A Weasley Named Malfoy

[Her Brother]

"Oh, thank god!" Molly Weasley scooped Faye, Gail, Daren, and Aaron into her arms. But as soon as she did this, she pushed them away, "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? RUNNING OFF LIKE THAT! YOU HAVE THE WHOLE MINSTRY IN AN UPROAR, UPTRUNING EVERY STONE BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"Or rather, because of Mrs. Weasley," Harry winked.

Mrs. Weasley shot him a look and Harry backed of.

"HOW DARE YOU CAUSE COUNTRY WIDE CATASTROPHY!"

"All in a days work, Grandmum," Daren winked and Aaron laughed.

"I'LL HAVE NONE OF THAT! DO YOU KNOW THE DANGER YOU'VE PUT EVERYBODY IN? AND NOW THAT THE MINISTRY IS BUSY, I'M SURE SOMETHING WORSE WILL HAPPEN!" Molly gave a cry of anger.

"Molly! Please!" Mr. Weasley was growing impatient of his wife's ranting and screaming.

"WHERE ARE THEY! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHERE THE REST OF MY GRANDCHILDREN ARE!"

"Honestly, we don't know,"

"YOU DON'T KNOW?!" this only put Mrs. Weasley into a state.

"Miss? If it helps, we found these kids over by Equa Alley, and we're positive that the rest of the kids are running around the streets of wizard London. There have been sightings," a ministry official told her. Mrs. Weasley looked as if she would kiss him.

"I want every single person you have working on this case to go there straight away!" Mrs. Weasley walked briskly to the door, "I want to be notified if anything happens or if anyone is found!" her voice was breaking as she walked out the door, obviously on her way to wizard London herself. Mr. Weasley gave a withering sigh and after looking at everybody in the room, rolled his eyes and followed his wife out the door.

"Harry, I have something to tell you," Ginny's eyes stayed straight ahead.

"What is it?" Harry cast a glance at her and saw she was drawn and tense. Her brows were furrowed and her lips were puckered in such a way as they always did when she was bothered or thinking hard. He pulled her to him, kissing her hair as they walked through wizard London, "What is it?" he asked again.

"I-" she stuttered, "I'm not sure…"

"You don't have to tell me now. I know you're going through a difficult time right now with Serena and all. Just collect your thoughts,"

"Yes… right,"

But Harry could still see she was visibly shaken.

"Hello, Serena Bethany Potter," the ghost voice was silky, inviting.

Serena sat up, her eyes meeting the blinding light of the midmorning sun. She had tucked her head into arms, her arms resting on the side of the fountain in which her locket now lay, "Who's there?" Her face was tear stained, lips still quivered from the release of such emotion.

"Or maybe I should say Serena Bethany Malfoy?" Her name dripped poisonously off the person's tongue. The deep voice, saying each part of her name in a vivifying manner.

"Who are you?" She rose shakily up, pulling out her wand.

"Such emotions for one who does not show them…" the voice taunted, somewhere she could not see. Her eyes were still heavy with a hard cry.

"Malikye?"

A low laugh, "Smart though…"

The words seemed to be swirling around her, as if the person were circling her, "I don't know about that Wolfgang boy though… he was very brave, very loyal, very… Gryffindor," Serena's eyes didn't seem to want to clear; it was as if someone were purposefully blinding her, "As are you… But you are not 100% Gryffindor are you?" He chuckled, "A Gryffindor Slytherin? It's an oxymoron," again the voice chuckled, "Oxymorons are funny things. I have another one," the voice paused for drama, "A Weasley named Malfoy," that low chuckle again, "would that be what you are?"

Serena didn't answer, she stood blindly next to the fountain, wondering where the voice was coming from.

"A Weasley named Malfoy. There can never be such a thing, nor can there be a Gryffindor Slytherin, it doesn't even sound right. It's full of awkward syllables and consonants- no, such a thing was never meant to be,"

Suddenly the voice was right at her ear, "I have come to release you from this inner turmoil; to liberate you, deliver you," It sent shivers up Serena's spine.

Then the voice was in front of her, "Come," it commanded. Serena moved forward, arms outstretched to find the person in her blindness, "Cast loose your name, discharge you're Gryffindor, unleash the Slytherin in you," The voice rose, commanding, "Unshackle your Malfoy, vent your hate," the voice was to her left, and again she was grouping air for him, "Set free your mind, see what you are,"

Serena followed the hypnotizing voice, as it rose in a moving manner and Serena could do nothing but comply, "For there cannot be two opposing forces in one body. Gryffindor, Slytherin. It would tear you apart, it would drive you insane. For 13 years dark presided over the light only to be struck down by a pitiful boy who abandoned his people afterwards," His words were poison, sweet as honey and as deadly as venom. It was a drug, intoxicating her senses. It was a rush, a thrill, a release. So simple were the words, and yet so liberating. His words were like music, and her mind was her body, itching to dance, to move to the music. Malikye chuckled, "But the dark isn't gone…"

She had traveled to Knockturn Alley to find these words, only to have found them in a completely different environment.

This was the voice that didn't lie, not like her parents, or anything else.

She was being seduced by the devil himself, but she knew none of this. It was propaganda, sliding over the rational part of her mind. All she knew was that this was the word that had never turned against her, had never betrayed her. It had always been there, in the back of her mind, waiting to be set free. It was now seeping over her brain, loosing itself it her red waves, trickling down her spin, in to her stomach until she became filled with it.

A powerful feeling overcame her. Power.

Power.

"Come," said the voice, bewitching, beguiling, enthralling.

It enslaved her.

"Malikye is looking for Serena," Draco started. He let this sink in.

Neither Wolf or Liza said anything, their silence was only interrupted by the buzz of wizard London, "Wait, huh?" grunted Wolf. He was confused.

"Malikye is after Serena, I've only recently discovered this. What he wants with her I'm not quite sure yet,"

Elizabeth stared, "Did I miss something? I thought you were after Serena,"

Draco sighed, "Look, I don't have time to explain everything to you now. I don't know what Malikye's intentions are. I need to find Serena before Malikye or ministry officials do,"

"Wait, back up. Who is Malikye?"

Draco sighed impatiently, "He's my son,"

Wolf's face tightened, "Oh!" though the likelihood was sure, it still surprised Wolf none the less, "Oh…" he repeated, coldly. Then he suddenly lashed out, "Do you know what she's been through? She's being torn apart, ever since Malikye came back. I've never seen Aunt Ginny more angry-"

Draco looked sharply at Wolf, "Ginny?"

Wolf in turn looked shocked, but Draco waved it off.

"Aunt Gin thinks Malikye's leading Serena to you,"

Draco swore, "I should have thought of that, it fits," he cursed again, "I should have talked to her myself,"

"Oh, no," Elizabeth interrupted, "I'll bet you anything she's in a right state right now. Not only would she not have listened to you, she would not have welcomed you warmly,"

Draco eyed the two carefully, "Look, there's no time to dawdle and come up with all the what-if's," Draco's face suddenly shadowed with a peculiar hint of something Wolf could not quite detect, "If my guessing is correct, Malikye could be leading her into danger," He turned away, but turned back once more and said, "Nobody but you too know I'm still alive. I'll have a lot of shit to put up with as well as Azkaban if word gets loose, not to mention putting Serena and Ginny into more trouble," He looked at them carefully, "Not a soul… understood?"

They nodded, and he was gone.

Serena was transported somewhere, but she didn't remember how. She just remembered Malikye wrapping his arms around her and his smell reminding her of her father before she passed out. And now she had awoken, all alone, in a lavishly furnished room.

A fire was spitting merrily in the fireplace, casting eerie shadows around the room, the pop and crackle of embers the only sound breaking the silence.

She was lying on a mat in the center of the room. She sat up warily, her head spinning from a sudden head rush.

She had to get out. She automatically looked for windows, but there were none. Must be underground she thought to herself. There was a fire, but she had no floo powder. Then there was the door, but that would probably lead to her captors, and Malikye. She reached for the locket around her neck, only to remember it was gone. She had thrown it into the fountain.

She was on her own.

Luckily though, her wand was still in her pocket, and she checked it for tampering, casting a simple light spell, and, satisfied it was ok, looked to the door. It was the only way out of the room, and now armed with her wand, she advanced toward it slowly.

She reached for the handle, hesitating. She gripped it carefully and suddenly recoiled. It was so cold it burned. She tucked her hand under her arm for warmth. She heard footsteps.

She backed away slowly, griping her wand in her burning hand, still burning icily from the touch. The door banged open and a tall man dressed in deatheater robes and mask marched in.

"You are to come with me," his voice was muffled behind the mask, but still powerful.

"And if I don't want to," She sneered, her wand glowed a threatening green.

She felt him sneer behind him mask, "I'd love to see you try, as I'm sure the many other deatheaters beyond the door," A glare of triumph, "You can come quietly and not get hurt, or--" he trailed off, but she understood his meaning. She reluctantly lowered her wand.

The man swept out of the room, and Serena could see nothing to do but follow. After a series of twists and turns then came to a grand set of oak double doors.

This place reminded her of Malfoy Manor.

The deatheater pushed the doors open wide and revealed a room full of deatheaters, all bowed down in a circle around a single deatheater. Malikye.

"Welcome, Serena Bethany Malfoy," His arm were swept open and the circle of deatheaters shifted, revealing a path. Her deatheater escort bowed low, and motioned her to enter the circle. She did so hesitantly, and as soon as she was in the circle, her deatheater escort moved in to fill the gap, bowing low and mingling in with the others.

"Welcome, to the Riddle House,"

"Derrik! Erik!" The twins turned around to find Wolf and Elizabeth sprinting after them.

"What's up?"

"Any sign of her?"

"Nope,"

"This is insane, what if she's not even here?" Elizabeth started.

"And where would she be?" Snapped Wolf.

"I dunno-" Elizabeth scowled, turning offensive.

"Hey!" They all turned and now Xandra and Theo appeared in the crowd, making their way towards them.

"Look what we found!" As they approached, they could see the glint of sliver clutched in her hand, "Here," She held up the silver object.

Serena's locket. None of the Weasley kids had ever examined the locket fully, hardly ever seen it even. And now, their fears were confirmed as they read the letters 'SBM' across it.

"She knew- She never told us-"

"She had ever right to keep it to herself,"

"Xandra give me the locket," Wolf held out his hand and Xandra dropped it into his hand. Wolf cradled the locket; he had been trying to get a hold of it ever since he meet Serena, but she was very protective of it. Wolf carefully pried it open and was disappointed to find not pictures in it, but a mirror, reflecting his disappointed eyes. He snapped it shut and clutched it in his hand, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to think, "Listen--" he said, "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but Draco Malfoy is alive,"

The Weasley kids exclaimed their surprised.

"We meet him, just now," Elizabeth chimed in.

"He said Malikye is after Serena, but for what he doesn't know. But you can't tell anyone he's alive because, as he put it, 'he'd have a lot of shit to put up with'--"

"Wolf!" Xandra exclaimed sharply, but Wolf ignored her.

"We have to find Serena before Malikye or the ministry finds her--"

"But what if she's already been found?"

Wolf sighed, "We don't know anything for a fact yet,"

"I don't see why we can't just let the ministry find her. Why does Draco need her anyways?"

Wolf hesitated, looking to Elizabeth who was also looking unsure. Could they trust Draco?

Harry had been very worried about Serena. She had always been able to talk with him.

He was afraid that when they last spoke, because Ginny had been there, she had got upset. Maybe talking to her one on one would help. He had made sure Ginny was busy with Crookshanks before slipping outside and pulling out the necklace.

He opened the locket once again.

"Serena?"

"Serena?"

"Wow- What the bloody-" Wolf dropped the locket. It popped open as it hit the ground, and Wolf could see Harry's green worried eyes peeking back at him.

"Wolf?"

"Oh crap," Wolf made to shut the locket. If Harry knew where they were--

"Wolf! Where the hell are you?"

"I'm fine, gotta go!"

"Wait! Wolf! Where's Serena?"

Wolf hesitated. They were so busted.

"We don't know-"

"How did you get her locket?"

"We found it-" Xandra cut in.

"Xandra? Is that you?"

"Yes, Uncle Harry,"

"Whose there with you?"

They ticked off the names. "Good," said Harry, "The ministry found Daren and Aaron as well as Gail and Faye," Derrik and Erik laughed at this.

Wolf could see Harry move around, "You guys really should come back," his voice lowered considerably, "You guys are in enough trouble as it is,"

"And what about Serena?" Erik demanded.

Harry shook his head, "The ministry will find her. It's best you get back before anything worse happens,"

Xandra made to open her mouth, but Derrik and Erik jumped on her and covered her mouth, pulling her out of view from the locket.

"Can't- Sorry, Harry,"

"Wolf, you must understand, you are in more danger than you could possibly know--"

"Believe me, I know what I'm getting into-" Thinking back to Malikye and Draco.

"Look, there are things I can't tell you- for Ginny's sake, as well as Serena's, but you need to trust me that there things out there that could possibly harm you-"

"If you mean Malikye and Draco-"

"No!" Harry cut him off, "You know for a fact I'm still working with the Order…" Harry sighed, realizing he had probably already said too much, "Think about it. If the Order is still in affect, there are things out there worse than Draco or Malikye." Wolf remembered back to the recent news articles on deatheater activity. "Now come home, please, for everybody's sake-"

Harry could see Wolf's eyebrows furrow, and thought at first that he had finally got to him. But then Wolf said, "Sorry Harry," and the locket shut with a snap.

"Serena, my sister," Malikye embraced her.

Serena stepped away, "Half-sister," she corrected him.

"Of course- because of our bastard father," he sneered.

"Yes, he was a bastard," she agreed quietly.

"Which is why I have brought you here," he spread his arms again, showing off the majesty of the room, "I've brought you here to tell you something. Something you might have known subconsciously once you knew I was your half-brother."

He turned to her, "Maybe you never knew the full story of how your mother related to Draco Malfoy?"

Serena flinched. She knew what happened; her mother was captured, Draco had a bit of fun, and 9 months later-

"You do know that you had 2 other brothers?" He questioned, "Not half," he added.

Serena didn't respond, Malikye continued.

"Well as you know, there was a raid at Hogwarts and several girls were captured,"

Serena hadn't known that it was a raid at Hogwarts or that several other girls were capture, but she didn't show this.

"Hogwarts was of course the main school we focused on, partially because Dumbledore presided over it, as well as many other's associated with him." Malikye smirked, "But there were other raids made, other women captured. As you might have known," again Malikye looked to her, but Serena didn't flinch this time, "Taken for fun. Of course, while not on duty, the deatheaters wanted a bit of fun." Malikye smirked again, "Lets just say, Draco Malfoy got around," he gave a short laugh, which resounded in the silent room.

"But-" he now stood in front of her, peering into her eyes, "there are more like us,"

It sent shivers up Serena's spine.

"The poor, unfortunate women gave birth, literally," he added, "to the children of deatheaters.," His voice suddenly rose, "And how do you think we felt once we found out?" he was almost yelling, "TO KNOW OUR FATHERS WERE BASTARDS! THAT WORLD LOATHED THEM! OF ALL THE EVILS THEY HAD DONE?" His voice dropped to a malicious whisper, "so… you are probably wondering… how many?"

How many children where there? Serena thought fearfully. Malikye saw the question in her eyes, the break of realization.

"Hundreds," The word came, and Serena felt abandoned. She felt rage and anger well up in her. To know that she was unloved and one of hundreds? It tore at her. She couldn't blame her mother, but certainly Draco.

"I present to you," Malikye's hands rose, "The Deatheater's Children,"

The deatheaters rose up, pulling off their masks and letting their hoods fall.

Faces like her's, young faces. The oldest must have been 18. They were full of hate and spite.

She was just like them.

Malikye circled around her, putting his arm around her, "I've been spreading the word. But nobody outside of this room knows of us. And nobody will," his grip tightened, "Do you understand?"

She nodded. The War had been raging a long time.

It was still raging.

"Our parents, the deatheaters, are still active. They are now calling themselves the Arm of Riddle. We're partially here to stop them, but we are not siding with the Order either," Malikye moved away, "After all, we are the children of deatheaters,"

The fireplace in Dumbledore's office suddenly flashed a brilliant green and a robed figured stepped out, shaking dust off their robe.

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, contemplating the fire before it had suddenly burst to life.

The figure didn't say anything. It just stood there, head downcast, shoulders slumped, its arms wrapped around its middle, shaking.

The old man observed the quiet figure, and his heart wrenched to see such a figure so broken. He spoke gently, "Welcome back Serena,"


A/N: i didn't like this chapter too much and i found it very hard to write. but several more things were revealed. (bit of an information overload... or is that just irking your interest? haha, irking is a funny word) writing the next chapter is coming much eaiser, so hopefully i'll have it up soon. (not so much new information... =P) next chapter will be better (or at least, i hope you think it will)

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