To Find Purpose

by MadamCrepsley

She gazed lovingly down at her twin boys. She ony wished that they had shared more of her features. There were some similarities, such as their button noses and perhaps their curly hair, but they were their father's children through and through. That same dark auburn hair, the same arched brows, those same sparkling emerald eyes that had haunted her dreams for far too long.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: A Man with a Past

The man walked swiftly up the winding lane that lead to the towering gates of his ancestral home. The magnificent castle had been the home of hundreds if not thousands of pureblood families over the centuries. But the current owners had the privilege of claiming the house for the longest, having raised seven generations of Lestranges at the Chateau. The man hurried along the walkaway past the open gates to and into the front door without breaking stride. He rudely brushed past the unfortunate house elf in his haste, only pausing to quickly glance to his right at the extensive family tree that graced the entrance of the house. He cursed under his breath as he took in the newest additions to the long and previously untarnished Lestrange Line. He found his parent's names and then his own, along with his older brother. The same older brother, whose hellion of a wife still refused to give him children. So how was it, pray tell, that under his brother's name, two very delicate vines had linked him to two names that were completely unknown to Rabastan. Two children, whose date of birth was clearly stated at, 11:00 p.m. on October 17. That had been almost two months ago, how had his fool brother not noticed something like that?

"Rodolphus! Bloody hell, Rodolphus, answer me bastard!" Rabastan shouted, his voice carrying in the empty house, creating an echo.

"In here Rab," a deep voice called from the parlor. Rabastan quickly made his way towards the voice, to find the man in question sprawled lazily in an ornately decorated chair, with a glass of liquor in his hand. Rabastan was considered extremely tall to most, but not when compared to the towering Rodolphus. His brother stood a good five inches above his own 6'1 frame and his current slouched position didn't make that man seem any less immense than he was. Where Rabastan was tall and lithe, Ruddy has always been pure muscle. Large shoulders, long legs, big hands, everything about the eldest Lestrange screamed mammoth. Were the brothers' appearance did mingle was in their coloring. Both bore the traditionally emerald eyes of the Lestrange family and the long dark auburn hair that they shared with both their late parents, as well as their golden skin tone. Rodolphus turned to his brother with weary eyes, "What's with all the screaming, runt?"

"How can you be so calm? Did you not see the newest additions to our family tree?" said Rabastan throwing his hands up in frustration, he had yet to take a seat, and instead paced in front of his reclining brother.

"So you saw that too, did you? Yeah, I saw it last night after the meeting." He looked to his near empty glass and raised it to his brother, as if in a mock toast, "And I've been here ever since."

"You aren't going to deny it? Is it a mistake? Who's their bloody mother? For god's sake, give me some answers!" Rabastan ended falling into the chair opposite his brother, in a similar fashion as well.

"Calm down, Whelp. You'd think they were yours with the way you're carrying on. I thought I was going to puke if you didn't stop that damned pacing" Rodolphus rose to his feet, moving to refill his now empty glass of brandy. "Are they mine? It's possible. Is it a mistake? Unlikely. Their mother?," he looked down into his glass, "I have a good guess." He said before downing the contents in one gulp.

"Who?" Rabastan asked looking at his brother, who refused to meet his gaze, instead finding interest in the fibers on the rug. "You remember when you went on that little trip to Cairo with Muliciber and Antonin to collect potion ingredients for Severus?" Rodolphus quietly asked refusing still to raise his eyes. "Yeah, the Dark Lord asked it of me and I complied as you well know."

"While you were away," he looked at his brother's confused face, "there was a raid on a muggle home." "Yes…Bella mentioned something about the Order being dealt a blow"

"I guess you could say that" Rodolphus answered quietly, turning away from Rabastan. "We were sent to muggle London, we arrived in a small neighborhood, peaceful, quiet, clean, so very….muggle"

"Well it turns out it was the home of little Miss Hermione Granger" Rodolphus said closing his eyes as he said her name. "We raided a 16 year old muggleborn child's home, a girl whose only protection were her weak muggle parents, who, mind you, had no idea what they were in for."

"They were having dinner, you could hear there laughter when you opened the door" he paused gripping the table he was leaning against with unnecessary force. "Lucius killed her father before he had even risen from the table, his look of surprise still on his face."

"Her mother….gods her mother" he paused again taking a deep breath. "Greyback took her mother" his remorse at these last words was genuine. Rabastan looked away at this; he knew all too well what happened to the poor unfortunates that Greyback took. If you could find a scrap of them left after he had had his way with them, then he hadn't taken his time with them.

"His orders were to keep the girl alive, so we did" he finally turned to his brother "reluctantly; I carried her back to the Dark Lord"

"I was under the impression that perhaps we would use her as a bargaining chip in exchange for Potter, or even keep her for the information that she could have provided us" he said this in such a wistful way that Rabastan could tell his brother's mind had ventured back to that night. "Bella, that bitch" Rodolphus cursed with such venom that Rabastan was taken back, "I knew she was sleeping with her precious lord and I dealt with that, but when she persuaded him to make me the one to take the girl in front of the entire brethren….I lost all feeling for that venomous whore." He sat across from his brother once more and met his gaze, "I raped that girl Rabastan, in front of dozens of Death Eaters who cheered me on. Her screams will haunt me until my dying day. Those beautiful golden eyes were filled with tears as I ripped her innocence away from her. All I wanted to do was hold her and say how sorry I was and wipe those tears away as I showed her what it was really like to make love to a man for the first time" his voice cracked with this statement. "After I was done, I left her in that house, with her mother's blood on the walls and her father's body still in the kitchen. I was told to dispose of her…but I couldn't do that to her, not after I had hurt her so much already. I felt more for that small woman than I had ever felt after 18 years of marriage to Bellatrix" he swore under his breath, "And to top it off, I probably forced two children on her that she will hate as much as the man that sired them."