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The Dove	By : lexiatel Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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He was Hogwart's Potions Master before the take over, and had been able to make claim to his classroom. The very same one he, himself, was taught Potions in. He thought of that teacher who schooled him. How wise that professor had been for as young as he was. It was a shame the teacher never had children of his own. They would have been just as brilliant.
He impatiently tapped on the desk with his knuckles, waiting for the brew that sat before him to croak. It was an invention of his own, allowing quicker access to the property he needed. However, there were two drawbacks. One, you needed human blood, thus you would be considered a bit cannibal when you drank it, and two, the lasting effects were much shorter than the other.
He rolled a bloody cotton ball in his hand-the main ingredient to this potion-, deep in thought. The plan had to work, else their was little hope. It was a good one though, and he hardly doubted it. He just hoped everyone involved would cooperate. The people he had to deal with were often too stubborn and there was really no time for that. They didn't trust him, but they would have to. This time, at the very least.
Finally the brew let out a low croak, almost sounding like a bullfrog call. He stirred it counter clock wise three times, then clockwise four times, and another two the opposite direction again. Now he could add the bloody cotton ball.
The potion hissed and immediately foamed to the brim. He blew on it- an actual step to the concoction- before declaring it ready.
After conjuring up five empty vials with a wave of his wand, he filled them completely.
"Bottoms up." He muttered. Pinching his nose, he gulped down one of them. This was the foulest tasting thing he'd come across.
* * *
Dove lay on the bed in a ball. It was more comfortable than the floor, but it had no blankets, and she was still in the nude.
She had been crying for hours. She was frightened, lonely, and helpless. There was nothing she could do. And in a week, Scorpius would follow out his plans.
He would rape her.
He would have to, because there was no way in hell she would have sex with him willingly. He was psychotic. He killed many people, including her little cousin, and he threatened the lives of many others. Some of those lives were her little nieces and nephews. How could he even think of hurting such innocent little children? She sobbed at the thought, wiping her snotty nose on the mattress.
He's a monster. A monster!
"Master says His Mistress must eat this cup of soup now." Dubsey's friendly voice spoke from the side of the bed as she placed a tray of food on the nearby nightstand.
"I can't." Dove whimpered.
"Master Scorpius says he will force feed His Mistress if His Mistress refuses to eat. Dubsey suggests to His Mistress to follow Master's orders. Master Scorpius is not a wizard to piss off." The house elf bowed before stepping back to allow Dove her space.
"Are you going to watch me?" Dove asked.
Dubsey simply nodded.
Dove took the cup of soup into her shaking hands and sipped it. Creamy Potato soup. It was good, just as she remembered eating at Hogwarts when she were younger. A time in her life that she cherished. One with no war. No brutal deaths. No rapes.
The cup slipped from her hands and toppled onto the floor.
"His Mistress is alright?" Dubsey asked.
"I didn't get burned, if that's what you mean." Dove answered crossly.
Dubsey cleaned the mess up in a with a simple gesture of her hand. "There is a sandwich too, His Mistress. Turkey and Swiss."
Dove's favorite. A shiver ran down her back. Scorpius knew too much about her. Why did he change so? Why couldn't he be the same young man she had loved? Tears trickled down her face.
"Master!" Dubsey bowed. Scorpius had entered the room soundlessly.
"You're excused. Leave now." Scorpius ordered his house elf.
The house elf disapparated.
"I tried eating." Dove informed him through a sob. She hadn't looked at him.
"Be quiet and stand up." Scorpius ordered calmly.
Dove obliged, covering herself as much as she could when he saw his eyes wondering to certain areas of her body.
She tilted her head at his attire. He wore a fancy set of grey robes. "You're not wearing blue..." she inquired.
"So?"
"You always wear blue, Scorp."
Scorpius rolled his eyes. "Leave it to you to notice such a trivial thing at a time like this!" He snapped and changed the color of his robes. "Happy now?"
"Why are you here?" Dove asked cautiously.
Sorpius dressed her in a white dress then. "You're being transported." He simply said. "Follow me closely. And don't you think about trying to running away!" He snatched her upper arm and began escorting her out of the room.
Two floors down, he stopped at a door, and twirled his wand in a circle, saying something under his breath. The door clicked open, revealing a bathroom. "Get inside, hurry!" Scorpius shoved her forward, closely following her.
Once they were inside, he shut the door. "Go to the sink." He pointed. "Turn it on, and let the water run on your hands."
"Why?"
"Just fucking do it!" He shouted and she jumped. "Damn, all you Potters ever do is argue, for once, just Shut The Fuck Up!"
"Alright..." she shakily walked to the sink and turned the faucet on. The water that came out was purple. "Scorpius..."
"Hands under it!" He said with impatience.
The water was ice cold, but the sensation immediately disappeared as it felt like the life was being sucked from her. Something tugged on her navel, and that's when she realized she had used some sort of portkey.
Dove landed easily on her feet, having used quite a bit of portkeys in her past. The floor below her was soft. She stood on fluffy evergreen carpet.
"Auntie Dove?" The sound of Chasie Potter snapped her head up. Standing just six feet away was her brother's daughter. The dark haired, four year old had tear stains on her face.
"Chasie!" Dove hurried to her niece and hauled her in her arms. "How are you, baby?" She whispered frantically. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
The girl shook her head against her aunt's shoulder. "Just ascared. I want my Mummy." The girl whimpered.
"I know, sweet baby." Dove whispered, and kissed the girl on her cheek. "Where's Jamie?"
"Those bad people took him away!" Chasie sobbed.
"Shh, it's okay." She rubbed the child's back.
"Dove?" The sound of her sister's voice made Dove's heart melt. The two sisters met up for a tight hug, both crying into each others arms.
"How's Chasie?" Lily asked, eyeing her niece, and stroking her dark hair gently.
"A little frightened, but I think she's okay."
One year old Jamie Potter appeared then, wailing unhappily, but seemingly, unharmed. Lily picked James' son to soothe him.
"What's going on?" Lily asked. "What's he doing?"
"I don't know." Dove frowned in confusion.
Albus' son, Edward, showed up next, he was six years old with black hair and glasses. He ran to his aunts and cousins. "That Scorpius man said I would see Mummy and Daddy soon if I went with him and didn't complain. So I listened. He wasn't lying though, was he?"
"Maybe not." Lily answered without a thought.
"Edward!" A woman shrieked. Albus' wife, Theresa snatched up her son with no hesitation, sobbing happily.
"Mummy!" The six year old cheered.
The women and children huddled together, all scared, confused, and happy.
Albus appeared then, quickly positioning himself for an attack but his face of fury changed when he seen his family. "Theresa! Edward!" His voice hoarse and desperate.
"Alby!" Lily and Dove joined in on the group hug.
"Where are we?" Albus asked once they got themselves under control.
They were in a white and green living room with elegant antique furniture. A desk, two desk chairs, three couches, and a wing back chair surrounded them.
"-king, bastard! I'll kill you! I will!" A voice appeared in the room. James. A spitting mad James, at that, and he had a bloody lip.
Scorpius stood next to him with an ugly scowl on his face, he also sported a bloody lip. His wand pointed to James. "Sit down, Potter." Scorpius ordered coolly. "In fact, everyone should just sit down." His cold eyes scanned the lot of people.
The women instantly obeyed, hurdling the children to the couch.
"Thanks for wasting my time, you fool!" Scorpius growled to James. "Now there's no time to transport the Weasleys!"
"What do you mean by that?" Lily asked.
Scorpius swirled his wand around his body in a powerful move and instantly transformed into an older man. One with Scorpius' same looks, but with grey eyes.
"Welcome to Malfoy Manor, Potters." He sneered.
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