All That You Are

Harry was bent over panting by the time that they reached Hagrid’s hut and Hermione leaned against a tree, clutching a stitch in her side. “Bloody hell I can’t believe that worked.”

“For a minute there I thought that you were being serious.”

“I could tell.”

Harry’s head snapped up at the sound of breaking twigs and found Pansy, Daphne, Draco, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and Ron all making their way towards them. Draco was staring at her, his gaze roaming over every inch of her that he could see. She stared back at him with the sudden realization that he won’t let her go anywhere near the Ministry without coming with her. The idea of him doing that was absurd, and she swallowed, suddenly realizing just what she needed to do. Draco narrowed his eyes at her, gripping his wand tighter before shaking his head at her. Quickly, she raised her arm and cast a Stupefy at him before he could shield himself. 

Pansy’s eyes went wide and Daphne stared at her. “What the bloody hell was that for?”

“We have to get to the Ministry. Do you really think that Draco would let me go?”

Harry nodded, glancing down at Draco before smiling. Hermione glared at him. “What? He deserved that. Prat.”

“Stop it, Harry.”

Pansy was also glaring at Harry before peeking over to Hermione. “Listen, he’s going to hex you senseless when he wakes up. But, I’ll make sure that he gets to the Infirmary.” Ronald came to stand next to her, staring over where Malfoy was before glancing up at Harry.

“How are we going to get there?” Neville was standing suspiciously close to Daphne who was smirking at him before Luna spoke up. 

“We’re going to fly of course.”

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Lucius should've expected it, yet as he stood huddled off in the Darkness with the other Death Eaters he was surprised. Hermione Granger was trailing down the many shelves behind Harry Potter, whom of course had landed directly into Voldemort's trap.

That part didn't surprise him. The poor boy was gullible, and not the brightest. Hermione of course was the brains behind everything that he did and for a moment, Lucius wondered how far he would've gotten without her these last few years. Severus had talked about how brilliant she was, and he had heard the softness around the edges of his old friend’s voice whenever he spoke about her. 

His eyes tracked them until Harry landed in front of his Prophecy.  Hermione's swotty voice traveled through the isles. “Don't touch it Harry.”

“Why not, it's got my name on it.”

“Because this whole thing was a trap. I told you so. Don't.” 

Harry ignored her, pulling the orb from the shelf and Lucius stepped forward. He knew his silver mask was reflecting the glowing orbs around them, light shimmering off of it. He knew what his eyes looked like being the only thing showing. He saw it in those beside him. Then the realization dawned on him just who was beside him. His eyes landed on Hermione again, looking exactly like Mina, while Tiberius stood beside him. 

Lucius stepped towards Harry, watching as the small group of children turned and raised their wands at him. Children. The only ones whose hands were not shaking were the Weasley girl, Hermione and Neville. Brave. Stupid. Brave.

Lucius extended his gloved hand towards Harry, motioning for the orb that he held. Hermione’s eyes widened, flicking back up to him as he spoke. “Give me the Prophecy.” 

Suddenly, they were scattering, running through the isles in different directions. His eyes locked onto Hermione. For a moment he wondered how she had given his son the slip. Clever little thing she was, there was no way he would've let her go here. Not after the warning he had issued Draco before school started. 

“I know it's hard, Draco but in order to keep her safe you must try and keep your distance. Whatever happens, don't let her go with Potter. Do not let her leave those grounds, do you understand me?” 

Hermione was running, casting impressive spells over her shoulder at him as she did. One hit a shelf, and he skidded to a halt as prophecies tumbled to the floor around him. Jumbles of apparitions and voices erupted around him, Bellatrix's cackle mixed into it. Bellatrix. Tiberius. There were far too many variables for him to be able to keep her safe without worrying about blowing his cover. He was doing this to keep his family safe. Family. Yet the infuriating child dodging hexes and killing curses between the isles was also a part of his family. She was Dracos. She was Snape’s. She was Narcissa’s. 

Hermione spun suddenly, casting an impressive shield as he watched the spell bounce off of it, heading directly towards whoever had cast it beside him. Rookwood. Her eyes widened as she stumbled through the corridor, and Lucius caught a glimpse of her yanking a door shut behind her as she threw herself into the room. Lucius banked, pretending to chase her down a different hallway as Rookwood followed. Lucius stopped, standing in the middle of the corridor with his wand raised. 

“Go back and see if the boy still has the Prophecy. I am going to look for…stragglers we can use as leverage if he does.” Rookwood sneered, before turning and darting down the hallway in the opposite direction. Lucius approached cautiously, scanning the corridor in case others were there. Slowly, with his wand raised he flung the door open, stepping into the room the same time that he cast an Expeliarmus. 

Hermione’s eyes went wide as her wand went sailing across the room into his hands. He stared at her, his eyebrows raised in her direction. She glared at him, panting heavily as blood cascaded down her forehead and into her eye. Her wild hair was barely contained in the braid that she had falling down her back, stray curls sticking up in all directions.

“What the hell are you doing here? What does he want with Harry?”

Lucius didn’t say anything, instead held her wand out to her in the space between them. She eyed it before reaching forward and snatching it from his grasp with a glare. “He needed him in order to obtain something.”

Hermione scoffed. “How vague. Thank you for being as enlightening as always, Lucius.”

A burst of pride blossomed in his chest at her sneer that was almost entirely Malfoy. Stupid. Brave. Infuriating. Draco’s words echoed in his mind as he stared back at her. “You need to leave.”

“No. Are you mad? I’m not going anywhere.” 

“It seems.” He paused, pinning her beneath his gaze. “I need to have a conversation with my son about his capabilities to follow simple directions. You were not supposed to be here tonight. There are far too many variables involved and too many risks for me to be able to ensure your safety.”

Hermione lifted her chin at him, and he knew that she was about to tell him that she didn’t have a care in the world for safety as she had so actively proven over the past few years. Snape was going to have a bald spot in his greasy hair from the amount of times that he had almost pulled his hair out to keep himself from going mad every time she wound up in the Infirmary. 

“I told you what I would do in order to save the people that I love. I don’t give a damn about the variables. I’m not here to ensure my safety. I am here to ensure that somebody I love didn’t go walking into the Department of Ministries into a very obvious trap with no support whatsoever.” She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. “As for your son, I assume that he’s rather cross with me as it is, considering I stunned him before I left.”

Lucius raised a single brow in her direction but before he could say anything a voice to his left had him frozen, wand drawn and aimed at Hermione as if he were about to cast. “Mina?”

Hermione froze, and for a moment he wondered if she was even breathing. Tiberius was standing next to him, wand raised towards Hermione as he stared, peeling the mask from his face. Dark hair hung over his eyes as he stared at her–he looked as though he was seeing a ghost. Hermione did look a remarkable amount like Mina that sometimes he found himself wondering if he had been back at Hogwarts watching her flounce around the halls with Narcissa. Lucius had a decision to make–as he heard the start to the Cruciartus curse leave Tiberius’s lips. Lucius’s hand landed on Tiberius’s wand, slapping it down towards the floor and the man turned his wild gaze right at him. 

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Seeing ghosts, Tiberius?” Lucius made the decision then, as Hermione released a powerful stunner into Tiberius’s chest. Lucius smirked, but before he could say anything she was slipping past them and into the hallway, as he cursed under his breath. Tiberius was a disgusting, horrid, excuse for a man and Lucius contemplated casting, leaving him there stunned but he knew that he wouldn’t hear the end of it. It would be compromising. Renerverating him, Lucius took off down the hallway where Hermione had ran, entering the cold room. There were doors everywhere, dark rock jutting out across the room as a single frame stood in the middle, cloth fluttering in the wind as if it were on a hill in the countryside and not in a room without a single draft. 

Curses and spells were lighting the room up around him, and he watched Order Members filter in, Lupin, Sirius, Moody, Tonks. They were pressing the children back towards the center, blocking them entirely with their bodies. Lucius was concentrating hard, blocking his spells along with ones that Hermione hadn’t noticed were coming at her from behind. Sirius gave him a strange look, his eyes searching his when Lucius cast a shield against a rather nasty curse directed at Hermione’s back. 

Suddenly she was turning, screaming, yanking on Sirius before he tumbled into the veil. She wasn’t paying attention and neither was he for a moment as his eyes scanned the room around them to try to find Harry. Except, he hadn’t noticed at all that Harry had dropped the Prophecy, smashing it onto the floor and was taking off after Bellatrix as she ran cackling through the halls. Lupin and Moody went after Harry, who was blindly following a murderer through the Ministry and reinstating his wonder as to how the boy was even still alive. But, then again he already knew it was because of Hermione. 

His eyes turned and widened as he watched the purple spell leave Dolohov’s wand just as Tiberius was stunning him and the curse sailed through the air before Lucius could cast a Protego, hitting Hermione square in the chest as she stood up from leaning over Sirius. Her eyes were wide, mouth shaped in an ‘oh’ as she staggered backwards. Suddenly he was reaching forward, and he hadn’t realized he had been running as he yanked her forward and away from the veil that was threatening to swallow her whole. Her eyelids were dropping, and her breathing was coming out in awkward pants. Lucius stared wide eyed, as he laid his hand against the back of her head, catching her against his chest. This was going to blow his cover. He was risking everything for this. Narcissa, Draco, Hermione, Theo–they would all have to run after this. 

Unless he would be able to explain it. His mind was already working through a plan, shoving aside his terror over the situation as he pressed her firmly to his chest. Lucius grabbed the emergency Portkey from his pocket, yanking the handkerchief off of it. Just as he felt the pull in his navel, there was a hand on his shoulder, gripping roughly as he was yanked from the Ministry as one of the Weasley brood screaming Hermione’s name into the blurriness that surrounded them. 

Lucius landed just outside of the door to his Manor, clutching Hermione to his chest as he ignored Tiberius’s sputtering voice behind him. Lucius took quick steps into the house, yelling Narcissa’s name as he made his way up the stairs. She appeared at the top, her eyes concerned before widening when she saw him clutching Hermione to his chest. He was making his way to her quickly, house elfs cracking as he whispered orders to them. Once he had made it to Draco’s room, his palm pressed against the door, and it let him in as Tiberius stopped at the threshold, the wards refusing him entry. Draco’s room was one of the most warded in the house, along with Hermione’s, Theo’s and Narcissa’s emergency room that was just off of their bedroom. 

The children and Narcissa. They were the reason that he did anything. That he did everything. That he wore the mask that was clinging to his face as he dragged the girl onto Draco’s bed, before studying her. Narcissa was next to him, flicking her wand as her eyes scanned the readings that shimmered over her. Her lips were pressed into a tight line before there was another crack and Mip appeared holding the hand of a healer from Saint Mungo’s. 

Her eyes widened when she saw Hermione on the bed, but it only took a second before she scrambled forwards, immediately flicking her wand over her paling form and yanking things from her bag in the process. Tiberius was standing eerily still outside of the door, his eyes focused solely on the girl that was sprawled out on Draco’s bed barely breathing. 

Lucius took quick measured steps towards him, stepping into the hallway as he pulled the door shut behind him. Tiberius was staring at the wood for a moment before his dark brown eyes tilted towards him. “How long have you known that I have had a daughter and didn’t tell me?”

Lucius was staring at him, his hands twitching as he debated about grabbing his wand that was tucked up the sleeve of his robes. “Long enough.”

“How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

“What would I possibly gain from that?”

“You might just be working for the Order.”

Lucius sneered, walking across the hallway in one stride until he was right in Tiberius’s space. He didn’t have to lean over the man, he didn’t have to do anything other than glare into the unmoving, cold brown eyes. “Never. Insinuate inside the walls of my own home, Tiberius. If you want to leave them alive.”

Tiberius stepped towards him, tilting his head back as he leveled with him. “If this is true, she is to be returned to Nott residence until I find it fitting what to do with her. She was with him after all.” 

“Gathering intel.” Lucius straightened out, slamming his Occlumency walls into place as he stared right back. “The boy is rather fond of her. She was using that to her advantage and gathering intel.” The lie slid easily from his lips, falling in the space between them as Tiberius grasped hungrily onto the words. Something was turning inside of the man's eyes and Lucius breathed through his mouth to prevent the stench of liquor from assaulting his senses. “She won’t be going anywhere for the moment. Snape was the one who had his suspicions. He has Guardianship of her, you will have to take it up with the Ministry to get that switched over. Hopefully I didn’t blow her cover getting her out of there, but the Dark Lord will not be pleased with our failure tonight and she has the ability to gather valuable information kept alive.”

Tiberius reached his hand out, brushing his fingertips along Lucius’s cloak before pulling away with fingers streaked with blood. He narrowed his eyes, before Lucius watched him lean, drawing his wand across his palm as the blood pooled in his hand. He was muttering something, dark magic emanating off of him as Lucius watched the blood from his palm lift, hovering in the air before a line drew between the blood on Lucius’s clothes, the air pulling the liquid from the cloth in long strands that scattered through the air. Lucius’s eyes widened. He had performed a blood spell, testing to see if his blood indeed matched Hermione’s. It was an old dark lineage magic that typically was used for tracing and finding hidden relatives. 

Tiberius narrowed his eyes at him before straightening, and leaving the hallway suddenly without another word, and the blood dropped to the ground around him in scattered droplets against the marble floors.