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Taken II: Drifter	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4983 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fan-fiction based upon the world and characters of Harry Potter which are owned exclusively by J. K. Rowling. No profit or money was gained.

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Chapter Four:

It was to utter silence that Fleur landed aboard the Siren the following evening.

It was a silence she had heard only once before in her life and one she had hoped never to come across again.

She froze as her feet touched a deck wounded by scratch marks, burned by magic and crackling with energy. Her wings snapped closed behind her and blue eyes scanned the ship for any source of life.

The two bodies laid across the wooden boards were unfamiliar to her, not one of Draco's crew, and so she discarded them, walking around them. Their scent followed her descent into the belly of the ship, sweet and rotting and reawakening her nightmares.

The scent filled the lower deck and here she found others, some familiar, some not. Some slain by sword and musket, others by a magic not unlike Luna's. For a brief moment she pondered whether the witch had gone mad, before casting the thought aside. Luna would sooner kill herself. The magical signature that clung to the air was new to her, thick with mildew and death and evil.

It was with a sense of dread that she pushed open the doors to the dining hall, only to heave a sigh of relief. Life.

Luna and Neville greeted her first, their faces exhausted and littered with cuts.

"What happened?" Fleur whispered, her voice unable to mask the horror she was feeling. Only half of what had been Draco's crew remained crammed into the room, all in need of some form of healing, most injuries ones Neville could not tend to alone.

Luna let loose a broken sob, the first sound the Veela had ever heard the girl emmit that was not a laugh.

"I don't know," she rasped, her voice broken and hoarse and completely furious, "they were everywhere, full of magic and power and they took every bit of hope and happiness away."

Neville captured the broken blonde in his arms, mindful of the magical burns that littered the woman's small hands. "Dementors, Fleur. The ship which attacked us had dementors, two of them. Luna couldn't handle them on her own. Their captain was a witch and she didn't care who we were or where we were going. It seems we got too close to what she considered her territory. She did this as punishment."

Fleur stood still, her ears straining over the moans of pain and the weeping of some of the younger men. "I've never heard of a witch who controls these waters." Fleur's voice was level, but dark in its anger. Dementors were foul creatures, monsters created by dark magic-users who ended up dying in the end. She had heard of them but never before would she have thought that she or any of her family would be touched by them.

"How many dead?" Fleur asked as a distraction, her gaze catching sight of Severus as he cradled a wounded and bleeding James in his arms. Luna's breath hitched, her head lowering as Neville looked away. "Many." He answered hoarsely.

Fleur opened her mouth to demand a better answer, when her gaze locked with one the colour of blue flowers.

Ron stared at her, shock plain in the blank cast of his face as he clutched the limp, blue hand of a man who had obviously been dead for some time. Despite her bravery, Fleur's advance in Ron's direction was hesitant, slow. When she cast blue eyes down upon the figure that lay surrounded by his men, a broken sob left her lips.

"Draco…?"

Ron nodded his head to where the ship's Healer was bent over a pale body sprawled across the ground, before he brought dark eyes back to the dead figure of Lucius Malfoy, the older man's ice cold hand still clutched in his own, as though he could offer the body new life. "He's alive, but we can't wake him. I've no idea what that witch did but we must get him home. He'll need Harry if he has any chance of waking up."

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"They're back early!"

Scorpius heard his father's elated cry and grinned at the sound of Harry running down the stairs, which was met with the sound of Hermione berating Harry for running down the stairs in his condition. He chuckled happily and glanced out the window. From his perch he saw his father rush from the back porch to meet Ron in an embrace, the redhead's arms unusually rigid.

Luna hesitated only a moment before dropping her head and making her way slowly towards the house. Scorpius frowned. It was not an unusual thing for his sire to be the last onto the manor grounds, his need to make sure the ship was secured perfectly always causing him to lag behind. However, Ron was leading his Papa from the manor, the red head's stance quivering despite the heat of the sun.

Something was wrong. Scorpius flew from his room swiftly, fleeing from Luna's attempt to grasp his arm and pull him back. He needed to know what was wrong. What had happened? Where was everyone else?

He watched them from behind the thick trees that littered the Malfoy manor grounds, the air sweet with the smell of honeysuckle as a summer sun filtered through the canopy of leaves and turned everything around him green.

Perfectly green.

Forest green.

Emereld green.

His eyes were narrowed, dark lashes casting shadows over cheeks the colour of pearl. His hair cascaded behind him, a waterfall of soft curls the colour of warm clouds and oyster shells. His fins flared subtly, silver and fine and sensitive in the soft breeze that swayed the leaves above his head. The pair in the meadow just beyond the manor's garden embraced, the smaller one's shoulders shaking as he tried to still his sobs.

"What are you doing, Scorpius?"

The white-haired beauty glanced behind him to see the young women that had spoken, a handful of months younger than himself though she liked to pretend she was older. Her hair was pushed into a ponytail, brown and fluffy as eyes the colour of chipped silver watched him suspiciously. His lips stretched into a lazy smirk.

"Waiting.. Aunt Rose... I am waiting."

Rose looked stumped by the reply, her eyes sparking with curiosity in a way that was so like her mother, Grandmother Hermione.

"Waiting for what?"

Scorpius brought his gaze back to the pair in the meadow, his emerald green eyes landing on the taller red head as his father, Harry, continued to sob.

"Waiting to be told the bad news."

Rose frowned at him, clearly not in the mood for games. "What bad news, Scorpius, what's wrong?"

Scorpius seemed to have been enveloped in a calmness. A certainty washed over him, one he had felt only once before, when he had looked into the eyes of his baby brother and known that the infant would die.

"Someone is dead."

Rose gasped, her hands rising to cover her mouth. "Do not say such things!" she growled out hotly, grasping his arm in an attempt to pull him away from the trees. "Let's go inside and wait for them all, shall we?"

Scorpius allowed himself to be pulled into the manor, to be seated at the kitchen table where both his Grandmother and Luna were sitting silently. Hermione's hands were pale as she grasped her mug, her eyes unblinking as, through the window, she watched the steady approach of the ship's crew and the two figures they carried between them.

Rose faltered at the sight, her breath stilling when the men entered behind Severus and James and both Her father and her brother were laid upon the kitchen floor.

"It's true, isn't it?"

The whisper was near silent but each of them heard it spill from the brunette's lips, her silver eyes locking with the body that had once been her sire, her own body bent as though she wanted nothing more than to reach out and grasp her father, whilst also longing to run away from it.

Severus cleared his throat, his eyes dark with something painful, something dark. "I'm afraid so, Rose. Lucius is gone."
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