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Pilfered Progeny - Stolen Dreams	By : SisterGryffindor Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Crucio! Interfering BITCH!" Malcolm snarled, using his wand to hit Narcissa with the curse the moment they landed from the apparition. She cried out in pain but did not relinquish her grip on his robe in the slightest, her body jerking in reaction to the torture, eyes rolling back in her head as he sustained the torture.

"No! Stop it you bad man!" Angel cried out, having no intention of allowing this to continue. He ignored her though he held her in his arm so she doubled up her little fist and hit Malcolm in the nose with all the strength she had in her body. "You leave my Nona alone!" she yelled at him. The jolt of pain of being struck broke his focus on maintaining the curse.

He turned eyes burning with fury on this little brat of a girl he was holding, only a heartbeat from throwing her away and killing her right now. "You won't touch me again if you know what's good for you, you worthless little freak!" He growled at her.

The child gazed back at him with defiance and little fear, defiance in her posture. "You better let me and my Nona go! Nonno and Papa and Daddy are gonna be really mad at you!"

He turned his wand on her, lip curling in a snarl. Lucius was going to get this little brat back in slightly worse shape than he'd lost her in. He opened his mouth to curse the child but Narcissa yanked hard on his robe, starting to get to her knees. "No! Leave her alone!" she demanded.

Malcolm glared at her and raised his wand, apparating away again. Maybe he'd get lucky and Narcissa would lose her grip.

The moment they neared the ground Malcolm knew he wished to take no chances with her being able to do anything. She wanted to be a prisoner; he didn't have any problem with that at all. He immediately performed "Expelliarmus!" and snatched her wand up, shoving it inside his vest.

Narcissa only had a brief glimpse of where they fell to the earth; a large dingy building and a damp street before he snapped "Obscuro!" And she was blinded by the jinx from Malcolm.

"Bloody interfering woman!" he snapped, glaring at her. Angel, momentarily forgotten in his grip, turned and bit the forearm of the man's wand hand as she could.

He snarled an oath and threw her to the ground, not dropping his wand. "Crucio!" he spat the curse and found himself smiling as the little girl immediately began to scream in pain.

"No! Stop it! Oh Merlin, stop it Parkinson, please!" Narcissa threw herself toward the voice of the child and covered her body with her own. Angel clung to her, trembling and sobbing harshly.

Malcolm, feeling his point had been made, relented and released the curse. "If that little bitch touches me again I'll kill her, I don't care what value she may have to me!" Parkinson snarled, glancing at his forearm, which was bleeding with very clear curved marks from her little teeth.

"Get up. Pick up the little beast and get on your feet!" Parkinson ordered, not getting close to them again.

Narcissa got slowly to her feet, holding the shaken and weeping child close to her as she forced her shaky legs to support them both. Travelling by sidealong apparition followed by being struck with the torture she had endured was not easy on her body. She was not a young woman anymore. "How am I to walk blinded…?" she asked quietly, not wanting to anger him further.

"Walk!" He snarled the order, pressing the tip of his wand directly into her spine.

Unable to see, Narcissa had no choice but to proceed forward. She made certain each foot was planted firmly before she moved her weight onto it, extending one hand before her to ensure that she caused no further harm to Angel, whispering soft soothing words to the girl. She had to be strong for Angel, to take care of her, to protect her as much as she could from Parkinson.

Malcolm prodded her in the spine to hurry her up but she continued to walk carefully. They passed through a door and she heard it clang shut behind them and a bolt slide home, followed by a spell to bind the door shut against all intruders. She felt the wand again in her back and when it moved to poke her in the left side, she started to turn right. He did not correct her but he moved it back to her spine when she had turned enough.

Eventually they passed through two more doors before the wand stopped prodding her; a door slammed behind them. Narcissa allowed herself to sink slowly to her knees, holding Angel close. "It's all right love… they'll find us… somehow, Lucius will find us…" she whispered, trembling, trying to keep from crying herself. Her vision was not returning; she knew she would be without any sight until at she was rescued.

She held the girl and whispered a soft lullaby to her, holding her in her arms with her back propped against the wall. After a while she heard Angel's breathing change from the hiccupping of suppressed sobs to the even breathing of sleep.

Lucius moved into his study to find Severus Snape already settled into a chair by the fire with a brandy in hand. He chuckled softly. "You've finished already…?" he asked.

Severus snorted. "Hardly. I've bound most of the more deadly spells he knows, secured them away until seventh year is complete or if a situation arises in which his own life is in peril. There is plenty he knows that should not be common knowledge for a child his age…"

"What sort of spells was he capable of doing?" Lucius asked quietly.

"All three of the Unforgiveable curses, plus several I created myself and a few that we had not known about. He not only knows these spells, Lucius; he was required to practice and perform each and every one of these spells on small animals until the spell was perfected."

"Sounds like Durmstrang training." Lucius observed rather distastefully.

"Of course it does; the teacher that Parkinson chose to teach offensive spells was one retired from Durmstrang. One of the more unpleasant spells that was not unforgiveable rips the victim's innards directly up and out of their mouths… the victim, I understand, chokes on their own intestines."

Lucius grimaced at the mental image. "I've read about that one. Unpleasant doesn't even begin to describe it. He was skilled at that spell as well?"

"Yes, with deadly precision." Severus said quietly. "I have locked that one away from his knowledge until he actually learns of it on his own, which isn't likely unless he gets into dark studies. I know that particular spell is in two texts in the forbidden section of the library at Hogwarts."

"Indeed… perhaps those books should be removed…" Lucius mused with a thoughtful frown. "Your old schoolbook left in the hands of that school caused quite enough damage…"

"I did not leave my schoolbook at the school; old Horace Slughorn took it with him." Severus said, remembering needing to heal Draco after Harry had attacked him in sixth year with Sectumsempra. "I hadn't been able to afford my own textbook that year and I had to borrow one of his books… he said I could have it, after all…"

"All in the past, my friend; all in the past." He soothed, taking another sip of his drink. "Well, it's nearing dinner… will you be staying?" He offered.

Severus nodded, giving him a faint smile. "Yes, if you don't mind. I think I should really remain here on the grounds until I have finished this work with each of the Circle children."

"Is there any reason you would need to stay close?"

"I want to ensure that none of the memories 'slips'…"

"I don't mind at all, truthfully; we are rather outnumbered by children around here after all…"

"I will not be changing nappies anytime soon, Lucius." Severus answered, frowning.

Lucius chuckled softly. "I wouldn't expect you to, old friend." He assured. "You know that we have more than enough rooms for you to stay quite comfortably…"

"Since you have given the rooms I usually use to Warrington, I suppose I will have to stay on the next floor; the sound of squalling children does not enhance my ability to sleep." Severus said sourly.

"I am a bit surprised, though… Your mates don't have an issue with you staying here for an extended time?"

Severus sipped his brandy, irritated by the memory of the row he had suffered through with each of his mates separately and then with both of them together on this very subject. "Saying that they simply have an issue with my being here is a massive understatement." He said with a sigh. "Remus is irritated at me for even suggesting that I stay here for a while and refuses to even listen to any of my explanations for why I must remain close while I ensure the work does not come unraveled. As for Nymphadora…" he shook his head, revealing that he was rather confused about how she was behaving. "Suffice it to say that she truly hasn't behaved normally since that night that Erik attacked me and sent me to St. Mungo's. She's very excitable about everything…"

"Well you WERE in a magically-induced coma for hours." Lucius pointed out. "They do have more than a legitimate reason to be concerned about your health."

"They haven't that much reason to worry, Lucius; I'm not working with any of these children conscious. I will be certain that each of them is asleep fully before I attempt to do anything with them; it worked quite well with Erik and I see no reason that it cannot be done the same with each of them. The only one I see that might be a problem is Alyssa; her siren and Selkie blood make it dangerous to give her the same sleeping potion."

"And they did not understand that you will not be in harm's way any longer?"

"Apparently they don't wish to hear that part of the explanation. Dora in particular wants me to break off all work with the children and force you to find someone else to tend to them. We had a rather heated argument about the whole thing two days ago. I tried to explain to her that you wouldn't want someone else knowing so many of the intimate details of the situation that would be required for someone to effectively do the job…"

"Exactly right; I would prefer to keep the existence of the Circle quiet until we have them behaving as normally as possible… did you work it out with her?"

"No. I tried for two days, and I finally just told her I would be here for a while, and she would just have to learn to deal with it. She is, of course, welcome to visit me here?"

"Naturally…"

"Thank you. I seriously doubt that we will see her here, though; she's simply livid that I refuse to give in and agree with her side of it all and that she and Remus have little effect upon the choices that I make."

Lucius frowned. "You aren't going to go home and work it out?"

"Time will work it out. I will be here a couple of weeks and when she sees that nothing happens, it will be clear that I was right. Then we can sit down and have a reasonable conversation about all of this." He said with a shrug.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Severus…" Lucius said warningly.

"Dangerous game…?"

"Yes; making your mates angry with you. I did that for a while when I supported the Dark Lord. Of course we both know that Narcissa was right all along…"

"Are you saying that they're right about the children? That they are too dangerous for me to work with?" Severus asked.

"They are dangerous, yes, but I'm not talking about the children. I'm talking about your mates."

Severus looked at him curiously. "I don't see this as a problem, honestly. I swear, Lucius, since your son got married to Potter you've become as big a meddler as Dumbledore was. Let me handle my own relationships and my mates, all right?"

Lucius chuckled softly, relaxing in his chair with his drink as well. "All right, if you swear to never compare me to Dumbledore again." He agreed.

Severus chuckled as well. "It's a deal, my old friend." He agreed.

"Master Malfoy; a box has arrived by owl." a house elf's squeaky voice piped up at Lucius' elbow. By the time the two looked in that direction there was no trace of the elf who had delivered the box.

Lucius turned his eyes to the table at his right; a platter had been placed there with a box that was three inches wide and eight inches long. He frowned slightly and picked up the box.

"Expecting a special delivery?" Severus asked.

"No, not at all… Warrington isn't working on anything that I'm aware of either…" he said as he unwrapped the plain brown paper to find a box within. He opened the box and stared at its contents as if he couldn't connect what he was seeing with reality, his face going blank.

"Lucius…?" Severus looked at him, concerned.

Lucius used his wand to levitate the contents of the box. A broken wand floated into view along with a white hair ribbon that had splatters of blood upon it tied about a lock of wavy black hair. His face drained of all traces of color.

"Narcissa and Angel…" Severus whispered, rising to his feet. "Is there a note?"

Lucius looked and gestured again, shaking his head mutely. A small crystal floated up out of the box; a memory crystal.

Severus reached out to take the crystal. "Shall I activate this?" He asked softly, and Lucius nodded, still unable to speak.

The memory sprang up from the crystal like a three dimensional image, showing a scene that focused only on the three key players in the scene; Narcissa, Angel, and a strange man they had never seen before. Narcissa lay upon the ground, her eyes staring and unseeing, screaming as she writhed in pain, the man's wand leveled at her. There was a scuffle and Angel was thrown roughly to the ground and the man used the Cruciatus curse on the six year old girl as well, smiling in grim satisfaction. Narcissa crawled blindly over to shelter the girl with her own body before the curse was lifted and allowed the girl to cry and scream in pain, finally able to get enough breath to do so. The crystal went dark.

"Malcolm bloody Parkinson… that bastard could make himself look like anyone with his potions and spells…" Severus murmured, white-faced as he stared at the memory crystal.

Lucius could not speak, his throat choked up with fear. What had Parkinson already done to them beside torture them and blind his wife…? What had he used to take her sight, was it reversible…? Horrors of torture and maiming danced through his mind and he found himself near panic.

"Lucius, we have to…" Severus started, turning his gaze to his friend, seeing the blank panic in his eyes. "Lucius, pull yourself together, they need us!" He said louder, reaching over to shake his friend.

Malfoy looked at him with haunted eyes, some sense beginning to come into them. "Severus… we have to get them back…"

"Of course we do." He said. "But we have to find where they were taken. Find what we can, and find them. Potter is a private investigator and Angel is his child; he will help to find her as I suspect Zabini will not hesitate to assist either..." he stopped talking because it was clear that his friend was no longer looking at him; his gaze was going past him.

"Angel...!" Lucius said in a voice that reflected horror.

Severus followed his gaze to see a little figure standing just beside the fireplace, looking a little confused and unsure. It was Angel, her hair without its ribbon, dress dirty, her lip split and bloodied. Severus could easily see every feature of the fireplace through the body of the little girl.

Although they were outside in the garden, both Harry and Draco heard the furiously snarled bellow of his father coming from within the manor right on the heels of a surge of uncontrolled magic so powerful that the foundation of the entire Manor trembled. "POTTER!"

Harry felt his face lose a shade of color. He sighed softly. "You know, Dray, I've faced a lot of powerful men in my life and not one of them really scared me at all... But your father has always had the ability to scare the bloody hell out of me..." he said, rising to his feet.

"Father works rather hard to maintain that persona; too... something must be horribly wrong..." Draco said, rising as well.

The two hurried into the manor; they could hear a ruckus from the children's wing as it seemed every one of the children was wailing in fear. Draco looked that direction worriedly but kept going with Harry.

The image of Angel watched worriedly as Lucius paced furiously. Severus had quickly left the room moments before the other man had lost his grip on his temper. He entered the room again moments before Harry and Draco came in as well.

"Father, what...?"

"You, Potter, are going to help me hunt down that thieving murderous son of a troll Parkinson! I want his head! I want that bastard to suffer for daring to TOUCH my family!" he snarled, his eyes burning with righteous fury.

"Nonno, you're scaring me..." Angel whispered, half-hiding behind the chair, gazing up at the man, attracting the attention of her two fathers.

Harry and Draco stared in shock at the specter of their sweet little Angel. "Merlin… sweet Merlin no…!" Harry whispered, gazing at her, feeling his knees suddenly lose all strength. He would have fallen if he had not seized the back of a chair with nerveless fingers. His daughter was a ghost… he'd lost Angel too.

"Angel...? What's going on father...?" Draco murmured, trembling as he slipped his arm through Harry's, giving his husband support.

Severus had an answer and he had no intention of allowing his friend to rage needlessly a moment longer. He approached Lucius, seizing his arm. The two locked gaze for a moment and Severus found himself looking into the furious gaze of his friend whose lip curled in a snarl as he attempted for a moment to pull his arm free.

Severus refused to allow his hand to be shaken off, using his strength gleaned from years of chopping, squeezing, and wrenching useful potions ingredients out of things to hold on tightly. For the span of a heartbeat Lucius considered attacking his old friend for even touching him.

"They're not dead, Lucius!" The dark-haired wizard stated in a very calm, firm voice, refusing to let his eyes leave those of his friend's.

Harry looked over at Severus as well, like a starving man yearning toward food. "Not dead…?"

"You're mad!" Lucius snarled. "Angel's ghost is right there!" he pointed an accusing finger toward the girl. "How in Merlin's name do you propose to explain that away?"

"No, Lucius; stop being a blind fool and simply look! They're alive!" He insisted, raising his hand to point at a rarely-viewed painting on the back wall of the study. "Look for yourself!" Severus demanded.

It was a wizard painting of a huge tree; its leaves gleamed green and were tinted with the silver of reflected moonlight. Lucius finally shook his hand free and turned, stalking to examine the painting. The room fairly vibrated with his fury as he stared at the tree.

It was no normal tree in this painting; Lucius' great-great grandfather had commissioned it to be painted by one of the greatest wizard painters in history. This tree showed several generations of the Malfoy clan. Each individual name was inscribed upon a branch on the tree, and each living member had a branch with plenty of rich green leaves that drifted in an unseen breeze. As an individual passed from this life to the next, the branch they 'owned' died off as well. Its leaves faded with severe illness and blackened. With their deaths, the leaves simply drifted to the ground leaving the branch bare. To prevent the tree from showing an entire crown of desiccated branches, the painter had included a twist to the magical spell that animated the portrait; the tree would show dead family members for only ten years after their passing. There was only one branch that was dead and bare, showing no leaves whatsoever; it was the branch with the name of Andie Malfoy-Potter.

In contrast to that branch, the branches with the names of Angel Malfoy-Potter and Narcissa Malfoy were still green and clearly strong. "Your family tree doesn't lie, Lucius; you know it shows only the truth now that Warrington has cleared up the mess that he made with his potions."

"I never noticed that painting..." Harry murmured softly. He felt some color returning to his face at that revelation. She was ALIVE…

Lucius touched the painting, gazing at the names, then he turned back to look at the translucent little girl. "Then how are you here, little one?" He asked, with a herculean effort to restrain his fury as to stop frightening her.

She hesitated in answering, daunted by his displays of fury that had just passed. "I don't know Nonno... I just needed to come get you so you can save Nona and me." she said softly, moving out from behind the chair to gaze up at him.

"How is she doing this?" Lucius asked, a muscle in his cheek twitching from the effort of controlling himself. He looked at Harry, eyes narrowed. "I thought her mother was a muggle, Potter!"

Harry didn't answer immediately, taking a few long moments to gather his wits. He was feeling like he was in shock right now. Angel wasn't dead, but she'd been kidnapped by that twisted bastard Parkinson. The last thing that she needed was for Harry to fall apart at the seams. She would need her father to be as cool and to use every ounce of his professionalism as he could in order to be able to reach her quickly. "I don't know anything about her mother, really..." Harry admitted quietly.

"What? Why the bloody hell not? Severus, I want Hermione Weasley here immediately! Get that mudblood witch here, now!" He growled.

"Now YOU'RE the one who's balmy, Lucius." Severus responded, turning away to gaze at Angel thoughtfully. "After Pansy's failed attempt they won't even let anyone see her, much less allow her out of the Ministry..."

"Firecall the Minister." He ordered Severus in a growl, moving to kneel before Angel. He felt his heart being slowly shredded; looking at the child and being unable to help clean the dirt off her face or treat her bruises was tearing him apart inside. "Angel, is there anything you can tell me about what happened? About where you may be...?"

She frowned in thought, putting one finger beside her mouth and holding her elbow with her other hand. "We were shopping and already got the baby's stuff, I was looking for something for Alyssa and this bad man grabbed me... he took me away like you did when we went to the store to get Tia. It got all blurry and I heard Nona yell, and then we were in a big open place. He hurt Nona and I hurt him back..."

"You hurt him...?" he asked.

She nodded, looking a little frightened about her action yet proud of herself for defending her grandmother. "He was hurting her so I punched him in the nose and told him you and daddy and papa were going to be really mad at him..."

"Good girl." Lucius wished he could gather the child into his arms but she was untouchable.

"And then we went again but she didn't let go she had his coat thing and when we got to where we were going he made it so Nona couldn't see and he took away her wand and I got real mad and had to stop him..."

Harry was standing beside Lucius now. "You hurt him again? It's dangerous to make that man angry, my Angel..."

"I bit him and he..." she trembled visibly. "He hurt me when he said crisso and it hurt really bad but Nona made him stop." Tears rolled down her pale dirt streaked cheeks. "He put us in a room and went away; Nonna said he locked it with magic."

"I have the minister." Severus straightened from the fireplace.

Lucius rose. "Talk to your father, Angel. I will be just a moment..."

"Angel..." Harry knelt now. "Tell me everything about where you are..."

"It's just a room daddy..."

"Yes, it's just a room love. But what do you see? What do you hear in that room? What do you smell? Is there dust in the room? Anything you can see, anything you can tell us will help us find you and Narcissa." Harry said in a soft, urgent tone.
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