Wizard's Porn

Harry and Kingsley stood in Lucius’s study, the former in a pair of white cotton boxers and green socks; the latter in his dressing gown, and nothing else. Both nursed coffees and barely suppressed anger at hearing Lucius’s story.



“You stunned her and the lad, forced a sedative down her and kidnapped them both? And then you admitted to it?” Kingsley said, confused.



“Yes.” Lucius whispered.



“Where are they? And is Hermione still out cold?” Harry said somewhere between ripping Lucius Malfoy limb from limb and laughing.



“One of the spare rooms, and yes, she’s still asleep.” Lucius replied.



“Right, I’ll be back in a moment – oh, did you grab Lysander’s blanket?” Harry asked.



“Who’s blanket?” Lucius asked.



“Good Merlin! You’re an idiot.” Severus groaned, Lucius was behaving like a Hufflepuff with a hangover.



“Lysander William Granger, the little boy you kidnapped? Remember?” Harry said with sarcasm, “Did you grab his blanket?”



“No, just him.” Lucius said.



“Oh shit. Not only did you knock out his Mummy, you didn’t grab his blanket. Hermione’s going to have your guts for garters.” Harry said, dashing back through the floo for (a) the all important blanket and (b) Molly Weasley – who Lysander referred to as Na.



Kingsley sat down, rubbing his fingers over his temples to soothe the rapidly developing headache, “Right. Seeing as you admitted your crimes pretty much as soon as you committed them, I can only punish you with a hefty fine. However, Hermione can request this comes to the Wizengamot and you could find yourself back in Azkaban.”



“I understand.” Lucius answered, resigned that he’d be back in a wet, cold, dark cell surrounded by dementors.



“What the blazers have you done!” Molly screeched as she came through the floo; her hair rolled into rags and under a lace nightcap, pink fuzzy dressing gown wrapped around her white night trail. She took the blanket from Harry’s hand, “Where are they you toerag?!” Lucius was met with Molly Weasley’s palm across his cheek



“Follow me.” He muttered, rubbing the stinging mark.



The party followed Lucius, the only one dressed, to the guest room. He took the locking charm away from the door and let them in. Molly gasped when she saw the sleeping Hermione with Lysander patting her shoulder, crying his eyes out.



“Lysander, come on sweatpea, come with Nana Molly.” She said, bending down, but not stepping closer.



“Maaaa!” he screamed, Severus put his fingers in his ears and remembered why he didn’t like children.



“I know, I know, shhh. Come on, come with Nana and we’ll make Mummy better. Blanket misses you.”



“Ki?” he said, quietening instantly.



Molly opened the little blue square of fabric and Lysander toddled over to it in the manner of a bull calf to a red flag. He grabbed his blanket close to him, then toddled back to his Mummy and put it over her.



“Ma!” he shouted, sitting down by her with a thump.



Molly stood and walked over to the pair, wrapping Lysander in his blanket and picking him up; trying to soothe the screaming child who didn’t know what was going on.



“Ma! Ma ma! Maaaaaaaa!”



“Lysander Granger! You will stop screaming this instant!” Severus snapped. Lysander shushed, gave the wizard one look, and promptly ignored him and continued to screech the place down.



“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”



“That worked.” Lucius muttered.



Harry walked into the room, grabbed the throw from the bed and wrapped Hermione in it, lifting her gently into his arms.



“See, Mummy has a blanket too. Come on little man, lets make Mummy better.” He said, making sure that Lysander could keep constant sight of Hermione as he carried his friend to the floo and Saint Mungo’s.



“Ma?” Lysander said, not having much voice left anymore.



“Calm down, shhh. Be a good boy for Nana, there there.” Molly held the confused and frightened child close, “Severus, what can I give him to calm him down, he’s going to make himself sick at this rate. I’ve never seen a babe so upset.” She whispered to the Potions Master following on his crutches behind her.



“How old is he?”



“Eleven months.”



“Dilute one part Draught of Peace to ten parts warm water, one teaspoon of potion to ten. Get him to drink half of it, wait ten minutes and then give him the rest.” Severus said, peering at the little boy who had been reduced to hiccupping sobs and reaching for his Mother’s unconscious form. “It can be administered once every seven hours.”



“Thank you, Severus.”



*****



Hermione lay groggy in a Saint Mungo’s hospital bed, Kingsley had three aurors guarding her – just in case.



“‘L’sander? Baby?” she groaned, opening blurry eyes.



“Molly’s got him, he’s fine.” Kingsley assured her, holding her hand.



“Safe?”



“Yes, he’s safe.”



“Want break Malfoy’s neck.” She said before drifting back into her drug-induced sleep.



“That’s all you want to do? I want to bloody castrate him first!” Kingsley chuckled, smoothing the troubled young woman’s curls out of her eyes.



*****



“How is she?” Harry whispered.



“Groggy, confused, the sedative was bloody strong – not to mention the four stunners she threw off before the fifth hit… she’s doing well, considering.”



“Lysander’s a completely different kid. He hasn’t stopped screaming since yesterday night. He wants his Mum.” Harry said, even Molly was starting to become rattled at the tot’s behaviour. He’d never been apart from Hermione for more than four hours – a full day was a very long time.



“Tell Molly to bring him, she’s coming round slowly. She cries for him when she’s lucid.”



*****



Forty-eight hours after being snatched from the cottage, Hermione had finally managed to mostly metabolise the drug from her system, though she was still confused and frightened. Harry carried a red-faced, still sobbing Lysander on his hip.



“Shall we go see Mummy?” Harry said softly, wiping more tears from the boy’s eyes. Harry wanted to personally murder Lucius for upsetting his Godson.



“Ma!” Lysander shouted.



“Yes, shh.” Harry said, opening the door to reunite Mother and son.



“Hey, baby.” She choked, sitting up in bed and holding her arms out for the squirming mass of sudden smiles.



“Ma.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around her neck and his legs around her waist. “Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma.” He chanted, clinging onto her for dear life.



“He’s been a nightmare without you. Mix being frightened, not knowing what’s happening, missing Mummy and a new tooth together…” Harry said, before he was cut off.



“… And you have a recipe for a very upset little boy.” Hermione sobbed, rubbing her cheek on his downy hair. “Why didn’t the wards wake me?”



“Malfoy completely dismantled them.”



“WHAT?” they took me three days to put up!” she said, horrified it hadn’t taken Malfoy all that long to break them and enter her home.



“We know… what do you want to do about him?”



“I don’t know. He put me and my baby in danger. Lysander is allergic to the active ingredient in the sedative he used… if he’d have given him that potion… I can’t feed him for another month; just to be sure it isn’t in the breast milk.” Hermione’s words were cut off with a gasping sob as she cradled the now sleeping babe close.



“Bastard.”



“Language! He’s picking up words fast.” She chided.



“Sorry.” Harry muttered.



“Kingsley said Malfoy can’t be kissed because nobody was really hurt – but that’s all that isn’t allowed as far as justice goes.” Harry said.



“I don’t know, Harry. Part of me wants him covered in starved leeches and left to bleed out; but part of me feels sorry for him and pities him. He’s so alone that he had to resort to kidnapping a woman he didn’t even know past an act and a glamour… I’m in two minds.”



“When you make your mind up, let Kings know. He’d move mountains for you, you know. You’re like a little sister to him, rather than a colleague.” Harry said.



“Was the cottage a holiday home – and don’t lie to me!” Hermione hissed.



“No. it isn’t a holiday home, your name is on the deeds.” Harry admitted.



“How can I pay rent on it then?” she wondered out loud.



“You’re not, its going into a trust fund for the monster you’re cuddling.” Harry chuckled.



“Has he been that bad?” she said, close to tears again.



“Yeah, he has. He’s screamed for you almost non-stop.” Harry replied.



“Screw pity, Malfoy; you upset my baby. This means war.” She spat, suddenly changing her demeanour as she kissed her son’s head.



“What are you going to do?” Harry whispered, worried.



“Where do you hit the man who has everything?” she practically growled.



“Erm?” Harry said, not quite getting at what Hermione meant.



She laughed, “His pride.” She said menacingly, her eyes flashing golden in undiluted anger. “Lucius Malfoy, prepare to be ruined.” She whispered the last.











*Runs again*