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"If you have never contemplated suicide then you have never been in love. If you have never contemplated murder then you have never been divorced."

Shinkals, Nargles, and Hupuperdinks

Daemion took the brass key from his sister's trembling fingers and shoved it non too gently in the rusted lock. As tumblers turned, unlocking the door, Lunette took several steps further down the hall, away from the door. Haydn stepped up, and the once Slytherin eased the door open slowly.

The hinges were old, rusted over with time, and the oak door squeaked loudly in the deafening silence. Wands out, Haydn entered first, eyes sweeping franticly over the tiny single-bed room. Daemion entered seconds after him and went to check the bathroom as Haydn opened the closet.

Room thirteen was clear, no enemies hid within the shadows. Their actions may have been borderline paranoia, but old habits die hard. Besides, such actions were the only reason all three of them had survived the War...constant vigilance and such.

Lunette glided into the room just as her brothers came to the conclusion it was safe. Daemion exited the small plain bathroom and watched the once Ravenclaw dance about the room, her keen eyes observing every miniscule detail. Haydn too seemed to observe her before he held up his pale white wand and cast a few detection spells. When everything came back negative he immediately started casting heavy privacy wards, half of them without a wand.

"Tsk, tsk, Haydn," Lunette's voice floated over to him. She was right, tsk tsk indeed. They all needed to get back into the habit of casting spells with a wand. Wandless magic was a rare sight in the European Wizarding World. The last thing they needed was to stand out, well more than necessary at least.

Haydn had the decency to look chastised. Cheeks turning crimson he snapped at them to hide his embarrassment. "The room is clear."

Way to state the obvious. Lunette gave him a dubious expression and Haydn glanced around the room, searching for what he missed. When he came up empty handed his now aquamarine eyes landed on Daemion's desperately. Daemion just cocked his head to the side in confusion. He had no idea what they had missed either.

With a heavy sigh, Haydn gave Lunette a hopeless look and his sister raised an eyebrow in response. Another suffering sigh escaped his pale pink lips before he dared to ask her, "What am I missing?"

"Why the Hupuperdink infestation of course," Lunette answered with a serious face and disbelief in her voice.

Daemion and Haydn shared a look. Disbelief indeed. How dare they miss the Hupuperdink infestation. "Huperdink, little sister?"

The question was asked with incredulity and a pale silver eyebrow raised. Lunette turned to Daemion who had voiced the question with a look of her own. Amusement was shining heavily in her once silver blue eyes. She obviously knew something they didn't, but that wasn't anything knew.

"Hup-up-er-dink," each syllable was annunciated and she said the word as a statement as if it explained everything. To her it might have been obvious, but they just weren't getting it. A smile curled upon her lips, sometimes it was just too easy. "Small pixie like spirits," again it was stated like an explanation. Again the two boys were clueless. "They usually infest reflective surfaces to steal people's image and cause mischief."

Lunette sighed dreamily at the men-no, boys, clueless looks as they attempted to make sense of her mostly one sided conversation. Taking pity on them, she nodded her head to the giant mirror attached to the dresser.

Finally realization dawned in their eyes and Haydn got to work on casting privacy and secrecy charms on the mirror. How could they have forgotten about the talking mirrors in the Leaky Cauldron? They probably reported any strange or interesting behavior to the pub owner. Daemion returned to the bathroom and started casting the same charms on the mirror above the sink as his once enemy.

Once he was finished, and the mirror couldn't talk about anything to anyone, Daemion walked over to the claw tub and started to fill it with hot, almost scalding water. As it was filling, he stripped and entered the bathtub. It was a reasonable size, and Daemion could stretch out comfortably.

Seconds later his siblings joined him in the blissful water and he was happy that it wasn't cramped. If they had their old bodies, fitting three into that tub would have been near impossible, but in their miniaturized states it was quite comfortable. Haydn shifted closer to him and as Daemion leaned against the porcelain wall the once Boy-Who-Lived lay in between his legs and rested his head upon the pale chest. Lunette grabbed a hand towel and started to clean Haydn slowly as Daemion ran his hands through the damp hair of his brother.

It was intimate but not sexual. He wasn't even sure if he could get hard in this body. At that moment, the contact was one of comfort. Nothing about it was awkward as they had seen each other naked many times before. A year after the Last Battle, in which they had failed, Draco and Luna had gotten together underneath the stars in China when they were hiding out in the Muggle World. Harry had seen and respectively given them their space. Luna, on the other hand, had not been content with it and had shoved the once Malfoy heir and Savior of the Wizarding World together again and again.

One day, nearly six months later, it had been too much and Draco had shoved an unresisting Harry against the stone wall in the middle of a heated argument and proceeded to shove his tongue down his friend's throat. Harry had been very responsive and quite vocal as the blonde dragged him to the bed and then repeatedly shagged him into oblivion.

Daemion felt his groin tighten as his cock twitched at the memory. Suppressing his arousal, he was oddly satisfied to find out that yes, he could still get a boner. Haydn shifted upon him as he felt his brother's reaction against his stomach. Daemion hushed him, fingertips dancing across the exposed back to calm him down.

He could feel the scars on that decorated the skin beneath his hand. Daemion clenched his eyes shut to rid himself of the gruesome images…memories, fluttering behind his eyelids. They all had scars. Glancing over at Lunette who was now washing herself, their aquamarine eyes locked together before his traveled upon her exposed body.

A long thin scar ran from underneath her left breast…well, where her breast would be once they developed, and curved along her ribs. He knew it ended just before reaching her spine. He had spent many nights tracing it with his fingers and tongue.

One of her hands dragged the soapy wash cloth along her arm and his eyes were drown to her wrists. There were scars there too. They were so faint that you had to be looking for them in order to find them. Daemion had similar marking on his wrists as well. It was from being bound, tightly, over an extended period of time. Haydn's wrists were scarred deeply from where he had been nailed to a wall, like some twisted martyr.

Daemion brought his mind back to the present, he didn't want to think about those scars anymore. Once again his eyes met Lunette's and she gave him a whispery smile. It was the same smile Luna had given him when she found him with Harry on the bed beneath him and Draco buried to the hilt in his ass. It wasn't sad, nor accepting, it was happy, understanding, with a little smugness. After that night they had all become closer then blood and inseparable.

It was strange, Draco had thought she would have been mad, upset, maybe even a little sad. He had started to panic and started to pull out of Harry to begin a litany of useless apologies, but she had just smile that smile and turned to leave. Just before she crossed the threshold, she turned and said in that ever calm and dreamy voice, "You may have him for the rest of the night, but tomorrow, little dragon, he is mine." It seemed she was only slightly upset that he didn't think to share.

Draco had been beyond shocked and had only been brought back to the present when Harry started to wiggle and gyrate in impatience. A lot like he was doing now. Daemion cursed softly as his dick stood half mass, pressed tightly to Haydn's stomach. No wonder he had been shifting.

Haydn shifted again before trailing his hand sown Daemion's torso to help relieve his brother of his problem. But before he could get even halfway down the pale and surprisingly sculpted torso, a hand stopped his and he looked up startled. Daemion just shook his head and then tilted it towards Lunette. The meaning got across clearly, they had things to discuss, his problem could wait.

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Lunette was humming softly to herself as the Magic danced around them. She felt tendrils reaching for her but most of it was condensed around her brothers. The Magic around them was aroused and full of lust. She smiled lightly as she felt the water shifting around them before stilling.

A soapy wash cloth went down her side and across her underdeveloped chest before that stilled as well. Glancing up, she saw two pairs of identical aquamarine eyes staring fixedly upon her. The arousal within the Magic dispersed and Lunette sighed as she straightened. It seemed there would be no fun for her tonight, her boys wanted answers.

Lunette cocked a pale delicate eyebrow before she bowed her head in compliance. Rising fluidly from the tub, water trailing off her too young to underdeveloped body and stepped onto the bathmat. Glancing back upon the two boys another smile danced upon her pale pink lips. "I need to collect the Strangingthers, as they have stolen my thoughts. A few minutes should suffice." Lunette collected her clothes leisurely before walking into the bedroom, a wet trail marking her way as she had not dried off. Her brothers would join her soon after they had a much needed moment together.

A dreamy knowing smile flitted across her face as water sloshed, quiet grunts, and a few not so quiet moans met her sensitive ears. Right now they needed each other and she was perfectly fine with that.

Many people had asked them about their unorthodox relationship before, back when they had been Draco, Luna, and Harry. Luna usually left their question unanswered as she did not think it anything strange. Soon people learned not to ask her. Harry and Draco on the other hand constantly found themselves in the middle of a pseudo answer before realizing that there simply was no explanation. They just were what they were.

Their relationship worked because they worked. All three of them have known each other since they were eleven, but came together as best friends when they were fifteen, fourteen in Luna's case. With Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom, they became the most effective Strategic Assassination Tactical Unit conducted within the Black Ops of Auror's. They were even more lucrative then the Unspeakables.

Halfway through their sixth year, Voldemort's inner circle had been cut by a quarter and many of his allies found themselves without vital appendages…mainly their heads. Sadly it was not enough, and a year and a half later the War was over. To the victor went the spoils, and the Dark Lord took everything.

Neville died two months before the Final Battle, protecting St. Mangos from total destruction…he did not succeed. Hermione and her fiancé Ron…well, she didn't want to think about it.

They had lost everything in the War, but now…now they had a chance to get it all back. It would be strange and different. They were different, but it would be back…they would be back.

The noises from the bathroom ended and Lunette sighed softly to herself. Pulling the chest out of her cloak pocket, she quickly un-shrunk it and got dressed in a nightgown. She had to shrink it of course, because she was now much smaller. Sitting in front of the vanity she started to brush her unfamiliar hair just as her brothers joined her.

They exited the bathroom, steam billowing out from behind them, dressed in sleeping pants riding low upon their pale hips. Glancing over at them she came to the conclusion that they were far less stressed, more relaxed, now tired, and definitely not wearing any underwear…not that she minded of course.

Moving away from the vanity, Lunette was going to offer them the brush but changed her mind when they towel dried and then used their fingers to comb their hair. They were giving her that look again, the one that said 'give me answers now.' Smiling wirily, Lunette took a seat upon the single queen size bed, Haydn and Daemion joined her a moment later.

Silence rang around the room for several minutes, the boys staring expectantly at their sister while she gazed right back, a knowing smile curling upon her lips, and amusement twinkling in her now aquamarine eyes. Finally it was broken by Haydn, who had never learned the value of patience like the others.

His voice was calm and tone was steady. Even then he still came across a little angry. "What the Hell was that?"

The smile did not leave Lunette's pale lips and her amusement seemed infinite. "What the Hell was what?"

Words seemed to fail Haydn as he spluttered in a very undignified way. After several seconds Daemion took pity on him. "What our dear Haydn means, little sister, is what was that downstairs. You know Tom is going to contact the Order and inconsequentially Dumbledore. And in by doing so, drawing attention to ourselves…attention we don't want, attention we all agreed we don't want."

Daemion's tone was not aggressive, he was generally very curious, even so, Lunette took her own sweet time to answer. The once Malfoy placed a calming hand upon Haydn's shoulder when the other started to shift restlessly. His brother stilled immediately upon contact and they waited in a passive comforting silence as their sister gathered her thoughts. Very rarely did she take so long to answer something, but her words were laced with hidden meaning behind strange structures within a riddle. It seemed this time she was attempting to give them a straight answer.

"There has been an unforeseen side-effect caused by our gallivanting. Plans have changed," the unforeseen side effect being their de-aged miniaturized selves of course. But she was right, their plan needed to change. Just once though, it would be nice if Lunette had informed her brothers of the plan before putting it into action.

Haydn waited patiently for several more minutes before realizing his dreamy eyed sister had said her piece and was going to say no more. They were forced to await for an explanation for the better part of twenty minutes and her entire explanation consisted of one sentence, the content of which they were already knew. Haydn loved Lunette dearly, but right now he wanted to hex her into next week…or be juvenile and give her the silent treatment. He ended up doing neither.

"Changed to what," unlike Daemion, his voice was borderline aggressive. "What have you seen, Lunette? What aren't you telling us?"

He wasn't expecting an answer, not really. So he wasn't disappointed when the pale girl replied, "The Shinkal's know much, but what they wish to bestow upon the Nargles remain entirely up to them."

Haydn was trying really hard not to get angry, but he was failing. He hated nothing more than information being withheld from him. Daemion quickly stepped in, trying to stop the impending fight. He already knew how it would end anyways. Haydn would get mad and yell, Lunette would smile her dreamy smile and reply with made up fantasies and cryptic nonsense with in which Haydn would yell some more. And around in circles it went.

"The attention," he started, successfully breaking the tension in the room and drawing his siblings away from each other, "is it necessary?"

Lunette's dreamy all knowing glazed eyes were even more creepy in the startling aquamarine color then her ice blue. "Yes," she replied as if it was the end of the discussion, and it was. They rearranged themselves in the bed, climbing under the thick downy comforter and sheets in order to sleep. Bodies flopping, limbs entangled, pillows hogged…they were the perfect picture of contentment.

Daemion was lying closest to the door, since Lunette had taken his usual position nearest to the window, while an emotionally compromised Haydn slept in the middle, sandwiched between the only two who held his heart. That morning Daemion's dreams were filled with images that would leave him with a little problem that the others would happily take care of when they awoke. Lunette would dream of a thousand futures and millions of possibilities while Haydn would not dream at all.