DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

A/n I wrote two chapters for this weekend, so enjoy them while it last.

The Pack -

Lear loved Hermione's mother on the spot. He saw many loved ones on her, in a way, she reminded her of his beloved Louise. He knew that Jean was happy, and this was good enough for him. The fact that Voldemort couldn't father more pups bothered him. The reason was simple, he wanted as many pups from the six she-wolves as possible.

When Lear looked into the Dark Lord, he discovered that his lifetime could not be extended much, twice at the most, because his body had died already. He wanted the union terminated until he understood Tom's fierce love for his child and his wife. They would always be safe. He was like Gellert, his family was sacred, thus, he would protect them all.

Lear looked at Tom and signaled him to come away from the others. "We want to unlock their wolves. They will be better protected."

"I agree, I am sad than more than likely you cannot grant me the gift." Tom already knew this.

"Probably not, although we could try, it might destroy you. What I can safely give you is twice what you lived so far, maybe longer." Lear offered. Why not, this is a good time as any. I'll ask.

"Tom, I have a proposal. Perhaps, in the future, you would allow your wife to have pups from a chosen donor. Wait, you are wrong." Lear quickly added when he saw the Dark Lord's grimace, "She doesn't need to be with anyone else."

"Would that be possible?" Picturing his wife full with child excited him. He had all kinds of plans before, now he could play them with her. He would like that, later on. He liked the idea of more powerful children surrounding him, maybe some who would call him Father. He had the feeling that the intended donor was Lear himself, even better.

"Yes, we have the means, I believe Muggles already do it; on their own way, but the result is the same; Fenrir informed me."

"We will discuss it later." Tom agreed to think about it. He wanted to see her body full with child, another baby, not bad. By later, he meant in a year or two.

Lear more than liked the idea, he would be the father, he wanted more Greyback pups. Besides, when the Dark Lord was gone, Jean would need a mate. He would be waiting. Maybe with time Tom would be more accommodating, willing to have an union as he had once with Fenrir's name sake, killed during the massacre, but that could wait. First things first. They were only part wolf, their human selves often shared female; mostly, because there were so few of them. It could be quite stimulating because of their nature; later, much later. She just looked so much like his Louise that it would be impossible to ignore her. A pup from her would suffice for the time being.

"What happened to Celeste? Her pup is Malfoy's according to Fenrir. How can that be? He is married." Lear's tone was hard.

Tom had limited information, but he agreed to keep him abreast. All be would put into order, he assured Lear..

"He needs to marry Celeste within a fortnight. Make it happen. She is a princess among my people and shouldn't have been pregnant before marriage. It is wrong. Malfoy should be grateful to be alive." He looked at Tom in the eye.

Tom, for the first time ever, was embarrassed. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks; it was unreal. There was no denying it, he had seduced the young witch, and a terrible misfortune had followed his Jean and his daughter until now. Was it over? He hoped.

"You don't get it, our pups conceived out the marriage bed, are either tainted in the worse of cases, or misfortune follows them and the mother. If you don't believe it, my people were destroyed by a tainted she-wolf. Or better, see what happened to our darling Jean, to your child, and to Celeste."

Something else occurred to Tom, "Fenrir and Hermione must be watched. My daughter is, well, my child, and she is one of you. Neither can be trusted, and she already had her share of tragedy. So you know, on my defense, I was marrying Jean the day she was taken from me." Just remembering it, made him angry.

Lear nodded, he knew this was the only apology he would ever get from the Dark Lord. Now about the new couple, "Yes, Sebus and I are already aware our children's goings, the two of them..."

"What are you aware of?" Tom interrupted, his blood boiling, what had Fenrir done? He was fuming, already forgetting the little speech about his daughter's possible behavior.

Lear smirked, "Nothing really, they like each other, they are meant for each other and anything could happen, but we will make sure otherwise." He wasn't about to turn his son in, particularly not when he could see the red on Tom's eyes.

Sebus who had listened for a while almost laughed. Although Lear was a straight arrow, he was a father first. Lear also distrusted either of one of the two cunning wolves in lust, which was good. With the Dark Lord aboard, all would be well. As for Celeste, time to talk.

"I want Malfoy's wife away from them, from my nieces," Sebus told Tom. "The sisters nearly killed Celeste, they came looking for her. She left in a Muggle car, which saved her, mostly because there were too many Muggles. The thought that someone could hurt the young pup worries me."

Tom was incensed, he would do some looking of his own. Narcissa was a danger to his daughter, he could feel it. "You are saying that both sisters came looking for her?"

"Celeste assured me that was the case. She also saw others, but she was running and wasn't sure who was there. They wanted her dead because she was carrying a Malfoy baby. They called her terrible names."

Tom noticed how both wolves' faces were changing with anger, fascinating.

"How did they know that she was pregnant? She has no idea how they found her; however, I have an idea. Bellatrix had threatened her before, and probably she placed a one time finding charm on Celeste. They don't work well in the Muggle world, maybe they got lucky. She might still have it, we will look." Sebus was repeating Fenrir.

"Don't worry, she will not have any access." Tom meant it, Narcissa was hiding something. Hence he wanted the Black witch far from all of his witches. Moreover, heaven forbids that Narcissa would tell Jean about his watching the twisted sisters playing with each other.

His enemies should be aware that he would destroy everyone if either his Jean or his daughter were killed, he would show no mercy. Indeed, he would do some looking, and he knew who would help him.

They went back to the ballroom. On their way, they all looked back at the same time; each had felt eyes upon them.

"Did you see someone?" The trio asked in unison.

Meanwhile Millie had taken to Lucius without any reservations. Lucius was keeping an eye on Draco; Narcissa hadn't been invited which made Draco sore and nasty.

Presently, Draco was furious watching his father with someone who looked a lot like Jean, and wait, what was the thing between them? A plump, short creature, with curly hair colored like... it couldn't be. Vague memories scratched the surface, memories from darker times.

He had arrived late and missed the excitement. But that wasn't all, when she saw Draco, she pulled away from the adults and hurried towards him. Lucius wasn't sure if he liked it.

Draco was boiling but all changed when the chubby thing ran to him, and he froze. Bloody hell, who is this? What has my father done?

The human cannon jumped an unbelievable distance and landed next to him. Right away Millie hugged his legs and looked up to him. "Ou look like' em." She pointed at Lucius, "E lob's me. I'm Millie, his lile wish, he tolds me."

The words didn't bother Draco, it was the witch thing, no competition, good. His heart felt funny. He bent, but thought better and sat on his calves, "Hi, I am Draco, his big wizard. Do you want cake?"

She smiled, "Yes," feeling at ease with him, she gave him her hand. "Mommy says t'old hans, okay?"

"Sure, or would you rather have a horsey ride?" He offered, realizing that he liked her a lot. More than like her, he was uncertain about this surge of emotions. He was not sure what was going on.

"Yes, I'm very t'red." She sighed and sagged her shoulders, looking pitiful.

"I bet," Draco grinned. He used to do the same. He pulled his wand, casted a levitation spell and put her on his back.

"Chocolate or white cake?" He knew the answer.

"Boff and wif ice cream?" She sounded hopeful.

"Yup, the right answer, I want the same." He was right.

Now, for the last touch. He was about to ask when she made the last request, "and 'wif cloded crem' and 'cunchies'?"

Draco grinned, she was his sister. Oh yes, his father liked the same. It made everyone disgusted. "Indeed, that is a great idea, and with a glass of lemonade."

She covered his head with sloppy kisses. "No tell mommy okay?" She whispered conspiratorially.

"Goes without saying, nobody understands it." He loved her hot little hands on his neck and playing with his hair. He also liked her giggles and her sloppy kisses; why lie? She was likeable and altogether perfect, she was a Malfoy.

One of Narcissa's friends noticed. Narcissa would be told, this day. The nerve, and what was up with Draco? She would also tell her. Her husband had left her for a younger witch, witches needed to stick together.

Lucius looked at Greg and nodded. He wanted Draco watched, he had started distrusting his son, and Millie was precious. He wanted to give Millie his name and wouldn't not allow anyone to harm her. He followed right behind them.

Plans for the wedding were made. Neither parent wanted a big wedding. While Fenrir and Hermione were their only children, there were too many chances of something going wrong. It would be at the fortress.

At the end, the wedding would be attended by several hundred guests. Unavoidable since all the wolves would come. They would come from far and wide. They would include Fenrir's maternal relatives, Hermione's friends and professors, and Lord Tom's inner circle.

The reception would be at a palace that made the Manors look shabby. The guests would come via a floo connection between the fortress and the Manor, it was intentional, so nobody would know where they were at.

Remus just asked Hermione to invite one of her former foes, a Slytherin, and her mother. When she refused, "Miss Riddle," he winked knowing she hated when he used that name, "I have a confidence, one I can trust you with, if you'd allow me," he looked at her.

When she nodded, he continued, "Pansy is my child, Magnolia, her mother, was in my class. She was a Slytherin and out of my reach. It didn't matter, we were madly in love. She wanted to run away with me, but the fool that I was I refused her. I was afraid she would hate to lose all her privileges. We were still seeing each other when James and Lily were killed. I dropped out, and she had no choice but to marry a friend of her father."

I told you and you ignored me. I told she was pregnant, Moony grumbled.

"I didn't think that she could be pregnant. It was my own fault."

Hermione's surprised expression made Remus blush. "You still love her, don't you?"

Pansy and her mother were added to the guest list. Tom caught Remus' elated expression. After a mild probe, he knew Remus' secret. He smirked, it made him happy to know he wasn't the only one who made mistakes. Even Saint Gryffindor was in with him.

Hermione couldn't figure out why her father was snickering that entire day, by now her nerves were shot thinking about the wedding. "Cut it out, what is up with you?"

He was going to share his thoughts when Jean entered the room. He stopped himself, Jean still had a 'headache' until the night before, he wasn't about to tempt fate.

He shrugged his shoulders, "A private joke." His witches suspicious looks had him sweating. "Okay, I heard you calling Lucius, the prettiest of them all."

At this, they all laughed, Tom breathed easier, particularly since he just noticed that Jean was wearing one of the Bavarian dresses he had given her. All was well, now to tie loose ends.

"The cardigan you wore when I met you was the same pink." He told Jean. Jean smiled knowingly and touched his cheek. His eyes closed, he grabbed her hand and kissed the palm.

"Ugh, you two are so gross. At least make it to the room this time. Gods, mom was nearly three years younger than I, and you have the nerve to keep a tight leash on me!" Hermione snarled and left.

Her parents had already tuned her out. Not entirely, Tom flicked his wrist and Apparated them to their room; he was following his daughter's advice.

a/n Hmm. This story is winding down, as much as I liked it, I need to close. I know it has a few followers and maybe one day soon, I will try another version of Voldemort-Hermione Father-Daughter. -