I have discovered that I had some mistakes, both spelling, grammar and storyline. I am now going to correct as much as I can see. This was one of my first stories, ands the first story that I was really pleased with, so this annoyed me greatly when I discovered it. Thus, I will clean up my mess.
Although, English is my second langue, so if you spot some, please tell me where so I can correct things. It saves time and frustration for us all.
Disclaimer: I am not, and I'll never bee JK Rowling. I'm not blond, nor am I English, so I fail even there.
Lucius Malfoy was sitting behind his mahogany desk, and going through the files which were delivered to him every morning. His grey eyes had turned cold, as he went through this particular file.
The Aurors had found a house which they suspected someone was keeping wizarding children against their will. The only thing they needed was someone to give them permission to search, or more correctly, raid the house. Often didn't ask for permission. Sometimes they just went in, even though it was illegal to do so.
But sometimes… the cause could justify the means.
The place was called House of Rising Sun. According to the files, it was a religious muggle hospital, were children who had physiological problems were sent by they parents or guardians.
"Maybe your son is there." A voice suddenly suggested.
"Goodness sake! Myra, don't do that" Lucius hissed, as a blond woman with scarlet robes swept in.
Myra smiled apologetically, and handed him a cup. "Sorry. Here, take some chai tea. It helps you calm your nerves, which you have way too much of by the way"
Lucius chuckled, as he accepted the drink. It tasted like cardamom and cinnamon. "How did you know that I fancy this type of tea?"
Myra smiled her most mysterious smile. "I'm a therapist, Lucius. It's my job to find out these things without having to ask them."
Lucius rolled his eyes. "Of course."
With that said, she swept out of the room. Lucius felt a twinge of pain, as he once again remembered that Myra was a fine looking lady. But everytime he thoughts so, the thought of Narcissa and Draco appeared, with a terrible feeling of guilt.
He went through the file again. Maybe the Death Eaters had put his son there? The Death Eaters were cruel and sadistic, but they rarely killed children. No, they were pawns, to be beaten, harassed, raped…
Awful pictures of Draco, naked and bloodied flew through the former Death Eaters mind. He closed his eyes, opened them, and closed them again. It didn't help. More pictures, of a laughing man, walking slowly to the pale body lying on the floor…
Lucius got up, and tried to run to the bathroom, but as the pictures was coming to the point where the imaginary Death Eater was removing his own clothes…
Lucius fell to the ground, hazed. He did not hear the people who surrounded him, who spoke to him, neither did he see them. All he could see was a boy being raped, all he heard was screams and cold sickening whispers.
Pain suddenly gripped Lucius's stomach, sharp pain who moved upwards. He gasped for breath as he threw up the constant of his stomach forced itself out of his mouth. Relived, he noticed that the vision was gone. So where the voices.
"Lucius, are you alright" Myra asked worried.
"Yes" Lucius croaked out the lie. "I…" He stopped. He had let his eyes slide down to the vomit on the floor. At the corner it was the sign of a book. Lucius remembered from divination that it either meant answer or scholar. He shook his head, and saw a bed. Lucius blinked. If he remembered correctly, it meant is or lay… a sunrise was at the left of the bed. It could mean hope or look, but he had a feeling that it was incorrect. Maybe… answers lies at The Rising Sun!
It's worth a try, his head said.
He got up, and cleaned away the puke with a flick of his wand. Without even looking at the concerned people who surrounded him, he pushed them away went back to his office.
He could feel the mixture of angry, understanding and concerned looks. He couldn't bring himself to hate them for it, even though he was annoyed with them and their looks of pity. He didn't want pity! He wanted… them back.
He reached his office, picked up the file, skimmed through it, and signed the papers. He then strode off to the level of the Aurors.
"ALASTOR!" he shouted as he reached the corridor of the Elite Aurors. Those who were there threw him dirty looks. Even though many knew that his family was held captive by Death Eaters, or maybe dead, no one trusted him. Lucius didn't expect anything else; he had been a sworn Death Eater once. If he was an Auror, he wouldn't trust himself either.
"What?" someone growled irritated.
"Gather your team," Lucius said, as he saw the Head Auror, sitting in an almost destroyed couch. It was burned, with enormous holes in it. Why Alastor was sitting in it was a mystery.
"Can it wait five minutes?" Alastor sneered at the former Death Eater. "Unlike you, we Aurors only skip meals when we think our food is poisoned."
Lucius narrowed his eyes. He knew the remark was both an insult and the Auror's way of telling him to eat more. It was not appreciated.
"Make it quick." The blond man chose to reply, rather icily.
"You have a hunch, don't you?" Alastor smirked, as he gnawed on the bacon sandwich he was eating.
"You could say so," Lucius shrugged, before he threw the file to the Auror.
"You know, I hadn't expected it to be signed before the end of the week." Alastor confessed as he gulped down the sandwich. He got up, and yelled "Everybody gather here please!"
The Aurors around nodded, and dismissed the papers, lunches or drinks with their wands. Some called others, and soon there were many people in the hall.
"We're going to London." Alastor ordered. "There is a religious hospital there, we suspect Death Eaters have kept children there for years, under the impression that God can help these children" the Head Auror snarled in disgust. He had never understood the concept of a greater power than a wizard, and quite openly despised the idea of God.
"Take some nourishment, dehydration and healing potions with you," was the last order barked out, before most of them apearated in front of the House of Rising Sun.
