A/N – Finally here is the next chapter! I would just quickly like to thank everyone for being so understanding about my little rant before, but I felt that it just needed to be said. Anyway, without further ado, here is chapter 34!

Enjoy!

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"Talking"

"Parstletongue"

Thinking

"Callia/Draco/Sirius talking in animagus forms"

Pairings: Voldemort/Bellatrix (Married), Sirius/Severus (Lovers), possible pairings with Draco and Callia later on (not together, with different people)

Warnings: graphic-y images of the dead body

Other Notes: when Callia is casting a spell, it is wandlessly and non-verbally unless stated otherwise.

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Chapter 34

Voldemort, Sirius, Severus and Draco had left the manor as soon as the spell had started working. Pansy had been locked in Callia's room as she refused to stay put, and Lucius, Narcissa and Bellatrix were all at Malfoy Manor, not having any idea what was happening.

Tom left without bothering to explain. Bella would be the only one to question his decision to not tell them, but she would forget about it as soon as Callia was home. And she will get home - alive! I will not lose her!

All four were on brooms. Draco was leading the pack on his Lightning Strike 5000, using his ring to guide them to Callia. They had been flying for half an hour. The small snake on Draco's ring slowly getting bigger.

"How far away do you think she is?" Sirius called from beside Severus.

"Hopefully not much further. The snake is almost back to its original size, so we should be close," Draco said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. He wanted to find Callia more than anything - he just hoped he would find her alive.

After another five minutes they were flying over a large forest in the middle of two Wizarding communities. Draco suddenly shouted and stopped. Tom was beside him in an instant, Sirius on his other side, and Severus leaning over his lovers broom to get a look at the ring, which Draco was staring at. The snake on the ring had turned back to its original size, and its head was pointing down. Callia was right below them. All four dived right in the middle of the thicket of trees at the same time. All of them coming to a stop when they saw the house.

It was a small, old manor. It was made of large, grey block of stone which were home to a great, twisting ivory plant, which had made the manor its home. In between the ivory were, surprisingly, roses: red, white and a vivid violet. There was a small stream to the left of the manor, crystal clear water with a pebbled bottom. The trees surrounding the manor let in just enough light to give the place an ethereal golden glow. The season's snow had not quite penetrated the trees, and only a light dusting of white covered the scene.

None of the four could admit the place wasn't beautiful. In fact, it was breathtaking. It was the most magnificent place any of them had seen - only right then. It was also the most deadly. Callia was in that house, alone and scared.

Draco was the first to snap out of his gawking and act. He quickly cast a Disillusionment charm over himself and his broom before swooping down to the closest window. Inside he saw a large drawing room, lit only by a roaring fire. He flew around the whole manor, taking in every room he saw. He stopped dead at the last.

It was on the very top floor of the manor, facing the river. When Draco looked inside he noticed it was a bedroom, but that wasn't what had caught his eye. It was the colours. The whole room was decked out in silver and green, from the walls to the carpet to the bookcase and bed covers. He also noticed a few of the posters on the wall, and quickly gathered it was a girl's room.

Whoever did this to Callia was in Slytherin? It was probably one of her friends! Draco thought incredulously. His eyes widened. I think I know who did this... He took the charm off himself and signaled for Tom, Sirius and Severus to take a look. Three sets of eyes widened as they took in the room. Tom gritted his teeth as he looked at Draco.

"When you were stunned the first time, did you say two spells came from behind your attacker?"

Draco looked at him gravely and nodded.

"Lenexa, Alexis and Leslie," he whispered.

Tom nodded, and a low growl game from Sirius.

"I'd say Lenexa was the ringleader. Alexis next, then Leslie," Draco said as he started to fly towards the door. Tom nodded his agreement before landing in front of the large oak double doors and dismounting.

"We'll deal with them later. For now, let's go get Cali,"

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Callia looked at the dead body and the blood on the floor with disgust as she contemplated how to get out of there. In the end she just let her magic out - like she had done that day with Sirius in the dungeons - and let it hold her a few inches off the ground as she walked over the dark red liquid.

As she walked over the dead body she shivered. She really didn't want to kill her kidnapper – despite her parentage she didn't believe in killing for no reason – but he had left her no choice.

When she got out of the room, she noticed his blood had seeped under the door and now covered half of the stone floor in the long hallway. She shrugged before continuing to hover over the ground as she made her way to the wooden door which would ensure her escape.

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Once all four were on the ground with their wands out, Draco shifted. He nodded towards the large oak doors which Tom then pushed open. As soon as the door opened, Draco took a sniff, hoping to catch her scent. Instead, he whimpered and shifted, his face gone pale. Tom, Severus and Sirius looked at him curiously, before Sirius shifted and sniffed as well, getting the same reaction as Draco.

"Blood," Sirius whispered after he shifted back. "And fresh."

"And by the smell, a lot of it. I just hope-" Draco was cut off by a livid looking Tom.

"Don't. Finish. That." he hissed out.

Sirius and Severus ignored the two and moved forward. They soon came into a large den/living area, which was painted in warms tones of red, maroon and brown. The room was toasty warm, lit only by the roaring fire, which cast an orange glow on the four faces as Draco and Tom moved to join Sirius and Severus.

Tom barely spared the room a glance as he moved through the manor, briefly looking into each once. A bedroom done in black, red and silver was the first room. A drawing room with a high ceiling and low, comfy couches the next one. He looked into a bathroom done in all black marble the third room. A ballroom, much like his, only smaller was the fourth. All of them were on the way to the dungeons, and all except the bathroom were lit only by the orange glow of a fire.

Tom managed to find the entrance to the dungeons easy enough, and when he stood outside the door even he could smell the blood. Draco was right; there had to be a lot of blood on the other side of that door for a human to be able to smell it. Tom just hoped it wasn't Callia's.

Tom shook the thought out of his head and pushed open the door. He almost fainted in relief when he saw Callia on the other side. He let out a choked sob, running up to Callia and taking her tiny, blood-spattered body into his arms without a word.

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Draco heard Toms choked sob and his heart nearly stopped.

No. No. No! She can't be dead! Oh god, please don't be dead! Draco thought as he rushed to Tom's side. He was in the entrance to the dungeons, on his knees with a blood-spattered, raven-haired body in his arms. There was a pool of blood on the floor seeping from under one of the doors. Draco was about to let out a scream when the raven head picked itself up to look at him.

Draco almost cried in relief and ran over to Tom's side, almost yanking Callia out of his arms. When Sirius and Severus came in and tried to hug Callia as well, Tom unwillingly let her go and went to investigate the pool of blood. He tried not to step into the blood but would have to if he wanted to see into the room.

He scowled and waved his wand, several large pieces of wood appearing in front of him. He cast a strong levitating charm on them and used them as stepping stones in the room. Severus watched him with curiosity before letting go of a now sobbing Callia and following his Lord. Sirius got up and followed his lover, leaving Callia in Draco's arms.

"Leave the body, dad," Callia whispered. It was the first time she had spoken since the four got there. "Let the world see what happens to people who defy you," Tom looked back at his daughter and almost fainted when he saw her eyes flash red.

All three men gasped when they saw the room. All three guessed what the bed was for, and the handcuffs on each post were only a confirmation. All three also smiled maliciously when they saw Callia's captor's lifeless body strung off the roof.

Tom raised an eyebrow at the man's missing anatomy, still lying in the pool of blood at his feet. Sirius and Severus were both looking between the body - well, more accurately, the empty space between its legs - and the floor with a mixture of pain and disgust. Tom, on the other hand, was trying, and failing, to hide a look of pure sadistic glee.

It was only when Tom spelled the blood off the man's chest, to see what other injuries that Callia had inflicted upon him, did the three see the words that had been literally carved into his skin.

Those who defy the Dark Lord will serve the same fate as I.

"She really is your daughter, Tom," Severus muttered, before taking Sirius' arm and leading the man out of there.

Tom took a moment to savor the fact his daughter had caused this man so much pain before leaving as well. When Tom walked back out he found Draco had taken Callia into the drawing room, and she was sitting in front of the fire, shivering violently and silently sobbing.

When he walked into the room, Callia bolted up out of Draco's arms and right into her fathers. Her tears fell onto his neck as she began to sob again, her tiny body shaking even more. He motioned with his head for Draco to follow, and they walked out. Sirius and Severus were waiting by the front door.

Tom ignored his broom, walking straight out into the rays of the setting sun and prepared to Apparate. He stopped and the three behind saw Callia point a shaking hand to the sky. The tree branches above the house burnt to a crisp, the snow from the incinerated branches fluttering down to land on the five. A flash of light from Callia's outstretched finger allowed Tom, Sirius, Severus and Draco to see the Dark Lords mark in the sky.

Severus let out a small smile as he heard Tom give an approving laugh before Apparating away with Callia.

Sirius took all of the forgotten brooms, handing Draco his, and also Apparated away. Severus followed with his godson. Within a minute, they were all back at Riddle Manor.

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Callia was just about to walk through the doors that would lead her to freedom when they opened. She stopped dead, fearing another attacker. She almost sobbed in relief when she realized it was her father. He ran to her with a choked sob of his own and scooped her up into his arms, cradling her now shaking body against his as she began to sob as well.

She heard more footsteps and looked up, her eyes meeting Draco's and his expressions when from one of pain, loss, and sorrow to one of relief the second she met his eyes. He was at her side in an instant and practically pulled her out of her father's arms.

Sirius and Severus were at her side a few seconds later, and she felt her father sigh and let go of her. He walked towards the pool of blood. Sirius and Severus following him about thirty seconds later.

"Leave the body, dad," she said softly. "Let the world see what happens to people who defy you."

Tom looked back at her, and he looked like he was going to faint. Callia was just about to ask why when he looked away, walking over the floating blocks of wood into the room with the dead body.

Callia turned and buried her head into Draco's neck, calming a little when his magic reached out to envelope her. After she heard the gasps from the room, Draco took her out of the cold dungeons and into a drawing room. It was like an oven compared to the dungeons, and was lit only by the light from the roaring fire.

Draco sat with her by the fire, running his hand in comforting circles around her back as she silently sobbed into his robes. No words were spoken; none were needed.

Tom soon came in and Callia launched herself into her father's arms. She loved Draco, but she needed her father's comfort. He walked outside with Callia in his arms. She could tell he was just about to Apparate them home when she stopped him. Tom looked at her curiously but she just smiled.

"You saw the message on the body?" she whispered, so low no one else would have been able to hear. Tom nodded.

Callia smiled and pointed a shaking arm to the sky and sent out two spells in quick succession; an Incendio to burn the trees in her way, and a Morsemordre, putting her father's mark in the sky. He gave her an approving laugh before they Apparated right into his study.

"Going to give me all the credit?" he asked, smiling for the first time in days as he sat her down on one of the lounges.

"'Course not. Just letting people know who they're messing with," Callia said cheekily. Tom cocked a brow at how quickly her mood had changed. Just seconds before she had been sobbing. Tom looked his daughter straight in the eyes - no matter how hard she tried to cover it up, Tom could see the haunted look in his daughter's eyes.

Callia blushed and looked away. Tom sighed and held open his arms, which Callia happily ran into once more.

"When the others get back, we'll go see your mum, ok?" he asked, just as Sirius, Draco and the Severus entered his study.

Callia nodded and snuggled deeper against his chest. Tom motioned for Sirius and Severus to follow as he walked out of the study.

"Draco, would you please go and release Miss Parkinson from Callia's room and bring her to your manor in an hour? No earlier, understood?"

Draco nodded and headed, unwillingly, up to Callia's room.

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In truth, he had forgotten all about Pansy. He was too wrapped up in finding Callia, and now he had, he didn't want to leave her side. The second he stepped into Callia's room Pansy literally ran into him.

"Well?" she screeched. "Did you find her?"

Draco waved his hand at the door behind him, and it locked itself. He was thanking Callia now for teaching him some wandless and non-verbal spells, even if they were only simple and he wasn't very good at them.

"Yes, but you can't see her just yet," Draco rushed out when he got a suspicious glare from his friend.

"WHAT? WHY NOT?" she screeched again, running over to the door only to find it locked. Draco took her distraction to take out his wand and strengthen the locking charm before Pansy turned on him again. "I. WANT. TO. SEE. HER!"

"Well, you can't! And since you're here, neither can I! Tom has taken her to Malfoy Manor to see Bella, mum and dad, and I can't even go because I have to babysit YOU!" Draco exploded. "I can't even go to my own fucking home!" He yelled, causing Pansy to back up a few steps.

When Draco saw the scared look on his friends face he forced himself to calm down. He then walked over to the bed and flopped down on it, rolling onto his back and lacing his hands behind his head. He only spoke when Pansy moved to lie beside him, her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Pans. It's just been hard, you know? And today, when I first saw Cal, I honestly thought she was dead," Draco's voice broke on the word 'dead', and Pansy wrapped a comforting arm around his middle. He smiled weakly at her and continued. "It's just, I have been stressing for days thinking she was dead, and now she is finally home, alive, and I can't even see her!"

A single tear escaped Draco's pained eyes and Pansy lifted a finger to his face and wiped it away, much to the surprise of both of them.

"Sorry," she whispered, but both of them knew it had nothing to do with the tear.

"It's not your fault Pans. It's that bastard's fault that kidnapped her. Oh, I am so glad he is dead!" Draco growled. "Too bad I didn't get to torture him for hurting Cali," he muttered, and there was an underlying whine in his voice.

"Who was it? Did Tom kill them?" Pansy asked quietly.

"Not sure, some man. And no," Pansy looked up in surprise. "Callia killed him." he said those last three words flatly, all emotion seeping from his voice. Pansy's eyes widened.

"W-why?" she stuttered. She could never imagine Callia killing anyone.

"You'll have to ask her, I don't know." Draco said, sadness and anger creeping into his tone. Pansy looked at him curiously, but nodded.

"Ok, then. So, when can we go see her?"

Draco cast a tempus charm and let out a sigh.

"Not for another forty-five minutes..." Pansy groaned and pushed off the bed. She walked over to the opposite end of the room and pulled out her wand. Draco looked at her curiously.

"Pans, what are you doing?" he asked, getting off the bed as well.

"Since we're stuck in here, might as well make use of the time," she said and shrugged, getting into a dueling stance. Draco smirked and pulled out his own wand, happy for the distraction.

"Ok, Pans, lets duel!"