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Lucius
Shows His True Colors.
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Thuban
wrinkled his face as he looked around the Burrow. This was an okay place to have a short visit
but his parents were nutters for having them stay the
night. Why couldn’t his grandparents have come to
Black Hall? Everything in this house is rubbish.
If you could call it a house, the elves quarters at the Manor were
bigger than this place. He sat on
the sofa and patted a pillow. Will at least it’s
nice.
“I
want to come with you, Daddy. I’ll be good. Please,
Daddy. Please!” Serpens pleaded as he
cried into Draco’s chest.
Cam's
pleas mirrored those of his younger sibling. only he
was appealing to their mother. Molly
stood in between the two trying to help comfort the boys. Arthur placed a sleeping Leo in a cot and
then approached his oldest grandson.
“I’ve
been looking forward to your visit. I’m skiving off work today.
What would you like to do first?
Collect potion ingredients from the pond or from the field. If we’re lucky we may be able to sneak off to
Fred and George’s shop.”
The
little wizard screwed up his face in disbelief.
“You’ll
have a wonderful visit if you give it a chance, Thuban. Haven’t you always enjoyed it here?” The boy nodded. “And you’ve enjoyed the times your grandma
and I watched you overnight at Black Hall?”
The boy nodded again. “Then what
is the problem?”
“You
have a ghoul. I don’t
like them. They’re best friends with
Boggarts.”
“Oh. I see.
Well, I’m quite proficient at fighting
Boggarts. Besides, our ghoul hasn’t any friends.”
Thuban
tried to give his grandpa a smile but could not. He understood his parents needed to entertain
important business clients from Spain because they had canceled their
trip. However, he and his siblings didn’t need to be left in this strange house. Aunt Pansy and Uncle Blaise had offered to
watch them. Serpens'
and Cam’s tears ended when Uncle Charlie entered the house with a baby Horntail
in a glass cage.
“Thuban,
why don’t you join your brothers outside?
Your uncle is going to let the dragon out,” Ginny said with great
enthusiasm.
Tears
flowed freely down the boy’s face as he pleaded,
“Please don’t leave us here, Mummy. I
want to go home.”
Draco
scooped the boy up. “Listen, mate. Try it for me, please. I promise you’re safe here.”
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Thuban
sat in Ron’s room looking at photo albums.
He giggled when he turned the page.
“You all looked so funny. Your
hair is in your eyes.”
“Laugh
all you want little man. Your father’s hair
was like that too,” Ron said before going to his cupboard and removing a box.
Thuban
turned to the Slytherin pictures in the Hogwarts’ book and laughed at his
father. When he reached the section
containing pictures of Quidditch teams, he watched them closely. The Slytherin and Gryffindor Seekers were
racing for the Snitch. Thuban instantly
saw the long red hair of his mother and smiled at her, while doing so he saw
the Slytherin Seeker kick her.
“That
Slytherin prat kicked my mum!” He looked
up at his Uncle Ron. “I bet my daddy
kicked his butt for doing that.”
Ron
chuckled, “Take a good look at that prat, Thuban.”
He
looked back down at the picture to see his father flying around with the snitch
in his hand and once again pushing and kicking Ginny away.
“What
a great bullying git! No wonder Mummy
gets so upset when we behave like that.”
He gave his uncle a bewildered look.
“How old were they? He’s not mean
to her now.”
“Malfoy… I mean your dad,” Ron still had a hard time spitting
that out, the idea that his nephews were Malfoy’s
sons was still hard for him to acknowledge, “was fifteen. Your mum was fourteen.” Ron looked closely into the little wizard’s
eyes. “So, you’ve never seen your daddy
hit or kick your mummy? Never seen
bruises on her she can’t explain?”
“Nope,
they don’t hit each other. They’ve never drawn wands on each other either. Uncle Greg and Aunt Lav
did that once. Both Daddy and Mummy
yelled at them and we didn’t visit for a long, long time.” He raised his brow to his uncle. “She had bruises a couple days ago and she
blushed when I asked her about them.”
“Really? Where were they?”
“I
think she had charmed them or something.
Because I didn’t see them when we first started
swimming but they showed up later. She had
a couple little ones on the left side of her neck and she had four on each side
of the back of her hips and one on each side of the front of her hips. Like someone was holding her really tight on
the side of each hip.”
Ron
growled and shook his head to remove the images. He knew how those marks had likely gotten on
his sister. He often caused the same
bruising on Luna’s hips during extremely hot rides. He stammered and his face turned as red as
his hair, “Well, I don’t think those were anything to worry about.”
Thuban
shrugged his shoulders and looked back at the book. “Uncle Blaise called them love marks. But I didn’t know why.”
Talking
about his sister’s sex life was one thing Ron didn’t
have planned for the evening even if Thuban didn’t understand the secrets he
was sharing. So he handed the little
wizard another album. As Thuban turned
the page an old newspaper-clipping fell on the floor, he scooped it up and laughed
louder. “You look really funny in
Egyptian clothing.” He paused, “Hey, this
rat looks like the one that bit me.”
Ron,
who had been busy packing his things, turned to the boy. “What did you say?”
Thuban
showed Ron the clipping and pointed at Scabbers. “This rat looks a lot like the one that bit
me. See?” the little
wizard pointed to his ear.
Fear
instantly ran through Ron. Was he hearing the boy, right? Was Wormtail still
alive? If he was, what was he doing
around his nephew.
Ginny is in danger! His fear caused him to lunge at the boy
grabbing his shoulders. “Where did you
see my old rat?”
His
uncle’s tone puzzled Thuban, scaring him.
Ron
shook him slightly trying to break his state of shock. “Where did you see him?” his tone was very
agitated due to his great fear for his sister’s well being.
The
ghoul in the attic’s timing couldn’t have been
worse. It decided to start throwing
things. Absolute terror filled Thuban's
eyes. Seeing this, Ron calmed himself
and released the boy. The little wizard
ran to the door and then down the stairs.
He rubbed the coin in his pocket screaming. “Grandfather, I need
you. Help me! Help me!”
Hearing
this, Molly and Arthur came to the stairway.
Thuban tried to run though them but was scooped up
by Arthur.
“Don’t
let him get me! Let me go!” Thuban screamed over and
over.
Ron
reached the bottom of the stairs shortly after his nephew. Chaos rang through the front room of the
Burrow.
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The
coin in Lucius’ pocket vibrated. He
quickly excused himself from his business dinner. Once outside the room
he Apparated to a location close to Thuban and found himself standing outside
the Weasley's home.
The thought crossed his mind that his eldest grandson was merely
displeased with being in the shack his mother’s family called a home. However, the anguished screams of the boy
started his feet toward the door.
Lucius
quickly checked the building for wards and only found a simply one which he
removed. He pointed his wand at the door
and it flew open. Surprised by this,
Arthur loosened his hold and Thuban fled to Lucius.
The
blond boy jumped into his grandfather’s arms.
Lucius held his grandson on his hip and kept his wand pointed at the
Weasleys.
“Put
your wand down, Malfoy,” Arthur calmly said.
Lucius
lowered it although he watched them closely.
“What's
going on, Ron?” Arthur asked.
Ron
handed the old clipping to his father and spoke calmly although his fear was
clear. “Thuban said he saw Pettigrew.”
Molly
gasped.
Lucius
pocketed his wand, drew the boy closer to his chest and mumbled, “Wormtail’s alive?”
“Ron?”
Arthur questioned.
“He
saw the picture of us in Egypt, pointed at Scabbers and said that he bit his
ear.” Ron pointed at the scab on
Thuban’s ear.
“I
didn’t take your pet. I didn’t do
anything wrong!” Thuban looked at
Lucius. “Uncle Ron tried to hurt me,
Grandfather. Take me home.”
“I
reacted wrong. I shouldn’t
have grabbed you or shook you. Thuban, he’s not my pet. He
is a very dangerous wizard.”
“He’s
an animagus,” Thuban sadly stated. “I should have known. That’s why he squeaked when I talked about
the poison potion.” He cuddled into
Lucius’ chest. “I’m sorry, Grandfather.”
The
blond wizard hugged the boy and kissed his forehead. “You’ve done nothing wrong. Grown wizards are fooled
by animagi all the time. When and where
did you see this rat?”
“I
saw him a number of times last week. He
was always around Mummy and Daddy’s chambers.
Sunday, he bit my ear and I threw him out the window.”
“Thank
you, Thuban. I must get this news to
your parents.” Lucius tried to place the
boy on the floor.
“I
want to come with you.” Thuban held on
tight. “I don’t like it here.”
“Have
they been unkind to you or your brothers?” Lucius asked.
“No”
“You
must stay, Thuban. It is what your
parents wish.”
“But
I want to go with you, Grandfather.”
“I
would like to take you with me. However,
it is not possible at this time.” Lucius
kissed the little boy on both of his cheeks.
“I love you, Thuban. Be a good
boy and remain with your mother’s family.”
“If
I must,” Thuban replied and released his hold.
Charlie
walked in from the kitchen with Cam and Serpens. The boys ran to Lucius. “What’s going on, Dad?”
“Thuban
has seen Scabbers nosing around Black Hall,” Ron calmly stated.
“Damn,”
Charlie whispered.
“We
all have some planning to do,” Lucius said before he kissed the foreheads of
Cam and Serpens giving them a whispered, “I love you.” As he turned to the door, he spotted the cot
where Leo lay and presented the same gifts to his youngest grandson before
leaving the small house.
Molly’s
eyes watered as she watched the actions of the former Death Eater. How
could a man who killed and tortured so many people feel an emotion like
“LOVE”? Moreover, what possessed him to
show such sentiment in front of them?
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“No,
I will not remain locked up in this house.
I’m a capable witch. Plus with the bodyguards you and Lucius have
watching me, no one could get within three meters,” Ginny folded her arms in front of her
chest and snapped at her husband.
“Ginevra,”
Draco growled back. “I’m not asking you
to remain locked up. I merely feel for
the boys safety and your own, you should stay in here
for the next couple of days. If Wormtail did come here, then there are other Death Eaters
alive with whom he is working. I’m sure
they are after you.”
“Maybe
it's you they are after, Draco. Maybe
they’ve learned that you helped kill Voldemort and
they want you,” she fired back.
“Wormtail was at the final battle. He’s known for years
that Father and I caused his downfall.
It’s not me they are after, Love. It’s you or it’s the boys or it's all of
you.”
“He’s
right, Ginny,” Charlie added before handing Molly a cup of tea and sitting next
to her.
“Maybe
he just found help!” Ginny spouted.
“If
they are after Draco you’re still in more danger than him.” Ron walked over to his sister and placed his
arm around her. “We’re talking about
Death Eaters, Ginny. The Prophet has
been showing the wizarding world that Malfoy’s deeply
in love with you.” Ron stiffened at his
own words, “Death Eaters destroy what you love before kill…”
“Enough!”
Draco shouted as he noticed both women starting to go pale.
The
same thoughts ran through both Molly and Ginny’s minds. At the end of the second war, details of how
Death Eaters tortured and then killed the children and wives of wizards they
viewed as traitors were very extensive.
Many ex-Death Eaters remained in St. Mungo’s
having been driven insane by being forced to witness the suffering of their
families.
Draco
quickly slipped his arms around Ginny and kissed her forehead. “Don’t let your mind take you there, Gin.”
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The
kitchen at number twelve Grimmauld Place was alive with noise once again. Professor McGonagall sat at the head of the table
around which sat Remus, Ron, Arthur, Molly, Bill, a couple of aurors, Hermione, Ginny, Draco, Narcissa, Lucius and
Snape. Behind her hang a portrait of Albus Dumbledore.
All talking ceased when Charlie entered the room with a Daily Prophet in
his hand.
“Alecto
and Amycus Carrow were spotted outside of Godric’s Hollow two days ago,” Charlie said. “Professor Snape, would Pettigrew work with
them?”
“We
believed that they and Wormtail were consumed by the
fire in the woods during the final battle.
Now I’m sure they have been together all along,” Lucius stated.
“Then
why would they come out now?” Ron asked.
“Likely
Bellatrix called them,” Lucius added.
“Why
would they help her with her plans?” Ron questioned.
“Because
they believe in the prophecies,” Snape answered.
“You
can’t be talking about the silly statement made at Ginny’s naming?” Bill
inquired.
“Ah,
I remember that day well. Sybill was in
good form. ‘She
is a special witch. She will have powers greater than most. She
will be fortunate enough to marry her soul mate and her many sons will be the
leaders of our world.’” Dumbledore’s portrait stated ending with a wink in
Ginny’s direction.
“You believe it then?” Charlie questioned.
“I do not believe in prophecies.
Divination is an art form not a science.
Many wizards have made prophecies come true because they believed
them. Tom Riddle made Harry Potter his
rival by his actions at the same time giving Harry the power to defeat him
twice. Tom made this mistake again after
he pulled this prophecy from the memory of an auror. ‘Only two can stop the rise of the Dark Lord. One is born of his enemy at the end of
July. The other is born as the summer
begins. He will be the only child and
son of one of his closest followers and the only nephew of another.’ He believed this to be about Draco and Harry
and set out to kill Draco. By doing so,
he turned Lucius against him, which led to his final defeat.” Dumbledore’s portrait smiled at the
group.
“So,
the Dark Lord caused his own downfall. What does that have to do with the prophecy
made at Ginny’s naming?” Ron asked.
“Peter, Alecto and Amycus believe prophecies and the one made at
your sister’s naming is only one of four that they believe is about Ginny. The
second that many know is, ‘She will be the seventh child and only daughter. She will be the first witch born in her
family for seven generations. She will
marry her soul mate and their sons will have powers like no others. They will lead our world into a thousand
years of light.’ For years, Tom believed
both prophecies were about Ginny and Harry.
These prophecies were the reason many wanted Draco and Ginny to unite,
some believing they were stopping the prophecies.
Although
a few knew of two other prophecies and they believed they
were fulfilling them. Many years ago
before the defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald,
Cassandra Trelawney made these prophecies: ‘For seven generations, each
generation of his house will have only one child, a son. His blood is the purest. His family is of nobles. He will stop a war and take no credit. He will marry below him in the eyes of
many. Her family is poor but her blood
as pure as his.
She is the seventh child and only witch born to her family in seven
generations. Their second son will be
the heir of his paternal grandmother’s house, he will
have powers that no other wizard can equal.’
‘Two
rivaling families will be joined by a forced marriage. The sons of this union will rule our
world.’” The portrait paused.
“Bellatrix
believes those to be about Ginevra and Draco,” Narcissa stated flatly. “That is why she wants Cygnus.”
“She’ll
never get my Cam!” Ginny vowed. “He has
seen her for who she really is.”
“We
will not lose Cygnus to anyone,” Narcissa added.
“If
Bellatrix and the others knew of those prophecies earlier why did they wait
until now to act?” Hermione asked.
“They
believed that Ginevra had little to do with raising the children and
influencing their views. To put it
simply, they thought the boys would deem purity of blood about all else. However, the Daily Prophet is now showing a
different story. I presume they want to
eliminate Ginevra from the children’s lives so she does not make them…” Lucius
paused searching for the right words.
“Their
afraid they will become Muggle loving Malfoys,” Charlie spat.
“For lack of better words, yes.”
Lucius nodded.
“You
would like that wouldn’t you? Getting us
out of the way, so you could influence them again,” Arthur hissed.
“I
want for nothing more than my son and grandsons to be happy. Without Ginevra, they will have no
happiness. I will give my life to keep
her safe,” Lucius replied.
“We
can protect our own, thank you very much,” Bill hissed.
Lucius
smirked, “Well, that’s a rub isn’t it.
Because your own are my own also.”
“Thank
Merlin, we agree,” McGonagall interjected.
“We need to keep Ginny and the boys safe until
those three Death Eaters are caught. You
need to change any plans you had for the week, Draco and Ginny. Pettigrew likely heard them.” She turned to Lucius. “I believe you should let Bellatrix know that
your son his learned about Pettigrew, Lucius.
I’m sure she already knows of him and maybe helping them.”
“Should
we try to set a trap for Bellatrix?” Hermione asked.
“She
is too wise a witch. It’s best to watch
her closely,” McGonagall said.
“Professor
McGonagall,” Draco started. “I have a
feeling that whoever killed Harry is behind all of this.”
“I
have the same feeling myself, Draco,” Dumbledore’s portrait replied. “I fear this is all done in hopes of creating
another Dark Lord.”
“My
sons will never become Dark wizards,” Draco intensely replied.
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“They
started building my tree house today,” Cam excitedly told his parents as they
tucked him into bed. “It’s going to be
great but nothing I get will top Serpens’ dragon,” he added sadly.
“Maybe
not, Cam, but one large toy dragon is enough for any house,” Ginny stated.
“I
know Mummy. I wouldn’t
want a dragon anyway. A puppy would be
nice, or an Aethonon, or a Grindylow for the castle
moat.”
“No,
to all of those, son,” Draco firmly told the boy.
“What
about a Griffin, Mummy?”
“What
about a nice Pygmy Puff?” Ginny replied.
Cam
turned up his nose. “That’s a baby’s
pet!”
“I
had one when I was fourteen.”
“They're
baby and girl pet. No respectable wizard
would have one. Serpens’ still little so
it’s alright for him.”
Draco
turned again in order to hide a laugh.
Once he had control, he turned to face his son. “Showing us you can take care of a creature who
needs less attention may decrease your wait for a puppy.”
“What
about a lizard, snake or spider?”
“What
is it with wizards and creepy slimy things?” Ginny sighed
“What
is it with witches and cute cuddly things like cats and kneazles?” Cam replied with a touch of distain in his
voice.
Draco
placed a kiss on the boy’s forehead and whispered. “Taking that tone with your mother is more
likely to get you a sore bottom than the pet of your choice.”
Cam’s
eyes widened but he quickly changed his expression to one of sorrow. “I’m sorry, Mummy. I love you.”
When she leaned over to kiss him, he hugged her then kissed both of her
cheeks.
“I
love you too, baby. Sleep tight.”
“Love
you, mate. See you in the morning.”
Draco
placed his arm around Ginny’s hip and guided her through the boy’s chambers to
the hallway. She giggled while Draco
rolled his eyes at the sight in front of them.
Ami, Serpens’ toy dragon, was patrolling the hallway.
“Just
what I need, to hear that thing walking the halls all night,” Draco sighed.
She
playfully patted his shoulder. “It’s
cute.” She looked at the dragon, “Ami, lie down.”
The
dragon instantly went to the front of Serpens’ door and lay down. Ginny giggled and cuddled into Draco’s chest.
He
raised his brow at her. “Your mood has
changed greatly since this morning.
You’d think a witch who hours ago learned that at least four Death
Eaters were out to kill her would be a little less chipper.”
“Hours
ago I believed Death Eaters were out for revenge and were after our children.”
“Good
point.”
“Also
we have plans now and more help.
Worrying about keeping myself safe, I’ve been
through before. It’s scary but
familiar,” Ginny sighed.
“You’re
one up on me then, Love.” He pulled her
closer. “Last time I had to keep my
mother safe. This time it’s my wife I have to protect. The magnitude of the difference is
staggering.”
He
turned her to face him, “I will not lose you!”
he stated before gently kissing her.
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Lucius
strolled into Bellatrix’s parlor. “I
have a few things to tell, you. First,
inform Wormtail if he even scratches another one of
my grandsons I will kill him.
“Wormtail? Lucius, what are you talking about?”
“He
bit Thuban’s ear. He’s
been in Black Hall as a rat. Thuban
pointed a picture of him out to the Weasleys.”
“I
know nothing of it, Lucius,” she stated.
“Do
you also know nothing of the Carrows?”
“Only
what I read in the paper.”
“Well,
if you do come across any of them, inform them of two things,” he gave her a
pointed look, “I will kill anyone who dares to harm my grandsons or son.” He then smirked at her, “However, I would
like to help in the displacement of my daughter-in-law.”
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The
ballroom of Black Hall was decorated in a Quidditch
theme. It was a big boy’s party for
sure. Draco had felt a little outdone at
Serpens’ party because of Lucius’ gift and Charlie's bringing a couple of real
dragons and some of his dragon-trainer friends.
He wasn’t going to have it happen again. Cam’s top four favorite professional Quidditch
players were at this party, guests who would impress many of the adult
wizards.
Although
nothing strange had happened since the Carrows and Wormtail were spotted, the family
was still on alert. All of the waiters
at the party were Aurors or private guards.
There was also a number of guards posing as
guests.
Draco
stood holding Leo at the back of the room talking to Blaise and Pansy. Serpens was standing on a chair next to his
father. He was trying to switch Draco's
attention to him from the little red-haired demon he perceived his baby brother
to be. Thuban, Greggie,
Victor, Gabe and Sirius watched the group from the patio.
Thuban
rolled up his left shelve showing the group a black and blue spot with teeth
marks around it, “Serpens bit me there.”
He pulled up his right pant leg and showed another, “And there too, two
days ago. So, I’m going to get him back
today!”
Greggie shook his head. “Don’t do it,
Thuban.”
“I
agree. Your dad’s already spanked him
that’s good enough,” Gabe added.
“That’s
the problem. Daddy doesn’t
spank Serpens. When I told Daddy that he
bit my arm, Daddy asked what I did to him first. Then that night, Serpens bit me in front of
Daddy and he only sat Serpens on his lap and told him to behave.”
“Oh!”
the four little wizards stated.
“Here’s
what I’m going to do. I’m
going to put Serpens’ blanket in the cradle.
Daddy won’t look at it closely when he lays Leo
down and then Leo’ll use it. Then I’ll tell
Serpens that Leo Accio'd his blanket. He’ll go take it away, setting off the wards,” Thuban giggled into
his hands. “Daddy will spank him for
sure then.”
“Will
the wards go off when you put the blanket in?” Sirius asked.
“Nope,
they only work when the baby is in it.”
The
sneaking little blond walked over to the cradle to set
his plan in motion. However, from across
the room Lucius watched his eldest grandson.
When the blanket was placed, the older wizard
walked closer. He could tell by the
boy’s mannerisms he was up to something and it wasn’t
long before he watched it play out.
Draco placed Leo in the cradle and covered him with the blanket, then Thuban whispered something to Serpens who ran to the
cradle.
The
three year old wildly pulled the blanket from around and under the baby causing
Leo to roll into the side of the cradle crashing his little nose into the
bars. Leo’s screams drowned out the
light sounds of the wards. Lucius rushed
to aide. Draco turned to see Serpens
holding the blanket and the cradle swinging violently. He cast a spell stopping the swinging. At the sound of Leo’s cries, Thuban and his
group took to hiding behind a table. Thuban
hadn't thought his little brother would be so forceful
in removing the blanket. He wanted to
make sure Leo was fine but couldn’t risk exposing
himself.
“Serpens
William Malfoy, what has gotten into you?” Draco hissed in a very dangerous
tone as he checked the baby for injuries and comforted him.
“Was
Leo harmed, Draco?” Lucius asked.
“More
frightened then actually harmed, Father.”
He handed the infant to his father and took Serpens’ hand. “Serpens and I need to have a discussion in
my study. Please inform Ginevra for me.”
“Leo
started it!” Serpens shouted.
“Don’t
be ridiculous,” Draco hissed.
“He
had my blanket!” Serpens shouted holding up the item.
Draco
eyed it. “How’d that get in…”
“You
have more than one culprit in this crime, Son.
I believe…” Lucius pointed to where Thuban was hiding catching the boy’s
eye. “Thuban set this up.”
The
little wizard was not foolish enough to wait to be called
or to deny his actions. He was caught and would share a trip to his father’s study with
his brother. As he walked over to the
men, he saw something that would save him.
Bellatrix was talking to his mummy and brother and she wasn’t looking too happy.
“Daddy,
Aunt Bella’s here and she’s…” The rest
of Thuban’s words weren’t needed. Seeing Bellatrix set Draco in motion.
Lucius
still holding Leo, turned to his grandsons. “You two are indeed lucky. If you were still living under my roof, my
cane would be gracing your bottoms now.”
“You’d
spank me for making him cry?” Serpens pointed at Leo. “He’s more Weasley than Malfoy. He only has Daddy’s eyes. I’m more important than him.”
“Sit!”
Lucius growled at the three year old.
“Leo is a Malfoy! Anyone who
dares harm a Malfoy will answer to me, even if they are family.”
“But
Daddy promised Mummy he…. Not… you…” Serpens tried to say.
“I
will be discussing your statement and your actions with your father. He will punish you to my satisfaction. Now, both of you sit until your father
returns.”
Across
the room, Cam backed into Ginny as Bellatrix moved forward.
“Come
now, Cygnus. I merely want a hug. I have not seen you in so long.”
“He’s
simply overtired, Bellatrix. He was too
excited to sleep last night and he’s a little out of sorts,” Ginny replied with
a smile although she refused to force the boy to hug his great aunt.
The
dark haired witch knelt in front of him.
“Did you receive the wizard’s chess pieces I gave you for your
birthday?”
Cam
only nodded.
“They
were your great grandfather’s. I thought
it was time you had them.”
“I’m
glad you could make it, Aunt Bella.”
Draco said as he stepped need to Ginny.
He kissed his aunt’s cheek.
“Oh
Draco dear, it’s wonderful to see you.
Cygnus has yet to greet me properly.”
With
his father so close, Cam felt safe enough to give the old witch a very quick
hug.
“Well,
at least that’s a start, Cygnus,” she half hissed before sweetening her
tone. “I’d love to hear what else you've
received for your birthday.”
“Grandfather
and Grandmother had a big tree house built for me by the guest house. They loaded it was tons of different toys
too. Daddy took me to a Falcon’s game
all by myself and we got to go into the locker
room. I got lots of great new toys but
the best was a Quidditch set from Uncle George and Fred.”
“How
exciting,” Bella replied. “Would you
play a game of chess with me or show me your tree house?”
“I’d
rather play with my friends. Daddy can show you the tree house.” Cam turned to Ginny. “May I please
go play with my friends, Mummy?”
Ginny
did her best to hide her smirk. Two
months ago, Cam would have run to Bella.
He had considered her one of his best friends and playmates. The boy was finally seeing her for what she
was. However, he was being rude. She smiled at the dark haired witch.
“I’m
sorry, Bella. As I said before he is
overly tired.” She returned her
attention to the boy. “You’re being rude
to your aunt, Cam.”
“I’m
sorry, Aunt Bella. Maybe we can go to
the tree house or play chess later. I
have other commitments,” the little wizard stated then quickly hugged the older
witch before running off.
“He’s
outgrowing all of us. May I get you a
drink?” Draco said trying to lighten the atmosphere.
“No
thank you, Draco,” Bella said coldly.
“It’s on my way to Narcissa.”
She
went off in a huff. About eight steps
away she turned to a small voice.
“I’ll
play chess with you,” John Lupin said.
“Why
Cepheus, it’s so lovely to see you. I’d enjoy a game of chess.”
----------**********----------
Bellatrix
stomped across the room. “That
red-haired fool has turned Cygnus against me with her lies. The time to act is now.”
“But how? They are guarded so closely,”
Alecto asked.
“Mary
Goyle. They trust her.”
“And for good reason, Bella. She will
never help us,” Amycus replied.
Bellatrix
showed the group three bottles with hair in them. “She already has without even knowing. You have Polyjuice at the ready?”
“As
you requested,” they replied.
----------**********----------
Mary
Goyle’s head floated in the fireplace of Ginny’s
private parlor. “I really could use your
help in planning Gary’s birthday party.
Lavender and Greg…well, they are hopeless. They were fighting over everything merely to
upset each other. It’s
been ages since I’ve planned a child’s party.
You may bring the children over if you like. Gary and Greggie
are here.”
Ginny
thought for a moment. It had been a
month since Thuban thought he spotted Scabbers and the aurors
had spotted the Carrows. No one had seen or heard a thing about them
since. Surely, the Goyle estate was a
safe place to go. She would floo Draco
and let him know and just to be safe she would bring Preston, her bodyguard.
“I’d
be glad to help, Mary. I’ll be over in
twenty minutes.”
“Wonderful
dear, I’ll be waiting in the garden,” the older witch replied before her head
disappeared.
Draco
wasn’t in his office, so she sent him an owl. She thought briefly about bringing the boys
but dismissed the idea. Thuban and Greggie had been fighting lately, Cam’s behavior this
morning didn’t warrant a fun trip and, in addition, if
the children went, she would have to bring two more bodyguards.
She
walked into the playroom with Preston right behind her. “Mum, Preston and I are going to the Goyle
estate for a couple of hours.”
“I
want to go too, Mummy,” Serpens said as he and his brothers ran over to Ginny.
“Not
this time, sweetheart.”
Thuban
pulled a coin out of his pocket. “Here,
Mummy. Rub it if you need help.”
“Thank
you.” She replied before kissing each of her sons
goodbye.
She
walked back to Preston and took his arm.
Since the sighting of the Death Eaters, Draco had insisted that Ginny
always use side along Apparition or a portkey.
The two were quickly in the gardens at the Goyle estate where Mary
poured each a cup of tea.
----------*********-----------
“Uncle
Draco, do you know where Cam’s uncles got that neat Quidditch set?” Gary asked
from across the table.
Draco
was enjoying lunch at a lovely café with Greg and his sons. “No I don’t and if I did I wouldn’t tell
you. Don’t look
for it, Greg. Despite the bludgers and
bats being made of foam they still do quite a bit of
damage. Cam and Serpens decided to hit
the bludgers around the china cupboard the other day. A number of items were well behind any Reparo
charm.”
Without thinking little Greggie spoke, “How
dumb! Thuban and I went to the ballroom.”
“Well
that explains the crack in one of the glass domes,” Draco replied eyeing the
little wizard.
Gary
shook his head. “Ami did that, Uncle
Draco. Serpens had him flying around the
room.”
Greg
smirked at his friend. “Mother told me
that only children were easier to raise.”
“If
my three eldest don’t start behaving, I may end up with only one,” Draco
replied with a stoney expression. It wasn’t long
through before the shocked looks on his godsons’ faces caused him to break into
laughter.
“I
was only joking, mates. No one’s ever
died from a sore bottom.”
Greggie rubbed his bottom briefly then mumbled. “I think it’s possible.”
“If
you behave you’ll never find out.” Greg stated flatly to the boy.
“Yes, Sir.”
Draco
patted the little wizard’s back and when the boy looked up, he smiled and
winked at him. “Hey, mate, Thuban told
me you’ve signed up for the cross-pitch league.”
The
boy smiled back. “Mummy’s going to take
me every day. And Grandpa Brown said
he’ll take me to lunch after each match too.”
Ginny’s
eagle owl flew onto Draco’s shoulder stopping the conversion. He removed the note and immediately
paled. He dropped the note on the table
and Disapparated.
“Daddy,
what’s wrong?” Gary asked.
Gregg
picked up the note.
Draco,
I’m going to the Goyle estate to help Mary
plan Gary’s party. I’m
taking Preston with me. She invited the
boys seeing that she’s watching Greggie
and Gary, but I’m leaving them at home with my mum. I’ll floo or owl you
when I return home.
Love,
Gin.
Gregg
grabbed his sons placing one on each hip.
“Hang on tight boys. I need to
get you to Aunt Pansy.”
“Cool,
you’ve never Apparated with both of us,” Greggie
gleefully replied.
----------**********----------
The
coin in Lucius' pocket started to heat up.
Instead of looking at it, he decided to floo Black Hall. Bursting in on the Weasleys once was enough;
he would make sure there was a problem today.
“Black
Hall,” he said as he threw floo powder into the fireplace. His head appeared in the fireplace of Draco’s
family parlor. “Simpy!” The house elf turned to the fireplace and
bowed. “I need to speak to Master
Thuban, now!”
The
house elf wasted no time and returned shortly with Thuban followed by Molly.
“Simpy said you wanted to speak with me, Grandfather.”
Lucius
looked closely at the boy. He appeared
to be happy. However, he needed to make
sure and with Molly so close the boy might not be able to speak freely. “I wanted to inform you that Delta jumped out
of the paddock this morning.” The older
blond wizard hoped Thuban remembered their code. He had used it with both Narcissa and Draco
during the war. If Thuban responded, “Is
she hurt?” it would mean that there was a problem.
The
little wizard appeared perplexed for a few moments before smiling. “Oh, she’s fine, correct. Is that why you flooed?”
“I
merely had a free moment and wished to speak with you. Have you been behaving yourself?”
“Yes. Serpens and Cam have been bad but not
me. Did you get my birthday list?”
“Of
course, although you do understand pets have to be cleared with your parents.”
Thuban
kicked the floor and sighed, “Rats.” He
looked up at Lucius with a pouted.
“Well, I need new Quidditch pads then.”
“Very well. Thuban, the coin I gave
you. Do you keep it on you at all
times?”
“Most
of the time, I give it to Mummy when she goes out. Grandfather, Uncle Charlie’s
here and we were teaching Ami lots of new tricks. I don’t want to be rude but may we talk
later?”
Lucius
was thankful for the boy’s distraction as he was wondering how to put an end to
their conversion without worrying the little boy. “We’ll speak later, Thuban.” As the boy ran away, Lucius cleared his
throat. “I needed a moment of your time,
Mrs. Weasley.”
As
Molly approached the fireplace, Lucius removed the coin from his pocket and
made note of the location written on it before throwing it into the parlor of
Black Hall. “I fear Ginevra is in
danger. You should be able to locate her
at the address on the coin.” Before
Molly could reply, the blond wizard was gone.
----------**********----------
Ginny
opened her eyes. The room she was in was
dark and damp. It had
to be a dungeon, but where? The
last thing she remembered was tea with Mary Goyle. She felt for her wand but only found the coin
Thuban had given her. She assumed it was
how the boy had contacted Lucius weeks ago.
However, did she want to contact him?
He surely wouldn’t help her.
“Where
are the boys?” She heard a voice ask from outside the door.
“She
didn’t bring them,” answered the whining voice of Peter Pettigrew.
“Then
torture her until she gives you the incantations to remove the wards around
Black Hall,” the voice growled again.
Ginny
was almost sure that voice belonged to Bellatrix attempting to sound like Mary
Goyle. Her thoughts went to her
children. She hoped she wouldn’t speak but couldn’t be sure. Lucius might want her dead, but he would
never allow the boys to be harmed. With little hope that he would save her, she
rubbed the coin knowing he would save his grandsons. Twenty feet above her, Draco and Blaise
searched the Goyle estate.
“We’ll
find her, mate. She’ll be fine,” Blaise said trying to calm his friend.
“She
better be. Damned Death Eaters and their
secret tunnels and dungeons,” Draco cursed.
Crabbe
and Goyle ran up to the two wizards.
“How’s
your mum, Greg?” Blaise asked.
“She’ll
be fine. There it is.” Greg pointed to a knob on a black tree. When he pressed it, a door opened on it. The four wizards with their wands out went
inside.
----------*********-----------
Lucius Apparated into the secret dungeons. This place still smelled like death to him
and the screams of his old victims haunted him.
He had hoped never to enter this place again. As he rounded a corner, he heard the witless
voices of Wormtail and the Carrows
and then Ginny's blood curdling screams.
He
placed his hand on the knob and opened the door. The occupants of the room stared at him
before the three Death Eaters pointed their wands at him.
“Here,
here. Is that anyway to greet an old
friend?” Lucius shook his head. “Torturing my lovely daughter-in-law without me, how could you?”
He smirked at the group and they lowered their wands.
Ginny’s
robes were gone; she remained in jeans and a t-shirt and was
held to the wall with chains. Her
clothing showed the curves of her body well.
Lucius looked at her lustfully and turned to his friends.
“She
looks like a tasty little tart. I see
now why my son keeps her around. Maybe
I’ll have a taste of her myself.” He
approached Ginny with a sinful smirk and to her shock ground his pelvis into
hers.
“Bastard!”
she screamed before spitting into his face.
“Well
spotted,” he replied as she felt something entering her pants. Her horror changed to hope as she felt the
item he was placing go to the front of her leg.
It was her old school wand. At
the same time, she noticed his sexually seductive motions against her were not
arousing him. She gasped. He was going to help her.
She
worked her legs and lightly kicked him away, although she acted as if it was a
powerful one. “Slimy Prick!”
Lucius
played again and rubbed his groin.
“You’ll pay for that!” he yelled then mouthed scream. He raised his wand
and cast a spell which caused her no pain but she
screamed as he'd instructed her to do.
He brushed up against her again.
“Be good this time!” he stated loudly before whispering so only Ginny
could hear. “Have you strength to
Disapparate?”
“Yes”
“The
chain will release you when you tug both hands at the same time now. I will distract them in a few moments. You will free yourself and Apparate to Black Hall.”
“You’ll
need my…”
“Damn
it, witch. Do as you are
told. You will be no help to me
in your state. Besides I have help coming very soon.”
Ginny
acted as if she kicked him again. This
time Lucius walked back to the group. “Wormtail, ready the bed need door. I want some private time with my
daughter-in-law.”
Wormtail left the room but Alecto lifted her wand. “I can’t let you take her anywhere alone
until we have Cygnus. You have promised
him to Bellatrix.”
Amycus
yelled, “Traitor” raising his wand at Lucius when he heard the Disapparation pop and stared at the place where Ginny once
stood. As their curses left their wands,
the door opened knocking the Carrows aside causing
their spells only to graze Lucius.
“Thank
you, Draco,” Lucius said. “You saved
this old wizard’s life.”
“Merely
repaying a debt, Father,” he replied as his friends unarmed and bound the Carrows. Draco
looked around the room panicked.
“Where’s Gin?”
“At
Black Hall, if she did as she was told.”
Draco
Disapparated.
A
wand blast and a loud squeal from the hall drew Lucius' attention to the
door. Ron walked in with a cage in his
hand and his five brothers and father behind him.
“Where’s
Ginny?” Arthur asked.
“Home.” Blaise stated.
“More
Aurors will be here soon to take those two.
And of course we’ll have questions for everyone here,” Ron said as the
caged rat continued to squeal. “Well,
you shut it already. I know who you
are.” Ron turned to the group. “Mental this one is really, trying to get by
me, of all people, as a rat.”
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