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

Magical World Revealed

Where the Malfoy discover their ideas of the Muggle world were incorrect and the future starts.

Lucius and his wife and child stood at the door of the Granger's home. They parked their Bentley at the round driveway. First thing, as soon as the door opened, Draco let go of Narcissa's hands and ran to Hermione also screaming her name. They were like wild ponies; both children sounded like seals squealing with joy.

"Hi my Mimi, I'm here. We 'comes' for a little visit. Mommy says you're sad, and Daddy is worried for the 'mungels' who don't know what to do about the-you-know-what. He tolds me, "Draco let's go to see Mimi." Don't be sad, I'm here to play." Mimi was very affectionate and gave him a kiss on each cheek as her mother had taught her. Draco grinned from ear to ear.

He held on to her hand, she was happy her former fit had all but evaporated. Neither paid any attention to the adults and only had eyes for each other; Draco was again in the 'my Mimi's mode.'

Oh dear, thought Lucius, hoping that no one had paid any attention to the mungles' reference.

Narcissa had nearly choked at Draco's little remark, best to ignore it, nobody had noticed. Wizards, she had told him more than once not to utter a word around his son, one day he would learn the hard way.

Draco dried Mimi's tears with the bottom of her dress, "Here, my Mimi, no more crying," and he held the dress up so she could blow her nose; satisfied with the results, he kissed her forehead, and the adults smiled.

"Traco comes to my room, I'll show you 'somefing.'"

"Mommy may we go to my room, we can go to the nursery to read books and play piano, okay," and ran holding hands without waiting for a response. Oh well, better with them out of the way. At this point, the adults were still to greet each other.

Both mothers giggled while looking at each other and checking each other out. Narcissa was dressed in a mid-calf flowing dress in silk chiffon, very chic and well-tailored, she wore a tea length string of large pearls. Jeanie wore tailored trousers, a man's cut Egyptian cotton shirt, and also had a pearl necklace, roughly the same size. Unquestionably, both of them were extremely beautiful and eye-catching, one willowy and the other slender but curvy, both fair; the men they married were indeed lucky.

When Grant opened the door, he had observed a car parked right outside of the driveway. The second the children left, Lucius followed his look, did a double take, and his mien turned hard. He made a face to Grant to ask him to keep talking and using mimicry with his hand, indicated to follow him to his car.

Grant raised his voice, he was quite loud, "I love Bentleys, they are good cars. Although we have two German automobiles, our fathers both drive Bentleys, they are among their favorites." At this Lucius turned around and caught a full glance of the dark vehicle at the curb. He waved his hand and started walking towards the car parked just outside.

The driver seemed ready to drive away; he had not expected to be noticed. As Lucius got closer, the car took off at a high speed. He turned around back to the house, and his handsome face was pale and upset.

He did not say anything, and nobody asked. Grant had a bad feeling of impending doom; one that would not go away. He had always felt danger, and today it felt heavy, strange, and personal.

Finally, they greeted each other appropriately. After the introductions were made, "Grant, what a lovely home," Lucius remarked. This was his first time inside a Muggle home and was frankly surprised looking at the large and well-appointed rooms; he expected something entirely different. Narcissa's eyes conveyed the same opinion.

"Thanks, Luc, it has been in my family for over one hundred years."

"Please come in and follow us, and he guided them to the drawing room near the stairs. Once they were settled and each had a drink, Grant continued.

"With Rose gone the weekend was difficult, and the couple that keeps house for us is back with their children. They went to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary. Thus, today we canceled the appointments at the surgery and stayed home. Considering the events, I'm glad that we did."

Lucius thought, House-elves are more practical; after all, they don't go for extended leaves. How do these poor Muggles cope with this service problem and without magic?

Narcissa's thoughts were similar. True, she was happy to see that these Muggles weren't too bad; and considering that Jeanie was dressed in men's attire, she was presentable. Muggle women loved to wear men's clothes. Although it was rather intriguing, robes were so much more beautiful. They both had exquisite manners, and the little girl was a doll. She reminded her of aunt and of that witch's portrait hanging at Black Manor, Margie something or other, a friend of the family, she was told.

Then her mind strayed for a minute, she was thinking of the many beautiful little witches robes that she could buy her little daughter-in-law. One day she would call her mother, how satisfying. Lucius indicated they both work, maybe Mimi could spend her weeks at the Manor. She wondered how to approach the subject without sounding as she wanted to enforce the old customs. That was a thought, hmmm.

Within five minutes, the lady who came in the afternoons to help with the big cleaning was there. Her name was Mrs. Garcia. Mrs. Jones had an achy back, and she neither vacuumed nor was she able to reach some areas. Mrs. Garcia would also help prepare the tea and fix dinner while the couple was at work.

The families moved into the large formal sitting room, and Grant closed the doors. The voices of the children were piped into the room

Jeanie explained the house was wired with sound to hear the children, but occasionally Mimi would turn it off. They could hear the children giggling and making a lot of noise, they seemed to be getting along, except for every other word, of, "Mine, this is mine, or I have a better one," and the "I likes you—I like you too, but I'm not going home with you."

The last one was Hermione. At the words, Grant and Lucius both let out a peal of laughter. Jeanie stood up and lowered the sound a little, the racket was loud.

"Round two," said Grant, Lucius had no idea what a 'round two' was, no matter because he would soon find out and would turn into a boxing fan. The children's bickering would turn into the norm in the years to come, and would barely ease by the time they were ten. Draco would always be moody and sad when Hermione had to go away, and would forever fight over his dominance and her bossiness, forever.

After a few niceties, Grant made a decision. Later, he would never be able to explain what drove him to tell the strange couple the entire Mimi's situation. To include what he had learned from his father, and even brought the letter from the Minister. Furtive glances were being exchanged between the Malefeus.

"After all your confidences, I feel I owe you apologies for being less than forthcoming, but hope you'll understand the reasons behind it. My name is Lucius Malfoy, my wife's name is indeed Narcissa, our son is Draco, and we live near you. Please listen to my next revelation carefully but before," he pulled out his wand in a waist-holder and whispered a silencing charm. The Grangers stared at the wand.

Lucius knew that the magic generated by the charm was negligible if he were to consider the higher levels of magic Mimi released at this home. No wonder that the Ministry had sent their spies. His idea of taking action must be accelerated. Maybe Granger could help; beside the talking machine they had installed at his office, his thoughts about the Muggle world were limited, despite that he had taken advanced Muggle studies.

That imbecile Arthur Weasley, he had offered him a job at MM, and he had turned it down. He blamed the Malfoys for the death of Molly's brothers, damn. He would need to figure out how to get a talking machine at the manor. Unfortunately, the firm he hired had told him that many Muggle inventions did not work in wizarding homes; there was too much magic at the Manor walls. This week, for everyone's sake, he needed to contact several people at both the wizard and Muggle worlds.

"I know this is going to sound incredible, but we are a magical family. The three of us," and he proceeded to tell them a much-summarized version of his family, and then briefly explained a straightforward Veela story for them.

Of course, it was far from the truth, but it had some veracity, enough to almost be factual and sufficiently clear to make sense. Lucius wouldn't be punished for disclosing their magic to these people; after all, they lived with a powerful witch and had problems keeping it secret. In the worst of cases, he could Obliviate them. All things considered, he went on to explain the need for secrecy, which the Grangers understood in a second.

This was the cue for Grant to tell them about Rose, the bishop, and their situation.

As Grant spoke, Lucius' face turned harder and harder. Grant was confirming the reasons why their worlds must remain separated. The fact remained that he wasn't a straightforward Pureblood, and his son's mate was a Muggle-born, both strong motivators to seek solutions.

Was she a Muggle-born? That was questionable, wandless magic at four? Be real, he had never heard of that...perhaps in legends. Albeit that his father had said Voldemort had powerful magic when Dumbledore had found him at the orphanage. He was sure they had magic blood, maybe in both families accumulated through the centuries. Two things were clear, he needed to protect Hermione since her life was tied to his son, and he would kill for them.

"Then the last issue, it's a rather delicate one." Started Lucius once he'd sipped the tea just brought by Mrs. Garcia, who had just arrived. She'd agreed to watch over the children while the adults talked, and they could hear her reading to them.

"Grant, the man outside is an old acquaintance of mine. Not one I would have like to have seen at this time. And before we go into this, if you would be so kind and maybe let us hear what Mimi dreamed about."

"Excuse for one second, Grant, should I go to the room, I don't hear the children or Mrs. Garcia," Jeanie said, concern showed on her face and unease in her eyes. All this talk of strangers and danger had her senses in alert mode.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Garcia is with them. You know Mimi and the hand." Grant smirked repeating the shaking of her fingers. "She turns the volume down whenever she doesn't want us to hear." Only Grant and Lucius smirked, Narcissa's feelers had also been up for a few minutes.

"Yes, please do tell. Mimi is so pretty, and she and Draco are adorable together. Draco couldn't wait to get here. I am afraid he will insist on taking her home with him. He doesn't understand that Mimi is not a toy, even though she is so adorable." Narcissa told them.

The Grangers liked her immediately. She was a lady, no doubt, and she loved her family. She wasn't done talking. "We are so worried about her screams, Lucius has a theory. Please, we want to hear what she dreamed; it might be important."

Lucius explained to them how their society was going through a significant crisis, and that witches like Hermione were in danger from a radical group; one that advocated blood purity. "Some of us are forced to pretend we conform. It is the only way to be safe…They call themselves Death Eaters and –"

"Daddy, Daddy," It was Mimi, "There was a man in a long dress outside my rooms, up, in, hanging from." She shook her head not wanting to say something that would get her in trouble, her parents knew the half-sentences, the little stutter, and the chewing her lip. What had Mimi done now?

"He was scary, and he had a stick on his hand, I moved my hand, you know. What you told me not to do anymore, don't get mad, and I tieds him with the tree's arms. Traco is still under the bed. Come fast."

"And Mrs. Garcia left almost right away. She had to go home. She looked weird like she was sleeping."

Grant and Jeanie were very afraid. What was happening, was Mrs. Garcia gone? The door hadn't opened, or for that matter, it hadn't closed; they would have heard the chimes. What was happening to them?

Lucius had been right. He needed to take action. This wasn't the Ministry...could it have been the idiot following his car last time? He hoped not. This was not going the way he had wanted. Mrs. Garcia and what, an Imperious, no, the Aurors would be here. Draco, he must get him.

"Grant, please come with me. Narcissa and Jeanie, follow behind and be ready to take Draco with you. When we get him, Apparate with the women to the Manor, I will drive with Grant. Let's hope there is only one."

"I have my hunting rifles locked at the arms room at the basement, or should we call the constables..." Grant was walking away.

"No, come with me," Lucius was in charge, he did not want anyone else here. Life used to be easy until three days ago, simpler.

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Next time, danger upon the families or maybe not, the date for the children is still on or at least I hope so. Who is Lucius going to contact? Who is watching the Grangers? It appears as if Draco turned many wheels in motion, maybe too soon. And why is Draco hiding under the bed? Is Hermione already her bossy self? Lol