Potions and Parchment Match

Kingsley Shacklebolt watched as his son flew through the air chasing after the quaffle. The Quidditch pitch was full of Slytherin’s watching the practice that was going on. It felt strange to him to see the almost fully-grown man before him, and know that he was his son. He had wanted to have children someday, but with the war and then being assigned as Minister of Magic, life just got away with him. He couldn’t even think of a single witch that had turned his eye. Luckily for him, he had past his fortieth birthday and was no longer required to participate in the marriage lottery. He had performed the parchment test and had been both relieved and disappointed that no name appeared for him. Now as he watched Blaise swoop down and hit the quaffle he felt fatherly pride rise in his chest. More than anything he wanted to get to know his son.

“Minister!” Madame Hooch said acknowledging him when she saw him leaning against the side of bleachers. “What brings you here to our practice today?” she gushed.

Kingsley tried not to roll his eyes. His elevated position had changed people. Where before the war many people would not even acknowledge him, now people fawned and gushed to get his attention and obtain favors. “I have come to watch my son,” he said waiting to see her reaction. He had decided that he was going to publicly claim his son and deal with any backlash it created later.

Madame Hooch blinked several times and then her mouth dropped open. “Your son, Minister?”

“My son,” he said in his deep voice.

“I see,” she said, although she didn’t. The only Slytherin player that could possibly be his son would be Blaise Zambini and she was quite certain that he was not the Minister’s child.

“He is doing well,” Kingsley said trying to hide a smile. He knew that the Quidditch coach was trying to decide if Blaise was his. It was a crisp sunny day and the cold wind was blowing lightly, just enough to keep the players cool but make the spectators shiver under their robes. Kingsley muttered a warming spell and immediately felt better.

“Yes,” she said distractedly as she watched Blaise fly by. Could he possibly be Kingsley’s son?” “Minister, I wasn’t aware that you had a son.”

“Most people are not,” he said not giving an inch. He enjoyed making people squirm and right now was no exception.

“I see,” she said.

“Perhaps you could call him down for me? I would like a word with him.” Kingsley grinned. He knew that she was driving herself crazy wondering but didn’t want to ask because she didn’t want to look like an idiot.

“Minister, I am assuming that Blaise Zambini is your son?” she asked. Logically there could be no other.

“Why would you assume that, Madame?” he asked with twinkling eyes.

Madame Hooch blushed. “He is the only Slytherin who has your coloring, Sir,” she said.

Kingsley laughed. “Right you are. Please inform him that his father wishes to see him in the locker room immediately,” he said turning and walking back towards the building. There was no sense standing outside in the cold and creating a spectacle. He had no idea how the boy would react. Endora had promised that she would let him approach Blaise on his own so he hoped she had kept her word and not contacted him.

She watched his retreating back for a moment and then snapped back to attention. It wouldn’t do to keep the Minister of Magic waiting. “Zambini!” she shouted.

A moment later the smiling young man flew down to his coach. “Yeah, Coach?”

“Your father would like you in the locker room immediately,” she said.

Blaise frowned. “My father, Madam Hooch?” he asked in bewilderment.

“Your father. Best hurry, it wouldn’t do to keep the Minister of Magic waiting.”

Blaise blanched and then slowly jumped off of his broom. He must have confirmed his suspicions with his mother. He wondered what the man would say to him. He wondered why the man waited seventeen years to finally acknowledge his existence. He slowly walked the path to the locker room and then stopped outside of the door. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to do this. He wasn’t sure if he was emotionally prepared for this confrontation now.

He reached for the door and then stopped. He looked at the faded door and couldn’t bring himself to open it. He had wondered who his father was his entire life. When he had found out he had been elated that his father was someone he could be proud of. He had admired the man when he was just an Auror and he admired the man for all he had done to help the light side win the war. He was proud of everything he had done since taking over the Ministry of Magic. Even with the ridiculous marriage law, Kingsley had worked hard to eliminate the corrupt employees and turn the Ministry into a place that actually helped all magical people. Blaise was afraid.

He couldn’t stand the idea of being rejected. He had spent most of his life with his grandparents because his mother was busy with her husbands and couldn’t be bothered. He logically thought that Kingsley must have been acknowledging him because he had told Madame Hooch that he was his father, but on the other hand, to what extent was he going to go? Was he going to acknowledge him and then go on his merry way and ignore him? Did he want to be a part of his life? Was he going to try to play dad now and try to run his life?

Blaise glared at the door a minute longer and then shrugged. “Bugger it!” He opened the door and walked into the dimly lit room. “You wanted to see me?” he said to the man sitting on a wooden bench just inside the door.

“Hello, Son.”

Blaise blinked and then sat. “Why now?” he demanded.

Kingsley knew that this was not going to be the easiest conversation he ever had and he could see that his son was not going to give any quarter. “I just found out. Tell me, Blaise, how did you find out?”

Blaise stared into the intelligent brown eyes of his father. He could see the resemblance between the two of them. “I took a paternity test when I turned seventeen. You can buy them in Knockturn Alley.”

“I see. You turned seventeen six months ago. Why is it you did not contact me?”

“I had no idea what had transpired between you and my mother. Well, obviously sex, but besides that. She never mentioned you, and you never acknowledge me.”

“I found out the day that I came to speak with you regarding the marriage contract. I recognized you immediately. You look identical to my youngest brother, Jackson.”

“So then you went straight to my mother,” he said with a frown. “I bet that was pleasant.”

Kingsley laughed. “Your mother has not changed in the past eighteen years.”

Blaise snorted. “You were lucky to escape her clutches while you could.”

“I take it that the two of you are not close?”

“I am closer to her than any other person, but we are not what you would call close. She is a very independent witch and lives her life the way she wants. She does not want the distraction of a child.”

“Didn’t you ever ask her about your father?”

“Several times while I was young. Finally she informed me that if I brought the subject up again I would not live to see my next birthday. She can be very tight lipped when she wants to be.”

“Yes, she does have that annoying habit, doesn’t she?” Kingsley said laughing. “She knows that I planned on seeking you out.”

“I bet she was pleased.”

“Definitely. She wishes us well,” he smirked.

Blaise grinned. “Did she try to hex you?”

“Let’s just say that she will be searching for a new wand. I have snapped hers in two.”

Blaise laughed. “You know, she holds grudges.”

“Yes, but so do I. I am also the Minister of Magic and she knows this. She will have a hard time coming after me now.”

“Trust me, she does not forget,” he said. He knew this from first hand experience.

“So tell me, Blaise, where do we go from here?”

“Where do you want to go from here?” he said, immediately sobering.

“You are not a little boy for me to take in hand and nurture and raise to manhood. You are already a man who is about to marry and perhaps become a father to your own son. You might not know, but you are my only child. I doubt at this point in my life that I will have any others. I would like for us to get to know each other and perhaps become friends.”

“Does this mean that you will not publicly claim me as your son?” Blaise asked bitterly.

Kingsley laughed. “On the contrary, an announcement will be in both the Quibble and the Daily Prophet tomorrow acknowledging you as such. I have already changed my will leaving you as my heir. I plan on informing the world that you are my son.”

Blaise was speechless. “Why?”

“Because you are my son,” he said simply. “You would have been acknowledged seventeen years ago had I known about you.”

“This is a bit strange don’t you think?”

“I do. I also think that we can get past the strangeness and build a relationship. I would like to play with your children and hear them call me grandfather. I would like to be included in your family get togethers and have you come to mine. I would like to introduce you to my family so that you can see where you came from.”

Blaise slowly smiled. “I would like that as well.”

“Are you to old to accept a hug from your father?” Kingsley asked with watery eyes.

Blaise stood and walked up to the giant of a man. “Never,” he said with tears of his own.




“George Weasley! What do you mean this is your daughter?” Molly demanded. She looked at the bundle in his arms and the two Muggles who hovered behind him looking frightened.

“Mum, this is Natalie,” he said pulling her blankets from around her body and handing her to his mother.

“Ooh!” she whispered with tears streaming down her face.

“Oh, Molly, she looks like you!” Minerva said in awe.

“George!” she whispered in shock.

“Kiss your granddaughter, Mum,” he said grinning.

“A granddaughter! Oh my!” she said kissing the babies sweet skin. “Who are these people, George?” she said looking at the older couple.

“This is Patrick and Gretchen Riley. They are Natalie’s grandparents. Patrick, Gretchen, this is my Mum, Molly Weasley. This charming lady is Minerva McGonagall. She is the headmistress at Hogwarts, the school that I was telling you about.”

“Oh! Where are my manners?” Molly said scrambling up. “Please, come in and we’ll all have a pot of tea! George, take my grandbaby for a moment,” she said as she prepared another pot of tea.

“Molly, I need to return to Hogwarts. Perhaps we can meet tomorrow sometime for tea?” Minerva said, making it clear that she would expect a full explanation from Molly, and soon.

“Oh, Minnie, you don’t have to rush off!” Molly exclaimed.

“I’m afraid that I do. The school beckons.”

“Then I shall see you tomorrow. Good bye, dear!” she said waving as Minerva disappeared into the floo.

“Mum, where is dad?” George asked.

“He is outside in the shop. Perhaps you should go and get him, dear?” she said making sure he knew it was not a suggestion, but an order. She took the baby back from George and sat down smiling at her.

George looked at the Riley’s, who had not uttered a word since they had arrived. “I am going to go and retrieve my father. I will be right back.”

They both looked frightened but didn’t say anything. Molly could tell that they were uncomfortable. “I assume that George told you about the magic?” she asked.

“Yes,” Gretchen said. “It’s really amazing. He told us that there was a good chance that Natalie would be magical as well.”

“More than likely, dear. When was she born?”

“On October 16th. She really does look like you, Mrs. Weasley.”

“Oh! Call me, Molly! It looks like we’re family now. Where is Natalie’s mum?” she asked. It just dawned on her that the babies’ mother was not there.

“Our daughter, Kimberly, is a free spirit. She brought the baby to us after she was born and left her. She wasn’t ready to be a mother,” Gretchen said.

“She spent a lot of time wandering from place to place. It was no life for a baby, so she did the right thing,” Patrick said defending his daughter as best as he could.

Molly nodded. “I see.”

“Please don’t think badly of her. We have just accepted her for what she is. We might not approve of all the choices that she makes, but we still love her.”

“I know what you mean. I am not happy with my son right now, but I still love him.”

“To be fair to George, he is trying to do the right thing for his daughter. He didn’t have to come and claim her. He could have just disappeared and never looked back.”

Molly sat up straighter and said in a frigid tone, “I raised my son better than that. He will take responsibility for his actions.”

The two mothers stared at each other for a moment and then nodded. They understood one another. Neither was happy with the situation that their offspring created, but they would stand by and see that the best was given to their granddaughter.

“What is this?” Arthur asked walking in the back door.

“It’s your granddaughter, dad,” George said.

Arthur and Molly met eyes across the room and silent words were exchanged. “I suppose you have a story to tell, George?” he asked his son.

George smiled. “Funny thing about stories, dad,” he said.

“I have a feeling this one won’t be funny, George,” Arthur said giving his son a look that said this wasn’t the time for his nonsense.


Ron sat starring at the book in front of him but not reading a single word. He couldn’t stop thinking about his night with Millie. He never in a million years would have thought that she could have been so sexual, so aggressive, and so incredibly hot! In the past he had always thought of her as manly, when he even thought of her at all, which wasn’t often. He was looking forward to the wedding night and as far as he was concerned it couldn’t come fast enough. He felt himself hardening at the thought of her tying him up again.

“Ron! If you don’t finish that essay, Professor McGonagall will transfigure you into a rock!” Harry said in exasperation. He had been useless since he got back from his time with Millie.

“Hmmm,” he said not really paying attention. He was leaning forward on his arm with a glazed expression.

“Do you want to pass your N.E.W.T.’s?”

“Hmmm,” he answered again.

“Ron! What the hell happened in that room?” Harry demanded. He waited a second and then shoved Ron’s arm out from under him.

“Hey! What’d you do that for?” he demanded.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes! What went on in that room, Ron?” Harry demanded. He was feeling guilty for his part in luring him to the room.

Ron immediately turned bright red and then grinned. “God’s Harry! She was incredible,” he said with a sigh.

Harry raised an eyebrow and then wondered for a second who he was talking about. He couldn’t have meant Millicent Bulstrode, could he? “Who are you talking about, Ron?”

“Millie,” he said with another sigh. “She was amazing.”

Neville and Dean, who were studying at the same table as them, snickered. “As amazing as a quaffle in the head.”

Ron turned and glared at them. “She is amazing, and I would appreciate it if you would not talk about my fiancé that way!” he said.

Harry, Neville and Dean all looked at each other in shock. What the hell had happened to change him so quickly? “What happened?” Harry demanded again.

Ron grinned. “Oh, Harry! It was so incredible, so bloody amazing!” he said with a huge grin.

Harry rolled his eyes. “You’ve said that already. What happened?”

“She’s my master,” he said with a sigh.

“What?” Harry demanded. “Did she feed you a potion, Ron?” Harry demanded, now afraid of what she had done to him.

“No, she didn’t feed me anything.”

“Did she hex you?”

“No, no hexes. She was perfect,” he said again with a grin.

“Bloody hell, Ron, then what did she do to you?”

Ron turned and grinned again at his best friend. “She tied me up and spanked me.”

“So tell me how it went?” Pansy demanded.

“He called me master,” Millie said grinning.

Pansy grinned back. “Did you do everything that I told you? Did you use the toys?”

Millie blushed. “I tied him up and swatted his bum, but I didn’t use the toys. He was putty in my hands without them.”

“Did it take him very long to cave?”

“Not as long as I thought it would. Oh Pansy, he was incredible. He asked me to marry him immediately.”

Pansy smirked. “I told you it would work. So was it worth it?”

“Oh yes! I think that we can make this marriage work, Pansy.”

“So, tell all, is his cock big?”

Millie grinned. “Very. I don’t have any complaints.”

“As long as he is good in bed, you can ignore what an idiot he is out of it.”

“Is Harry well endowed?”

Pansy frowned. “Yes, but if I don’t fuck him soon I’m going to explode. I can’t stand it. Every time we get close someone interrupts.”

“Well, if nothing else, your wedding is only two weeks away,” Millie said trying to be helpful.

“Do you know how long two weeks is?” she demanded. “I have been walking around all week with wet knickers. Every time I get near him I get wetter.”

Millie laughed. “Try the room of requirement. It worked great for us.”

Pansy snorted. “That’s the problem. Everyone is using the damn room and I can’t in it!”

“You know, there is always the old heads room. Nobody uses it anymore so you could probably go there.”

“You mean the one by the Slytherin entrance?”

Millie nodded. “Yeah.”

Pansy grinned and then grabbed Millie’s hand. “Come on, you can help me!”

“God’s Mum, I’m exhausted!” Hermione said flopping down on the couch.

“You think that was bad, try shopping with Narcissa Malfoy. She can shop for hours without breaking a sweat!”

Hermione giggled. “Malfoy’s do not perspire, mother!”

Jane laughed at her daughter’s mimic of her future mother-in-law. “She is a bit hoity toity isn’t she?”

“You think?” Hermione asked grinning.

“She is nice though. She loves her son very much and wants to see him happy. She thinks that you will be a good match. She thinks that you will keep him on his toes.”

Hermione smiled. She knew that those words coming from Narcissa Malfoy were a compliment. “He makes me happy, Mum.”

Jane smiled softly at her only child and sat down next to her. She took Hermione’s hand in hers and said, “I was not happy about this situation when I learned of it, but I must say that I have quite changed my mind. I can tell that the two of you are going to be very happy together. I can see that you are falling in love with him, Hermione.”

Hermione blushed. “I think I am too," she said softly. “I never in a million years would have guessed that I could fall in love with Draco Malfoy.”

“I suspect that he is falling in love with you as well,” she said.

“I think that you are right, Mum. He looks at me in a way that he never did before.”

“You are the one who told me that that magical parchment would pair you with your exact match. You never would have been paired with him if it wasn’t meant to be.”

“I know. I can’t wait to be his wife,” she said blushing.

“Hermione, have you and Draco slept together yet?” her mother asked already suspecting the truth.

Hermione blushed scarlet and nodded. “It was amazing, Mum. I never imagined that it could be that way.”

Jane smiled. Her daughter was now a women and it made her sad. She remembered the gangly little girl with frizzy hair and buckteeth who couldn’t be bothered with anything other than her books. Now she was about to be married and perhaps soon after a mother of her own child. Where had the years gone? “I am very happy for you, love. Intimacy is a very important aspect in a marriage. If you are content in your bedroom, you will more than likely be content in the rest of your marriage.”

“Mum, where is dad?” Hermione said, all of the sudden realizing that the house was extremely quiet.

Jane looked at her daughter for a moment and then stood and walked towards her husbands study. “Ted?” she called. “Ted, we’re home!”

“Where do you suppose he went?” Hermione asked after they searched the house and garage for him.

“I don’t know. Do you suppose he and Draco are together?”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “I don’t know.”

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