Lucius strode out into ice cold the water with Aurelia's motionless body in the crooks of his arms. Along the shore, a crowd had begun to gather.

The crowd of Deatheaters that had congregated on the bank of the lake was the most spectacular sight Lucius had seen since those that had attended the Dark Lord's rising at the grave site of the Riddle house. At that time Voldemort's' followers were mostly in hiding. Now it appeared the number of people that stood in front of Lucius as he waded through the thigh high water, was in the hundreds. His chest puffed with pride and he looked down his nose once more at those beneath his authority, he carried Aurelia in his arms as her hair dangled into the murky water as well as what was left of the torn trail of the angelic dress she wore which was now stained grey and brown.

Hidden amongst the gathering Narcissa Malfoy observed her husband as he made the watery crossing between the two banks and she watched through suspicious eyes.

Of course, it would be him who would find her. She thought. He always found a way to her.

However, she was calmed by the mental reminder that he would not risk his own life by revealing that he had already stolen the girls virginity; the very thing that the girl's mother had sold to be claimed on her 16th birthday (that very day). Bellatrix had sold her daughter to Voldemort. Bellatrix had demanded more money and treasures than he had originally offered, as well as the highest social standing possible. Voldemort was reluctant but driven by greed and therefore announced Bellatrix as second to himself after the auction Bellatrix hosted at Malfoy Manor.

Since that night the Malfoy family were riddled with fear, the secret they all knew had the potential to end their lineage, and the truth could be uttered at any moment.

Mr Malfoy had managed to wash his trousers of the mud that dirtied them when he had forced his body on top of Aurelia and his legs had sunk into the mud that was saturated with rain, but at the waist line on the back of his velvet jacket was visible evidence of Aurelia's legs that had pressed against his body. The stains and footprints on the front of his body from her physical protests of his actions had been blurred by the drenched clothing that was held to his body as he carried her across the lake. The man's sodden leather shoes contacted the debris of the shoreline and immediately randomly scattered members of the gathering started to apparate to get an upfront position at their destination.

Lucius Malfoy with Aurelia still draped over his arms followed suit however is destination was a small hut-like house; overgrown, dusty, and thick with age and neglect. Bellatrix waited inside the house for the return of her possession, the woman's rage bubbled and escalated when she saw the state Aurelia was returned in.

Bellatrix hurled verbal abuse at Lucius and she paid no attention to the suspicious state of his own clothes and yanked Aurelia from his arms. The affects of the Stupefy charm were lifted by her cruel hands as she threw her daughter into the corner of the open lounge, dust flew up and clouded the air and Aurelia continued where she left off in her fight against Lucius, unaware that she was in another location and different situation altogether. Her screaming faltered as she coughed on the dirt that assaulted her airways and eyes.

In front of the girl, Bellatrix prepared to send a Cruciatus curse through her daughter but stalled when she remembered the consequences and ultimate cost of damaging Aurelia. Lucius watched nervously and outside the noise created by hundreds of Deatheaters that were apparating to the cemetery permeated the old glass windows of the house. Bellatrix Lestrange took slow and steady steps away from her daughter, her arms fell to her side and her head bobbled with hatred. She shot from the room with a shriek of anger and a black haze.

Lucius Malfoy could sense Aurelia was brewing a tantrum. He could hear her lungs expand and deflate violently, he watched as she bunched herself up into a ball while laid on the floor. Her hair that blanketed her back moved like a wild black bear as she breathed. Malfoy nervously looked around himself and to each available window, he was afraid he was being watched.

Underneath her hair Aurelia's mind was frantic. Although she felt hungry she was too nauseas to think about food. Her dry mouth breathed two words that came straight from her throat and not her brain.

"Kill me".

Lucius was taken a back. Throughout her childhood she had never begged for death, but the path she was being sailed down bore her no possibility of happiness or an ounce of gratitude to those around her. Even Severus had failed to help her this time and she had given up all hope of escape.

Lucius took a tentative step forward and he continued to check the windows for curious eyes. He could hear the girl muttering under her breath. He had seen people and also caused people to be driven to madness before, and he questioned if he had just lost Aurelia to the depths of insanity too.

Aurelia had her head buried to the rotten floorboards, but she felt them bend with the weight of someone close-by. She moved as though possessed, she clawed her body forward and up the legs of Lucius who almost fell back with fright. Aurelia clung to his trousers and begged on her knees to be spared of Voldemort. Lucius moved as if he had a Muggle pulling at his body, he was so paranoid that he would be caught. He shushed her with his teeth and put his hands to his mouth whilst he checked over his shoulders before he was forced to drop to his knees. Aurelia's cries grew into screams, Lucius panicked, and his mind was torn between covering her mouth with his large hands and peeling her away from his body. His fear of being caught with his hands on a possession claimed by The Dark Lord was too prominent for him to think rationally.

Lucius's hands danced in the space between the girl and himself, he pleaded with her to be silent as she begged him to end her life. The pain and sorrow in her heart poured from her eyes.

After their eyes connected with one another for a moment, she collected her breath and suddenly stopped her tirade. She looked to the floor in serious contemplation of an idea. She jumped up, but the sudden movement caused her to falter as her vision went black briefly.

Lucius had always been mesmerised by her beauty, even when she was in a tantrum and she had pushed her self-destruct button; or when she wore a pretty shade of purple across her face – he was always satisfied to see his mark on her body, but now he would have to accept to see another man's mark on her. If he was to act on ego he would take her life, so no other man would be able to touch what was always his. However, he continued to act on fear.

Aurelia finally manipulated and let the loose ropes fall from around her wrists and coil on the floor and tore the dress from her body, the baby in her stomach had vacated her distracted mind. She moved confidently, she nodded her head to herself. Lucius Malfoy watched her intensely, he recognised the indications of insanity in her.

Aurelia Lestrange appeared to be in an argument with herself, she agreed and disagreed with herself constantly and paced along the dirtied floor and waved her hands out in front of her body with the total conviction of her private thoughts.

Malfoy marvelled and approached the girl – one of his hands on her shoulder stopped her in her tracks, her eyes were ravenous, and she whispered to him:

"The Imperius Curse"