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Chapter 11

Lucius was sitting at the table sipping on some tea and reading the Daily Prophet. There was nothing of particular interest to him in it, he was just still stuck in his daily routine and reading the paper was part of it.

The manor had been unusual quiet since Lela left and Lucius had grown bored. The Dark Lord was out of the country and had left Lucius no important tasks. He had taken to wandering around the manor and the grounds aimlessly. There was still no word about Draco. He knew it was hopeless to keep faith that Draco was alive somewhere but he couldn't help it. It had been so long since he had seen his beloved son.

But now he had Lela. It was like having the daughter that he had always wanted, but she was taken away from him just like Draco. But at least he knew where she was and that she was safe. It gave him some peace of mind knowing that but it was still hard.

He got up from the table and was headed out to the stables when a rather small house elf appeared at his side.

"Mr. Malfoy?" The elf inquired with a squeaky voice. He nodded and Lucius stomach dropped as he realized that it was one of Fenrir's elves. They were the only elves other than his own who currently had access to the Malfoy wards.

"I has a letter from miss Lela for you." The small elf handed Lucius an envelope and popped away.

Shakily Lucius sat down and opened the letter. As he read it his concern grew. It was vague and the handwriting was slightly shaky. Something must have happened that she was too worried to write about.

He jumped out of his seat knocking it over and went to scribble a reply.

…...

Hermione was in her bathroom carefully peeling off her shirt being extra careful around her shoulders where Fenrir had grabbed her. Once she had it off she could see five puncture marks on each shoulder that were still bleeding heavily. She wished she had her wand, she would have been able to heal this much faster. She sighed as she tried to think of what to do.

Finally she decided to call for Marxi. He was a grumpy little thing but he would probably know what to do.

When the elf finally got there Hermione was sitting in a chair feeling a little bit dizzy. The elf tsked at her but without saying a word started to work on her. His small hands were cold and clammy as he worked but Hermione could feel the blood flow start to stem but the wounds wouldn't fully heal with magic. It would have to heal on its own over time. The elf then handed her a blood replenishing potion and left.

Hermione sighed and lay back down in her bed. She looked over to her small night stand where there were some of the books that she had found last night. She reached over and grabbed one.

She didn't care what Fenrir said. She was going to find this cure, whether he liked it or not.

…...

Fenrir was running through the forest the empty firewhiskey bottle had been left far behind him. The trees flitted by him in a blur as he dodged in and out of them. He wanted to run forever. He loved the feeling of the wind flying through his hair, the fresh air filling his lungs. When he finally couldn't run anymore he sat down and ran his hands through his hair.

His mind was still racing about what happened. That stupid girl had done this to him. She manipulated him, she got into his business and infuriated him. But it felt so good, you started the kiss. No! He wasn't going to this again.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against a tree and drifted away.

…...

Fenrir was at Malfoy manor it was early in the morning and he had been called to the manor by Lucius for breakfast. He said there was some kind of surprise for this morning. So as he trod up the stairs to the front door feeling pretty good.

The house elves let him in and he headed towards the dining room, wondering what the surprise could be. When he entered the room he stopped dead in his tracks. The room was full of death eaters, the Dark Lord and the Malfoy family.

Fenrir was confused, he didn't know that this was going to be that kind of meeting. After a moment he found a seat along the long table and sat looking around the room at all the faces, some familiar, others not.

It was then that he saw Victoire smiling at him from across the room. Fenrir's mind was instantly eased and a pleasant warmth washed over him. She was so beautiful with her twinkling blue eyes and her radiant smile. She had now turned to greet some of the other guests and Fenrir couldn't keep his eyes off her. She radiated beauty, happiness, and everything that was good in this world.

She had been a good friend to him since they met. Most of the other Death Eaters ostracized him or even went out of their way to ridicule him and sneer in his direction, like he was the scum under their finely polished shoes.

He hated the lot of them, but he couldn't deny that what the Dark Lord offered him was too great to ignore. The Dark Lord wasn't the man that most portrayed him to be. Was he cruel and merciless? Yes, but his cause, in Fenrir's eyes was a good one.

With witches and wizards breeding with muggles the magic that flowed through their veins was starting to become weak and faint. Something must be done about that. Being a werewolf didn't weaken anything, in fact it could be argued that it strengthened the magical core, if one could make it through their first transformation that is...

Fenrir was broken from his thoughts as the Dark Lord strode in to the room. Fenrir stood with everyone else and sat only when his Lord beckoned for them to do so.

"My faithful Death Eaters, I am so pleased to find you all in attendance today. It is after all a big day for me. As I'm sure you have been told I have something of a surprise for you all." The crowd murmed their agreements and the Dark Lord continued.

"It is with great pleasure that I announce to you today that your Lord shall be taking a wife." He paused for the applause. Fenrir's heart sank. Please don't let it be her. He thought to himself.

"My dear, would you please come over here and stand with me?" Fenrir's eyes snapped to Victoire and his heart broke as she smiled and nodded at the Dark Lord before standing up and walking over to him taking his hand and beamed at everyone.

...

Lucius apparated straight to the front door of Fenrir's tent and without knocking strode right in.

"Lela!" He shouted not knowing exactly where she was. After a moment with no response he got frustrated and pulled out his wand. " Point me."

His wand spun around and pointed in the direction of Lela's room and he quickly followed it. He stopped when he came to a door and knocked harshly on it.

After a moment the door slowly opened and Lucius almost cried out in relief as he saw Lela standing there timidly before she recognized who it was. He was then hugging the small girl and spinning her around.

"Uncle Lucius! You came! I was expecting a letter but not this!" She smiled as he let go of her and he followed her into the room. And as she turned around, that's when he saw them. Five puncture wounds on both of her shoulders.

Lucius could feel his temper bubbling up like a potion that had been left on the flame for too long. Lela turned around to beam at him but her face fell when she saw his expression.

"What's wrong?" She asked concernedly.

Lucius lost it.

"DID THAT BASTARD DO THAT TO YOU!" He yelled motioning toward her arms.

Lela paled and went to cover up her arms, but he grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer so he could get a better look.

"It's nothing." Hermione said quietly, still trying to pull away from him. Lucius flung his hands up in the air and his temper grew as he noticed her flinch at his upraised hand.

"JUST WAIT UNTIL I TELL YOUR FATHER! IF HE DOESN'T RIP THAT PIECE OF SHIT TO SHREDS THEN I WILL!" Lucius was raging. Stomping up and down the room and mumbling things under his breath.

"Please Uncle just calm down it's really not that bad. I just got a little too nosy is all. Please don't tell my father I don't want any more people to die on my account. Please."

Her pleading tone made him stop and face her. She looked desperate, and he couldn't help but to pull her into another hug. He was still infuriated and he wanted nothing more than to see Fenrir burn but something in Lela's eyes made him doubt himself. She was just like her mother in that way. One look from those blue eyes and she could get anything she wanted.

He sighed. He supposed he could let it go this one time, but if it happened again he wouldn't even blink before cursing that wolf from here to high heaven.

"Alright, I know I'm going to regret this but I'll leave it alone just this once, but promise me if he does it again you'll tell me straight away?"

"Yes, I promise." He sighed as he heard her say it and let her out of his embrace.

" I have to be going now Lela but I'll keep in touch and let you know when I'm coming to start your lessons." She nodded and he turned to leave. He really didn't have to be anywhere but he couldn't stand being in that house anymore. If he stayed for much longer he wouldn't be able to leave her behind. His hands were still shaking as he left the house. He needed a drink, badly.

When the Dark Lord returned he would once again try to convince him to move Lela back to the Manor. May the gods have favor on him this time.

A/N Okay it's another short chapter but I had fun writing it. :P It just seemed like a good place to end it. Please Review! I live off of feedback!