In Fond Remembrance

The official handover of half the Malfoy legacy to Astoria Greengrass and her descendants (in perpetuity) started — like all public executions — with the somber procession of Ministry officios, legal teams, family support members — Astoria’s sister, parents and a boyfriend who’d had his features magically altered, and Draco’s team which now included Harry, Ginny, George, Blaise and Narcissa.

Twenty-one days after that shagalicious Beltaine celebration in the private library in the Manor, Draco’s life disintegrated.

“We’re here to distribute the Malfoy estate assets pursuant to the Malfoy trust which demands that the heir to the Malfoy title must produce a legal heir by his 26th birthday, which is today.”

“I have an heir. Lyra Carina Granger Malfoy has been proven to be my flesh and blood.”

Decorum escaped the room unharmed a second before Astoria went ape-shit. The aurors had collected wands at the door (anticipating some tense moments) but hadn’t anticipated that Astoria would pack enough concealed backups to see her through Armageddon. The first spell would have seriously injured Draco without Hermione’s lightening-fast wordless — and wandless — reactions.

“You CHEATED on me with that MUDBLOOD!?”

“Sit DOWN, Astoria,” Hermione commanded, “Our daughter was conceived after your separation. She is a Malfoy.”

“But she’s not a male Malfoy, bitch!” Astoria shot back.

“I’m afraid, Ms. Granger, that Mrs. Malfoy is correct. Lyra Carina — quite a pretty child —”

“Get back to it!” Astoria shouted, “I’m pregnant and I will sick all over you! Finally found a pure-blood man with some REAL balls.”

This last jibe hit Draco between the eyes — literally; she sent a hex along with it.

The boyfriend stuck his chest out at the accomplishment. Draco snarled at the thought that Astoria’s bastard would become lord of the Malfoy legacy.

“Yes… Lyra Carina cannot assume the Malfoy title,” the ministry official sighed, “We are therefore here to garnish the estate, to retire the hereditary Malfoy title and to execute the annulment of the marriage due to Mr. Malfoy’s inability to conceive a male child with Mrs. Malfoy. Does everyone agree?”

Heads nodded, some with smiles and others with grimaces. Hermione remained uncharacteristically silent during the slow, careful vivisection of her lover’s life and heritage. 

The official droned on as he read each decree into the magical record.

“Pursuant to the terms laid out in 347 by Aloysius Malfoy in the magical pact for…”

“…do so by his 26th birthday in order to secure the continuance of the…”

“…shall pass without disruption from father to son…”

“… in the absence of a male Malfoy, the title shall be —”

Hermione reached into that infinitely large purse of hers and handed the official two parchments, one magical and one muggle, at the conclusion of the readings.