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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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MEANWHILE, AT HOME...

“There you are little one.” Blaise smiled as he finished brushing out Angel’s hair. He had brought her home and taken the time to tend her few injuries, to get her in a bubble bath and wash her hair. He’d used a warming spell to get her curly hair dry and finally he brushed it all out. “All clean and ready for bed.”

She looked up at him. “I am sleepy, but I have something I really want to do…”

“The gift for Alyssa?” Blaise asked with a smile.

“Yes, Uncle Blaise… can I take it to her? Please?” she asked eagerly.

He chuckled softly and set her down on her feet and reached into his pocket, getting the item that he had gathered for her. “Careful now, make sure no one touches what’s inside, all right?”

“I’ll be very careful, I promise.” Angel assured, beaming up at him, her eyes sparkling.

He chuckled softly and kissed her on the forehead. “Go on, little one. I’ll get your bed ready for when you get back, hmmm?”

“Thank you, Uncle Blaise.” She said happily, flashing him a heartbreakingly sweet smile before she scurried out the door with her gift carefully held in both her hands. Blaise watched her go, wondering for the thousandth time how anyone could possibly hurt that sweet girl or find her any sort of a problem at all.

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Angel peeked into the room that had been Draco’s as a child to see that Alyssa was perched on the settee in the common area of their complex of rooms, hugging her stuffed ‘Thulu in her arms, already dressed in her frilly pink nightdress. Mallek and Alerick were out of sight but she could hear a nanny working to get the two dressed in their room. Erik and Erin were both still dressed but sitting at a table having cookies as they awaited their turn to get ready for bed.

The redheaded girl looked over and jumped down to move to meet Angel. “Oh, you’re okay…! I heard them talking and they said that the bad guy got you! I was so worried, because I saw what they did to my daddy and I was scared that you’d be hurt too…” she said, giving the dark-haired girl a hug.

“He wanted to give me away but Daddy and Nonno got there and Uncle Blaise brought me home.” She said, hugging the girl back warmly, happy that her friend cared so much about her. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry I didn’t get that present for you when we were shopping. I really looked and looked but I couldn’t find anything…” Angel began.

“That’s okay, I guess… after you left, Papa Weasley came over and he played with me until bedtime. It was okay to stay here, really.” Alyssa shrugged, looking at Angel curiously. The other girl was far too excited to be simply coming to apologize.

“But I did promise and my mommy always told me that promises are important. I tried and tried but promised and I don’t forget my promises. I couldn’t find anything for you but I thought that I might get you something to give to your daddy.”

“You did…?” She asked, looking very surprised and pleased. “My daddy will like it…?”

“Uncle Blaise helped me to find it and he says your daddy will really, really like it and Mr. Snape.” She said, carefully pulling out the folded up handkerchief.

Alyssa smiled at the last name. “I like Mr. Snape, he’s very nice and he helped me.” She said, remembering how he had helped her to get rid of the dreams. “What is it?”

Angel slipped the wrapped up handkerchief out of the pocket of her robe. “Uncle Blaise says you can’t touch it. They’re the shells of a funny little gold bird.”

“Why can’t I touch it?” she asked curiously.

“Uncle Blaise said not to, that they wouldn’t be any good if you touch them so I didn’t.” Angel said, glancing at the nannies, which were moving to get Erik and Erin and ushering them off to change. “I think that you should go and give it to your daddy right now.” She suggested.

“All right… thank you Angel!” She said, hugging her impulsively.

Angel returned the hug. “I hope it helps.” She said softly. “I want you to have your family too, both your daddies.”

“It has to…thank you so much.” She said, gazing at the item in her hands with clear hope.

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Narcissa stepped out of the bath, feeling along the rail on the wall until she located her plush robe, which she slipped onto her shoulders and wrapped up in. Severus had sent for the family medi-wizard the moment they had arrived but the healer’s assistant had responded, telling Severus that the medi-wizard was currently attending to an emergency regarding a troubled pregnancy and the birth of a baby.

Severus had offered to assist her with getting everything prepared for her bath but the house elves insisted on taking care of her. He had wisely allowed them to do so, instead going to check on the children.

The Malfoy matriarch made her way carefully across the bathroom and entered her bedroom, her hands held out in front of her. She found her table and her favorite chair and sighed as she sank down into it. She was home, she was safe. It was finally over.

There was a timid knock on the door and she turned her face in that direction out of habit; she could see nothing at all. “Excuse me, missus…?” A timid female voice asked.

“What is it?” Narcissa asked.

“My Lord would not rest without saying good night to you.” She said.

“Mum-mum.” She heard the unmistakable voice of Mallek. “Mine. My Mum-mum.” He said firmly.

Narcissa smiled and held out her arms. “Of course; bring him to me, would you?”

“Here you are, my Lord Mallek…” the nanny moved in and set the little boy into Narcissa’s lap.

“Ma’ek’s mum-mum.” The dark-haired little boy said firmly, happily gazing up at her. “Mine.”

“Have you been a good boy, Mallek?” She asked him, her face turned toward him.

A frown touched his lips as he looked at her. “Mum-mum?” he reached up to touch her eye.

She didn’t even see his finger coming as she still had no vision, but she did react instantly, reaching to catch his hand when he touched her eyelid. “Oh, oh no Mallek, you mustn’t touch my eyes. I can’t see right now…” She said soothingly.

“Mum-mum look Ma’ek!” He insisted, reaching up to put one hand on each side of her face, turning it toward him.

She smiled indulgently. “It will be all right, little one…”

“No!” He said, pouting. “LOOK Ma’ek!” He said and Narcissa felt a flood of power wash across her face; her entire face burned a bit then tingled. Unsure what he was doing, she caught up both his hands in hers to pull them away gently but stopped, realizing that she could make out shapes and colors now… her eyesight was being restored by this insistent little toddler. “Mum-mum look!”

“I’m looking, little one…” she murmured, gazing at him in complete surprise, caressing the babe’s cheek. “How did you…?”

“These children are full of surprises, aren’t they?” Severus commented from the doorway. He had returned to check on her with their family medi-wizard just behind him.

Narcissa gave the boy a warm loving hug. “Oh, yes, they are…” she agreed.

Mallek hugged her back. “MY mum-mum.” He said firmly, eyeing Severus with more than a little trepidation. Every time that Severus had been around, something had happened that had NOT made the little boy happy and he did not have his guards around right now… he frowned at the man. “Bad man. My mum-mum.”

“I think I shall simply stand back here; it will make the child feel more self-assured.” Severus said, stepping back out of the way. “But perhaps it would be better if Mallek were returned to his own quarters while you are being examined, Narcissa.” He suggested.

“Come, my prince.” The nanny said, moving forward. “Your mummy must see the medi-wizard now…”

Mallek pouted, hanging stubbornly onto her robe. “Mine.” He sulked.

“Now now, little one. You go on with your nanny, and I will come kiss you goodnight in your bed in a few minutes, all right?” she suggested, gently disentangling Mallek’s fingers from her robe and stroking his cheek, turning his until his eyes met hers, loving every inch of that pale little face. She gave him a tender kiss. “Now then, no more fuss; I will be all right with my physician, little one.”

The medi-wizard made his way past Severus and to Narcissa’s side. “No harm will come to her, little man.” He assured in his best bedside manner. At Mallek’s very serious expression, he smiled. This was, after all, a Malfoy child even if he did not look like one and as such should be treated with respect. “You have my bond, young one. No harm will come to her while I am with her.”

Mallek stared at him a long moment, then nodded once sharply, as if giving this man permission to look after his mother, holding out his arms to the nanny to allow her to pick him back up.

“I will see you soon, young Mallek.” Narcissa smiled.

“Night night, my Rik now!” Mallek commanded; he pointing imperiously at the door once he was settled in his nanny’s arms. Obediently she carried him out of the room.

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Alyssa pushed open the door to the lab and stood a few minutes, watching her father work on his potions. He was so focused he continued to work without even noticing that she was there. “Mr. Warrington…? Can I talk to you?” She asked in a soft timid voice.

He almost jumped, looking over at her with surprise. “I thought you were already in bed, Lady Alyssa…”

“May I talk with you? Please…?” she asked softly.

He pushed back from the table and cast a stasis spell on the potion that he was working on. “Of course you may, my lady. You know I am always at your command.” He answered. “Do you know if Weasley has left yet?”

She shrugged, truly not aware of the answer to that. “I dunno…” she moved into the room toward him.

He rose with a grimace of pain that he quickly hid. His body was still healing from the abuse that Pansy had put it through. “Come on; you ought to be in bed.” he said, walking with a bit of a limp. He moved to take her hand and to walk with her back to the nursery.

“I know that, but I have something for you.” Alyssa said, resisting his pull on her hand.

He hesitated, and then nodded. He may as well let her give him whatever this thing was; Merlin knows he’d never be able to tell her no anyway. He lifted her up to the edge of a clear table and sank to a seat on a stool. “All right, my lady. Tell me what is it you’ve found?” He asked, giving the girl his undivided attention. Silently she held out the wrapped handkerchief.

Frowning but very curious now about what she would have found lying about that she would have been permitted to give to him as a gift, Warrington took the kerchief of silk with the “BZ” insignia upon the corner into the palm of his right hand. Blaise Zabini…? What did he have to do with anything? He pushed the thought out of his mind and lifted the flap of the small packet. The first gleam of gold and silver made him stop, his eyes widening. He looked at Alyssa then back into his hand.

Shells. Not just any shells, but about a full five ounces of shards of the silver, golden-speckled shells of a Snidget. This was not only a rare, but also an almost unheard-of ingredient since the protection of the species. “Where… where did you get this?” he asked, looking at the little girl before him perched on the edge of the table. He found he was quite happy at the moment that he was sitting; this gift in his hand was worth a small fortune and if he had not already been seated he might have just fallen in shock.

Her eyes were large and glistening with tears as she gazed back at him. “I wanted to make you happy. Do you like it daddy…? Um… I mean… Mr. Warrington…?” she asked softly, hope clear in every word.

“You will never know how much I like this gift, Alyssa. I like your gift very much.” He said quietly. He was taken completely aback by the gift.

“Can I… Can I please have a hug?” She asked in a soft whisper.

He set the gift carefully aside; one touch from a human finger would ruin the shells’ most valuable properties. Then he rose to his feet and scooped her up into his arms. “Thank you, Alyssa. I don’t know how the blazes you got hold of them, but thank you.” He said, giving the girl the one thing she wanted the most; not only his attention but clear unfettered affection. She smiled happily and rested her head on his shoulder, contented to just stay there in his arms.

“Come on, my little Lady. You need to be abed.” He said gently, stroking her hair. She hung onto him so he just turned, limping carefully out of the room and back up the hall.
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