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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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Warmth and comfort was all she could feel. Dove sighed in content. Why couldn't everyday feel this way? There were a few moments in her life when she could remember feeling this satisfied. Those days were gone though.

So why did she feel so great now? So warm. Like she was in a desert, laying in dry hot sand.

Dove smiled as a memory came to mind.

Sand angels.

"Grace!" Papa chuckled. "What in Merlin's name are you doing, you silly girl?"

"Sand Angels, Papa!" The eight year old giggled. "Haven't you ever done one?"

"No!" Her papa laughed. "But I've done snow ones!"

"Snow?!" Grace shot up into a sitting position to give him a look of disgust. "Snow is icky!"

"Snow's great!" James argued. "Much better than this grainy sand!" He scratched his bottom, wearing a painful look. "Sand angels are the stupidest thing you have come up with yet!" He continued to pick at himself "Ugh, it's all up my ass crack!"

"James Sirius Potter!" Ginny Weasley scolded with a surprised tone.

"Watch your mouth!" Harry growled to his eldest.

James didn't look the least bit bothered. He shrugged. "Uncle Ron does it."

"He is also not twelve years old." Harry shook a finger at him.

James sighed. "Yes, Dad." He grumbled.

"Eep!" Albus shrieked, running up and hiding himself behind Ginny.

"What's wrong, sweety?"

Albus pointed.

The family's attention adjusted to a family of blonds. The Malfoy family also thought it was the perfect day for a beach outing.

"Well..." Papa started. "Let's go say hi." He brushed off sand from his hands.

"Lily's beat us to it!" James gasped.

Sure enough, Grace's older, outgoing sister was talking with the Malfoy heir.

"I was just telling Scorpius about our new owl!" Lily told her family as they approached her and the young boy that resembled his father and grandfather to a T.

"Good afternoon, Potter family." The boy nodded respectively.

"We were making sand angels!" Grace informed him.

"Sand angels?" Scorpius cocked up an eyebrow. "Why on Earth would you bother doing such a ridiculous thing?"

"There's nothing wrong with sand angels!" James spat, even though he had just told his youngest sister that it was stupid.

"The idea's a bit silly really." Scorpius stuck his nose up. "But not at all surprising coming from the lot of you." He smirked and turned to meet up with his father who was for calling him.

"Well, that wasn't a nice thing to say!" Lily huffed.

"Malfoys are always a bit rude, darling. If you can get passed that, they aren't so bad." Papa said.

"Papa, lying is bad." Grace reminded him.

Her papa swept her up into his arms and kissed her cheek. "Sometimes it's good. But only when you know how to do it right."

"And you have to be Twenty Five years old before you can do it right!" Ginny added with a giggle.

None of her children believed a word of that.

Later, Scorpius came up to Grace who was working on a Sand Angel family. Albus was off gathering beach debris for her 'art', James and Lily were building a sand castle and their parents were watching them while they were talking grown up things.

"You know, now that I think of it, sand angels look sort of fun to do." He stood above her.

"Well, you crushed the brother!" Grace said, standing up and looking at the mess he made.

"Girls can't make boy sand angels." He told her bluntly. "Only boys can make boy sand angels."

"Albus can do it." She assured him.

"No, I can do it." He insisted.

"You don't know how though."

Scorpius rolled his eyes. "It's no different than a snow one." He lay down next to where she stood, squinting at the bright sunlight beating down on his sweaty face.

"You need water." Grace informed him when his angel disappeared as he stood up. "The sand has to be kind of wet."

"I knew that!" He said indignantly.

"Sorry." The girl bowed her head.

"Well, don't cry about it!" He demanded. "Help me get some water then!"

When they were finished with the Sand Angel family, Scorpius smiled. "There's the father, the mum, and three babies." He pointed to each one.

"You're the dad and I'm the mum." Grace told him.

Scorpius considered this, thinking it was slightly childish, but was happy enough to play along with the only kid that would talk to him without making fun of him. "Well, who are the babies then?"

Grace shrugged. "Albus can be one."

Scorpius wrinkled his nose. "No, let's just pretend they are their own people."

"Okay."

The Malfoy boy smiled down at the red headed girl. "Say, what's your name again?"

"Grace Potter."

"You are nicer than your sister and brothers." He noted. "You're nothing like what I heard."

"Yeah." She agreed. "Albus isn't so bad though."

"Albus is a big wimp!" Scorpius crossed his arms and scowled at the boy that looked much like his father.

"Don't call my brother names!" Grace scolded him. "It's not nice, you know."

The two stared at each other before Scorpius sighed. "Sorry." He muttered with narrowed eyes.

"Forgiven!" Grace giggled. "You look sort of funny when you wrinkle your face like that."

"Funny?!" He felt insulted.

"In a good way." Grace busied herself with adding a sun and clouds to the scene she was working on. "Like when Albus pouts to Mummy when he's in trouble. It's... kinda... cute."

"Scorpius!" A woman called for him.

"I have to leave now." The boy said. "I do hope I see you again soon, Grace."

"Me too! Bye!"

It was a time of innocence. Now, she wished she had never spoken to that boy.

As Dove opened her wet eyes, something nudged her hand, nipping it lightly. She smiled again. She didn't have to look to know who it was. Phineas; her companion. The one Scorpius got her for her sixteenth birthday.

That's why she felt so warm. Her phoenix sat next to her. He had the ability to cast his own sort of magic. And he knew she liked heat. He quietly chirped at Dove; giving her a cheerful greeting, likely knowing she needed a heart lift.

"When did you get here?" She whispered to him.

He stood up onto his tiny feet and flapped his wings. A couple stray feathers got tossed into the air. Dove watched them drift to the surface of the bed, landing on the midnight blue quilt that she was covered with.

"I missed you too." Last she had seen him was when he delivered Scorpius' letter.

"You're awake."

Dove looked up, her smile faded when their eyes met. Even though Phineas was still present and kept her warm physically, emotionally, she went ice cold.

"And Phineas has decided to join you." He glanced at the bird. "He was quite useful in sending you my letter. I found him circling the castle the day we took over. I captured him and when you disappeared, I figured he, of all creatures, would find you. So, I sent the letter off with him."

Dove didn't say anything. She busied herself with her companion, murmuring to him. His orange, pinkish feathers fluffed out as he pruned himself.

"You were asleep for a while." Scorpius informed her. "Three days, really."

Yes, that's what happens when you drain someone's blood to the point of exhaustion! She wanted to scream at him. Instead, she avoided his eyes.

"Do you remember anything about that nightmare you had the other night?"

Dove shook her head.

"Good." He said. "It must have been awful."

"Why?" She asked, watching her hand stroke the bird's feathers.

"You were balled up at my feet." She heard him snicker. "I was enjoying your reaction until I realized that you weren't entirely yourself. Pity really." Dove heard him take a few steps toward her before feeling the bed cave in a bit as he sat at the end of it. "I thought my punishment had worked for you."

Dove closed her eyes. God, she didn't want to go through that again. Which was worse? Being his whore or have him torture her to nearly death? She shuddered. It really did not matter. Soon, he would both rape and torture her. Maybe at the same time even. That thought brought a burning vomit up into her throat.

"So?" Scorpius asked.

"Wh-?" She coughed. Her throat felt like fire from the acid substance. She tried clearing it and winced at the scratchy feeling. "Mi-lk?" She sputtered a request to her evil captor.

"Of course." A goblet of milk instantly appeared before her, hovering in her reach.

"Th-a-nks." She said through a series of painful coughing. Even to Scorpius, she couldn't forget her manners.

Damn you! Dove cursed to herself. If you had not been so nice to him, none of this would have ever happened!

Oh, but she missed those days. When Scorpius was not a complete psycho. Sure, he had been a jerk to most people, especially to James. Her brother hadn't been completely innocent though and Dove even defended Scorpius a few times because of it.

He was gone now. The boy she loved... Gone. And she blamed herself for it. It really was all her fault. Why...? Why did I break up with him? Why couldn't I have just supported him more? He had not been nearly as bad as he was now.

What have I done? She asked herself. I have ruined him.

"Can you speak now?"

Dove nodded "I think so." She finished the milk. Merlin, she was hungry. She knew she was on the verge of starvation now, she couldn't allow herself to die though. She needed to help Papa and the rest of the Order members. However way that may be.

"I don't wish to have to repeat your punishment." Scorpius told her seriously. "I really don't want to hurt you, Dove."

Dove scoffed but said nothing. She would speak to him as little as she could- if he permitted it.

"Well, you'll be carrying my first child soon, so I will have to bottle my anger for the time being. There are other ways to get you to obey me though. I will not hesitate to use them."

He was warning her. Since he liked torturing, she could only guess that he planned on choosing a different target. She couldn't let that happen. Not after Shadana.

Dove nodded to let him know she understood what he meant.

"You can have the world, Love, all you need to do is listen to the God who controls it."

You mean the Devil! She wanted to spat.

Merlin... she really did have the Weasley tongue. Or at least the thoughts of one. She had to keep them to herself though. She had learned her lesson. She did not want those snakes around her again. He chose those on purpose. She feared snakes. She also didn't want to feel that slicing blade against her skin as she was being cut open like some animal in a butcher house.

And definitely... Definitely, not the blood. Not that disgusting, thick, sour smelling-

She didn't hold back the bile that time. She rolled over the side of the bed, wrenching up the milk she just drank.

She whimpered when she was finished. Her throat felt like it was on fire. Pain was one of her many weaknesses.

Why couldn't she be strong like James or Lily?

Or Papa?

Instead, she was some helpless damsel in distress, who was about ready to die because she couldn't keep a small cup of milk down.

She was so weak now. Her energy gone. That small amount of muscle use had drained her. If she could go to sleep, she would feel so much better. Yes, just a short nap will do.

As she went to shut her eyes, Dove noticed Scorpius was no longer in the room.
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