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Who is the Monster?
Remus was finally able to drive the car, and had to get out to help Mr. Jones to close the door. Meanwhile, the press members and the onlookers still tried to muscle their way in. Regrettably, he made the mistake to leave the car door open, and by the time he realized it, the damage was done.
A few of the idiots out there screamed, "Monster, demon, she is a possessed demon child, bring her out here."
"Show us the witch, the child of hell."
"Respect the Mother, blessed be the Mother," that came from a small group of leftover hippies, a few pro-supporters; What a circus, thought Remus.
"Let's have the Princess of the Darkness, she is ours, our Queen." A group of 'Muggle Death Eaters' look alike.
"They are rich because Satan takes care of its servants."
He truly growled. It was not even close to the full moon, but he was too angry.
"OUT, OR I WILL BE THE MONSTER AND TEAR EACH ONE OF YOU INTO PIECES, I CAN CERTAINLY PROMISE YOU THAT."
Mr Jones sounded frustrated, "The hate will never end, fools. So much blood spilled for hundreds of years, not again." Remus made a mental note to later ask what he had meant.
He drove the car away from the fence to the garage and pulled the crying little witch out the car.
"I'm not a monstres and a possested temon. What is that Remy?" She asked him with teary eyes.
"Nothing princess, those are silly, nasty people. Don't pay any attention." He hugged her tight, wishing he could make the fear and pain away. He could hear her heart beating really fast and smelled fear all over her, he kissed her forehead and rubbed her back.
"Miss Rose's sitting in the black car, she is a monstres, possested, and an ugly witch." The young girl dried her eyes on his shoulder.
"That she is, did you see her, love?" It was not possible; he could not see her from this angle.
"No silly, not see her with my eyes but in my head, like the way you remember," and suddenly, she stopped crying. Right away, she started squirming to get down, and once on the ground, she held his hand very tight.
"I met a nice elf, his name is Dobby, and he is funny but a little dirty. Traco says he is adcentric," she shared with Remus. "And you know somefing, you are very nice Remy, a good wolfy," and squeezed his hand.
Both Moony and Remus were filled with love for the little cub, and Remus laughed, children were amazing. They heal with a hug or a kiss. So she could see with her mind, very interesting. Of course, many children had abilities that went away, many could see what adult eyes could not.
However, seeing the unseen and remote seeing was one abiltity that actually got stronger.
He had never heard of a child with these many abilities, although Draco was very talented himself.
He could already fly on a child's broom as much as an older child and was able to control bursts of magic. Remus could only imagine the powers of their future children, it would be important to keep them as part of the Light.
"Remy, can you let me see him one day, the wolfy," she looked at him wondering, and Remus was speechless, oh shit, he should have anticipated this question, shit.
He was lucky because the back door opened, out came Jeanie and Grant running, and picked Hermione up, "Mimi, sweetie, are you ok? Do you want a biscuit; Mrs. Jones made you the choco-chips that Aunt Kelly baked last time."
"Are they warm?" The little witch asked.
Jeanie took her away to the kitchen, and Grant went into his home office with Remus.
While they had a tumbler-full of Armagnac, Remus first related what he had encountered outside; he also told Grant of Hermione's observation about Rose.
"I want to take a gun and kill them all. Reinforcements from the guarding service just arrived as you drove in. I saw them from the window. They brought a helicopter as well. Dad says they will stay here, but we need a permanent solution. Jeanie's parents, who now live in France most of the year, want us to move there. Really, Rose and Phillips have outdone themselves. Here, please read this bloody tabloid."
The front page showed pictures of Hermione and one with Draco, but he was not really recognizable. None were really damaging, except they had doctored the faces with red eyes, small horns coming out the wild curls, and other silliness; however, the article was enlightening.
A brief interruption, a pecking on one of the back windows, it was the little fat owl that belonged to Draco, Hera's sister.
"Girl, you are a little butterball, Draco and Mimi will kill you and Hera with too many snacks." Remus told her as he removed the message. 'Hush, she looks plump, a tasty bite,' Moony observed to Remus' horror.
At the world 'snacks,' Mina shrilled a little angry, but she was well mannered and stayed put waiting for an answer. She kept her eye on Remus who gave her one of the small cheese snacks that Mrs. Jones baked for the nice birds. Mina assessing the size of the treat, decided to fly in to look for the queen of snacks, Hermione. Grant let out a stress-relief laugh, as Remus continued reading.
Their research of the Church's records uncovered all kinds of 'secrets' on both of the families, namely, their menbers had been burned at the stake during the fifteen and sixteen hundreds, and there was a mentioning of some fleeing to the new world.
It was rumored that their homes had been built with special reinforcement inside the tiles to attract Lucifer, what nonsense. They had photographs of the plans filed in the last quarter of the 19th century.
The photos depicted a project to place metal plates in the attic; actually, there have been projects to renovate big parts of the Manor to install water closets, and running water at the Manor and their other properties. And some later to install electricity, fuel heating and so on. Permits with architectural drawing, filed for them had been 'found' by our investigators.
Of course, according to our sources, the majority of their fortune came from dark sources. As late as the end of the last century there are factual findings of their association with Satanists and equally nefarious associations.
The ties were rescinded when the great grandfather of Grant, Lord H...publicly declared that his family had never had any associations with the dark and allowed an exorcism at the manor.
How stupid, Remus thought.
Lord Grant Granger's father was a young officer during WWII. He was a medical doctor and at the war's end, he worked at a war victims' camp located in the south of Germany, close to the Austrian border. While there, he met Grant's mother barely a teen, who still suffered some traumatic amnesia. Apparently, her home had been bombed by the allies, and she was the only survivor. A few months later, another refugee, an old lady, identified her as Anna Marguerite—
"Merlin's bollocks," exclaimed Remus when he read her last name, Grindelwald; Anne Marguerite Grindelwald.
Grant asked him, "Why did you say that? Anything you recognize?" he was at the verge of screaming, his life was in chaos, this must have been what witches felt centuries ago when they were persecuted. He felt frustrated, powerless and very afraid for his little princess.
"Nothing, all right, a last name, let me read a little more." Remus was looking at Grant very carefully. There had been rumors of Grindelwald being gay. That didn't mean that he never married, maybe for an heir? He had only seen some very bad photos of the dark wizard. He knew about the bad blood between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, one step at a time, read and then research. Remus attempted to put sense into the mess. He needed to find better portraits, maybe there would be resemblance. He continued reading.
The old lady had declared that the young woman was the daughter of a very rich family that came to town only once in a while. Nobody had ever seen the father; however, she thought he was a herzog, meaning a duke. Further investigations on the missing family did not yield any results; although, there were many stories of witches flying and fighting in the air with magic fires near the property for many years, and of strange men wearing dark robes.
Remus nearly chocked, of course, they probably had. He needed to research in the Ministry's file, but that would be tricky.
Rose was quoted saying that Lady Granger was very strange, that she practiced the dark arts. Animals flocked to her, and she could always tell who was sick, or pregnant, and would take away the pain of cows giving birth and so on. She didn't sound very evil, thought Remus. And that she made strange symbols over the doors and the windows. Oh, oh, she cast wards, Remus was sure of that much.
What Remus read about Jeanie's side of the family made his mouth dry, oh, this was too much, he though...her great-great-grandmother was reputed to be a recluse. Her unmarried name might have been Lestrange...
"Fuck, the brothers," Grant did not even ask and just waited. Remus read further.
The reporter once again had failed to turn any records on that Lady L'Orc, as if she had never been born. And to add salt to injury, the same sighting of strange persons had been recorded in the local archives. She also didn't not appear to have any relatives.
According to the report, archives belonging to the Church of England revealed that L'Orcs, had been associated through the history with such organizations as the Rosicrucians and Templar Knights. Same as Lord Granger´s family, both were power dealers and advisors to royalty. Noteworthy were the traits documented in the last two hundred years on both families, such as finding water, predicting events, and an uncanny ability to survive natural disasters and war; plus a lot of different tall tales to be sure.
Lord Grant's family basically owned the land around the small villages where their Manor was located, and also own large properties and family at Sweden; and they had loyal families who had worked for them through centuries; hence, it has been extremely hard to find information on them.
The L'Orcs, came from France and Belgium. Same nonsense written on the family's history, namely witchcraft charges, and overall the accusations were similar to the Granger's. What puzzled Remus was, if they were wizards or magical people why had the Ministry not found them? Of course, he had read studies about possible defection of families from the magical world through the centuries and for all kinds or reasons.
Perhaps, this was the case here, and after some generations, the magical cores would rekindle. One of his professors had that theory, that there were no Muggle born. Simply the magic faded from disuse until it was so concentrated that it manifested strongly. Obviously, Grant and Jeanie had their own abilities, and for some unknown reason they had not been detected by the MoM.
His inquisitive mind would like to investigate this further. The problem was that the fools were too close to the truth; and the potential to fuel the zeal of the radicals in the Wizarding world. It would rekindle their Muggle's fear, thus inciting further attacks on the Muggle born. He wished that he could kill Rose, she had started this entire mess. Granted most of the crowd were simply nuts and meant no harm.
"Daddy, mommy wants you to come, or you Remy, or the two of you," Mimi was running with Mina flying after her, better, after a piece of cookie she had in her hand.
"Mimi, no snacks for the birds, they will not be able to fly." She was running too fast and did not hear him. Soon, Mina was at the perch kept for Hera, and they both held a choco-chip biscuit. Remus rolled his eyes. Fatten up the fowl to tempt the dogs and Moony.
"Mimi, please go and ask Mrs. Jones to get us a cup a tea, three glasses with ice cubes, and one bottle of tonic." Jeanie entered the room.
"Yes, Mommy," and she ran giggling while Mina flew behind her.
"Fat bird," mumbled Remus. Yummy, was Moony's answer.
"Grant, read this quickly," he did and rubbed his temples.
"I don't see what can be done right now, we cannot leave the house without being noticed, nor they can come here."
"What is going on?" asked Remus.
"Draco has not stopped screaming since you left with Hermione. He thinks she is in terrible danger and wants to come here. They are concerned, but they don't want to give in to him in case he is just missing her. We all know the drill every time he becomes separated from her. Of course, this time he is right. Remus, ehem, err, by the way are verbal contracts binding in your world?" Grant sounded concerned.
"Err, it depends, but yes most of the times and to break some of them can be at your life's cost. Why are you asking?"
"This is just between us. I like Luke and Cissy, they are fine people, and Draco is a lovely boy. However, our lives have taken a turn I don't like. And I am about to tell them we are sorry over this thing, and after all, the children are young, and they might be wrong about Mimi. The only thing is that I have the feeling I accepted a contract, verbally." Grant could not look at anyone while talking.
Remus was speechless; Grant did not understand the dilemma. If they would take Hermione away, they would be signing the boy's death sentence. He knew the Malfoys hadn't explained the full Veela thing. It was worse than for the werewolves, Veelas only had one mate in their lifetime.
Although, he was surprised Draco had found his that young, Serpens had shown him the books. In two days they were going for the sleepover and were going to do more research before the full moon. Only imagine that the 'witch' Rose should find out about the werewolf. He wanted to cast an unforgiveable and be done with her.
"Grant with all due respect, you cannot do that. Draco would die if you were to take Hermione away, and I am not sure of the consequences for you two. Lucius Malfoy will stop at nothing to protect his child, and frankly, I would do the same."
"I DON'T WANTS THAT TRACO DIES LIKE THE FISH, NO."
Shit Mimi was at the door, how long had she been there listening? It couldn't have been that long; the kitchen was a little ways away.
Hermione's hair flew around her, and the glasses in the bar shook. "Mommy tell daddy not to make him dead. Not Traco, I don't want him in a box like Aunt Peggy or the fish. NO."
The little witch was screaming and all red. Both Remus and Jeanie stared at Grant, coldly.
"Sweetie, you didn't hear right. Remus, err, he was saying that Draco would have to dye his clothes, for the play; it means to color them. You did not hear the entire conversation. "
Hermione stare at the adults, she was distrustful; albeit that it was obvious she had not heard it all. Grant couldn't stand looking at her sorrowful eyes.
"I tell you what, let me call Dad, and we can leave from here in the Helicopter, let's go and see them."
Mrs. Jones was standing at the door, "Sir, Lord Granger, I am sorry but I must speak to you all. But not with Mimi around, Frank is coming, and he will take Mimi to read a book. Mimi do you want Mr. Jones to read you the Fairy book in our drawing room?"
Mimi's eyes lit up, "The one with the moving pictures like at Traco's house, yes." She jumped and went to Frank, who had just come to the door with Hera flying behind him. They left with the two birds following them.
The room was very quiet. Remus had caught the significance of the moving pictures right away. Grant and Jeanie just had processed it by the look in their eyes.
At the Manor.
Arthur had requested Floo access and he just come out shaking off the soot of the Floo network. He heard the young Malfoy's screams.
Lucius stood waiting for him, his face drawn up with concern.
"Do I come at a bad time? I can come back; however, I have very important news that need quick execution."
Narcissa had entered the room. "Hello Arthur, a glass of sherry, something stronger, tea?"
"Tea would be lovely, thanks. As I was saying," he stopped, Draco wasn't crying, thank Merlin.
"We gave him a mild drought, he was hurting himself, he is very upset," while Arthur looked the other way, Cissa pointed at the lips and her teeth. Draco's teeth, he was in his modified Veela mode, and he had to be sedated, he was biting his lips in his fits, and with the added strength was almost impossible to keep him down.
Lucius had decided to drive to the Grangers, it was but 15 minutes, but they had not yet answered the owl. Everything was so difficult, there was no Floo at their home, and the phone didn't work from the Manor, only from the office.
These last days had proven to be a nightmare for the young families. Lucius had a bad feeling, what if the Muggle family would run away from all of this? Cissy couldn't have any more children thanks to the adorable Bella. He would never forgive her, she had nearly cost Lucius his wife and his son; the beautiful Bella had lived up to her beginnings, she destroyed everything on her wake.
The idea of Draco dying of sorrow made him sick. He would take their daughter, and they would hide far away, he wouldn't give them the chance to run, he wouldn't. Between hurting the Grangers by taking Draco's Mimi or his son dying, without a doubt, he chose Draco. He felt better once he had made a decision.
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A/N. yes, most of the onlookers were mostly curious, yet Rose was creating a bad situation, mostly because she was a zealot. Moony is Remus inner wolf. He is a bad wolf all around, and likes to upset Remus. Have fun, and let me hear from you.