we fail to expect, and we're deeply sorry for this is the chance for when Hermione and Draco get married to each other and have an offspring during the time when the Marriage Law was still in effect. Since, the law didn't specifically mention that they have to be married in a Wizard ceremony; technically, they fulfilled the law in a roundabout way" Shacklebolt confided in everyone's presence.
"The question remains. How are we to bring them back to our world?" Harry pointed out to everybody.
"I have an idea!" Luna eagerly volunteered.
All eyes were on Luna. It's no secret that the erstwhile Lovegood woman has some crazy notions no doubt needed for her work as an Unspeakable.
"We can't force those memories in them, but we can jog their memories," Luna remarked as she beamed with delight.
"But, we already took their memories away and preserved it in a pensieve. How would we stimulate it when there's nothing there?" Arthur probed inquisitively.
"I believe though those memories were removed, parts of it linger in the deep recesses of their mind."
"We don't understand dear. Can you explain it to us further?" Narcissa requested.
"Let's see. Ah! That's right! You can think of it as a Horcrux. Something that is a hidden fragment of one's being for the purpose of reviving it later on. Creating said Horcrux which in their case, is the collection of their memories gives them the chance to recover part of their past selves."
"So, how do we reintegrate these past memories? I hope you won't suggest we need to do some dark magic because that will not be allowed under any circumstances," Arthur reminded Luna.
"Of course Mr. Weasley, it's quite simple really. We just let them settle down back here."
"How will they adapt? They don't know they have magical capabilities?" Harry mentioned in retrospect.
"Simple. They'll stay at Malfoy Manor, and we'll teach them the ways of the Wizarding World." Smirking, Lucius asserted confidently.
"And what…you'll poison Hermione's thoughts about Pureblood supremacy?" Ron cut in.
"Oh, please. That's passé. We'll teach her how to be a proper Malfoy." The elder Malfoy claimed mockingly sneering at them.
"That's perfect! We can guise it as a Ministry program to enable the Muggleborn parents to adjust fully with their child's life in the Wizarding World." Narcissa proposed ecstatically. "I really hope they can live with us. I missed my son so much. Rest assure that in our home Hermione will come to no harm." Draco's mother persisted reassuring them at the same time. "Lucius, tell them…", his wife prodded him.
"Fine. You have my word. She won't be in harm's way. She is after all a Malfoy now, wife to Draco and mother to my grand son."
"Sounds fair to me." Harry agreed.
"There you have it. The Boy-Who-Lived agrees. So what do you say, Minister?"
"Harry, you can't be serious. You can't rely on Malfoy's word." Ron contested.
"What do you want, boy? An unbreakable vow? We can do that as well if that's what it takes to convince you people." Lucius conveyed with bitter annoyance.
"We can take them in, right mom?" Ron appealed to his mother to agree with him.
"Sure. They can stay with us. Hermione's family is our family, too." Molly added in compliance.
"No! It's the law that says the woman stays with the husband's family unless the husband doesn't have a family then and only then can they live with the wife's family." Lucius emphasized with a smirk showing he's clearly won this argument.
"Ah…yes, I'm afraid it's the law, Ron. We must stick to it." Shacklebolt declared.
"So it's done. My son's family will stay with us. I'm so excited! I'll personally handle preparing their room and our grandson's, too!" Narcissa revealed happily.
"I'm sorry to burst everyone's bubble but one question remains, though. Will Draco allow his child to study at Hogwarts?" Harry intervened. "You didn't see him. He was absolutely infuriated by the idea of a Wizarding School. He thinks I'm deceiving him."
"Well, we just have to show him about magic. He's a wizard, so is Hermione so we're not breaking any rules when we prove magic to them," the Minister of Magic disclosed.
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Drake was still aggravated. He hates it when his wife gets all-trusting with strangers. It's not his fault that he's suspicious by nature. How can he not be doubtful of everyone's intentions, when he was found unconscious outside of Harrods in Knightsbridge with only a wallet for his identification and everything apparently stolen by whoever mugged him. What's worse was since that incident he developed what the doctor's says as selective amnesia. That's totally bollocks! And to make matters even more dreadful it seems he has no relatives at all or friends to help him remember those displaced memories. It seems he's pretty much a closed off person. Thank heavens he has this somehow substantial inheritance from his parents enough to live off for about a decade because he's totally at a lost on what he's doing prior to that happening. The only best thing that came after what looks like something which resembles a living nightmare was when he met Jean one evening at the Oxford University library. He just came from soccer practice when he remembered he has a paper to submit the following day so he hurriedly went to the university library to do some rushed research for his paper. The only book he needed was just borrowed a few minutes before he came in. Out of desperation he shouted the name in the hope that whoever it was, was still inside the library. The heavens must be looking out for him when a beautiful brunette with gorgeous curly locks approached him immediately. What he didn't expect was that woman was looking daggers at him while she dragged him across the end of the hall to a small office then severely berated him for disturbing the peace inside the library. He profusely apologized justifying the stunt he made. Nope, Jean Watson didn't borrow the book; she was some sort of university scholar who's assigned to help out in the library. She has this know-it-all attitude which he actually disliked because even though she helped him acquire a digital copy of the book, she was short of nagging him along the way. Like how he being the best goal keeper the university had in a long time was no excuse to act like he owns the place shouting inside the library just to verify if the person who borrowed the book remained in the library. She's all about rules and he's all about winging it. They're totally poles apart but as the saying goes opposite poles attract and that most likely applied to them.
"Dear, didn't you hear, dinner is ready," Jean approached him one hand on her waist.
"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking. I'll be right down."
"What's that you're holding? Oh, it's that parchment you threw at Mr. what's-his-name's face. I never got to see what it says. I thought you trashed it or burned it. You were like boiling mad earlier. Let me take a look." She grabbed the paper but his husband put his other hand over hers and took the paper away from her prying eyes.
"It's nonsense Jean. Just leave it at that."
"Fine. Just go down and stop brooding over that."
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Dinner was through when they heard the doorbell rang. Scorpius jumped at his seat and took a peek by the window to see who it was.
"Dad, it's that man again and he's with some other weird-looking people" his son informed him.
"Sit down Drake, I'll take care of it. You're in no mood to receive guests. I'll just tell them to come by tomorrow."
"Try telling them to come by like…never."
Jean walked outside then came back a minute after. "See they're reasonable people. I told them we're not interested in whatever they're offering since you're so adamant about it and they went on their way."
They heard a crack and saw the same four people inside their living room. The man with the scar on the side of his forehead came with three other people; one redhead woman smiling directly at Jean, a black-haired old woman and a black broad-shouldered man wearing a single gold hoop earring on his left ear.
"What the hell are you all doing here? How in the hell were you able to come inside?!" Drake yelled at them.
"Calm down. Mr. Felton, we mean no harm," spoke Mr. What's-His-Name.
"Again, I'm Harry Potter and she's Ginny Weasley, Headmistress McGonagall and Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt," Harry introduced his companions.
"Are you seriously sticking with your ridiculous story about this Hogwarts thing? Read my lips, I'm not buying it!"
This time the old woman with the pointy-hat spoke, "Listen Mr. Felton, you seem to be a smart man. Can you tell me, how were we able to bypass your gate and locked door if not by magic?"
"It's a trick! An illusion!" Drake shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Look whoever you are, can you vacate the premises? You're not welcome here. I already told you we're not interested in whatever it is that you're offering. You're making my husband more outraged by the minute, so please leave now. We won't report this to the authorities. You seem to know the way in, so you know the way out." Jane appealed to their unwelcome guests.
This time, it was Shacklebolt who tried to convince the couple with that deep reaffirming tone of his, "Mrs. Felton, you seem to be the more reasonable one. Just give us some time to explain and show you that magic does exist and your son here, Scorpius is a young wizard who needs to attend Hogwarts to hone this skill."
"Get out! Get out! Do I have to spell it out to you? Get out before I call the police! Scorp, get my phone, we're calling the police now."
Looking apologetic, the redhead stated, "I'm sorry. I've cast a silencing spell around the perimeter of your house so no sound will pass through. Not even your phone calls will make it out."
Another crack was heard, this time a pale, pointed face with pale blond hair and cold grey eyes older man carrying a walking stick with a snake head appeared followed by another older, slim and very pale woman with blue eyes and long blonde hair.
"Lucius!" All four guests blurted out loudly.
This caught Drake's attention. Though they say staring at someone isn't good behavior, it definitely doesn't apply when you have unwanted guests. He stared at the older man they called Lucius. He imparts an aristocratic air in him same with the older woman who appeared shortly after him.
"What?" Lucius scoffed at the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Why are you here?" Harry demanded.
"Why to welcome our house guests of course!"
"And pray tell why should you welcome us? This is my house!"
"Not this pitiful excuse of a house boy."
"My house, your family will be staying at my ancestral home, Malfoy Manor."
"And where is this Manor you proudly claim is yours?"
"Why here in Wiltshire, of course!"
"We've lived here in Wiltshire for five years and we don't know any Malfoy Manor. So, apparently like these four people, you're lying as well."
"Ah. But I'm saying the truth. No Muggles have seen it. It's cast with an invisibility spell and only family members and guests will be able to cross its barriers."
"Alright, this is enough. All of you get out of my house right this instant!" Drake ordered.
"Accio drinking glass!" Lucius commanded and right before their very eyes, the drinking glass on their cupboard presented itself on the palm of his hand.
"That's cool! How did you do that?" The boy responded in amazement.
"Aguamenti!" Narcissa added and the glass was shortly filled with water.
"Evanesco!" Lucius retorted back then the glass of water disappeared.
For some reason, Harry joined in and called out directing the spell at Scorpius, "Wingardium Leviosa!" Then, Scorpius floated in mid-air.
"Do you believe in magic now?" Lucius asked with a smug look on his face.
"Dad! Dad! I want to learn how to do those things! Can I Dad? Can I Mom?" The boy pleaded with his parents.
"So, it's done! You'll move in with us tomorrow." Narcissa proclaimed overjoyed.
"What? We haven't even given our permission, yet." Drake reacted in opposition.
"Please Mom, Dad! I really want to do all those things! I promise I'll be on my best behavior! I'll come on top of the class! Please! Please!"
Jean and Drake looked at each other and nodded their heads.
"You're the best parents…EVER! I'm so lucky I have you both!" Scorpius jumped with joy then kissed his parents.
Lucius and Narcissa gazed at the sight before them. Harry caught on to this. He observed there was this kind of longing and satisfaction that was so evident from the older Malfoy couple no matter how much they tried to hide it. He guessed that somehow Malfoy's parents are actually happy with how their son's life turned out to be despite being in the Muggle World. Harry had his skepticism, too which was unavoidable when he first discovered who his best friend married.
"Is it necessary for us parents to stay with you? I feel like we're intruding." Jean voiced out in hesitation.
"It's alright, dear. We think of you already as one of the family. Don't we Lucius?" Narcissa slight nudged at his husband.
"That's right. We lost our only son some years ago so I hope we can treat each other as family." Lucius continued sadly.
"Oh. I'm sorry about that. Drake and I are orphans, too. So, we know how it must feel like."
"In fact, why don't you call us Mother and Father. We can be your surrogate parents in the Wizard World, and you little boy can call me Nana Cissa. How does it sound?" A bit teary-eyed Narcissa suggested to the surprise of everyone.