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Lucius looked behind his shoulder in horror to Bellatrix who had just entered to see him buried between Aurelia's knees. Malfoy's quick mind slipped his wand from his waistcoat and pressed it into Aurelia's neck. The girl sobbed. To Malfoy's amazement Bellatrix released a growling laugh, the kind that develops from in the pit of the stomach. Lucius looked back to Aurelia, his eyes darted between the two of hers, he didn't know whether to drop his hold on the girl's face or tighten it. Bellatrix Lestrange was a hard woman to read, even for him.
Bellatrix walked around the bed.
"Well done Lucius!" She spoke, her voice was nothing like Aurelia had pictured. It was erratic.
Malfoy turned back to Aurelia. He looked to her lips, licked his own in an attempt to satisfy his hunger and paced backwards with the tip of his wand still held to her neck.
"Are you ready to apologise to mummy?" Bellatrix folded her arms and pouted her lips at Aurelia.
Aurelia's eyebrows frowned, and her big blue eyes moved to Lucius before she crudely pushed his wand and hand away from her body, she smoothed the front of her dress and wiped the tears from her face. Her eye make-up left black smears across her hands.
"Of course she is" he stated, out of breath but relieved. "Aren't you Aurelia?" he addressed the girl who observed his wand and then her mother.
Aurelia was extremely confused, she realised her mouth was dry. The spit stuck to her teeth and lips and she found it hard to swallow to provide an answer. A couple of left over tears fell from her eyes when she blinked and looked down to her feet.
A moment passed before Aurelia lifted her eyes and stared straight into the deathly cold, brown glare of her mother's and at that precise moment the room lit, and the sky roared with a clap of thunder. Aurelia gave her mother the apology that she never wanted to give. Bellatrix smirked, and she and Malfoy left the girl's bedroom, her doors locked behind them.
Before dawn broke Aurelia was up and dressed for the day. During the night she had plenty of time for her mind to piece together the evening she endured. Her mother was as mad and unpredictable as a Cornish Pixie. She felt duped by her own dreams. Aurelia continued with her own plans of escape now that Bellatrix wasn't a viable option. The girl laid on her bed and thought of her fate if she stayed with the people of the Manor. She sat upright and paused for a second, she knew she was due to return to Hogwarts that evening and there was a book she'd come across in the Manor library that would be beneficial to her Creatures class. She tried the handles of her door to find she was no longer trapped inside her bedroom.
The doors to the library were also unlocked and left slightly open. The room was circular with tall shelves of books that reached the ceiling, in the middle of the room was a large wooden desk and a wide, leather buttoned chair. But before Aurelia could fully walk into the library she heard the unforgettable voice of her mother.
"Oh, come now Lucius." Bellatrix's whine sounded through the silence of the books. Aurelia peeked around the edge of the shelves and saw the white-blonde hair of Lucius Malfoy sat at the desk with a quill in one hand and a whisky glass in the other. Bellatrix was stood behind him with her arms hung round his neck. Aurelia watched her mother's hands glide down his shirt and into his lap.
Lucius rested his head back onto her shoulder and a loud tut broke the quietness, it was a poor attempt of displaying his objection. Aurelia's pace of breath quickened, and her mouth parted at what she was seeing. She couldn't remove her eyes from the two, she knew it was wrong to watch but she was intrigued. Not just to see her mother but to see Lucius with the tables turned.
"Lucius... Where is my husband?" Bellatrix continued, her voice was a pitch lower and quieter. His shirt had been unbuttoned to reveal his muscular chest. Aurelia couldn't see beneath the desk, but she imagined his trousers were also unbuttoned. Underneath, in the shadows of the desk Bellatrix slipped her hands inside the man's undergarments. Malfoy's face was strained, and he looked concerned when he looked to his lap. His face was taken out of view for Aurelia when her mother raised the skirt of her dress and climbed on top of the seated man. Aurelia heard a muffled growl emit from his throat as Bellatrix continued, the girl's stomach lurched and somewhere inside her, she felt aroused. Perhaps Aurelia's mother could teach her something that she wanted; to successfully manipulate for personal gain.
"Where is my husband Lucius?!" Bellatrix sounded a little angry, her hands were buried in Malfoy's silky locks, she pulled a little too hard. Lucius roughly grabbed her wrists and shoved her hands off his head. Bellatrix rode him back and forth. She leaned her hands back behind her on the desk for leverage and his shoes loudly scraped along the floor when Aurelia watched his legs relax and part. Bellatrix elevated one hand to touch the man's face, but he forcefully pushed her hand away again, with a snarl.
"Do you treat my sister this way Lucius?" Bellatrix breathed again. Lucius Malfoy remained silent as she further crushed her hips to his. Aurelia never blinked, she watched his hands creep up Bellatrix's back and hold her body down by her shoulders. The girl could see the whites of his knuckles as his hands gripped her body and he thrust his hips upwards. Lucius had to clear his throat before he spoke;
"London. He's in London you wench!" he furiously moaned into her hair. Bellatrix had her answer and she tried to remove herself from Lucius, but he was too strong. Even though Bellatrix flailed her legs and pushed at him, he picked her up and threw her on his desk. The woman's head collided with the marble writing station, she gave a short shriek and returned to her continuous pounding of Lucius with her fists until he finished with violent thrusts and released his grip. Bellatrix was more than infuriated and as soon as he left her body she grasped her wand from the straps at her ankle and sent a curse with a flash of red into his chest. Lucius's screams sent shivers down Aurelia's spine, her eyes slammed shut but she quickly opened them to see him doubled over. Lucius's face was as white as a ghost, the veins in his forehead were fit to burst and he clutched a hold of his stomach. Aurelia could feel the intensity of her mother's curse, the heat swirled around the room. She felt every muscle in her body tense, but she couldn't lift her eyes from his suffering. Aurelia saw his sorrowful eyes flick open before she was grabbed by the hand and pulled from the library and into another room.
Narcissa had been the one to remove her from her hiding spot. Aurelia breathed as though she had been running. She sucked in air through her nose as if she had been pulled from a burning building and rested her head and body against the closed door.
Once Aurelia realised she was in the company of Narcissa, questions tumbled from her mouth, but in her hurry, they made no sense. Narcissa flew to Aurelia and hushed her with her finger to the girl's lips. When Aurelia was silent, and their eyes connected; Narcissa pulled herself back.
"I'm related to you?" Aurelia whispered, "you're my Aunt"
Narcissa just stood there almost in tears, dumbfounded and ashamed.
"And Lucius he..." Aurelia paused and looked at the closed door behind herself. "She's your sister? Why didn't you do something?" Aurelia referred to the rape that had just happened in the library, but Narcissa assumed a different meaning.
"Heavens know I tried Aurelia! I tried so hard! You have no idea what my husband can be like. His greed... his appetite and strength" Narcissa pleaded but with perfect composure.
Aurelia inwardly smiled, it amused her that Narcissa had the wrong idea, but she was also offended. "I do" she whispered. "I know exactly what he can be like, he has visited my quarters more times than you or I can count. I have more marks on my skin than anyone I know, marks that your husband left on me".
Narcissa had closed her eyes, her world around her had started to spin. She was suddenly light headed and had to steady herself with the nearest piece of furniture.
Aurelia continued, "The only person you've ever truly cared for is Draco" her words were said with a cruel tone because Aurelia was hurt.
Narcissa rose from her seat and met Aurelia's words with fierce defiance, she pulled herself up to her full height and spoke with authority.
"And nothing can change that." Narcissa Malfoy spoke through her pain, she left the room with elegance and poise. She had protected Draco but neglected Aurelia and there was nothing more she wanted to do to reverse the damage. Aurelia was her sister's responsibility now, Narcissa had fulfilled her task, but nothing could aid the pain she felt. The same hands that entered her own bed at night were the same hands liable for the physical scars on the girl, but it was made clear to Narcissa that her hands were also stained too.
Aurelia returned to her room to wait for her return to Hogwarts, that was her only option left to leave the chaos of her life at the Malfoy Manor. The girl dropped to the floor and wailed, it was a slow and anguish ridden cry. Her heart had broken into a thousand pieces, glass rained down on her back when the light bulbs shattered above her.
Aurelia was alone on her journey from her home to school. The students there avoided her more after her mother's escape was broadcasted in the Daily Prophet. Even those who she considered a friend only engaged in small conversations with her. She felt more alone than the times she actually was alone before she came to Hogwarts. The girl returned to school to find that Professor Umbridge had taken over Hogwarts as Headmaster, Aurelia felt sick, that woman would smite anyone to get what she wanted. Aurelia Lestrange couldn't sleep again so she took a walk in the dead of night and searched for Severus Snape. During the descent down to his dungeon classroom she could hear male voices, there seemed to be an argument taking place.
Aurelia crouched, and tip toed towards the dungeon door, it was ajar. Inside Snape had pushed Harry Potter into a chair that almost tipped with the force of the teacher's actions. Aurelia had no idea what was happening between them but a name they spoke of rung through Aurelia's ears. She had heard this name before and of Harry Potter's troubles with it. Most members of the Wizarding World daren't speak of him. The Dark Lord. It got Aurelia thinking of her mother, and her mother's crimes. Aurelia took off into the night to research.
There wasn't much to find in the library about The Dark Lord or Bellatrix Lestrange. She wished Professor Lupin was still at the school, he would have aided her. Maybe Draco knew, he was in the same year as Potter. After a tense hour of secretly flitting about the books she carefully found her way back to bed, without consequences. However, sleep did not nourish her body easily. The vision of Harry Potter being thrown across the dungeons battered her eyelids. Aurelia tossed and turned as she imagined Harry at the mercy of a different man. A man who had killed a fellow student last year, a man she couldn't put a face to.
The next evening Aurelia laid on the floor of the Slytherin common room, huddled next to the fire. She rested on her stomach and quietly wrote her Transfigurations essay on thick parchment. Her breath puffed in clouds of steam, the cross over between January and February was notoriously cold at Hogwarts. The common room appeared to be empty but the certainty of that was never guaranteed. It was eerie in the dark, every unexplained noise caused Aurelia to flinch and look out into the black abyss of the common room with wide eyes. As she swung her feet in the air behind herself, something approached her from around the furniture.
Draco Malfoy had entered the common room from the boy's dormitory. He was headed to meet Pansy, but he was startled to see a small fire still glowing and Aurelia Lestrange laid on the hearth of the fireplace. He crept towards her and threw himself over the back of the sofa and landed in the seat with his feet up. Aurelia's tiny body jumped so hard at his sudden appearance that she screamed and almost set herself on fire. Her quill flipped from her hand and its feather ended up singed in the flames.
Air squeaked through his throat when he laughed at his work.
"Malfoy shush! Do you know how late it is?!" Aurelia whispered, her face had flushed a bright pink and she hurried to collect her papers and scramble to her feet. Once fully straight and with armfuls of her essay she turned and pressed immediately into the body of Malfoy. He had got to his feet and walked to the girl. A small one-sided smile was present on his face, Aurelia gasped for the second time, rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth wide to yell at him.
Draco pushed his forefinger to his own lips with an arrogant look plastered across his entire face. Draco shifted a foot closer to her and closed the gap she had made; the dwindling flames left them in near darkness.
Aurelia took her moment.
"I want to know about Voldemort" she pressed.
A door in the direction of Snape's quarters creaked, Draco grabbed Aurelia by the arm and ran with her in tow to a tall, but empty cabinet. Her parchments fluttered to the ground behind her.
Inside the cabinet Draco held a hand over Aurelia's mouth and peered through the lattice work. A dark shadow flit through the room and out the door. Aurelia grappled and managed to push his hand away, she glared at him, but he wouldn't have been able to see her because they were in total frozen darkness.
"Don't speak his name" Malfoy whispered but a few inches away from her ear.
Aurelia was somewhat frightened with how close they were. The only thing she could see in front of her was a slight radiance from his white school shirt and hair.
"Why?" she whispered slowly.
"Don't ask questions, just do what I said." He took his head backwards.
There was a short pause, Draco looked outside again. Aurelia watched him, his shirt reminded her of the library and how her mother got what she wanted.
Aurelia places both her hands on his chest, she flexed and rubbed her fingers into his covered flesh. He flinched away from her but only as far as the cabinet would allow.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, he felt unable to move. Her touch was intoxicating.
"Tell me about my mother. Why was she in prison?" Aurelia breathed and pushed her body to him. Her thigh fitted neatly in the hot gap between his legs.
Draco was rough, he grasped both her hands and pushed her, she fell backwards, and he toppled forward. His face was an inch from hers, his breath crawled on her skin. There was silence again but the cabinet had rocked with the fast movement from within.
"She's a nasty woman." Draco spat. "She's killed, she's hurt and she's crazy." He stopped, his hair shook in front of his forehead before it was crushed between them. "And you are not her, Aurelia." He leant his head on hers, he had his eyes closed and Aurelia had the fleeting thought that he was about to kiss her, but she could taste his fear.
"I'm sorry" He finally broke the air. He couldn't give her the answer's she wanted, and he was sorry for that. He could feel her breasts heave against his chest with each of her quick breaths. Draco sighed and opened the cabinet. He had left her when he felt the front of his trousers grow tighter, he was mortified with his bodies reaction to her. Aurelia didn't leave the cabinet straight away, she slumped down to her bottom and sat, until her brain could take no more thoughts.
Aurelia and Draco returned home for the summer to the wrath of Bellatrix Lestrange and the utter despair of Narcissa Malfoy. The kids were almost hit by glass and fine china that had been propelled through the air by Bellatrix when they entered the dining room, they had found the source of the commotion.