Secrets Unveiled

Draco Malfoy flooed to the Puka Inn. From there, he flooed to the small pub in Metropolis, the Wildboar. He nodded at the barkeep before he apparated quickly to the foyer of the large estate. He held his wand out defensively.

The main living room was a mess. The couches were overturned. Books were strewn on the floor. He took in a sharp breath as he saw the two cloaked figures on the floor. At the same time he turned in surprise wielding his wand in front of him.

“Merlin, Clark,” he said loudly as he lowered his wand hand. “I could have cursed you.”

“Sorry,” Clark said as he held onto the dark blue woman’s jacket in his hands, dusting off some soot and ash from the explosion earlier that evening. He placed the jacket down as he looked up at the older man, “I was worried when I got your call.”

“I didn’t hear a car pull up,” Draco said as he approached the two men on the floor.

There was crackling and then several robed figures entered. Draco took in a breath as he watched all of them enter using Ministry of Magic protocol, wands up. “Whoa,” Draco said as he made sure Clark was behind him. “He’s with me.”

“Colin said something about the Profesi wand,” the tall black wizard began.

“Yeah,” Draco said as he felt the pulse of one of the victims. He took in a breath as he saw the signature mark. The Ministry aurors waved their wands as they surveyed the area.

“Deatheaters,” the younger platinum blonde said as he ran his wand over the other victim.

His father nodded. He looked back at the former Gryffindor. “I have to get back to the Ministry. I need Collin to fill in some of the blanks,” Draco said.

“We’ll finish the investigation here,” the tall black man nodded.

Clark watched Mr. Malfoy nod in return before he quickly stood up. He caught up to him in the foyer.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Clark said as the older man turned around. “I want to help.”

“Clark, this is out of your realm,” Mr. Malfoy said as he pulled his wand out.

“She’s my best friend,” he said, gulping.

Mr. Malfoy closed his eyes for a moment, knowing this was probably a bad idea. He held out his hand. “Don’t let go.”

They apparated into the Wildboar. Draco quickly whisked Clark into the fireplace. Clark held his breath for a moment. ‘What the hell was going on,’ he thought as he saw the seasoned wizard drop a handful of green dust.

“The Leaky Cauldron, London,” Draco Malfoy said to the young man he pulled out of the fireplace once they reached their destination. Clark looked confused.

Mr. Malfoy nodded at the barkeep before he waved the wand over his young charge and himself. They ended up in another place. Clark stood wobbly legged as Mr. Malfoy let go of his hand. He walked briskly ahead. Clark watched as other robed figures passed by him. They seemed to be in a cavern. He quickly caught up to the older gentleman as he ducked into a building.

“The Ministry of Magic,” Mr. Malfoy said as Clark caught up to him. He pointed to a corridor. He led the way.

They entered through the door labeled Wand Tracking Systems. Mr. Malfoy nodded at the brown haired wizard at the console.

“What do we have, Collin?” Draco said as he approached the monitors. Clark followed.

“There were two more unforgiveables after I gave you and Dean the word,” Collin said handing the Lead Inspector his report.

“Was there a killing curse?” Draco said as he leafed through the report.

“No,” Collin said as he thumbed through his own copy. “Both were the torture curse. The one that we tagged first and the third that registered were from the Profesi wand. The second was from a wand not registered in the system. Why?”

“There were two young guys, deatheaters, both dead,” Draco said, taking a breath as he forgot they had company. “Uh, Collin this is Clark, a friend of Lois’s.”

“Ah, Mr. Kent, right,” Collin said as he shook the muggle’s hand. “Lois always talks about you when she visits her father here.”

“Not all bad I hope,” Clark said as he took a breath.

“Of course not,” Collin smiled.

“We’ll be upstairs,” Draco said as he made for the door. He turned, “Notify me of any status changes. If whoever is using that bitch’s wand uses even a cleaning spell, I want to know.”

Collin nodded. “We’re already on alert if those wands are in play. We should be able to ascertain the location in ten minutes.” Draco nodded his exit. Collin watched the seasoned veteran inspector leave WTS. He turned back to the monitors.

* * *

Clark sat down on the couch to the side of the desk area. He took in a breath trying to figure out what had just happened. Mr. Malfoy handed him a cup.

“Alcohol?” Clark asked a little dazed.

The older gentleman smiled. “It’s well past midnight in London, Clark. And I’m well past my youth when it was easy to down that stuff that late,” he nodded at him. “Hot chocolate; Mrs. Malfoy always says it will calm your nerves.”

Clark nodded in return and took a sip. There was a slight pause as Mr. Malfoy sat down on the seat next to the young man. He squeezed the bridge of his nose.

“What the hell is going on, Sir?” Clark asked as he looked at the platinum blonde.

“We’re in the Wizarding World, Clark,” Mr. Malfoy said.

“Like wizards?” Clark looked at him incredulously.

“And witches,” Mr. Malfoy added.

“You’re kidding, right,” Clark replied.

Mr. Malfoy looked at him thoughtfully. He took a deep breath before he began.

* * *

Dean Thomas looked at the shattered wand next to the first deatheater. “Do you know these guys, Nick?” the older wizard asked.

Nicholas Malfoy nodded. “Yeah, this one’s Rocher Miller and that one’s Torry Tennyson. They were both six years ahead at Hogwarts.

“Both wands broken,” Nick observed.

“Yeah,” Dean Thomas said as he waved his wand over the Deatheater Miller. “Looks like he was killed by muggle means. Close contact. Broken neck.”

“This one, too,” Nick nodded. Nick looked around at the disheveled living room. “Something seems amiss, Uncle Dean.”

“What do you think, Nick?” Dean Thomas stood up. He looked around, too.

“There were three apparition spells in,” Nick waved his wand over both of the dead deatheaters’ wands. “Miller uttered a torture curse before his untimely death.

“There was one apparition spell out,” Nick looked at the veteran inspector. “Whoever was using the Profesi wand apparated Lois and Lex side-along?”

“They would have had to have been knocked out or something for it to have worked,” Dean noted as he looked down at the two deatheaters. “We’ll finish up here. Get back to the Ministry and see what we have on these two guys; known associates, accomplices, place of employment, as muggles would say, ‘the whole shebang.’”

The third oldest Malfoy child nodded. He headed for England. Nick made his way through the maze of witches and wizards. He made his way up the steps when he felt a tug at his robe sleeve. He held his wand up in defense.

“Merlin, Junior,” Nick said, dropping his wand hand as he looked at his brown haired brown eyed older brother. “What the hell!”

“Aunt Ginny flooed me at the clinic,” Draco Malfoy, Jr. said as he breathed out. “She wanted to confirm Lex’s address. Something about a torture curse.”

His younger brother nodded. He led Junior up the walkway to the entrance.

“I gotta run something by you, Nick,” Junior said as he followed him into the Ministry building. They walked into the empty lift. “It’s about Lex.”