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Web of Redemption COMPLETE	By : FemmeBono Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3454 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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*Should anyone desire to beta this (it hasn't been yet) or if you are well-versed in Britspeak, since I'm not, by all means hit me up. I could use the info.

Web of
Redemption

Chapter 1: The threads are
cast

For
months her mind had slowly started to return to her in a haze of
half-remembrances and moments of willfulness. There were times when she
felt the slap of a whip and struck out, but instinct told her to fight that urge
to turn on her assailant and defend her body against the onslaught. There were
flashes of recognition when she realized what it meant to have the weight of a
man on her, his breath in her ear. The icy voice giving her orders in a clipped
tone stirred nausea in her belly. It was a slow dawning, a kind of awakening for
her memories and self-awareness, a rekindling of the fire of her will.

When it fully returned, she
could successfully fake being Imperiused and had finally calculated that she had
been at Malfoy Manor a full seven months. She figured it had taken six months
for her mind to return to what it once was and for her to grasp the magnitude of
what had happened. She was raped, humiliated, and tortured repeatedly to slake
the sick desires of her tormenter, none other than Lucius Malfoy. In the month
since her reclamation of will and Lucius� return from Azkaban, she vacillated
between thoughts of insanity on her own part, to illness and hallucination,
before finally settling on grim reality. She was facing the truth of plurality
of worlds. Somehow Lucius had crossed that boundary between her own reality
where people such as he were the stuff of children�s books and his world where
someone such as Harry Potter was a living legend, not a mere literary character.
Worse, she wasn�t the only one who had unwillingly made that leap. Two others
she recognized from her own time and place; Elizabeth Herrera�s and Shannon
Michealson�s disappearances were still a mystery back in her all-Muggle
world, yet here they were, slaves like her in a sadistic sex ring in a world
that should not even exist.

Bilious anger bubbled up in
her throat as she wiped the cloth again across the mirror she�d just cleaned.
There were still moments of the past months that she could not recall, such as
how she had ever been separated from her friends this past New Year�s Eve at
the club and how exactly he had brought her here. Sure she had been drinking,
but not that much. It stood to reason that he had used a confundus charm. She
finished buffing the gilt-framed glass and taking up the spray bottle stepped
lightly and quietly down the hall past the door to Lucius� study, where he had
been napping, likely resting up for his nocturnal indulgences, as a few minutes
prior he woke and went downstairs to the basement room. She heard one lazy word
drawled, �harem� and the scraping of stone told her he was safely
ensconced with the girls for the time being. Nagini, she knew, would be curled
in front of the study fireplace with her belly full from feeding the night
before.

Her
gut tightened again at the memory of what constituted the snake�s latest meal.
A Muggle from Surrey had inadvertently conceived, and Malfoy in his demented
state had raged when he realized her condition, cutting the fetus out and
dismembering her wretched body while the other Imperiused girls held her down.
She and a few others had been brought down from the kitchens to help clean up
the mess and bury the rest of the remains. It was this knowledge, which finally
strengthened her resolve to put her plan into action.

She
had been eavesdropping above stairs for weeks, her mind still plotting at night
while the other slaves slept in that crypt-like hidden chamber in the basement.
In a few more days, Voldemort would be joining his faithful servants in
residence at the manor, so if she was going to act, now was the time. She used
her cleaning as an excuse to wander the halls, assessing who was home and what
they were doing. Draco, who was due to start his sixth school year in a few more
weeks, was outdoors gliding around on his broomstick, chasing a snitch.
Narcissa, who remained clueless as to her husband�s vices, was off on a
shopping expedition with Bitsy Bradford, of the Bath Bradfords, yet another
ancient wizarding family.

�Now
or never,� she whispered to herself, gripping the wainscoting and swallowing
hard. Taking a deep breath, she advanced into the great room, shifted an
Edwardian leather armchair, peeled back a pristine Persian rug, and tugged hard
at the ring of a trapdoor hidden underneath. What opened before her was a small
vault in the floor, lined with dark oddities and eccentric artifacts. But the
one that seized her attention as she quickly closed her grip around it was a
gleaming ancient ep�e with serpents emblazoned on the handle.

Lucius,
who could resist the urge to brag even less than his son, had told her,
�Salazar Slytherin himself crafted this sword. It imbibes and accumulates
strength from the very blood that touches it, which doubles when it is raised
against someone in the name of revenge�something Godric Gryffindor never
considered for the blade he forged. See that it gleams; I want no trace of
tarnish on it, when I present it to the Dark Lord�or I�ll have your head
with it.�

And
in imparting that knowledge, he sealed his own fate, she considered. She
retraced her steps, treading back down the hall and easing the study door open.
She went for the snake first, knowing the full import of dispatching the wicked
creature. Nagini was so sluggish from her meal, and the snake was so used to her scent
that it barely opened one bleary eye before the blade sliced down, severing its
head from its sinuous body. Nevertheless, the snake starting thrashing, muscles
bunching and bucking in the death throes, as she quietly left and closed the
door behind her. Gaining courage as she watched the blood seep into the blade,
yet not a little queasy at what she had just witnessed, she glided down the
basement stairs not even feeling her feet. Angling the ep�e out of sight behind
her, she said the word she had come to hate, �harem� and stepped into
the heat of Malfoy�s last climax. His face still a spasm of release, Lucius
raised his eyes to hers briefly before the blade caught his glance. Too late, he
spoke �accio�� for the wand on the side table, as again her blade sung
through the air, slicing through tendon and bone. His head tipped, rolled onto a
slightly frayed version of the rug from upstairs, spattering blood across it as
it came to a rest two feet from the bed. At once, screams rent the silence as
collectively the girls� eyes cleared and they took in their surroundings.
Their captor dead, the spell lifted, panic and confusion set in.

�Follow
me! Up the stairs!� she shouted, leading the scared and shaken women to
freedom. Streaming into the hall, and running full tilt for the great room
fireplace, she heard the door behind her from the back of the house and turned
to see Draco, stricken, standing with his broomstick still in hand.

�You
there! What are you up to? Who are all these other girls? Wha�� he
stammered, not recognizing half the girls who had been left below stairs.

�Daddy�s
down stairs, Junior. Go tend to him,� she shouted, her voice already shaking
from shock and fear of all she�d done and seen. She thundered through the
great room door where the girls still stood, weeping hysterically, glassy
shocked eyes taking in the unfamiliar environment. She strode to the fireplace,
threw in a handful of green powder and shouted to the girls to come by twos onto
the hearth and step in. Shivering, they complied, still not comprehending the
nightmare they had awakened into.

�St.
Mungo�s!� she shouted into the fire, hoping that the healers and medi-wizards
there could help the girls. On she pushed them, into the green flames, shouting
the hospital�s name repeatedly until the last woman passed through. Casting a
final glance around at the gilded prison she was at last escaping, she stepped
in herself. �Hog�s Head!� she exclaimed, and watched the green flames
flare before her world started to spin.

Ed. note: Yes, I upped the timeline on Lucius' being released from prison. According to canon, he is sprung somewhere between the summer of Harry's sixth year and the summer of the seventh. However, I felt it was entirely reasonable that with Voldemort on the loose, he may not stay as long as a year even though he was to be punished. As fair warning, if you didn't like that, I will tweak the canon at least once more by having Professor Burbage taken a year early. But then...I'll be upping the stakes and the timing quite a bit anyway. Stay tuned.
Also: I am well aware that an epee is used primarily for fencing and, i.e. more for stabbing. They also don't typically absorb blood. ;)
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