Summary: Rodolphus Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov call in their Blood Debts with the Potter family, and there's only one-way James can appease his two sworn enemies is by giving them something that they can't refuse. Persephone Potter is thrust into an old Pure-blood Triad marriage ritual, that opens her eyes to things that her father and Dumbledore have kept hidden from her. Co - Written with silentnight00. RL/OC/AD, and various other pairings. Rated M for graphic violence, language, distressing scenes and eventual smut.

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters if I did then Sirius would be alive, and Hermione wouldn't be with Ron. J.K. Rowling has that privilege of owning the stories.

Warning: This story will have upsetting scenes, child abuse, attempted rape, depression and same sex, and m/f/m relationships. If you don't like it, don't read it. It is also AU.

The Spoils Of War

Chapter 1

The Potter Manor was eerily silent as Sirius Black entered the mansion, he stilled when he heard the sounds of a baby crying softly.

Persephone.

He quickly ran up the staircase, despite knowing he should wait for Remus and back-up, but he couldn't wait. He raced to where the cries were coming from and saw a sight that made his blood run cold.

Lily Potter was lying on the floor, blood staining the wooden flooring and she was naked. Sirius checked for a pulse, but she was cold as ice. She'd been dead since this morning.

Tears stung his eyes, as he looked at Persephone who was crying softly from her cot. Thick tufts of strawberry blonde hair on her scalp, as he carefully picked her up and looked at Willow the orange tabby cat.

"You're both coming home with me." He said softly, tears stoning his eyes as he realised that James had done this.

He'd murdered Lily in a rage, after discovering that she was Voldemort's long-lost daughter. Everything in Wizarding Britain was in complete shambles, after learning Dumbledore's lies.

Sirius felt tears threatening to escape his eyes, as he heard the aurors arrive with Remus, and Dorea who both froze at the sight.

"What happened?"

Sirius held tighter to his still sniffling goddaughter and looked up at Dorea who had asked the question. The older woman's face was pale as she stared at the sight of her dead daughter-in-law, a hand covering her mouth in horror.

"James." The name escaped the Black Heir's lips painfully. How could his best friend do something like this? Lily had no say in who her father was, she hadn't even known before Dumbledore had said something.

"No…" The Potter Lady whimpered. Her son? Her precious little boy? She had hoped and prayed that James had not taken after his father in such a way.

Charlus had become a bit of a recluse after it had come out that he was a wife beater. Her family, the House of Black, completely ruined his reputation and demanded reparations for her suffering under his hands. He was forced to step down as Lord Potter, letting Dorea not only continue to hold the title of Lady Potter, but also be the proxy for the Potter seat on the Wizengamot until James had come of age to take over. It had been a huge scandal and now Charlus could barely show his face in public and everyone realized that you do not cross a Black.

Dorea had raised James and though he had shown many of the same personality traits as her ex-husband, she had thought that she had taught him restraint and morals. Where had she gone wrong?

Sirius nodded as the aurors started scouring the Manor for the suspect. He knew that they would not find him. James had most likely taken Harry and run right to Dumbledore.

"He will face prison time for this." Remus spoke quietly, but you could see the terrible anger in his amber-coloured eyes. Lily had been a close friend and confidante of the werewolf. He had considered her a sister and almost closer to him than his two male friends. To see her in such a state made his wolf want to go on the hunt. Lily was pack, just as James had been. You do not hurt pack.

"Harry! Where is my grandson!?" Dorea exclaimed, looking around wildly for the one-year old boy.

"Probably took him with him to wherever he ran off to. He'll probably go to his godmother, Marlene, once they catch James."

"No! I will not allow my only grandson go to that wretched woman!" Dorea exclaimed enraged, at the thought of her precious grandson being in the care of the McKinnon family.

"We'll find him, Dorea. Marlene won't keep him." Sirius said firmly, holding his goddaughter tightly in his arms. Persephone was only a baby, and she already had lost her mother.

"Let's take Persephone to Grimmauld Place, Voldemort's residing there while the Gaunt Manor is being rebuilt." Sirius said quietly, everyone nodded reluctantly.

No one could believe that James had murdered his own wife. Lily hadn't deserved to be killed for simply being Voldemort's daughter. She was innocent, but Dumbledore and James clearly hadn't cared.

When it had come out that Dumbledore had instigated and lied about Voldemort which caused the war to break out. Amelia Bones had immediately set about having the Death Eaters who'd been thrown into Azkaban released, after it was revealed the Order of the Phoenix had framed the Death Eaters. Antonin Dolohov had been released, and the man had heard rumours that James Potter had murdered his wife, before running off and taking his son to the McKinnon whore.

He'd spent a whole year in Azkaban, for something he hadn't done. He'd murdered muggles, but he wasn't stupid or sloppy enough to murder Fabian and Gideon Prewett.

No, that was Karkaroff.

Fucking, Potter had thrown him into Azkaban and murdered his father in front of him. Antonin growled darkly, as he was given his possessions back and saw the Lestrange brothers join him.

Rodolphus's hair had grown slightly long due to his stay in Azkaban, and Rabastan's hands were shaking from the Unforgivable curses that the aurors and guards were so fond of using.

"Did you hear what Potter did? He's murdered his wife, after he found out she was the Dark Lord's missing daughter. The aurors are looking for him." Rodolphus said quietly, disgusted that the man would murder his own wife.

"I heard the guards talking about it, everyone's panicking." Rabastan spoke up, as they saw Millicent Bagnold walk over with Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Minister." Antonin tried to not sneer his greeting. He knew that the woman wouldn't be minister for long as so many people had been thrown into Azkaban who had been innocent for the crimes they had went in for, while she was in term. He knew the people were fickle and loved blaming those in charge for any sort of wrong doing, even if they, themselves, had believed them guilty on circumstantial evidence.

The citizens of Wizarding Britain would soon be calling for her removal. He just hoped that Dumbledore was taking just as much, if not more, damage to his pristine reputation as he knew this woman had.

"On behalf of the Ministry we would like to offer you all our sincerest apologies on your unlawful incarcerations." She spoke to those gathered that had just gotten there from Azkaban and were physically fit enough to not need immediate medical health. Her face was pale and stressed looking, her eyes sporting barely hidden dark circles. She knew her career was ruined. She would be lucky to be able to retire somewhat gracefully. "Each of you will be compensated for the actions of this Ministry in monetary value, the amount is to be decided at the next Wizengamot meeting. For now, all of your possessions, if they had been confiscated, are to be returned to each of you, and you are free to go."

She left quickly after that, back straight, and dignity pulled around her like a cloak. Kingsley gave them all a grim nod and followed the Minister out. He had been tasked with protecting her as she gave a press conference on the freed prisoners to the rabid news reporters gathered out front. He had his work cut out for him.

"Looks like she's walking to the gallows." Rodolphus grinned, showing dirty and broken teeth. Azkaban wasn't the best place for dental hygiene. Antonin knew that the first thing that the vain Lestrange was going to do when he got home was fix his looks. The man always hated looking anything but his best. The Russian didn't think anything less than teeth pulling and Skele Gro was going to fix that smile.

"She knows she's done for." Rabastan grunted with a scowl. He just wanted to get his wand and get to Lestrange Manor. Food and a warm bed was all he needed right then.

"I wonder if our Lord has found Potter. I couldn't imagine that he would just let the bastard go after killing the daughter that he had mourned, thinking she had been killed as a baby." Antonin mused as he watched a harried looking wizard going from ex-convict to ex-convict trying to find their things piled in an evidence box.

"I wouldn't mind getting my hands on him, that's for sure." Rabastan snarled, baring teeth as damaged as his brother's. Potter had been the auror to arrest all three of them, killing Dolohov's father in the process. He could imagine many Death Eaters dreamed of torturing Lord Potter in their sleep. He didn't have many fans amongst the dark.

"From what I heard, the Dark Lord's meeting with Sirius Black to discuss his granddaughter care. I wonder who will take care of her, now that her mother's dead?" Evan Rosier wondered quietly, his grey eyes heavy with dark circles.

"Probably Sirius Black, he's the young girl's godfather and from what I hear, he's got a lot of loyal supporters." Rodolphus said grimly, as they were given back their wands.

"Potter better watch out, the Blacks don't take kindly to people who harm one of their own." Antonin said darkly, his dark blue eyes flashing with anger.

The three men nodded at Antonin's words, a lot of people were out for blood against James Potter and Dumbledore.

Wizarding Britain would be forever changed.

The aurors had found Harry and he was in a terrible state, his pyjamas were bloody, and he was crying for his mother, and baby sister. Remus held him tightly, as he apparated to Number 12 Grimmauld Place and saw Sirius was there with Persephone sucking on a bottle of formula, snuffling. Walburga Black patted his shoulder quietly, before nodding at Dorea as the exhausted woman comforted her grandson who was sobbing quietly.

"Where's mommy?" Harry asked fearfully, no one knew what to say as Voldemort entered the room.

Sirius actually stilled at the sight of the Dark wizard, his face was handsome, but his eyes were red from crying, and his dark brown hair was tousled.

"Let me hold my granddaughter, and grandson?" He requested calmly, Sirius wearily handed him Persephone who snuffled quietly while Harry was given to him.

"Where's Potter? Did they find him." Orion Black asked concerned, he thought it was disgusting what his cousin had done to his own wife.

"No, he's still on the run but they've got Greyback and his pack tracking his scent. He won't get far," Remus said darkly, rubbing his goddaughter's back gently.

The door opened, and a pale Regulus Black entered looking haunted from his brief stay in Azkaban, he glanced at Sirius.

"They found James, but it's not good. He and Marlene McKinnon tortured the Longbottoms."

"The Longbottoms? Frank and Alice?" Sirius asked in horror. What on Earth could they possibly have done to warrant being tortured?

"The auror's were speaking about it as they released us from the ministry. Apparently, Frank and Alice are both in the intensive care unit at St. Mungo's. It's not looking good." Regulus informed them.

Sirius raked a hand roughly through his hair in frustration as well as grief. What had happened to his best friend that turned him so...so evil? James had always been a bit of a bully, but so had he! Sirius grew out of it with age, James just grew worse.

"And little Neville? Do you know if their son is alright?" Remus asked, looking stunned at the heinous actions that his once friend kept committing.

Regulus shrugged helplessly, looking haggard. He had told them all that he had overheard.

"Sit down, Reggie. You look like you're close to collapsing." Sirius guided his younger brother to a free chair, worry barely hidden in his expression.

"Nev?" A little voice brought their attention back to the young children in the Dark Lord's arms. Persephone had fallen asleep, looking content, and Harry was looking around with watery eyes at the mention of his friend.

Him and Neville had play dates all the time seeing as their mothers had been friends.

"He's not here Hare-bear." Sirius informed the possibly traumatized child gently. He couldn't imagine what all the one year old had been through in the last day, or what he had seen. They all hoped that he was too young to remember this when he was older. Children were resilient, but it was something else to witness the murder of your mother by your father.

Harry sniffled, but thankfully didn't start crying again. He looked up at the stranger holding him and his sister curiously.

Voldemort looked down at the tiny humans he was holding and gave the boy, what he hopped was, a comforting smile.

Harry didn't seem to mind the awkward quirk of the man's lips and laid his little head on the Dark Lords shoulder. He shut his eyes and followed his sister into sleep.

Once it was clear that the child was sleeping, they continued the conversation. "What possible reason would cause Potter to torture the Longbottoms? I thought him, and Frank were close, not to mention everyone knew you all were in that Phoenix group together." Orion spoke gruffly.

"Frank is Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange's cousin, Augusta is their maternal aunt. I think when Frank realised his two cousins had been framed, he started organising an appeal and that pissed off James. He probably snapped and attacked them." Bellatrix spoke up quietly, looking traumatised.

Sirius swallowed back bile, now that Dumbledore had been exposed as a liar, he was fearing that the old wizard would start another war with his opposers.

"Neville would be with his grandmother, Augusta. There's going to be a hearing tomorrow, the Wizengamot is compensating everyone who's been wrongfully persecuted by the Ministry." Sirius said quietly. Everyone looked depressed.

Voldemort said nothing, but he tightened his hold on his two grandchildren who were both fast asleep and oblivious to what was going on.

Rodolphus hated St Mungo's, he'd hated it ever since his younger sister had died here when he'd been only nine, and Rabastan had been seven years old. He glanced at where his Aunt Augusta was sitting with Neville sitting in her arms, he was sniffling quietly.

Frank and Alice had been rushed to the Intensive Care Unit. Alice had suffered a brain aneurysm and was in surgery. Frank was being treated as well, for internal bleeding.

It had been three hours of waiting before the healers had come to speak to them, and he quietly took over holding Neville as the Healers approached.

"How is my son and daughter-in-law?" Augusta asked worriedly, her face pinched with worry for her two adult children.

"I'm sorry Lady Longbottom, the Cruciatus Curse irreparably damaged your son and Alice. I'm afraid that there is no chance of recovery, the amount of times the curse was used on them, has left them insane." Healer O'Malley said compassionately.

Augusta for the first time in her life, collapsed and Rodolphus guided her into a chair, while Rabastan took Neville who settled contently in his arms.

"There's no chance of recovery?" She whispered horrified, her face white as a ghost.

The Healer looked sympathetic to the family's plight as he shook his head, "I'm so sorry Madame. Their minds have been broken beyond our capability to heal. We can make them comfortable as we possibly can, but they will need constant care as they cannot take care of even their most basic needs any longer."

Augusta let out a broken sob before she struggled to pull herself together, for Neville's sake. "May we see them?"

Healer O'Malley nodded, "You may, but they are resting and not likely to wake for another few days. We moved them to our Janus Thickey ward, for permanent patients and those damaged unrepairably."

Augusta fought back another hysterical sob. Her boy, her precious only son! She took a deep breath and looked at her nephews and grandchild. Both Lestranges looked terribly angry at what had happened to their family but were obviously holding onto their tempers for the sake of their little cousin still in Rabastan's arms. Neville didn't know what was going on, not truly. He only knew that his parents were hurt and that was enough to keep him upset, though he had stopped crying a while ago.

"Let's go boys. I need to...I need to see them for myself." The Longbottom matriarch spoke thickly.

The brothers nodded at their aunt and all of them followed the healer to the permanent residence ward, where Lord and Lady Longbottom had a private room together.

Augusta nearly lost it again at the sight of her son and daughter-in-law looking so pale and lifeless on the hospital beds. If it wasn't for the steady rise and fall of their chests she would have thought them both dead.

"We won't know how much they have retained of themselves until they wake up, but it won't be much, if anything." The Healer spoke in a respectfully quiet tone before leaving them be, he had other patients to see.

"Muma." A wobbly voice sniffled and they looked to see Neville wriggling in Rabastan's arms, reaching out to the woman on the bed desperately, tears gathering in his eyes. "Muma!"

"Shh, little one. Your mother is sleeping." Rabastan tried calming the boy down, but Neville was quickly becoming inconsolable.

"We'll take him to the canteen. Calm him down a bit and let you...let you have some time with them." Rodolphus spoke when it was clear the older woman was torn between comforting her grandson and being with her comatose son.

Augusta gave him a thankful look and leaned over to kiss Neville on his head, even as he fought to get down and run to his parents.

The Lestranges quickly left the room as Neville began to cry in earnest, taking him down to the lunch room to perhaps entice him with a snack. It was going to be a long few hours.

Sirius had quickly arranged rooms for Harry and Persephone to stay in, while the aurors questioned them. He and Remus, along with Dorea sat quietly in the parlour room, when Cygnus Black and his wife, Druella arrived with Sirius's grandfather Arcturus and Walburga's brother, Alphard. Cygnus paused at seeing his younger sister, but wordlessly engulfed Dorea into a tight hug.

"What's happening? Druella's nephew was released from Azkaban, and he's now resting with Andromeda and her daughter." Cygnus asked concerned, a troubled expression on his face.

"James Potter has murdered his wife, after it was revealed that Dumbledore had lied to everyone. He instigated the war. Plus, Thoros Nott is being reunited with his missing daughter." Walburga said quietly, giving Sirius and Regulus cups of steaming hot chocolate.

Cygnus looked appalled, while Druella looked horrified.

"So, it's true? Lily Potter was your daughter?" Alphard asked stunned, Voldemort nodded, and his expression was one of grief to everyone.

"I had thought she was dead, until Severus informed me that Lily was able to speak to snakes and had a deep affinity for Herbology. Her mother, my wife, was exceptionally talented at Herbology." Voldemort said quietly.

"Has anyone told Severus what's happened?" Regulus asked worried, he and Severus had both been detained at the Ministry until four hours ago.

Sirius nodded.

"Lucius Malfoy told him, he and Cissa are with him. He's...he's not doing too well." Sirius said quietly, regret eating at him.

How could James do this?

Amelia Bones and Rufus Scrimgeour had overseen the release of the wizards and witches, who'd been wrongfully imprisoned in Azkaban or detained.

Right now, they were looking at the two interrogation rooms where Marlene McKinnon and James Potter were detained. Albus Dumbledore had also been found, and Amelia wanted to speak to the former Headmaster.

"Albus Dumbledore, you are under arrest for treason, murder, bribery, and fraud."

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