I swear it was my intent to post this before Christmas but then my regular Holiday Traditions got screwed up and I didn't have a lot of time because I was rushing everywhere. I'm still not 100% happy with it.

I'm sorry for making you wait so long and thank you for sticking with the story and all the wonderful lovely reviews. Merry Belated Christmas and Happy New Year.

WARNING! Assault and More evil Lucius (he's almost done, I promise)

Here We Go…

Chapter 35: Morsmordre

Severus sat on his bar stool in a rundown pub in Knockturn Alley. As much as it sickened him to be back in this place, which was a common hang out place for Death Eaters during the war, he had a reason. He needed to revisit his Death Eater days. Harriet and Draco were being held by one of the best and he had to figure out some way to be better.

After nearly five days and still nothing being done by the Ministry to find Harriet and Draco, James had gone into work and pulled every file he could find about Lucius and the war. Unfortunately, Fudge had caught him taking the files to his office and demanded that James return them. James of course refused and kept walking.

Later that night some of Fudge's lap dogs called on the house at Spinners End, took the files back and told James that he was suspended until further notice and the only reason why he wasn't terminated was because Kingsley Shacklebolt had put in a good word for James and claimed that he was temporarily insane because of his missing daughter. Fudge was still convinced that the children were safe and unharmed but consented, if not for anything else than to get Kingsley out of his office. What the Ministry didn't know was that James was able to copy the files before they were taken away, so he still had information to work with.

The bartender handed Severus his drink which he accepted gratefully. James wasn't the only one facing problems. Sirius was constantly seen with a drink in his hand, Lily was literally making herself sick with worry, and Narcissa had become more of a cationic statue than a person. Severus himself was trying desperately to keep a level head, for himself and everybody else, but even he too was beginning to lose what little faith he had. If he knew Lucius as well as he thought he did then by now there were very limited options on the conditions of the children.

He drowned his drink with one last gulp and ordered another one. While the bartender busied himself Severus looked around the pub. He had to think like a Death Eater if he wanted to get his hands on Lucius before he killed one or possibly both of the children, and just being here in this old place was helping. He remembered the talks and the celebrations that the Death Eaters had held here after a raid or a successful night of killing. Every now and again Voldemort himself would join them. It made Severus sick to think about those days.

"SNAPE? SEVERUS SNAPE, IS THAT YOU?"

Severus looked around and spotted the table in the far corner where three men were calling and waving to him. Severus groaned as he recognized who they were. There had been a total of six Death Eaters in Voldemort's most intimate circle. Himself, Lucius, Bellatrix Lestrange, Bartimus Crouch Jr., Walden McNair, and Augustus Rockwood. At the moment it was Crouch (Yeah, I know not book accurate, that's why It's Fiction.), McNair, and Rockwood who where calling out and waving at him to come join them. Reluctantly, Snape picked up his drink and made his way over to them.

The spy sat with the former loyal Death Eaters and pretended to enjoy the relivings of the war and everything he had to do to maintain his cover. The other men talked with smiles on their faces and sighed as they relived their favorite times. Severus sipped his drink and tried not to throw up at the memories that he swore he would never visit again began to surface.

"…and Morsmordre. Oh, those were the best times."

Snape's eyes snapped up and he could have sworn he heard a click inside his head. Politely finishing his drink and making up an excuse to leave, he left the pub and headed as fast as he could back home.

Silent tears escaped the corners of James' eyes as he continued to pore over the copied files he had from the Ministry. Being an Auror he knew the importance of time in missing person's cases, and the time in this case was coming up on five days. He kept thinking about what Lucius had said to him that day at the Ministry… "… I'd put an extra pair of eyes on your daughter, wouldn't want anything to happen to her"… Then he thought about what Draco must be going through.

"James?"

The quiet whisper broke him from his thoughts. He looked up to see Lily, Narcissa, and Sirius looking at him. At first he hardly seemed to recognize any of them. They all looked terrible, he knew that, but to see it so clearly in front of him just seemed to make it all the more real. Lily approached her husband and took him into his arms. Sirius led a blank-faced Narcissa to an armchair and helped her sit down. A flash of green illuminated the room just then and Snape stepped out of the fireplace, without even bothering to brush himself off, and headed strait over to James.

"Morsmordre." He said breathing heavily.

"What about it?" asked James "It's a spell. The one that Voldemort and his Death eaters used to fire their symbol into the sky whenever they killed or were victorious in a battle. Which was sometimes the same thing."

"It was also a code." Severus continued "If a battle was a loss, or even if Death Eaters had to flee in general they would say 'Morsmordre' and floo or disapperate from where ever they were and met at the castle. Morsmordre Castle."

There was silence in the room while Snape's words were pondered. James was the first one to react. After clearing his throat and blinking a few times he spoke.

"So this Castle was what exactly?"

"Basically it was the Death Eaters equivalent to Grimwald Place. Except of course Grimwald Place was seen as more of a place of hope. Morsmordre was a place for pain. Not all torturing took place in people's homes or offices. If a Death Eater found…'a favorite' they would bring them to Morsmordre. Some of the highest in the ranks even had their own privet rooms there so they wouldn't have to be too far from their 'little ones' or 'beloved pets' as they referred to them." he spat.

"What does this have to do with anything?" Sirius asked impatiently.

"I'm getting to that, Black." Severus continued "As I said Morsmordre was the Death Eaters answer to Grimwald Place. It too was protected. Voldemort himself was the secret keeper for the castle. Only he alone could reveal its location and the Death Eaters were sworn to silence, similar to an Unbreakable Vow, but not as powerful. Which meant that as long as Voldemort held power Death Eaters could not refer to it, except to each other or Voldemort."

"I still don't see…"

"How can you not, Black. Think about it. Lucius was Voldemort's second-in-command. As the highest ranking he had a set of privet rooms. Because of the oath though he could not speak of it, not even to Narcissa…"

"That's where he has Harriet and Draco." James suddenly said.

"That is my thinking, yes." Severus said.

Harriet sat on the bed rubbing her sore wrists.

Draco was breathing heavily in his cell.

Lucius smirked as he sipped his drink, eyes closing as the warm breeze crossed his face through the open window. The scent of the sea filled his nostrils. It had been years since he had been back to Morsmordre yet the place looked exactly how the Death Eaters had last left it. He had even found papers lying across his old desk that he had been working on the last time he was here. The place was extremely neat and clean which led him to believe that the castle must have been enchanted to clean itself every so often.

The ex-Death Eater finished his drink closed the window and sat down at his desk. Twirling the empty glass in his hands he thought about what he might do today. It had been two days since he had seen either of the two teenagers he was keeping captive. He wondered if he should leave them alone for a while longer. Let them think that maybe he forgot about them, and then return to see them recoil even more. He remembered doing that with his pets during the war. It was wonderful to see the fear that spread across their faces when they realized they were never really rid of him at all.

Maybe he would visit the girl later, if for no other reason than to spend some time in his room. He had been sleeping in Bellatrix's room since had put Harriet in his. He didn't mind too much, he and his sister-in-law had spent many a night together in her room and sometimes in his. Her husband never minded because he had mistresses of his own. However it still wasn't the same sensation that one gets from sleeping in their own bed. For some reason that last thought brought no comfort to him. He had stopped denying himself the fact a long time ago that he was lusting after his son's girlfriend, now fiancée.

He had figured that out last November when he had confronted her after the Quidditch match. It had not been in his plans to rape her, although the thought had crossed his mind while he was thinking of plans, but it didn't sound appealing at the time. Once he was in her room though, his whole plan changed on the spot. He did accomplish most of the things he wanted to do, each time hoping to break her, but every time he thought he had her defiance kept hanging on. It wasn't until he had flung her onto her bed and held her form in his arms did he realize exactly what it was he really wanted to do to her.

Laughing lightly to himself, Lucius set down his glass, gathered his cane & wand and left his old study. He casually made his way through the corridors of Morsmordre, in no particular hurry to go anywhere. He decided that he would go see the girl for a while and who knows; maybe he would get a chance to sleep in his own bed after all. Even if he didn't act fully on his lust tonight, it didn't mean that he had to leave. Too bad he didn't think of that earlier. Being in the same room all the time with her might have not been that bad of an idea, but it was the sense of not knowing when he would be back that made him decide against it. That didn't mean he had to leave every time though.

He opened his bedroom door gently and peeked inside. Harriet was lying down, ankles and wrists tied, with her eyes closed. He knew she wasn't asleep so he saw no point in being quiet. He shut the door just loud enough that she would here the click of it closing and the lock that followed. He sat himself next to Harriet on the edge of the bed and softly began to caress her cheek.

"I know you're awake, my dear." He said tauntingly

"Don't call me that." She snapped.

"Why? It's what I've always called you."

"And it has always bothered me."

"Oh, why didn't you tell me that earlier? I could have come up with something else to call you."

"I'd rather you not call me anything."

Lucius blinked and let out a short laugh.

"Your defiance has returned I see."

"It never left, it's just has had some time to reload itself."

"Hmmm…" Lucius sighed, releasing her bonds, pulling her up to him and continuing to move his fingers along her flesh "I have actually just thought of an idea to which some of our problems can be solved."

"What 'Ours'?"

Lucius ignored her.

"I feel that with keeping you and Draco both here, I'm not being a very gracious host. I do try and keep the amount of time I spend with you both equal but if I spend a longer amount of time with one then I feel like I am neglecting the other one. So, I have thought about it and decided that I am willing to let one of you go."

Harriet gasped but the sudden flash of hope was gone in a second. He said he would let ONE of then go. That meant that one of them would have to stay. She didn't want to be anywhere within any distance of Lucius, but she would never sacrifice Draco to him either.

"And," Lucius continued "I have decided that you can help me choose. Personally I already know which one of you I would prefer to stay, but I will listen to your perspective. What do you say?"

Harriet shook her head. She couldn't think about it. He had just confirmed that she and Draco were in the same place and she hated to think what he had been doing to him in the time that they had been away. However she felt the only way to do this was to play into Lucius' hand, so she asked the only question she could.

"Which one of us is your preference?"

"My preference," Lucius said "would be to let Draco go, and have you stay."

"Why me?" she asked in a choked up voice.

Lucius chuckled darkly.

"Oh, Harriet," he hissed "do you really don't know why? Everything that I have done to you, it was never about you. It was about Draco. I knew the feelings he had for you and to see you hurt, would bring him twice as much pain as would to you. Then once I got close to you, the fear that rolled off you, it was delicious. The more I hurt you, the more you screamed was so pleasurable. When I first began I believed it to be added pleasure from what I knew my actions would do to Draco but quickly realized that wasn't it. It was Lust. Your pains, your screams, it made me want you.

"But that has nothing to do with what we were talking about. As you may or may not know, most likely not, Natalie, my mistress has been called home by her family to Edinburgh. Which means," He ran a long finger down her neck and pulled one of the straps down from her shoulder and paused "Well, I think we both know what that means."

He turned her in his arms and collapsed his mouth onto hers. She tried as best as she could to push him off but he lowered them both down onto his bed and trapped her beneath him. He removed his mouth from hers and began assaulting her neck and shoulder. She protested but he didn't care. She could cry, scream and protest all she wanted but there was no way he was going to stop.

He ripped the nighty he had made out of her dress which exposed her breasts to him. He began to attack them as his hands continued to rip the material covering her body. Her petite body was shaking under his causing him to become more aroused as she attempted to fight him off.

"That's it Little One," he spoke into her ear "struggle, fight, squirm. It's wonderful."

He continued to assault her body and she continued to struggle. However her strength was beginning to fade and she knew she would be running out soon, then he would be free to do what he wanted and she would be powerless to stop him. But as long as she still had strength she was going to use it. Lucius snapped his fingers and his top layers of clothing evaporated before he descended upon her again.

"Are you growing tired already, Pet. I'm just getting warmed up."

"THEN MAYBE I SHOULD COOL YOU DOWN!" Came a new voice.

*GASP* who's there?

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