Azadeh curled into a little ball while Lucius held her, she had bruises on her wrists and inner thighs, and hickeys on her neck. He had hurt her when he forced himself on her, and only apologized slightly. Her main concern was for her baby, "what are you going to do to the baby, Lucius?"
"I'm not going to do anything to the baby," he gritted his teeth, he didn't want to talk about that little bastard in her belly.
"I thought you said..."
"The Dark Lord wants the baby healthy," he drawled. Lucius wasn't going to tell her that Voldemort was going to take the child, it would only upset her. And though it would make him happy for her Azadeh to lose the child, Lucius wouldn't risk the Dark Lord's wrath.
"WHY?"
"Because he'll be a powerful wizard...a good investment..."
Azadeh squeezed her eyes shut, "he's going to do something to my baby..."
"No, not really...you're being over-emotional, you need to relax now," Lucius turned her head to face him and then took a swig of a potion and forced his mouth on her's. It was a calming drout that wouldn't hurt the child, but get her to become lucid.
Azadeh felt herself calming, her body lax, and could barely hang on as Lucius moved her to the center of the bed. He hovered over her, touching her face...she was so beautiful, pregnancy suited her well, she glowed and was so radiant that one of the Death Eaters commented in such a way that nearly caused him to get back handed by Lucius.
He kissed her again more gently, he did everything more gently, she was so delicate now and he regretted being too rough with her the first time. He shouldn't have rushed, but he couldn't control his lust. Azadeh only hung on to him as he moaned, his breath heavy on her neck. Her tears fell silently.
Harry paced back and forth in his room. He knew. He knew Lucius was having his way with his wife, raping her, taking advantage of her because he most likely put on that stupid bracelet. Harry could feel what he was doing to his Azadeh and it was driving him insane. Ever since they had been here, it was like they developed a connection, he would know things, but he was so angry as to why he didn't pick up when she was in danger... "I was too busy going after the others, that's why! To eager in my killing," he hissed to himself.
There was a knock at the door, it was Wolfgang, "Harry, they caught the spy."
They went down to where the others were holding the little girl, Harry was suprised to see someone so young as a spy. Yet he could tell she was under the Imperius curse and was just about to break it. She screamed at them, but was then forced to tell them everything she knew before they brought her completely out of it.
"That's why we weren't able to tell how he was getting the information, he was using a child...not below him, but also not expected either, sloppy on our part. And of course Azadeh didn't pick it up, she loves children and it would never occur to her that a child would ever do anything like that...even if she did sense it, she'd put it out of her mind as paranoia. or something," Wolfgang shook his head.
Harry wanted to be angry at the little girl, but he knew he couldn't be. A child wouldn't be able to fend off such a spell. But he didn't have time to dwell on it long, Wolfgang took him to train, this time he wasn't waiting so long to get his daughter and future grandchild back.
Azadeh didn't move from the bed when Lucius got ready for work, in fact she wouldn't even look at him, she just laid there, her form curled into a ball. Lucius looked down at her in his standard issued uniform, except for the new insignia that was now on his cloak that stated he was now the right hand of Voldemort.
"You should be proud to be with the right hand of Voldemort, I will be able to take care of you like no one can, you will have anything you want," he drawled. Still she said nothing. "I will expect you to be dressed when I come home and have dinner with me." Again, she didn't move. Azadeh just laid on her side and stared out the window. "Oh, and I wouldn't think of escaping either...there is a force field of sorts around the grounds, so if anyone from your little rebellion tries to invade my lands, they'll simply be put to death...however, YOU will be given a nasty shock and I don't think that would be good for the baby." Her eyes flinched in sadness...finally, a reaction.
Lucius walked by her side of the bed and tried to pet her, she slapped his hand away which angered him. He grabbed her by her arms, practically lifting her upperbody up off the bed, "I suggest you take a really good look at who your future husband is going to be! It should have been this way in the first place! Then you, my son, and Harry defected... Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you the next time I caught you, if you were pregnant that I would kill the blasted child! But you had to tempt fate, thought that I wouldn't have my way...but I did. Still, the only thing that is keeping that baby alive right now is my master's orders."
Azadeh looked at him with pain in her eyes, she was keeping herself from crying. He plopped her back down and as he turned his back, she threw something at him which he only caught and put down on the mantle. "I'm a little bit quicker than that," Lucius drawled and left.
She rolled over and cried, then an hour passed and she ran to the bathroom to throw up. The house elves did their best to take care of her as ordered by Lucius. They didn't know what to do, but the female house elves did their best to comfort her and make sure she ate. Azadeh held her stomach, she knew Voldemort was going to do something to her baby and if she didn't do something soon...it would happen. She didn't feel like herself, the damned bracelet prevented her from doing a lot of things...but even if she could, Lucius was stronger than her in many aspects anyway. Plus, his strength had grown, no doubt taking the potions Harry once took. Azadeh focused so hard on Harry, wishing he was there and sobbing.
Harry was in the middle of practice when he had to stop, he held his head...Azadeh was calling him. Wolfgang went to his side. "She's suffering, I know she is...she's frightened and I can't help her!" Harry started to tear.
Wolfgang looked down, his own feelings were starting to get out of control. He was a patient man, but like all men, you could push him so far. This Lucius was selfish, a bastard, and though Harry took Azadeh from him, they were meant to be together. Lucius was a madman and that's all there was to it, and he was concerned about his son, Draco, but he had seemed to let go of his attraction for his daughter and go to Hermione. The fact remained, that Draco was learning to let go, especially because he was determined to NOT be like his father.
"I have to go to her!"
"You know you can't now, you'll get yourself killed. They expect you to come and will most like have a trap ready for you. Voldemort will most likely want revenge, Harry, he hates the fact he could never truly control you...and chances are, he hates Azadeh even more because she had awakened that side of you that was good again. He'll use your child against you, and he's most likely using Lucius too in his little scheme."
"Lucius doesn't care though, he has Azadeh now..."
"True, he may not care he's being used...but that is what will get him into trouble, it will make him sloppy. His arrogance will make him fumble, but you must do your best to keep a cool head to catch him when he does. No doubt, Voldemort has given Lucius the same potions you used to take, but I am giving you training that will match it, that will help you. No one else can defeat Voldemort, Harry...it is your destiny to defeat him and you've always known that. Now, you have more of reason to than ever to fight."
Harry only nodded.
Hermione sat on the picnic table in the front yard after her marial arts practice with Xiu. She was tired, but she was glad she was tired, it kept her from thinking about Azadeh. She had such a bad feeling when Harry took Azadeh to the safe house, but everything was happening so fast that she didn't get to him on time. Guilt set in, Hermione's mind went over things a thousand times to see if she could have found a better way...always doing that when things went wrong. She was so worried about the baby too...Lucius would more than likely kill it if he could, or something worse could be done to it. Harry and Azadeh had wanted this baby, and remembered how Harry talked about having a family, even when they were younger and in Hogwarts. Now he had a chance to truly be happy and Lucius took it away...Voldemort took it away...AGAIN.
She pulled her legs up to her chest, tucking her head in her knees and started to cry. Hermione liked Azadeh, she was a nice person, much like her father. She knew where Azadeh got it from when she met Wolfgang...he was a handsome man, Hermione blushed when she saw him, but he was quiet, calm, yet a powerful Shaman as well. He had nothing to prove to anyone, and though Azadeh was more of a 'wild card like her mother', he would say...for the most part, she was her father's daughter.
"Granger?" it was Draco. She wasn't in the mood for his sarcastic remarks, whether or not they were shagging.
Hermione wiped her face quickly, "what?"
"What's wrong with you?" he sat next to her eyeing her.
"What do you think is wrong with me? I just lost a good friend to your FATHER, wouldn't be put out over something like that...would I?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Hold on, there's not need to get saracastic...I just asked!" Draco spat.
"Aren't you the least bit worried?"
"Yes and no."
"Explain your logic, PLEASE," she glared.
"Yes, I am worried. But I'm mostly worried for the child, as for Azadeh...she will be protected to an extent. But I'm also not worried because we will get her back...we will, you'll see. Plus, she's a fighter, my father can't beat her down so easily...I've seen her in action," he grinned.
But realization hit Hermione, "it was Azadeh you were talking about, wasn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"The woman you were really in love with, it was Azadeh," she said softly.
Draco said nothing, but looked at Hermione in amazement, her ability to put two and two together so quickly, "how do you figure this?"
"I'm not an idiot, Draco. The way everyone else was so happy for her pregnancy but you. When you didn't go to bed after her grandmother told us to when we brought back Mrs. Weasley. How you and Harry have been at odds with each other..."
"We've always been at odds with each other," he drawled.
"It's the way you look at her, when she's in the room...you don't see me."
"That's not true, at least not lately."
"No, lately...you have been more attentive towards me..."
He looked at her as if she were accusing him of something, "you need not worry about anything happening."
"I know nothing would happen, she loves Harry. But am I a consolation prize?"
"No. I wouldn't be with you if I didn't want you, if I didn't find you...intriguing in your own way. We Malfoys don't just pick anyone, give me SOME credit...and give yourself some as well. What happened to the Granger that told me to 'shove off' every five minutes!"
"Part of her died with Ron," Hermione sighed.
"And you accuse me of being attached..."
"I'm not accusing you, I just figured it out...but I never called you a 'pet' or anything, you're not a hobby. You've grown up, you used to be spoiled and obnoxious...rude, coniving, sneaky..."
"Do you mind? If this is your way of turning me on, it's not working," Draco glared.
"Sorry. My point is you're no longer these things...or at least at a lesser degree."
"Still not working."
"Look, I care for you more than I should and I know...you couldn't possibly...," Hermione was turned around and kissed passionately by Draco, then he stopped.
"You always did talk too much, Granger."
She nodded, "I'm so worried about her..."
Draco only hugged her and held her, comforting her and he smiled to himself. Never in his wildest dreams when he was younger, did he ever think that he would start to care for the mudblood he knew at Hogwarts. But she was his now, no one else could have her or take her away. He finally had something of his own that was really worth something to him...