Author's Note: Time Keepers is co-written with SarahFraser.

Summary:

Inspired by Aurelian, we present you a Dreomione 2nd Gen time travel fix it fic.

The year was 2032, and The Black Empress and her Death Eaters reigned supreme. For the past two years, the world had been thrown into chaos and darkness. For the remaining members of the Malfoy-Nott family they'd already lost so much to the Third War, and were desperate to survive. As a last ditch attempt to save his children, Scorpius and Viola, Theodore Malfoy-Nott throws a time turner of his own creation over their shoulders, in hopes to save not only his children, but their world as well.

The seventeen-year-old twins find themselves now living in 2013, in a world where Harry Potter has just died. Faced with parents they don't recognize–a mother who is skeptical of who they are, a dad that is unsure of what to do with them, and a drug addicted papa–they're lost in more ways than one. Now they must help their parents stop the future they've come from, and attempt to have a 'normal' seventh year at Hogwarts.

Draco, Hermione and Theo are not only forced into parenthood without any warning, but now must stop the Black Empress and prevent the Third Wizarding War from coming to pass.

Notes: Inspired by Aurelian by BittyBlueEyes.

This story is not for the faint of heart, if you have a weak stomach go ahead and jump ship now. We won't blame you.

If a trigger exists, it's in this fic. Mind the tags. We aren't kidding.

Tags: Time Turners (Harry Potter)

Time Travel Fix-It Kid Fic Auror Draco Malfoy Healer Draco Malfoy Auror Hermione Granger Department of Mysteries (Harry Potter) Bisexual Theodore Nott Drug Addiction Drug Use Triads Coworkers to lovers Luna Lovegood and Draco Malfoy are Cousins Time Travel Bisexual Draco Malfoy Tattooed Scorpius Malfoy Neville Longbottom is a drug dealer Harry Potter is Dead Supportive Narcissa Black Malfoy Grandma Narcissa Black Malfoy Theo Nott is a mess Theo Nott is an agent of chaos Unspeakable Theodore Nott Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Molly Weasley Bashing Ron Weasley Bashing Werewolves Veela Mates Werewolf Mates Teen Pregnancy Unplanned Pregnancy LGBTQ Themes Age Difference Public Sex Sex Clubs Animagus Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Drug Withdrawal drug overdose Necrophilia homophobic violence Sex Work Homophobia Self-Harm Character Death Graphic Description Rape Sex Trafficking forced imprisonment Kidnapping Necromancy POV Multiple Non-Linear Narrative Twins The Grangers were bad parents Albus Dumbledore Bashing Harry Potter Bashing Head Auror Hermione Granger Auror Pansy Parkinson Auror Neville Longbottom Unspeakable Luna Lovegood Theodore Nott and Luna Lovegood friendship OC main character Third Wizarding War Brutal Murder Curses Squibs Scorpius Malfoy with ADHD pansexual scorpius malfoy

Chapter 1:

31st of July 2030;

Trafalgar Square, London, England

Theo Nott pulled the hood of his cloak up so that it was better covering his face. Even though he'd used one of Teddy Lupin's hairs in his polyjuice and had used the metamorphmagus's abilities to make himself look like a deformed combination of Thorfinn Rowle and Antonin Dolohov, he was still leery of being discovered. The massive size of Rowle and the evil look of Dolohov's dark eyes with the pitch black hair and thick black eyebrows along with half his face appearing to be melted, the bone of his jaw exposed kept everyone in the crowd at a distance.

"Stay close," he growled to the empty space next to him as he knocked a fragile looking man out of his way, making sure that no one noticed it was indeed not an empty space. "Out of my way," he snarled at the man, who sputtered out an apology as he quickly put some distance between himself and Theo's terrifying visage.

"Mum," he heard his son's whispered gasp drawing his and his daughter's attention to the scene before them. A choked sob had Theo pulling out his Hornbeam wand and quickly silencing the twins before they drew any unwanted attention to themselves. There was no way he could scold the fifteen-year-olds for not being able to hold their tongues, even at fifty-one he was finding it hard to not have an outburst at the sight before him.

His wife's body hung limp, appearing to be in a catatonic state, on a St. Andrew's cross. Wooden pegs were crudely nailed through her wrists and ankles, keeping her in place as if she were on a display. The only indication of life was the shallow rise and fall of her chest, her beautiful curls had at some point been shaved while she was in captivity, leaving her bloodied and broken face on full display for the crowd. Theo nudged at her mind, attempting to communicate with her, but instead of the beautiful and insightful thoughts he'd have found months earlier, he only encountered white noise.

His hands shook in fury, but he watched without moving as Lucius Malfoy strolled back and forth in front of her. A silver dagger in one hand as he ran it over her naked body, cutting her open with each pass, blood flowing over her filthy skin as the blade went bone deep again and again. How Theo was desperate to grab hold of that long white plaited hair and rip it from his head for touching his wife. He was tempted to tell his children not to watch, but knew they would ignore him anyway. If he had anywhere that he felt safe leaving them he would have never brought them here to this hell on earth, but at the present time no where was safe.

A loud cheer tore him from his thoughts as he reached out and gently brushed the arm of one of his children, feeling at ease knowing that they were still beside him and safe. His jaw clicked as he realised who the crowd was cheering for. His father ascended the platform lifting his hands in the air, amping up the crowd, the cheers and shouts deafening, as a wicked smile crossed his face. Without warning, he pulled his wand and a jet of green light exploded from the tip, crashing into one of the adoring fans whose body crumpled to the ground.

The sick display was only met with even more cheering, making Theo reach out and tug his invisible children behind him. He felt what he assumed was his daughter's hands gripping his cloak, trembling in fear as she watched her paternal grandfather kill three more people in the front row before turning his attention back to the two bodies on the platform. Draco, like Hermione, hung on a St. Andrews cross, but his body wasn't the same ruin that their wife's was. There were burns and cuts all over his alabaster skin, but his white blonde hair remained, showing him for what he was, a Malfoy.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! We welcome you today to the demonstration!" Thoros bellowed, not even bothering to use his wand to amplify his voice.

'Draco,' Theo reached out, with his legilimency. 'Draco, I'm here to save you.' At Theo's message, his husband's head twitched up so that he was glaring at Thoros Nott.

'You can't be here Theo! You have to run, save yourself, Hermione's mind is broken, she's already gone. You can't save me, save yourself. It's suicide to try anything.'

"We have here a mudblood and a blood traitor and under the rule of the Black Empress, this is what will become of anyone who questions their place in society going forward." In a last ditch act of defiance, Draco spat a mouth full of blood into his father-in-law's face before flashing his signature smirk.

'I love you, tell Scorpius and Viola that I love them. keep them safe, my beloved, no matter what it takes.'

'No, NO! DRACO!' Theo shouted through his mind just as Thoros' fist landed a clean blow, shattering Draco's cheekbone and jaw, blood spewing from his nose as the blonde's head flung backwards.

"Shall we start with the mudblood bitch?" Lucius asked, stepping forwards, his grey eyes narrowing at his son. Thoros grabbed Draco by his hair and yanked his head so that he was forced to look towards Hermione, even though one eye was already swelling shut.

"This is the fate that anyone will meet if they are found guilty of sullying pureblood lineage," Lucius announced as he stepped forward with a slash of his knife. He cut into Hermione's abdomen carving her up as though he were a butcher until finally her uterus fell with a sickening 'splat' onto the platform below her. Simultaneously, Theo vomited onto the ground as Draco let out an animalistic howl next to her. Behind him, Theo felt the grip on his robes loosen as his daughter fainted into the arms of her brother.

'Draco, DRACO! I love you, please, you can't leave me!' Theo reached out as Draco's screams of agony only grew louder.

'RUN THEO!'

Thoros didn't waste any time before stepping up and shoving his knife into Draco's sternum and yanking down. Thrusting his hand into the hole he'd created, Thoros ripped Draco's heart from his chest and turned towards the cheering crowd with the organ still beating in hand.

"AND THIS IS THE FATE OF THOSE WHO STAIN THEIR FAMILY LINES WITH FILTH!" The monster that had sired Theo cried as he squeezed, compressing Draco's heart until blood splashed across the faces of those closest to the stage.

"Papa," his son's voice shook as he spoke, surprising Theo that the boy would have been able to break his spell. Theo quickly waved his wand to reset the silencing spell on his children.

Theo turned around to where he knew his children were hidden–his daughter fainted and his son terrified–under Harry Potter's invisibility cloak. Taking one last look at his spouses' mutilated bodies, his face hardened as he vowed to avenge the loves of his life. His father and Lucius Malfoy would pay for taking them from him, from their children.

Reaching out, Theo took hold of both his children's arms before apparating away back to the safe house.

...

9th of May 2013;

Nott Castle, on an unplottable island off the coast of Lowestoft in Suffolk

"Thus ends the Great and Noble House of Nott…" another dart flew through the air, landing in the hole that used to be Thoros Nott's face on the family tapestry, with the dates 1935-1998; age 63 below his name, the only thing left of his father on the ancient family heirloom. "Good riddance, fucker should have died sooner if you ask me," Theo muttered as he tripped over the dragon hide boots that he'd thrown carelessly on the floor.

"Mipsy! Wait, I freed you. Fuck, where did I put that spliff?" Theo asked himself, stumbling around his study, bumping into various pieces of furniture as he searched for the marijuana cigarette he'd rolled just moments earlier. At least, it only felt like it'd been moments earlier, the pills he'd taken when he woke might have thrown off his perception of time. "Buffy? Nope, freed her too."

Pausing in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, Theo blinked a few times as he studied his reflection. His dark blue eyes were blown wide and bloodshot from the drugs he'd been doing all day. His cheeks were slightly sunken in, making him wonder when the last time he'd consumed something besides firewhisky or cocaine as a meal, merely shrugging away the concern for his emaciated state. His skin tone was leaning much more towards a grey hue as opposed to its natural bronze state, but that was probably to blame on his lack of nutrition and hydration. Not to mention, when was the last time he'd been out in the sun?

His chestnut curls were so oily from his lack of personal hygiene, that instead of falling into his face as they did naturally, they were sticking straight up in the air. A quick sniff to his unbuttoned canary yellow Hawaiian shirt that he'd snagged from his squib cocaine dealer made Theo grimace. Maybe he had been wearing it for a few days longer than was socially acceptable, but what did he care about society's expectations? He hadn't left his castle in two weeks, if not longer, so what did it matter? It's not as if anyone could just make a social call, one of the perks to living on an unplottable island.

Still, he rarely left his castle, preferring to work on his research in his home office. After the two other wizards on his team had sucked themselves and half their office and furniture into some unknown dimension a few months ago, the Head Unspeakable was content to let him work wherever he pleased. The only condition being that Theo kept himself and his work a safe distance away from the Head Unspeakable, so as not to accidentally send him off into some alternate reality as well. Turns out, making one's life work the study of time, time manipulation, and parallel dimensions was rather dangerous and potentially deadly–although if he were to die, it was unlikely that anyone would know for weeks.

Well, Luna would notice. Luna and her meddlesome ways, always appearing out of thin air when he teetered too close to an overdose.

Theo stared into his dead looking eyes, reminding himself that this isolation and life was his choice, his preference.

It had been just fifteen years since the Battle of Hogwarts. Fifteen years since the dark arsehole died. Fifteen years since his sadistic father had died.

It'd been about eighteen years since he'd last been sober, ten years since he'd somehow passed his charms mastery and five years since he'd finally convinced the Ministry he wasn't secretly a dark wizard and got his job as an Unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries in the time room.

Time. Yes time was a very funny fucking thing.

Still looking into the mirror, Theo was suddenly thrilled when he found his new spliff where he had left it–behind his left ear. Theo tucked the joint between his lips and lit it with a targeted wandless incendio. Taking a deep inhale, the pot and tobacco burned his lungs before he finally released the breath, the smoke billowing up and disappearing as it reached the dark ceiling.

"I'm going to get fucking arrested if anyone finds this," Theo said, out loud to no one per usual. "Being able to go as far back in time as you want. Going to break the fucking timeline, Nott."

A one hour reversal charm was the first step. No one had been able to contain one since the original three hundred year old charm, which had been broken seventeen years ago in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, until now… Maybe... Possibly… Probably, because even with all the drugs in his system, he still was a Charms prodigy and an all around genius after all.

Theo pulled out his Hornbeam wand, spliff still hanging from his lips, narrowing his eyes as the smoke drifted up causing them to burn, then he tapped the hourglass and said the incantation. Theo was blasted away from his desk, slamming into the wall, making a Theo sized dent. His back ached from the impact and he was grateful that he was high enough to blunt the edge off the pain surging through his body. He sighed as he spotted his beloved spliff laying on the ground next to his thigh. The marijuana cigarette had been reduced to not much more than a chunk of twisted paper on the floor and he groaned, realising he'd have to make a trip into the nearby muggle town to buy more drugs later. Or he could just send a quick owl to Neville, see if the Auror who was, ironically, his primary hookup for marijuana would be willing to send some over and Theo could avoid any unnecessary human contact.

"Fuck, wrong combination of sand I think." He said, running a hand through his hair, "Hmm. What are your thoughts, Father?" Theo asked, reaching up, pulling another dart out of the tray on his side table and throwing it at the tapestry from his place on the floor. "Fucking bastard, glad to be rid of…" The thought disintegrated like mist in Theo's head as he watched a golden thread materialise off his name and a new name appeared below his own.

Viola Hermione Alexandria Nott; age 17

"I have got to stop doing drugs while I'm working," Theo took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. "Hallucinations. I think Luna said too much pixie dust can cause them, speaking of, I'll need to stop by Knockturn later as well. Fucking Luna marrying Blaise, bastard making me have to find a new dealer. No one's shit compares to what Luna sold, fucking bullshit marriage," he muttered to himself, as he stood and stretched out his back, flinching at the stabbing pain.

He heard his joints cracking and soothed his aching back by rubbing a hand over where the impact had been the hardest before looking at the tapestry again. Theo felt his mouth going dry at what was now there. Connected with a red string to his own name was Hermione Jean Granger; age 33.

Doing the maths quickly on his fingers, he shook his head and rechecked his numbers. Nope, he was right the first time. "I know I was doing a lot of drugs fifth year, but you'd think I would remember having sex with Granger," he murmured as he stepped closer to the tapestry, adjusting his spectacles. Clearly, he was in desperate need of a new prescription. That errand could be added to his drug run as well.

A picture of Granger's face was now a smiling addition to his family tree. Her long dark perfectly coiled hair framing her face and the darkest brown eyes with flecks of gold in them stared back at him. Hell, it even showed light freckles spattered across her nose and cheeks that he'd always found adorable. It must have been a recent portrait of her because she didn't look like she was in her early twenties, the laugh lines etched into her face crinkled at her eyes showed that she'd lived a life. She was still stunningly beautiful, even if she was on his family tapestry next to pureblood bigots. Terrible place for anyone to be, especially someone as gorgeous as her. Nope, none of those thoughts, last he'd heard Granger was working as an Auror and he did not need an Auror nosing around the castle, not even Neville, who graciously overlooked a great many things during his occasional visits.

As Theo shook those thoughts from his head, he watched with horror as just below Granger another girl's face was appearing. Long dark curls–almost a perfect combination of his and Granger's–and his sapphire blue eyes, the girl was smiling at him, showcasing dimples like his on her cheeks and she was wearing a pair of cat eye rimmed glasses–inheriting his poor eyesight. Aside from the eye colour, dimples, looser curls, and lack of freckles; the girl was a damn near replica of Granger, making them undeniably related. Oh, fuck. Did I black out a lot more that year than I realised?

Running to his fireplace, Theo opened up his Floo, hysteria already taking hold of him. When he was working from home, he had the tendency to keep it locked so he wouldn't be distracted by anyone–read that as Luna Zabini–coming over unannounced. She was the only one other than Neville who had Floo access. He had locked everyone else out years ago. He ignored the pang in his chest at that. It was for the best.

This development, however, was more than reason enough to ignore work for the rest of the day and call for the little chit to come and fix whatever the fuck was going on.

Before he could even grab the floo powder to call for Luna, green flames burst to life. It was as if the little minx could read his mind–and in all honesty she probably could–as she stepped through the hearth and he grabbed ahold of her shoulders, dragging her into the room. Her long white blonde hair hung loose down her back in waves, tucked behind her ears to show off earrings that her kids had made for her with macaroni noodles. A floor length bright yellow long-sleeved dress made her pale skin look as if she were glowing.

"Thank Salazar you're here," Theo started to say as he held onto his only real friend in the world. He was cut off before he could say anymore as two additional people holding onto Luna's hands emerged from the green flames, filing into the room behind her.

The first was a boy that Theo could not concentrate on because next to him was the girl from the tapestry. Only she wasn't smiling now, her dimples hidden from view, as her lips were set in a tight line. Her long chestnut curls were pulled into plaited braids, but they weren't neat by any means, the loose hairs framing her face. She was wearing a well loved dark brown leather jacket and cargo pants tucked into ankle high black dragonhide boots.

Her face and hands were completely filthy, with scratches covering her olive skin. A mixture of mud, grass, twigs, and blood covered her–not to mention the sheen of sweat beaded at her hairline as if she'd just been in a foot race. She stood as if she were ready for a duel to begin, her hand twitching next to her thigh wand holster. And her eyes, they were darting around the room–even looking towards his multiple secret passageways. The girl seemed to be more paranoid than Theo, and that was saying something. It also seemed that this unknown girl– Theo refused to entertain his tapestry by even thinking of her as his daughter–had a clear familiarity with his personal study. However, up until a few moments ago, Theo had never even seen a picture of her, and he was absolutely certain that she'd never been in his home, much less his study, before.

When her sapphire gaze finally settled on him, she let out a gasp before turning and reaching out for her companion, who Theo hadn't even given a second thought before now. The equally dirty and bloody pale hands that wrapped around the girl's own hands made Theo look over to see who this third person was. His jaw dropped open at the sight, believing this must be the worst hallucination of the day.

"Luna, why does Draco Malfoy have purple hair? And why is he with you, in my house?" Theo asked, pulling a new spliff that he'd forgotten about from behind his right ear and lighting it. Less uppers, that's what Theo needed to work on, taking less uppers and smoking more weed. Yes, an owl to Neville was going to have to be sent out within the hour for more of his special strain.

The dark purple tips on this Draco weren't the only things that were different from how Theo remembered him. Dangling from his left ear was an earring of a king cobra, the metal snake positioned in a way that it looked ready to strike if one were to reach towards it.

The sleeveless forest green hoodie the boy was wearing showed off tattoos going up the side of his neck and covering the entirety of his arms. There was an Auror shield tattooed on the left side of his neck with ᚻᛖᚱᛘᛡᚾᛖ underneath the shield and ᛞᚱᚪᚳᚩ above it. Theo's runic translations were rusty, but he was sure the script said 'Hermione' and 'Draco.' Draco always had been a bit egocentric, but Theo couldn't imagine him getting his own name tattooed on his neck.

His arms were positively covered in an amalgamation of images: wands, crossed quidditch brooms, pansies, narcissus flowers, a trowel. The red ribbon tying the quidditch brooms together and the flowers all swayed, appearing as though there was a gentle breeze blowing them. That was a bit of magic Theo had never even heard of being done with tattoos before. The tips of the wands on his forearms occasionally lit up, but what the fuck, Theo thought, Is that really that a chocolate frog package on his elbow? Couldn't be, could it?

His camouflage cargo shorts showed off more animated tattoos of flames licking one of his calves while the other showed an orange cat with a squished face glaring at him, even going as far as to swipe its paw in Theo's direction. Seriously, whoever had come up with animated tattooing was fucking brilliant. Was it created by potions added to the ink or a charm placed afterwards?

All of these were new additions to the blonde that Theo didn't remember. Then again, their Hogwarts graduation had been the last time he'd last seen Draco in person. A lot could change about a person in nearly two decades, including preferences on getting tattoos. Although, now that Theo was actually looking at this strange Draco's face, he had to admit that he looked younger than Draco ought to have been now. He was nearly thirty-three after all and this boy didn't appear to be over twenty.

"Ah, yes. I'm not Draco Malfoy," the blonde spoke up, catching Theo off guard and making him stumble backwards slightly. "Well, not technically speaking. I mean I am not the Draco Malfoy you are thinking of. Draco is one of my middle names and Malfoy is part of my last name." He explained, as if any of this should be making sense to Theo, which it did not. "Scorpius Malfoy-Nott, at your service. Mind if I have a hit? It's been a bit of a fucked day." Not-Draco asked, motioning towards the joint still burning between Theo's fingers.

"Uh, sure? Luna, what the fuck is this?" Theo asked, passing the weed to the younger boy. Now that he was looking at him better, Theo could see a few more subtle differences. Scorpius had hazel eyes as opposed to Draco, who most certainly had silver. The hair, besides the dyed colour, was also slightly different. There were a few curls breaking through the straightening charm the boy had obviously used, whereas Theo knew for a fact that Draco had naturally straight hair. There were also a few freckles speckled across his bare arms, but aside from that he was the spitting image of Draco Malfoy.

His face, just like his companion's, was covered in bruises, scratches, and dirt. Wherever these two kids had come from was not a place Theo wanted to venture.

"Hello, Theodore. I'd like you to meet Scorpius and Viola. They are your children and tell me that they're from the future," Luna said with that gaze that made him wonder if she might not be high as fuck as well. Perhaps, she'd be generous and willing to share after playing such an elaborate joke on him.

"You can't smoke weed with Papa, Scorpius!" He heard an unfamiliar feminine voice hiss out, "He's been sober for nearly twenty years!"

"Pffff, and tell me, why not exactly? He isn't Papa, Vi. Look at him, the guy is totally whacked out right now and smells like he hasn't bathed in weeks. I'd bet anything he's got more drugs stashed around here. Think they might be in the false panel?" The boy, Scorpius, walked away from his sister and went straight to the false panel in the wall, where Theo admittedly did have a large quantity of highly illegal drugs hidden.

His father had used it for hiding Dark artefacts and other illegal objects from the Ministry raids. Theo just used it to hide his stash, and this unknown boy managed to open one of the best hiding places in the entirety of Nott Castle within seconds. "Luna, who the fuck are these kids and where did you find them?" Theo whispered, unable to move as he was rooted to the spot while he watched in alarm as enough narcotics to kill a full size Romanian Longhorn was pulled from the wall.

"My office, they just sort of fell out of thin air."

"Jackpot! Fuck, Vi, Papa wasn't kidding when he said he was a mess before mum and dad got with him. Look at this, he's got pixie dust in here. Cocaine, a bit more weed, heroin, mushrooms, blotter acid, a massive amount of pills, cigarettes, the good firewhisky."

"How did you know about that spot? I haven't told anyone that it's there!" Theo said–his legs finally working–running over and yanking the bag with the pixie dust in it away from the teen, once he'd realised what the boy was holding. Throwing the contraband back where it belonged, Theo slammed the panel shut, causing it to blend back into the wall as the wards reset over it, then stood in front of the teen with his arms crossed.

The kid shrugged his shoulders and walked back to where the girl was silently standing, looking angry, sullen, and –Merlin help his soul– disappointed. "We grew up here, well at least part of our lives, of course we know about it. What year is it, by the way?" Scorpius asked, still looking around the room.

"Today is the ninth of May 2013," Luna answered before asking,"and when are you from?" as if this were a normal everyday conversation to be having.

"Shit, um, ninth of May 2032. So, uh, is Harry Potter dead already then?" Scorpius' response made Theo's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. While Luna, on the other hand, just pondered the response, as if the boy hadn't just casually asked if her wife's ex-husband was dead.

"Is he supposed to be?" Luna finally asked after a pause much longer than one would normally give in a conversation. At Scorpius and his sister's nods, she continued, "He's due to be picking James and Albus up in a few days. Oh, they're going to be so terribly sad if he is," Luna replied. The news of her wife's ex possibly being dead finally appeared to rattle her, at least in her own Luna way. Theo had never seen her look so disturbed, while others might not notice the outward signs, Theo did. Her breaths were coming in a bit quicker and her already pale skin had paled just a bit more as the news sank in, "I should probably go be with Ginny and tell her. We'll also have to alert the aurors so they can begin searching for him. Hopefully they believe me, well Neville and Pansy most certainly will. Theodore, do you think you'll be alright with your children for now?"

No. I am completely unequipped to handle this, Luna. Don't leave! "Yeah, uh, I'll see about getting a hold of Draco and Granger. Can't leave these two wandering the street with no place to go," Theo told her.

"I will see you two soon," Luna said to the teens, giving each of them a quick hug that Theo was surprised to see them return.

"Bye Aunt Luna," the boy…Not-Draco…Scorpius said sadly. The spliff he'd gotten from Theo earlier between his fingers as he took one final drag, finishing it off. While his sister, Viola, narrowed her eyes and brushed away a stray tear that had leaked through her lashes.

With a sad look in her eyes, Luna walked over to the fireplace and disappeared into the green flames, calling out 'Zabini Cottage.' Theo looked over at the two kids, who apparently were his, Draco, and Granger's children. Well, fuck.

...

Meanwhile, at Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire

Narcissa Malfoy was busy answering her correspondence in her deceased husband's office. She preferred the lighting and the view overlooking her roses as she wrote letters and responded to the various invitations to events that she and Draco were regularly asked to attend. As she stared at the Malfoy family tapestry ahead of her searching for the exact wording to say that she had zero desire to attend a gala being held by Gertrude Goyle, a frisson in the air caught her attention before she could bring quill to parchment however.

A gold thread began to weave into the tapestry that took up the entirety of the wall in front of her. Coming down from Draco's picture and a portrait began to appear, and in a very un-lady-like fashion, Narcissa's jaw dropped open at the sight. A single red thread wove to the left of her son's picture and a face she knew all too well began to appear there, seeing as the woman was Draco's very own partner in the Auror Department. Narcissa snapped her mouth shut and clenched her jaw as her name began to stitch itself under her portrait: Hermione Jean Granger; age 33.

Under Draco's smiling face, his blonde hair perfectly styled and the slight stubble that he chose to wear to her utmost annoyance, was a portrait of a young man who could have been his twin as a teen, with the exception of his hazel eyes and wavy hair.

Scorpius Draco Theodore Malfoy; Age 17.

Her son, it appeared, had tampered with the over one-thousand-year-old tapestry and doing the maths quickly, she could understand his choice in doing so. But why, pray tell, in the last seventeen years he'd neglected to mention that he had a baby with Hermione Granger when he was fifteen was beyond her!

Correspondence forgotten, Narcissa swept from the room, heading toward the Floo in high dudgeon. She was going to get to the bottom of this and Draco Lucius Malfoy had some explaining to do.

...

Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE) office, The Ministry of Magic, London.

He was staring again, but in all honesty he couldn't help it. Her coffee-colored curls were sentient, he'd always sworn they were after he got caught in them when he first met her on the train to Hogwarts at age eleven. Now he knew for a fact that they really did seem to take on a life of their own, especially when his fingers were tangled in them while she rode out waves of pleasure on top of him.

Her chocolate eyes peaked up from the report she'd been working on, before quickly looking back down as a flush crossed her cheeks at being caught glancing at him. Oh, he thought, this was perfect, apparently he wasn't the only person unable to keep their attention on their work. He could run with that new little bit of information as he smirked at her when she peered up at him again.

It had been a week since they'd attended the Victory Ball together as work partners. For the fifteenth year anniversary, the Ministry had pulled out all the stops and had done a fantastic job spending the taxpayers' money. When Hermione had approached him and asked if he was going to go, Draco had at first thought she was joking.

He'd been a marked Death Eater, fighting on the losing side of the war. No, he would not be in attendance.

That had been his plan, but then Granger had pouted those soft pink lips and her giant doe eyes had rounded even more… He'd agreed on the spot, unable to say no when she looked at him like that. Eight years of being her partner and she knew exactly how to manipulate him, very Slytherin indeed.

The floor length golden V neck dress she'd worn made her olive skin glow. The long sleeves had allowed for her to hide her mudblood scar from the prying eyes, because at this point the entire wizarding community knew of the scar and were shameless with their curiosity about it.

A slit going up one leg let Draco's fantasies of those silky legs wrapping around his hips as he thrust into her run wild. How he had groaned when he saw the blessed designer had made the gown backless. And when his hand sat inappropriately low on the smooth expanse of her back for most of the night, Granger never once corrected the placement or scolded him as she often did when he annoyed her (and it was often that he annoyed her).

That was, at least, until enough champagne had given him the courage to lean in closer than socially acceptable when they were dancing. The way she'd watched the way he moved in his fitted muggle tuxedo hadn't gone past him and he'd only hoped for maybe a chaste kiss on his cheek. Something that he could soberly excuse as being a friendly move by a colleague.

Instead, after the speeches were given and Potter's absence explained away, Granger had dragged him to the nearest bathroom and had her wicked way with him, right there against the stall's door. Following that, the night saw them both going to the fireplaces and heading straight back to her flat for the rest of the evening. And what an evening it had been! The release of the tension that had been between them for years had been explosive. The interlude in the bathroom was just the beginning.

That had been a week ago. Draco hadn't been to his own place for more than gathering up fresh clothes since then. Running a hand through the longer white blonde hair styled perfectly on the top of his, Draco stood up and moved with precision towards his prey.

"Granger, there's something in the evidence locker I was needing help with." Draco let his baritone voice purr as he leaned over her.

Head bent over whatever it was that she was working on, Hermione's long curls effectively were hiding the rest of her body. "Auror Malfoy, you are a field healer. What could you possibly need from evidence?" She set her pen aside with a questioning look that swiftly morphed into a knowing lustful gaze. "Bristol case, yes, let's go. I had a few questions left on that one as well."

The last bit she'd said loud enough that she'd caught the attention from the other curse breaker aurors that were around them. Standing up, she righted her crimson pencil skirt and the cream silk blouse she had put on that morning after he'd licked her cunt until she came on his face in the shower. Her black three inch heels clicked against the floor all the way on their walk to evidence. The entire way Draco's cock hardened at watching the sway of her perfect heart shaped arse, swinging her hips perfectly, knowing that he was watching.

They'd hardly made it through the doorway before Draco grabbed hold of her and pressed Granger up against the shelves, her legs wrapping around his hips as her skirt hiked higher up her thighs. "Did I or did I not tell you I was going to fuck you in that bloody skirt?" Draco growled against her throat as he pushed the fabric up to her waist so that all of her legs were exposed to him.

"Don't tease, Draco. We have to be quick or we'll be caught in here," she whined into the air. Her head was thrown back, giving him unlimited access to her throat.

Shifting his weight so that his pelvis was pressed against Hermione holding her up, Draco grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, causing the buttons to go flying in every direction.

"You owe me a new shirt," she moaned, only making Draco chuckle as his mouth came down on her lace covered breasts.

"I'll buy you a hundred shirts, just so I can keep ripping them off you." Reaching a hand down, Draco growled at how soaked her panties already were. "Fuck, are you ready for me, Granger?" Draco purred into his ear just as he tore the little navy lace thong he had enjoyed watching her put on that morning off her body.

After stuffing the knickers into his pocket, Draco's long pale fingers began circling her core. "You're dripping," he said, leaning in so he could nip at her shoulder. Slipping two fingers inside her, they both moaned at the feeling. He couldn't wait to be inside of her and from the sounds she was making, she could not wait either.

"Auror Malfoy, your mother is here. She says that it's an urgent matter and that she needs to speak to you right now."

Astoria Greengrass's voice announced through Draco's Auror badge clipped to his belt so loudly that if Draco hadn't had his knee helping hold Hermione up, he surely would have dropped her.

"She said bring Granger too."

Trying to claw her way out of his grasp, Hermione waved her wand over her shirt, quickly (and poorly) attaching the buttons. "What could your mother possibly want this time? And what does she want to see me for too? Fuck, Draco, you really do owe me a new shirt. This is ruined," she said, hands fumbling over the material, unable to right most of the buttons. "Oh God, do you think she knows about us? She'll try to have me in a dress and down the aisle within the week. Fuck, do you know where my knickers went?"

"No idea," he said, hiding the smirk while she looked around the floor for the lace hidden in his pocket. "It's been a week, Granger. We've been careful and no one has seen us together outside our typical interactions."

"We've had sex at work four times and you've basically moved into my flat. Your mother has been inviting me around for tea for the last three years trying to push me onto your arm. She knows."

"And yet," Draco drawled, adjusting his erection, not wanting his mother to see the tent in his pants when he stepped out to talk with her, "here we are. What a waste of three years it was. You off running around with Oliver Wood, when you could have been having this instead." Draco said, winking at Granger before slapping her arse as she gave up on finding her thong and yanked the door open, walking away in front of him.

"Oliver was very nice and respectable, I'll have you know. Never once did he steal my knickers, unlike someone else who is making me go bare at work for a fifth time this week. Mind you, there are only five work days in a week, it seems I'm going to have to start packing extra pairs in my tote."

"Sounds terribly boring," Draco whispered into her ear just as they reached an irate Narcissa Malfoy who–in a very unlikely move–had her arms crossed over her chest and her heeled foot tapping.

"Mother," the partial greeting had hardly left his lips before a perfectly manicured finger was pointed in his face.

"When were you going to tell me the two of you had a baby?!" Narcissa yelled without preamble, her fury evident. "How could you ever keep such a thing from me for seventeen years!?"

Draco's eyes went wide and his eyebrows met his hairline. Granger looked like a fish out of water, her mouth gaping as she stuttered for something to say.

"Mother, maybe we should discuss this in an office?" Draco said, trying to direct the crazed woman away from the prying eyes of the entire DMLE. Pansy's black hair flashed in his peripheral vision causing him to cringe. If Pansy heard this, then the entire level would know by lunch what Narcissa Malfoy had to say when she came to visit Draco at work.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, where is my grandson?! I have a right to know!" Narcissa yelled at him, distraught, "Where is Scorpius?" Draco had taken her arm and tried to guide her down the hallway, with Granger following close behind.

"Mother, I don't know what you are talking about, but we will get to the bottom of this, I swear." He promised as he swept his mother into the interrogation room, as it was closer than his office. He stopped momentarily to whisper, " You are on the potion, right?" into Granger's ear and she slammed her elbow hard into his solar plexus, making him wince at the pain.

"Of course I am, you prat," she hissed. "She said the kid is seventeen, and we definitely never had a baby when we were in school, I think I would remember. Where do you think she got this ridiculous idea?"

"I have no idea," Draco shook his head, "but we are going to find out." He then followed his mother into the room, his partner trailing behind him. Whoever Scorpius was, Draco was going to figure out why his mother thought he was his and Granger's son.

...

Ministry of Magic's Cafeteria

"I saw Cissa storming through the floo earlier. Think she found out that you've been fucking Granger on every flat and not so flat surface the two of you get near?" Blaise Zabini asked, lifting his fork, taking a bite of whatever curry he'd ordered in.

"Not exactly," Draco started, pushing around the salmon on his plate with his fork. "She's under the impression that Granger and I have a seventeen year old son named Scorpius and that I've been hiding him from her all these years."

Blaise's fork paused in front of his open mouth, his giant dark eyes blinking, very much like his blonde wife as he processed that bit of information. "You're serious?"

"Very, she claims Granger and I wrecked the family tapestry trying to hide away her grandson. It was all very disturbing, and–wait a second. How the bloody hell do you know about me and Granger? I never told you."

"Ah, you see, young Draco..."

"Salazar help me…"

"It is the power of perception that comes with being a father. That and I saw you pull her into a broom closet in archives yesterday. Fairly easy to figure out what the two of you were doing in there and by extension, deducing your non work-related activities as well. I also pieced together that you've been staying at her flat all week," Blaise stated, pointing his fork in Draco's direction.

"And how exactly have you figured that one out, oh wise one?" Draco asked, his face dead panned as he looked at his friend.

"Well, I stopped by to tell you my news…" Draco waved his hand, motioning for Blaise to continue when he stopped talking to give a dramatic pause. "Luna's pregnant!"

Draco just stopped and stared at his friend, his mouth hanging slightly open in shock. After an embarrassing long period of silence where Draco was incapable of speech and Blaise was beaming like a fool, "You're serious."

"Luna wants to name her Pandora, after her mother."

"Isn't Ginny still pregnant?"

"Indeed and on bed rest until the triplets are born," Blaise confirmed.

"Sweet Salazar. Am I to expect that you're about to ask me to be a godfather for the sixteenth time then?"

"Ninth, but no. Luna intends to ask Theo to be Pandora's godfather and Granger her godmother." This declaration was actually more surprising than Blaise, Ginny, and Luna adding a twelfth child to their family. Draco knew for a fact that Theo Nott was the sole cause of arguments between Luna and her spouses. Blaise had been livid when Luna had taken their first son, Cole, to visit Theo shortly after he was born, only to find their old classmate using drugs in front of the infant. The second bad incident was when Luna was pregnant with their now three-year-old daughter, Ember, and ended up in early labour due to the stress of finding Theo shooting up. At least Theo had been able to pull himself together enough after her water had broken to get Luna safely to St. Mungo's. But instead of contacting Blaise or Ginny, he'd run out of the hospital and went on a week-long bender that resulted in him being arrested and Neville once again having to retrieve him from Elgin Middlesex Detention Centre, the jail in muggle London that Theo always seemed to end up in.

"Theodore Nott? She wants to ask Theodore Nott to be the godfather?" Draco asked, as Blaise only shrugged. "You do realise he's picked up at least three or four times a year by the muggle law enforcement for possession of illicit paraphernalia. Not to mention you loathe him, I never see you in a row with Luna except when the topic of Nott comes up."

"Honestly, I tried to talk her out of it, but she's insisting that he be the godfather and not you, this time. You should never argue with a pregnant witch," Draco's laugh only made Blaise shrug. "She believes Theo will be clean and sober by the time Pandora is born in early January."

"He's been using pixie dust and Merlin knows what else since summer before fifth year and Neville just showed me his arrest report from a month ago. He had to obliviate no less than three muggles when Nott had a burst of accidental magic while he was on his high. Surely you think she's putting too much faith in a lost cause this time."

Blaise shrugged again, "she said there is a catalyst that happens for him soon."

"Sure, and Harry Potter will be named father of the year."

Again, Blaise shrugged, "I really don't mind the boys being with us most of the time. There's already so many kids running around my house. What's two more to add to the constant madness? When the boys are with us, we know that they're getting the attention they deserve and not just being dropped on Molly Weasley's doorstep. Though Potter is supposed to be picking them up in a few days, we'll see if he actually shows up this time or if he's too busy with whatever witch he's found himself tangled with to show up."

The two continued eating their lunch in silence, Draco lost in thoughts of his one time best mate who he'd lost to addiction. They'd been so close, being each other's constant companion since they were in nappies. Theo's home life had been horrendous and Draco often found himself healing the boy after Thoros Nott had lost his temper over one thing or another. When Voldemort had risen again, the only relief Theo could find was in pixie dust and after the war ended, he was too far gone to stop using–refusing any help Draco sent his way.

They'd graduated from Hogwarts and for the year following, Draco attempted to visit the Nott Castle, only to find that his floo access had been revoked. Every owl returned unopened and the wards about the island strengthened so that he couldn't even reach the front gate. It had broken his heart, but eventually Draco had given up on the wizard. He still missed the friend that Nott had once been, the person he could tell anything to, but he realised that that boy was long gone, as dead as if he'd been killed in the war.

"So, you suppose Cissa's gone round the bend?" Blaise asked, bringing Draco out of his thoughts.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, loony, lost her marbles. Because there's no possible way you and Granger have a secret love child walking about. You're more likely to have a kid with Theo."

"Or with both," Draco amended, chuckling to himself. "Yes, I'm fairly certain my mother has lost it. The Black family madness strikes at last."

Just then, a silver hare bounded onto the table in front of them, making Blaise stiffen as Luna's normally dreamy and carefree voice came out in the rushed tones of panic.

"My love, something has happened and we need you right away. We're at home and all the children are fine, but it is an urgent matter."

Author's note: Chapter 1 triggers: Main Character Death, Graphic Depiction of Murder, Drug Use.

Thanks to the alphabetas: Evangelinerosier, LaDeeDaa35, Astrangefan, Allisonsnead

Cover Art of Scorpius Viola by Mare wantsgmarie/?hl=en