Secrets Unveiled

“What do you know about our family, Clark?” Draco Malfoy, Sr. looked at the younger man.

“Mrs. Malfoy teaches high school Chemistry at Pearl City. You work for the British Ministry,” Clark began as Mr. Malfoy hid a smile.

“Lois has three younger brothers,” Mr. Malfoy said as he took a sip of his chocolate.

“Yeah, I remember. Junior’s a doctor, Nick works in law enforcement and I think Hunter is a chemist,” Clark said as he adjusted his glasses. Mr. Malfoy laughed. “At least, that’s what Lois said.”

Mr. Malfoy looked at him thoughtfully. He took a deep breath before he replied. “All of our children had the choice of telling their friends about our family, Clark. I guess Lois never got around to telling you the truth about us.”

Clark looked down for a moment. He took a sip of his chocolate as he listened to the older Malfoy.

“The earth is home to at least two known worlds, Clark. Your muggle world, a world that is inhabited by people who don’t have any wizarding blood and the Wizarding world have shared the same space since the beginning of human history.

“The Wizarding world itself is made up of many different entities as well. There are families that have been in the wizarding world since it all began. They are considered of pureblood. The Malfoy name is one of the oldest names in our history.

“Then there are witches and wizards on the other side of the spectrum, muggleborns. They’re first generation; both parents are muggles. Their introduction into the wizarding world is when they first receive their acceptance into a wizarding school like Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” Mr. Malfoy continued as he saw Clark raise his eyebrows in incredulity.

Mr. Malfoy continued, “Mrs. Malfoy is what we call a muggleborn.”

“So Lois and her brothers are half-blooded?” Clark asked.

“Exactly,” Mr. Malfoy said as he nodded. “In the Wizarding world, Junior is a doctor, or a mediwizard. Nicholas, you saw him at Lex’s, is an inspector for the Ministry of Magic, just like me. Hunter is a Potions Master. They all trained at Hogwarts once they turned eleven.”

Clark leaned back into the couch. “Lois mentioned that they all went to boarding school. Why didn’t Lois go, too?”

Mr. Malfoy took in a breath. “You see in the Wizarding world, the school’s ‘magic’ chooses the candidates,” the older gentleman said as he took in a breath. “Lois is a squib; she didn’t go through any formal wizarding training. She can’t use a wand.”

“She never mentioned any of this,” Clark said as he closed his eyes.

“I guess that’s why she’s a great journalist. She knows how to keep a secret,” Mr. Malfoy said as he took a deep breath. “It’s hard to be different, Clark. There are always people out there who just can’t deal with differences. Trust me, I know. The wizarding world was full of them.”

“Magic and spells, Sir?” Clark said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Killing and torture curses? How did we teleport from one place to the other? Traveling through fire places?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in, Clark. In your muggle world, you deal with caste systems, racists and classists. We deal with almost the same thing.”

“It has something to do with the amount of wizarding blood they have, doesn’t it?” Clark asked as he guessed correctly.

“There are some witches and wizards, usually purebloods who think that witches and wizards like Mrs. Malfoy have no right to practice magic,” Mr. Malfoy began. “Some of them went to the extreme, waging war. There were two such wars in our history in the last century. Both were led by a wizard named Voldemort, the most powerful and evil wizard known to the wizarding world. His followers, known as deatheaters, bought into what he believed; that it was their duty to rid the wizarding world of people like Mrs. Malfoy.

“Voldemort and his deatheater followers were on a rampage until he met up with an infant named Harry Potter, one of Mrs. Malfoy’s closest friends growing up. He wasn’t to be seen for the next ten years. He resurfaced when Mrs. Malfoy and I were at Hogwarts. Harry Potter, Mrs. Malfoy and their friend Ronald Weasley led the charge against Voldemort. It wouldn’t be until another fifteen years before we finally ended Voldemort’s reign of terror.

“His followers still exist, and it seems that a new generation is coming up. You saw two of them in Lex’s living room.”

“How did you know they were deatheaters, Mr. Malfoy?” Clark looked at him questioningly.

Mr. Malfoy paused for a moment before he showed him the inside of his forearm. “You can tell a deatheater by the mark of the skull and serpent on the inside of his or her left forearm.”

Clark gulped. “Are you born with that?”

“You take on the mark when you truly believed in what the Dark Lord was preaching,” the platinum blonde said as he looked directly into Clark’s eyes.

“Mrs. Malfoy is a muggleborn,” Clark pointed out.

“I know,” Mr. Malfoy took in a breath.

“But you and Mrs. Malfoy are happily married,” Clark said. “You two either really love each other or you guys seriously deserve the Oscar.”

“No acting job, Clark,” Mr. Malfoy smiled. “I admit that Mrs. Malfoy and I never got along all throughout our schooling. We were complete opposites. We were on opposing sides of the war. Even after I switched sides a year before the war ended, we were still at odds.”

“But you two eventually ended up together.”

“A twist of fate,” Mr. Malfoy said as he took a sip of his chocolate. “A year after our generation’s war, the Ministry of Magic instituted the Muggle Marriage Law to blur the bloodlines.”

“So you chose Mrs. Malfoy.”

Mr. Malfoy grunted. He smiled at Clark. “My mother chose her,” Mr. Malfoy laughed. “Mrs. Malfoy wouldn’t have been my ideal choice for a spouse, in the beginning, nor I for her. We were like oil and water.”

“It’s a wonder you both didn’t kill each other in the beginning.”

Mr. Malfoy remained silent for a moment. “Thirty years ago, I was an ignorant, spoiled, insensitive asshole.”

Clark didn’t know what to say as Mr. Malfoy berated himself. He took a sip of his chocolate and avoided the older man’s eyes.

“The first three months of marriage were hell,” Mr. Malfoy said as he looked into his cup. “I wasn’t a very good husband.

“There was a loophole that we figured we found in time,” Mr. Malfoy continued. “If we weren’t pregnant within the first three months, the marriage could be dissolved. In the wizarding world all we had to do was destroy the marriage certificate and license. Mrs. Malfoy and I parted. She went back into the muggle world and I thought I didn’t have to see her again.

“Almost three years later, the Ministry repealed the marriage laws. I was going to remarry,” Mr. Malfoy took a sip before he continued. “Humans have a way of sticking to their own kind. I was going to marry Celeste Profesi, my girlfriend at Hogwarts. Our pureblood families had known each other for generations.

“There was a setback, though,” the blonde wizard ran his hand through his hair. “The Ministry still had Mrs. Malfoy and my marriage on the books. It was some sort of glitch which usually never happens in the wizarding world.

“I had to find Mrs. Malfoy so that she could sign divorce papers. You remember Mr. Creevey?” Mr. Malfoy asked.

“The guy downstairs; the wandtracker,” Clark said nodding.

“He helped to find her.”

“Mrs. Malfoy was a criminal?” Clark wondered.

Mr. Malfoy laughed. “The wand tracking system works with wands that we register into the system. Technology has advanced over the past thirty years. Where it takes only five minutes to hone in on a registered wand, it took a couple of days back then. Mr. Creevey was able to track her to Hawaii; she coincidentally used her wand for the first time in three years using reparo, a repairing spell, to fix her computer with all her students’ grades on it.

“You know she’s been teaching at that school since then,” Mr. Malfoy looked at the younger man.

“Wait a minute, Mr. Malfoy,” Clark said as he took of his glasses for a moment. “Lois and I are the same age.”

“Remember the twist of fate,” Mr. Malfoy said smiling. “Here I was showing up on her doorstep to get her to sign papers. She and Mr. Diego, the English teacher, showed up at the door. Mrs. Malfoy played him off as her new husband.”

“Mr. Diego?”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t think she was expecting to see me ever again, either,” he paused. Mr. Malfoy took in a slightly strained breath. “Lois on the other hand did. Lois has one magical gift, a form of wandless magic. She can see the future just by coming into physical contact with someone.”

He blinked his eyes quickly, “I missed the first two years of my daughter’s life.”

Mr. Malfoy waved his wand and a muggle box of facial tissue materialized. He took one and dabbed his eyes. He took another breath. “Long story short, Mrs. Malfoy and I renewed our wedding vows, had Lois’s three brothers, and we’ve been living happily in Hawaii, with a few arguments here and there to spice up life, ever since.”

“I guess your fiancée was pretty pissed.” Clark asked. “Hey wait a sec. Profesi, why does that name sound familiar? Mr. Creevey mentioned that name. You asked him to track the wand.

“So Celeste Profesi is trying to seek revenge on you and Mrs. Malfoy?” Clark asked.

“Not exactly,” Mr. Malfoy said. “She’s dead, Clark.”

“I don’t get it, sir.”

“A couple of months after we were reunited, Inspector Thomas, you saw him at Lex’s house, and I were working an important case dealing with stolen muggle weapons; handguns and assault rifles,” Mr. Malfoy took a deep breath. “Merlin.”

“What’s wrong, Mr. Malfoy?” Clark asked concerned.

“We’re working a muggle weapons theft case right now,” he said softly. He looked back up at Clark. He stood up. “I hate coincidences.

“Celeste was also a deatheater, Clark. Along with one of my ex-friends, Corey Reimers and other deatheaters, they planned to disrupt both the wizarding and muggle worlds.

“Celeste was going to have her revenge on me for leaving her at the altar.” Mr. Malfoy continued. “They modified the bullets with a potion using the theory behind the Dagger of Irses, a dagger whose wounds would never stop bleeding no matter how small the wound was.

“Our inspectors helped to stop them. In the melee of wand duels between ministry aurors and deatheaters, both Mr. Reimers and Celeste Profesi became casualties.

“The Ministry destroyed the weapons, the modified ammunition along with whatever potion was left,” Mr. Malfoy looked at Clark, his eyes growing darker. “Clark, whoever is behind the wand …”

“Is going to use the potion again,” Clark finished.

They both took a breath. A second later they almost jumped through the roof as the door flung open.