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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 3: The Ancient and Noble house of Black


Narrowing his liquid cold gray eyes, on his friend Lucius struggles not to shove him out of the way and blow the door down. 'It shouldn't be taking this long!' thinks Lucius. 'Bloody hell, I could have blown the door open by now!' Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Lucius looks over at Jerome.

"What?" growls Lucius.

"Calm down," instructs Jerome. "If we go in with our wands drawn, everyone inside is going to know that something is wrong. As it is, we have the element of surprise on our side. Remember they still think we're in custody."

"Smashing," whispers Abraham. "Get ready, I can hear someone coming." The old door squeaks open a sliver of light escapes from within. "With Merlin's luck, it won't be Snape."

"Hello?" greets Molly softly before she can see who is standing in the doorway.

"Stand aside," demands Lucius as he forcefully shoves the door open. The door slams into the person hiding behind in. "Always cowering behind things, hmm?" sneers Lucius. Molly looses the rest of the color in her face as she moves down the hallway.

"It's better then being captured by the Ministry fools," growls Dolohov, as he attempts to move the door so he can get out from behind it.

"I might have been 'captured' as you say, but unlike you I didn't spend thirteen years in Azkaban," states Lucius as he sweeps into the room. Shrugging off his coat he carelessly tosses it to Molly. "Hang that up."

"Neither did we," answers Goyle and Crabble as they walk into the house as they gave the door a good shove, slamming Dolohov back against the wall again.

"Welcome to the house of Black," greets the portrait of Mrs. Black happily. "Be sure to whip your shoes!" Mrs. Black smiles radiantly at the newcomers. "Welcome! Welcome!"

Lowly growling Lucius narrows his eyes. "Where is everyone?"

"They're upstairs," laughs Dolohov. "I think you'll even surprise Master with your presence."

"That's the plan," huffs Lucius. "I hear that you have captured the Potter boy and company unawares. Did you manage to capture the half-breed as well?"

"Bloody hell," hisses Dolohov. "How in Merlin's name did you hear that? We just finished subduing them?"

"I have my sources," whispers Lucius dangerously. "What about Snape? Are all the followers here?"

"What is this?" demands Dolohov, until Lucius slams him up against the wall.

"That was me asking you a question," snarls Lucius. "Answer it!"

"Snape has yet to arrive," whispers Dolohov. "He might not be here yet but the rest of the followers are here."

"Good," snarls Lucius as he shoves Dolohov ahead of him. "Lead the way."

"Sure thing," mumbles Dolohov as he stumbles down that hallway.

Swinging his hand backwards, Lucius hands Jerome something. Jerome then hands it over to Abraham. Abraham waits for them to make their way upstairs.

"Mrs. Weasley," whispers Abraham. "I know that you're down here. Dolohov might have forgotten but I did not." Hearing her timed footsteps approaching he was prepared to see the devastation on her face. "Be brave little Gryffindor, not everything is as it seems," states Abraham, lifting his hand he opens his palm. "Take it, hide it and when the times comes, became the lioness fighting for your cubs."

With a shaking hand, Molly snatches the wand from Abraham's outstretched hand. "How?" asks Molly, softly. "You weren't near him."

"No," smirks Abraham. "But Lucius was." Seeing her eyes widen in surprise, Abraham gently takes her elbow. "Hide it now, and when we're get up there move near your family." He watches as her nod her head, square her shoulders turn and almost march up the stairs. 'Thank you Merlin that I'm not going to be on the receiving end of her temper!'

Upon entering the room, Abraham gave Molly a gently nudge to get her to move all the way in. Looking around he notices that Lucius was pacing the room like a caged animal. 'He's going to explode soon,' Abraham thinks. "Where are the children?" asks Abraham.

"Why do you care?" questions Rodolphus Lestrange as he slams Arthur Weasley into the wall.

"I don't," grunts Abraham. "But Dolohov, boasted about how you were able to subdued Potter and his friends. I don't happen to see Potter nor do I see any of his friends, just the blood traitors!" Looking around, he notices that most of the Weasley's look to be in breathing except for Percy who is lying on the floor face down. 'Bloody hell, he's not moving,' thought Abraham.

"I don't care about any of that," snaps Lucius. "Where is our Master?"

"Right here, I'm right here. My Pet," hisses Voldemort entering from a side door. "Crabble, as you can see," hisses Voldemort as he flicks his wand. "Here are the young inept defenders."

From out behind Voldemort first came Harry Potter, Ron and Hermione trail after him. He gracefully glides over towards the fireplace. Voldemort reaches up a long bony hand and strokes Lucius's face. "Be calm my pet, I'm right here."

"Master," squeaks Wormtail. "Everyone is accounted for but Snape."

"Very good," hisses Voldemort. "Severus shall be arriving after he deals with the fool of a Minister." He moves and sits in the high back chair, facing the room. "As you can see, I have dressed up the young defenders," hisses Voldemort. "But as you can tell, filth even dressed up is still filth."

"You should know," groans out Fred as George hisses, "Since you are filth!"

Abraham watches as Voldemort's eyes flash dangerously while his hand lifts up his wand. 'He's going to kill them,' Abraham thinks.

"Master," interrupts Lucius. "I see that you have Potter in your grips, but what are your plans for the rest of them?"

"Ah," purrs Voldemort. "I want them to watch as I break Golden boy here. Just like your son is breaking the young Weasley girl."

"Draco is here?" Lucius questions softly. "What is he doing here?"

"Now, now, Lucius," laughs Voldemort. "Draco was not associating with these people. If fact he joined me before the start of his sixth year. Since he proved himself worthy, I had him brought here to see my hour of triumph. There is no reason for you to get worked up."

"Yes, brother dear," says Bella in a sing song voice. "No reason what so ever." Waving her way into the room, everyone notices that she's holding a small bundle in her arms. A loud wail from the bundle makes Bella's face crumble in agitation. "It keeps crying! Make it shut up," shuts Bella in fury. "Shut up!"

"Bella!" hisses Voldemort. "Sit down and silence that child."

"Yes master," whimpers Bella as she sits down. She starts to nervously rock the child back and forth.

"If I may be so bold," dares Lucius. "How did you over come Potter?"

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that," laughs Voldemort. "It was rather easy when you think about it. As you know, I spilt my soul into several pieces. When Potter went looking for them, I was able to monitor his progress."

"Master?" interrupts Abraham.

"What?" hisses Voldemort.

"Did… was Potter…. are you fine?" meekly asks Abraham.

"How dare you question me!" hisses Voldemort as he glares coldly at him until he notices that most of his followers looked concerned. "Potter was able to smash only three pieces." Seeing the confusion on their faces, Voldemort continues, "Potter destroyed my book, my snake and my cup. He wasn't able to destroy my ring, my pendant, amulet nor myself."

'Dumbledore destroyed your ring,' thinks Lucius. 'The amulet has long since disposed of by Regulus. I destroyed your blasted pendant, so that just leaves you to be destroyed.' Narrowing his eyes, Lucius surveys the room before him. A high pitched squeak, alerts him to the growing problem at hand.

"Master, what do you want me to assist you in removing this filth from your sight?" asks Wormtail has he runs a hand down Hermione's back. The conscious Weasleys rattle the chains that they are in.

"Get your filthy hands off of her," snarls Ron as he attempts to break free from his invisible prison. "You hear me you slimy rat!"

"That might prove to be entertaining," sneers Voldemort. Clenching his jaw, Lucius struggles not to lose his cool. "However, I have something more entertaining in mind," dismisses Voldemort. "I hear that the mudblood is intelligent," hisses Voldemort. "Perhaps she should be made to prove it."

Waving his wand, a caldron appears in the middle of the room. Flicking his wand blue flames erupt under the caldron. "Severus will be along shortly, until then the mudblood will attempt to brew a continuance potion," laughs Voldemort.

"Why would she want to do something like that?" snarls Ron.

"To save you," snickers Voldemort as he directly points his wand on Ron. "Diffindo!" whispers Voldemort; a bright red flash directly hits Ron in the middle of his chest.

"RON!" screams both Harry and Hermione as Ron's eyes roll to the back of his head, both Harry and Hermione scream out his name.

Snapping his fingers, Voldemort frees Hermione. "I think you best get to that potion," hisses Voldemort as his follower's laugh.

TBC….