This is the last chapter of the Draco's Secret saga. I want to thank all of the wonderful people that have stayed with me and hopefully enjoyed the ride. I am dedicating this chapter to emily@twcny.rr.com (Emily Plessas) who I apparently used an idea she gave me and then forgot to give credit. I have received so many fantastic ideas I may have not praised the right people. I am so sorry. Anyway, thanks to Emily and all of you that have contributed. I hope you like the way the story concludes….

Tessie

Tempest's Fury

Chapter Nine: Madness and Revenge

The young woman that had been sitting at the Ice Cream parlor ran into her room, sat at her desk and started penning a letter.

My dearest Lucius,

I have just this moment found out that you have been imprisoned. How can I help? You but need to ask.

Your faithful servant always…

As she finished writing the letter, she tied it gingerly to the magpie, appropriately named Spawn, which Lucius had given her.

"Find Lucius," she said as she took him to the window and let him go into the night.

~~*~~

Lucius awoke with a start as he was pecked sharply by a vulture. As he rose, the bird stepped back, looking at him suspiciously.

"Get away from me, you fucking bird," Lucius spat angrily.

The bird eyed him once more, ruffled his feathers indignantly, and flew off.

Lucius frantically looked around, trying to orient himself to the strange surroundings. As he looked up and down the beach, he realized there was a note pinned to the front of his robes.

Lucius Malfoy, you have been sentenced by the Ministry of Magic, to a sentence of life imprisonment, to be served on this island. You will live as a Muggle and have no human contact for the rest of your days. You will be supplied with food every three months and there is a cabin for you to live in with a full library of books on how to live as a Muggle.

Lucius crumpled the document angrily in his hand and yelled a curse that was so loud, the birds that were resting in the trees scattered frantically, trying to get away from the awful noise that startled them.

Over the next few months, reality started to fade from Lucius. He was the type of person that needed to be around other people. Never in his life had he been totally alone before. After a while, his mind started to play tricks on him and he would hear voices, so he started talking to himself to drown them out until one day… they started talking back. By late August, Lucius was certifiably mad.

One day, as he was sitting talking to himself, a black bird came swooping out of the sky, flying straight at him. Lucius batted at the offensive creature with his hands as he yelled for it to go away and leave him alone.

The bird, however, was persistent. Flying lower still, it landed a few feet from Lucius and began to talk.

"Iris said, find Lucius."

Lucius sat there staring at the bird for a few moments before he burst into a gale of hysterical laughter.

Clapping with glee, Lucius carried the bird back to the cabin where he read the note.

"I should have known that Pansy's daughter Iris would find me. Now," he said triumphantly, "what to write?"

He sat thinking for a moment and then pulled out parchment and quill.

I should have known you would find me. You make me proud. Now, here is what I need you to do.

Go to Pansy and have her get a portkey made. Make it small so Spawn can easily carry it. Have it made with the destination being your house. Have a wand there waiting for me and you will be rewarded. I look forward to your next message…

~~*~~

When Iris received the letter from Lucius, she immediately penned a letter to her mother Pansy for assistance. The letter she received was shocking.

Iris,

I am too busy at the moment to help in your newest project. Lucius is a clever man. Have him think of another way to get back to civilization. I am in the middle of seducing a new Daddy for you. Walden was never a real man in bed so now that we are divorced, I need to find someone to take his place and I am having a ball looking. Ohh I need to run, Randolph Zambini, Blaize's brother, is taking me to Paris for dinner. I will write you when I return home.

Mother

Iris was livid. How dare she? After all that Lucius had done for Pansy and now she was going to abandon him in his time of need? Iris decided right then that she would make the portkey herself.

~~*~~

Lucius waited everyday for the magpie to show up again. He waited and waited. September turned into October and then November. It was, from what he could gather, the third week of December before the magpie, Spawn, made another appearance.

As the bird flitted down next to Lucius, he realized there was a small key, about the size of a child's diary key, around the bird's neck and a letter attached to his leg. Lucius took the letter first.

My dearest Lucius,

Mother was of no help. She was too busy with her social life to be bothered with our quest, so I made the portkey myself. Sorry it took so long, I had to be very careful on whom I could ask for assistance.

When you receive this letter it should be the third week of December. I will be home from Hogwarts late tomorrow. When you obtain the key, use it, and wait for me in my room. I will be there as soon as I possible can. All you need to do is hold Spawn, touch the key and you both will be transported to my room. Good luck and I will see you soon.

Your trusted servant, Iris

When Lucius finished the letter, he looked at the bird saying…

"So, Pansy didn't have time to help. Well, I guess I should show up a little early to the house and give Pansy an early Christmas present… Me," Lucius laughed maniacally as he picked up Spawn and felt that all-too-familiar tug behind his navel. When the world stopped spinning, Lucius found himself and Spawn in a green and black decorated room, lying on what was unmistakably Iris' bed.

Laughing, Lucius stood and made his way to the door. "Time to play, Pansy. I have waited a long time for this," he mumbled to himself as he found the wand Iris had left him as he exited the room.

Lucius made his way quietly down the hall. Hearing someone enter the front door, Lucius waited in the shadows to see who it was.

"Pansy, I'm here. Are you ready to go?" Asked the man that had just came in the house.

"I'll be there in a few minutes, I am finishing the letter to my daughter, telling her I won't be here for Christmas," Pansy explained as she continued to write.

Lucius crept out of the darkness, startling Randolph right before he mumbled "stupefy."

Entering the drawing room, he saw Pansy sitting at her desk writing the letter.

Lucius walked stealthily behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Oh Randolph, your hand is cold. I will be but a minute," she said, not turning around to see who it was.

"How touching but I don't think you will be going anywhere for Christmas," came that distinctive drawl, one that had always scared Pansy to death.

Turning on the chair, Pansy screamed when her eyes fell on the man standing behind her.

Lucius Malfoy stood there looking frighteningly filthy, a mad glint to his once brilliant grey eyes.

"Miss me?" He asked facetiously.

"How… when… who?" she stammered as she attempted to rise from the chair and bolt.

Lucius turned her so she was facing him again.

"What's wrong Pansy? Feeling a little ashamed that you refused to help me?" he asked, smiling at the way her eyes grew large and enjoying the fear emanating from her person.

Lucius chuckled. "Oh all right, I will be kind enough to answer your questions. Let's see… How. Iris made the portkey that you refused to help with. That made me quite angry. I had to stay on that fucking island for three extra months because of you. When. I arrived just a few minutes ago via the portkey your daughter was clever enough to make. And finally, who. That is evident. Iris," he explained as he watched Pansy squirm.

Finding her voice, Pansy asked shakily, "What did you do with Randolph?"

"Oh, is that his name? He is in the entrance hall, stunned. But don't tell me you prefer him to me," Lucius pouted as he ran a finger down Pansy's quivering face. "I have missed you terribly, Pansy, but I am not happy with you. You remember what happens to people that make me mad, don't you?" he smirked as tears started to run down her face, her body visibly trembling.

"No, Lucius. Please. I was going to help you. Iris told me she didn't want my help," she said unconvincingly.

"Liar! You know how much I hate a liar, Pansy," he said right before his hand made first contact with her face.

Pansy staggered backwards, falling to the floor. Lucius stepped closer to her as she scrambled to get away from another vicious blow that hit her once again in the face.

"Don't run from me, it will only make it worse," he confessed.

Pansy wanted to scream again as another blow hit but she couldn't because this one rendered her unconscious.

As consciousness started to return, Pansy found that she was tied up with invisible bindings, which left her unable to move. She lay there, thinking frantically about what to do when she heard two voices arguing back and forth with each other.

"I think you should torture her more," said the man with the higher pitched voice.

"I don't know, I have always wanted to have her. She is… well was, a very beautiful woman. I would like to compare her to Hermione," said Lucius as he paced the room.

"Well then just fuck her and get it over with so we can get out of here," the other demanded.

Pansy lay there listening, trying to open her swollen eyes. When she got them open wide enough to see she realized that it was only Lucius in the room, he was talking to himself.

"Oh gods, the man is completely mad," she thought to herself as Lucius made his way to her again.

Lucius knelt down next to Pansy, running a long finger down her tear and blood streaked face. "This would not be happening if you had only helped Iris," Lucius said as he conjured a knife, waving it in front of Pansy's face as he whispered ominously, "remember the pensieve?"

A scream rent the air as Lucius started his task…

~~*~~

As Lucius wiped the knife on the robes of the now lifeless Pansy, he heard the front door open and close. "Mum, I'm… what the hell?" Iris exclaimed as she saw Randolph lying in the hall.

Upon hearing this, Lucius stole into a dark corner, waiting for Iris to discover her mother's body.

When Iris came into the room, she screamed. "No, Mum! No…"

As she knelt down next to her mother's body, she was sickened at the site. There was blood everywhere but what stood out the most was a letter "L" that had been carved into her mother's left breast.

Anger filled Iris as she looked at her mother. "I told you to help me. Why couldn't you just do as you were told?" she asked her dead mother as tears ran angrily down her cheeks. Iris leaned close to Pansy's ear, sobbing as she made her vow. "I promise Mother, I will get revenge. I am going to the Ministry about this. Lucius will pay."

"Oh really?" came a voice from the darkened corner of the room. "I think not. Avada Kedavra."

As the green mist snaked it's way through the room, and the sound of rushing death filled her ears, Iris fell dead over her mother's body.

"Well, Lucius, now that all that is done, let's get a bath and start planning the revenge you have waited so long for," said the high pitched voice of his other self.

"Sounds good to me. I am rather filthy," he laughed as he exited the house with a pop.

~~*~~

When the students came back to school from Christmas holiday, they were informed that a renegade Death Eater had killed Iris.

Tension was running high as Kyleigh started having nightmares again. She knew that Lucius had escaped and her fears were confirmed one Saturday morning in January when Draco came to the school to inform her.

The rest of the year was uneventfully quite. This unnerved Draco terribly.

After graduation, they boarded the Hogwarts Express for the last time. Feelings were low.

Close to the end of the trip, Draco entered Kyleigh's compartment informing her that he had boarded but didn't want to disturb her earlier.

"I would just feel better if you were with me when we arrive at the crowded station," Draco told Kyleigh as she looked at him lovingly.

"Thanks Daddy, I appreciate it. I was a little nervous about all the people," she confessed.

"Jamie, would you mind getting Martin for me, I want him with us too. I don't trust Father in the least," Draco asked.

"Sure Sir," replied Jamie as he walked out of the compartment to get Martin.

"Daddy, are you all right? You haven't called Lucius 'Father' in years," she asked, her eyes growing wide with fear when Draco pulled out his wand.

"Silence," he muttered, rendering Kyleigh without a voice.

"This is so much easier than I thought," He said as he grabbed Kyleigh's wrist and picked up a coin from his pocket, the portkey pulling them to their destination.

~~*~~

Frantically, Jamie and Martin bolted off the train towards Draco and Hermione who were standing on the platform.

Jamie was beside himself. "Oh God, I thought he was you. What are we going to do?"

Taking a deep breath, Draco said shakily as he took an unbelieving Hermione into his arms, "We will find her and she will be fine. I promise."

"Oh Draco, we have to find her. How did he get this close?" she asked, looking up and down the platform for any sign of her missing daughter.

"The only thing I can think of is polyjuice potion. Remember, I was missing a brush a few weeks back? We must have a house elf still loyal to Lucius," Draco said as he continued to think hard on how to get Kyleigh back.

"Hermione, make sure you keep on your engagement ring, that way we can stay in contact with each other constantly. I need to hear from you when we are apart so I know you are safe," he said as he pulled her into a desperate embrace.

~~*~~

When they arrived back at the manor, Draco and Severus retired to the library to discuss the plan of attack. Hermione was escorted by Katarina to her room so she could rest, Hermione was beside herself.

As Hermione and Katarina sat in silence, Narcissa brought in some tea, thinking that company might be helpful. While sitting sipping tea, an owl came flying into the room. Hermione removed the letter as a small pouch fell onto the floor.

Narcissa went pale, "That is Lucius' old owl."

Hermione took the letter and read it aloud.

Hermione,

I know that Katarina and Narcissa are with you at this moment. If you want to see Kyleigh alive again, each of you are to take one of the portkeys and come to me. I will know if you tell anyone… I promise you. If you tell anyone, what happens to you will be nothing compared to what I will do to her. Pansy crossed me, look what they found left of her. Spread the keys on the bed and simultaneously, each of you pick one up. I will see you in a few minutes. I look forward to seeing you all again.

Lucius

They stood stunned, for a moment before Narcissa picked up the pouch off the floor. Holding it over the bed, three keys fell onto the bedspread.

"We will be all right. Once we are there, use your ring, Hermione, to communicate with Draco and let him know where we are. Don't do it before we arrive with Lucius," Narcissa insisted.

"But he will know," said Hermione, as she wiped a tear from her eye.

"Lucius doesn't know about the ring. You will be able to talk to Draco. We need to go or he will think we are plotting. Everything will turn out okay," comforted Narcissa as she hugged each woman and reached for her key.

One by one, Hermione, Narcissa, and Katarina touched their various portkeys. Upon arriving at the destination, they were stunned by an unknown source. When they came to, they discovered they had all been placed in the bedroom of the cottage that Katarina had lived in for so many years. It still had the bed and, lined up on the right side of the bed were three chairs. The three women were each sitting in one of the chairs under a body bind watching the horror at the scene that was unraveling before them.

Lying fully clothed and tied to the bed was an unconscious Kyleigh. She had been hit in the face and had a very large purple and black bruise already starting to form on her delicate skin. Her hands had been bound together at the top of the bed and her legs, spread eagle, had been bound to the foot. Lying on the bed next to her was Lucius. He looked at her as he slowly ran a cold finger down the side of her bruised face. As he did this, he glanced at the three women to see their reactions. Narcissa had a look of horror, as did Katarina, but Hermione had a look of seething murderous hatred. This was funny to him.

"What's wrong Hermione, don't you like seeing your daughter here, like this, with me?" he asked, knowing there was no way she could answer. "You have done a wonderful job with her. I believe she will be even more delicious than you were. It would have been very regrettable if I had succeeded in killing her when she was a baby," he said as he started to softly run his fingers down her neck, across her breasts and down her leg.

It was this, which woke Kyleigh up. She couldn't move but felt someone touching her in a way that she didn't want to be touched.

"Get your hands off me, you son of a bitch," growled Kyleigh through gritted teeth as she spat in his face.

He gave a chuckle and slapped her hard in the face. "Leave my mother out of this and don't ever do that again."

She spat in his face again.

He grabbed her by the throat and squeezed as he straddled her body by sitting on her thighs.

"Oh yes, you are a feisty one. I like a challenge," he said as he leaned over her and kissed her roughly, squeezing her throat just a little harder. When he released her, she started coughing and sputtering.

Lucius then reached over to the small table by the bed and picked up the knife he had used on Pansy. It was longer than the one he had used on Hermione, with a thicker blade. As he came to settle back on her legs, he rubbed himself against her in a most intimate way. Kyleigh looked at Hermione who had tears streaming down her face. Astoundingly, Kyleigh wasn't crying, she looked livid. As she gazed at her mother, she discreetly directed her eyes to the foot of the bed trying to get Hermione to look there also. When Hermione did, she saw something that made her heart sing. The leather straps that were binding Kyleigh's legs were coming untied. Hermione thought, "Please Kyleigh, don't lose your concentration." Hermione knew it took a lot of concentration for Kyleigh to use her telekinetic powers. She just had to concentrate.

Lucius so enthralled in what he was planning for Kyleigh he hadn't noticed. Once he was set he took the knife and ran the blade over his finger.

"Sharp isn't it? I learned that little trick for Hermione. She once teased me about a knife she had. I can guarantee, right at this moment, she wishes she had used that knife on me. But instead, I get to use my knife on you. Feel privileged, it is a new one. However it is used. Ask Pansy, oh yeah you can't because it killed her. Oh well," he said as he started to cut away the first buttons on Kyleigh's robe.

"Just think, soon you will also have a scar just like the three bitches over there."

"They don't have them anymore," Kyleigh said defiantly.

"Don't have what?" Lucius asked, his patience running thin.

"The scars. They don't have them any more."

Laying the knife on Kyleigh's chest Lucius bounced off the bed and went over to where Hermione was sitting tearing her robe exposing the tank top she wore underneath. Sure enough, just visible above the scoop neck of the shirt, he no longer saw a scar of his initial "L". He saw a tattoo of a dragon.

"You bitch!" He yelled as he slapped Hermione across the face. "You will pay for removing my mark," he said as he wiped the trickle of blood from Hermione's lip, then sucked the blood from his finger. "When I finish with Kyleigh here, I am going to have another round with the three of you."

Hermione's eyes grew large with surprise trying not to look at the bed to see that Kyleigh had just gotten her tied hands undone.

He walked back over to the bed and climbed back on top of Kyleigh.

"Now where was I? Oh yes, so Kyleigh, tell me has that Indian you seem so fond of ever touched you like this?" he asked as he reached out to caress Kyleigh's now semi-exposed breasts.

"That's none of your fucking business," she said defiantly.

Lucius chuckled, "You have a mouth like your mother. Let's see if your body is as pretty as hers," he said as he cut her robe, further exposing more of her bra. He began tugging at the strap saying, "this needs to go."

However, before he could do anything about it, a picture that was hanging on the wall came flying across the room distracting Lucius just enough to not notice what Kyleigh was doing.

Suddenly the knife was in Kyleigh's hand and she was poised to plunge it deep into his black heart. With a strength she didn't know she possessed, she flipped him onto his back and straddled him like he had been straddling her. Suddenly the door burst open. It was Draco, followed closely by Sirius, Severus and Jamie, all looking completely shocked at what they saw.

"My mother should have killed you when she had the chance," said Kyleigh blankly not noticing the men that had come into the room.

As Lucius lay beneath Kyleigh he laughed nervously.

"You are just like your mother. You don't have the guts to kill me," Lucius said with a low menacing voice.

"Oh you see that is where you are wrong. I have just that much of you in me. I have no problem killing you at all," she said staring at him with loathing,

"You see, Father, you may have raped my mother, Katarina, Narcissa and Draco, but I have had to live with all the visions of what you did. I saw the night I was conceived and the terror you have rained on so many people. I saw what you did to your own son. The scars you have given. I have to live with this everyday and the only way to get rid of these feelings that have built up inside of me since I was five years old is to get rid of the one causing them. I hate you and hope that you rot in hell. There will be no escape this time because I am going to make sure you are dead. I will sit here and wait until every drop of your blood has oozed from your disgusting pathetic corpse," and, as she finished her speech without warning, Kyleigh plunged the knife deep into the center of his chest.

Lucius had a look of complete surprise on his face.

"I can't believe you did this to me," he gurgled in amazement. "I guess you do have some of me in you."

"And when you die that part of me dies with you," Kyleigh vowed as she tightened her grip on the knife and shoved it in even further.

As Lucius started to twitch, Draco came to his daughter.

"Kyleigh are you all right?" Draco asked as he touched her shoulder gingerly.

Not taking her eyes off of the dying Lucius, she said in a clipped voice, "Yes, Daddy, I will be fine as soon as the last breath is drawn by this sorry excuse for a human."

As she sat straddling him, his blood started to ooze from him covering Kyleigh's legs with crimson warmth.

"Maybe you should get off of him, Sweetness," Draco said as he tightened the grip on her shoulder.

Pulling away from Draco's grip she said firmly,

"NO! I want to watch him die… I want to feel him die," she said as a tear ran down her face.

She looked harder at Lucius and saw that his eyes were starting to cloud over, death very near.

As the last ounce of life slipped out of his body, Lucius announced with defiance,

"I have no regrets."

Kyleigh stared into his cold eyes, "Neither do I," she said as she watched the life force slip from Lucius as he took his last breath.

Kyleigh sat there, continuing to stare at his lifeless body, relief beginning to fill her tired soul. It was necessary for Draco to physically remove her from his body before she snapped out of it. Then the flood of emotions from the last eighteen years hit her and she collapsed in Draco's arms.

Draco held her gently and over her head said,

"Jamie, take her in the next room please, we will be in there in a moment." Jamie tenderly took Kyleigh from her Daddy's arms and led her into the next room.

Once there she broke down. She sat on the couch with her arms leaning on her legs, clutching her stomach, rocking back and forth. Suddenly she realized that there was something warm and sticky on her legs and arms. It was Lucius' blood. As she tried to wipe if off she only succeeded in getting it all over her hands too. As she looked down at her hands, she screamed and bolted out the door, running as fast as she could into the woods. Branches from trees and bushes were scratching her arms and face, getting caught in her hair. She was so oblivious to what was going on she didn't hear thundering footsteps behind her. She didn't hear Draco and Jamie calling her name. All she knew was that she needed to get the blood off her. It was like she was possessed. Get it off was all she could think. She kept running through the woods and finally she came across the stream not too far from the cottage. She plunged into the water scrubbing at her clothes and skin. It wouldn't come off. She crawled to the edge of the stream, half in and half out of the water, as she knelt, vomiting violently. It was then that Draco and Jamie found her. When she saw them, she started to sob.

"I can't get the blood off. Please help me. It won't come off," she cried as she crawled further back into the water. Draco went in after her calling over his shoulder to Jamie, "Go get Hermione."

Jamie then took off running the way he came only to run into to Hermione and the others as they made their way through the woods.


"Where is she?" asked Hermione fretfully.

"She ran into the water. She said she couldn't get the blood off. She became very ill," said Jamie, looking very pale.

"Which way?" asked Severus.

"Over here," said Jamie as he turned and started running towards the water again.

"Kyleigh, sweetness, the blood is gone," Draco said as he lifted her hands to show her. As it finally registered in her brain that the blood was indeed gone, she began to sob yet again, throwing herself into Draco's arms. When Hermione saw them, she ran into the water to help comfort her daughter. After a few minutes of coercion from her parents, Kyleigh finally came out of the water.

As Kyleigh reached the waters edge, she sat down, arms clutching her legs, head resting on her knees. After a few minutes of sitting there like this, Hermione rubbing circles on her back whispering soothing words to her, she finally spoke.

"What are we going to do now? I mean with his body?" said Kyleigh staring blankly at the ground.

Not knowing what to say, it was finally Severus that asked, "What do you think we should do?"

Without any hesitation at all, Kyleigh said with defeat, "Burn it! I think we should burn the whole fucking cabin down to the ground."

Severus looked around from face to face and all slowly nodded.

"Do you feel up to it now?" Severus asked.

"Yes Severus, the sooner the better."

Quietly they trudged back through the woods to the cabin, Kyleigh holding her parents' hands. Once back at the cabin, Kyleigh turned to Draco.

"Daddy, can we make sure he is still in there?" she asked with a small voice.

"If you feel we should," he said as he gently squeezed her hand and together they walked back into the cabin. Upon reaching the bedroom doorway, she saw Lucius on the blood-drenched bed, eyes still staring in death. She stood there gazing at him for a moment, tears streaming again down her face. Not tears of sorrow but of relief. She then turned to Draco whispering "no regrets."

Draco tenderly took her precious face in his hands, kissed away the tears on her cheeks, and murmured, "no regrets."

They turned and walked back outside finding the other six already standing facing the cabin with their wands drawn. As Draco and Kyleigh joined them, they turned to face the cabin.

"On the count of three," said Sirius.

"One, two, three."

"Concilio Exuro," they said together.

As the eight witches and wizards threw the spell, a large explosion hit the cabin engulfing it in flames. They all separated into couples as they dealt with their feelings separately.

Sirius and Narcissa, whose lives would now be peaceful knowing that Lucius could no longer terrorize their family. Narcissa, who had been married to the man for eighteen years. Under the Imperius curse for most of it. Sirius, who had to help Narcissa through her nightmares. Living with the terror, that Lucius was so close to his family.

Severus and Katarina, the mixed feeling that they had. Severus, who had spent 19 years of his life grieving for the woman he loved, thinking that she had been murdered by Lucius, only to find out that she was alive. Wasted years full of regret. And Katarina, who had been tortured by Lucius for 19 years having to experience things that no human should have to suffer.

Draco and Hermione, he changed their lives forever. Hermione, who because of this man was inadvertently given a gift that he regretted giving, Kyleigh. She may have been produced from an act of violent hatred but was a truly wanted and most precious gift. Draco, who had to live with something that no child should ever have to live with, incestuous rape. A lot for a five-year-old to endure.

Kyleigh and Jamie, whose lives are only just starting. Jamie, having to watch for seven years the trial and tribulations that Kyleigh was put through. And finally, Kyleigh who was most affected by Lucius. Being conceived through a violent act, seeing her own conception through a pensieve, the bad dreams, the visions, the hatred and anguish. And now, she had to deal with the fact that she killed someone. Even if Lucius did deserve it and it was in self-preservation. She was forced to take the life of another human being. A lot for an eighteen year old to digest.

The healing process for all eight people would be long, but together, they would survive and grow.

As the flames started to die down and the cabin was completely destroyed into a pile of smoldering ash, they went home knowing once and for all that Lucius Malfoy could never hurt any of them again.

AN: I hope that you have enjoyed the saga of Draco's Secret. It was meant as a message that children and adults alike CAN survive the violence of rape. I hope in some way that I have helped someone, anyone, deal with the contemptuous act. Please understand that you are worth a wondrous amount. Don't let a violent act destroy you.

Thanks to Amy and Margherita for all their help. You guys rock.