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Mine!

Summary: After the fiasco at the Ministry, Voldemort questions the loyalty of several of his supporters. He commands Wormtail to bring to him something belonging to the Malfoy family that will prove Lucius's loyalty is only to him. This story explores the possibilities of just who really is Narcissia Malfoy. LM/HG Fic.
Chapter 2: Malfoy Manor


The normally magnificent manor with its glistening lights, welcomes homes its master whenever he chooses to stay out. Tonight there were no lights flickering brightly waiting for Lucius to return.

Staring at the house, Goyle tries desperately to recall a time when Nariccia didn't leave the lights glowing when Lucius was away. 'Merlin let her be fine. Let all of this just be in Lucius's head,' slightly pleads Goyle as he watches his normally calm friend break out into a dead run for his home.

Swallowing hard, Jerome chases after him. Stopping dead, Lucius lets out an animal cry of pain. Looking at Abraham, Jerome takes a deep breath and walks into the manor. Neither was prepared for the site of Lucius cradling his wife in his arms.

"Nooo," screams Lucius. "Not my Cissia! No! Promised! All lies, worthless filthy bugger!" Rocking back and forth, Lucius pulls her closer to him.

'He killed her. Voldemort finally snapped and had her killed,' thinks Jerome.

"Telle! Come to Master!" bellows Lucius. "Telle!" The air shifts as a small house-elf appears out of no where.

"Master is calling Telle," greets the house-elf. "Mistress is hurt. Master must let go, so Telle can fix." With lighten fast relaxes; Lucius grabs the house-elf by the pillow covering. "Master! Telle can't help Mistress, if Master hurts Telle!"

"She lives?" demands Lucius. The house-elf nods her head rapidly. "She's badly hurt, are we going to need a healer?"

"Healer be best," squeaks Telle. "But Mistress no like healers. Except for the Madame and she's not here!"

"Lucius," mumbles Narcissia. "Took the baby… he took the baby."

"Telle, listen to Master," growls Lucius. "Take Mistress to Madame along with everyone else."

"Even…" Telle starts to question.

"NOW!" roars Lucius cutting off his house-elf. Lucius closes hie eyes and takes a fortifying breath when Narcissia vanishes from his arms.

"Lucius," Abraham shouts, while holding up a pale blood spattered blanket. "Narcissia wasn't being befuddled; she was telling you the truth. Voldemort took Draco."

"It's time that filthy dirty sack of sod learns not to mess with the Malfoy family," promises Lucius. Jerome follows Lucius as he strides down the hallway towards his old man's study. Throwing up the doors, Lucius shouts, "Father!"

"Yes son," answers the portrait, of AbraxasMalfoy.

"Your mistake became my mistake. It will not become Draco's!" snarls Lucius passionately. "He dared to try and kill heart of this family!"

"Did he succeed in killing her?" demands Abraxas. Jerome shakes his head in the negative. "So, he dared to attack this family," hisses Abraxas. The portrait narrowed his eyes on Lucius. "No, he tried, and that was the last mistake he will ever live to make."

"No sir, he can't be killed. Trust us, we've tried," interjects Abraham. "It's like he's invincible."

"Ah, Abraham and Jerome, it's so good to see you boys again," greets Abraxas. "Let me give you boys a lesson, if he was a pureblood the spells he used to starve off death would have prevented the Potter boy from killing off his body in the first place."

"Father!" shouts Lucius agitated. "We don't have time for a bloody school lesson. That crazy man has my child!"

"Look behind you son!" instructs Abraxas. The wall opens to reveal a hidden room. "Inside that room resides the dagger of Slytherin. Handle it with extreme care son. I would hate for you to make your wife a widow, before you rescue your child."

"Yes father," grounds out Lucius as he slips into the secret room.

"Watch out for that trick stair," whispers Abraxas as Lucius curses loudly. "What? I did warn him."

"Father!" bellows Lucius from inside the room. "If you weren't already dead, I'd kill you!"

"Lucius could never take a joke," Abraxas sighs. "Do you boys even know where Tommy is these days?"

"Ah, no sir," answers Jerome. "We were not thinking that far in advance."

"Wait here," commands Abraxas as he leaves his portrait.

"He's dead and he still orders us around," mutters Abraham.

"Be happy, you don't have to live with him," snickers Jerome. "I wonder where he went."

"Knowing Lucius' old man, he's gone to find out where the dark lord is," answers Abraham.

Lucius storms up the stairs, snarling at the empty portrait. "Where is he?"

"He left to find Tommy," answers Jerome.

"That's my job!" bellows Lucius in full rage. "How dare he! Merlin's beard, he's dead! And he's still trying to control my life!"

"Do learn to control your temper!" snaps Abraxas as he steps into the portrait. "It's time." The portrait waits for a few seconds to see if his words sink in, Abraxas snorts loudly. "Wake up boy! It's happening! Right now! If you don't get a move on, you'll lose her for good!"

"Where?" demands Lucius. "She never did tell me, where?"

"12 Grimmauld Place," answers Abraxas. "May Merlin bless you in battle."

"Come on boys," instructs Lucius. "We're going to pay my wife's dead cousin's family home a visit."

TBC….