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Disclaimer: *Sniffle* Harry Potter and his wonderful
world do not belong to (Blows nose) Some of this popped out of my crazy
little brain, but if you recognize it, chances are that it belongs to J.K.
Rowling. *sob* I�m not getting paid for this, so
please don�t sue me or anything like that.

Warning:
There is rape and torture in about the first half of this chapter. It�s not particularly graphic, but its there
nonetheless. If that sort of thing makes
you squeamish or you find it offensive then I hope you�ll forgive me and skip
further down to avoid it. I don�t find
it particularly fun to right, but its part of the story and so its going to be
there to help us all understand just how fucked up Eris really is. May God have mercy on me for being a sick,
twisted puppy sometimes.

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Chapter 14: Love Potion #9

August 18^th, 1997 11:26p.m.

Eris stumbled to the floor as the portkey deposited them within Malfoy Manor. There was a gasp and Eris looked up to see
Narcissa Malfoy staring down at her.
�Eris, is that you?�

Eris nodded and got slowly to her
feet. �Yes, ma�am.�

She watched
as Mrs. Malfoy bowed to Voldemort and greeted her husband. The woman seemed quite flustered at that point. Lucius turned to sneer at her. �My lord,� he inquired softly.

Voldemort nodded and Eris gasped
as Lucius summoned her wand away.
Without so much as a blink of an eye, the bastard snapped it in
half. She felt tears threatening and
tried not to loose them. True, that wand
had been in her possession since she had been eight years old, but wands could
be replaced. Still, it made her feel
despair. Her wand was what she saw as
her ultimate protection. She�d never
been strong physically, never felt brave enough to dare using her body as a
weapon.

She felt
a hum of magic thrum through her then, elven magic. Her elven heritage was giving her the
equivalent of a firm shake. She might be
wandless, but she wasn�t magicless. She was still trapped within the wards of
Malfoy Manor, but at some point she would be in a position to let her elemental
powers set her free.

�Lucius, show Eris to her temporary rooms. The ceremony will be conducted tomorrow
night, after you have been introduced to your suitors, my dear.�

Eris held herself firmly in check,
refusing to tremble as she followed Lucius out of the entrance hall and through
the corridors to a guest suite. The
blond wizard opened the door and dragged her into an elegant sitting room. The man slammed the door shut behind them and
continued to pull her right into the bedroom.
He flung her to the floor and sneered down at her as he twirled his
wand.

�How I�ve longed to have you helpless and at
my mercy again.�

Eris felt her insides grow cold. She had hoped that Lucius would have been
ordered to leave her be, but the hope had been in vain. Rising to her feet slowly, she tried to
summon up a wind to hold Lucius away form herself. Her magic did not respond.

�Surprised,� Lucius purred. �This room was prepared especially for
you. You are no better than a Muggle
here.�

Eris stared at him dumbly for a moment. �What?�

�Did you think I was stupid, girl?� Lucius offered her a cruel smile. �Have you forgotten so soon that you didn�t
even draw your wand during your last little display?�

Eris froze. So this wasn�t just a magical dampening
field. It was attuned specifically to
her elven powers. �How could you know
how to do that?�

�Its no concern of yours, angel,� Lucius said
smoothly. He advanced toward her and
Eris retreated until her back was against the wall. Lucius grabbed her left arm in a vice grip
and began to drag her towards the bed.
�Two years, little Eris; two years you�ve been in favor and
untouchable. So much time to make up for
and only one night together.�

Eris tried to steel herself for
what she knew was coming. One thing she
had learned from watching Lucius over the years was that fighting him could
only make things worse, more violent.
Still, as soon as she was within a foot of the bed she felt a burst of
fire well up within her. She wrenched
her arm away and scurried out into the sitting room. Lucius followed her at a languid pace,
laughing coldly.

Eris began to search about the
room for any type of weapon possible, but no such mistake as that had been made
by Lucius Malfoy. �Trapped like a rat,
Eris? You�re certainly running about
like one.�

As Lucius
reached out for her again, Eris� arm seemed to jump out on its own accord. Time slowed down to a crawl and Eris watched
in horror as her small hand connected with Lucius� cheek with a sickening
�crack�. As time returned to normal,
Eris felt fearful tears begin to slip down her face. Lucius� cheek was an angry red and she knew
she would pay for striking him ten times over.

The blond�s hand snaked out to grip her around the neck. He pulled her to him until they were nearly
nose to nose and ghosted his lips across hers.
�You�ll pay for that, angel.�

Eris was flung to the floor once
again. Her head clipped the edge of the
coffee table, leaving her dazed. As she
struggled to right herself and clear her vision she caught sight of Lucius
aiming his wand at her. She knew what
was coming next.

�Crucio,� Lucius hissed.

Eris felt as though every fiber of
her being was on fire as she writhed on the carpet. Her mind was no longer in her control and she
felt her magic pushing outwards, searching for a release. In the tiny part of her brain that remained
sane she was certain that she would be disintegrated by her own enraged
power.

Eris was sure she could feel her
muscles splitting, her lungs bursting, and spine arching to a near snapping
point. Then the spell was gone. Air rushed into her chest and her whole body
was lost in tremors.

She felt herself being lifted into
Lucius� arms, but didn�t have the strength to fight again. She didn�t seem to have control over her
body. How long she had been under the
curse, she didn�t know, but the twitch that continued to push through her stole
her dexterity and strength.

�Little angel,� Lucius whispered in her ear
and he laid her on the bed. �Have you
learned you lesson? Will you make me do
that again?�

Eris whimpered and managed to
jerkily shake her head. How could she
fight? She had no magic and no
outstanding physical prowess. If she
continued to provoke Lucius she wouldn�t be granted the release of death, but
more torture.

She
clamped her eyes shut as Lucius began to disrobe. The man could get it over with in a moment
with a flick of his wand, but this was part of her torture. The slow, agonizing mind game that Lucius
always enjoyed in his cruel torture sessions.
She had not been forced to watch him during many of these events, but
even once was enough to know the way the man worked. Tricks.
A gentle caress quickly switched to harsh pinch or slash with a
knife. Reassuring words proven false on
the very first thrust. The man was a
monster who loved to have power over his victims� minds as well as their
bodies. At least the Muggles
had been allowed to die.

A painful
slap to her cheek brought her eyes quickly open. Lucius was glaring down at her, his outer
robes gone and the top half of his shirt unbuttoned. �You will keep your eyes open or I will be
forced to punish you further.�

Eris would have laughed if not for
the terror of seeing the man progress in his undressing. As though being forced to endure his touch
was not a punishment of its own. As
though rape was some sort of joy ride.

As the
man�s trousers slipped to the floor and she was faced by his arousal she had to
suppress another whimper. She hated her
weakness, hated her fear. Every inch of
his skin was smooth perfection, well muscled and toned. This is why she put no stock in beauty. This man, this single man, had made her
realize that not all beautiful things were good. Well-dressed flowers were often toxic and
jewel scaled snakes had venom in their fangs.
Men with handsome faces and kind voices could be rapists and sadists.

Lucius flicked his wand and Eris
felt her ankles and wrists instantly tied to the bed by bruising ropes. The wizard sat gracefully on the bed beside
her and trailed a finger along the neckline of her bridesmaid gown. �Such a pretty bit of satin, dear Discordia, but I�m afraid it will not remain so.�

The man
whispered a dark incantation and his wand began to glow with a strange, gray
light. As he let it drag gently along
her dress, slashes appeared in the satin.
He first cut across her shoulders and arms, pulling the material down to
reveal her brassier. Next, he trailed it
down the center in the front, as though he were splitting her in half. When this was done, he gave the fabric a
harsh tug, yanking it from beneath her and depositing it unceremoniously on the
floor. She had a strange moment where
she wanted to weep for the lifeless bit of burgundy satin that had made her
feel so beautiful only a short time ago.

Lucius fingered her hair for a
moment. �I see Draco has been toying
with your hair. I say, what proper man
does such things?�

Foolish anger surged through her
once more, leaping out her mouth before she thought to stop it. �He�s a better man than you could ever hope
to be.�

Lucius used his wand to slash the
pale skin above her right breast then.
She felt warm blood blossom along her chest and was quite sickened when
her tormentor leaned down to slide his tongue along the cut. �He would never have the stomach for such
actions.�

�No, but he�s not a soulless bastard now is
he?� Eris regretted her mouth once more
as Lucius leapt to his feet, brandishing his wand. In moments she was writhing beneath the Cruciatus Curse once more.
Screams tore out of her chest so loudly that her ears began to
ring. She tried to tell herself that it
could be worse.

Torture is better than rape.
Torture is better than rape.
Torture is better than
rape.

She knew that her mind was strong
enough to endure what he was allowed to do.
Lucius would be careful of his ministrations, no matter how painful they
may be. She could not be permanently
damaged. Her mind would recover from
torture. She knew from experience that
she could not say the same thing of rape.
If she could get him to keep it up long enough perhaps she would be too
out of sorts to even acknowledge him violating her body. Such hope was not meant to be given to
her. Perhaps her sins were too great.

The curse
ended and Lucius was suddenly on top of her.
He straddled her waist and regarded her coolly as he twirled his
wand. Like a painter measuring his
strokes, Lucius carefully began to make incisions on every part of her
body. Her undergarments were cast
carelessly aside after being shredded.

�One must be very careful to achieve the
desired effect, angel,� Lucius purred as he sliced along her abdomen. �The cuts must not be so deep as to bleed
profusely and yet deep enough to remain wet.
That way we will both be painted by the end and you will be neatly
repaired in the morning.�

Eris had the urge to be sick all
over the foul beast on top of her, but thought the bastard might actually enjoy
it. She sincerely hoped that Draco never
found out what a complete lunatic his father was. At least his mother was a sane and relatively
kind creature, even if her husband easily dominated her. But then, Eris was in no position to judge on
that front.

The
cutting stopped then and Lucius was leering down at her, running his hands
along her arms and spreading her blood.
Another flick of the wand and the ropes tightened, spreading her wide
open and completely helpless beneath the man.
�Our last time I couldn�t risk letting you scream. Now, there�s no one to hear who will help
you.�

One last
flick and three straps appeared across her chest, upper abdomen, and waist,
pinning her quite thoroughly to the bed.
Lucius lowered his body fully along hers and she felt the blood slipping
between then, causing her stomach to flip in disgust. He cast a lubrication charm and entered her
smoothly. She couldn�t help but wonder
what he was playing at as he gently nipped her neck and rocked into her with
slow, even thrusts. She clung to the
reminder that no matter how gentle he seemed at any given point in time it was
always part of the game, part of the deception.
Fear pulled at her as she waited to the moment when the games would come
full circle and the brutality would come again.
It would not be as painful as the cutting or the cursing, but the damage
to her mind could not be erased with potions or spells and physical wounds
could.

Lucius lowered his mouth to hers
and kissed her deeply. He pulled away
slightly and brushed the tip of his nose along the bridge of hers. �Sweet angel,� he said, settling deep within
her. �I can make you sing.�

Eris shuddered, but her body
barely moved it was bound so tightly to the bed. The time had come. Lucius moved to nip at her ear. She felt the tip of his wand press against
her side and closed her eyes, calling out for strength. She had fooled herself for a short time,
telling herself that torture was better than rape for as long as she could
stave him off. That wasn�t the truth of
it though. Rape was an artful torture
for Lucius. Rape was torture period.

Lucius traced the shell of her ear
with his tongue before hissing, �Crucio.�

_______________________________________________________________________

August 19^th, 1997 12:32p.m.

Eris� eyes fluttered open
slowly. The room was dim and her limbs
heavy, but she had the distinct feeling that the day was aging�just like she
had the feeling that someone was hovering near her. �Who�s there,� she called out hoarsely.

Narcissa
Malfoy came to the edge of the bed, wringing her hands. �I brought you some lunch. I got them to let you sleep this long, but
the Dark Lord wishes to speak with you soon, dear.�

Eris tested her limbs carefully and
quickly noted that she was now dressed in a white linen nightgown. No cuts appeared. No blood was present. Even the sheets were fresh. �Who...�

�Our Lord came in very early this morning and
healed you. He had me dress you and the
house elves changed the bed linens.�

�You saw,� Eris whispered softly.

Mrs. Malfoy nodded and Eris noted
that the woman�s jaw was clenched. �I
could hear you as well in the night. I
was so certain that he was going to go too far and drive you insane.�

�As though what he did do wasn�t going too
far,� Eris spat.

The older
witch paled. �Forgive me, Eris. I didn�t think before I spoke.�

Eris nodded slowly. She had always like Mrs. Malfoy even though
the woman could be quite snobbish at times.
She pitied her more than anything else, for being married to such a
monster. But then, Eris highly doubted
that Lucius treated his pureblooded wife in such horrific ways. �It�s all right, Mrs. Malfoy. I�m just feeling a bit testy.�

�Call me Narcissa, dear. You�ve taken care of my only child. Kept him safe when I could
not. For that I will wish forever
that I could save you from this.� The
elder witch snapped her fingers and a house elf appeared with elegant, blue
robes and new under things. �I can help
you dress and the Dark Lord wishes for me to do your hair.�

Eris nodded. She would not be difficult, would not get the
mother that Draco constantly worried about into any trouble. She rose stiffly from the bed and Narcissa
helped her to the bathroom where she took a long, hot shower that did not leave
her feeling clean. The elder witch some
how dressed her and dried her hair without touching her more than three
times. Eris knew that she was avoiding
the contact on purpose and was grateful.
She never wanted to be touched again if she could help it.

When Narcissa
was done Eris� long, black locks trailed free down her back in dainty
ringlets. The elder witch led her to the
sitting room where lunch for both of them was waiting. They sat in silence for a long time and then,
as Narcissa was sipping her tea, something unexpected happened. Eris was given a bit of hope.

�Your suitors were in residence last night,
dear. The Dark Lord will have them
present themselves after dinner, a few hours before the ceremony.� The witch took a deep breath. �Some of them are good boys, Eris. I�ve watched them since they were babies. I�ve seen the way their hearts pull them, the
paths they wish they could take.
Kindness has interesting affects on the right men, my dear. Be careful who you choose in all of this, but
know that Slytherins do not offer their assistance lightly.�

With
that, a house elf appeared to take the empty lunch tray and Narcissa swept from
the room. The Dark Lord appeared a
moment later and Eris rose shakily to her feet.
Healing or no, the tremors of multiple administrations of the Cruciatus Curse could not be easily thrown off. �Sit, child.
I know that you had to suffer last night and you will forgive me soon
enough once you�ve been bound in a more�loving relationship. Lucius knows that he is never to touch you
again.�

Eris sat quietly and let the
familiar words wash over her. It all
made so much sense suddenly, those events that had occurred two years ago. Here they all were playing out the parts once
again. Lucius in his favorite guise as
the vile rapist, Voldemort posing as the sainted protector, and she the blind
victim. Not this time. She would not allow Voldemort to convince her
again that he would save her. She would
not believe that he would protect her from anything if her pain would gain him
something. She allowed a faint smile and
a nod of acceptance to his words. Let
him believe that she would play along again.

�I do not expect you to attend dinner with the
rest of us, Eris, but your suitors will be coming to visit with you immediately
afterwards.� A strange light appeared in
the man�s red eyes. �I know they may not
be what you expected, but Severus will be here as an option and I open myself
to you as well. Simply choose the best
option the potion presents you with from the men I have selected.�

Eris nodded numbly. She didn�t know if she could believe that he
was willing to accept that she might bond with someone else. Perhaps he had only chosen men who he was
certain would not be options. However,
that would not explain Severus.
Voldemort knew that Severus was a strong wizard, knew that he was
already compatible in many ways with herself.
What would happen to her mentor if she chose him?

�Eris,� Voldemort called sharply. �Has anyone appeared as an option yet?�

Eris swallowed hard and tried to
judge how much of the truth she could allow.
She could not blatantly lie; the superb Legilimens before her would
immediately detect it. �No, but then no
one has a chance without the potion.�

The dark
wizard�s eyes narrowed dangerously. �And
why is that, my pet?�

Eris trembled. �I have a predestined mate.�

Voldemort regarded her coldly for
a moment. �And in your opinion will
Severus� potion be powerful enough to override this�attachment?�

�Yes,� Eris said softly. ��Predestined� is simply the easy way of
describing what I�ve found. In reality,
other matches are still available, but one outshines the rest by so much that I
notice no others. The potion broadens
the range and he is far away so it will not matter.�

�Excellent.�
Voldemort rose and motioned her to her feet. She stood before him trembling both from her
tattered nerve endings and from his proximity.
He enclosed her in a gentle embrace and trailed his fingers through her
hair. �I will not ask you who he is
because I wish for you to put him from your mind. You have nothing left to fear, sweet Eris. I promise you that your options are men who
will not harm you.�

The bastard pressed a kiss to her
forehead and swept from the room. Eris
went to shower once more, feeling soiled yet again. Never would she believe again that Voldemort
could be any form of savior to her. She
was convinced that he was determined to have her as his own and a life bonded
to him would be full of tortures that even Lucius could not imagine.

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7:00p.m.

Eris sat in a large armchair in
her prison disguised as a guest room.
She had dressed herself in black velvet robes and pulled her hair into a
plain French braid. Dressed as she was
she felt more powerful and controlled.
She had spent the time on her own testing out if any of her magic would
work within the dampening field. Her Occlumency was well intact and she hoped that this meant
her Legilimency was as well. She wasn�t certain if either would aid her
cause at any point in the evening, but she wasn�t going to look a gift horse in
the mouth.

A sharp knocking sounded from the
door and Eris rose, smoothing down the velvet robes and allowing the feel of
the material rubbing against her palms to calm her. She opened the door and was confronted by
Voldemort and four young men who appeared to be near her own age. She bowed her head slightly. It was the only bit of deference she would
give the monster before her and he would just have to be satisfied with that.

�Hello, dear one,� the dark wizard said with a
slight curl of his lips. She wasn�t
fooled. She saw the slight spark of
anger in his eyes. Obviously the bastard
was trying to play kind hearted and forgiving for his present audience. As if the screaming the night before wouldn�t
have convinced them otherwise.

�Hello,� she said softly and nodded slightly
to the four boys. �Would anyone like
tea? Mrs. Malfoy said I only had to call
for one of the elves if we needed anything.�

Voldemort stepped inside and
motioned the four boys to enter. �That
is an excellent idea, but why don�t you wait until after I�ve introduced your
guests. Then I will be leaving you to
discuss matters in private.�

�Of course,� Eris said softly. She used a servile tone to avoid sending her
crazed ex-master off the deep end, but she knew that the lacking �My Lord� was
driving him to distraction.

The boys
were all lined up beginning with a rather tall and lanky fellow who was eyeing
her in a way that made her want to hex him.
Was a boy who was a little above her height and rather round. He had a
rather nervous expression and kept looking at the boy beside him in a way that
made Eris thinking he was looking for reassurance. The boy beside him was a good four or five
inches taller than her and rather bulky in a muscular way. Neither of the middle boys seemed overly
bright in any way that could be discerned by outward appearances, but the
second one seemed more confident to be sure.
The final boy was a rather handsome, dark-skinned gentleman with warm
eyes�and he was glowing with a rich, buttercup aura. She knew instinctively that this aura was
different from the golden tones of mates, but she really had no idea what a
yellow aura was meant to signify. Still,
she suddenly believed more strongly in Narcissa�s
words of comfort from earlier that day.

When
Voldemort began to introduce the boys, he began with the tall and lanky one
that made Eris uncomfortable. �Eris,
this is Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Blaise Zabini. Gentlemen, this is Eris Potter. Now all of you take your tea and try and get
to know each other a bit before the ceremony.�

With that, Voldemort swept from
the room leaving Eris with four boys who were all now eyeing her with equal
parts confusion, suspicion, and interest.
�He didn�t bother to tell you who I really was before he coaxed you into
this, did he?�

Nott answered before any of the
others had a chance. �If you mean did he
tell us you�re related to Harry Potter, then no.�

Eris glared coldly at the boy for
a moment. �I�m not just related to
him. I�m Harry�s twin sister. Now, let�s get settled and call for tea. No point in the lot of us standing around
looking like idiots.�

Goyle
and Zabini both smiled slightly at her words. Crabbe looked
indecisive for some reason and Nott was giving her a disapproving look. The two house elves that brought in the tea
gave her sympathetic looks and proceed to kindly inform her that they brought
some biscuits and small sandwiches because she hadn�t eaten enough for
supper. Eris just smiled indulgently at
them. When the older house elf had
whispered to her that there were healing properties in her tea she had
struggled not to blush or cringe. She
simply gave the old boy a pat and sent him on his way.

�You like house elves then,� Zabini asked quietly.
His voice was low and smooth and she felt herself liking him more and
more as she looked at him. It was as
though something was clicking in her mind, like there was a place for
him�something she was supposed to help him with.

Eris nodded. �Very much, though their�enthusiasm does get
on my nerves sometimes. I was without
playmates my own age at my guardians and the elves let their children fill the
void in a fashion.�

�How so,� Zabini
queried further. �I�ve always
thought they were very secretive about their children.�

�True and I�m not really certain why it was
different for me,� Eris said slowly. It
felt very strange opening up like this.
She had only spoken to Harry about such things very briefly. She suspected that if it was one of the
others asking she would not have answered.
�I can only speculate that it had something to do with how interwoven
our families were. Two house elves of my
family married two house elves of my guardian�s family and when they began
having their children they put them in my care.�

�You have your own house elves then,� Nott
asked suddenly. His tone was steady and
conversational, but there was still a shrewd look in his eye. She decided things would be easier for them
all if she simply continued to answers truthfully as many of the questions as
she could.

�Technically there are two Potter house elves
that I currently share with my brother.
There is a third elf which was bonded to me alone by her mother when she
was born.� Eris took a sip of her tea. �Her name is Jelly and she belongs solely to
me. I imagine the other two elves will
probably stay with Harry.�

�What about there parents,� Crabbe said gruffly.
His voice was very low and he seemed a bit surprised at himself for
speaking. The others were eyeing him
strangely.

�They died,� Eris said curtly. That little tidbit still hurt and she would
gladly rip out Bellatrix Lestrange�s throat if she
thought she could manage it.

Everyone was quiet for a long time
then. They had already spent nearly and
hour talking before then and nearly another half-hour slowly drifted by and Eris
noticed that Goyle kept giving her a slightly hopeful
look and then fidgeting in his seat. Finally
he settled down and asked his question after a firm jab to the ribs by Zabini. �Miss
Potter, it was�er�mentioned that you�re an animagus, but they didn�t tell us what you turn into.�

Eris pursed her lips for a
moment. Of course, the damnable bastards
weren�t going to let the poor little suitors go into things without knowing her
secrets. �I assume that you�re
asking. I turn into a black mare, a
rather large Arabian to be exact.�

�Can we see it,� Crabbe
asked suddenly and Eris was a bit taken aback by his excited tone. She noticed that they all seemed very
interested and had to remind herself that these weren�t hardened Death
Eaters. They were probably being forced
just as much as she was�well all of them but Nott anyway. He seemed rather keen on the whole
thing. As for her animagus
form, she wasn�t sure she could manage it within the dampening field.

�Well�I don�t know if I can in here�and there
really isn�t enough space�and I��

Nott cut her off. �The field only stops your elven powers. You can take your form without a wand, can�t
you?�

Eris nodded and the boys all
jumped out of their seats and began to send the furniture to the sides of the
room with flicks of their wands. She
hopped out of her own chair just in time to avoid being sent shooting across
the room. There seemed to be enough
space then, but she still felt very apprehensive of showing them her form. It wasn�t something she did very often. The four boys were standing back and looking
at her expectantly.

She sighed and decided that at
least this way she would avoid a few more questions. She closed her eyes and willed the change to
begin. Immediately she felt as though
something was different, but shrugged it off as nerves from having gone so long
with out shifting. When the shift was
complete she heard four loud gasps and blinked open her large, widely spaced
eyes to see four gobsmacked expressions.

Zabini
stepped closer to her and she realized just how big she was. Something was not right. The boy reached up and gently ran a hand
along her neck. �Eris, are you sure
you�re supposed to be an Arabian?�

Eris bobbed her head and felt
something jostle on her back. Was
something sitting on her? Nott snorted
then. �Potter, you�re not an Arabian�I�m
not exactly sure what you are, but you look like an Abraxan
mare. You�re black mind you, but you
still have the form of an Abraxan.�

Eris whinnied and pawed the ground. She tried to look at herself a bit and
realized that she was positively immense.
She flared out her wings and Zabini jumped
back looking startled. The boy looked
thoughtful for a moment. �Eris, I have a
thought. Could you try and focus very hard
on what you thought your form was supposed to look like and shift again?�

Eris bobbed her head once more and
set about doing as he asked. Once the
picture was firmly in her mind, she began to change again. She felt herself shrink a bit and then gave Zabini what she hoped was an expectant look. The boy nodded. �Well, you�re definitely an Arabian now, but
you�re still a bit big. I would say you�re
almost 17 hands and if I remember correctly purebred Arabians aren�t supposed
to be much over 15.�

The boy
stepped forward and began to gently caress her head and neck. Eris� first desire was to jerk away, but
since he seemed to be examining her, she decided to leave it alone. Zabini seemed to
have a keen interest in horses.
�Everything else is properly shaped and proportioned. The height is really the only thing that
throws it off.�

Nott snorted again. �That and the fact that she still has green
eyes, or hadn�t you noticed? There�s
also the fact that true pureblooded Arabians of the original lines were hardly
ever black. A black horse doesn�t do so
well in the desert.�

Eris watched as Zabini rolled his eyes and leaned in close to her. �Don�t listen to him. You�re lovely. He�s just jealous that he hasn�t managed an animagus form and probably never will.� He looked back behind him and Eris noticed
that Goyle and Nott were arguing about something
while Crabbe watched them warily. �Listen closely, lovely. I�m sure you know what happens after they
give you the potion. Malfoy said that a
spell has to be spoken by Snape to put it fully into effect. Goyle and I have a
plan to get you out of this. Let Snape
give you the potion and then we�ve got a distraction planned. You transform into that wonderful Abraxan when the spells begin to fly and we�ll all be out
of here before they know what hit them. All right?�

Eris blinked a few times and
stared hard at the boy with one, large, green eye. Narcissa�s words
kept coming back to her and there was the fact that Zabini
had an aura. Albeit she didn�t know what
the aura meant, but she could sense that he wouldn�t hurt her. She nodded her narrow head and whinnied
loudly.

That was
when the door slammed open and Severus, Voldemort, and Lucius stepped
through. Voldemort did not seem pleased
that she had transformed. �What is going on here?!�

Eris quickly shifted back and did
her best to glare venomously at Snape while still sending a message of
confidence along their bond. She picked
up her tea cup and took a sip. �Hello,
Severus. Would you like some tea?�

Severus scowled and she watched as
the man glared at her other company.
�You were asked a question, Eris.�

Eris pouted, keeping as much
malice in her gaze as she could muster.
�Come now, Severus, its not as though I�ve been given the means to make
any poison here.�

He stalked towards her then and
her eyes went wide. She tried to remain
calm, tried to remind herself that this was SEVERUS and he would not hurt
her. It was a tough sell however, as she
still had no desire to be touched. As
Severus� hand snaked out to grab her arm she jumped away and put some distance
between them.

�Answer the question, Eris, or face the
consequences.� Severus� voice was low,
silky, and bone-chillingly dangerous. At
least two of the rooms other occupants believed that Severus had spent a
significant amount of time �teaching� her to be submissive. It wouldn�t do to let them think the man had
failed completely.

�They asked to see my animagus
form, that�s all.� Eris felt herself
begin to tremble as Lucius moved towards her, but Severus wrenched her to his
side. He was sneering down at her, but
she could feel him offering reassurance.
As she gazed into his eyes, she quickly employed her Legilimency
skills and Severus responded by shoving all pertinent information to the
forefront of his mind. The contact was
only a few moments, but it was enough.
It seemed she had two groups attempting her rescue.

�Next time, Eris, you will remember that your
impertinence will not be tolerated,� Severus hissed. Eris saw Lucius reaching for her, but Severus
gave him a cold look. �Lucius, you will,
of course, understand if I ask you to keep your hands off of that which does
not belong to you.�

Eris almost groaned as Zabini came to her rescue.
Weren�t Slytherins supposed to be quiet and cunning or something? �Professor Snape, if I�m not mistaken she
doesn�t belong to you yet either so perhaps you would like to refrain from
acting so possessive before the rest of us.�

Severus released her immediately
and advanced towards the boy. Eris was
frozen. She couldn�t do a thing without
implicating one of the two. Luckily (and
she would be damned before considering be grateful) Voldemort put a stop to
their pissing contest. �All of you will
be silent. Things will be decided soon
enough. Lucius, please entertain Eris
while I speak with her suitors.�

Panicked welled up from the very
pit of her soul. As she watched the
others walk from the room, something pushed open in her mind. It was the same feeling that one could get
from watching a window flung open, startling birds. And then she felt it�a rush of fear and
frustration not her own. Harry. Harry had barreled his way into her mind just
in time to witness whatever new form of torture Lucius could come up with
today. If ever there was a god, Muggle
or otherwise, her poor brother would not witness yet another violation of her
body. But then, she�d never been a being
of faith.

�Angel, you�ve been rude to your guests I
think,� Lucius said coolly as he advanced towards her. �I think that dear Severus overestimates the
control he has gained over you. If he
had been doing his job properly you never would have run in the first place.�

Eris snarled. She would not let Harry see her being
weak. �If you had any control over your
bitch of a sister-in-law I wouldn�t have had cause to defect!�

Lucius sneered a slapped her. �You don�t fool me, little angel. In your heart, in the very core of your
being, you�ve never had what it takes to be one of us.�

He gripped her around the neck and
leaned in for a brutal kiss. When he
pulled back he leaned around to hiss in her ear, �Never fear. Once you have been given a master you will no
longer have to struggle to allow the darkness into your soul.�

�And as Severus said before,� came the voice
of Voldemort from the door way, �You will not be that master. Now release her before your other guests
decide that you are of a mind to deprive them of their prize.�

Lucius gave her a violent shove
and Eris allowed herself to fall to the floor.
She could feel Harry�s anger.
Sending her brother a desperate plea for him to retreat from her mind,
Eris glared at Lucius� retreating back.
She rose slowly to her feet, willing her heart to slow itself, and
breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed leaving her alone with
Voldemort.

The dark
wizard eyed her speculatively. �I will
not lie to you, Eris, I plan to try and claim you for myself. �

Eris did not allow herself to
appear shocked. She had known for a long
time that the man was too power hungry to simply leave her in the hands of
another. �I see.�

�Do you really,� he asked with a smirk. �Do you see that those�children outside the
door can not protect you as I can? I
promise you that when you are mine I will share you with no one. Lucius will not dare to touch you if you are
bound to me. I can not say if the others
would allow him access to you or not, though it would seem fair to assume that
Severus would rather gut the man than permit him to look at you.�

Eris let her chin slip up as she
stood proudly, still fighting to shove Harry from her mind. �One could never know what he might
allow�with time.�

Voldemort glided across the room
and cupped her cheek. �You must have
made quite the impression on Severus if he so fiercely desires you for
himself.�

Eris felt a blush stain her cheeks
as she thought of the few kisses she had shared with the potions master. Harry was not pleased, but there were bigger
things at hand. Voldemort chuckled. �Well, perhaps Severus has made an impression
on you as well. Tell me, would you be
more loyal if you were his? Would you
serve me again if I gave you to him?�

Eris was suddenly quite glad for
Harry�s presence. He raised such a fuss
in her mind that it actually caused her pain.
She cried out and clutched her head.
�Stop!
Just stop!�

�Are you crying out to me or to your brother,�
Voldemort hissed. �Is he the thing you
have come to hold so dear? This insolent
brat who breaks into your mind, to whom you cannot tell your secrets?�

�He loves me,� Eris cried.

�He pities you,� Voldemort spat. Suddenly Eris found herself trapped in the
wizard�s arms. �I�ll have you no matter
what the end of this night. I can break
into your mind as easily as I ever did your brother�s. Your night with Lucius was nothing compared
to the dreams I will give you.�

With a
wave of his wand, Voldemort set the room to rights and then flung her in that
armchair. He flung open the sitting room
door and motioned the four boys back in.
Severus was dismissed. It was
time to see if anyone could give Eris a miracle.

______________________________________________________________________

9:45p.m.

Eris stood before Voldemort�s throne flanked by four young men, two of whom,
at least, that she was trusting with her future. As the clearing filled with Death Eaters,
Eris let her eyes settle on her mentor.
She let his dark, glittering gaze fill her mind and an odd calm settled
over her. Zabini
and Goyle pressed close to her as the Dark Lord began
to speak.

�My faithful, Eris Potter is once again in our
possession and tonight she will be bonded to one of our own.�

A murmuring broke out in the crowd
and Eris heard a voice she had come to know too well as of late. The voice of a witch whom she fully intended
to kill some day, Merlin willing. �My
Lord, she is not worthy of your mercy!�

�Silence!� The crazed wizard before her was
enraged. Eris wondered briefly if
Voldemort would ever just kill that bitch Bellatrix and save her the trouble. �We will control this power, and through the
girl will come Potter�s downfall.
Severus, administer the potion and cast the spell.�

Severus stepped forward
swiftly. Eris held his gaze as he
uncorked the vial and grasped her chin.
When he pressed the vial to her lips she opened her mouth without the
slightest show of protest, but she sent a surge of confidence through their
bond. He stepped back and drew his
wand. Eris braced herself, wondering if
she would be able to keep herself in check if he did indeed have to cast the
spell before help came. She could
already feel warmth spreading through her, a desire. Then she saw a spell hit her mentor, though
no one had spoken a word.

Suddenly it was as though someone
had loosed rampaging hippogriffs in the clearing. Zabini grabbed her
arm and shouted, �Now!�

Hexes began to fly all around
her. She saw Severus struggling to
regain control of his faculties. Death
Eaters were closing in around them and Eris saw Nott aim his wand at Goyle. Praying that
her elven powers would answer her, she flung out her hand and called upon the
wind. The boy flew backwards along with
the twenty Death Eaters behind him. She
did the same on her other side, knocking everyone back. That was when Lucius and Voldemort began to
make their way towards them

�Eris, transform,� Zabini
yelled.

�Mount as soon as I�m done,� she cried
back. �The Abraxan
should be able to stand all three of you.�

The boys
nodded and Eris flung out one last violent gust before transforming. She felt power surge through her and several
stunners bounced right off of her. She
made a mental note to speak with Lupin about that. She had not been aware that Abraxans were so well protected.

Zabini
leapt onto her back, followed closely by Goyle, but
when Crabbe was about to mount
Lucius cast a Killing Curse at Goyle�s turned back.
Eris would have screamed if she was able and watched in horror as Grabbe threw himself in front of the curse. Eris was not going to stick around to let
another one of the boys die. She
thundered away, trampling any Death Eater dumb enough to get caught in her
path. She darted through the trees
keeping her wings up and back to shield the two boys astride her. The thick trees seemed to go on forever and
she had no real idea of which way to go.
Then a small wolf darted out in front of her causing her to skid to a
halt. A very familiar
wolf.

Miss Roslyn shifted back and
looked very startled. Eris bucked a bit
to signal the two boys to dismount. They
slid off and she quickly shifted back to her original form. She flung herself into Miss Roslyn�s
arms. �Ros! Oh thank
Merlin.�

�Who are these two,� Miss Roslyn asked
suspiciously as three more creatures joined her and shifted into�elves.

Eris gaped for a moment and then
pulled herself together. �They helped me. Listen, we need to get out of here. Severus managed to maintain his cover thanks
to these two, but it won�t last for long if he comes upon us and has to help
again.�

�Right,� Miss Roslyn said with a nod. �We�re going to have to do and Apparition
Circle. The
elves can�t Apparate.
Everyone join hands quickly and focus on Eris. Can you get us there?�

�Yes, but we have to hurry. The potion is really kicking in.� Eris felt hot all over. When the female elf took her hand she had to
slam her eyes shut and brutally will her mind to focus on Grimmauld Place, lest she jump
the poor thing. It was ridiculous!

As they
all began to Apparate she felt Goyle,
Zabini, and Miss Roslyn carrying the three elves and
she forced the image of Grimmauld
Place�s front steps into their minds. In an instant they were gone from the
forest. In a blink she was meant to be
safe. Now she only hoped that Severus
would be so lucky.

_______________________________________________________________________

Severus stumbled to his feet, his
vision a bit clearer, but his head still felt fuzzy. Voldemort came to his side. �Severus, you must get back immediately and
remain at her side. We will have another
opportunity.�

Severus nodded and began to focus on his
desired Apparition point. He felt as
though he was floating in warm water and very much hoped that the hex would
wear off soon. If anything, Apparating would burn off a bit of the spell. He felt himself being compressed, squeezed
tiny only to be released again with a pop.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark corner of Knockturn Alley.

�Damn,� Severus spat, grabbing for a wall as
his head began to spin. �This might take
a while.�

____________________________________________________________________

Remus leapt up from his seat by
the fire when he heard the front door of Grimmauld Place crashed
open. He rushed for the entrance with
Harry, Draco, Sirius, and Ginny close on his heels. They all stopped dead as they watched Roslyn
and the elves haul in Eris and two boys that Remus recognized from his year
teaching as Blaise Zabini and Gregory Goyle. Neither Harry
nor Draco seemed particularly pleased to see the pair.

�What the bloody hell are you doing here,�
Harry shouted.

Eris whimpered and fell to her
feet. Harry, Draco and Sirius all moved
to go to her, but Remus was surprised to see Blaise and Gregory jump in front
of her. Blaise had his wand drawn. �Don�t touch her! Just leave her be a moment.�

Remus moved forward slowly. �She�s taken the potion then, Blaise?�

The boy
nodded. �Snape gave it to her�but�but
she seemed to think that he��

�That he was on her side?� The boy nodded and Remus smiled. �He�s her mentor. Do you know what that means?�

The two Slytherin
boys gave him twin glares. It was Blaise
who spoke again. �Elven mentor or Death
Eater mentor, because I can assure you that the second is not something that
should be tolerated.�

�He�s her elven mentor. Roslyn, where is Severus,� Remus asked softly
while keeping a worried eye on Eris. The
three elves were hovering around the girl, but refraining from touching her.

�He told us not to wait for him. Eris seemed to think he would be safe.� Roslyn gave Eris a speculative look. �I hope he gets here soon. He�ll know how to deal with this.�

Eris whimpered again and Remus
decided that out of everyone in the room he was probably the least likely to
affect the girl. He quickly bent down
and pulled the girl up into his arms.
�Eris, its Remus. Are you in any
pain?�

Remus looked over to Draco and was
about to ask him if Severus had mentioned any side affects that could arise
from the potion if the completion spell was not cast, but he encountered a
slight problem. Eris chose that exact
moment to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. He tried to gasp and pull away, but Eris
simply took the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth. Remus didn�t know what to do. He couldn�t just drop her, not after the two
days she�d just had. He was terribly
distressed at how nice it felt and clung desperately to the thought that Eris
was his goddaughter.

Remus was utterly frozen in
shock. He was too shocked to see the
slightly jealous looks he was receiving from two of the halls occupants. He was to shocked to
see Sirius looking like he�d rip his throat out if he could managed. But most importantly, he didn�t see Tonks
walk into the hall�at least not until she let loose a strangled sob.

Tonks� distress seemed to snap
Eris out of her haze for a moment as well and Remus was able to set her back on
her own feet. He saw tears fill Tonks�
eyes and was torn as to what exactly to do.
She knew what the potion was going to do to Eris. Did she really think he�d kissed the girl on
purpose? The Metamorphmagus
finally shot him a helpless look and sprinted from the room. This seemed to break the spell of indecision
he was under and he tore off after her.
He just hoped that someone else would be able to keep things under
control while he was gone. Not that he�d
done a very good job of it mind you.

_____________________________________________________________________

Sirius watched with no small
amount of guilty satisfaction as Remus ran out of the room. Harry and Draco were quite busy arguing with
the rest of Eris� contingent and he took the opportunity to go to the girl�s
side. Despite a strong desire to reprise
Remus� resent snogging session with Eris, Sirius
refrained from touching the young witch.
It seemed that physical contact was what had triggered Eris� �assault�
of Remus and he didn�t want to give the girl any more reason to avoid him more
than she already was. �Eris, is there
anything we can do to help you?�

The girl lifted her wide green
eyes and he saw that they were still a bit glazed. �I don�t know. I need Severus. He�ll know what to do.�

Sirius held back a scathing
retort. Needing Snivellus
indeed. What a poor position for the
girl to be in. �Is there anything we can do for you? Should we place you somewhere by
yourself? Should we leave you alone with
the girls?�

Eris shook her head. �It doesn�t make any difference. The girls are having the same affect.�

�Why don�t we go into the other room and you
can sit by the fire,� Sirius said softly.
Harry and Draco were beginning to get a bit loud in their questioning of
the other two boys present. �You need to
get away from all this arguing.�

�Alright.� Eris began to walk forward and Sirius let his
hand hover just behind her back. As they
entered into the sitting room Eris stumbled a bit and grabbed onto his arm. She looked up into his eyes again and he saw
not the glazed look which she had given Remus, but a look of intense longing
and sadness. �Sirius, I��

He couldn�t help it anymore, he
had to kiss her. It didn�t help that she
was gently pulling him closer and moving into his embrace. Sirius knew that he should push her away and
spare them both the later embarrassment.
There was just no helping it.
Eris� thrall was too much to resist.
He took her into his arms and lowered his lips to hers, kissing her
softly at first, until she became more insistent. He vaguely registered the sound of Hermione
rushing from the room.

As he fell deeper under the spell
of Eris� gentle fingers running through his hair and her soft mouth pressing
against his, another sensation began. It
was like tiny bolts of electricity were skittering along every inch of his
body, but it was not an unpleasant feeling.
Eris� kisses grew more urgent and the electric feeling transformed into
something that could only be described in terms of waves crashing against the
shore. Wave after wave of some unnamable
power fell against him and then washed over his skin. Even in his fog of lust and desire, he began
to recognize it as Eris� magic enveloping him and calling to his own. The first portion of the bonding process was
beginning and Sirius knew that if he couldn�t get her to stop there would be no
turning back. She would be his, and vice
versa, until their dying day. Nevertheless,
that didn�t stop him from nearly flinging Roslyn Green halfway across the room
when she tried to pull the girl away.

�Black, you have to stop,� the witch cried
from where she was now lying a few feet away.

Harry and Draco made a move to
come in next, but Eris flung then back with a gust of wind without even turning
to look at them. Naiya
stepped forward and Sirius immediately felt threatened. He shoved Eris behind him and drew his
wand. He could hear Eris practically
hissing behind him. Tahdei
stepped forward slowly and drew the younger elf back. �We can do nothing without causing either
ourselves or them harm. We need her
mentor.�

Sirius pulled Eris back into his
arms and proceeded to drop tiny kisses about her face and neck. Just as he felt the girl�s magic begin to
wrap around him once more, a furious and all too familiar voice cut through the
air. �What the hell do you think you are
doing, Black!�
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