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This story is No. 4 in the series "Buffy Anne Malfoy". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Lucius came home to find his son gone and his wife furious.

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Harry Potter > Buffy-CenteredgrundyFR1331,98702414,77817 Aug 1227 Nov 12Yes

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Lucius had no idea what to expect when he approached the house. He’d been lucky to arrive without attracting any attention, but he didn’t like to trust in luck. Not these days. He’d cast a surreptitious pointing charm to track down his wayward offspring- both of them.

He found it irritating that there was no sign on the door to tell him whose house he would be entering. He paused for a moment, considering his options, and then decided to go with the simplest. He knocked. With any luck he could retrieve the children quickly and get them safely away before anyone was the wiser.

Seconds later, he found himself face to face with the last person he’d have expected to see on a Hellmouth.

“Ripper?”

He had only a split second to register the expression on his old companion’s face before the man’s fist impacted squarely on his own face.

“Bloody hell, Ripper!”

“You have nerve showing up here,” Ripper growled.

There was a crash from the stairs, and a yelp of ‘Giles, what are you doing?’ followed immediately by a sarcastic ‘what does it look like he’s doing?’ that he would have recognized anywhere. As he backed out of arm’s reach, Lucius caught a quick glimpse of two blonde heads over Ripper’s shoulder.

Lucius tried to seize the opportunity to draw his wand, but found it abruptly yanked out of his hands.

“Um, Buffy, you might want to-“

That was as far as Draco got before time slowed to a crawl and the world exploded. The next thing Lucius knew, he was somehow lying on the sofa with his feet propped up and something cold on his head while his son yelled at Rupert Giles- who inexplicably seemed to be bearing the scolding with patience.

“You might have warned her that magic can be unpredictable on a Hellmouth! It’s one thing for you if you’ve been living here for years and acclimated, but that’s the second wand she’s ever held, and she’d never even seen one twelve hours ago! You’re bloody lucky she didn’t kill us all by accident!”

“I didn’t mean to,” said a girl’s voice, sounding small and guilty. “I mean, ok, Giles told me some things and I’m pretty mad at him, but I don’t want to kill anyone.”

“I don’t mean you meant to kill anyone,” Draco said hastily. “I’m just saying that it’s probably not a good idea for you to go handling any more wands until we get farther away from Sunnydale.”
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