Chain of Drabbles

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!

Pairing for the chapter: Lucius Malfoy and Hugo Weasley

Warnings: none;

Prompt: Disastrous Picnic

It was a mystery to everyone. There was no place to hide, no place anyone could have taken him. They were in an open field with no one in sight. There was no possible way... No way!

 

It was a big family reunion and the only thing that could, actually, hold the number of Wealseys and Potters was the open field by Stonehenge. The only one which should have been safe enough. But it wasn't.

 

In between setting the picnic, arranging tables, the food, the muggle repelling wards, the toys for the kids, the security measures to prevent accidents...

 

"Where's Hugo? Hugo!" Hermione Weasley shouted, looking for her only son.

 

"Hermione?" The tall redhead, Ronald Weasley, asked.

 

"I can't find that boy! Have you seen Hugo?" She cried, exasperated, she knew her boy liked to play hide and seek at the most inconvenient times, so she wasn't worried.

 

"He's playing again, don't worry love, he'll show up when he's hungry." And he kissed her temple, completely oblivious to the onlookers.

Under a disillusion charm, Lucius Malfoy sneered, staring at the couple and ignoring the child bound beside him. If the Weasleys wouldn't take care of their own offspring... He smirked at the frightened boy on the floor, well, he would have to do it, wouldn't he? And besides, the world was polluted with too many Weasleys, he doubted one less would make a difference.

 

"I wonder..." he murmured to himself, conjuring a piece of parchment and quill. Lucius pondered his actions for a moment before yanking the child's hand forward and slicing it open with his wand, only to dip the poisonous quill on the open wound.

 

A few hastened written words, a sticking charm on the huge stones of Stonehenge and he left, dragging the crying child along with him.

No one would bother with Hugo Weasley until later, each and every one of them would wonder where the boy was. Within moments panic would set in and the Aurors would be called, in the middle of the confusion, Lucius' conjured parchment would, eventually, begin to slide over the stone, burring itself on the grass.

 

And no one would find the one thing that might have helped.

'His body will lie forever in the Chamber.'

Afterall, the Weasleys owed payment to the Chamber of Secrets.