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The Dove	By : lexiatel Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This series (a trilogy) is incomplete. The first and second stores to it are complete, the third is still a WIP. It's called Storm of the Stork. Before it is finished though, I am going to do a revision on what has been written so far. My grammar has immensely changed (for the better) since I started this series two years ago. Things will change. Be advised.

SUMMARY:

Set into the Next Generation, where the Potter children are grown up, Grace 'Dove' Potter is the elected leader of the Order of a new war. When Scorpius Malfoy (who is the opposing leader) attacks, he tells her the war could end if only she would be his wife. To save thousands of people, she agrees to the proposition.

Fair warning, I have been told Harry Potter is out of character. Do note that this is an AU before you begin reading.

She was near the door when she heard the knock. It was known as the Death Knock. Tap, wait two seconds, tap, two seconds, tap. If you heard that, The Wizard Force was here to kill you.

The leader, Scorpius Malfoy, was a psychopath, he fed on the fear of others. Dove learned that when they were in school together. She could never get him to reason. Papa told her that he was much more brave than his father, and he could never figure out where his bravery came from, because Malfoys were not brave. Dove told Papa it was not bravery, he was just that insane. Uncle Ron had agreed with her.

Dove wasn't brave either. She was a Hufflepuff. She hated fighting, and she hated war. All throughout school she tried taming the fights between Scorpius Malfoy and her older brothers (James especially), and while James took reason from his little sister, because she was the Dove of the family, and could talk everyone out of their arguments, Scorpius would not; he could not live in a world of peace.

"Capture the Upperbloods and the women. Anyone else can die." She heard his voice command.

Dove saw the first slaughter. The bastard didn't even use his wand to slit Kenson's throat, instead, it was a muggle butcher knife.

She had to warn the people! Locking herself in a room of Hogwarts they had thought they were safe in, she managed to send a Patronus to Albus, knowing James was probably already in battle. Albus had the ability to send a massive message to everyone on their side. She watched her silver dove flit away out the window.

The commotion of war outside the door made her stomach queasy. The only reason she was a leader of the Order was because of her selfless decisions. She didn't want anyone to die. Everyone elected her, much to her dismay. She wasn't brave, she wasn't smart. She wasn't talented. Aunt Hermione said she was the Gandhi of the wizard world.

"Except he was successful. We're still in a war with me as the leader." She had told her aunt.

Dove was just that... a dove. She wanted peace, and nothing more. Children shouldn't grow up in a war, with the possibility of becoming orphaned. Men and women should live happy lives, without having to look behind their shoulder in fear everyday.

What could she do to help the people under attack now? She had good defense skills, but that was it when it came to fighting. She couldn't kill anyone either, even if her spells were strong enough, she was not a killer.

When the commotion in the corridor died down, she slipped out. Dove had to cover her mouth to keep from screaming, so much blood and severed body parts. The smell of death, blood, and other disgusting things invaded her nose. She could not help but to step in the mess as she inched her way silently through the dead. Tears swelled her eyes, and she bit her tongue so her sobs wouldn't draw attention to herself.

Around the corner, Dove saw a girl she used to know in school who was a year younger than her. Doria Coven, she killed her brother right before Dove's eyes. His name was Jaden, he was five years younger than Dove. To Dove's horror, Doria began slurping up blood from his wound into her mouth.

No! She turned around to run back the way she came from, slipping on the mess below her and grunting along the way. Someone appeared up the hall, his wand was drawn to her. She slipped to a stop, falling on her backside, her hands resting in a pool of blood. She screamed then. It was too much. So much blood, so much crimson. She fought a gag.

"Dove..." his voice, quiet as it was, traveled to her from thirty feet away. He moved toward her, slowly. So elegantly. Purposely done for effect. He wanted her to fear him.

"No!" She screamed again. "Please!" She didn't want to die. Not to him. He had been her friend for four years before he formed the Wizard's Force. He tried to get her to lead with him, but she wouldn't do it. His ideas would only ever bring war and terror, as they had nearly thirty-five years ago. As they were doing this very moment.

She crawled away, crab style, not willing to take her eyes off him. She shook with fear. The wet, warm meat of her fellow Order members squished between her fingers. She cried. She wasn't made for this. She was no warrior. She should be in a tiny cottage with two children and a lover, being the mother she always wanted to be. Not crawling atop dead, bloody bodies, begging for her life.

"Please, don't do it, Scorp." She pleaded. "At least have one of your enforcers do it." She sobbed. "Don't kill me."

Scorpius looked so much like his father. Near white hair and skin. A pointed nose that stuck out, dark eyebrows, and a sneer that hardly ever left his face. He had his mother's blue eyes, that made him more handsome than his father ever had been. There was a time Dove saw the two spending life together, but Scorp could never let go of the idea that the pureblood race was slowly trickling away. A typical tradition for the Malfoys.

He was able to walk faster than she crawled. Part of that was because he didn't seem to mind or maybe even notice the mess he sludged through. "Look at you." He said, squatting down to her level. "You haven't changed a bit, Dove." He murmured, his blue eyes boring into her own. She looked away. That was a mistake. His shoes and half of his robe were soiled with human remains. Unable to keep the bile at bay, she threw up on herself.

Scorpius stood to his feet. "Anderson!" He shouted, snapping his fingers.

A small man came running up, as fast as he could, puffing all the way. "Sir Malfoy." He bowed low.

"Take her to the West wing." Scorpius ordered. "I will be there shortly. Administer her an anti-traumatic potion."

"Yes, sir."

"See you soon, Dove..." Scorp's lips curled into a smile. He raised his wand and she was sent to sleep.

Dove didn't know how long she had been out for. It felt like only a minute, but she knew differently. She woke up to his harsh demand, followed by an ice cold bucket of water tipped over her head. She screamed from the sudden temperature change. Her body shook from fear and the chill.

She tried moving, but she was chained to a chair, just as if she was at a trial before the Ministry of Magic. "Scorp?" she found her voice to be sore and hoarse. Had she screamed that much?

"Right here, Love Dove." His voice came from her right. Her eyes squinted from a bright light behind him. She couldn't make out his face.

"W-why haven't you killed m-me?" She stammered out.

"You're three quarters blood. We need you." Scorpius said bluntly.

"How long have I been out?" She shut her eyes, the light hurt her head.

"Five hours."

"How many are dead?" She whispered, afraid of the answer.

"We have ceased our attack for the time being, Dove." His tone gentle.

"How many did you kill, Scorp?" Dove asked through tears.

"Enough for your side to follow my command of a cease fire."

Dove swallowed hard. That had to be quite a bit.

"Of course having the entire last two generations of the Potters helped along with that."

Dove's stomach turned upside down. Her breathing picked up. "Did you..." she lost her voice, she couldn't finish her question.

"No. They are important for the Wizard's Force. Just like you."

"And my other side of the family? The Weasleys?"

"I have kept as many wizards alive as I could, Dove."

He was dodging her question. They must have killed one of them, or most of them, or all of them.

"We have no use for wizards under 68% wizard blood. We have kept all the witches alive though. Those captured are in the dungeons."

"Who's dead, Scorp?!" She demanded. "Who did you kill?!"

"Hagger." He answered quietly.

"No!" She gasped. Her youngest cousin! He had only been eighteen years old.

"The enforcers tried reasoning with him, but we know how hot headed Weasleys can be."

Dove was too absorbed in her sobbing to care about what he had said.

"It was painless." He added, as if that mattered. "It's not a terrible loss though. Half-Blooded wizards are useless for our cause. Especially one as old as he was."

"Don't talk to me, Scorpius!" She snapped angrily. "Go away! Leave me alone!" She tugged at her chains in an effort to break free.

"I didn't think you had your parents' temper." He laughed. "I guess I was wrong. You look just as adorable as Lily does when she's mad."

"Stop!" Dove shrieked. "Please, Scorpius! You just told me that you killed my baby cousin! Have a bit of mercy, will you?!"

Scorpius approached her. He still wore his soiled robes. She whimpered as he raised a hand to her cold, wet hair, trailing a handful through his fingers. "What do you think of me, Love Dove?" He bent down, whispering in her ear. "That I would hurt you? Are you afraid of me?" His lips brushed her ear as he spoke. The hot, damp breath welcoming to her freezing skin. He then moved to her neck, lightly kissing it.

A new layer of goosebumps swept across her skin. "Scorpius..." she croaked, tilting her head to keep him from continuing. "Don't."

"I remember a time when you begged me to kiss you."

"That was before you turned into a killer!" She shouted.

"Now, Dovey, don't talk to me like that." He stood, scolding her gently. "Would you like to see your siblings?"

"Are they in one piece?" She asked cautiously. "I don't know if I can handle anymore gore."

"Yes, they have not been harmed. Well, James has a bit of a gash, but he has been treated."

"Okay..." her voice shook. "I want to see them."

Scorpius disappeared from the room for a good thirty minutes before returning with three of his masked enforcers, each gliding a floating chair containing Dove's older siblings.

Lily was a tiny twenty-five year old with copper red hair, her green eyes were glaring at Scorpius. Lily was a Ravenclaw, as much as she wished to curse the Malfoy in the room, she knew it was best not to say anything.

Albus looked fearful. His green eyes darted from one place to the next. He was twenty-seven years old. He, too, remained quiet, awaiting for what sick things Scorpius had planned for them.

James was the loud mouth of all four of them, it was the Gryffindor in him. While brave, he could be mighty ignorant. "What have you done to my sister, you fucker??!" He snarled. "I swear to Merlin I'll kill you, Malfoy!" He struggled against his chains.

"James!" Lily whispered to him. "Stop it!"

Albus sent his brother a look. One he didn't see. James was too busy thinking he was Hercules.

"That's no way to treat your host, Potter!" Scorpius kept his cool and pointed his wand to James. "Watch your language, there are ladies present."

"Sorry, Malfoy, I was under the impression that you were born with a dick. Did you have a sex change?"

Scorpius' face turned ugly. "Crucio!"

James burst out in screams. The other Potters joined him.

"Stop!" Lily screamed. "Don't hurt him!"

"Malfoy! Stop! He didn't mean it!" Albus cried.

"Scorpius! Please, don't torture him!" Dove pleaded.

Scorpius released his spell. "No more insults, Potter." He said through heavy breathing. "Don't make your sisters and brother watch you suffer anymore."

James' glaring eyes looked deadly. He spat at Scorp's feet, but for the time being, he remained silent.

"Quite amusing that each Potter child went to a separate house." Scorpius paused at each one, looking them over. "And the Potter women are just as pretty as ever." Scorpius swiped the back of his hand along Lily's cheek. She stiffened at his touch. "Got something to say to me, Lily?" He sneered.

"No." Lily said with a strong voice.

Scorpius smirked. "I didn't think so."

James muttered something, but Scorpius ignored it.

"What are you going to do with us, Malfoy?" Albus asked very quietly, in an effort not to anger the psycho.

"Thought you'd never ask, Dumble." Scorpius' lips curled evilly. "In this new era, where The Wizard's Force rules over all, we will have a marriage law. Every witch or wizard 68% wizard blood or more will be paired off. The current Enforcers will have their choice first, of course. They have deserved it, after all. There are more upperblood wizards than witches, though, which poses as a problem. This is where the lowerblood witches come in. Using the seed and eggs from assorted upperbloods, we will have the lowerbloods witches carry our properly bred young to full term. Our children will then be placed in a home ran by selected Enforcers to continue our new legacy; Preserving the wizard blood."

"God, you're a sick bastard!" James shouted.

"Silence!" Scorpius shouted back.

"What will become of the muggleborns?" Lily asked, shakily, her strength lost after hearing the details of Scorpius' plan.

"Ah, my fellow Ravenclaw, that's where Love Dove comes in." Scorpius glanced at Dove.

"Don't do anything this freak says, Dove!"

Scorpius let out a mock sigh he then silenced James with a spell. "Funny you would say that now, Potter. But what if we had your precious mudblood wife? And your young daughter who isn't even a half blood? Do you want your sweet baby to become a wizard incubator? Do you want your wife to become a vampire's blood bag?"

"Oh, you wouldn't!?" Lily shrieked.

James suddenly looked horrified.

"You know I would." Scorpius said.

"Scorp, please..." Dove whispered in terror. "Don't do this."

"If this war doesn't stop now, there will be a lot more deaths, Dove. Fifty-Thousand to be exact. I don't wish for this to continue. The bigger the number I have, the faster our population goes back up. I need you on my side, they will listen to you."

"Your idea is insane, Scorp, I can't agree with it."

"What happens to the muggleborns if Dove ends the war now?" Lily asked rephrasing her question.

"I will allow them their own society far away from here, so they do not taint our blood."

"Free of war?" Dove asked.

"Yes."

"The lowers are enslaved at this point." Lily said thoughtfully. "You wont have peace there, Malfoy."

"It will take some conditioning, but they will get used to it. Anyone willing to partake will be treated very kindly. The alternative is not something to wish for."

"Malfoy..." Lily called for his attention.

"Yes?"

Lily bit her bottom lip nervously. "Who did you pick to be your wife?"

Scorpius smirked. "I am sure you know the answer to that." He reached in a pocket of his robes and pulled out a tiny white box. "I want to do this properly though." He walked to Dove, holding it out to her and opening it. A gold band with a beautiful Sapphire sat in the box.

Dove's throat suddenly felt like it was shutting. She had trouble breathing. Her heart thudded in fear against her chest.

"Join me, Love Dove, and we can end this war together."

Dove just gapped at the ring. She didn't want to marry him. Not this nutty wizard who could walk over dead bodies without caring. Who could wear a set of bloody robes covered in human gunk. Who could kill people with no sympathy in the world.

"Dovey?" Scorpius asked impatiently. "If you say no, I assure you, fifty-thousand more will die. Our number is much more bigger than yours. We are much more persuasive than your side is."

"Scorp..." her eyes were still on the ring. What was she to do? Marry the psychopath or let more people die?

"Dove, let me put it this way. I am going to win this war with or without you, and I still end up with the girl when this is all over. You have a choice now. You wont have one later."

"So either way...I...You..." Dove swallowed hard as reality sunk in.

"Love Dove, you will be the mother of my children. We both will be much more happier if you did so willingly."

"Malfoy, isn't there someone already willing to marry you?" Albus asked. "Why does it have to be Dove?"

"It must be a Potter." Scorpius insisted. "No one will murder my children if they are half Potter. Dove is the better choice, of course, but if she refuses, I could always claim them both, just for the fun of it."

"I would kill myself before I let you touch me!" Lily snapped.

"Shush, now, you have nothing to worry about. Dove will say yes, wont you, Love?"

"Yes." Dove finally answered grimly. "I'll marry you."

"Oh, Dove, no!" Albus groaned.

"Take the older Potters to the dungeons, and let them see their families." Scorpius ordered his enforcers.
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