The Malfoy Ritual
Author’s Note: This is the direct sequel to Luna Lovegood and the Dark Portrait Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, J.K. Rowling and Joss Whedon do. Thanks very much to my Betas, Letomo and EllandrahSylver but all mistakes are still mine. The following ways of notation may be found in this story. This is excluding whatever I need to represent chatting, texting and stuff like that. And you can thank Twilightwanderer for the Abbott and Costello. Speech:
“Who’s on first.” Thought:
*What’s on second.
#I-don’t-know’s on third.
# Thanks very much to aussiemel for the recommendation, and to all my reviewers. Chapter 6 The Malfoy Ritual
Penelope Clearwater glared at her possible Intended with a look of exasperation. “Really, Percy! That is what you told Harry? That he wasn’t missing anything and then you praised everything about Hogsmeade? And then you sent him to bed? You have all the tact of a dragon feeding in a Familiar shop!”
“Penelope, I was just trying to cheer him up.”
“Well, you failed. Abysmally.”
“What’s happened to you, Percy? When we were in second year you pulled pranks on McGonagall. Now you hardly dare breathe without her permission! You used to put other people first, now all you seem to do is pontificate.” She turned round, her arms crossed.
Behind her, Percy blinked and drew his shoulders back. “I have responsibilities now, Penelope. I can’t act just for myself.”
“Responsibility does not give you a charter to be a prat! Think before you speak.” Penelope walked away, leaving Percy standing looking behind her, confusion and anger in his eyes.
Draco Malfoy had left Crabbe and Goyle and Pansy in Honeydukes with a small bag of Galleons and was making his way to a small copse of trees just outside Hogsmeade. No one followed him; the entire area was guarded by Dementors after all, what harm could come to him? Lucius Malfoy stood in a small clearing, his cane in front of him, and both hands on the head. “Draco.”
“Father,” Draco replied.
Lucius held out his hand and Draco took it. Lucius twisted slightly on his heel and then they were there, Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire. Draco took a steadying breath to suppress his nausea and followed his Father inside the Manor. Lucius led him down a set of stairs and then another, touched a pillar that was like all the others and then a flagstone on the floor, back up the stairs until they came to a well plastered wall. Lucius took the Malfoy wand out of his cane and put it in a hole in the plaster. “Semper fidelis.” He whispered; his voice hoarse with emotion. A crack appeared in the plaster and a door swung open. There was a small room behind the door, dry and musty. A block of stone sat in it, with a sword stuck in it and a circlet lying upon it. Lucius drew Draco inside.
“Every Malfoy male is taken to this room on All Hallow’s Eve of the year he turns thirteen.” Lucius spoke. “This is the room in which lies the evidence of our treachery.” His voice was quiet, dignified and filled with a deep sadness. “We are the Forsworn, and that we must remember. Are you ready?”
Draco nodded. “I am, Father.” He took a deep breath.
“Then we will begin.” Lucius said. “Whose was it?”
“He who is gone.”
“Who shall have it?” Lucius asked.
“He who will come.”
“What shall we give for it?”
“All that is ours.” Draco replied firmly.
“Why should we give it?”
“For the sake of the trust that was broken.”
“How long shall we wait?”
“Till penance is done.”
“What were we once?”
“The Ushers that served.”
“What are we now?”
“We are the Forsworn.”
“What will we be?”
“The Ushers once more.”
“When will that be?”
“When the Vicars return.”
“How will we serve?”
“With all that is ours, with all of our blood, with all of our strength.”
“So be it.”
Draco shivered and bowed to the crown and the sword and followed his father out of the small room, watched as the door was closed and then felt his father’s arms enfold him. “I’m proud of you, Draco. And I love you, my son.”
“I love you too, dad.”
Lucius hugged his son for a minute. “Shall I take you back to Hogsmeade? Or do you want to see your mother.”
Draco raised an eyebrow. Lucius chuckled. “A stupid question, and your mother would kill me. She’s in the Green drawing room.”
Draco hesitated. “Will you read from The Great Bard, Dad?”
Lucius smiled indulgently. “If you want me to. Come on son, your mother has missed you very much and I need to have you back in Hogsmeade soon.”
Luna skipped and Harry slouched and Myrtle floated. They talked of small, unimportant things, like homework and the way Professor Flitwick sometimes absentmindedly hovered places when he was in a hurry.
“Can we go visit Hedwig? I like her.” Luna asked.
Harry nodded. “Sure, let’s go. I haven’t petted her in a while.”
“Err, just a minute. Wait here.” Luna ran off.
Harry gazed after her. “Where did she go?” He asked Myrtle.
The ghost girl sighed, rolling her eyes. “I’d say the little moon’s room.”
Harry flushed a little. “Oh, right.”
“Harry? Myrtle?” They looked around and saw Professor Lupin looking around the door “What are you doing here? Where are Ron and Hermione?”
“I’m floating.” Myrtle replied.
Harry smiled at the ghost’s reply, but sobered as he himself answered. “They’re in Hogsmeade.”
“Hmm. Would you like to come in and look at next lesson’s subject? I’ve just taken delivery of a Grindylow.”
“I’m waiting for Luna to come back, but after that sure, sir.” Harry replied after exchanging looks with Myrtle. *As if Luna would pass up a chance to study any type of creature up close.*
Harry thought indulgently.
Myrtle shook her head. “Most magical creatures get unhappy with ghosts being too close. And
the Lady wants to see me. All I did was shout ‘boo’ at Professor Trelawney. It’s not my fault she can’t see into the future well enough to avoid tripping with surprise.” She rolled her eyes. Lupin and Harry exchanged looks.
Luna returned, a little breathless.
“Hello Miss Lovegood. I was about to show Harry my Grindylow. Would you care to join us?”
Luna nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes please!” Myrtle nodded her goodbyes and floated off, a little sulkily.
Lupin opened his door and waved. Luna entered but Harry looked at the man oddly. Luna grinned at him over her shoulder.
“It’s a lesson, Harry. Professor Lupin is showing the good sense of not inviting anyone in, no matter how well he knows them. We might be vampires, see.”
Lupin smiled. “Well spotted, Miss Lovegood, two points to Ravenclaw.
Luna nodded and smiled before looking at Harry who shrugged. “Sure, we can visit Hedwig later.”
A small, black kitten hissed at Luna as the girl stepped over the threshold, and took off, running between Harry and Lupin. Lupin looked after it in some surprise. “How odd. I’ve been trying to get Miss Bones’ kitten to leave for a while now, it never would.”
He looked at Luna, who flushed. “I may have accidentally hurt her. I’m very sorry.”
Harry and Luna watched the Grindylow swim in its huge tank in the corner as Lupin pottered around, looking for something. Several empty cages stood around as well, and a large glass enclosure occupied a corner, which to Harry’s confusion contained several trees and a dolmen.
“Professor Kettleburn had the Grindylow shipped in, but he keeps telling me I have to store the creatures I teach about in my office.” Lupin said good-naturedly, gesturing at the Grindylow. “I’m half sure I’m being pranked, but actually they are quite interesting to have around.”
Luna put her hand against the glass and the Grindylow did the same, its long spindly fingers at least half as long again as Luna’s. It was silvery green in colour and had sharp little horns. Harry moved to stand next to her and it bared its pointed teeth and ducked into a cluster of weeds.
Lupin moved to stand behind them, his arms crossed. “We shouldn’t have too much difficulty with the Grindylow, you saw its fingers?”
Lupin spread his own fingers. “They try and grab you with them; they’re very strong, but also brittle.”
Luna gasped. “Y-you mean you’ll break them?” She asked with tears in her large, silvery grey eyes.
Lupin suddenly looked guilty. “Yes, I fear so.”
“So every pupil…” Luna waved at the Grindylow, whirling in place in the tank, fingers clawing at a few fish Lupin had placed within it as food. “Will break that poor thing’s fingers and then you’ll heal it again? And then what?”
Lupin shrugged a bit embarrassed. “There will be no use for it after the school year.” He admitted.
Luna swallowed heavily and nodded. “I-I see…”
Harry glared at the DADA teacher and hugged Luna close.
Lupin sighed. “I’m sorry Luna. But Grindylows are considered dangerous for a reason; this one nearly drowned a Muggle child.”
“Normal.” Luna said, sniffling. “They’re normal people, not Muggles.
Lupin looked a bit amazed at being corrected by a pupil, but kept silent until Luna’s sniffles had died down a bit.
“Can I offer you some tea? I was about to have a cup. I only have bags, I’m afraid.” He offered half-apologetically.
Harry looked at Luna, who nodded and hauled a polka dotted handkerchief from her pocket, wiping her eyes and her nose before stuffing it away again.
Lupin tapped his wand to the kettle, which spouted steam. He poured the hot water in the teapot and hung in the bag. He looked over his shoulder at where Harry was standing, close to Luna, who was looking at the large glass tank that was filled with tree trunks, earth and a tinkling stream. Small blue winged creatures flitted around the enclosure. Luna was humming at them and they were replying, all four of them hovering just in front of the blonde. Lupin smiled.
“Here you go; tea.” Lupin handed a mug to each.
Lupin reached back and grabbed his own mug. As the two children looked at the hovering fairies, Lupin took out an earthenware crock covered with a plate and took out a piece of honeycomb which he put into the terrarium. The blue fairies attacked it voraciously.
“Why do you keep these? They aren’t a danger,” Luna said quietly.
“Well, they keep appearing, looking for the ‘Little Mistress’ and the Headmaster has asked me to capture them and release them back in Cornwall. At first I did that whenever I had one, but now a wait until I have several.” He scowled at the fairies good-naturedly. “I think they like Apparating, they keep coming back.”
“Oh. I can ask them to stay in Cornwall until I can visit them during the Hols.” Luna said. She hummed and whistled at the fairies, who bobbed and hummed, happily stuffing their faces with honeycomb.
Luna reached into her pocket and took out a pastille of chocolate that looked like it had melted and re solidified on a few occasions, took of the wrapper and dropped the small bit into the tank, after looking for permission to Lupin, who nodded.
Harry grinned as the little fairies clustered around the chocolate.
“Hmmm. I think I can report to the Headmaster that if we let you feed them chocolate they should leave.” Lupin said with a smile. “How exactly did you become the Mistress of a Clewd of fairies?”
“Well, I saved them from Lockhart. And I fed them chocolate.” Luna replied matter of factly. “But too much chocolate is bad for them, so I can’t
feed it to them whenever they want it.”
Lupin exchanged a glance with Harry, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “Quite.” He noticed that Harry had drained his cup. “Well, at least you needn’t worry about tea leaves with this tea, Harry.”
Harry looked at the professor and the man’s lips twitched slightly. “Professor McGonagall told me.”
Harry smiled back, a bit wanly.
“Is anything worrying you, Harry?” Lupin asked as he hefted the tea pot in a questioning gesture.
Harry held out his cup for a refill. “No.” Harry took a sip. “Why didn’t you let me fight the Boggart?” He asked suddenly, after a moment’s silence.
Lupin blinked. “I thought it was obvious Harry. I thought your Boggart would be Voldemort.” His mouth quirked. “I didn’t think he’d fit in well with the other staff.”
Harry blinked. “Oh, right. That makes sense. But I don’t think it would have been him.”
“Not Voldemort?” Lupin seemed surprised. “Then what?”
“I-I… on the train, I remembered the Dementors.” Harry replied.
“Ah. Actually that’s quite commendable. The only thing you fear is fear itself.” Lupin said after a little thought.
“Or a soul-sucking demon,” Luna observed, before humming at one of the blue fairies that was trying to get airborne with a hugely fat stomach, bloated with honey.
“Or that,” Lupin easily agreed. There was a knock on the door and Lupin called out. “Come in!”
Snape came in, carrying a goblet, steam rising from it. He eyed Harry with utter disdain, halting slightly a barely visible stutter in his smooth glide, as he saw the boy. But he granted Luna a grudging nod.
“Ah, thank you Severus, Thank you very much indeed. Could you leave it here on the desk for me?”
Snape put the goblet down, his dark eyes flickering between the room’s three occupants.
“I was just showing Luna and Harry my Grindylow. And they discovered the Fairies, and the fairies have found their Mistress.” He waved a hand at Luna, who flushed. “Would you care to join us?”
“Very interesting,” Snape said, not looking at the Grindylow, his eyes fixed on Lupin. “Drink that soon, Lupin. Miss Lovegood, one of your blue nuisances is flying through the dungeons. Kindly come and fetch it, I have no desire to chase after it.” He turned back to Lupin. “I made an entire cauldronful, should you need it.”
“Thank you, Severus; I shall probably need to take some more tomorrow. Thank you very much.”
“Not at all,” Snape said, but Harry felt a shiver run down his back at the look in his eyes as he looked at Lupin before leaving.
Lupins sighed and picked up the goblet, grimacing as he sniffed it. “It’s really rather kind of Professor Snape to brew this for me, its complex and I’ve never been much of a brewer.” He took a sip and his grimace worsened. “Absolutely foul.” He took a second sip and then another.
“Why?” Harry asked.
“I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather and this is the only thing that helps, Lupin replied. “Professor Snape really is very good at potions, you can learn a lot from him.”
“He’s also very fond of the Dark Arts,” Harry said darkly.
“Hmm, I believe he is quite knowledgeable about the subject,” Lupin said, taking a big gulp, his eyes crossing at the taste. “I wish sugar didn’t ruin it.”
“Some people believe he would do anything to get the Defence against Dark Arts job.” Harry tried again.
“He probably would be quite good at it, as I said, he’s very knowledgeable,” Lupin replied, taking another gulp. He drained the goblet. “Well, I’m sorry to cut this short but I need to get to work on next week’s lessons. I do hope you will be by again. Oh, and Miss Lovegood, do try and keep your clewd in check.” He winked at Luna, who nodded solemnly and put her mug in the small sink before leaving. Harry followed suit, casting one glance over his shoulder, to see that the goblet was still smoking.
Hedwig hooted when they came in, and flew of her perch to bat her wings at Harry before settling on his shoulder. Luna gave him an annoyed look. “When were you here last, Harry?”
“Err… a few days ago?”
“Oh, Harry! She’s such a wonderful and beautiful owl! You should visit her far more often. If I had my own owl, I’d visit her every day. Hello Hedwig.” Luna reached out a hand and Hedwig bobbed her head, letting the girl pet her.
An indignant little hoot came from above and then Dodger flew down, landing on Luna’s shoulder, demanding attention. “Hello, little fellow.” Dodger hooted indignantly and nipped at Luna’s fingers. “Ouch! Dodger!” Luna glared at the bird and Dodger glared back.
Harry laughed. “I don’t think he likes being called little.”
“Hmph. Well, he shouldn’t nip.” Luna glared at Dodger, before reaching into a pocket, fishing out a scrap of parchment and scribbling on it with a pencil she pulled from her hair and tying the parchment to Dodger’s leg. The little owl eyed her suspiciously.
“Take that to Hermione,” Luna said firmly. Dodger eyed her again, hooted and flew off.
“So what did you write?” Harry asked curiously.
“That for self-protection I was sending her that little owl.” She turned to Harry. “So, how have you been, now that you know the Grim isn’t stalking you?”
“Better. I do wish Trelawney would stop looking at me as if I were going to drop dead any minute.”
“Predictions of death are quite usual among Seers. Daddy has quite a large collection of Prophecy.”
“Well, I find it’s still not very comfortable to know that I’m going to die.”
“I find it very comfortable,” Luna said. “One day I will lay down my grey and weary head and then I can rest, and see Maman again,” she added quietly. “We all must one day die, Harry.” She put a gentle hand on his arm. “But that does not mean we cannot mourn and miss does who have gone before, untimely or otherwise.”
Harry swallowed. “Yeah. Sure.”
Luna tilted her head. “Have you ever been able to cry for them, Harry? Your parents? You can’t have many memories of them.”
“Luna… I…” Harry tried.
“You can mourn what you never had or knew, Harry. We feel bad for things that happened to other people. You can feel bad about the things that happened to yourself,” Luna said, quietly.
Harry glared at her. “Will you stop it!”
“No. Today of all days, I will not stop it.” Luna took a deep breath. “I still cry every year on the day Maman died. There’s no shame in it Harry.”
Harry looked at her stoically. “I don’t remember them. What should I mourn?”
“That you don’t remember them. Of course.” Luna blinked.
“Yeah. Sure.” Harry gave Hedwig a pat on the head and walked away.
Luna shook her head at Hedwig. “He’s really very stubborn, Hedwig.” Hedwig hooted and bobbed her head. “Hedwig… would you mind taking a letter to my Daddy?”
“Hermione! Ron!” Luna scurried to catch up with Ron and Hermione as they walked towards the Gryffindor common room.
The two Gryffindors stopped and looked around. Luna stopped as she neared them, quite breathless. “Are you going to talk to Harry? I need to as well.”
Hermione blinked. “Why?”
“I have some things for him.” She waved a large, bulky envelope.
Hermione and Ron exchanged looks. “Sure, wait for us in Calder’s Nook,” Ron said.
Luna giggled. “That’s where my Maman and Dad first kissed.”
Ron flushed and Hermione grinned. “Why Ron, you sly dog.”
“Mione!” Ron complained, before stalking off to the Fat Lady. He returned a few minutes later with an angry looking Harry.
“What do you want, Luna?”
“Maman was a great Quidditch fan and I asked Daddy if there was something you might like.” She handed over the envelope. Harry took it suspiciously, before upending it. A large scrapbook fell out, with ‘Hogwarts Quidditch-Gryffindor’ written on it in a graceful, cursive script. Harry caught it and it fell open, showing a young man with glasses and wild black hair and a pretty young woman with flaming red her and green eyes, grinning and mugging at the camera. The boy was in Quidditch gear, Gryffindor colours, and the girl was straightening his collar.
Harry swallowed. Luna put a gentle hand on his arm. “You can keep it Harry. Maman would have wanted you to have it.”
“Luna… why don’t we look at it together?” Harry suggested. Ron was giving Luna a strange look and Hermione was busy getting some grit out of her eye.
“If you want, Harry.” She turned to Ron and Hermione. “Did you have fun in Hogsmeade? It’s really quite odd you know, I’ve been there dozens of times with Daddy and now I’m at Hogwarts I can’t visit it anymore.”
Harry blinked before smiling. “Yeah, tell us. Did Dodger nip anyone?”
Hermione glared. “He was perfectly well behaved.”
They exchanged stories of their day. Harry was given a large amount of candy his friends had bought for him. Harry, Ron and Hermione seemed quite worried about Lupin drinking Snape’s potion.
Luna sighed. “Really, don’t you Gryffindors ever think? Professor Lupin is the DADA teacher and well able to detect poisons. Almost every potion used in the infirmary is made by professor Snape. Professor Lupin obviously had the potion before. And if there was anything wrong with it, he would have noticed. Not to mention that professor Dumbledore would frown upon one faculty member poisoning another.”
Hermione let out a breath. “You’re right, Luna. Honestly Harry, you had me going there for a minute. Snape murdering Lupin at the school? Hah!”
“But… the way he looked at him!” Harry tried.
“Well, he does
want the DADA job. And he did suggest that Neville dress up Professor Snape as an old woman with bad taste in clothes.” Luna said. “I imagine most of us would be quite upset by that too.”
Harry’s mouth quirked. “Yeah. I suppose I would. It’s just… Snape.”
“Daddy says he’s brilliant at potions, the best in centuries, maybe. He worked together with Maman on some things. I remember him coming to the house.” Luna supplied.
Ron gaped. “Snape was friends with your mother?”
Luna blinked. “I don’t know about friends, but they worked together.”
Hermione shook her head. “Well, I must admit I can’t really imagine that. But anyway, it’s almost time for dinner.”
Luna yawned as Penelope guided the Ravenclaw second years into the great hall. She cast a glance at the mezzanine and thought about climbing up there, to at least have some peace, but feared it would draw too much attention. She saw the Headmaster wave his wand and the rather ugly purple sleeping bags appear. They smelled rather mouldy and she sighed. *Probably transformed from some old supplies and summoned here. Impressive, but I wish he had a better colour sense, and knew more cleaning spells.*
She ran her own wand over the sleeping bag and the dank smell disappeared as the cleaning spell her mother had taught her took effect, another flick of her wrist changed the colour to bright yellow, a trick she had learned from Mrs. Weasley. She took off her robes and muttered another spell, this time one learned from her father, on one of their camping trips. Rather absentmindedly she also cast a few repelling wards and a ward against snoring. She loved her father, but he did snore. *I do hope the Fat Lady gets restored soon. That wasn’t a very nice of Sirius Black.*
Penelope exchanged looks with several of the other Prefects. One of them shrugged and started to imitate Luna. Not all of them would be up at the same time and some comfort would be nice. End note: Some of you may recognize the beginning of the Malfoy ritual from The Musgrave Ritual by Arthur Conan Doyle. I do not own this text, nor claim to do so, if there are any owners I assume them to be the descendants of Sir Arthur. And be kind and let me know what you think. And for those of you who worry about Percy, patience all will eventually be revealed.