DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux
a/n Well, time to put the mini-pack of fanatics away, and bring in the real villains. Most of the damage Rose will create is to attract publicity that is the last thing magical people would wish for. And of course, the nasty non-sense she told Hermione, the psychological damage done to the mind of a young child, all because she is backwards and ignorant.
Saturday's Preparations at Malfoy Manor.
It was Thursday morning, and Draco and Mimi were yet to see each other. Draco woke up screaming, "I want my Mimi, you promised." True, they had promised, but the goodbyes were too difficult. After hours of his screaming and several attempts to discipline, bribery came next.
"We will see them later in these many days," Narcissa showed him two fingers, "On Saturday remember? We told you that we are going to a new puppet show, and then to the Italian restaurant you love, to eat spaghetti and the bread with cheese you like so much. Hmm, perhaps we could have ice-cream afterwards. How about it?"
"What kind?" asked Master Manipulator, whose eyes were already dry.
"You may have the one with the chocolate biscuits and the little soft pieces." Narcissa offered, she was relieved that he was no longer crying.
"May I have one today? And we can pick up and take Mimi in the car, she doesn't have a broom." Oh no, he was going there again.
"YOU may have the one with the chocolate biscuits, and we will take her tomorrow. But if you cry anymore then we will wait until tomorrow when she can go with us." He started crying again. A phone call from Jeanie to go shopping saved the day, at least hers.
On Thursday, Narcissa went Muggle shopping with Jeanie. When she was back Lucius eyes opened wide. Lucius had taken Draco out for ice-cream and to the park and was exhausted. He was considering to invite the Grangers to live with them. His great-grandfather was concerned that Draco's unrest had to do with Mimi's safety; and he turned out to be right.
Meanwhile, Lucius had done a lot of work removing dangerous wards against non-magical people, he was afraid for the Grangers' safety, and was working when Narcissa arrived.
"Love, did you buy all Muggle London?" Lucius asked when they got home, and she cast, "Engorgio," to decompress all the reduced packages. There were several pieces of Muggle clothing for both of them. She loved the shoes with a passion, many of designers that she didn't know. She relied on Jeanie's advice with a caveat, no trousers for her.
Draco loved the Muggle finery, particularly those with graphics; so she bought one of each she saw, and insisted in several pieces of clothing for Mimi, along with little witch's robes. She also bought a set of robes for the Grangers; she thought that they would be less noticeable if they dressed the part for future meetings.
When Saturday came around, Draco was very willful and cranky, but as soon as he was reminded that they would soon see Hermione, he was fine. He walked around the entire day carrying the raspberry jumper, converted into a small quilt, which was his favorite carry-around.
On Saturday, Lucius picked them up in the Rolls, "My grandfather Granger has a black one, but it is a little smaller. May I have a drink please?" Were the first words out Mimi's mouth while checking for the small refrigerator her grandfather's car had. That was forgotten as soon as Draco jumped on her.
"Mimi we're having ice-cream after the show." that was Draco's greeting and sat next to her holding her hand. He looked relaxed for the first time in days.
Seeing the profound change on Draco, the Malfoy understood the need to change their attitude and to find a way for the children to be together daily.
"Hi Traco, what kind? Maybe the one with chocos?"
Puppets, or How a Hunter is Bitten—.
This week the feature was "Little Red Riding Hood," performed by a famous puppeteer group from Augsburg, Germany. After five minutes, all the adults had a cold chill pass through them after hearing the tykes' concerns; a sense of foreboding came over everyone of them.
"Oh, Traco look at the wolfy, he is so nice." Mimi was all excited, "I hope the hunter doesn't hurt him," and she shivered.
"Why is the hunter going to hurt Mr. Remy?" Draco asked loudly
"You silly, that's not Mr. Remy," Mimi's voice was doubtful, "Mommy is that Mr. Remy?" Jeanie bit her lip not knowing whether to laugh or what? Most of the kids were quiet although there was a bit of chatter.
"Shh, let's hear." Lucius was teaching him good comportment.
"Yes, let's be still, and they will tell us." Grant reinforced.
"He is a bad wolf, and he is going to get shot, cut up, and killed dead." The voice was from a heavy set child with hog-jowls, who sat behind them between a thin pasty woman with a stiff face, and a very heavy set man. He said the nasty remarks in a loud mean voice.
"NO, you don't know, and wolfies are not bad." Mimi retorted a little too loud.
"Dudley, be quiet, don't make the lovely little girl upset." Petunia cooed, she knew they were rich. She'd judged by looking at the clothes and jewels of the women in front of her; and such nice children not like the freak at home.
"I won't be quiet, she is a little girl, and she is dumb." Dudley affirmed. Draco's senses went up in alert. The boy was a threat to his Mimi.
Mimi's fingers were starting to move when Grant saw her. At once, he held her little hands to caress them, hence she was unable to get free.
As the play progressed, Grant let go of the hand and everyone forgot the incident. So there they were; all every child in the audience giggled when the wolf came dressed as the granny. All was well until the hunter came in with the gun.
Or was it all well? The way these days were going, trouble was right behind the group wherever they went.
"You see, I was right, he is going to kill the wolf. "Dudley said viciously, "I was right, POOM, and he is dead."
"No, he is not," Mimi said, feeling fear wrench her young heart, thinking how this was like killing Mr. Remy. Thinking that killing wolves was very bad. With this thoughts driving her actions, her little fingers wiggled as she sobbed. First the wolf jumped on the hunter with the clear intent of biting him. Meanwhile the puppeteer wrestled with his own hands. To the onlookers it'd seemed as if the wolf bit the hunter, and children's giggles could be heard here and there.
"Bite him Mr. Wolfy, get'm," Draco yelled as he stood on his chair, his face shinning with the zeal of the warrior he'd become.
"Silly wolf, kill him Mr. Hunter." Dudley prompted in a nasty loud response.
The puppeteer working the hunter couldn't control his hands, and the gun kept pointing at the hunter's foot. Mimi was horrified and afraid at Dudley's words. That was it, Draco sensing his mate's fear jumped in one furious leap, and before you could blink an eye, he had Dudley Dursey by the throat. Grant wanted to grab Mimi's hand, but there was an invisible wall around her, and he couldn't touch her, this was a new trick. Petunia screamed as she swung her handbag to smack Draco.
"Draco, let him go. AND. YOU. YOU. TOUCH. MY. SON. AND. YOU. WILL. LIVE. TO. REGRET. IT." Lucius clearly and coldly stated, as his hand wrapped around the wand right inside his pocket. Meanwhile Narcissa felt faint, it was the stress; Jeanie was feeling much of the same.
At this Mimi turned around and at last broke the hold, but the sudden pull of her fingers activated the small hunter's rifle and the prop fell towards the hunter as if he were shooting himself.
The sitting assistants were coming around to stop the rowdy group. Right at that moment, Mimi had turned Petunia's purse onto the owner and Petunia was smacking herself. At the sight, Draco's face broke into a grin. Vernon was standing up to assist Petunia, unfortunately his girth prevented him, and he found his body stuck to the seat.
Mimi yelled. "Traco don't be a bad boy and come here," like she had been the picture of property.
"You're bad first." Draco said not giving in.
The ushers were upon them and opinions were divided on who was at fault. Regardless of who was at fault, the three families were asked to leave the theater. Some patrons complained, they were captured by the good looks of the Granger and Malfoy families. In the confusion, they all missed a few flashes in their direction.
Petunia looked at them suspiciously on their way out. She had not missed Mimi's fingers, the crackly static hair, or the little boy with the increased strength. "Freaks, freaks," she told Vernon who was a coward and did not want to fight; why should he confront two men over six inches taller and in much better shape, he wasn't a fool.
"Vernon, let's follow them." Petunia refused to give up. Think again, a valet hired by Malfoy Industries was waiting for them curbside. The Dursleys' mouths dropped at the sight of the Rolls.
Inside the Rolls, both sets of parents agreed to no more puppets unless it was in the magical theater, and to be wise when choosing future entertainment. Years later, they would laugh about today. And once again, they had missed the men following them. Some wouldn't not surface until a long time later.
Harry Potter
The soon to be four year old lay on his bed crying. He had been spanked earlier after the 'accident' at the dinner table. The Dursleys had come in a foul mood after the puppet show, the same they had bragged about it for days.
So Harry was not allowed to go to the bathroom before or after he helped Aunt Petunia to get the dishes and to set the table. Poor baby, he was first spanked for being 'a freak and a pig,' then sent to bed without supper. He cried for his Mommy and his Daddy, and wondered where they had gone. He didn't see the ghostly figure of an auburn haired woman who caressed his warm head.
"Soon Harry, Remus has found a home. Things will soon be changing." And the silvery figure held her boy's hand, while tears rolled down her eyes.
Harry couldn't stop crying, he felt lonely and scared. Nobody loved him, and he was very hungry and thirsty.
The man with the messy hair came and also touched the fevered head "Soon Harry, things will be changing, Albus is blind, and he wants to stay so, but this timeline will be changing, wait just only a little longer."
"Only a few more days my sweet son," the woman said, "Soon, soon it will all change, we will be helping."
Dreaming of Arry
Remus was waiting for them at the door and took the sleepy girl from Grant to get her ready for bed.
"Remus, you are looking fine, I like your haircut and the new clothes." Grant told him. He realized how young the man was; he appeared, almost, as an older teenager. Remus was in effect 23 years old.
Everybody was exhausted and all went to bed falling asleep in a few seconds. Later during the night a telephone call woke them up, it was Kelly.
"Yes, in any case he looked a lot better and quite more handsome than when he came. He is rather, hmm, mysterious, and the scars just add to his mystique. Hmm." Jeanie was talking to Kelly her younger sister, who was studying in Harvard, USA, for one year to get her Master's degree.
"You don't say, Salem, and—wow—our ancestors? Do send me that. How interesting, you don't know how much." Jeanie conversed with Kelly, while Grant listened.
Once she hanged the phone, Grant held her close, "Jeanie, love, do you really find Remus handsome?" He asked her.
As he waited for an answer, he started rubbing her back, with his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. God, I love this woman, Grant thought about Jeanie, and of the first time he had seen the young student in the class. He was a graduate assistant at the time. He realized that it was Jeanie, she was so grown up and beautiful. He hadn't seen her in years. It was a love at first sight, and the want had never waned, not even a little. His one fault was his jealousy, which he fought against, daily. Started with Peter, the one regret.
She turned around to look at him, his eyes half closed with sleep and lust. She thought he looked adorable, and felt a stab of desire leaving her wet with want; her mouth was dry when she turned around to caress his face and to give him a short, yet passionate kiss.
"He is a very handsome young man, well he must be my age, and maybe a year or two younger, but he doesn't compare to my Grant, the ruggedly handsome Lord of the Manor. Do you know that I want to shag my Lord every chance that I have; and right now I ache from wanting him?"
His breath shuddered, "Show me."
She looked at him expectantly. Although both were worn out by the day, he always did something to her when he pouted just so. She bit her bottom lip, and he embraced her and said. "No better chance than the present," And his lips closed upon hers.
"Love you...so much."
Remus
He was dreaming of the terrible Halloween night, that day when it all fell apart. He saw himself finding a finger, and in his dream, through the corner of his peripheral vision, he saw a scurrying rat. Bugger, he recognized it, although that day he had not. "Peter, stop!" he yelled. He turned around to see who was grabbing his shoulder.
When he turned, he saw a little boy laid in a cot inside a coat closet. His legs were bruised, and he looked cold. He came closer and looked. "Merlin, this is little Harry, James 'boy.'" He said looking at his scar. His wolf growled in anger at whoever had hurt his best friend's cub. He wished to take him away with him.
"Remus, you must get Harry. They are hurting him, and you must find the rat. You were wrong about Sirius—go back and look at the day." He heard the voice far away, it was—
He woke up covered in cold sweat. As soon as his opened his eyes, he turned-on the Muggle light and saw silvery shadows vanishing into the air. Right then a child screamed, "Mommy, Daddy, poor Arry, he is crying, they're bad. The nasty boy, he's bad." Lights went on. Remus jumped out and put on the robe Grant had bought for him.
He met with Jeanie at the door of Mimi's room, he blushed furiously when her robe opened, and saw that she was sans clothes under. She quickly closed her robe and ignored the situation. "We need to remember we have a guest." She admonished herself in a whisper.
Remus had not yet moved downstairs since Mrs. Garcia had called in sick the entire week. The older couple who worked for them, the Jones, was returning tomorrow evening, thank goodness.
Inside the room, the little witch was screaming, crying, and repeating in the midst of terrified sobs, "Poor arry, arry, poor arry." Jeanie was trying to calm her down. Hermione's body was burning up and sweaty, and she wasn't making any sense.
"Mimi is screaming about the boy at the show, poor dear, she must be really scared of the nasty bully. And who or what i: Poorarry, potpourri, prairie; who knows, I sure don't." Jeanie mumbled.
Remus knew that arry was Harry, but he didn't explain further. He just looked on as Jeanie dismissed him when she got in bed with her daughter and held her close.
Sunday morning, the sun barely up, and the nightmare forgotten, Mimi snuck into Mr. Remy's room. She climbed on his bed and sat crossed legged looking at him. Gently, she tried to open one of his eyelids and raised her voice, every time a little more, "Mr. Remy, you sleeping? Are you sure? MR. REMY?"
Remus didn't remember where he was for the first second, and then his lips curved with a smile. He pulled a hand from under the quilt and out it came, grabbing her hand. Mimi squealed in pleasure and giggled with delight. But her voice tone, when she spoke the next words, was none too friendly.
"You scared me, you bad wolfy, don't do that."
Remus chuckled albeit she sounded a bit bossy. She really needed to switch that bossy mode-off. He had his work cut out for him.
"And you are one naughty little lady for waking me up. What time is it? I am not sure but I think the sun is just starting to come out "Remus groaned. "Should you not be in bed?"
"I am hungry, thirsty, I don't want to be alone, and I am scared. If I fall sleep Doolie will come and get me. Can you feed me?" Remus just gave up, grabbed his robe, got out of bed and took her to the kitchen.
"Sweetie, what did you dream last night? Was it about a little boy? Who is the bad boy, and what is doolie?"
"Did you have the same dream? His name was Arry. Poor Arry he was sad, he was very hungry, and had achy boo-boos. Maybe Doolie spanked him or maybe the mama." She shrugged her shoulders in a little fit of frustration.
"Mimi, did you know where he was, is Doolie the son or the dad? he asked.
"In a very small room, not sure, it was Privit, I think. Yes, silly he is." She was trying to think really hard. But it did not make any sense to Remus, Harry was not a Privit, and he was what?
"I know he was with doorsies, yes, that was it." She seemed satisfied and let it go for now.
Remus was now sure, for an unknown reason the little witch was dreaming of Harry; the rat had to be Peter, was he not dead? He had to find Harry, and Dumbledore would not say where he was. If he was with the Evans sister, Severus should know. But Severus would not talk to him.
Damn Death Eaters...Lily and James…, his eyes were moist. He needed to plan. What was the name of Lily's sister? It was a funny name. Pentuni, Pantuni, Petunia, that was it. Surely, it was not Evans. He had to find a way to going to meet with Snivelus. And he was not looking forwards that meeting. And later, he would ask him a little more, about Privit, doolie, where was doorsies and so on.
His lips turned into a nasty smirk. Maybe Sirius had planned all this with his real love. He knew about Snivelus and Sirius' short lived romance, And James had been jealous; it was during their experimentation phase.
Maybe things would have turned better for everyone if James hadn't been so selfish. Oh, well, not his thing, personally he only liked witches. He had seen Sirius tears when Snape refused to even salute him, and more when Snape was lovesick for Lily... James angry because he also loved Sirius; James oh James, he wanted them all for himself. What a sad mess.
He fed Mimi toast with jam and a glass of the juice she showed him. She wanted eggs, and porridge, and he said. "Young lass, is but 5:45, and we are going back to bed. Your mother told me we get up at 7:30 to get ready for church, and I am taking you back to your bed."
"No, I'm afraid of the boy. He was the nasty boy at the puppets, I fink, maybe doolie or somefin." Mimi was an expert in adult manipulation, and Remus was a novice but not for long. He was thinking of children's imagination, now she had inserted parts of yesterday and mixed them with her dreams. He made a mental note to ask about yesterday, maybe something significant had happened.
"Your mommy is at your room, she must be wondering where you went." Remus tried again, he wanted a little more sleep.
"No, my daddy came and got her and they were kissing goodnight. I heard and they're playing somefing loud in their room, and I apose to stay in my own bed." Her arms were crossed, and she was pouting.
Remus chocked on the tea he was drinking and turned quite red, and then he had to stop himself from smiling. Children, he sniffed the air and listened carefully, no they weren't playing any more; but hmm, yes, they had been shagging. This was going to be harder than he thought and made him feel lonelier than ever. Yes, it was time to move down one floor, at least he wouldn't hear them as well.
"I tell you what, I will take you to your bed, and I will sit on the sofa until you are sleep; or we go into the drawing room and I can read you a book?"
"A book, let's go." Remus had just made a tactical error, Mimi's love for books was consuming, and he had sealed his future with that offer. He sat her close to him, covered them with one of the small quilts, she was on his lap with her head laid on his chest. "Remy, you know somefing, I love you, and Traco loves you too." Remus had already given his heart to this wonderful girl.
A/n. So sweet and so tragic. Poor Harry, I know it is fiction, but his pain is real. It always makes me sad. And wasn't it good when Draco let Dudley have it. What should we do with the entire lot? So Sirius and Snape, Sirius and James, James and Lily, Lily and Snape, why not? Mimi and Draco are a naughty handful, imagine, so bright, so beautiful, charged with powers and Magic. By the way, I write on real time, I don't save all the love scenes for the last minute. They happen when they do.