Narcissa Malfoy had retreated from her husband after she loyally healed his wounds, but she had some reluctance. Even though she was relieved to see him go instead of her son, she knew it should have been Draco who received the torture her husband just endured and for that she was grateful but Narcissa also felt resentment in her heart towards Lucius, for she did not hold the failings of her son to blame for their social and monetary descent. She held Lucius solely accountable, because although Draco had floundered in his initiation task, it was her husband who had wronged Voldemort for far too long. Lucius had done wrong by too many people and Aurelia was the final straw for her, she knew her husband had a beastly obsession with the girl and now that Aurelia was ranked higher than her sister Bellatrix, his obsession was much too dangerous. She feared the climax to their hunt for Potter was coming to an end, and faster than she liked because she knew that Voldemort's mortal soul dwindled with each move the Potter boy made. Mrs Malfoy had seen the murders committed within her own home due to The Dark Lord's outrage when the secrets of his soul were discovered.
Narcissa withdrew to her room and the crimes of her husband relentlessly washed over her mind, like a tsunami she was unable to stop. He had committed murder and torture, he had swindled money and treasures and had been an accomplice to many other dark wizards and their wrongdoings. He had also been a predator, an abuser and a rapist. For most of this he had gotten away with, without lawful penalty but at the cost of his wife, family and dignity instead. And she fell to her knees at her bedside and cried into the thick comforter.
Even though she had ordered her Lucius to dispose of the old black leather diary around 4 years ago and he had done so, the thing continued to haunt their home and the desires of that book plagued her husband's mind and body and each time Narcissa had heard of his predatorial behaviour towards Aurelia she resented him just a bit more for not having the power to resist. As she sat on the floor of her bedroom, she thought over the very first time Lucius had put his hands on Aurelia with sexual intent and the crazed look of his eyes when she had intervened. Those eyes were etched into her brain for eternity. It was granted that he was never a pleasant man to Aurelia or sometimes even Draco before that object came to be in his possession but afterwards it was like he was ravenous for her flesh. She recalled so vividly that she was alerted by Dobby the family's house elf that Aurelia was in peril and the girls juvenile screams flooded her ears once more as she sobbed. Narcissa could still feel the girls tiny and trembling body under her hands and could still see the vivid colour of red blood that stained the chest of her night dress as it dripped from two thick gashes to her young and sweet face. Mrs Malfoy remembered Aurelia was in too much pain and shock to function that night it all started, and she could not walk, nor could she speak. Narcissa knew of others in their Deatheater clan that had also preyed on small children and she knew of worse atrocities, so Lucius wasn't the first and she knew he wouldn't be the last, but he was her husband and her heart had been broken, nonetheless. Draco had swiftly become her only concern and now that he was ordered in to The Dark Lord's sickening presence once again, she was powerless to protect him this time. She wailed harder as she lost her classy composure and mourned for the social standing and safety they used to adorn.
Lucius Malfoy was stood in front of Aurelia Lestrange who was laid on her bed in her hidden room, he was alone and undiscovered. His venomous and unstable mind thought of how he used to visit her when she was younger, and the sweet blessed relief that rolled over his body after she had fulfilled his needs, he was so angry and so frustrated at that moment that he could effortlessly take her body with his own once more. But when she had rolled from her side to her back as he had commanded, she revealed her large and distended stomach to him. Malfoy was taken aback at the size of her, but Aurelia was always very slight in body stature and he thought that perhaps that was why she looked so disproportionate. Her bodily shape quickly threw Malfoy's dangerous lust aside and the memory of the girl pinned, and writhing beneath Voldemort staved his hungry thoughts.
His brow furrowed even further when he noticed that she had been crying, he did not recall ever allowing her to cry under his command and knew the Imperius Curse to be a delightful sensation when under its influence. As he looked around the room he puzzled, he noticed several food trays that still contained food that was at various stages of decay. Lucius Malfoy most certainly remembered that he gave her orders to eat.
Panic quickly ensued and he lunged to her bed and jumped on his knees to be at her side, he grasped her head in his hands, one clasped over her mouth and the other around the back of Aurelia's head and his strained reddened eyes danced between the two of hers as he searched for the dull glaze that was evidence of his curse. His long silver hair parted and framed his face as it fell from his shoulders.
Aurelia looked up to him with a paralysed and expressionless face, her eyes were still void of their sparkle and yet a small tear fell from her darkened eyelid, halted briefly by her soft eyelashes. The salty droplet trickled down her cheek supported by the shallow groove of a scar left by the injury that he had caused. He watched it slowly fall downwards and disperse onto his little finger that was pressed hard against her face. Lucius Malfoy looked to her eyes once more, she appeared to be under the influence of his Imperius Curse, so how could she be crying? Or maybe she was tricking him, she had always been a devious little girl, he thought. After another scan of both her eyes he slid his hand lower and he slipped the long side of his little finger between her teeth, while he mentally ordered her to stay relaxed and open her mouth to welcome him, for he knew that if she was no longer under his control, she would not calmly allow his movements. Her mouth was slick and warm, and the man's mind immediately thought of how he had forced her to choke and retch on another more intimate part of his body before. He watched as her lips gently gripped around his hand as her teeth rested against his flesh and just as he had begun to change his thoughts in his head, Aurelia telepathically followed, and her neat teeth began to press hard as she closed her jaws.
His mouth smirked, she was still his.
Lucius removed his hand from her teeth with a small wince of his face, and he proceeded to caress her bottom lip with his dirtied thumb. He longed to kiss those lips again and fire burned through his body for Aurelia once more. He paused and closed his eyes to supress his urges just as he had done so for the many months that she was confined and only allowed to be visited by Voldemort. Lucius sniffed at the blood that continued to slowly dribble from his nose, he promptly released her head from his grasp and rapidly pulled her in to his chest, the cheeks of his face distorted as he squashed himself against her hair. His arms and body fully engulfed her in a long embrace. The memory of her 16th birthday plagued his thoughts once again.
Tears continued to fall eerily but gracefully from Aurelia's blue eyes. Inside her fuzzy head she fought with what little energy she had left to cling on to the image of Lucius that was printed in her mind, the same as she had done since his spell's conception. The memory was of him stood above herself at the time he had discarded her own mind and freewill and replaced it with his own commands. She could not control the tears, they fell of their own freewill because she struggled to maintain the image as it slowly slipped away from her mind as time continued. Aurelia unconsciously wept for the loss of herself. Her body could not see anything other than blurred shadows, she could only hear as though she were under water and words did not make sense and noises could not be identified. She could not feel pain or pleasure, she could not make choices or remember her controlled actions, but as she sat on her bed, held at an awkward angle in the iron hold of Lucius, it would have been very easy for her to fully succumb.
Lucius wiped Aurelia's saliva from his hand along the leg of his trousers and as he looked down, he realised that her stomach was pressed against his own. His mouth parted in shock for he also registered for the first time that below the thin cotton of her dress and just under a thin layer of flesh was a very real heir to the dark and powerful Lord Voldemort. Malfoy's heart beat wild in his chest and pounded loud against his ear drums as his power-hungry greed erupted. He pressed the palm of his left hand to her body. His hand curved around its large circumference. He wanted to feel it, he craved to be the first to have contact with the child of The Dark Lord. Malfoy hurried and lifted the long skirt of her gown, his fingers brushed against her thigh as he moved, it had been so long since Lucius had physical contact with Aurelia's intimate warmth. His groin ached beneath her bottom. He continued further up her leg until her stomach bumped into the back of his hand, his shoulders rose and fell rapidly with his racing heart and his mouth was dry with the breaths that wafted strands of her raven curly hair. Crimson blood dropped from his nose to her face as his chin pressed against the front of her forehead, his eyes were as wide as they could be as he looked down at her body that was curled up in his lap. He stretched out his hand and smoothed his palm over the bare skin of the girl's stomach, but her clothing agonisingly restricted his movements and angered his mood. Malfoy violently yanked it up from under her bottom to gorge his eyes on her beautiful flesh... but her skin was bruised, and purple veins spread like tree branches that concealed the moon and thick red lines ran from top to bottom now that her skin had been stretched to almost transparency. Malfoy rubbed at her tummy some more and felt the deep ridges of each stretch scar under the pad of his thumb.
His Aurelia was maimed, marred by another man's flesh and seed. He felt the ache of lust turn to the pang of guilt in his stomach. Lucius could no longer be aroused; his touch was no longer of greed... and it turned to curiosity.
What would this child, son to Voldemort grow to be like? Or would their Lord need this child's body sooner than originally planned and the child would then never get the chance to grow as himself?
Lucius Malfoy continued to let his mind wonder as he held the girl in his arms. He had lost all faith in his own son, he feared he would again fail The Dark Lord. The thought that this may be his last encounter with Aurelia washed over his body, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to her forehead, clumping the hair at her hairline with the blood sat along his top lip. Her hair had the same familiar scent as when she was smaller. He was startled by the movement of her stomach under his hand, he watched as the baby distorted the perfect curve of her pregnant body from the inside of her strained uterus and he sniffed at the fresh blood that gravity pulled from his nostrils and that which stained his facial stubble. He felt unnerved by the unsightly shapes her stomach was forced into, her skin felt extremely close to splitting under his hand as the strength of the foetus put pressure against him.
Lucius Malfoy simply sat still in silence and looked to her face, she was so beautiful, even in her broken state. Another pair of tears seeped from the outside corners of her eyes. He was reminded of their coach ride they took from Hogwarts when she was to meet her mother for the first time, she had been so close to his face then that he could feel the tickle of her sweet breath on his lips which had caused his fascination to twitch and growl to take her.
Malfoy's blue eyes moved to each feature of her face before lingering at her lips once more. He bent his head downwards and placed his starved lips upon hers, he sucked the girl's upper lip between his which released a slow flurry of pleasure and relieved the frustration he had held for all that time.
His crimes he had gotten away with, the abuse and rape of a child; he had so-far spared the consequences of. Malfoy's dangerous obsession with Aurelia had been ignited by the twisted and very evil mind of a teenage Voldemort that spoke to Lucius from within the diary that contained a piece of Voldemort's soul. The beast in Malfoy's belly had hungered for Aurelia since and worsened as she grew into a woman and he wasn't ready for it to end. But he knew it had to, she was to be 17 that year, a part of Voldemort's inner circle and to bare a son and Lucius considered that there might be more son's born to her. He thought of relinquishing his spell as she sat in on his lap, but he was frightened she would accuse him of all that was true; years of exploitation and the violation of her tiny body prior to Voldemort and finally the illegal curse that was set upon her after her initiation and after Voldemort claimed ownership of her.
Lucius was a coward and he left her as she was, with his blood smeared across her top lip and splattered across her nose and cheeks. Malfoy jumped from the bed, he wiped his face along the white sleeve of his shirt which stained the cotton red and promptly left the girls cell. He closed the door quietly but could not return the enchantments to their proper glory and he hightailed it out of the dungeons. Aurelia's body slumped back to laying down as she was left without thoughts or commands again. Her child that was secretly at full development within her body continued to kick and fidget in protest for correct nutrition and enough space to move. The baby was full term and her womb had slowly started to prepare itself for the process of birth.
Draco Malfoy had stood and let time tick by. Lord Voldemort had given him instructions to find an object hidden within the castle he stood and watched from his hidden position within its grounds. He sulked and pouted with his sombre mood. He hadn't a clue how to beat Harry Potter at what it was they were doing. He had heard they were disposing of all items Voldemort, once known as Tom Riddle had defiled with dark magic. Draco threw himself into the air to apparate home and stomped his way to his quarters and flung himself onto his lavish bed and cried into his pillows, the anxiety that bubbled through his veins deprived his lungs of oxygen and made his chest hurt. His father, Lucius, entered into the doorway that Draco had left wide open in his temper, the sound of Lucius's shoes that clacked on the floor alarmed Draco. He lifted his head from his hands and although he was hyperventilating, he his father was still bleeding from his face, and there was evidence he had wiped his face on his sleeve. Draco instinctively flinched at every movement his father made, his eyes blinked excessively as he attempted to calm his breathing.
Lucius Malfoy tried to contain his rage, but his frustration hissed through his teeth. Noncoherent words spewed from his mouth in his tirade towards his son. Draco grudgingly accepted his mission and set about researching what he needed to do to succeed. It was a few days later, on the first of May that it was loudly proclaimed throughout the Malfoy Mansion that Potter was sighted in Hogsmeade just outside of the Hogwarts castle. The shouting and hollers that ensued told Draco they were preparing for the final fight. His Deatheater associates were rallying to take the castle and to kill Harry Potter and Draco knew that he had to act now, he had to get that object before Harry did. He had to go back to Hogwarts.