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ADULT THEMES AND MILD ADULT LANGUAGE

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Harry Potter and all related characters are the property of JK Rowling.

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Chapter 38: Under One Banner

"Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner,
torn, but flying, streams like the
thunderstorm against the wind."

Lord Byron - 1788-1824

Screams rocked the house as Lucius stroked his cold, dead wife's face. Running his fingers down her lifeless arm, flakes of skin cracked off and fell to the bed, he wished there was still warm life within her, he missed her. Looking at his wife he could see the peeling skin with the clear fluid oozing from the cracks all over her body as it succumbed to self digestion. Touching her long hair, it felt like straw. Running his fingers across her lips her could feel the cold cracked skin. A small fly crawled from Narcissas nostril, bloated from feasting on her, after a quick flick of it's thin wings, the fly buzzed and flew past Lucius toward the window.

"You are so beautiful my dear." Leaning down he kissed her on the lips. The putrid smell rising from her mouth did not seem to affect him. Holding her hand he felt the bones below the shrinking skin. Sliding his fingers down her green, mould covered, leg, he felt like a murderer, he wished he had charmed her into suspension, so she would remain young and beautiful forever, in his eyes, she would. He could remember who she was in life, how she would shiver at his touch and arch of her back as he would moved his fingers closer to her opening. Her legs parting slightly to allow him entry, but now, her legs were cold and malleable. He would have let a tear fall for his cold, dead wife if he had any to cry. He could see her arching her back, her hair flowing down from her head, dropped back to moan as he found her spot. She looked so peaceful laid on the bed. Even death had not decayed her beauty in his eyes, he wanted to take her, but he could not, he could not do that to the one he loved.

The screams from downstairs echoed round the house and Lucius opened his eyes, and looked down on his wife, she still looked beautiful to him. "I shall return, my darling."

Striding across the room her threw open the door. His rags, now grey and yellow, fluttered around his thin, almost bone, legs. The scream sounded again has he stepped out, into the passageway and closed the door behind him, leaving the decaying corpse alone with the flies.

Making his way down the main staircase, his lips crawled back into a sadistic grin as he thought about what he would do to Rabastan, once this was all over. Walking along the stone floor he moved closer to the old sitting room, that was now being used as an interrogation room. The little old man in the chair had information he wanted, and he would get it, even if it was with Ollivander's final breath.

Draco lay in the undergrowth, his wife beside him. They held hands and he could feel the cool breeze against his face as he thought of the night before.. The kiss as the sun died, the laughter and the cheers and then, later, the walking to their bedroom and first act of consummation. Hours of love making. Taking one and other to the peak of excitement and then pulling away, only to return them there again, later. His long blonde hair fluttered in the breeze and he wondered how today would end. He had never felt so apart of anything before, until yesterday. Yesterday it had all changed, he had been shown that friends are things that can not be bought, but earned. Through truth and kindness, two things that had been, until recently, unfamiliar to him.

"Every one's ready, they're all in position." Hermione said after seeing the four doves flying over the house. Her long brown hair tied back, her hands warm from the touch of her husband. She was surprised how their hate had become love. Looking back, she could see how it had grown from loneliness. She had yearned for someone exciting, something new and she had found it, in Draco. She thought about Ron, how he had cared so much for her. She would fight today, fight and kill in his memory. "What shall we do?" She asked Draco. She could make out his firm body through the cotton shirt he wore. She remembered running her tongue over that trim body the previous night. His hands moulding her breasts after she had taken his shaft between her soft breasts. Then she had made her way down to his manhood and took the length in her warm, wet, mouth. His fingers and twisted in her hair as she sucked on him as hard as she could. She had felt him tremble and pulled away, much to his pain. Laying back, she had watched him kneel and then felt his long course tongue inside her. The tip flicking across her clitoris as she groaned and wrapped her legs around his head so he couldn't pull out of her. His nose had rubbed against her pubis and she had squealed as his fingers found her anus and entered. She felt Blaise shift next to her. He looked uncomfortable and a little worried. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah... Just worried about Vi." Blaise shifted his weight again. His legs were getting sore and his knees had begun to stiffen. He had been thinking about Victoria since they had arrived, she had wanted to come with them, but that had been one of his conditions, if she hadn't agreed he would have forced a portkey upon her and sent her to Abu Dhabi till it was all over. He mentally swore at himself as he realise he had asked her to sit at home while he went off to die. She had loved him so much the previous night, when he had crawled into bed with her, her hand had roamed and then he had found himself tied to the bed. He didn't want to be out here, in the cold morning air, surrounded by brambles, waiting for the cry to attack. He wanted to be laid in bed with his wife, kissing her firm breasts and running his hand over her tight rump as she stroked his long shaft and kissed his broad chest.

"She'll be ok." Said Draco. He was thinking of the battle to come, who would survive? He wished Hermione had stayed behind with Frobisher... It was going to take him a while to get used to calling her Victoria. He could still smell the cherry blossom on his wife, she had smelt like that last night when he had taken her to bed and slowly undressed her... Cupping her breasts, he had kissed her softly on the mouth. He could feel her hands running down his back to his tense buttocks and then the nails digging in. He had twisted her breasts and they had both moaned into each other's mouths. His hardness pressed into her making her hot. He could feel her heart beating faster and she slid her hand round him and started pulling on his shaft. He had run his fingers down her soft flesh and pushed them inside her. She had let her head drop back as he kissed her breasts and his fingers had probed around inside her. She had pushed him back, he'd groaned as her hand rammed down his manhood to force him back. He had stood there, his hardness throbbing as she turned and got on all fours on the bed, beaconing him. He had stepped up and slid into her from behind, gripping her breasts. She had moaned as he thrust into her, over and over. He had almost screamed when she had turned over suddenly, his penis wrenched to the side and then snapping back against him as it slid out of her. She had raised a leg between his and started to pull him toward her. She placed his manhood between her breasts and started rubbing her soft, voluptuous, breasts up and down his shaft.

Turning, he looked around at the his three companions. "It's time."

She sat there watching the fire flicker, the white hot logs crackling and sending sparks up the floo. Fidelis had brought the fourth pot of tea in a hour, she wondered if her baby would turn tan with all the tea she was filling it with or it would come out high on caffeine from birth. She looked up at Lupin and Sirius, they seemed to be caught up in their own little chat, she noticed James and lily were in there as well. It was a gathering she wished she was part of, anything to get her mind off when they would return and even, who would return.

Her eyes started to hurt as she sat watching the flames dance in the hearth. Her wand was on the table next to her, Victoria wondered how it would feel to be sat in the hedges around the Malfoy Manor, waiting for the signal from Draco to charge. She thought of Blaise, how would her husband be feeling right now? Laid in the wet grass waiting for his call to his death.

Why was she here? Who did they expect to come back? She tumbled those questions over and over in her mind, hoping for an answer to come to her. But after two hours, she still had nothing. The chatter from the portrait was starting to get heated, she could here Sirius saying something in a very low and sharp tone, James had responded by telling him to shut up. Why had she been left here to wait for reports, 'to keep the home fires burning', as Hermione had said. Fidelis cracked into the room. "Any news?" She asked anxiously.

The little elf shook his head. "Barton has not returned Mistress Zabini. No, he has not returned yet." And with that, Fidelis vanished with a crack, back to the kitchen.

She had tried to make the night before last forever, as if it was the last one they would have. She had laid him down and tied him up. It had been wonderful to feel him struggling to break a hand free from the magical bonds. Feeling his body shiver as she took his length in her mouth and ran her teeth, softly up and down it. Her fingers tracing lines on his testicles, she had felt him tense up very quickly. Running her hands down his firm body, she had felt the soft hairs stand on end as she stroked them. His nipples were rigid and she enjoyed his painful sounds of pleasure as she twisted them and pulled them. Her tongue pushing the skin back from the head to run the tip under his rim. He had shook with pleasure as he exploded in her mouth. It was only then, she had released him and, to her surprise, he had pushed her down onto her back and started probing her with his fingers and then his tongue. She had spasmed with pleasure and slammed his penis between her feet so hard, he had jolted above her, but the soothing motion of her soles on his member had brought life back into him and stiffened it again.

She laid back in the chair, remembering his hardness inside her. His thrusts had come in time with her contraction and at one point, she thought the baby was going to come then. She had felt him inside her, filling her so much she felt full. She had almost screamed when she had climaxed for the tenth time and she felt him climax inside her. She had laid for the next hour, just looking at him in the dying moonlight, looking at her strong husband and wishing she were going with him tomorrow.

The sound on the stairs made her jump. It sounded like someone bounding up to her. For a second she thought it may be Blaise returning but then she knew it wouldn't be, they would have just started the attack, if not be about to start. The door swung open and she was looking at a young man with brown hair slightly podgy face, it was clear he had been doing some work on himself and was once a oversized young man. "Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Harry." His harsh voice filled the room, his eyes searched the room. "Is he here?"

"No he's not Dudley. What is it you want?" Sirius said from the portrait. He had been watching Victoria as had the others, but they had not wanted to say anything for fear of scaring her. Now that Harry's cousin had come in, they had no option other than intervene. Victoria would not know who this was and she couldn't tell him anything.

"Dudley?" Victoria asked. Her brow furrowing as she searched for any recollection of his name being mentioned. Was this Harry's cousin? "Are you Dudley Dursley?" She asked the young man stood just inside the doorway.

He nodded.. "Yes. Where's Harry? I need to talk to him?"

She could hear the uncertainty in his voice, but she didn't' have time to discuss it with him. If this was Harry's cousin, he must be responsible, perhaps... "Dudley, I have to nip out, Harry shouldn't be too long, would you be ok staying and waiting for him?" She stood up and reached for her wand.

"Where are you going Vicky?" Asked Lily, her soft eyes worried. She wasn't stupid and she knew this young girls husband was about to go into battle.

"I want to go out, I can't sit in here." She knew that Lily knew exactly where she was going but she hoped Lily would understand why she had to.

"If you are thinking of going to him..." Sirius began but Victoria cut him off.

"And what if I am? I know I promised him I would stay here, but how can I? You must understand this." She looked pleading at Sirius, she could see he understood her, just did not approve. "Well, Dudley," She turned to Harry's cousin. "As I said, Harry should be returning shortly, if I see him I'll let him know you're here. If you need anything just ask Fidelis. Bye." And before anyone could say anything, she vanished, aparating to the front door, and from there.. Well they knew exactly where.

Dudley looked up at the moving portraits.. "Fidelis?" The loud crack made Dudley scream and almost jump back out of the room as the little elf appeared before him.

"You will tell me what I wish to know, old man." Lucius nodded to Borgin, who fired a Crucio at Ollivander. Lucius watched in seething pleasure as the old man writhed and screamed. "How do I combine them?" The old man said nothing so Lucius nodded again and another blast of Crucio hit Ollivander in the chest. "You will tell me."

"Or die?" Gasped the old man tied to the chair. He would welcome death now, Lucius wasn't as good as the Dark Lord, Voldemort had just reached into his mind and taken the information, Lucius couldn't do that, he wasn't as powerful.

"Die? You are mistaken, you will scream until you tell, me. You think I would kill the only man who has this information, unless you wish me to ask your Grandson?" The cold glitter entered Lucius' eyes as she looked at the broken man before him.

"You wouldn't dare." Spat Ollivander, the crimson liquid letting him know that the writhing had opened a wound in his lungs, they would be filling up with blood now and soon, he would be dead.

"Go and retrieve Gant from Hogwarts."

Lucius directed his order to a tall man stood in the doorway, Ollivander couldn't see who it was, it could be one a hundred. "Wait." he couldn't watch his young grandson be put through this, he would not know the information but they would treat him as if he did, and then they would kill him, when they discovered he did not. "Leave my grandson alone and I shall tell you what you need to know."

Lucius wondered if he should believe the old man, but should it not work, he could always go and retrieve the young boy anyway. Raising his translucent hand to Rabastan, he looked down at the old man, he could see the trickle of blood running from the corner of Ollivander's mouth. "Tell me now, should you die, I will fetch your grandson, or maybe your daughter."

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you." He wondered how much he could tell them without sounding as if he were lying. "You must take equal parts of those wands that are to bound... the cores must be bound by the core of the master wand. If this is done wrong, it will not work. Now please, let me go."

Lucius was surprised at how easy this was going to be. Turning from the old man he drifted toward the door. "You may have your fun." He said to Rabastan as he left the room. He knew now how to have the most powerful wand that had ever been built. He wondered if this was true, he had read so many notes on the subject, from theorists and even, a story about Merlin that had said he had such a wand.

Rabastan walked forward, nodding at Borgin to leave, he closed in on the old man tied to the chair. "Close the door." The cold voice ordered.

Borgin walked closed the door and a few moments later, he heard the old man screaming. He stared towards the kitchen where he would find Burke. Together they could plan for a new era where their store was not just a back street hovel, but a legitimate business, maybe take over Ollivander's old premises, he wouldn't be needing them soon. Passing the main door he heard a creek and turned around. He couldn't see anything but Yaxley coming toward him. "Where are you going?"

"To see Lucius." Yaxley growled as he passed Borgin. He had never liked the old wizard. Staying safe in that grotty shop while true followers died for their cause. He had the urge to turn and blast Borgin, kill him here and now. Yaxley turned with his wand in hand...

The door blasted open, shards of wood ripped into his flesh, Yaxley screamed as a large splint of wood tore through his eyeball, he felt the liquid pour onto his cheek.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Author's Notes;

(singsong) Yaxley, has only got one ball... (eyeball that is)

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