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FIC: Remnants; Chapter Eleven 
7th-Mar-2008 01:34 pm
Title: Remnants
Characters: Andromeda, Teddy, Scorpius, Rose, Malfoys, Weasleys
Rating: PG
Length: 5829 

Summary: The epilogue gave us hints of Teddy/Victoire and Rose/Scorpius. This is the development of those relationships through the eyes of Andromeda.

Chapter Eleven: Confrontations 

I supposed that it was inevitable; that sort of thing couldn’t have stayed a secret forever. I was actually fairly surprised by how long they had managed to keep it a secret. Ted and I had lasted a bit longer than the two of them, but then again, the stakes had been higher back then; nowadays neither of them were likely to be disowned or murdered because of their romantic choices.

There was also the fact that Ted and I had been mature enough to know how to deal with it when our families did find out; in those days immaturity could be lethal. Scorpius and Rose, it turns out, were not mature enough to deal with it. Honestly, children these days simply do not appreciate how to keep and defend a good secret.

Where I had remained clear headed enough to walk out of my house with a general plan of how to proceed, Scorpius threw a fit at his father for going through his things—conveniently forgetting that the letter had been left face down on the dining room table. There was also the small fact that Draco hadn’t said anything more than “Can you explain this letter to me?” before Scorpius started yelling.

From my understanding of the incident, Draco even attempted to ask Scorpius semi-reasonable questions (“Why is Ron Weasley’s daughter writing you letters like this?”), or at least, he asked the questions without raising his voice.

Nevertheless, Scorpius threw an absolute fit, and flooed over to Teddy’s to explain what happened. After that Teddy—who hadn’t the slightest idea of how to deal with that sort of thing—bought Scorpius to me, thinking that I’d be able to handle it.

Teddy walked in behind a very put-out looking Scorpius. I looked up at the rather stumped look on Teddy’s face, and the defiant sort of pout on Scorpius’ and I immediately understood what had happened.

“Um, Gran, I think you need to deal with this,” said Teddy as he walked through the door with a pouting Scorpius.

I eyed them warily; I really did not want to be in this position—I had expected it, but didn’t want it. I’d been through two wars, lost my family, most of my friends, and now I was about to be thrown into the midst of all the drama between the Weasleys and the Malfoys. I sighed inwardly before turning back to them.

“What happened?”

“Tell her, Scorpius,” said Teddy.

“Well, erm, Aunt Andy, I-I’ve been—”

“You’ve been seeing Rose Weasley.”

He gaped at me.


“I once carried on a relationship behind my family’s back; I can recognize the signs.”

“So, you know.”


“How long have you known?”

“Just about one year.”

He looked shocked.

“But, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to ruin the fun of keeping a secret. Teddy and I decided to keep it to ourselves until your family found out.”

He turned to Teddy.

“You knew too?”

“Of course I did, Scorpius.”

“So, what was it that prompted this panic, dear?”

He swallowed, looking scared,

“Dad found a letter. From Rose.”


After a short silence, Scorpius attempted to explain his rather hysterical outburst and subsequent exit from his home, but the damage had already been done.

“So, what now Gran?” Teddy asked me once Scorpius had finished speaking.

“I think I should go speak to Draco. We need to know if he’s told anyone, and if he has I need to figure out where to go from there.”

“No, don’t do that. If you do he’ll think that it’s serious enough for him to worry about, or even worse: grandfather might found out,” pleaded Scorpius.

“I’ll deal with Lucius if it comes to that. Now in regards to your relationship, are you trying to say that it’s not serious enough for your parents to be concerned?”

“Well, yes, it is serious, but—”

“How serious?”

Scorpius spluttered and turned rather red, but didn’t answer. That was an obvious indication of the fact that there had been relations of the sexual sort.

“I see. I’m fairly positive that your father picked up on that from the content of the letter he read, so I fail to see the point in attempting to hide it.”    

Scorpius continued to look extremely unhappy.

“Can’t we just hope he forgets about the whole thing?” he finally said with the air of grasping about desperately for solutions.

“Do you really think that that is at all likely?”

“No. I suppose not,” he sighed in defeat. Yet, the look on his face suggested that there was more to his unsettledness than a fear of parental (and grandparental) unhappiness.

“What else is bothering you, dear?”

“What’s going to happen when Rose’s family finds out? I know that you or Mum or Dad is going insist on telling them.”  

“Well, they won’t be happy. Not one little bit. In fact, they may be even less happy about it than Lucius. However, I suspect that their objections will be slightly more legitimate than whatever Lucius will come up with.”    

“What do you mean?”

I paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain it to him.

“Your grandfather hates the Weasleys for being blood traitors and refusing to stick to the pureblood status quo. The Weasleys hate your family—Lucius, to be specific—because he was nearly responsible for the deaths of at least two members of their family. In addition, Rose’s parents had some very serious problems with your father while they were at school together. I don’t know the full extent of any of these problems, but I’m guessing that they’re fairly serious, and legitimate; the Weasleys tend not to hold pointless grudges.”  

Scorpius looked rather surprised by that. It was apparent to me that his family had told him very little about the war.    

I was just about to contact Draco to alert him of his son’s whereabouts—despite Scorpius’ protests—when there was a knock on the door. I looked out the window and saw Draco standing there, waiting to be let in. Scorpius, who had followed me to the window, fled upstairs to Teddy’s old bedroom upon seeing who was at the door.

After watching him flee, I opened the door with a sigh.

“Hell Draco, your son just ran upstairs,” I greeted him cheerfully.

Draco buried his face in his palm.

"Oh hell.”

“How did you know he was here?” I asked him as I led him inside.

“Well, I assumed he was with Teddy, so I went to his home, but his wife said that Teddy bought Scorpius here.”

“Well, yes, she was correct. Scorpius is here.”

For a moment it seemed as if Draco was going to go upstairs after his son, but instead, he paused at the bottom step and turned back to me with a profoundly unsure expression on his face.


“Yes Draco?”  

“How on earth should I deal with this?”

“That depends on what aspect of ‘this’ you are asking me about.”

He gaped at me.

“What do you mean?”

"Well, are we speaking in terms of the fact that your son is hiding from you, in terms of Lucius, in terms of telling the Weasleys, or in terms of the fact that the Weasleys rather dislike your family?”

“All of them, I suppose,” he responded, looking highly daunted by the task ahead of him. “I wouldn’t ask, but, well, you’ve dealt with this sort of thing before.”

“It was quite different, Draco. I suppose it was similar in that my family disapproved of my relationship, but it’s completely different in that neither you nor the Weasleys are going to disown your children because of their relationship. Now, in regards to how it should be dealt with; the Weasleys need to be informed. Soon. They won’t be happy—you know the reasons for this much better than I do—and it is quite possible that you will have to meet up with them and discuss those reasons. In terms of your son, you have to talk to him and let him know that you and Astoria still love him and respect his romantic decisions. As for your father…I’ll deal with him if need be. Now go get Scorpius.”

Draco sighed resignedly, and trekked up the stairs. Half an hour later he emerged with a fairly disgruntled looking Scorpius in tow.

“Thank you, Andromeda,” he said. He then shot Scorpius a rather meaningful look.

“Yeah, erm, thanks Aunt Andy. And, see you later, Teddy.” With that he turned to the fire and returned home.

Draco paused in front of the fire, and then turned back to Teddy and I.

“Do you really think I’ll have to discuss those things with the Weasleys?” he asked us.

“Yes,” we replied in unison.

He looked distinctly unsettled by that.

“Is it that bad, Draco?” I asked him.

“In some ways, yes,” there he paused, his face once again resting in his hand. He looked back to Teddy and I. “Who’s going to tell the girl’s family?”

“Her name is Rose,” I responded, “and we’ll take care of it,” Teddy nodded in agreement.

Draco thanked us, and promptly left.

Once he was gone, I flopped down onto the couch next to Teddy. We looked at each other in anguish.

“I’ll take care of it, Gran,” he said reassuringly. He then hugged me, and left.

He’s a good boy, that one. Anyone who relieves me of the task of informing any member of the Weasley family that one of their own is in a relationship with a Malfoy is a good boy.

To my great surprise, Molly, Arthur, Ron, and Hermione took the news even worse than Lucius had. According to Teddy, he explained the letter finding incident to Ron and Hermione. Rose had been listening at the door, and had responded rather angrily to the fact that her family was finding out from him. However, Ron, Hermione, and Teddy all agreed that it was preferable to finding out from the Malfoys. At this point Rose burst out into tears and Hermione hurried after her to assure her that she and Ron still loved her very much.

Once they were gone, Ron informed Teddy that he was less than happy about the prospect of his daughter being around “those people” for reasons he would not explain.

Ron and Hermione informed Arthur and Molly of the news the next day. They were even less happy, in fact, that was probably the first time I had ever heard Molly swear quite so badly.     

I didn’t know how Rose felt about all of this. According to Victoire she had pretty much locked herself in her room, and only emerged to scavenge food from her mother. I think she understood the problems her family had with the Malfoys to a certain extent, but I was also fairly sure that they were keeping a lot of things from her, which probably caused her to believe that the problems came down to nothing more than a problem left over from her parents’ school days.

I wanted to offer her—and Scorpius—some sort of reassurance or explanation, but unfortunately, I was just as baffled as they were.

It was very obvious to me that neither the Malfoys nor the Weasleys knew how to deal with the current state of affairs, so they didn’t deal with it. They ignored it.

I let this state of denial continue for one week before I knew that I was going to have to step in. It would be unpleasant, I was sure, but I didn’t want Rose and Scorpius to feel like they had to lie to their parents more than they already had.

It was with this in mind that I arranged for a meet-up between the Weasleys and the Malfoys. Hopefully at this meeting—or confrontation, perhaps would be a better term for it—the Weasleys would be able to explain exactly why they didn’t want Rose around and Malfoys, and the problems could be cleared up. It wouldn’t be easy, but if I tried hard enough I knew that I would be able to convince them to come to a truce.

Neither family was overly enthusiastic when I proposed this idea to them, but I managed to guilt them into it by constantly stressing that they would be doing it to assure their children’s (or grandchildren’s as the case may be) happiness, and lack of resentment.

It was as a result of my urging—or perhaps ‘nagging’ would be a more appropriate term—that Draco, Astoria, Ron, Hermione, Lucius, Narcissa, Molly, and Arthur agreed to meet in my sitting room. We decided to have it in my home because it was a bit like neutral ground. We decided that it would be best for Rose and Scorpius to be there as well; they needed to have an understanding of the issues at hand. Teddy and I would be there to moderate if things got out of hand.

I considered inviting the Greengrasses and the Grangers—since they weren’t overly pleased by their grandchildren’s romantic decisions either—but I decided that having anyone else present would be simply too much.

They had all grudgingly agreed on the time and place—through Teddy and I, of course—and it was an exceptionally awkward assemblage that filled my sitting room that Saturday afternoon.

The two families stood rather hostilely on opposite ends of the room, eyeing each other warily. Rose and Scorpius looked rather as though they would have liked for the floor to swallow them whole.

"So, why don’t we all take a seat?” I suggested after a moment or so of silence.

None of them moved. I sighed; apparently this was going to be very much more work than I had originally anticipated.

“Alright,” I began, “Teddy, you sit there,” I said, directing him towards the center of the sofa sitting against the wall. “Rose, Scorpius, sit on either side of him.” After that sat where they were told, I directed Ron, Hermione, Draco, and Astoria to sit next to their respective children (I had expanded the couch for the purpose of this gathering). I then directed Molly, Arthur, Lucius and Narcissa to the smaller sofas on either side of the couch. Once I had them all seated, I pulled up a dining room chair, placed it directly in front of the couch, and sat down.

Once seated, I cleared my throat meaningfully. They were all too busy avoiding each other’s eyes to notice. Teddy raised his eyebrows at me, I shrugged back at him; I was willing to wait. Minutes passed, and the silence continued. Finally, I lost my patience.

“Well, since none of you seem willing to say anything, I will. You all know why you’re here. We need to discuss whatever issues you lot have with each other so your respective children and grandchildren don’t end up hating you for keeping them apart. Is this understood?” They all nodded. “Good. Now, since the lot of you have shown yourselves to be incapable of handling this on your own, I’ve decided to handle it for you. Now, somebody start us off.”

None of them did, though. It was starting to get ridiculous; was I going to have to walk them through the entire thing?-it seemed as if it was going to end up that way.

“Ron, start us off,” I directed him.

He seemed mildly surprised by my sudden order, but spoke up as directed.

“Our—mine and Hermione’s—aversion to this relationship has nothing to do with Scorpius; we have nothing against him. It’s them we don’t want or daughter around,” he said gesturing towards Lucius and Narcissa. “We’re not overly thrilled by the possibility of her being around Draco either.”


“Ask them,” he said gesturing once more at the Malfoys, “they know why.”

We all turned towards Lucius and Narcissa. Lucius was pretending quite stubbornly that he didn’t know what they were talking about. Narcissa glared at Ron.

“Well?” I prompted them, but they remained stubbornly silent. “Do you know why Ron doesn’t want his daughter anywhere near you?”

After a long pause, Narcissa finally responded. “Yes, yes we are quite sure that we are aware of his reasons.”

“Would you mind sharing them with us?” I prompted.

She looked highly unhappy about being the one who had to speak first, but she cooperated, sort of.

She turned to Ron before speaking and fixed him with a rather icy expression.

“What happened was…regrettable,” she said to him, the tome of her voice matching the expression on her face, “but there was really nothing we could have done to avert it.”

“Nothing you could have done,” he repeated with a sneer, “that’s complete and utter bollocks, and I’m fairly certain that you’re aware of that.”

At this, Narcissa’s face colored ever so slightly.

“Well what do you suggest that I should have done? I was not about to risk my son’s life just—”

“—Just to potentially preserve the lives of six people who deserved to live far more than you your husband and your son, yeah, I can see how that wouldn’t make any sense to a person like you,” Ron cut her off.

Narcissa opened her mouth to fire an angry retort back at him, but I cut her off before she could begin.

Narcissa, what is Ron referring to?”

She blanched.

“Well, he’s, erm…”

“Narcissa, I don’t have time for this. Cut the rubbish and tell me what’s going on.”

She gulped; obviously I intimidated her a great deal more than Ron. I didn’t drop my stare until she began the explanation.

“Well, Andromeda, you know that during the war the Dark Lord and the rest of them took up residence in our home?” I nodded affirmatively. “Well, erm Bella was there too.”

“Yes, Narcissa, I’m sure that we’re all well aware of that. Get to the point.”

“Well, everyone wasn’t there all the time, you see. They were all off on assignments, and the Dark Lord was abroad a lot on some sort of mission nobody knew about, but Bella tended to stay around with us; the Dark Lord didn’t seem to have given her very much to do.”

“For a good reason too; from what I understand, she tended to screw up a good deal more than was good for her.”

“Would you stop interrupting me?” she snapped.

“Fine. Continue.”

She shot me another nasty look and then continued.

“Well, since she didn’t have much to do, Bella was with us most of the time—especially after the Ministry fell. So, she was there—”

“That has already been established. Get on with it.”

“Right. Well, the Dark Lord told us to keep any prisoners we may catch in our cellar, so, around March some Snatchers came upon them,” she said, gesturing at Ron and Hermione, “Potter, and a few others. Greyback had happened to be with those Snatchers on that day, and he recognized them, so he followed orders and had the lot of them, bought to our Manor.”

At that point I had a very vague idea of where Narcissa’s long-winded explanation may have been leading.

“When they arrived at our home, Bella noticed that they had had this sword with them. Bella was very familiar with the sword, and seemed almost frightened by the fact that they had it with them; apparently it put us in danger, or something of the sort, so…”

There, she tapered off once more. Draco looked rather terrified and was staring at his feet, and Lucius was sneering off into thin air; what I had long previously identified as his default expression. Ron was glaring rather murderously at Narcissa, who looked as though she was trying to keep his thoughts together, and Hermione was gripping the arm of the couch so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. Molly and Arthur looked furious, and Rose and Scorpius looked utterly baffled.

Narcissa looked at me agitatedly.

“Do we have to discuss this now?”

“Yes. That’s sort of why we’re all here, Narcissa.”

“Fine,” she grudgingly conceded. “Well, they had this sword with them that frightened Bella, so she wanted to know where they got it from. So she, erm, she interrogated Granger and had Potter and Weasley put in the basement.” Narcissa had said that last sentence so quickly that it was difficult to make out what she had said.

“‘Interrogated’?” I asked.

“Yes,” she muttered, now carefully avoiding my eyes.

“In her usual sort of way?”


“In your home?”

“Yes.” She was becoming more and more uncomfortable with each passing affirmation.

“And you, Lucius, and Draco just let that happen?”


After this last affirmation, a long, uncomfortable, mildly shocked silence ensued. I chose to be the one to break it.

“I see,” I began slowly. “Well, no wonder they don’t want their daughter anywhere around you. I certainly wouldn’t.”

“You don’t understand,” she said, glaring at me. “What happened was certainly regrettable, but we had no choice.”

“No choice?” spat Ron. “I think you, and you husband, and your son and your whole rotten family had choice.”

“Well you don’t know what you’re talking about,” she hissed back at him. I could tell that she was doing her best to channel Bellatrix—that’s what she always did when threatened. Unfortunately for her, she was terrible at it.

“Well, Narcissa, Ron is right, you did have a choice. You had a choice not to let the Death Eaters into your home, for one,” I said.

“No I didn’t, Andromeda. There was no choice.”

“There is always a choice, Narcissa. For example, you could have chosen to go into hiding with Draco after Dumbledore was killed. There were a million things you could have done differently.”

“No I couldn’t have. Lucius was in jail, and I had no idea of what to do, and Bella said—”

“—‘And Bella said.’ That’s what it comes down to, doesn’t it? You just can’t think for yourself, can you? You always need to have someone around to tell you what to do. First it was Lucius, and then he lost his nerve, so it was Bella, and then she died so it’s me. Well, I am going to tell you what to do; you need to grow up and take responsibility for what occurred in your home in your presence.”

I let that sink in for a moment before continuing. “Now, you need to acknowledge that what happened was wrong, you need to acknowledge that it was partially your fault, and you need to apologize to them.”

She stared at me, looking almost lost.

“But how did I have a choice, Andromeda?” she asked me quietly, reverting back to the earlier discussion. “What was there for me to choose from?”

“You could have told Bella to stop, you could have stopped Bella, you could have convinced her to consider some alternate method of interrogation. There were so many things you could have done.”

“Oh be realistic Andromeda. I couldn’t have done any of those things, and if I had she probably would have killed Draco, or the Dark Lord would have found out and killed us all.”    

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, she was never going to kill your son. Second of all, you could have escaped before the Dark Lord arrived, and third of all, I suppose it never occurred to you that the lives of innocent people might be a little bit more important than the preservation of your security level, did it?”

“What do you mean she wouldn’t have killed Draco? She killed your daughter, didn’t she?” Narcissa responded, quite masterfully (or so she though) avoiding my other questions.

“First of all my daughter’s death is completely irrelevant to this discussion and you know it. Second of all, you’re ignoring the rest of what I said to you.”

“I just wanted to keep Draco safe, Andy. You know that his safety was all I cared about by that point. You know that. I didn’t like letting those horrible things go on in my home, you know that too. But if I had tried to put a stop to them, it would have endangered Draco. I know that there were things I could have done differently, but I was so preoccupied with Draco’s safety that none of those things seemed important enough to put him in danger for. In retrospect I now see where I could have acted differently, but back then…” she tapered off.

“Good. Now tell them that,” I said, gesturing at Ron and Hermione, “and explain to them why they should be at all comfortable letting their daughter into your general vicinity.”

Narcissa looked over at Ron and Hermione. Ron was glaring at her expectantly, and Hermione continued to stare into her lap. Narcissa opened her mouth unsurely.       

“What happened to you in my home was very unfortunate. I wasn’t setting out to hurt anyone, really. I was just trying to do what was best for my family. I didn’t like the things that were done, and they were—”

“—Regrettable, we heard,” interrupted Ron rather sarcastically.

Narcissa flushed angrily, but didn’t remark upon it.

“Yes, it was. What happened was not a result of personal malice; it was just an unfortunate occurrence that nobody quite knew how to handle.”

Ron and I looked at each other. He did not look at all satisfied; I hoped he knew that that was the closest thing to an apology that he could hope to get out of her.

“What about him?” Ron asked, gesturing towards Lucius.

“We’ll deal with him later,” I told him. “Draco, do you have anything to say about this?”

“Yes, I do.” Draco, unlike is mother, looked directly at Ron and Hermione while speaking to them. “I apologize for what my Aunt Bellatrix did to you on that day. It was horrible, and I regret that I was too cowardly to do anything about it.”

Ron considered him for a long moment, looking almost impressed, and then gave a brief nod.

“Good, I’m glad that we have at least semi-dealt with that issue. Hermione, was it explained to your satisfaction?”

“Erm, yes, I suppose,” she responded in a rather high-pitched sort of voice; a clear indication of the fact that she had no desire to spend any more time in the discussion of this particular matter.

“Right then, moving on. Who’s next?”

“I am,” said Arthur. “There is the small matter of Lucius attempting to sabotage my reputation at the Ministry and nearly killing my daughter in the process.”

We all turned to stare at Lucius, expecting an explanation or defense of some sort, but he merely sneered off into the distance.

“Lucius, would you like to address what Arthur just said?” I asked him, feeling rather as though I was coaxing a toddler to come in out of the rain.

“No, Andromeda. I wouldn’t. This whole meeting is a waste of my time. I’m not just going to sit here and listen to filth like this hurl accusations at my family. What we did back in those days was to protect ourselves, and neither I, nor my wife, nor my son should need to justify acts of self-protection in order to make them happy with this idiotic relationship.”

Arthur and Molly looked rather as though they were ready to throw a punch. Ron looked simply murderous, Rose looked as though she wanted to cry, and the rest of the Malfoys looked absolutely humiliated.

“So, you don’t care about your grandson’s happiness?”

“Oh I care about my grandson. But I fail to see what his happiness has to do with my wife, son and I having to field accusations from these people on the account of this girl,” he said, sneering at Rose.

At this, Ron leapt to his feet, wand pointed at Lucius. I stood up, pushed Ron back to his seat, and turned to Lucius.

“Well, Lucius, it should be clear. They hate you and do not want Rose—that’s her name; Rose—within a thousand feet of you, or your wife. And frankly after this little outburst of yours I thoroughly agree with them.”

“Well the good, at least we can all agree on something. Quite frankly, Andromeda, I have no desire to witness the continuation of this ridiculous relationship and I fail to see how it would permanently affect my grandson’s relations with me if it doesn’t.”

“Of course you don’t, Lucius. I forgot that I was dealing with you and not a mature adult; I’ll try to remember that in the future,” I sneered. I saw him open his mouth to counter my remark, so I spoke up again before he had the chance.

“No, Lucius, don’t try to defend yourself. Do you have any idea of what I’m trying to do here? Do you? I’m trying to keep your family from falling apart. I’m trying to keep your grandson from joining the ranks of the people who hate you because you fucked up their lives; I’m doing this for you.”

“Scorpius doesn’t like you, and he only deals with you because he’s obligated to. He’s this close,” I demonstrated the closeness with my fingers, “to hating you for fucking up his relationship with his girlfriend. Rose’s entire family hates you because of the sheer amount of shit you’ve pulled with them over the years, and I hate your for a plethora of reasons that aren’t entirely relevant at the moment. In fact, the only person in this room who doesn’t hate you or isn’t close to hating you is your wife and possibly your son, so I would advise you to quit while you’re ahead.”

He just stared at me, his mouth opened slightly. Nobody spoke; nobody could think of anything to say. I ignored them all and stared right back at Lucius. After a long pause he hitched his signature sneer back onto his face, stood up, walked out the door, and promptly disapparated.

A long silence dragged on in the wake of his departure. The Weasleys looked livid, and the Malfoys looked humiliated.

“Well,” I said in a tone of forced enthusiasm as I returned to my seat, “now that he’s gone perhaps we can make some real progress. So, we were discussing Lucius’ attempt at ruining your reputation, right Arthur?”

He looked surprised by the sudden return to the original discussion, but got over his surprise fairly quickly.

“Yes, but I wasn’t really expecting him to give me a worthwhile explanation, I was just curious as to how he would respond.”

“Right, well, now you know. Why don’t we just leave all of the Lucius related incidents out of our discussion for the time being. Now, who’s next?”

Ron opened his mouth to air another grievance, but to my slight surprise Draco cut him off.

“You’re about to mention the poisoning incident in sixth year, aren’t you?”

Ron looked mildly surprised, but nodded.

“That was just a desperate measure I used to attempt to succeed in my assignment so He wouldn’t kill my parents. I never wanted anyone dead, neither intentionally nor accidentally.” He sighed, running a hand over his face.

“Listen, Weasley, I understand why your family is worried by this, and I don’t want my son to resent me; I don’t want to be my father…” he tapered off. We all knew, in a sense, what he was trying to say.

Ron didn’t seem entirely satisfied with Draco’s unspoken message, but he accepted it in a grudging sort of way.

“What do you think?” he asked Hermione.

“I’m fine with it,” she muttered. I was under the distinct impression that she was still very upset at having to listen to a discussion of what Bellatrix had done to her all those years ago. I could tell that she wasn’t fine with it, but I also knew that she wasn’t the sort to forbid her daughter from being in a relationship.

The other Weasleys looked rather skeptical of what Draco had said—well, of what he had almost said—but they too seemed as if they were willing to accept it.

“Narcissa would you like to add anything to what your son just said?” I asked her.

“He said it very well. I was the same way; I just wanted to keep my family safe. That was all I set out to do. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I didn’t go about it in the most admirable of ways, but I did the best I could. I’ll admit that I did put my son’s life above the lives of others, and I don’t think it’s fair for that to be held against me because I did what any mother would have done in that situation.”     

“Oh give me a break,” Molly sneered; I was surprised that it had taken her this long to jump in, “that was obviously directed at me for killing that foul sister of yours. Somehow, I think that was a bit more excusable than the amount of damage your family nearly did to mine.”

"I am trying to be cooperative for the sake of the children,” Narcissa snarled back, her formerly peaceable tone all but forgotten. “Aren’t they what we’re here for?-Or was this whole meeting just an excuse for your family to hurl insults at mine?”

Molly looked as though she was preparing herself for some sort of monumental battle. It was, once again, time for me to step in.

“Molly! Narcissa! That’s quite enough out of both of you.”

They both glared at me, but returned to their seats.

“Ron, Hermione, are you at all satisfied with what Draco and Narcissa have said?”

Ron looked questioningly at Hermione who gave a very tiny nod.

“Yes, we are. I’m still not entirely reassured, but I’ll accept it for now.”

“Good. I think we’ve probably exhausted all facets of conversation for now, so you are all free to go.”

Frankly I was just as eager for them to leave as they were to go; I was quite worn out by it all.

Once they were all gone, I turned to Teddy.

“So, how do you think it went?”

“Much better than expected, actually.”

“Me too; in fact, I’m quite proud of Draco.”

“Yeah, he was great,” Teddy agreed. “What about Lucius?”

“He acted just as I expected him to, really. However, I’d say that generally, our little gathering was quite successful.”


A couple of days later Narcissa paid me a visit. She told me that one day after the gathering, Lucius had had a long talk with Scorpius and had apparently told him that he was perfectly fine with the relationship. Perhaps Lucius had listened to me after all.


10th-Apr-2008 03:50 am (UTC)
Andromeda's taking names and kicking ass!
14th-Jul-2008 04:37 am (UTC)
*points at your icon* looooove! i have just discovered the facebook group, and DIED at all the chuck-norris-esque "facts".

i have to say, tho', my favourite is a tie between "Voldemort can't fly. He can only fall after Neville kicks him." and "Neville's alphabet soup only contains 4 letters: B, A, M, and F."

just had to share the love. *uses bamf!neville icon*
14th-Jul-2008 04:34 am (UTC)
heck, I'm proud of Draco.

and I enjoy that the epilogue made it obvious that he'd had to grow up a little, and that he was, in no way, his father.

haha. Andy Tonks, the Leader of the Great Weasley-Malfoy Peace Summit.

*has decided Andy is definitely her favorite Black sister*
14th-Jul-2008 04:43 am (UTC)
Welcome to Team Andy
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