The Fractured Flame | Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Forty Three: Family Reunion

"Watch yourself, Muggle." Draco snarled, the confusion making his nerves short.

The unnamed man turned briefly, "Then tell your floozy to get out of the way. The Nazis are in the sky! It's another Air raid!"

Draco repeated the unfamiliar term, "Na-zi? What is Salazar's name is a Na-zi?" Hermione grabbed the front of his suit, her legs giving out. Draco glanced at her confused. "Love? What's wrong?"

She didn't look at him, recognizing all the signs. "Nazis..." She whispered, unwilling to believe the truth, "Draco... We've been sent to the 1940's."

"We were sent back in time?" Disbelief colored his tone.

Hermione closed her eyes, trying to remember the books she'd read on the matter. "If they're bombing London... We're at the height of World War II." Hermione blinked, her voice shaking as the sirens made one, long continuous noise.

The bombs were about to rain down.

Family Reunion

Hermione grabbed his arm, "Unless we want to be dead in the next minute, we need to go somewhere. Somewhere that isn't under threat of the World War II."

Without any warning, artillery shells rained into the sky and there were explosions that lit up the night sky. Thunderous crashes reverberated and Draco didn't hesitate before wrapping his arms around her.

This time, the plunging sensation of Apparition was welcome. What wasn't welcome was the feeling of being ripped away from Draco mid-Apparition. She heard him shout her name, but felt herself roll and tumble through an open set of heavy wooden doors, down a set of stairs. The jean fabric covering her knees was torn and she could see blood oozing out of the scratches.

She tasted blood in her mouth and knew that her lip was likely split and her cheek stung. Draco ran down the front steps with a bewildered expression on his face.

"Love, are you okay?" He helped her up, his hands coming to caress her face.

Hermione nodded, wincing when he touched her cheek, "The cloak is on the ground. You ought to grab it."

"I don't give a fuck about a cloak." Draco retorted before reaching into his suit to pull out his wand, "Episkey." Nothing happened. His face scrunched up in confusion, "Episkey." He pointed the wand towards a nearby hedge, "Incendio."

Flames shot out from his wand, burning the hedge that was connected in a long line that led up to the front path of the manner. Hermione watched in idle horror and amazement as the entire line of shrubbery went up in flames.

"And to what do I owe this pleasure?" A stark voice inquired at the entrance behind them.

Draco and Hermione both turned to see a man that greatly resembled Draco, but appeared a few years older. Where Draco's jaw line was sharp, this man was a bit more rounded. He had the same white-blonde hair as Draco, but it was cut short and neatly parted with obvious amounts of hair gel. Not a single hair out of place. He appeared to be close if not the same height as Draco. They both had the same pair of ice grey eyes, but whereas Draco looked her with warmth, the way this man stared at her gave her the chills. If looks could kill, this would surely do her in.

"There seems to have been an incident at the Ministry." Draco said firmly, "I'm from the future."

"Considering you look like you could be my son, I'm not in the least bit surprised." He replied with disdain, "The wards recognized you as blood. What I am surprised is why my descendent is in cahoots with a bloody mudblood."