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Title: Alexander Draco Malfoy
Author: Aoi Megami
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Lucius Malfoy is also a Father


Neville Longbottom clutched the Sorting Hat on his left hand and his wand on his right. Anxiety is taking over his person as he looked at the hooded figures surrounding the entrance to the Forbidden Forest. A long line of a sea of black, hundreds of Death Eaters waiting on their master for that signal to attack. He gulped, stuffed the Sorting Hat in his robes, his right hand was pale from clutching his wand as a sweat trailed down from his forehead despite the cool night air.

They were at a standstill at just past midnight. No one was moving, the air was tense and silent. They were in a destroyed classroom close to Hagrid's hut, in view of the entrance to the Forbidden Forest. He looked to his right and could see the Weasley family, on his left, his old schoolmates. They were all crouched down, waiting, waiting for the final battle they all knew was coming.

This was it; this was the last stand. Everything would and should end tonight. They have to succeed, if they don't, then they don't know what the future will hold for those against the Dark Lord. Neville clutched the hat within his robe for comfort. He was trembling. He was unable to find Harry anywhere, and quite frankly, he didn't want to bother Harry over a theory, even he himself was unsure of.

"Hey Longbottom, you're shaking up the whole place," George joked and the twins chuckled.

"S-sorry," he stuttered.

"We were only jokin'. Lighten up," Fred said quickly.

Neville could only nod.


Draco groaned in pain as he landed in an ungraceful heap on the forest floor. He tried to sit up but found it difficult with his hands and feet tied. Marcus hoisted him up with magic and Draco found himself on his knees before the Dark Lord. Marcus Flint stood tall and proud behind him. He looked around and noticed the people gathered there were members of the Dark Lord's inner circle. Though he noticed his father was nowhere to be found.

"I found him loitering in Parkinson Manor," Marcus stated proudly.

"Loitering?" Voldemort echoed. "How?" he asked after a brief pause.

"Polyjuice potion, my Lord," Marcus answered confidently.

"Who?" Voldemort asked quickly.

"Pardon me, my Lord?" Marcus looked confused with the question.

"Who!" Voldemort bellowed.

Marcus flinched; confidence deflated answered with a trembling voice. "A-a snatcher, my Lord," he lied. All confidence quickly gone at the realization of what he'd just said; Marcus regrated not killing the two witnesses in Parkinson Manor. Truth be told, he never thought the Dark Lord would interrogate him the way he was doing now. He envisioned that the Dark Lord would be so happy at the sight of Draco Malfoy on bound on his knees before him.

"A snatcher? Which. One?" Voldemort asked.

Marcus gulped. "I-I do not know his name my Lord," he lied again, a lone sweat trickling from his forehead down to his chin.

Draco could only watch the conversation in silence. As he was processing what they were saying, his eyes were darting around the vicinity, trying to look for a way out.

"You don't know?" Voldemort sounded joyous.

Draco shivered, he had an idea of what's coming with Voldemort's tone and he wished he was wrong.

"Do you know why you don't know?" Voldemort asked with a saccharine tone.

Marcus could only shake his head.

Voldemort's joyous look quickly turned serious, that poisonous smile gone from his ashen face.

"This is why."

And before Draco could say something, anything, to stop the Dark Lord, the green jet of light was much faster. He turned to his side, where Marcus Flint once stood, his body now lay a lifeless corpse on the forest floor. Marcus's eyes were still wide open in shock. Draco could only stare.

"I hate liars," Voldemort cackled. "But you know that, don't you, Draco," he sneered at him.

Draco shivered. He was completely out of ideas. He has absolutely no idea how he was going to get out of this one. He thought of his sons; of Scorpius, of Xander. He thought of Hermione. His breathing became ragged. He knew what was going to come next. He watched in silence, as if in slow-motion, as the Dark Lord raised his arm, his wand pointed at him.

"How I waited for this day," Voldemort chuckled. "I want to kill you as much as I do Potter," he admitted. "Goodbye," he said

A resounding "NO!" echoed through the silent forest.

Draco turned to the source of the voice and out comes Harry Potter, with Lucius Malfoy hot on his trail.


Hermione healed the gash on Pansy's forehead.

"I'm sorry Hermione," Pansy cried.

"Shush," Hermione said. But she was an emotional wreck inside. Her brain was trying to process what had happened and what she should do next. Xander stood next to her and the rest of Draco's housemates surrounded them. Unfortunately, she was only focused on one Slytherin. All rationale out the window, she stood from her seat after healing Pansy, and in a fit of rage, stalked up to Daphne Greengrass with her wand raised and ready.

"Where is she?" Hermione growled. She moved so fast, none of people present could process what had happened.

"W-what?" Daphne stuttered; her hands raised in surrender at the sight of Hermione's wand pointed at her.

"Whoa Granger," Theo raised an arm out carefully. "Calm down," he said carefully.

"Calm down?" Hermione echoed, her sight not leaving the eldest Greengrass. "My son was just kidnapped and you're asking me to calm down?"

"I'm sorry, you're right," Theo said, his arm slowly inching its way towards Hermione's outstretched arm. "But she doesn't know anything," he told her.

"I'm sorry Hermione," Daphne followed. "I really don't know anything, if I did, I promise I would tell you," She swore. "But Astoria's been distant with me, with all of us, since Draco and you got together," she stated.

Hermione glared at her.

"I really don't know anything, I promise," Daphne was in near tears.

"Mum," Xander's arm grasped Hermione's arm.

"Mum?" the whole room echoed.

"You need to calm down," Xander ignored their shocked faces. "We need to think," Xander reminded her. "Where would she take him at a time like this?"

"Hogwarts," Hermione answered as she lowered her arm.

"Y-you," Pansy stuttered from the side as she pointed at Xander. She looked at Hermione. "He's-" she stammered, still shocked at what she just heard.

"We have to go," Xander ignored her and told Hermione.

"I'm sorry Daphne," Hermione apologized to the crying girl "I'm sorry Pans," she turned to her friend. "I'll explain later," she promised before walking out of the nursery with Xander, Theo and Gregory on her trail.


Ron stood before the Room of Requirement. He paced and cursed and cursed and paced. He was getting annoyed with the whole situation. How was he to know what Voldemort was thinking when he decided, if he decided, to hide the diadem in the room of requirement? He was there on a hunch, and so far, he was losing confidence with this hunch.

He stopped cursing and pacing and stared at the wall.

Maybe he was overthinking this. So, he just decided to think simply and just go for it. He'd been standing there for hours anyway, he had to start somewhere. So, Ron thought, and he thought of a place where he can hide something and started to walk.

He walked past it once. He thought of a room to hide things. Twice, he thought of the room. Thrice, a room to hide things. It didn't disappoint when that familiar door appeared before him. Ron stopped before the door. It looked so gigantic to him. He hesitated, but soon that hesitation will turn into urgency when he heard a loud 'boom' from the outside, strong enough to rattle the castle walls.

He gulped. He knew what that meant. War has started outside.

Hesitation gone, he reached for the door knob and pushed the door open. Praying to Merlin and all the Gods that his instinct was right.


Lucius laughed madly. "Look who I bought!" he exclaimed as he clapped his hands. He turned serious, then pointed his wand at Harry. "Go on boy," he sneered.

Harry walked confusedly and dejectedly next to Draco. Lucius followed and dug his wand on the back of Harry's neck, making him kneel down.

"What are you doing here?" Draco hissed.

"I followed your father," Harry answered nonchalantly.

"You followed my fa-" Draco echoed but stopped himself as his annoyance started to build up.

"Anyways, what's with your father?" Harry whispered to Draco.

"Now is really not the time Potter," Draco hissed back. Draco was beyond panicked. Marcus Flint is dead, the only link to his possibly kidnapped son.

"On the contrary, I think now is a good time," Voldemort interjected, snapping Draco out of his thoughts.

Both men turned to face him, with questioning looks on both their faces.

"Once upon a time," Voldemort started with a laugh, his entourage of Death Eaters laughing with him. "A father, who was trying to protect his son, went against the very master he serves. He was already a bit mad, but there was one thing he didn't forget," he paused for dramatic effect. "His love for his son," he fussed with a laugh. "He then went against his master and used all of his Dark Arts knowledge to stop him. But all he did was delay the inevitable."

"He tried to stop you?" Draco looked confused. "Then why keep him next to you?"

"Does he look like the same Lucius Malfoy to you?" Voldemort asked back. "After I was done torturing him, he ended up loonier than the Longbotttoms."

Draco gritted his teeth.

"All to protect his son from getting the Dark Mark," Voldemort scoffed. "He ended up taking the mark anyways, and like father like son, ended up betraying me!" his voice rose in anger. No one was laughing now. Everyone was dead silent, watching the scene unfold before them.

"Sounds like you should be used to it by now," Harry said defiantly.

"Potter," Draco hissed warningly.

"What?" Harry looked comical.

"Do you have a death wish?" Draco asked, then paused quickly at the realization. "No," he whispered. Draco came to a realization that Harry was trying to rile up Voldemort so that the latter can kill the former. The right death by the right person. "Stop," he hissed at Harry.

"You know," Voldemort ignored their little conversation that held no meaning to him. "There is someone that I would love dead more than you, dear Draco," he said.

Draco looked back at the Dark Lord. His eyes trembling, having a good idea of what's to come next just with that tone of voice of his.

"No, stop!" Draco pleaded. But that green light jetted so fast, he didn't have time to warn Harry.

Draco watched, like time has slowed, as Harry dropped like a sack of potatoes on the cold forest floor. He couldn't believe it, they'd failed. Voldemort's laugh quickly snapped him out of his reverie. He turned to face the Dark Lord, only to find his wand pointed at him.

Draco gulped. They had failed. He dropped his head in defeat, knowing what's to come next. But instead of that green light, he felt the ropes on his hands and ankles loosened until he was completely unbound. He looked up, tears of frustration forming in his mercurial eyes as he glared defiantly at the Dark Lord.

Voldemort chuckled amusedly. "See if he's dead," the Dark Lord ordered.

Dead? Isn't that already a given? Draco was confused but masked it well. He turned back to Harry and reached out. He shook him once, twice. "Potter," he leaned down to check his breathing. Draco hitched his breath when Lucius leaned down after a moment to check as well.

"He's dead, he's dead," the older Malfoy sing-song with a cackle.

Voldemort smirked. "Draco," he called to his former Death Eater. "Be a dear and carry your dead friend."


"Mum, stop!" Xander pleaded with his mother before she got to the fireplace. "We need to think this through, we can't just rush in there without a plan."

"Do you have a plan?" Hermione was in tears. "Because I sure as hell don't," she admitted. "All I can think of right now is that my baby is in the hands of that-that evil vile witch and I can't do a thing," she sobbed. "Oh Xander," she cried. "I need my baby back," she said.

Xander sighed, stepped closer and pulled his mother in for a comforting hug. "We'll get him back, I promise," he kissed her forehead.

"Granger," Theo interrupted the rather uncomfortable display. He was starting to put things together and found it eerie how he'd never notice how the boy looked so much like Draco. "Didn't Draco tell you to stay here?" he asked.

"Are you joking?" Hermione pulled away from Xander. "After what we just learned, do you honestly think I can sit back here and let my baby stay with that witch longer than he has to?" she looked livid.

"I'm just saying, we," Theo pointed to himself and Gregory, "can go and let Blaise know and we'll look for Scorpius," he suggested.

"Absolutely not," Hermione said. "I am going and if you get in my way," she paused and lifted her arm wand, pointing her wand at the two Slytherins. "You're going to have to force me to stay," she finished with a glare.

Theo sighed. Gregory looked back and forth between them, waiting for Theo's answer. "Draco is going to kill us," he mumbled.

"I'm getting Scorpius back, she said determinedly. "And I'm going to need all the help I can get," she admitted.

"Of course, you have it," Theo sighed. "I'm just saying Draco's going to kill us," he smiled. "Do we have a plan?"

"Nothing definite," she said. "But if she's working with Flint as was doubted by the Order, then she's bound to show up in Hogwarts."

"And if she doesn't show herself?" Theo asked back.

"We still start at Hogwarts. Marcus Flint is sure to be there, he'll be our lead," Xander added.

"Right, to Hogwarts we go," Theo said before stepping into the fireplace.


They entered a complete war zone.

Xander missed what his mother was talking to with Theo Nott. He was too engrossed with what's happening before him. Spells were flying everywhere. Lifeless and unconscious bodies littered the floor. The already destroyed Hogwarts castle even looked more demolished. There was smoke and fire and debris. Xander was in a trance. He was finally wrenched back when Hermione pulled him along with her.

"Where are we going?" he asked her.

"We have to get inside, get to higher grounds," she said. "We'll be able to see better."

"Right," he agreed and followed his mother. He was still reeling from the fact that he was here in this day that could determine all their futures.

They were battling their way to higher grounds. Hermione doing the battling and Xander, trying to take cover most of the time. They stuck to each other, watching each other's back and Xander trying to help his mother as much as he's able.

It was Xander who actually spotted Astoria. He was so surprised that she was even there to begin with that it took him a moment to tell his mother. She was at the other side of the castle, across from where they were, she was only visible because she was passing by a destroyed wall. Hermione saw red and ran as fast as she could, with Xander on her trail.

They were getting deeper inside the castle now and farther away from the battle. When they reached the destroyed wall where Astoria had been, she was already nowhere in sight.

"Where could she have gone?" Xander gasped after running after his mother.

Hermione looked unphased. "Think Hermione," she mumbled to herself. "What's in this side of the castle?" she asked herself.

Xander looked around as Hermione stood there thinking.

"Is that Ron?" he asked no one in particular.

Hermione turned to where Xander was looking at and saw Ron heading towards them.

"What are you doing here?" Xander asked.

"What am I doing here, what are you both doing here?" Ron asked back when he finally reached them. "Didn't Malfoy tell you to stay back?" he asked.

"We're looking for Astoria," Hermione said quickly.

"What for?" Ron asked.

"She has my brother," Xander answered.

"Scorpius?" Ron asked. "Is that who she was carrying?" he asked mostly himself.

"You saw her?" Hermione took a step closer to him.

"I did. I just got out of the Room of Requirement when I heard her coming. I hid and I saw her carrying a bundle before she went inside the room," Ron explained quickly.

"The Room of Requirement?" Hermione asked.

Ron shrugged. "Don't know what she was doing there but it's a start right?" he said as he led the way back to the Room of Requirement.

"What were you doing in the Room of Requirement?" Xander asked as they head over towards the aforementioned room.

"This," he said pulled out Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem from within his robe.

"You found it?" Hermione exclaimed.

"I can't believe it either," Ron nodded.

"Great, now we need to find a way to destroy them," Xander said.

"I have an idea on how to do that," Ron said.

"You do?" Hermione looked surprised.

"Will you stop that," Ron grumbled. "You don't have to be surprised all the time, Hermione," he looked annoyed. Hermione laughed in mirth.

They stopped at a corner before the Room of Requirement and peered around the corner to see if anybody was present.

"There she is," Ron whispered after seeing Astoria walk away, the bundle she was carrying earlier gone from her arms.

"That little-" Hermione growled and ran out of their hiding spot without thinking.

"Mum!" Xander ran after her.

"Wait!" Ron ran right after the mother and son.

Astoria didn't have time to react before Hermione slammed into her, all slapping and punching and hair grabbing. The younger girl was so surprised, she could barely lift her arms out to protect herself.

"Mum," Xander's eyes opened wide in shock.

"You got this Hermione?" Ron didn't wait for a reply. "We'll figure out what room she put Scorpius in," he told her.

"But—" Xander watched as Ron walked away from the scene.

"Go help Ron sweetheart," Hermione cooed. "I'll take care of this little bitch," she said. "And if we can't figure out where she put your brother, I'll have this bitch singing like a bird soon enough," she said before delivering one last punch, knocking Astoria Greengrass out cold.


It was chaotic.

Red and green and yellow and blue spells were flying freely in the air. The war has started and they'd finally reached it. Draco shifted the lifeless body of Harry Potter on his back. They'd been walking a good twenty minutes before finally reaching the outskirts of Hogwarts castle. His body was sore and his arms were numb.

The fighting soon came to a halt when the witches and wizards present saw the additional dwellers. They took notice of the Dark Lord and Draco Malfoy with Harry Potter on his back.

Voldemort took a step forward, arms stretched out in greeting.

"Your hero is dead," he simply said, before turning and pointing a wand out to Draco, hoisting them both up with magic and tossing them haphazardly into the middle of the fighting grounds.

Draco groaned in pain as he and Harry landed a tangle of limbs on the hard cemented floor. He disentangled himself from Harry before sitting up.

"It's over!" the Dark Lord bellowed. "You have lost and I," he paused. "I have won."


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