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Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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The Malfoys
Draco scowled the whole way to Dumbledore's office. He was deeply annoyed by the fact that Dumbledore had already summoned Mrs. Tonks long before he'd come to talk to Draco and Harry, and that Remus had been up there with her while Dumbledore talked to them, filling her in on the key events that had happened. Draco had known that Mrs. Tonks was the choice that Dumbledore wanted them to make, but Draco hadn't known Dumbledore had already made it!
Minus ten points to Dumbledore. That put him at negative seven by Draco's count. He really didn't appreciate the show of asking his opinion when the issue had already been decided. If the old wizard truly respected him as he had pretended during their meeting, he would have let Draco make the decision in truth not just in name. Draco had been neatly manipulated and he would not forget it.
* I'm in a bad mood, so I need you to be extra sweet to this lady, okay? * Draco said into Harry's mind. He glanced over his shoulder to see green eyes focused on him. * We need her on our side, especially if the Malfoys turn out bad and I have to take care of it. *
“Yes, Draco,” Harry whispered and squeezed Draco's hand – resolve trust.
* Thank you, * he whispered with genuine gratitude. * Love you. *
- happy love -
…
Harry's heart began to beat hard with adrenaline. Draco was depending on him, and as much as that thrilled him, it also made him terribly nervous, so he was breathing a little harder than normal when they stepped off the moving staircase. Dumbledore was waiting on the landing, holding open an arched wooden door.
Eyes cold and face carefully blank, Draco led them into the large office beyond. It was round with multiple levels. The walls were covered in things, moving-chirping-ticking things. Two huge windows let in natural light, rugs overlapped along the floor, and there were massive pieces of furniture: a desk, padded chairs, scattered tables, a bird perch. Brilliant red feathers that trailed to the floor, the bird that sat on the perch was as big as a fat cat with large black eyes and a wickedly curved beak. It gave a little trill as it tilted its head, and Harry felt a shiver of delight move through him at the musical sound.
Draco gave a little tug on his hand. Harry blushed hotly, only now realizing that Remus and a woman were watching them from a few feet away. They had risen from two huge armchairs that had been turned to face each other, he guessed for their talk. Harry wondered what exactly Remus had told her, but didn't dwell on it. Draco would find out. He always made things right. Instead, Harry focused on turning his biggest smile on the woman.
She stood with a hand covering her mouth and tears in her eyes as she looked back and forth between Draco and Harry. The attention made his skin crawl, but Draco had told him what to do, so he lifted his hand in a wave and gave what he hoped was a happy, “Hello.”
“Hello, Harry,” she answered, voice thick with emotion. Her hand dropped to show she was smiling. “Hello, Draco. My name is Andromeda Tonks. I'd be pleased if you'd called me Auntie Andie.”
Harry thought she had a nice smile; her lips were thin and painted red. She was tall, as tall as Remus, and her eyes were dark brown with long, dark lashes. Her thick, shiny brown hair was woven into an intricate pattern at the back of her head. She wore a dark red dress that was tight on top with long sleeves, but flared out slightly at her hips to fall straight to the floor. She was on the thin side, but with bigger breasts than Jess or Drey.
“O-okay,” Harry finally answered, stuttering slightly. He was careful to keep smiling even as his heart continued to hammer. “Um. Thank you. For...” He had no idea how to say it.
“Letting us stay with you,” Draco finished for him, helping him out.
Harry felt a mix of relief and shame that he already needed help. Laila and Draco had worked so hard to get him ready for coming here, but he was messing up again and again. Lower lip trembling, his smile beginning to waver, he tried to keep it together.
“I am very happy to have you join my family. Both of you,” Andie was saying.
* Deep breath. Don't think about anything but your task. I'll take care of you, * Draco whispered in his mind.
Harry looked up as Dumbledore shut the door behind them and moved across to the biggest fireplace Harry had ever seen.
The old wizard gave Remus a hard look before telling the room, “I believe our final guests are here. Please give me a moment while I welcome them.”
Harry was immediately pulled forward by Draco to join Remus and Andie by the massive desk. Harry was glad to put some distance between them and the people who were Draco's parents. He was insanely curious about meeting them and simultaneously terrified. It was enough to make him feel woozy.
Through wide, curious eyes, Harry watched as two people stepped free of a sudden whoosh of green fire. The man was tall, only slightly shorter than Dumbledore, and wore an old-fashioned grey suit. He had long platinum blond hair that fell past his shoulders and angular, hawklike features. His silver eyes were just like Draco's when he was focused really hard on something. In his hand was a long cane that had a silver snake head. When the man's eyes found Draco, they burned so brightly that Harry would have melted under the look, but Draco looked as cool as ever.
The woman was also staring at Draco. Her expression was blank the way Draco's got sometimes when he was hiding something. She wore a fancier dress than Andie, but it looked very similar. It was dark blue, a shade or two darker than her eyes. It had white lace at the throat and wrists with a silver wavy pattern sewn along the bottom and her waist. Her hair was a yellow blonde compared to Draco's and the man's white-blond, and it was wrapped up in a braided knot. She was a little shorter and a lot thinner than Andie – In fact, Harry thought she looked kind of sick - but he could tell they were sisters even though Andie had darker hair and eyes.
“Draco...” The woman held out her hands, her eyes shinning with obvious need.
Draco cast Dumbledore a questioning look and the old wizard gave them a smile. “It is safe. No one will leave this office until we have things straightened out.”
* Stay with Remus, * Draco ordered as he walked across the room to the two new people.
Harry watched wide-eyed as the man gave Dumbledore a cold look before giving his whole attention to Draco. The woman clasped Draco's hands in her own. She was trembling a little, Harry could tell. The man reached out to gently touch Draco's shoulder.
For a long second, the man stood with his eyes closed. He didn't move his hand when he finally turned to Dumbledore, and Harry didn't think the man ever planned on letting go. Worry squirmed through Harry's belly, but Draco looked at him from across the room, gaze steady, and Harry calmed, trusting the promise in Draco's eyes.
“I'd like an explanation. Now please.” The man's voice was soft but cold as ice.
Clapping his hands softly together, Dumbledore gave a smile. “Come, Lucius, Narcissa. Sit. I insist. It is a difficult and incredible tale to tell.”
Harry blinked. Within minutes, more big chairs appeared and were arranged in front of the large desk in a half circle. Andie sat at one end, then Harry, then Remus, then Lucius, then Draco, then the woman. Harry noticed that even though the man and woman were keeping their faces serious, Lucius still had his hand on Draco's shoulder and Narcissa was clutching one of Draco's hands in both of hers.
* You're doing so good, Harry, but if I tell you to, I want you to go look around, okay? * Draco sounded so calm that Harry felt his heart begin to slow from its rapid hammering. So much was happening; it almost felt like a dream by this point.
He opened his mouth to tell Draco yes, but he caught himself in time. Draco didn't want him to answer out loud in front of people when he spoke in Harry's mind. He thought it would be a good secret to have, just the two of them, so Harry closed his mouth and gave a small nod instead.
* Good boy. *
The praise made his stomach flutter as it always did and he ducked his head, blushing.
…
Lucius felt hot and cold by turns and knew Narcissa wasn't doing much better. Draco – his son – He'd finally returned to them. By Dumbledore. Suspicion sharp as knives cut through him. His old, crafty enemy... Lucius's fury settled into a stillness that sharpened his thoughts into crystal blades. He'd destroy Dumbledore if he'd had even the smallest part to play in his son's abduction.
Helplessly, he stroked his son's shoulder, still hardly able to grasp that Draco was here. It filled him with a joy so bright it nearly doubled him over. Even with his enemy seated in front of him, Lucius couldn't help stealing glances at his son.
He was beautiful: Lucius's pale hair and grey/silver eyes, but his features softened just that little bit by Narcissa's beauty. Draco's hair fell just below his jawline and was hooked behind his ears. He looked older than his age, Draco's expression already folded into a blank mask. It tormented Lucius that he had no idea what his son was thinking, that Draco was utterly strange to him, even as he felt a fierce pride in his son's obvious mental strength.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, drawing Lucius's attention back to the room. There was Andromeda Tonks, Narcissa's banished sister, a man who looked familiar but he did not know by name, and a second dark-haired child. Lucius shook himself mentally. Clearly the crafty old fool was plotting something. Lucius wasn't about to let the wizard get his hooks in them or his son. He had to be sharp.
Dumbledore folded his hands on his desk and smiled at the assembled half-circle of people in front of him. “Let me begin at the beginning. I beg your patience during this tale. I assure you I will eventually answer any question you may have.” This last was said in Lucius's direction.
Lucius's rage flared. In other words, shut up until I finish. He glanced at Narcissa, but her eyes were on their son. He steeled himself further. She had tried the blood spell again on Draco's birthday three weeks ago. She had only recently come off bedrest and her magic was barely a whisper right now. If it came down to a fight, Lucius would be their only line of defense. His hand tightened briefly on his son's thin shoulder.
“My story begins a year ago,” Dumbledore began. He looked liked he was enjoying this immensely. Lucius set his teeth and forced himself to endure the barmy old man's drama. He would have answers before he took his son and his wife back to the safety of the manor. “It came to my attention that the safe-house in which Harry Potter resided no longer housed the Boy-Who-Lived. Little Harry had already been missing a year before we discovered he was gone.”
Narcissa made a soft sound, sensitive to any child being lost. Lucius immediately looked at the other child sitting with them. Was that Harry Potter?
Oblivious to the sudden tension, Dumbledore went on with his story. “After months of searching, we discovered Harry's trail led to America. Mr. Lupin,” he inclined his head toward the other man, “was selected to discreetly travel overseas to continue the search. On Halloween, he managed to make contact with Harry only to discover the boy now lived with another child and a young man. However, powerful magic shielded his attempt to locate Harry and so he was forced to ask the boy to meet him. At the zoo, I believe?”
Voice quiet, Lupin answered. “Yes, Headmaster.”
Dumbledore straightened in his seat, smiling. “So Remus requested that Harry come meet him at the zoo.”
“Actually...” Draco interrupted, speaking for the first time in their presence. “He asked Harry to tell 'em where he was. I decided it wasn't a good idea ta tell some guy who's voice came outta nowhere where we were, so I told Remus ta meet me at the zoo in a week.”
Lucius was utterly surprised to hear such composed speech from the boy. Despite his high, childish voice, Draco spoke clearly and evenly, if with an American accent. It fascinated him, and he immediately wanted to hear more.
“I'm sorry, my boy. Thank you for clearing that up.” Dumbledore dropped his son a discrete wink as if it were all a part of his plan for Draco to correct him.
Lucius narrowed his eyes, suspicious that he was being played. Whatever Dumbledore had planned, Lucius would not allow it to continue. Draco was his!
“So a week went by, but it was Draco who met Remus at the zoo.”
“You've known Draco's location since last November,” Narcissa stated with cold precision. Nearly everyone in the room cringed, all except Dumbledore, Lucius, and Draco.
“Not quite, my dear. Let me continue. All will be clear in the end.” Dumbledore gestured to their son. “Draco asked some questions and told Remus to give him another week to think about everything. Of course, Remus had warded the building allowing magical persons in but not out. Somehow Draco was able to break that ward and escape.”
Again Lucius was impressed. Draco was powerful as well as well-spoken and self-contained.
“Another week passed and Draco brought Harry to Remus, agreeing to leave his home and come to the magical world.” Dumbledore looked to Lupin, asking gently. “Would you like to tell what happened next?”
Lucius watched as Lupin kept his eyes on Dumbledore. When he spoke, his voice was flat, brittle. “We were captured by American Scourers and underwent exorcisms for over twenty-four hours before being rescued by Aurors. We were then taken to the American magical hospital for treatment. Due to our injuries, it was agreed we'd stay in America to recover.”
Immediately Lucius looked his son over for injuries. He saw none, and Draco's calm silver eyes stared back at him unimpressed. The hot and cold feeling returned.
“I would like copies of Draco's medical records, please,” Narcissa spoke up.
“Of course, of course,” Dumbledore agreed easily. Too easily. “The American government very kindly rented a cottage at a very secure, Wizarding village so that Remus and the boys could convalesce. However, it was only a few days into their stay when the boys were spirited away within a faerie circle.”
“Surely you jest,” Lucius demanded. His son had been living with Harry – Boy-Who-Lived – Potter, was tortured by Muggle filth, rescued, and was then abducted to the land of Faerie? It was worse than a drama!
Dumbledore actually had the gall to chuckle, and Lucius bared his teeth in a dangerous smile. Nothing was funny here. “Trust me,” the old fool said brightly. “I was just as flabbergasted. I believe these boys will be a trial to watch over.”
“How long were they gone?” Andromeda asked curiously. She looked unruffled by the strange, unbelievable story, and Lucius became suspicious all over again. How long had she been here before Narcissa and he had arrived? Just how much of this was staged? How much was truth?
“Four months,” Lupin answered her. He looked a little pale. His reactions were in line with someone who had suffered recent trauma, and he was too stiff to be very practiced in telling this tale. “We were gone the entire winter.”
“We?” Lucius lifted a brow.
Dumbledore smiled at them, hand beginning to stroke his beard. “Remus very bravely walked into the circle in an attempt to bring the boys back. In any case, he was successful and they were freed at the end of March. We felt it best, considering Harry's situation and after such trying experiences, that his return to us be postponed until school let out for the summer. I had hoped I could give him a few quiet weeks at Hogwarts to adjust before his public return. He and young Draco arrived this morning.”
Lucius's heartbeat pounded in his ears, a constant boom as he forced down his rage. “I do not understand why you left it this long to contact us,” he said in a very dangerous voice, never once looking away from Dumbledore.
Dumbledore bowed his head, but there was not an ounce of humility in the gesture. “When the boys arrived, it was as if a veil had been lifted. Very powerful magic had concealed Draco's identity until that very moment. You see, we did not know he was Draco Malfoy until this morning.”
Through gritted teeth, Lucius demanded coldly of everyone sitting in that room. “You cannot expect me to believe that you did not recognize my son all these months of knowing him. That this isn't some scheme designed to some end of yours, Dumbledore.”
“Hear me, Lucius Malfoy.” Faded blue eyes bore into him. The facade of an jolly old man slouched off to reveal the diamond hard intelligence that it usually hid. At least he was no longer laughing. “I swear on my magic that all I've revealed to you is true. I am even willing to take Veritaserum if you should desire it.”
“What spell is that powerful?” Naricssa demanded. Lucius was glad she asked because he was too furious to speak. He had no doubt Dumbledore had ways around Truth Potion. Lucius would not be swayed by the old fool's platitudes and dramatic proclamations.
“It is my opinion that whoever stole Draco cast the Fidelius Charm.”
Lucius sucked in a breath. That was... actually possible.
“As you know, only the Secret Keeper can reveal the secret. However, it can be discovered by others in very rare instances. I believe that is why Draco was taken to America in the first place. It was part of the condition of the Fidelius. It wasn't until he returned to his home country that any of us understood who he truly was.”
“The Fidelius...” Narcissa whispered. Tears glittered in her eyes. “Do you have any suspects?”
“Not at this moment,” Dumbledore said sadly, shaking his head. “It is a very old and obscure spell. There is no knowing who has the knowledge to cast it successfully.”
There wasn't anything in Dumbledore's expression or voice that seemed off, but Lucius was suddenly dead certain that he was lying on that score. Lucius's free hand tightened around his cane.
“This tale is not finished, however.” The cheerful old wizard persona had returned. “You see, the reason we were able to bring Draco here, since at the time we thought him an American Muggleborn, was due to the bond that has developed between your son and young Harry. It was discovered in the hospital after their rescue from Scourers.”
No. Lucius felt everything go still. Absolutely not.
“It is a rare three-fold, twin bond,” Lupin spoke up, looking at Lucius for the first time since the meeting had begun. Lucius saw amber eyes and scars across his nose and puckering his cheeks. His expression practically screamed sincerity. “The Asclepius and a well-respected Mind-healer agreed that trying to break the bond would cause significant, permanent damage to both Draco and Harry. It might even kill them and would definitely render them mad.”
“I've had Madam Pomfrey, an expert Child-healer, cast diagnostic spells to examine the bond herself, and I took the liberty to look with my own second sight, as meager as it is. We both agree with the diagnosis that the bond is too deep and pervasive to sever at this point.” Dumbledore stared at Lucius. “It is not what I would prefer, as I'm sure you understand. However, the bond is unbreakable. Draco and Harry are considered twins by magic.” The old man sighed, as if exhausted. “To this end, I summoned Harry's magical guardian as well as yourselves. I'd like to help both you and Harry's guardian come to some sort of understanding regarding custody and residency.”
Lucius stood and pulled Draco up with him by the grip he had on the child's shoulder. Narcissa followed a second later. They would take their son and leave. If anyone tried to stop them, he'd murder them. Under no circumstance would he allow Dumbledore's machinations to connect his son's life to that of Harry Bloody Potter.
A small but surprisingly strong hand knocked his own away, and with a graceful twist, Draco stood facing them. With his head tilted back and his cupid-bow lips pressed flat, he stared up at Lucius through intense silver eyes. “Look. I'm not gonna pretend I know what you're feelin'. I get that you lost your kid and want him back, but I'm not your kid. I lived a completely different life. I have my own ideas that aren't yours. That's not my fault, and it's not your fault from the sound of things, but that's the way it is. ”
Lucius heard a roaring in his ears. Draco pressed on, relentless, completely uncaring about the turmoil he was causing. He'd gone from unexpressive to crystal clear within a second. The set of his jaw, the clarity in his eyes, made obvious the complete lack of attachment or even interest he felt in them.
“I don't want ya thinkin' that I've been brainwashed or somethin' by Dumbledore. I'm not with him, either. I'm with Harry, and Harry's with me. We're on no one's side but each other's. ”
Distantly, Lucius noted that Dumbledore was not pleased by the cruel truths Draco was laying at their feet, either. The old man was frowning and his eyes had grown worried, but Lucius didn't have time to savor that. The pressure in the room had shifted. Power hummed along Lucius's senses as Draco's eyes grew impossibly more focused and his voice grew colder than even Narcissa's cold get. Lucius had a flash of intuition that his seven-year-old son was capable of murder.
“So if you try and separate me from Harry,” the boy said slowly, emphasizing every word. “I will fight you until my last breath. I hope you're both smart enough not to start things with me like that.”
…
Narcissa had been watching the people assembled in the room while her husband dealt with Dumbledore. She'd also been watching her son, unable to look away for more than a moment. Those silver eyes frequently rested on the other child... on Harry... but Draco also followed the conversation happening above his head. Harry, on the other hand, very rarely took his eyes off Draco. He was content to let things play out around him and follow Draco's lead. That soothed a lot of her fears.
Even now, Harry was calm. He didn't seem distressed in any way at this talk of possible separation, and that was clearly due to the absolute trust shining in those green eyes. Harry had no doubt in Draco's ability to keep them together. Such trust was built on evidence. His son had proven to the other boy beyond possible doubt that he'd stay by Harry's side. It absolutely convinced Narcissa that Draco would not be mollified. Draco would keep them together no matter what it took, including severing his ties to his family permanently. She wasn't about to lose her son a second time. Never again!
Reaching over, Narcissa placed her hand on Lucius's arm. It was rock hard with tension, practically vibrating under her fingers. After a long moment, he stilled under her touch. Narcissa met her son's dangerous glare and bowed her head in agreement.
Lifting her head again, she entered the verbal fray between her husband and Dumbledore. “I assume Andromeda is here because she is Harry's magical guardian?”
“She is,” Dumbledore answered her. “His legal godfather's eldest blood relative.”
She looked directly at her sister for the first time since they'd entered the Headmaster's office. Andromeda looked so much older than when Narcissa had last seen her. Twenty years would changed anyone, but it hadn't changed the betrayal. Rage rose to almost choke her.
Andromeda had been the eldest. She'd been groomed to rule a Pureblooded household, to maneuver a powerful husband, and to raise powerful children in the Old Ways. Pureblooded wives were Destiny in the making. They were the backbone of the Family, the hand behind History. And Andromeda had spat on all of that. She had removed herself from the continuation of their Line just so she could mate with a filthy Mudblood. Worse, all of her potential had been destroyed. Andromeda had murdered her future self and all the future children who would have come.
Narcissa would never forgive her. Andromeda had destroyed their mother and driven her into madness because of her selfish, perverse desires, and then she had left them to deal with the fallout. Unlike Narcissa who had her engagement to Lucius to protect her, their little sister Bella had been at their mother's mercy. She had been warped under their mother's vengeful hand. Narcissa had nightmares about it to this day.
So looking at her sister now, sitting across from her, still without shame for what she had done, and knowing she would have to share her son with her... It was almost too much to bear. But instead of screaming or raving, Narcissa held herself rigidly straight and asked with perfect politeness, “What custody agreement did you have in mind?”
Andromeda met her gaze, her dark eyes giving a slow blink. Narcissa knew that look. Andromeda had come to a decision and would not be moved. “I believe the best option is to follow the example of Cygnus Black the First and Ella Black née Max. We shall host the children in our homes every other month. During the month the children are not in residence, we are afforded a one three day visitation period.”
Narcissa hated with a passion the idea that Draco would be lost to her every other month. She glanced once more into her son's implacable silver eyes. He stared at her, waiting to see if he would need to fight. Narcissa lifted her chin and gave her older sister a cold look. “Very well. I agree.”
Lucius turned toward her, fire in his eyes. She stared him down and fortunately he did not interrupt. If anything tested her right now, she'd either explode or faint.
Dumbledore produced parchment designed for magical contracts and two quills. Narcissa primly strode over to the desk and bent over it to write out the details of the custody agreement:
1. The Malfoy family, consisting of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, does consent to equal guardianship with Andromeda Tonks over the two male children Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
2. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter will reside in alternating months with the Malfoys and Andromeda Tonks. The guardian with whom Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are not residing is due a three-day visitation period in which the children will leave their current residence and return to the alternate guardian's residence for the duration of the visitation period.
3. All major decisions pertaining to the health, safety, and future of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter will be discussed by all guardians. Any major decisions made by a guardian acting without the consensus of the other guardians will result in the loss of one residency month and a visitation period.
4. In a state of emergency, the guardian who is present first will make all decisions independent of the other guardians without penalty until the emergency has concluded.
5. Any suspicion of abuse – mental, emotional, physical, or magical – will grant the alternate guardian sole custody until the investigation is concluded. Should abuse be proven, the guilty party will be stripped of all guardianship rights over Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. If no abuse is proven at the conclusion of the investigation, the accusing guardian will forfeit one residency month and a visitation period.
Narcissa read over the contract she had written and gave a satisfied nod. She focused what little magic she had left and signed the contract. She straightened, hiding the dizzy spell and moment of blindness as best she could, and offered the quill to her husband. When the spots cleared from her eyes, she noticed his expression was chilly, but she ignored that. There really was no other option, not if they wanted to keep any part of their son's heart.
“I wanna read it.”
Narcissa looked down to see Draco staring up at her. She gave him a gentle smile. “Of course. My apologies.” She handed the contract to her young son.
She watched in interest as Harry shuffled over and the two boys read the contract shoulder-to-shoulder, working through the large words and formal wording. It was obvious after a moment's observation that Harry was the more advanced reader, but Draco comprehended the information better.
She glanced at Dumbledore. He was talking in a low murmur to Lupin. She avoided looking at Andromeda. Lucius stepped close to her side and firmly grasped her upper arm. Magic surrounded her. Lucius's spell hovered over her skin and would ensure no one would overhear them.
“What are you thinking?” He was so agitated that he nearly hissed the question, even as his expression remained frozen. The others may not hear, but they could see.
Looking into her husband's eyes, she saw the desperation and fear that his mask hid, partially because she felt the same: fear that there was no winning their son back, desperation over their son being tied to Harry Potter, their Lord's old enemy. Letting her determination shine through her eyes, she placed her hand atop his.
“We must win our son back, Lucius. We will win him back, and we will make the bond to Potter an advantage for our family.”
Lucius stood straighter at her words. He held her eyes for a moment longer before letting his spell collapse.
Narcissa checked on the room, but it was as before. Satisfied that nothing had changed, she let her attention fall to her child. She could watch Draco for hours and be happy. The boys were still murmuring over the contract, their heads close together. Occasionally Draco would ask Lupin for clarification. Clearly a rudimentary relationship had formed there. The man had endured torture with the boys and had willingly given himself over to the inhuman and capricious faeries in an attempt to get the children back. It was something to keep in mind.
Chapter end.
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