The Department of Magical Law Enforcement was the one place that Draco had never hoped to see within the Ministry. He definitely had no aspirations to become an Auror, nor go into Magical Law as a career. He rather hated Ministry politics, unlike his Father—who seemed to thrive on political intrigue, like it was some kind of rare delicacy.
Currently, Draco was sitting outside one of the more private interrogation rooms while Severus, (along with Muriel, the Minister and his Father) were inside with Madam Bones, trying to get any snippet of information out of Therese Rowle.
Draco did his level best to appear inconspicuous, a difficult task being whom he was—obviously his hair a dead giveaway—when he noticed his cousin Nymphadora coming out of a room down the hall. Her eyes landed on him and she didn't waste a second heading in his direction.
Then she sat down next to him.
"Wotcher, Draco." Her voice was kind, "How are you doing?"
"I'd be better if someone would tell me where my witch has disappeared to."
Tonks nodded, her expression morphing from concerned to something else, "Hermione is tough. I'm sure she'll be okay."
It took all of Draco's patience not to roll his eyes, but all he responded with was, "I hope you're right."
Tonks looked this way and that down the hall, before she scooted a bit closer to him.
"Hermione wrote to me and told me you two have been working with Severus."
Draco turned his head to the side as he considered his cousin, before he nodded.
"So your Legilimency?"
"Is good."
A quick smirk flitted over his cousin's face. She then stood up abruptly and motioned for him to follow. When they got to the door from the room she'd just come out of, she placed a hand on his arm to get his undivided attention.
"You have five minutes."
Draco looked down at Nymphadora in confusion, but all she offered cryptically was, "Just make sure you modify her memories afterwards, yeah?"
A slow, wicked smile morphed onto Draco's face and he bowed his head humbly at his cousin...mouthing the words, 'thank you,' before entering the interrogation room.
When he stepped over the threshold, Draco wasn't exactly surprised to see Pansy sitting there alone. Her expression at seeing him however, was expected.
Her eyes widened in surprise at first, then narrowed in anger as she scoffed at him, "You're not supposed to be in here. My family solicitor will be here soon."
Draco chuckled, easily moving over and grabbing a chair and then placing it right across from her. Her current wary expression, was rather funny.
He sat down, took out his wand, placed it on his lap and smiled...
Cruelly...
"I always knew you were a jealous bitch, but even I didn't think you were so hateful as to imperius Daphne to do your dirty work."
Pansy scoffed again, louder this time, "You have no proof of that."
"But I do." Draco taunted, "I went through Daphne's memories and was able to determine it was you who placed the unforgivable on her. You'll be serving a nice long sentence in Azkaban for it, too."
Turning her head away, Pansy sneered hatefully, "You're bluffing."
"Pansy?"
"What?"
As soon as the witch made eye contact, Draco ripped into her mind. He didn't even need to speak the incantation nor use his wand for the spell. He'd become so proficient at it, he could even pick up on basic thoughts from his other classmates at school.
He wasn't gentle.
He was brutal, but efficient.
Thankfully Nymphadora had cast a silencing charm. Pansy's screams however, were music to his ears. Once he'd found what he was looking for, he tore out of her mind with the same viciousness he'd entered, and took great pleasure in seeing Pansy's tear-stained face, as well as her body shaking violently.
"You utter bastard!"
"Tsk, tsk...Parkinson, you did this to yourself. I'd wondered how you managed to learn to cast a decent unforgivable and your wand will out you when I let the Aurors know to cast Priori incantatem on it. But for now?" He grinned malevolently, picking up his wand and casting an obliviate, then vanished the clear signs of Pansy's emotional distress before leaving the room as quietly as he'd entered it. When he got outside, he nodded at his cousin and said firmly, "She used the imperius. Have her wand checked. Her Father taught her over Easter hols, and wouldn't you know, the man has several dark artifacts stored in a secret room next to his study. The password is demiguise."
"We're you able to find anything else out?"
"Not much. Dolohov visited Parkinson Place over Easter Hols. Pansy's Father has been helping him. He may know where Hermione is being held."
"I'll let Amelia know."
"Thank you, cousin."
Tonks just clapped him on the shoulder and replied, "Anytime, cousin."
Draco went to sit back down in the same seat he'd been using previously, and it was a little while before his Father came outside to check on him.
"Anything?" Draco demanded, standing up as his Father approached him.
"Neither witch seems to know where Dolohov might be hiding, although Therese did have some information about who has been helping Antonin."
"Pansy's Father."
Lucius eyed him curiously, but nodded before his attention shifted to the witch walking down the hallway with a mischievous grin on her face.
Lucius gaze shifted from his wife's niece to his son, and smirked.
"I see you've been busy."
Draco shrugged, but didn't confirm his father's suspicions.
He didn't need to.
When Severus finally came out, Madam Bones was with him along with the Minister for Magic and Muriel.
Tonks pulled Amelia aside and whispered something into her ear, and once she was done, the Head of the DMLE glanced briefly at the young Malfoy Heir, a quirk of her lips fleeting before she informed the Minister that Lord's Rowle and Parkinson had arrived, along with Olivia Shardlow's Mother.
"Put them in the conference room for now and make them wait."
"Of course, Ma'am."
Once Tonks had left, Amelia turned to Muriel...her expression apologetic, "I wish I had more information for you, Muriel. However, we might have some room for negotiation, as it seems we've been handed some useful information." Madam Bones then turned to Minister Scrimgeour and clarified, "We have reason to believe that Lord Parkinson has been in contact with Dolohov. I am requesting a search order to check Pansy Parkinson's last known spells on her wand that we have in custody. If this information is to be believed, she used an unforgivable on Daphne Greengrass. I've asked Dora to contact Lord Greengrass immediately and bring Miss Greengrass in for questioning. I also have information that Lord Parkinson may be harboring illegal dark artifacts in his home and he may have some idea where Dolohov is keeping Mr. Potter and Miss Prewett. I want an immediate search and seizure order prepared, so I can have the Aurors raid his home tonight."
"Granted." Scrimgeour nodded, "Keep me appraised."
"And Dumbledore?" Muriel hissed.
"Muriel," Rufus admonished lowly, "you have no proof that Dumbledore is involved in this."
The Prewett matriarch pulled out a sealed letter from her bag and handed it to the Minister. Curious, he opened it and read through the contents, paling deeply as he finished the missive.
"How?"
"Thoros Nott and I went to Nurmengard and spoke with Grindelwald. From there we followed the trail he set for us. As you can see, there's enough information there to start a formal inquiry into Albus alleged abuses of power over the past fifty years that he's held the position of Chief Warlock."
"I'm going to need more than this, Muriel. The man is revered."
"Not for long." Muriel scoffed, "I have reason to suspect he's working with Dolohov as well."
"Muriel..."
"Don't, Rufus!" Lady Prewett pointed her weathered finger at the man in warning, "At least bring him in for questioning."
The Minister rubbed his hand on the back of his neck in consternation.
As much as he wasn't a fan of Albus Dumbledore, it would be political suicide to bring the man in for questioning without more evidence.
"I'm sorry, Muriel, truly—but until you can find me something concrete, I'm afraid my hands are tied."
Everyone there watched angrily as the Minister for Magic walked away, and Muriel muttered, 'idiotic fool' under her breath.
"I'll get the search done tonight, Muriel. Maybe something will turn up there." Amelia offered placatingly, "Go home, and I'll come by first thing when I know something more definitive."
Muriel wanted to argue, but both Severus and Lucius shook their heads at her. Her gaze then moved to the young Malfoy and he too, seemed unwilling to leave.
"You will contact me as soon as you hear anything."
"Yes..yes," Amelia promised, "please try and get some rest."
Madam Bones nodded to the wizard's in parting and then left to do her job. Hopefully come morning, they'd have a definitive line on where Hermione Prewett had been taken to.
Merlin help Albus Dumbledore if something happened to that girl.
Muriel would surely avada the old man, and Amelia didn't relish seeing Muriel Prewett sent to Azkaban in her grief.
She'd already lost too much.
Chapter 80: The Real Albus Dumbledore
Summary:
Dumbledore makes his presence known, and forces Harry and Hermione to do his bidding.
Chapter Text
Where the fuck was he?
Harry thought as he groaned, rubbing the back of his neck and then rolling over onto what felt like a cold, hard surface.
"Harry?"
"Hermione?"
Sitting up gingerly, Harry readjusted his glasses and squinted out into the darkness of wherever the fuck he was.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so." Harry turned his head to where he believed his sister's voice was coming from, "What happened? Where are we?"
"A basement or cellar of some kind?" Hermione's voice sounded tired, "Dolohov is out there somewhere. He killed Thorfinn Rowle yesterday."
"Shite!" Harry moved slowly, crawling over towards Hermione's voice and felt the cold metal of bars blocking his path, "Can't you get us out of here?"
"No." Hermione's voice was filled with sadness, "Dolohov put some kind of magical restraint around my throat, wrists and ankles. It's etched with runes that seem to be a warding spell of some kind. I spent most of yesterday trying to figure out the ones around my wrists."
"Any luck?"
"Some."
Harry nodded in the dark, then he leant up against the bars and not too long after, he felt Hermione's hand entwine with his through the bars.
"Dolohov is working with Dumbledore." She whispered lowly, and felt Harry's hand tightening over hers.
"You're sure?"
"Yes. When I confronted Dolohov in front of Thorfinn, it was clear Rowle didn't know what was going on. I mentioned Dumbledore, and Dolohov killed Rowle."
Harry heard Hermione's voice fall on the last two words, and he shushed her.
"Not your fault, Sister mine."
"Doesn't feel that way, Brother mine. Rowle was a certifiable piece of work, but I would've never wanted him killed."
"I know."
Silence pervaded through the room for a bit, then Hermione asked shakily, "Is Draco okay?"
"I think so," Harry was quick to reassure, "I got too close to Rowle after Lucius took him down, and he grabbed me and used a portkey to bring me here."
Harry heard Hermione's quiet sob of relief, and he tightened his hold on her hand again, trying to give what reassurance he could.
"What do you think he's waiting for?" Harry said after a moment.
"I'm not sure." Her voice wavered and when a sound came from above them, they both quieted down immediately. Then a door opened from somewhere and they heard voices, which now carried a bit louder as it sounded as though whomever was speaking, wasn't happy about something.
Both Hermione and Harry waited with baited breath for the voices to quiet, but that didn't seem to be happening at all. It was a bit later, as the first vestiges of light flickered through their only window, that the door opened and several sets of footsteps were heard coming down into the cellar.
When Harry got a good look at just who was standing there, he growled out in anger, "Dumbledore."
"Hello, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes landed on Hermione, and he seemed to be curiously eyeing her new additions with interest, "Miss Prewett."
"I can't believe you're working with that lunatic!" Harry yelled out, pointing to the Russian wizard, who was smirking evilly at them.
"It was a necessary concession I needed to make, I'm afraid."
"Bullshite!" Harry growled out, "Don't pretend that you weren't behind this from the get go! You knew my parents changed secret keepers, and you knew Pettigrew was a Death Eater! Nothing gets by the great Albus Dumbledore!"
"Now, Harry..."
"Shut it, old man!" Harry spat out in pure rage.
Dolohov chuckled and said something in Russian, that had Dumbledore's expression pinching unhappily.
"Unfortunately, we are on a time constraint at present." Dumbledore pulled out Harry's invisibility cloak from his robes, "I will need you to transfer ownership of this to me, Harry. I'd rather not kill you to obtain it."
"That won't work either," Harry grinned manically, "since Muriel is now legally Head of my House, the goblins at Gringotts were only too happy to change the parameters of my parents estate into her hands. Which means everything that is mine is now in Muriel's charge, until I turn of age. So, I'm afraid you're out of luck."
Dumbledore's expression grew angered, and his eyes lost there sparkle as he stared down the Boy Who Lived.
He then nodded to Dolohov who flicked his wand towards Hermione, and the runes on her shackles started to glow, causing her to scream in agony.
Harry gripped onto the bars, watching his sister writhing on the cold, stone floor in pain and shouted, "Stop!"
Dumbledore put up his hand to stay Dolohov's wand, and the runes stopped glowing as Hermione's breathing stuttered—and her body curled into a fetal position.
"Hermione!" Harry breathed out, reaching for his sister, her whimpering cries breaking his heart. He then turned back to the Headmaster and lunged through the bars, catching the old man's cloak, before he was blasted back by Dolohov.
"That was foolish, Harry," Dumbledore tutted, readjusting himself and holding out the cloak again, "now, if you would be so kind?"
"Harry, no!" Hermione's broken voice shattered the remainder of his resolve, and he slumped down onto the ground.
"Fine. You want it? It's yours, and I hope you choke on it!"
The old wizard just shook his head, but then turned to the witch cowering on the floor and stated dispassionately, "Miss Prewett, we will need access to McKinnon Manor. I don't think I need to tell you what might happen to Mr. Potter here, if you refuse."
Hermione rolled over and glared at her soon to be dead Headmaster, but all she croaked out was, "And how do you suggest I accomplish that?"
"I do believe if you call your House Elf Bunny, she can take us through the wards."
Rolling onto her her back, she called out for Harry silently in her mind and explained to him what she wanted him to do. His answering silent agreement was enough for her to know that Harry would be alright.
Gingerly standing up, she moved over to the door of the cage and Dolohov whisked his wand, opening the grate. Stepping out, she gave Harry a small smile before calling out, "Bunny."
The tiny elf appeared and gasped when she saw her Mistress standing there looking so disheveled. The elf eyed the collar around Hermione's neck and twisted her hands together.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"I need you to take me and these two men into McKinnon Manor."
The elf's ears flapped, but she nodded reluctantly.
Dumbledore moved forward and said firmly, "I will go first. She can come back and take the two of you next."
Hermione watched Bunny disappear with the Headmaster, and a minute later she was back again. She then took Dolohov's right hand, (who had his left arm planted around Hermione's waist) as he sneered down at the elf in disgust.
"Don't try anything, or I will kill your Mistress."
Bunny nodded, grabbing the wizard's hand—disappearing with them both.
As soon as they were gone, Harry called out loudly, "Dobby!"
The elf popped into the cellar, his eyes widening as he immediately noticed Harry's predicament.
"Harry Potter!"
"Dobby, I need you to get me to Muriel Prewett, and then I need you to go upstairs and see if you can locate my wand!"
"Of course, Harry Potter! Dobby will do that rights away!"
The elf took Harry's hand and together they vanished, only to reappear instantly in the tea room at Fosgate Hall where Harry heard the shattering of china.
Turning, he saw Muriel sitting there with Thoros, Lucius and Draco—who all had their wands out and pointed at him.
Dobby popped away again and came back a moment later, with Harry's wand.
He thanked the elf and sank to the floor, tears streaming down his face.
"Dumbledore and Dolohov have Hermione! They took her to McKinnon Manor. Dolohov has her trapped in some kind of collar device that has runes etched in it. If she tries to use her magic, it's like she's been hit with multiple crucios."
Muriel stood up and waved the wizards to lower their wands. She then moved over silently and gripped her nephew's shoulder.
His green eyes stared up at her in sorrow, "It's my fault! Dumbledore made me give him the cloak, he had Dolohov hurt Hermione, so I gave it to him! Then he threatened to have Dolohov kill me if Hermione didn't have Bunny take him through the wards. She immediately realized after he'd asked, that if Bunny could be summoned..."
"Then Dobby could as well." Draco finished for him, and Harry nodded desperately.
"Thorfinn Rowle is dead. Dolohov killed him."
Muriel turned to Thoros and demanded firmly, "Get Theodore here."
"Why?"
"He has McKinnon blood, Thoros. There is a slight chance, since Hermione has taken him to McKinnon Manor, that the wards recognized his blood too. Mr. Potter is also blood bound to Hermione through the ritual we did last summer."
Thoros moved quickly out of the room, the sound of the floo going off a minute later.
"Lucius, you need to let Amelia know what has happened."
The Malfoy Lord bowed his head, patting his son's shoulder before disapparating out of sight.
"Do you really think this is going to work, Aunt Muriel?" Harry pleaded.
"Call for Bunny, Harry."
"Bunny, can you come to me please?"
A second later the tiny elf popped into the room, and both Harry and Draco sighed in relief.
"Is Hermione alright?"
"That evil wizards has taken her to the family stones."
"Bunny, can you remove the collar and shackles from Hermione?"
"No's, Bunny cannot, but the Lady of the Fay can. Mistress needs to call her forth and she can do it."
Draco's squatted down at eye level and thanked the elf.
It took about ten minutes to get Theo there, along with Thoros, Lucius, Amelia, Tonks and Kingsley.
Bunny called for her family and together, all made their way to McKinnon Manor.
Draco just hoped they weren't too late.
Chapter 81: The Master of Death
Summary:
Albus attempts to use the Hallows, but makes a miscalculation.
Chapter Text
Being dragged through her ancestral home was really starting to piss Hermione off. The only saving grace of this injustice was right about now, Harry was calling for Dobby to come and rescue him.
For all of Dumbledore's machinations and plotting, he never seemed to think much about the inherent magic of magical creatures.
Especially that of House elves.
She fought the urge to grin at what an utter fool the old wizard was.
And if Dolohov pulled her any tighter into his body, she'd have to spend the next week scrubbing the filth off her body!
As they made their way towards the sacred stones that surrounded the largest of the yew trees, Hermione could literally feel the ground humming with anticipation. Glancing over at Dumbledore, she knew the old bastard felt it too.
Was that the power of the Hallows?
Shaking her head, Hermione didn't have any more time to ponder it, as they finally reached the spot and once Dumbledore crossed the barrier of the stones, they started to shimmer and pulsate with magic.
"Ah!" Dumbledore nodded, infinitely pleased with himself, "Just as I suspected. This is the place!"
"Whatever, old man," Dolohov sneered, "we had a deal. You get what you want, and you give me what I demand in return."
"Yes...yes, Antonin. No need to be hasty."
The Russian just rolled his eyes, but he kept a firm hold onto Hermione and watched as the old wizard pulled a stone from his pocket. He waved his wand and suddenly, a small alter appeared in front of the large yew tree. Dumbledore then placed the cloak down upon it, then the stone. Pointing his wand, he chanted something Hermione couldn't quite make out, and then she gasped as the yew tree shivered and reached for the heavens; it's branches unfolding in the morning dawn, just as the sun started to peak over the horizon.
Then the tree split open in two, like a doorway...
Or a veil!
Fuck!
Now she realized what the Lady Morgana was trying to tell her!
When the veil lifted, there was a rushing river flowing treacherously downhill, seemingly moving out of sight. Hermione craned her neck to see around the tree, and realized she couldn't.
Unbelievable!
Then a shadow emerged from the waters and settled on the embankment, it's cloaked figure swaying in the morning breeze.
"Albus Dumbledore." The voice hissed, and Hermione could see the Headmaster's expression.
He seemed completely calm and in control.
"I am he," Dumbledore replied, "and I have come, as Master of Death, to demand that which is rightfully mine."
"You wish for eternal life?"
"I do."
Death swayed forward, its coldness cloying over the grounds as it moved.
"But that is not all you seek of me?"
"No, it is not. I call forth Marlene McKinnon, to be returned to this place."
"No!" Hermione screeched, and Death swiveled its attention to her—but Dolohov just gripped her tightly and held her back.
The black figure hummed and then waved his hand and suddenly a figure emerged from the waters—a petite woman with blonde wavy hair and large blue eyes stood before them. She gazed at the Headmaster, a deep frown marring her face before she noticed Dolohov—then her daughter.
"Hermione!"
"Mum!"
Hermione desperately tried to move, but Dolohov held her tightly, as he grinned ferally at the other witch.
"It would seem you've fulfilled your pledge, old man." The Russian cackled madly, turning his gaze back to Marlene, "I told you, witch, that you'd never be free of me."
Marlene bristled, but her worried gaze was locked onto her daughter.
Hermione just stared at her mum sadly. Her powers were bound, and there was no way she could save herself, nor her mother from Dumbledore and Dolohov!
Tears fell down her cheeks, and she sobbed quietly.
For all her powers...
"Princess..." Draco's voice melded into her mind, and it took all her Occlumency training not to react to it.
"Draco!" She pleaded silently.
"Yes, my love. I'm here. We all are. Bunny told me you need to call the Lady of the Fay to you. Only she can free you from the shackles Dolohov has placed upon you. We're almost there. Give me two minutes."
"Okay."
Hermione's eyes locked back with her mother, and was surprised to see understanding flickering over her Mum's countenance.
"Tell me something, Dumbledore?" Marlene insisted suddenly, "Just how many deaths of those within the Order were by your hand? Lily, James, Mary McDonald? Edgar, my husband and his brother?"
Dolohov hissed at the mentioned of Fabian Prewett.
"It matters little now, Marlene. What's done is done."
"It matters to me!" The witch bellowed in righteous anger, "You convinced my parents to leave our ancestral home—leading us to exposure and slaughter! Did you have the others killed too?"
"It was all for the Greater Good, Marlene."
"Fuck you and your greater good, old man!"
Dolohov cackled madly, as he grinned at Marlene, "I'd almost forgotten what a little hellcat you are l'vitsa." (Lioness)
"Fuck off, you prick!" Marlene glowered, and then spat on the ground.
Dolohov tsked, then murmured something in Russian and Hermione started to scream in his arms, her manacles now glowing brightly, while Marlene pleaded for him to stop.
After a moment, Dumbledore sighed and said in a bored voice, "That is enough, Antonin. You've gotten your prize. Take her and leave Miss Prewett to me."
"Expelliarmus!" The word was shouted simultaneously by both Harry and Draco, causing both Dolohov's wand and Dumbledore's to fly through the air.
Draco caught Antonin's and Harry grabbed the Elder wand tightly before immediately accio'ing his cloak and the stone to him.
"No!" Dumbledore shouted, watching the Hallows flying across the barrier, and Death just stood there and chuckled deeply.
"It would seem, Albus Dumbledore, that your request will be denied."
Dumbledore turned towards Death and demanded, "I asked and you granted my request!"
"No, wizard," Death clarified, "you asked another request of me before I could commit to your desire. I did not agree to it, so therefore it is not done, as the other took precedence. With the Hallows one gift, and only one can be bestowed."
Dumbledore turned mad eyes onto the rest of the group, who were all standing there pointing their wands at him.
Dolohov pulled out a blade and held it to Hermione's stomach.
"Give me my wand back, boy!" He shouted enraged, at Draco.
Draco for his part, was clearly conflicted as he couldn't get a clear shot at Dolohov, who was holding his witch against his body as a shield.
"My Lady of the Fay.." Hermione called out, which caused Dolohov to grab her even tighter around the stomach.
"Shut up!" He cried.
The grounds shimmered and the trees rustled, the wind blew through the stones and then there was a green light glowing...
And a figure emerged...
Lady Morgana stood before her descendent with a smile.
"Ah, Hermione."
"My Lady, please release me..."
Morgana's eyes turned white and the ground trembled and Death laughed. But suddenly Hermione gasped, feeling Dolohov's blade slicing into her abdomen.
Draco's cries drowned out everyone else's, and Hermione could see him rushing towards her, but at the exact moment her manacles fell away—her magic flared to life.
As the flames engulfed her body, she felt her wound pulsating throughout her body. She heard Dolohov yelling, as he flinched away from her—his hands and body burnt from where he'd had her pressed against him. She then turned her eyes to Dumbledore, and could see him trying to quickly move away.
Flexing her left hand out, she felt her magic pulling herself into the air, taking Dumbledore with her. As she looked down briefly, she noticed all eyes were fixated on her, but no one attempted to stop her. Her right hand extended towards Dolohov, and the yew trees moved out to constrain him into place, the branches wrapping around his body like a vise.
She could feel Dumbledore's panic, but she didn't care. He was responsible for the deaths of so many people, and he couldn't be allowed to face Ministry justice. The bastard would just somehow manage to find a way to lie and manipulate his way out of punishment.
Once she was high enough, Hermione pulled her arms outward and her magic exploded...the cry of the Phoenix echoing over the grounds of her ancestral home, as the power of her magic bombarded Dumbledore with such force—his screams fell on deaf ears and he was instantly turned to ash.
After Dumbledore was no more—Hermione pulled her magic inward and sighed. Looking down again and immediately taking notice of the entirety of the Manor's grounds brimming with renewed life. The stones were pulsating with raw magic, as they glistened in the sunlight, and as her eyes caught and held Draco's. He was grinning at her from ear to ear.
Floating back to the ground, Hermione went to move towards her wizard when a harsh chuckle stopped her cold.
"It has been centuries since one of Morgana's children has been gifted with such powers." Death hissed. He then turned to Harry, who held the Hallows tightly within his grip and said, "Master of Death. What will you bade of me?"
All eyes turned to Harry in shock, but he just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure of how to respond other than, "What?!"
A few chuckles were heard, but Harry just shook his head as he gaped openly at Death, "I don't understand."
"The Hallows are yours to command me at will."
"Seriously?"
"Quite." Death once again seemed amused. Harry glanced over at his sister—who nodded at him, knowing instinctively what Harry would ask for.
It seemed Marlene knew too, for she said kindly, "He's waiting for you, Harry. All you have to do is ask."
Harry sniffled and nodded, moving forward through the barrier and setting all three items down on the altar that Dumbledore had conjured.
"I ask you to return my Godfather—Sirius Orion Black, to me."
"And is that what you wish?"
Harry nodded emphatically and Death's power reverberated like the rushing of water and then suddenly, Sirius stood on the embankment, looking exactly as he did the day he died.
"Sirius?"
The Marauder grinned and greeted lovingly, "Hey, pup."
Harry didn't waste a second as he ran over and enveloped his Godfather in a crushing hug, saying "I'm sorry" over and over again.
Hermione started crying softly, and when Sirius saw her, he held out his other arm, and she too—rushed into his embrace, crying happily into his chest and murmuring 'Padfoot' repeatedly, as if she couldn't believe he was there.
Sirius glanced over his shoulder at Marlene, who wasn't alone. Fabian was now standing with her, and he had a wide smile on his face. His blue eyes locked onto his daughter for a moment, until his gaze met that of his Grandmother.
"Hey, Nan."
"Fabian!" Muriel gasped, clutching her chest tightly, feeling Thoros coming alongside her to offer support.
"I'm so sorry, Nan."
"Don't be, my boy," Muriel shook her head, "you did what needed to be done. You've always done what was needed."
Fabian bowed his head humbly, and then smiled as his daughter moved towards him and Marlene.
"Mum?" Hermione's voice cracked and then she turned her gaze to the man next to her Mother and stuttered out, "Dad?"
"Yes, Princess."
Moving faster than she thought possible, Hermione engulfed both her parents into a blistering hug, which they returned with equal affection. They whispered words of pride and love for her, and as her mother finally pulled back—she grasped Hermione's tear-stained face within her hands and said softly, "You've grown into such a beautiful witch, my Princess. Soon, you will be bonded with your wizard. Trust in that bond you have with each other and know that this was always meant to be."
Hermione nodded emphatically, and then glanced over her shoulder towards Draco—who was watching her closely with love shining from his steely eyes. When gray met the blue of Fabian Prewett, Draco bowed humbly and Hermione's father nodded once, giving his own blessing of their union.
He then turned his attention towards Dolohov.
"Who will take care of that?"
Hermione turned her head towards the Russian and then back to Death and demanded, "Take him for your own. Make sure he suffers."
"And what will you give me if I do this?"
Hermione turned to Harry and he said firmly, "I return back to you that which is yours."
Death cackled like mad and as he reached out his large bony hand...the trees bent to his whim and all watched transfixed as Dolohov's body floated into Death's clutches...his screams as he was drowned in the River Lethe were music to Hermione's ears.
"It is done." Death spoke simply, and with a wave of his hand, the Hallows vanished from sight. Death then turned to Fabian and Marlene. "It is time to return."
They nodded reluctantly. "Sirius," Marlene pleaded softly, "take care of our daughter."
"You know it, Kitten."
Marlene laughed joyously, while Fabian rolled his eyes, but they both seemed placated.
Marlene and Fabian said their goodbyes to all and Hermione suddenly felt a hand on her arm, and when she looked up, it was Draco who was standing there next to her. She reluctantly allowed him to pull her back through the stones, and the ground hummed and pulsated causing the veil to close, and the Yew tree was whole once again.
And Morgana smiled in peace.
"It is done," she said relieved, "and I can finally rest."
And with those words, the Lady of the Fay shimmered and was gone.
Chapter 82: Padfoot
Summary:
Draco realizes just what he's getting into with Hermione having Sirius Black for a Godfather.
Chapter Text
The rest of Monday had been filled with family reunions, as Harry and Hermione sat next to Sirius at Fosgate's Hall dining table, while Muriel had Corky serve a feast for their family.
Lucius, Narcissa, Thoros, Theo, Amelia, Tonks, Andromeda, Remus, Sirius, Harry, Draco and Hermione all sat around the table, enjoying each other and thankfully, putting past grievances where they belonged.
It was tentative at first as to just how Sirius and Lucius would behave around each other, but being gifted another chance at life had surprisingly mellowed the mischievous and previously emotionally unstable Maurader a bit.
He decided to take a page out of Remus book, and let bygones be bygones.
But that didn't mean that as Hermione's Godfather, he wasn't allowed to warn off the little Malfoy shite she was betrothed to.
The look on Draco's face as he'd threatened him, was almost worth dying for.
Almost.
Then the little prick had asked him cheekily if he wanted his Lordship back!
Fucking Slytherin's!
Sirius had never gotten to be a proper Godfather to either one of his godchildren, and after Muriel and Amelia had promised him that due to Peter's capture and subsequent confession—he'd been exonerated posthumously and was, for all intents and purposes—a free wizard—Sirius had promised himself right then and there, he'd put his godchildren's needs first and foremost.
His little kitten had made him vow however, to not go after Kreacher for his betrayal and to leave the poor elf alone.
He'd groaned, and then promised to do so, as Hermione had looked at him beseechingly.
He was so fucked.
He was going to have to be all respectable now.
Sirius realized his limits were going to be tested even more so, when Snape showed up at dessert time, and the surly bat took one look at him and quipped caustically, "Seeing you, almost makes me wish Dumbledore were still alive."
"Snivellus."
"Dog."
"You both, that's enough!" Muriel pointed at each of them in succession, and told Severus to 'sit down and behave' which surprisingly, he did—after lifting a condescending eyebrow at the Prewett Matriarch.
Once the table was cleared and tea served, Hermione turned her attention to Madam Bones.
"What's going to happen to Pansy, Olivia, and Therese?"
Amelia sighed, but replied emotionlessly, "The Auror raid on the Parkinson residence was enough to charge Lord Parkinson with holding several illegal Dark Artifacts. He and his daughter will be arraigned by the end of the week. Best guess, both will be serving time in Azkaban, and all the girls will be expelled from Hogwarts. Now that Dumbledore is gone, Minerva McGonagall will be taking over the position as Headmistress, pending approval by the Board of Governors. Olivia and Therese will likely either serve some time in Azkaban, or be put on lengthy probationary sentences and house arrest, but that will be up to the Wizengamot to determine."
"And Thorfinn Rowle?" Hermione asked sadly.
"His body was recovered by Kingsley at the place you were held, and will be returned to his family for a proper burial. I will likely need your memory, Hermione for the Wizengamot."
"I understand."
Muriel was quiet, as she considered her Granddaughter closely. It had been a hard few days for Hermione, and despite it ending well—her tender heart would hold a measure of guilt for a while.
Thankfully, Muriel grinned inwardly—she was above such petty sentiments. The only thing she felt was supreme validation and pleasure at the fact that Dumbledore was dead, and Dolohov along with him.
She could finally leave this life with a measure of peace in her heart.
"How is your magic feeling, dearest?"
"Good," Hermione responded softly, "although I'm a bit tired."
"As you should be," Muriel tutted, "you should probably return to Hogwarts soon, but perhaps you might see fit to take your betrothed to the family stones outside, before you do?"
Hermione blushed but nodded, silently asking Draco if that was alright. He replied in kind that it was, then stood and helped her out of her seat, politely excusing themselves from the group.
As they made their way out of the back patio doors and down the steps towards the gardens, Draco pulled her to his side and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I'm so glad you're alright," he whispered emotively, "I was going out of my mind thinking I'd never see you again."
"I know," Hermione replied listlessly, "I was terrified too."
They didn't speak again until they got to the Prewett family stones, and Draco's breath hitched in awe.
"Is that rose quartz?"
"It is." Hermione smiled softly as she pulled Draco over and placed his hand on the large slab, lying hers on top of it. The magic of the stone thrummed with life. "My Grandmother told me that this altar is enchanted so that a Prewett will always find his or her true match."
Draco nodded distractedly, then closed his eyes and felt the magic of the stone washing over him. He could feel Hermione's emotions running over and through him too, and he gasped, his eyes widening in shock at the force of her love for him.
"Can you feel it?" She whispered into his ear, and he nodded.
"I can."
He opened his eyes and saw Hermione's own staring adoringly into his. He immediately reached down and grabbed her, pulling her onto the stone altar and then moved directly over her, kissing her breathless, over and over again.
And the magic imbued within the rose quartz vibrated with power.
"I love you." She gasped on a broken sob, her lips parting as she took in a shaky breath.
"I love you too, so much!" Draco growled, before he ravaged her mouth again and again.
Time slowed down, and the two were utterly lost to each other, the smell of roses and earth surrounding them both as they continued to kiss and pull at each other frantically.
So engrossed as they were, they didn't hear the slight 'pop' until a voice cleared its throat loudly.
Draco lifted his head to see Sabbo standing there, staring at them both with a stern expression.
"Mistress has asked me to remind you both, that now is not the times for such antics."
Hermione blushed deeply while Draco snickered and drawled, "Please tell your Mistress we will be in post haste, Sabbo." He winked at the elf, and watched as Sabbo huffed, but left them to themselves.
Pulling his witch up carefully, he helped set them both to rights before they headed back inside.
"Your Godfather threatened to hex my man bits off, if I ever and I quote, 'don't treat you like the Princess you are,' endquote."
Hermione grinned and shook her head at her intended, "Sirius is only half serious."
"He's a menace."
"He's my Godfather and the closest thing I'm going to have to a parent from now on, so you better get used to it, my love."
"Fine!" Draco grumbled with a pout, "But I reserve the right to sic my Mother on him, if need be."
"Blacks!" Hermione shuddered playfully, "You lot are too much."
"Perhaps," Draco conceded with a quick grope and one last kiss on his witch's lips prior to heading back inside, "but promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Just, if our families get to be too much, we give ourselves permission now to do whatever makes us happy and be a team."
Hermione stopped and put her arms around Draco's neck, staring up into stormy gray eyes that she loved so much, "You have yourself an accord, Mr. Malfoy."
"Brilliant." He purred, then pushed his lips down onto hers and kissed her reverently.
"Come on, you two!" Theo groaned the second he walked into the library, where they'd come back through the house.
"If you don't like me snogging my witch, don't watch, Theodore." Draco sneered haughtily at his friend.
"You think I'd be here if I hadn't been told to come and find you both. Black is around here somewhere, prowling around in his animagus form."
"Padfoot!" Hermione called out, and smiled widely when she heard a bark coming from the other room. When the large black dog burst into the library, Draco crowed out in shock, "That's a fucking Grim!"
"No, he's not!" Hermione bowled over in laughter.
Draco's expression was clearly unamused as he scowled at her. Then Padfoot jumped up on him and licked his face, causing him to move back in disgust and curse loudly, "Fucking mutt!"
"Draco!"
"What!" He spat, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the dog drool from his face, "He's a right menace!"
Harry at that moment, walked in grinning. "That's Sirius for you."
Draco didn't respond, but his expression softened when he noticed Hermione sitting down, petting the Grim lovingly.
It was clear that his witch had missed the mangy mutt...wizard...
Whatever...
"He's not coming back to Hogwarts with us, love."
Blue eyes gazed up at him with a mischievous edge to them, and he sighed in defeat, "Really?"
Padfoot barked, wagging his tail happily and Draco groaned, realizing that he was outvoted. As he caught Potter's eye, the prat just looked way too smug for his own good.
"This was your idea, wasn't it?"
Harry shrugged, but didn't deny it.
"Look on the bright side, Malfoy. With Padfoot around, think of how much safer Hermione will be."
Scowling, Draco couldn't fight against that little bit of manipulative logic, and how could he deny his witch...when she was smiling so happily?
Fuck!
He was turning into a fucking sap!
"Fine." He capitulated, then groaned, when his arms were suddenly full of Hermione, as she placed tiny kisses all over his face.
His smug smirk fell over his countenance, then he gripped Hermione's chin between his fingers and kissed her deeply, ignoring the groans and singular bark of the dog, who was nudging him with its large head.
"Are you all enjoying yourselves?" Muriel's voice echoed within the room, causing Draco to pull away with a slight blush, while Hermione just winked at him.
"Witch."
"Your witch."
"True," he grinned, pulling her into his side, "I'm a lucky wizard."
Everyone rolled their eyes, including Padfoot—which was kinda odd, seeing a dog doing such a thing.
"It's time to return to school," Muriel piped in, "Severus will take you back."
"It's not as if I have a choice." Severus droned, billowing into the room and scowling at the dog, who was growling lowly under his breath at the Defense Professor, "Please tell me he's not coming?"
"Now, Severus!" Muriel tsked, "I'm sure Sirius will be on his best behavior."
"That's not possible."
Morphing back into his human self, Sirius glared mutinously at his nemesis.
"I'm more than capable of behaving myself, Snivellus."
"Sirius!" Hermione's bossy voice broke through the stare down currently happening between the two men, "Please try and get along."
There was an awkward shuffling of feet, and then Sirius groaned out unhappily.
Severus for his part, just looked bored.
"Fine, but if he starts something..."
"Don't flatter yourself, Black.." Severus interrupted with a sneer, "I know how to keep my trap shut."
Sirius mumbled something unkind under his breath, but Hermione wasn't having any of their drama.
"If you can't behave, you can stay here with Grandmother until Harry and I get back home in a few weeks."
"But..."
"I mean it, Padfoot!"
Folding his arms petulantly, Sirius glared at the floor, but finally nodded in agreement.
"Are we sure he's supposed to be the Godfather?" Theo whispered to Draco, who grinned, but one sharp look from Black had him backtracking a bit.
Was his hearing that good?
The Black smirk that fell over Sirius' face let Draco know that the wizard did indeed, have his animagus hearing whilst in his human form.
Shite!
"Come along, children." Severus tone let them all know he was including Black in that grouping, and by the deep frown marring Sirius face, the wizard knew it too.
Hermione went over to her Grandmother and gave her a tight hug. "I'll write you."
"Yes you will," Muriel returned the affection, pulling back and placing a soft kiss on Hermione's forehead, "and you will not go anywhere alone. You will stay with Draco, Harry, Theo or Sirius at all times." Hermione went to argue, but Muriel shook her head, "Do I make myself clear, young lady?"
"Yes, Grandmother."
"Good," there was a relieved sigh from the elderly witch, "and whilst I'm certain you are healed, please have Madam Pomfrey check you over to make sure of it."
"She will." Draco interrupted firmly, before Hermione could answer.
Muriel smirked herself and nodded at the Malfoy Heir, ignoring her Granddaughter's glare at her intended.
"Are we done with the touching moments?" Severus drawled, "As I do have papers to grade."
"Of course." Muriel waved them off and watched with a sad smile as her Granddaughter left with her gaggle of wizard's in tow.
When they were gone, Muriel sat down on the couch and stared at the wall...not hearing Thoros coming in with Lucius and Narcissa.
"Muriel?"
Sharp blue eyes turned towards the Nott Lord and gestured for the group to join her.
"I'm fine." Answering the unspoken question, and she could see that Thoros didn't quite believe her.
"You're not, but that's to be expected."
Muriel didn't deny the sentiment, as she continued to ponder over what had occurred.
"Is it wrong of me to wish that my Fabian could've been returned to me?"
"No," Thoros shook his head, "but I'm fairly certain he would've chosen to remain in the afterlife if Marlene could not return with him. I do believe it would have been the same with James and Lily Potter. Only a single gift could be bestowed. For all of his arrogance, even Dumbledore hadn't known that fact."
"And it cost him everything." Lucius smirked in satisfaction.
"Is it also wrong to hope that he suffers endlessly for what he's done? Is it wrong to wish all of his misdeeds such as they were, were outed for all to see?"
"I think Skeeter's book outed quite a bit of it and once the investigation is done, I'm sure there will be more reported on. Amelia left to head back to the Ministry and took Tonks, Remus and Andromeda with her."
"I never did thank you properly, Lucius, for that bit of Slytherin tactic."
"There was no need," the wizard in question replied, "if anything, I feel the fool for not realizing sooner just how dangerous Dumbledore really was. Part of me wonders now, if he'd planned all along for Mr. Potter to be the instrument of the Dark Lord's return. Allowing the boy to participate in the Tri-Wizard tournament, despite being underage? Did he set this up from the beginning?"
Muriel shook her head in disgust, thinking about all the particulars of everything she'd learned over the past year.
"If my conversation with Gellert was any indication, Dumbledore was a master at using people to further his agenda." She paused and then queried softly, "How do you think Minerva is going to take the truth once she learns of it? She's always revered the man."
"Amelia and Severus will be talking with her come the morrow," Lucius offered, "Amelia plans on showing Minerva her memory from today. I think it will go a long way in convincing Minerva of the truth. She also has a soft spot for her lions, Hermione in particular."
"That is true."
"What of the bonding?" Narcissa inquired cautiously, "Do we have any idea what to expect?"
This caused Muriel's expression to morph into something far more devious. "They went to the family stones tonight. If I had any doubt they were fated, the magic I felt from the pair was enough to let me know our families will be permanently entwined by weeks end. They will be bonded. I suppose we should start planning a wedding soon."
Narcissa clapped her hands happily, and Lucius smirked at his wife's enthusiasm.
Even Thoros seemed amused.
"The only question is, where to have it?"
Muriel sat back and thought about it seriously but knew that in all likelihood, the ceremony would have to take place at Malfoy Manor.
Family wards were tricky things.
"I suppose it would be prudent to hold it at your home, Lucius, Narcissa—if for no other reason than the wards would likely benefit from their wedding bonds. Hermione's magic has blessed the lands here and at McKinnon Manor, so perhaps it might be wise to have her do the same for Malfoy Manor as well."
"That's fairly generous of you, Muriel." Thoros patted her hand in commiseration.
The elderly witch sighed, "I'm not going to be here much longer, Thoros—so I can well afford to show a measure of generosity in this instance."
Everyone quieted as they considered that stark reminder.
"But I'm not dead yet," Muriel snarked, "and I have no intention of leaving this life until I've held my great-great grandchild within my arms, and see for myself the Prewett line will prevail and flourish again after I'm gone."
Chapter 83: The Aftermath
Summary:
The fallout from Hermione's abduction is dealt with.
Chapter Text
The next morning found Hermione being accosted by Sally, (as the firstie came running down into the Gryffindor common room), where all their House mates were waiting for her. Hermione returned the girl's hug and then Ron came over and clapped her on the shoulder—his expression filled with relief.
"I should be right upset at Harry for going off half-cocked without me," Ron admitted, "but I'm just glad you two are okay. Dunno what I woulda done had something happened to either one of you."
Hermione hugged Ron, and he awkwardly returned it—his face as red as his jumper.
Ginny, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Faye, Pavarti all came over one by one and hugged her too.
Even Cormac gave her a brief nod, which she returned sheepishly.
"What happened, Hermione?" Lavender asked, genuinely concerned, "We heard from Professor McGonagall that you and Harry had been taken by Dolohov. Pansy, Olivia and Therese were taken into custody, and Daphne's been a right mess since Saturday."
"It's a long story, Lavender, but I'm sure the Prophet will report some of it soon."
"Is Dumbledore really dead?" Seamus asked, and Harry nodded.
"He was working with Dolohov."
"Why?" Dean wanted to know, so Harry told them about the Deathly Hallows and about McKinnon Manor. He and Hermione had decided now that the Hallows were gone, and Morgana was no longer needed to guard the Manor, it would be alright to discuss the particulars.
Once Harry was done explaining, everyone just stared at Hermione in shock.
"You're descended from the Lady of the Fay?" Seamus whistled in appreciation, "No wonder you're a Sorceress."
"I was wondering about that too," Hermione confessed, "makes me wonder if all those with elemental powers are from her line?"
"Most likely," Lavender spoke up, "there was one legend that stated Morgana was the last of the High Elves, like a Dhampir—which would be the equivalent with vampires. She was thought to be half human, half Elvin."
"I've never heard of that," Hermione admitted with a sigh, "but one thing I have been wondering is why there was so much Old Norse literature on the property."
"That's another legend," Faye interrupted, "that Lady Morgana was part Asgardian."
"From the old Norse legends?"
Faye nodded and replied, "Yep. That she was the daughter of Odin Allfather, and a human mortal woman."
Hermione shook her head, as it was all too unbelievable to even imagine either one of those scenarios being likely.
"Well, it probably doesn't matter now." Hermione giggled at the ridiculousness of it all, "I'm just glad to be back."
"We should probably head down to breakfast," Harry moved over and grabbed her hand within his, "get this over with, yeah?"
"Sure."
The entirety of Gryffindor House moved through the castle and towards the Great Hall, with Harry and Hermione leading the procession. Hermione was quite touched, it was like they were showing their solidarity for both she and Harry after everything that had happened. She was fairly certain there would be some backlash from those who staunchly refused to believe anything unkind about the dead Headmaster, but she simply didn't care.
The wizard deserved to die.
Although she felt quite horrible for feeling that way.
When they reached the Great Hall, Draco was just outside, waiting for her with a pleased smirk on his face.
"Hi." His voice in her mind was smooth as silk.
"Hi, yourself."
Draco nodded to Potter and Weasley and then took his witch's arm to escort her properly into the Great Hall. Once he'd dropped her off at her normal spot at the Gryffindor table, he moved to his usual post next to Theo and Blaise.
"Where's Daphne?"
"She's at the Ministry," Blaise answered quietly, his expression pinched, "apparently Madam Bones wanted to speak with her, so Professor Snape took her himself. She should be back before lunch."
Draco reached for an apple and sliced it, while Blaise continued to talk about how Daphne was faring. His own expression must've been worrisome, because Hermione's voice entered his thoughts as he was sipping on his tea.
"You okay?"
"Fine, love. Blaise was just mentioning Daphne had to go to the Ministry this morning with Severus. She should be back soon."
"Oh, well that's to be expected, I suppose." There was a heartbeat of silence before Hermione asked, "You don't think she's going to avoid me, do you?"
"No, but perhaps it might be a good idea to take her aside and let her know you're not upset. She feels awful about the whole thing and from what Father has speculated, Lord Greengrass will be out for blood."
"As he should be." Hermione's internal voice was filled with utter self-righteousness, and Draco smiled at how she still sounded at times—like the know-it-all swot she'd been when they were younger.
"What's so amusing?"
He lifted his head and their eyes caught and held, and then he winked at her, enjoying her blush, "Just thinking about your bossy voice and how adorable it is."
"You didn't always think that way."
"No that's true, but I can think of a few instances where I might enjoy you bossing me around."
Draco watched as Hermione's blush deepened, but her mouth lifted into a half-smile and he couldn't help but admire how beautiful she was.
"My birthday is in a couple days." He felt it prudent to silently remind her, and she shook her head at him.
"I'm not going to tell you what I have planned for your birthday, Draco!" Her voice inside his mind was exasperated, but playful as she admonished him, "We both have a free period after lunch, and I told you to meet me in the Astronomy Tower at three. You don't have a last minute Quidditch practice scheduled, right?"
"We are practicing after dinner tonight and have a quick run through Friday evening to go over strategy, but I'm all yours Thursday."
"Good! I'm looking forward to it."
Draco broke the connection so he could finish up his breakfast and once he was done, he went to grab his book bag when the owls swooped in to deliver the post.
His owl dropped off a letter from his Father and a copy of the Daily Prophet. With a heavy scowl, he immediately noticed the headline on the front of the paper.
Albus Dumbledore in cahoots with Death Eaters?
By: Rita Skeeter
In a stunning development, readers! It has come to this reporters attention that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was killed yesterday morning in a skirmish at McKinnon Manor, where he and escaped convict and Death Eater Antonin Dolohov, had taken captive Hermione Marlene Prewett for reasons as heretofore yet, aren't known. The Minister for Magic, the honorable Rufus Scrimgeour, gave a statement late last night, explaining that Miss Prewett along with Mr. Harry Potter—the Boy Who Lived—were abducted in Hogsmeade Saturday by Thorfinn Rowle, with the aid of his sister Therese Rowle; as well as Pansy Parkinson and Olivia Shardlow.
The details have been sketchy as to Dumbledore's complicity, his role, and his motivations behind the kidnapping of Miss Prewett and Mr. Potter. The one other piece of news that we can certify is that both Thorfinn Rowle and Antonin Dolohov were killed. The heir to the Rowle family was slain by the wand of the Russian Death Eater and Madam Bones, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was asked as to the particulars of the other rumors that are swirling and her statement stated only that those involved would be tried in front of the Wizengamot by weeks end.
Many a rumor has persisted for decades as to the location and secrets of McKinnon Manor. There are very few alive who have visited the grounds, as the charms protecting the ancestral property are said to rival those of Hogwarts itself. What we do know is that Miss Prewett was returned safely to her family at some point yesterday and would be returning to finish her studies at Hogwarts.
I for one readers, look forward to bringing you all the salacious details as this drama unfolds!
Stay tuned!
Draco set the paper down and then opened the letter from his Father.
Draco,
You will need to make yourself available later this afternoon to come and give your formal statement at the Ministry. Lady Prewett will be letting Hermione and Mr. Potter know that they will be expected as well. Amelia has agreed to allow you all to submit memories in lieu of testimony since both you and Mr. Potter are still underage, and she feels Hermione has suffered enough.
I will keep you appraised of the Wizengamot proceedings as they develop. Both Lord Nott and I have been able to stress the importance that those individuals involved be punished to the fullest extent of the law. You can let Hermione know that Miss Parkinson will likely, be serving a minimum of twenty years for her use of an unforgivable. Lord Greengrass is also insisting that compensatory damages be paid to his family through his solicitor.
Miss Rowle has been informed of her brother's demise and as expected, she was at first inconsolable, then livid. She has made threats against Hermione, as has Lord Rowle.
Needless to say, all will be handled in short order.
Miss Shardlow has been a bit more apologetic, and her Mother has indicated her own censure of her daughter's actions and has vowed to uphold the rulings of the Wizengamot.
Lord Parkinson, through his solicitor, has made overtures of conciliation with the caveat that Miss Parkinson will be left to fend for herself. Apparently he is more concerned with saving face then his daughter's well-being. I have not approached Lady Prewett in this regard, as I'm fairly certain what her answer would be, so I leave it to you and Hermione to decide.
You did mention hoping to gain some political leverage for the future, yes? Perhaps a vow of some kind might be a wise idea, should you intend to pursue those goals?
I will see you later today.
Your Father
Draco placed the letter in his book bag, and headed out of the Great Hall to make his way to his first class when he was stopped by Potter's voice calling him.
"Malfoy?"
Turning around to face the former bane of his existence, Draco inquired, "What can I do for you, Potter?"
"You got notified?"
"Yes."
"Aunt Muriel wanted to make sure that Hermione came with us both, but she didn't say why. Do you know?"
Draco hummed in the affirmative, "Apparently there have been a few threats."
"Do I want to know by whom?"
"Not really."
"Am I going to be unhappy with how this gets handled?"
Draco lifted an eyebrow and smirked, "Tell me, Potter—what would you do to protect your sister?"
Harry didn't even hesitate when he growled out, "Anything necessary."
"Good. So would I."
Harry nodded, his emerald green eyes glinted knowingly, but to his credit—he didn't ask for an elaboration nor an explanation...he just clapped Draco on the shoulder and walked back into the Great Hall.
Draco stared at the git completely stunned...
Did he just have a moment with Scarhead?
Shite!
He internally snickered.
The things he did for his witch!
The rest of the morning dragged by as Draco went to his classes, and he didn't see Hermione again until just before lunch when she came down from her Arithmancy class, and he had just finished Herbology. After they'd completed their midday meal, they headed to Charms together.
"So, Harry said you got a letter too?"
"Yes, from my Father."
"Are you worried about going to the Ministry?"
"No, I think it'll be pretty straightforward."
Draco didn't think it would be a good idea to share his concerns about Lord Rowle, but he had to wonder what Hermione would think if she found out after the fact, especially if he'd known.
"Draco?" She stopped him and pulled them both towards a secluded spot behind a suit of armor, "If something is going on, I just wish you'd tell me."
"I don't want you to worry, love."
"I'll worry more if I think you're keeping secrets from me."
It was hard to argue with that logic.
Draco had made the leap with his Gift of Fidelity that he wouldn't hide from his witch, not his emotions, nor who he was fundamentally deep down. Sighing, he pulled out his Father's letter and handed it over to Hermione and watched closely, as she read over the words—her expression at first shocked, then dismayed.
Then resigned.
"Your Father seems to think the Rowle's are going to be an issue."
"They will be."
"I'm not sure how to feel about that."
"I don't expect you to, love. You'll just have to understand that my Father took an unbreakable vow to protect you. If that old bastard did one decent thing in all this insanity, it was getting my Father to take that vow."
"I don't understand?"
Draco glanced around furtively for a moment, before erecting a privacy ward and then shared, "As I'm sure you're aware from our conversation earlier in the year, that Wizarding vows and oaths have different meanings and consequences not only for the person who receives the vow, but for the giver as well. For an unbreakable vow, think of it as a free pass in a roundabout way. A wizard or witch can't go against the vow. To do so, would cause that individual to die. So if my Father is convinced that someone means to harm you fatally or otherwise, it gives him some latitude in how he's able to deal with it."
"That's barbaric!"
"Yes it can be, which is why the majority of witches and wizards don't agree to participating in an unbreakable vow. My Father has the mark of the vow. If the Rowle's do try and do something untoward, Father is bound to intercede."
"And would he be punished for it?"
"If he were to use an unforgivable? Probably. But even then, it would be tricky to prove that he wasn't justified."
"I don't understand any of this."
"You wouldn't have, my love," Draco was quick to reassure, "we will learn about this next year in Charms class, but for the most part...Wizarding oaths and vows are taught in most Pureblood Households."
"I do remember Theo mentioning that too."
"I know."
Draco cancelled the spell and together they made their way class, and when it was done they went with Harry to Minerva's office.
The new Headmistress seemed rather tired and melancholy as she waved them towards her floo.
"Your family will be waiting for you on the other side."
"Thank you, Professor." Hermione replied politely.
"You're welcome, Miss Prewett, and for what it's worth? I'm so sorry about what happened. In all the years I knew Albus, it is hard to fathom that I really didn't know the man as well as I thought I did."
"I think we all feel that way, Professor."
Minerva nodded in resignation. "Although from what Amelia has shared, I'm happy for you both in having your Godfather returned to you. I do hope he's behaving himself with Hagrid."
"I think Padfoot is just happy to be here." Harry admitted.
"Well, just be warned that Sirius won't be able to return back next year. I do understand his need to be close to you both due to everything that has transpired, but he will need to figure out how to do so on his own soon enough."
"We understand." Hermione agreed readily, "I'm hoping Remus will be able to keep him in check and occupied."
The look Minerva gave them didn't inspire much confidence that she agreed with that sentiment, but all she said was, "Well, off you go. You may return through here when you're done."
"Thank you, Professor."
"It's not a problem, Miss Prewett. Give my best to Muriel."
"We will."
Hermione watched Harry go through the floo first, and she followed next. When she stepped out into the Ministry atrium, the first person she noticed was Harry standing there...looking very unhappy—then the flashes from the photographers cameras blinded her momentarily as she closed her eyes shut and felt someone pull her to the side. The whoosh of the floo sounded, and then she sensed Draco as he moved over to her quickly and enveloped her into his side.
That was when the shouting of the reporters started in earnest.
"Miss Prewett, is it true that you were kidnapped by Albus Dumbledore?"
"Mr. Malfoy, is it true that you and Miss Prewett are betrothed and that you're Miss Prewett's ancillary?
"Mr. Potter, is it true that Sirius Black is alive?"
The barrage of questions were non-stop until they got across the atrium and arrived at the Ministry elevators, which thankfully, Draco's Father and Lord Nott were there waiting for them with Muriel.
"Vultures." Muriel hissed, just as someone yelled something at her and she put her hand up to silence the horde, "Quiet!" She shouted, and Hermione was amazed at how well she seemed to control the rabid pack of gossipmongers. "There will be no statement given today, so I suggest you wait until the trials are done and if you can refrain from harassing myself and my family until then, perhaps I might be inclined to offer an interview. But if you don't? I will sic my family solicitors on anyone who prints even the least bit of salacious innuendo and falsehoods. Is that to be understood?"
By the harsh glare on her Grandmother's face, and by the put out groaning of the reporters standing there...Hermione had a pretty good idea they got the message loud and clear.
Muriel nodded and moved her family into the nearest Ministry elevator and they headed for the DMLE, where Amelia was waiting.
"How do you do that?" Harry wondered out loud.
"Years of practice, Nephew."
"Well I think it's brilliant." Harry offered with a genuine smile.
"Why thank you for that assessment." Muriel snarked, as the grate opened and she ushered them out into the Auror Department.
"Wotcher, Hermione!" A bright female voice called, and the witch in question smiled as she saw Tonks heading her way.
"Hi, Tonks."
The metamorphmagus enveloped her into a quick hug, then did the same for Harry.
When she got to Draco, Tonks just gave him the patented Black family smirk and drawled out, "Cousin, it's good to see you."
"Cousin."
"Is this how Blacks greet each other?" Hermione quipped with a tinge of sarcasm, causing Harry to snicker and Lucius to nod.
"You should've seen Cissy's father and brothers."
"Well, there is a portrait of Walburga at Grimmauld Place. She's a right piece of work."
Draco gaped at Harry, and Hermione noticed her grandmother, as well as Lucius and Thoros grimace in disgust at the mention of the witch.
"I take it she wasn't popular."
"It's déclassé to speak ill of the dead," Muriel snidely remarked, "but sometimes exceptions have to be made."
Hermione snorted and even Draco chuckled at that comment.
"Anyway," Tonks interrupted, "I'm here to escort you to Amelia's office."
"Then lead the way."
They all followed Tonks to the end of the hallway, where several large offices were located. As they approached the center one at the end of the corridor, the door swung open and a large blonde man stepped out—his expression thunderous.
When he saw the group, he sneered hatefully at them all.
"So, what have we here? If it isn't your mudblood raised Heir, Muriel."
Draco felt Hermione's distress, and his gaze narrowed at the large wizard.
Thorbjorn Rowle was a hulking wizard, a full head taller than his own father.
Menacing, with a deep scar down his left cheek that he insisted he'd received in fighting off a manticore.
"Rowle," Lucius drawled in warning, but the other wizard just narrowed his gaze, "your anger while understandable, is misdirected."
"And just how do you figure that, Malfoy? Your son strung my daughter along..."
"I did nothing of the sort!" Draco growled out enraged, "Therese never told me that your family was seeking out a betrothal for her. I had to find it out from Thorfinn, when he wrote to me and asked me my intentions. Your daughter tried to trap me into a compromising situation, and when I realized what she was trying to do, I ended my association with her."
"That's a lie!"
"And yet, it's not!" Draco demanded stoically, "I'm sorry about Thorfinn, but it was Dolohov who killed him, likely at the behest of Dumbledore. You want to be angry, fine. But blame the ones responsible."
Thorbjorn turned to the elder Malfoy and spat, "You let your boy speak for you?"
Lucius just smirked smugly. "My son is more than capable of defending the truth."
"We will see about that." Rowle's expression morphed into something truly vile, before he stomped off in fury.
"Nice guy." Harry deadpanned, and Hermione giggled softly even though her heart was racing like mad.
"I'm sorry, Princess."
"Don't be, Draco. Small minds don't bother me."
At that moment, Amelia emerged from her office with Gawain Robards.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting."
"Did you mean to set that up, Amelia?" Muriel inquired lowly, taking care that only those in their immediate party could hear the question.
The Head of the DMLE didn't reply, though she waved her hand towards her office and when Hermione glanced over her shoulder, the entire Auror pool was watching them and had obviously heard Lord Rowle's statements.
Once everyone was inside, Amelia offered tea and then got down to business.
"I know you understand why I've asked each of you here. If you're willing, Gawain will collect the memories and will store them in the Auror vault for the trials."
Everyone nodded, and once the memories were taken...Amelia sat back and sighed, "Is there anything else I need to know about, before I release you here this afternoon?"
Draco cleared his throat softly and said, "I would request a formal Wizengamot petition to reinstate Lord Sirius Black to his rightful place as Head of the Black family."
Both Harry and Hermione wore identical stunned expressions as they gasped in unison.
"Does he wish for the Lordship returned?" Amelia inquired with a soft smile.
"Probably not. He was burnt off the family tree, but as the current Lord Black, it is within my rights to reinstate him to his birthright. Perhaps if he is given the option, he might rise to the challenge."
Draco heard his Father cough behind him, but thankfully he didn't speak.
"You really think Sirius would want this?" Hermione inquired warily.
"I did ask him directly, and he didn't say no." Draco clarified, "He needs to be given a chance, one in which he wasn't given as a young man. He was wrongfully imprisoned for twelve years, and then killed trying to defeat the Dark Lord. He was an Auror before he was sent to Azkaban, yes? And it's my understanding that Potter here wants to join the ranks after graduation, so perhaps it's a place to start."
Everyone sat there gobsmacked. Hermione however, was staring at her wizard as if he'd captured the stars and given them to her, so Draco figured his plan was a solid one.
He expected he'd be handsomely rewarded for it too.
He was a consummate Slytherin, after all.
"We will speak with Sirius." Amelia nodded, her expression both thoughtful and impressed.
"That's all I ask."
As they all made to leave, Harry came over and gave Draco a considering look as he whispered under his breath, "Whatever it is you're planning, Malfoy, I want in on it."
Draco didn't respond, but his smugger than smug smirk let Harry know that he was spot on!