A/N: I managed to get this chapter done this week! Yay me! Last week was busy and I didn't get ANY writing done. It was my birthday (looking at you margaritas) and then I had a friend in town for a few days.

So, you are going to get this chapter. I loved it. About to see a side of Milo and Scorpius we have yet to see!

Alright, more notes at the end...

Chapter 14: The Pensieve

"Do not touch anything that you haven't been given express permission to do so." Mila at least had the decency to flush as her mother eyed her saying this. "Don't go into any rooms besides the library, your own chambers, the kitchen, or the pool room. I swear to Merlin, no flying, there is no one here to supervise you and if you get hurt no one can heal you. Don't go in the restricted section in the library. I personally drew the age line at the front, I'll know if you cross it." For this, she at least looked at all three children instead of just Mila. "Listen to your brother, Milo, he's in charge." Hermione finished again letting her gaze fall over all three kids.

Hermione, the twins and Scorpius were standing in the foyer getting ready to part ways for the day. Hermione was skeptical about leaving the children unsupervised, even though Malfoy had assured her that they would be fine with Pip. Mila had to agree with Malfoy on this one. They were all perfectly mature and didn't require someone watching over them every moment to keep them out of trouble.

"Why is Milo in charge! I'm the oldest!" Mila protested, mostly out of principle.

"By twenty minutes," Milo muttered next to her.

"I'll try to not be gone long," Hermione said, ignoring the twins. "Malfoy set up this appointment with an exterminator thinking he wouldn't have to work, and they couldn't reschedule." Hermione explained for the hundredth time since Malfoy's assistant had shown up with some crisis.

The plan had been that the odd family would spend the day together. Scorpius had spent the day before with his Aunt Daphne for Boxing Day, and it had allowed for Malfoy to have someone on one time with the twins. Well, one on two.

The trio had spent the entire day practicing Quidditch in the indoor pitch that was at Malfoy Manor. With Hermione having the appointment to clear out the Doxies today, Malfoy had promised all three kids that they'd spend their day in his potion's lab.

Mila wanted to absorb as much information as possible from the potions master to finally best Milo in class. Milo, on the other hand, had found a potion that their professor had said was too dangerous for a third year to try. Milo had tried it out anyway and ended up in the infirmary for two days after inhaling poisonous fumes. For whatever reason, Malfoy had agreed to help Milo brew the potion and find out where he'd gone wrong with his first attempt.

It appeared that Scorpius also possessed the natural potions talent and wanted to test his skills against his father's. Malfoy had detailed journals from his youth, laying out his private brewing that Scorpius had been comparing himself against since he was eight. Mila, who did not inherit this particular gene, had sworn to herself that she was going to work twice as hard to best all of them. She was nothing, if not ambitious.

All those plans went up in the air when some stern looking woman walked through the Floo announcing that she needed Malfoy right then. A whispered conversation in the next room commenced, before Malfoy came back and told them of the change of plans. An apology and promise that the following day he would work with them in his lab and then he was gone.

"We're thirteen, Scorp is eleven, and Pip is here to make sure we don't curse ourselves or play with any dark artifacts. We'll be fine for the day hanging out, probably just laying out next to the indoor pool. It has diving boards and a water slide," Mila said, rolling her eyes at her mother.

"Are you sure? I can try and reschedule…" Hermione began before Mila cut her off.

"And leave those Doxies in the house that much longer? No, I don't think so. Who knows how much stuff we'll already have to replace? Go, we'll be fine. Promise," Mila told her with a bright smile. Milo had the sense to lift the corner of his mouth into a tight smile and Scorpius had been absorbed in his book and didn't look up.

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll be back by dinner, Malfoy said he wasn't sure how long he would be out. I love you," Hermione told them, kissing each child on the top of their heads. One last backwards glance and another 'behave' then Hermione was gone in a flash of green.

"Alright," Mila announced, turning towards her brothers. "Where should we explore first?"

"I thought you wanted to go swimming?" Scorpius asked looking up from his book. Milo had already dropped his head into his hands muttering 'why me?'

"What, no. I hate swimming. I like laying out to tan, but I can't tan next to an indoor pool." Milo was now looking up towards the ceiling whispering a prayer. "You can stop being so dramatic, Milo. You are just as curious as I am to explore."

"We can't get into the potions lab…Dad would be really mad if he found out we went in there." Scorpius said, a worried look in his eyes.

Mila stepped forward and patted her hand to his cheek. "Silly little brother, I don't want to die. I only want to get better at potions to beat Milo here. That's what he would want to do," Milo shrugged his shoulders in agreement with her statement. "No, I think maybe we could find someplace more interesting and less dangerous." Standing back up, Mila rubbed her hand against her chin. A snap of her fingers and she had the boys' attention again.

"Let's look at his study!" Turning towards the stairs, Mila already knew exactly where it was located. She'd been by to visit Malfoy a few times since the start of their holiday. She'd memorized the charms that she'd seen him use to ward his office and knew exactly what she needed to do to break in.

The brothers followed, having a whispered conversation behind their sister. Neither could deny that they were also curious about what their father kept in his office, but not enough to go snooping through his things. Scorpius had always stayed away because his father had impressed on him the importance of respecting people's personal space. Milo simply didn't want to know what was hidden in that study. The less he knew, the better in his opinion. Alas, Mila was the leader and as long as it wasn't life or death the boys were resigned to follow whatever she decided to do.

Soon they were outside the study and Mila pulled out her wand and began taking down the flimsy wards, shaking her head at the lack of security in place. She smirked, getting to spend time in a magical household was great for being able to use magic outside of school. If she didn't have Malfoy blood in her, it wouldn't have mattered because they wouldn't have been able to enter without being invited in. As it was, because the three children were Malfoys, they easily passed through the final ward. It didn't matter how many times she'd entered his private study; the grand dark furniture was always an impressive sight. The large portrait of a stoic Malfoy and Scorpius hanging over the fireplace, with both dressed in all black, always made her chuckle. The first time she'd joined Malfoy in here he'd said that he intended to commission an updated family portrait to include herself and Milo with him and Scorpius. Mila had made a joke that she'd make sure to have her funeral robes ready for it.

"Alright, Mila. Now that we're here, what do you want to look at? His finances – how many businesses he owns, what type of charities he donates to every year? Seriously, this is probably one of your dumbest ideas," Milo was grumbling as he opened a liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of firewhisky. Taking the top off he sniffed it before pouring himself a small drink in one of the crystal tumblers sitting out on a tray.

"No, I want to see what the fuck he has in here about our mothers or his marriage." Mila said, as she pricked her finger and dropped a few drops of blood onto a drawer in his desk. Once it opened, she began flipping through the documents that seemed to just be about inheritance. Boring.

When the silence continued, Mila looked up and saw that Milo and Scorpius were staring at her with their mouths slightly open. "Milo, put the cigarette back and shut your mouth. We're not stealing from him; we're just looking for information."

"You want to find my parents' marriage contract? But, why?" Scorpius asked as Milo disregardedMila's instructions and lit the cigarette and inhaled before coughing heavily.

"Something feels off about this whole situation. Don't you think it's weird that he would have told her off and ended a relationship with her and gotten married not too long after? Mum told us that Malfoy knew she was pregnant with us, and then abandoned us until we were thirteen. Now look at him, he wants to be a father to us with no questions. Hell, the man never even asked for a paternity test for either of us, just accepted that we were his." Mila said, looking at Scorpius, she gave him a small smile. "Nothing against your mum, but I have to know. You see the two of them with each other, there's still chemistry there. I want to know what happened."

Turning her back on her brothers, Mila began searching again. Scoprius moved over to study the bookshelf and Milo continued to rummage through the liquor cabinet, sniffing and testing as he went. He even tried one of the cigars he found, coughing so hard that Mila put a silencing spell on him.

Moving to the cabinet behind Malfoy's desk, Mila let out a low whistle. "Jack pot," the teen whispered looking at the pensieve in front of her. She could see in it a loop of her younger mother looking around an entrance. "I think I found something," she called out over her shoulder before turning back to the silvery wisps in front of her. Documents had been shoved onto the shelves, as if they weren't normally stored there.

Picking them up, Mila was pleased to see that she was right in finding something good. A marriage contract dated on her mother's birthday with Malfoy's and a few other signatures. A bundle of letters addressed to Malofy, making negotiations for a contract with Winston Greengrass, all seeming to just be repeating the same things.

"What do you think the memory is?" Milo asked, coming up behind her looking into the pensieve. "Do you know who Winston Greengrass is? Look at all this correspondence he sent."

"What about my grandfather?" Scorpius asked, walking up to his siblings. He took the letters from Milo and started flipping through them before turning even paler than his usual shade as he read them.

Neither Mila nor Milo had any idea what the purpose of those letters were, but it appeared Scorpius knew. "Where are the responses from my dad? They would have been kept with these."

"That and a marriage contract are the only things here, I mean besides the pensieve." Mila told him.

There was a bit of a pause while Scorpius finished reading the letters his grandfather had sent Malfoy before the youngest sibling spoke up again. "I want to see that memory, if you don't mind." He said, looking up to the twins. "I agree with Mila, this is…wrong." Holding up the letters that he'd been reading to show his siblings. "I've read about pureblood marriage contracts and the negotiations and laws involved. Dad's replies should be here too, since he's been head of house since 1998. All these are referencing what the Greengrass family wanted to be entitled to upon my mother's untimely…anyway, in the face that a Lord Malfoy would perish without an heir and leaving behind his wife, they'd have his written word of negotiations to come back to as reference to prove the contract wasn't a fake. That's why they would have been required to be kept with the contract."

The twins exchanged a look before Mila shrugged. The kid was not kidding when he said this is what he'd studied with his mother. "Alright, so Malfoy just what? Never responded to any of it. What if they just got lost or misplaced?" Mila asked.

"Unless Dad gave the lawyer permission to get rid of them, which is highly unlikely, then it's possible he never responded. Any contract negotiations couldn't be lost, they'd be charmed otherwise. Seriously, there's special parchment you use and everything." Scorpius explained, his cheeks turning a bit pink. "Anyway, are you both ready? I'd like to get this done before Dad or your mum gets back and catches us." He asked, stepping forward and gripping the stone basin.

"Uh, yeah, let's do this." Mila said, grabbing Milo by the arm and dragging him forwards. "Together?" She asked her half-brother. Scorpius paused for only a moment before nodding, and then the three of them dipped their heads and were transported into the memory.

"Draco?" Mila heard her mother's voice call out into the dark entrance filled to the brim with boxes. "DRACO!" she screamed as she was thrown from the entrance and blocked out of the front door with the shimmer of wards keeping her from re-entering the space the children now stood. "DRACO!" Mila felt herself getting sick as she watched her mother's tear-stricken face, standing in the doorway she looked an absolute mess.

Strong arms wrapped around her as Milo moved between her and a dark chuckle, she hadn't first heard coming down the hall that was cast in shadows. Mila reached out and pulled Scorpius closer to her as they watched their father emerging from the darkness. Even with this being a memory and they knew he couldn't see them, much less harm them, his presence was ominous. "Draco, please, what was that letter? I'm so confused, and I don't know what's going on." Hermione cried out from the hall. "Please, Draco, say something. I'm begging you."

"It's their breakup. She gave him the memory of their breakup," Mila muttered to no one in particular, squeezing Scorpius for comfort. As their father stepped into the light, Mila gasped at the look on her father's face. The sheer memory of him sent the teen cowering even further into her brother's side, while pulling her younger brother with her.

"Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?" Hermione called out from the hallway.

"She doesn't believe it's him…" Mila said, continuing to comment while both boys stayed shocked into silence from watching the events unfolding in front of them.

Chuckling, Malfoy couldn't take his eyes off their mother. "Ask me anything, mudblood," at the use of the word, Scoprius gasped and covered his mouth.

"What did you tell me before we left Siberia?"

"2003 is going to be our best year. Then I kissed you for the first time before our portkey, a dingy brown glove missing its pointer finger, took us back to the Ministry." Mila turned to watch her mother's face. Her jaw dropped open, indicating that this was clearly the correct answer and more.

"Are you under the imperius? Please, Draco, let me help you." At this, Malfoy stepped forward through the wards until the tip of Hermione's wand was pressed firmly into his chest.

"I don't think we need to watch anymore of this," Milo whispered as their mother cast a Finite, still not changing anything about Malfoy.

At the second use of the word mudblood, Milo took the elbows of both his siblings and pulled them from the pensieve. Just as they were falling away from the scene, Mila could hear Malfoy shouting "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME, YOU FILTH!"

The trio landed back in front of the cabinet that the pensieve was being stored in. Scorpius stood next to Mila, his body trembling after watching his father acting like a monster. Mila wrapped her arms around the younger boy, trying her best to soothe him, but the experience had left her rattled as well. "Well, now we know why mum didn't go out of her way to bring us together." Mila muttered, still running her fingers through the fine hairs on the top of Scorpius' head.

"Merlin, and I tricked her into coming here and spending the holiday with him." Mila couldn't help but feel disgusted with herself and Malfoy. He'd been awful to her mother. He'd called her names and tore her down. Hermione had gone through the steps to verify his identity, and it had been him. It was a wonder why she would even want to do anything nice for him now, even after all these years had passed.

Mila had really and truly been a fool into believing that she might be able to have a relationship with Malfoy. An even bigger one for thinking that her parents could possibly get back together.

"You don't use your eyes, do you?" The snap of Milo's voice at her pulled Mila from her inner turmoil. She looked up at her twin with her eyes narrowed and he only rolled his in response.

"What are you talking about?" Mila hissed at her brother, as Scorpius' body was slowly beginning to relax in her arms. "You saw him, he was a monster. He degraded her and called her that name. If you hadn't pulled us out early, I'm sure that it would have only gotten worse."

"Of course, it would have gotten worse, Mila. He was clearly drugged!" Milo stated, as if she were an idiot. "Did you not notice the golden tinge to his jaw line?" He asked, looking between his two siblings, who both shook their heads. No, they hadn't noticed that detail.

"Honestly, you are both supposed to be bright. Clearly our mother neglected to notice it as well, seeing as she was a blubbering mess. Hopefully Malfoy would have seen the signs, as he's a potions master and all," Milo said. He rolled his eyes as he walked over and plucked the marriage contract up.

"If this was signed the same day he was drugged, it'll be void and the Greengrass family will lose…damn. They must have known about…well anyway. They added in a clause that the Malfoy family would pay a sizable amount if an heir was produced as a result of the union." Milo finished reading, not looking up at Scorpius.

"Do you know what he was drugged with, Milo?" Mila asked, trying to take the attention off the fact that Scorpius' mother had shit parents who sold her off like livestock.

"Uh, oh. Yeah, I just recognized the symptom from my advanced potions book…I just can't recall what potion it is exactly." Milo said, looking down and shuffling his feet now.

"Well, go get the book so we can look it up," Mila prompted her brother. Only, from the way he was behaving she had an idea what his next response would be.

"Well, you see, the thing is…" Milo started.

"You stole it from the restricted section and got it confiscated, didn't you?" Mila asked, putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot in annoyance.

"Um, not exactly. I nicked the book from that Knockturn bookstore you and Jack took me to last summer. Professor Parkinson confiscated it after I brewed an anti-memory potion. Sort of spilled a bit and a first year forgot who he was and thought he was a chicken for an afternoon. Luckily the kid didn't drink any and only inhaled the fumes." Milo, for being the responsible twin, was not very responsible when it came to curbing his curiosity with potions.

"You turned a first year into a chicken?" Scorpius asked, looking in awe of his brother.

"No, I accidentally made him think he was a chicken. To be fair, I wasn't trying to test it on anyone. I had a diagnostic charm to check the brain activity on the mice to see if they forgot they'd eaten. The chicken bit was unexpected."

"And people think I'm the terrifying twin…" Mila muttered, shaking her head at her brother. "Alright, so we can't use your book. What now?"

"I bet Dad has a copy in the library. He has a whole potions section, and there's always the restricted section too." Scorpius chimed in.

"You think he'd, have it?" Milo asked, perking up at the prospect of getting his hands on that book again.

"If he doesn't, we could always order it. Dad doesn't pay attention to any receipts that come in," Scorpius said. The twins gave each other a look before turning their attention back to their younger brother. "I don't typically order things, but occasionally I can't find a reference book and I have to order it in. I made a questionable request on the family account this last summer and he never mentioned anything about it."

"Sure…" Mila said, trying to hide her smirk from her brothers, clearly neither was as innocent as they liked others to believe. How, Slytherin. "How can we look in the restricted section without Mum finding out? She said she personally drew the age line, and they work. She has one around her liquor cabinet." She explained, nodding her head towards where Milo had been going through Malfoy's.

"Oh, Pip can get anything we're looking for. Just we can't use the ledger otherwise Dad and your mum will know that we were looking in there." Scorpius said, looking over at Milo who was leaning against the large desk. "Just tell Pip the name of the book and we can send her to grab it."

"Uh, yeah. I'm not sure what the title was. It was an old book, and the cover was missing," Milo said, scratching the back of his head.

"Could you be any less helpful?" Mila asked, moving away from the desk herself and walking out of their father's study. "Come on you two," she called. "We've got work to do."

A/N: Sigh, the relationship between Hermione and Scorpius is building! Also, we've finally seen that Milo isn't so innocent and perfect. His curiosity with his potions seems to get him into a bit of trouble.

I love the sibling bonding. SO what can we expect coming up!? More answers. Mila POV again, Dramione moments are coming, we're so close...