I don't own Harry Potter.

So, yeah probably only a few chapters left to this story. I'm gonna start tying everything up.

Chapter 25 "Resistance"

Damius paced his bedroom at Malfoy Manor, unable to sit still. He knew Lucius was planning another raid, which Damius was to lead again. Damius had decided that he was done, he was out. He couldn't do this anymore. He desperately wanted to tell Bellatrix, and they could run away together, but he got the feeling she wouldn't be pleased with him. Damius continued pacing, his heart beating fast, Should he just leave and not tell anyone? What about his Bella? The thought of being without her made his heart twinge. But if she truly cared about him, wouldn't she understand why he couldn't do this?

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"Lucius, I am concerned for Damius." Bellatrix clasped her hands together where she was sitting in front of Lucius in his office. "I fear that this may be too much for him."

"He will have to deal with it Bella. He is Chosen." Lucius kept his eyes focused on the desk in front of him so he wouldn't have to look at his secret love. It was getting harder each day not to tell her how he felt and he had begun avoiding her to prevent any occurrences he might regret.

"Lucius, please look at me." Bellatrix' voice was like a melody to his ears, and he felt his head rising to meet her eyes. "Please, I don't know what to do. I have tried encouraging him, but I sense that he is still apprehensive." Bella shifted, and the fabric of her dress rippled, her bare gorgeous thigh showing through the slit in th side. Lucius practically felt his mouth watering at the sight, and had to glance at his desk again.

"Bella, I don't know what to tell you ." Lucius said, his grey eyes meeting her black ones.

Bella sighed, a sound that made Lucius' heart flutter. "He's just so ...young. Please come with me. We'll talk to him. We must make him understand." Bellatrix stood, holding a hand out for Lucius to join her.

Lucius cleared his throat. "I don't think that it will-"

"Please," Bellatrix whispered, her eyes dark. Lucius stood, and Bellatrix grasped his hand tightly, glad for some warm comfort. But to Lucius it meant something so much different. He shuddered visibly as Bella wrapped her arm around his, feeling her warmth, and before he knew what happened, before he could stop it, he had pressed his lips against hers.

Bellatrix stiffened, shocked, and Lucius took advantage of this to push her down on top of the desk, sending papers scattering to the floor. A beast had seemed to rise within him at her touch, and now it was in control.

Being pressed against the hard wood seemed to pry Bellatrix out of her shock and she turned her head away frantically. "Lucius, what are you doing?" she struggled in his grasp, but he didn't release her.

"I'm loving you, Bella. I can't help it. You're perfect in every way." he pressed down upon her, reaching a hand under her dress to massage her soft thigh. His lips found their way to her neck, eagerly kissing every spot he could reach.

"Stop!" Bellatrix cried, trying to push him away, but Lucius seemed not to hear her. His eyes grew dark with passion and lust, finally obtaining the thing he wanted most in the world: Bellatrix. He pushed a eager hand under the top of her dress, and she screamed. Lucius quickly pressed his lips against hers to prevent her from making any more noise, and pulled her dress strap down over one shoulder, needing more skin contact. Tears were flowing from Bella eyes now, the wetness touching Lucius' face as he pressed against her. His tongue worked wildly in her mouth, and she bit it, but he didn't seem to feel the pain.

There was suddenly a hurried knock on the door accompanied by a worried voice. "Lucius? Is everything alright?"

Lucius didn't seem to hear the voice, but Bellatrix's eyes widened at the familiar sound of her sister, and she grabbed the closest item on the desk, one of Lucius' wine glasses and threw it to the floor. The glass shattered into a million pieces, coating the floor like sparkling diamonds.

"Lucius?" Narcissa opened the door, worried about her husband, and stopped dead-cold at the sight in front of her. Her husband had her sister, who was supposed to be in Azkaban, pinned on his desk, hands working wildly under her dress and his lips abusing her with hard kisses and sharp nips.

Lucius still didn't look up until Narcissa screamed. The sound pieced him like a banshee. He pried himself off Bellatrix and stood up straight in front of his wife. She was supposed to be out with Draco this evening. He had not expected her to be home.

"What are you doing?" she screeched. "Bellatrix..how did she get out..why are you doing this to her Lucius?"

Lucius regarded her coldly. The bitch had been causing him nothing but trouble since he married her. She gave him a son, and then transformed him into a sappy caring child. She was glad the Dark Lord was destroyed. She was as bad as muggle filth at this point. And it was his job to rid the world of filth, so that was what he was going to do.

Bellatrix scurried away from Lucius now that he was preoccupied with Narcissa and huddled in a corner as his sister screamed obscenities at Lucius, who stared at her without a hint of guilt in his eyes. Bellatrix saw him reach for his infamous cane which held his wand, and she knew instantly what he was going to do.

"Narcissa!" she screamed, trying to warn her sister, but it was too late. Lucius raised the cane, pointing it at Narcissa.

"Quit whining, bitch." Narcissa's mouth opened in horror as her husband screamed, "Avada kedavra."

The green light from the wand hit her square in the chest, and she instantly slumped to the floor, a pile in the doorway.

Lucius laughed at the sight. Something had happened to him after he had kissed Bella- he felt powerful, alive. He could do anything, have anything he wanted. And he wanted Narcissa dead, and Bellatrix in his arms. And so it would be.

"No!" Bellatrix screamed, running over to her sister and kneeling beside her. Even after everything Lucius had said, she still shared a bond with Narcissa, a bond that stayed with her. She still cared about her sister, one of the few people that had stayed in her heart, and now she was gone.

"Come, Bella. Let me take you." Lucius held his hand out, smiling maniacally and Bellatrix narrowed her eyes.

"You think I would go to you after what you did? You're disgusting." Bellatrix spat.

Lucius pulled his lips back in an animal-like snarl. He would have Bellatrix-she desired him, it was clear, but she just couldn't admit it to herself.

A sudden soft pattering made both Lucius and Bellatrix look up.

"Daddy!" little Draco said, holding his arms out to his father, who glared at the boy. Bellatrix looked fearfully up at Lucius; what was he going to do? Would he kill his only son?

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Damius was lost in his thoughts, pacing, pacing, until he heard faint screaming coming from downstairs. What the- he glanced up, torn from his mind. Was that Bella? He quickly went to his door and heard another scream. Without even closing the door behind him, he ran to the sound; what was happening?

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Lucius considered his son in very much the same way he regarded his wife: filth to be cleansed. He would finish this, nice and clean. He smiled a the child and raised his wand as Bellatrix looked on in horror.

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Damius found his way threw the corridors down to Lucius' ofice where all the noise was coming from. The sight that met his eyes made him sick to his stomach: Narcissa, Lucius' wife dead on the floor, Bellatrix cradling her body, and Lucius pointing his wand at the little boy who must be his son. He would not let Lucius kill another innocent person. He stepped behind Lucius so he could be seen now.

"He's just a kid." Damius said quietly, placing a hand on the little boy's shoulder. The kid looked up at him confusedly, probably trying to make sense of the situation.

"Damius!" Bellatrix said , relief breaking over her face at the sight of him. "Tell him to stop! He must not kill Draco. You are his Lord."

"No, I am not. But I want to do the right thing, and that's why I'm leaving. I can't do this anymore. I can't kill people."

Bellatrix looked disappointed at Damius, but he ignored her. If that's how she felt, she really didn't care about his well being, only power, and maybe they weren't meant for each other after all.

Lucius raised his wand, snarling. "Then you are worthless to me as well."

Before Lucius uttered another spell, Damius had scooped up Draco and ran. He didn't look back at Bellatrix, who looked after them with an expression of crushed disbelief. If she truly loved him, she would follow and give up life as a Death Eater for him. He was slightly hurt that he didn't hear her footsteps coming after him, but it told him that she'd rather remain a Death Eater then be with him.

Damius ran until he reached the giant front doors, flashing his wand so they swung open, and falling through them into the night. Draco screamed in his arms, tears falling from his eyes now because he was being taken from his family. Damius wished he could explain to the infant what was happening, but it was impossible. When he reached the vast lawns of the Malfoy Estate, he spun on the spot, Apparating to the only place he could think of: home.

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The house was just as he remembered it, except older. It had been boarded up by the town, a note of condemnation posted on the door. Damius hurried up the steps, ignoring the note, and pointed his wand at the door, causing it to fly open. Draco was sniffling now, the tears drying on his face and Damius patted his head before setting him down in the dark hallway. Draco clung to his leg, miserable and scared.

"Come on." Damius took Draco's hand and used his wand to light the way, leading him down the hall, remembering every turn until he reached the living room. There was nothing here except for an old broken chair, which Damius transfigured into a cot for Draco.

"Tomorrow I'm going to find someone who can help us." Damius told the boy, lifting him up onto the cot. He pulled his cloak off and threw it over Draco. "I have a brother...if I can find him, he can help."

Damius leaned against the cot and felt Draco's little hand gripping his robes tightly. "So your name is Draco, huh?" Damius smiled. "I like it." Draco's eyes were wide in the dark, and Damius reached to pat the boy's head. "Don't worry. It'll be okay."

Damius felt a warm feeling rise in him as he watched Draco's eyes slowly close. Maybe he had done a lot of bad things in the past, but at least he had saved one innocent life tonight.

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