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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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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey all; we got a review with a lot of pertinent questions that we felt compelled to answer on another site; see the review at the end of this chapter for answers!

The sun rose over the horizon to light the beginning of a beautiful day. It was the first full day of warm sunshine promised by the forecasters on the wizarding radio, and their statements seemed to be holding true so far. As far as the eye could see, the sky was a deep azure blue with only the slimmest wispy clouds drifting lazily across the sky and the crisp morning air was warming quickly and dispersing what little fog remained clinging in patches to the ground. The flowers in the garden sparkled with tiny drops of dew, drawing in butterflies and tiny flitting pixies to dance amongst their petals. Angel's kneazle kit Tia was skulking about in the bushes, hunting the pixies; she had already caught two by the time that the doors and windows of the great manor were thrown open to the gentle warm breeze to allow the air perfumed with new grass and the scent of honeysuckle and lilac blossoms to fill its many halls.

Lucius Malfoy strode out of the French doors and onto the back deck, used for entertainment of guests. He did not stop there, glancing back behind him. There was a literal parade of children following him; he couldn't help but feel like he was the Pied Piper, magically summoning the children away from stupid arrogant Muggles who had refused to pay the wizard's fee for ridding the town of rats.

In the lead were the Dark Circle children. Alerick was walking beside the nursemaid who carried Mallek, one hand up to hold the baby's hand as they walked. Behind him were the guardians, their faces still holding the sullen mistrustful look and ensuring that they remained between the Prince and anything or anyone else. Alyssa was right behind them, her horrible looking stuffed doll held in her arms, looking rather curious and excited. The five of them were the quietest out of all the children, asking nothing at all. Close behind them were Angel and Rose, walking hand in hand. Behind them were the other children, the littlest of all being carried by nurses. Astrid didn't seem to care at all, happily chewing on a piece of melba toast and getting the nanny who carried her covered with the cookie mess.

Draco and Harry followed as well, Draco holding their newborn son. The dew on the grass was dampening their shoes but no one complained, following the head of the Malfoy clan across the clean cut thick grass toward what looked like a giant overgrown shrub with tangled English ivy.

Lucius drew his wand and waved it; the shrubbery and ivy parted to reveal a pair of doors that were shut. He halted in front of it and turned to face those who followed him. "Now you all are to share what lies inside, do we all understand...?" He asked in a gentle yet firm tone.

"Yes, Lord Father Malfoy." The circle children chanted almost in unison. Angel half-giggled then repeated them, but Rose simply nodded her head.

"Very good." He said, turning and waving his wand again.

The great doors opened to reveal a vast play yard there in the western quarter of the grounds. A giant playground of wood that resembled nothing less than a castle stood with round parapets and towers and a maze-like interior. It had many swings for infants and young children, slides, bouncy toys, things to bang on to make music, and instead of a moat there was a track where children could race brooms without endangering others. There was a covered patio area with tables and easels and paints for those who preferred that activity, and there were play wands and clothes in open trunks to play dress up. There was even a small hedge maze and garden of flowers. A small merry-go-round was to the south end of it all, the creatures impaled upon the poles and waiting to be ridden were enchanted carvings, stomping and breathing puffs of smoke as the dragons, unicorns and other beasties moved around and around to the soft yet bright and sprightly music.

For the smaller children there was a miniature version of the castle, with much gentler angled slides and easier to climb steps but they had all the activities of the larger children.

The children seemed frozen, staring inside at all the things to do. Lucius smirked, gazing down at them. For one long moment Harry was reminded of Charlie and the Chocolate factory, with Willie Wonka standing in the way of the children and the wonderland he had created of an edible garden. "Well, shall we head back to the mansion or would you all like to get a bit of fresh air today?" he prompted, giving Alerick a gentle nudge.

"No, sir; please, let us play...?" Alerick said, gazing up at him. He still had the mannerisms of an adult but clearly was every bit child.

Lucius smiled and stepped aside to allow them all inside.

Draco moved in, gazing about in wonder and delight. "My goodness Father, this is fantastic! When did you manage to do all of this?"

"I've had time." Lucius shrugged modestly, strolling in himself. "The playroom in the ballroom works well enough, but it is coming time for the Solstice Ball and I must allow these little ones to continue to have a safe place to play. Besides, they need to be able to run and to learn to ride brooms, as all wizarding children do."

"Its brilliant. Absolutely brilliant." Harry murmured as the children spread out across the playground with squeals of delight. The ground was covered with a thick spongy mat of grass green that seemed firm when you stood still but when you moved it was soft and gave easily underfoot. "This will be fantastic on those good days in summer..."

"It will be fantastic year round." Lucius corrected. "There is an enchanted roof upon this play area; quite grown over with protective ivy and carefully tended shrubberies. Our house elves have been quite excited by the idea of an 'outdoor indoor' play area."

"You can't even tell there's anything up there." Harry complimented, gazing upward at the clear blue sky with wispy pale white clouds.

"Of course. I wanted the children to be able to see the sun. It will always be comfortable within these walls to play. The house elves, especially your elf, Draco, had a lot of excitement building all of this."

"I bet they did... but the ponies won't like the flooring." Draco commented, moving to where there were adult tables and chairs set up to monitor the children and taking a seat.

"No, the ponies do not like it. But the children can go outside of here in small groups to ride ponies." Lucius answered, making it clear that the idea had occurred to him as well. He watched with a smile as Angel and Rose hurried to the broom races, joined only a moment later by Alyssa.

Mallek demanded to be taken to the top of the castle and Alerick snatched up a crown and followed, placing it on the baby's head as he sat on the throne in the top center of the castle, visible from all sides. Mallek giggled and kicked, clearly very pleased with himself.

The guardians walked around the perimeter, clearly checking the fence. Lucius watched them in particular; he knew that Severus was still uncertain of how these two were going to handle their lost memories and the fact that they could not perform as was instinct to them now. Erik led his sister back over to the adults and gazed up at Lucius. "Lord Father, are we safe here?" he asked softly.

Lucius' smile grew; the boy was actually going to allow him to decide the safety of the situation instead of insisting on securing it himself. He would have to remember to tell Severus of this huge leap of faith by this little one. "Yes, Erik. This playground is completely enclosed, and rests inside the shields and wards that I reinforce myself every day. You will be safe." He assured. "As will young Mallek."

Erik bowed very solemnly and formally. "Thank you, Lord Father Malfoy." He said gravely, then he and his twin looked at each other and broke into a run. To the surprise of the adults, they did not run after the wands or off to follow Mallek; instead they ran for the patio with the paints and easels.

Draco rose. "I think I'll go and join them over there… they're likely to get more paint on themselves than the paper…" he chuckled, moving off with his baby cradled contently in his arm.

Harry watched him go with a loving smile, then the upcoming situation impinged upon his thought again. He glanced at his watch; there were two more hours before the scheduled viewing of the vengeance that he and Lucius Malfoy had wreaked upon Malcolm Parkinson in the settling of the blood feud. He was NOT looking forward to that at all; each time he had gone before them it had been more than simply stressful. He had nearly gotten sick each time.

The first time he had gone before the Wizengamot was when he was nearly kicked out of school for protecting his cousin Dudley from the Dementors just before his sixth year of school. The second time he had to appear before them was shortly after the death of Voldemort. Because the man had been killed by magic they wanted to put Harry in Azkaban for using the forbidden curses. That had not been pleasant at all, but their decision, which was barely in his favor, acquitted him of any time in that hellhole.

Then he had been forced to appear several times to defend Draco; first to clear his name of the accusations that had been laid upon him then to continue to defend his name. He had been before them again just a year after the loss of Andie. Someone had gotten into their head that Draco had turned to dark magic in his grief following that time and that Harry was covering it up. He had submitted his own wand to have all its previously worked spells viewed by the panel of wizards, proving that he had not nullified any dark magic spells cast or evil potions brewed by his husband.

That's when Harry had proceeded to have a field day, telling them that he was going to seal his memory of this in a phial and if any of them accused his husband again of any sort of evil magic without some sort of base in reality, he would personally file a suit against them for fouling the name of Malfoy. He had put in no uncertain terms that he would seek financial retribution against them each and every one if they dared to harass Draco any longer. He hadn't known about blood feud at the time, or he might have even been angry enough to file that against them and use it as leverage... all he had wanted and still wanted was for them to simply leave the two of them alone.

Harry considered his drink a moment more, then looked at Lucius. Something had been bothering him for a very long time and he simply had to ask; there would be no more suitable time than the present. "Mr. Malfoy, may I ask you something...?"

Lucius looked over at him, quirking an eyebrow curiously. "Of course you may, Potter, but I may choose not to answer."

"I know you loved my dad deeply, I've seen and understand that completely. What I don't understand is why..." Harry struggled to put the words in the proper order; he did not want to offend this man who seemed to be finally forming a bond with him.

Lucius flicked his still drawn wand and produced a privacy spell; the children needed to know none of this and he would explain to his son if he asked. "Why did I choose to follow the Dark Lord while James still lived?" Lucius finished for him, .

"Well, yes." Harry agreed quietly.

The elder Malfoy called for a house elf and had drinks brought and Harry looked rather surprised at the familiar little ceramic bottle of Tullamore Dew. "I know its early, but we have a stressful and trying time coming up this morning. And it is still not easy for me to speak of such things." Lucius said dismissively, pouring them each a small shot of the amber liquid. He sipped his whiskey, still amazed that muggles could make a drink that was so powerful and smooth without a bit of magic. The Tullamore Dew that Harry had introduced him to was now his favorite drink, though he had learned to sip it quite slowly or risk being completely drunk very quickly. Harry remained silent; waiting for the reply he was sure that Lucius was about to give. "The Dark Lord was a very powerful man; in those days his power was nearing its peak. The mad, twisted creature you battled with the created body had perhaps three quarters the power that he had possessed before his near destruction."

"I didn't know he was even stronger..."

"You had no way to know that." Lucius brushed it off as lack of knowledge and sighed softly as he decided to change focus for a moment. "You were muggle raised, weren't you?" he asked. At Harry's nod he asked a second question. "Tell me, Potter, what were you taught of the afterlife? In what religion were you raised?"

"My family were church-going, they went to the local Catholic church. But I wasn't allowed to go to church with them. I was, after all, just a freak and not worthy of going with them..."

"I see. I suppose that was the same with the Dark Lord, as he grew up in that orphanage. Had you been raised in a wizarding household you would have learned our view of death; it is not the end of things but only the next adventure. The immortality that the Dark Lord desired to grasp as his own was right in front of him; he just had never been taught how to see it."

"I don't understand either." Harry admitted.

"Your children, Harry. Your blood. Why do you think I was so angry with you marrying my Dragon? The Potter bloodline was dying with you. My James would never be able to return to me."

"Through my bloodline...? How? I still don't understand..."

"As long as the bloodline continues, a wizard has a chance to be reborn. James can only be reborn into the Potter line; with your marrying my son there would be no more Potter line."

"I see." Harry said softly.

"That's why Draco found James waiting in limbo. He is waiting for me to join him, so that when we are reborn it will be together, at the same time. So we will be much as you and Draco are. The same age, acceptable as a couple, able to live our lives together."

"That's all quite intriguing, but what does that have to do with Voldemort?"

Lucius still flinched slightly at the statement of the name. He sighed at his own reaction and set his glass down. "Because I was lost. I was confused, I was almost mad with grief. After a full year's relationship, James was suddenly cold as ice to me. He had turned from me and was not only refusing my advances; he attacked me twice to convince me he did not want any part of my attention any longer. He laughed at me when I asked where our child was. The Dark Lord saw my distress and took advantage of it, as he was wont to do; he told me that he was the one who had changed James."

"How could he claim that? If he had used Imperious on my dad he would have done more than just try to make you leave him alone…"

"The Dark Lord claimed to have stolen his soul." Lucius answered quietly.

"His soul…?"

"If the soul of a wizard is destroyed, they can be no more. They will never be reborn and they will be lost forever." Lucius said. "The Dark Lord informed me that he had found a way to capture the souls of wizards, and that was the cause of James' rejection and changed attitude toward me."

"But how could he have…?"

"How did he find out to do any of the things he did, Potter? The man sliced up his own soul into seven pieces and put them into horcruxes to protect his own despicable life. If he could do that with his own soul, why is it such a stretch of the imagination to think that he could do that to the soul of another?"

"I can see how you could believe it." Harry admitted, looking troubled.

"He said that he would destroy James' soul if I were to defy him in any way. I had no choice; as long as the man I loved and who had once loved me so deeply rejected me I believed the Dark Lord's story. I complied with most of his commands but I did not kill for him. I never killed for him."

"That's what saved you at the Trials."

"Yes. I intended to kill the Dark Lord once my James had died... but I dared not. James' soul was trapped, held by him and there was no knowing what he would do with it, where he had hidden it. If his soul was destroyed I would never be able to rejoin him... when the Dark Lord was stopped in his mad rampage by you, Harry, I started to search. I made it a personal goal to obtain every item, every relic that the Dark Lord had ever touched, to try to free my James..."

"But you never succeeded because it was all a lie."

"I did not know that until Draco showed us both the truth. Now I know that he awaits me..." his eyes turned to the children on the playground. "And I have nothing to hold against you, marrying my son. All the little ones out there; they are our immortality." he said, allowing himself to smile as he imagined his future.

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Lucius stepped out of the fireplace, taking a moment to use a spell to purge his robes of any trace of soot. He was in his most formal robes, clothing specially selected to impress upon anyone who might look his way that he was important and influential and it would be unwise to get in his way. He flicked his long white hair back over his shoulder and glanced at the next fireplace where Harry was arriving. Harry started to brush his clothes clean but Lucius rolled his eyes, using his wand to rid Harry's clothing of the soot as well.

"Oh... um, thanks..." Harry said softly, smoothing his robes a little self-consciously. He was not used to wearing formal robes at all and they felt like they were choking him.

"There is only one chance to make a good impression, Potter." Lucius said, turning on one heel and leading the way. Harry fell into step beside him, walking quietly. He was nervous as hell and he thought that if he hadn't had that bit of whiskey today it would even be worse. The walk down the halls where the Wizengamot held court was fraught with memories he couldn't help but recall... He glanced at Lucius, who had a faint smile on his lips and strode onward with purpose and no hesitation whatsoever.

Lucius gestured with his wand to open the door as they approached the viewing room and strode inside without even hesitating. Two chairs awaited them in the stands, clearly left empty for them. In the center of the room was a large penseive and a strange device over the top of it; it looked like a reversed funnel with the tip barely touching the swirling silver liquid in the bowl. A ministry employee that Harry remembered from their visit the other night was standing beside the shallow marble bowl, clearly waiting to activate the device.

The Minister of Magic had been sitting in his seat at the head of the panel of wizards and witches that made up the Wizengamot. He rose when both Harry and Lucius had taken their seats, pounding his gavel on the sounding block until the room came to silence. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen; thank you all for your interest in this situation. You all know the severity of any blood feud called within our worlds; with good cause and reason blood feud was declared by these two wizards…" he gestured at Harry and Lucius, "… because of atrocities that had been perpetrated against their families."

"They know that, I'm sure." Lucius drawled, quite relaxed in his seat.

The minister gave him an irritated glance but continued as if he had not been interrupted. "You have assembled to view the outcome of the blood feud…"

"That has not yet been concluded." Lucius interrupted once more.

"…that remains open." The minister confirmed. There were multiple whispers all about the room at that statement. "Begin the viewing." He ordered his underling.

The minister employee turned to the funnel-like device and did a complicated set of gestures with his wand, muttering spells under his breath to activate it. The silvery substance began to swirl faster and then seemed to be sucked up into the funnel; an image was projected upward above the wider opening, showing Malcolm Parkinson bound up in front of both Harry and Lucius, Ron still in the room. It was as if the torture was about to be done there in the center of the room; the funnel and penseive were no longer visible.

The room was completely silent as the memory began to play out.

Harry watched himself and Lucius proceed with the torture and he closed his eyes; he didn't need to watch what he had already experienced. Lucius watched with cool detachment, showing no emotion as things progressed.

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When the entire scene had played itself out to the end the room returned to its normal setting. The room sat in silence for a few moments then people began to talk in soft murmurs as they rose to their feet.

Someone muttered "I knew Malfoy had that in him, but Potter…?"

Another answered "Hey; that Parkinson stole his kids. Potter's always been all about families."

"Never expected that level of violence though…"

"They did to him what he did to them…"

"Bastard deserved worse. I would have healed the bastard up and then done it all again, several times!" Another grumbled; clearly he had wanted to see a lot more gore.

The conversations quieted a bit when Lucius rose, turning to eye the audience. "I can guarantee you that the same fate awaits anyone who claims any connection to the Parkinson family name, should they demonstrate any of the madness that Malcolm Parkinson showed in his life. My blood feud remains active and will not be deemed closed until not one member of that family claims blood rights." He announced to the crowd in a strong, confident voice. "And they can expect, at minimum, the same treatment that you all just viewed."

Harry rose to his feet as well, finding he really did not want to look out over those who had come to witness this. He would rather not know who was here and who was not; he wasn't interested in anything more than to get back home to his family. "Can we leave now?" he asked Lucius in a very quiet tone.

"We can." Lucius nodded, turning away and back to the door. He turned on one heel and those exiting the room cleared a path before them. Lucius smirked and gestured to Harry, who led the way out of the room without a single word.

The moment they left the room the level of conversation rose exponentially as those who had viewed the torture discussed the methods used and what they would have used themselves. Harry felt rather nauseated at the whole procedure; he would not have attended this viewing if it had not been required of him.

**********************************AUTHORS' NOTE ON REVIEW***************************************************

1) Okay, so one of the reasons that Lucius wants to kill off all the Parkinsons is to keep Pansy and her dad from coming back?

2) I do not remember reading anywhere that Warrington has told Lucius/Harry that Alerick has to bond with Mallek by the time he is 13. This might be a bit weird since Mallek will only be 10 1/2.

3) I don't remember seeing anything else about the Prophecy since it was mentioned to Tonks by Beibel. Has it been followed up?

4) Is Harry going to continue on the blood feuds against the families that were carrying his daughters when they died? There hasn't been any further mention of that, and Harry seems to be pretty sick of the entire mess at this point.

Still enjoying the story and watching the Dark Circle children evolving back into children has been very interesting.

First and foremost, thank you for the review! We think that its great that we have some readers that are paying close enough attention to see these details! Let's get your questions answered for you.

1. You hit the nail on the head. Lucius wants to be sure there will be no return of Malcolm Parkinson or his wayward daughter. His beliefs would not allow him to act any differently, and if his family magically disavows their connection to the Parkinson name all bonds will be severed.

2. Very astute of you to catch that. There are a lot of things that Warrington knows about the children that he has not felt it necessary to divulge as of yet. It will be years before that tidbit has to be revealed, and it will be revealed, not to worry. Yes, it would be very weird if there had to be sexual contact to activate the bond, but thankfully that is not a requirement. A simple bonding ceremony will take care of that; an exchange of promise rings will be all that is required since the two of them are not being kept apart.

3. The prophecy. It was a sideline that we may soon focus on; at least a brief look to check on its validity and its source. As Bebel was located in Germany a trip there might be required in order to find the information and the one who gave the prophecy.

4. You're very right; Harry has had his fill of vengeance. The trial for Hermione is coming up, the ones who hurt his baby girl are dead, and he has his husband and is surrounded by children. He wants to be happy. He has no intention of pursuing it any longer. Remember, though, that the girls were also Lucius' grandchildren. And he has no problem pursuing each and every one of them, especially as they all had, at one time, willingly followed the Dark Lord and most bear Dark Marks.
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