Authors Note: This is a WIP.  With work and what not, I can't guarantee how often I'll be able to update the chapters of this one.  Please, bear with me in this.

Also, I do not own any of the characters or places in this story.  The belong to J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros.  I am making no money off this (would be nice though…laugh) 

Sins of the Father

Chapter 11

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Draco rolled over, opening his eyes and immediately jumping back in surprise as he came face to face with his two children.  Instantly, he was sitting up in bed, sleep far from his mind as the reality of what was standing before him hit.  "What are you two doing here?  Where's your mother?"  Looking around the room, Draco's eyes fell on the two other children standing in his bedroom.  "All right, what's going on here?  Lily why are you here?"  Then pointing at Magnus, his lip curled slightly.  "And what is he doing here?"

"Father, stay calm and let us explain."  Phillip's voice was calm but filled with conviction.  "We were taken by Mrs. Weasley to meet the new Dark Lord, Marcus Flint.  She also captured mom and while trying to get her out, we were discovered and just had time to escape.  Dad, you have to hurry, they have mom!"

"Wait…stop…let me get this straight.  The four of you and your mother were taken by Mrs. Weasley to meet Marcus Flint, who is now calling himself the new Dark Lord?"  Draco shook his head momentarily before looking at the four of them with confusion in his eyes.  "Why would Molly Weasley take you to meet some lunatic calling himself the new Dark Lord?"

Growling frustration, Phillip threw his hands into the air as Narcissa stepped forward.  "Dad!  Not that Mrs.Weasley!  The other one.  The mean one, Mrs. Penelope Weasley!"

At this Draco's eyes flew open in shock and then narrowed in anger as he turned his gaze to Magnus.  "Then what is he doing here?"

"I helped them escape sir."  Magnus stepped forward, his head down while he twisted his fingers together.  Then, forcing his hands to his sides, he raised his head and met Draco's gaze.  "I just found out that Marcus Flint is my father and he is meeting at the moment with a large group of wizards and witches in a castle on the continent, who I can only assume are sympathetic to his cause and willing to support him."

Draco's eyebrows rose in surprise.  "That's a pretty big statement, coming from someone of your young age, Mr. Weasley.  You care to tell me exactly how you found out that Marcus Flint is possibly your father?"  Draco turned in the bed and placed his feet on the floor.  "Narcissa, Lily…the two of you wait outside for us.  I need to dress and then we're going to go see your father."  Waiting for the girls to leave the room, Draco rose from the bed and walked over to where he had set his clothes the previous evening when he went to bed.  "Now, Magnus.  Talk."

"Well, we were at the American school.  I was on my way to detention when I met mother in the hallway and she explained that she had gotten me out of detention and told me to head back to our rooms and wait for her.  I met up with Phillip and Narcissa on my way back…"

Draco dressed while Magnus relayed their tale with Phillip elaborating and answering questions that his father directed at the two of them.  By the time Draco was ready the boys had told him enough to confirm his fears.  Grabbing his robe, he headed for the door, beckoning the boys to follow.

Pulling the door open, Draco first heard Harry's voice coming up the stairs, quickly followed by Lily running toward the stairs, yelling for her father.  A moment later Harry came into sight, followed quickly by Cho, Sirius and Remus.  Throwing herself into her father's arms with a cry of relief, Lily started telling him what had happened, barely pausing breath.  Harry, trying to follow his daughter's monologue quickly found himself confused which worsened with Phillip and Magnus began to put their comments in as well.

When Lily told her father that Hermione was still a prisoner there, Harry froze.  Glancing up at Draco, Harry gave him a concerned look and nodded his head.  Turning back to face his godfather, wife and Remus, he told them to take the children and go back to the school, that he and Draco needed to take care of this.  In that moment, Molly's voice erupted from the den below.  "DRACO!  HARRY!  Oh Merlin!  Please be here!"

Not saying another word to anyone, Harry and Draco raced down the stairs and into the library to find Molly's face staring at them from the fire, tears of liquid flame streaming down her face as she sobbed and told them of Percy's letter that Arthur had received that morning.  She had just returned home to fetch some things before returning to Hogwarts and her charges when Arthur walked into the room, ashen faced and had told her what their son had planned.  "Harry, his clock hand reads "Mortal Danger" you have to do something!"

"We will Molly don't worry.  We'll get Percy back home to you."  Harry turned to look at the others and found Draco watching him closely.  Setting his mouth into a firm line, he nodded slightly before turning to the fire.  As he opened his mouth to speak with Molly further, he saw her eyes widen.

"Magnus!  What are you doing here?" 

Turning around in surprise, Harry came face to face with Magnus, who was staring at his grandmother with tear filled eyes.  Before he could answer Narcissa, surprising everyone in the room, stepped forward.  "He's here with us, Mrs. Weasley.  Magnus brought us home."

"Home?  But…I don't understand."  Molly turned to look at Harry and Draco in confusion.  Suddenly her eyes squinted in determination.  "Harry there's something going on here, I can smell it, and I don't like it one bit!  Where's Hermione?  You had better tell me what is going on young man!"

Harry nodded tiredly.  "We will Molly.  Just let me gather everyone together and we'll floo over."

Nodding in satisfaction, Molly disappeared from the fireplace, allowing the flames to return to their normal orange glow.  Harry stepped forward, pulling a container of floo powder from the mantle.  "All right, children first.  And please remember to speak clearly," he stressed, causing a chuckle to come from Cho, Sirius and Remus while Draco just shook his head.

Percy stood in the parlor of the flat he shared with Oliver and looked around their home with dry and resolute eyes.  He knew that he might never set foot here again, considering what he was about to do.  His left hand flared in pain causing him to gasp aloud.  They were torturing Oliver again. 

Suddenly, he was on the floor, filled with sharp jabs of pain and a gripping fear.  The realization of what was happening hit him.  They were raping him!  Not waiting a moment longer, he gripped his wand tightly and sent himself to Oliver's side.

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Hermione winced as the door to her cell was flung open and the small chamber was filled with harsh light.  Two large figures, their faces hidden in the shadows cast by the light behind them stepped into the cell and hauled her to her feet.  As she struggled against them, she heard Penelope's voice from the doorway.

"Don't fight them mudblood, or it might get painful.  The Dark Lord wants to see you.  Bring her."

Hermione watched her turn and walk away without another word, leaving the two men to bring her along.  Realizing that she wasn't strong enough to fight them, she waited until they were in the corridor outside her cell and tried to Apparate.  Realizing it wasn't working, she allowed her self to be escorted along behind Penelope.

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Stepping aside to allow the others to come through, Harry saw Molly standing off to the side next to Arthur.  Arthur reached out and grabbed Molly's arms as she moved forward and leaned down to talk to her softly.  "Just give them all a moment, Molly-love."

"Don't talk to me like I'm an imbecile Arthur Weasley!" Molly's face was still tear streaked and her voice was hoarse, but her temper was still running hot, so Arthur wisely backed off and let her go.

"Philip!  Where's Magnus?"

Hearing his name, Magnus stepped around Philip and ran to his grandmother's open arms.  Flinging himself into her embrace, he allowed the tears he had been holding back to come in a torrent.  Harry and the others stood back for a moment, allowing Molly and her grandson time together before moving forward.  Releasing her death grip on Magnus, Molly looked up at Harry and Draco, murder in her eyes.  "How could you let this happen?  He's not in a right state of mind and you let him leave to go rescue Oliver by himself!"

Harry raised his arms as if to ward off her verbal attacks.   Then Molly lashed out at him with more than words.  Draco and Arthur moved forward to pull her back as Phillip and Narcissa, followed closely by Lily, moved in front of Harry.

"Grandma Molly, it's not like that.  Uncle Harry and dad didn't know that Uncle Percy was going to do something like this.  It's not their fault!"   Phillip's voice was filled with grief as he shouted at Molly before turning toward his twin sister.  Narcissa put her arm around his shoulders and nodded at her.

"Besides, Uncle Percy isn't the only one in trouble right now.  That woman took our mom!"  Narcissa's normally pale face was flushed with anger as she spoke softly but heatedly at Molly.

"Ok, that's enough!"  Draco's voice carried over the din that was quickly becoming louder as everyone began to voice his or her opinions and concerns.  "We all need to calm down and figure out how we're going to get Hermione, Percy, and Oliver back."

The children, realizing that Draco was beginning to lose his temper as well, stopped shouting and stepped back while Harry, Cho, Molly, and Arthur nodded reluctantly.  Turning toward the kitchen, Molly beckoned everyone to follow her.  Harry and Draco walked into the kitchen while Cho sent the children into the living room to occupy themselves, much to the children's dismay.

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Percy opened his eyes to find himself standing under a tree.  Glancing around in confusion, he took in his surroundings and fought back a gasp of surprise as he stared at the immense castle in front of him.  The structure was gray and imposing in the waning light of the setting sun.

Glancing around at the terrain, he took in the mountains and tried to see if he could place them anywhere.  "What am I thinking?  I don't have the slightest idea where I'm at!"

After scolding himself he stepped out from under the tree and started looking for a way inside the castle.

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Hermione gasped as she was led into the main hall of the castle and saw the gathered individuals.  She couldn't make out any faces of the gathered group.  Everywhere she looked they were cloaked in hoods and masks.  The only face in the room she could see was Penelope.  Then, the crowd parted in front of them and she was able to make out the dais at the end off the hall.  Marcus Flint was seated on the throne there, for a throne it was.  The chair was immense and covered in gilding. Marcus was seated with his legs thrown over the side and his head tilted to the side, a malicious grin on his face as he watched her being brought forward.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Percy Weasley's little know-it-all mudblood."  Marcus's voice was deeper then she remembered and filled with menace.  "How have things at the Ministry been Granger?  How about your marriage to the traitor?  I trust Malfoy treats you well?"  Before she could bite off a scathing reply, Marcus turned his attention to the wall.  "Don't you think so Oliver?"

Turning with a gasp, Hermione saw Oliver sitting on the floor, his head hanging down between his knees.  His arms and shoulders were bare and covered in half-healed cuts and large red welts, evidence of the abuse he had faced at his captor's hands.  As he raised his head, Hermione saw that one of his eyes was so swollen that it was sealed shut and his lips where cracked and bleeding. 

Letting out a sound that was a cross between anger and terror, Hermione ran toward him.  She heard Penelope shout for them to stop her and then heard Marcus to tell them to let her go.  "Let's she how she comforts my little trophy."

Coming to a stop at Oliver's side she sighed mournfully and reached out a hand tentatively toward him.  "Oh Oliver!  What have they done to you?"  Turning to face her, he tried to smile but it quickly turned into a grimace. 

"Nice to see you too 'Mione."  Oliver's voice was cracked and raw as he spoke.  Drawing breath to say more, he grimaced and doubled over in a fit of coughing.  Reaching toward him, Hermione pulled her cloak off and covered him with it as she saw him move his hand away, covered in flecks of blood.

"Flint, you bastard!  What have you done to him?"  Turning to face Marcus, Hermione's eyes flashed as she glared at Marcus and Penelope.

Penelope stepped forward only to be stopped by Marcus' hand on her arm.  "Let her vent, her anger will make her session all the more enjoyable."  Marcus watched as Hermione gathered Oliver into her arms protectively and glared at the group surrounding them.

Just as Marcus was about to move forward, he stopped as a voice carried across the hall.  "My Lord!  There's an intruder on the grounds that you might find of interest."  A pale man with lanky brown hair moved forward to whisper in Marcus' ear. 

Hermione couldn't hear what was being said but she could tell by the smile that broke across Marcus' face that it couldn't be good.

"Should I send out some men to detain him, my Lord?"  The man turned slightly as though to head for the door and fetch his men.

Shaking his head, Marcus turned his smile on Hermione and Oliver.  Then he replied softly to the man.  "No, let him come.  I've been waiting too long for this.  Let's let him think that he's the clever one."

Saying nothing more, Marcus moved back to his throne.  He sat down before beckoning Penelope to his side, who was moving toward Hermione.  "Leave her there, dearest.  This should prove interesting.  As for the rest of you, leave us!  NOW!"

The group assembled in the hall began to move their way to various areas of the hall where they began to disappear.  Watching the group closest to her, Hermione noticed that the objects placed around the hall were also portkeys.  Turning her head back toward Oliver, she noticed that Penelope was still looking her way.  Raising her head and glaring diffiantly in silent challenge, Hermione slowly turned back to Oliver.

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Looking one last time at Hermione, Penelope moved to stand behind Marcus and followed his gaze toward the door.  Hermione's mind was working furiously as she tried to think of who the intruder could be.  Surely Harry wouldn't have allowed Draco to come here by himself, would he?  Although, if Draco was angry enough, Harry might not have been able to stop  him.

Could it be Ron, coming to seek revenge against Penelope for betraying him to Flint?  Or could it be Percy?  No, there wasn't anyway that Percy could get here.  The spells around the castle were too much like those around Hogwart's that prevented Apparating. 

Before Hemione could move her thoughts any further, the main doors to the hall were blown open with a loud bang.  Turning with a gasp, Hermione's heart leaped into her throat as she watched the figure come into sight.

"This has gone on quite long enough, Flint!"  Percy's voice carried across the hall to Hermione's ears.  Oliver, who was still cradled in her arms, raised his head at Percy's commanding voice.

"Perce?" he croaked.

"Shh, it's all right Oliver.  Everything's going to be all right."  Hermione never once turned her gaze from the dais where Marcus and Penelope were waiting for Percy to approach, like a king and queen waiting to greet a dignitary.  "Everything's going to be all right."

"Well, well, if it isn't Percy Weasley, Minister of Magic.  I would tell you that this is a bit of a surprise, but I figured you would show up after a bit to find your Keeper."  Marcus never rose as Percy moved closer.  "I have to tell you Percy.  Now I know why you enjoy his company so much.  He's quite the lion in bed." 

With this question, Percy's face flamed as a raucous laugh burst forth from Penelope.  Raising his wand toward Flint, Percy opened his mouth but was stopped by another voice.  "So Flint, this is what you're up to now?  A bit trash and glam don't you think?"

Hermione's head shot around as she heard the voice.  "Draco!?"

TBC