DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. The Healer Pixies are mine. Glorioux

A/N. Harry is stating his claim, but not everyone is happy. I debated Lucius or the Grangers, and wanted Harry to be top dog. And he wanted a Mom, very much And it adds trailing number, and also takes off spaces, and once in a while it echoes entire blocks. I should read it once again after cut-paste-save...I know but I am lazy. If you see such errors, please let me know,

•●◊Introductions and Plans ◊●•

The M Word

Harry was cold and shivering. Same with Draco as Lucius remarked.

"Son, are you cold? Mipzy please bring some wraps for the children, and hot chocolate, and then we go out to play, maybe a pony ride?"

Mimi said, "I will wait for Uncle Dolfy."

"Who told you that is his name?" Rabastan asked. Dolfy was his name for Rodolphus until he went to Hogwarts.

"Yo did, you silly." Silly was one her new favorite words, and it was driving her parents and Remus insane, that and also with the 'dear' business.

Rabastan shook his head," No, no." He hadn't told her anything. She was truly a little witch, and she reminded her of his first love. He needed to figure out their true connection with Jeanie. What if she was still the one?

"Oh, Oh," Mimi said, back in pixie mode.

She crawled to Rodolphus, and tapped him not twice but three times, and then touched his forehead, copying her parents. "Not hot anymore, wake up sleepy head."

And he woke up. He was sure he had died because he felt better than since he had married Bellatrix. He had done as commanded by his Dark Lord, not his Lord any longer. He now understood, the Dark Lord had helped Bella to keep him under a spell.

Ah, there was a little angel sitting on his pillow, just by his face. She was lovely, a miniature, not possible... a tiny Tante Mathilde with the same large doe eyes and amazing big hair. He laughed, and Jeanie nearly melted.

Oh God, he was more beautiful than Lucius if that were possible. Grant noticed her expression and pressed his lips tight.

"And who might you be? Are you a little angel, cannot be, you are kind of young." He smirked and poked her belly playfully.

At once, Draco tried to get down. Even though Mommy had told him that he was his uncle, he still wanted to be by Mimi. He was finding out that he didn't like Mimi touching any Wizards, young or old. It made his head hurt and made him very itchy. He would investigate this 'uncle.'

Harry had no interest to go anywhere. He was snuggled by Jeanie who was rubbing his head and holding him tight. He was exactly where he wanted to be, with his own mommy. He knew the Lady at night was going to be very happy, he was.

"I am your Healer Pixie, but really I am Mimi Granger, a little girl witch." She batted her eyelashes, smiled coyly, and played with the hem of her skirt.

"You are prettier than Daddy Liushius, maybe." She stretched her fingers and gingerly touched his short beard. "You have hairs in the face." She made a scrunched face, "Use my daddy's cutter to get'em off."

And she remembered, "Did you know Uncle Serius has fleas? They bit my mummy with big love bites. He needs a kitty collar. Do you have fleas?"

Sirus let out a giant guffaw; and Rodolphus looked at Sirius, wondering if he were already after the witches in this home, and laughed at the comments. "An angel with a woman's mouth, one would have to expect that paradise would have its glitches. Pleased to meet you Healer Pixie, I guess I owe you my life; your help will be repaid with my own life if needed, at your service."

He was remembering the children walking inside of him, what a strange sensation, where were the other tykes? Serpens the grandfather had been there with them, and something foul, something that had Bella written all over. He was sure that it waited to come back in. He trembled and looked around.

Serpens was sitting by Thallia. He had seen evil closer than he cared. Now, he felt healed, not only from the sadness but from the arthritis in his knee and fingers gone; it all seemed to be gone. In his opinion, the little wizards and the witch should stay away from this for a while. It had been too much for them. He was going to tell Lucius to extract that memory from them. They didn't need it. Albeit he didn't realize that the memory was gone, they had forgotten all the scary parts. A self-healing as they would later find out.

The elves were looking at the children while they chattered in their tongue. They had brought cookies, and hot chocolate. Draco decided to eat before coming to Rodolphus. Then armed with several cookies, jumped on the bed, and without further ado, he laid his head on the wizard's shoulder, and started feeding him little chunks of cookies as if he were an owl.

"Uncle Dolfy open up you needs it, they are good for you."

His uncle complied, and Draco got the bed full of crumbs. Rodolphus thought he was in heaven with Mimi finger combing his long hair, and Draco feeding him cookies.

Rodolphus looked around, and saw Rabastan approaching. When he reached the bed, he sat by the side where Mimi sat on the pillow and hugged him. Mimi joined the hug as did Draco. Then she moved forward and kissed Rabastan's cheek.

Finally, the children jumped down the bed.

"The little witch looks like your long lost love, you remember?" Rab smiled, and then Rodolphus pointed to Jeanie.

"You do like Aunt Mathilde, Rab what is going on here?" He first addressed Jeanie, and he looked at everyone in the room. He recognized Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, then the Malfoys, and the three children. What was going on? And who was the tall blond German or was it a Swede wizard? He looked very familiar. He had seen him or his picture, but where?

Rab laughed and started updating his brother who kept shaking his head in amazement. He asked Rab at least a couple time if they were alive, and Rab would laugh like he hadn't in six years. He would also stare at Cissy once in a while, and she would smile sweetly in return.

Muctis was happy and sad. He understood that whatever had happened had to remain a secret, for now, and for the children's sake. And no more healing sessions, not unless they would volunteer, on their own, this had been too dangerous. It had been plain irresponsible now that he thought about it. A shiver went down his spine; this could have gone many other ways.

Lucius was happy that it had turned out well; however, he would never risk the Pixies like this, never again. They needed to get some fresh air, run outside with the dogs, and be children again. He did not want to ever expose them to such darkness. The other adults agreed, even Rabastan, but he was happy to have his brother again. And the children were no worse for wear. As far as Rodolphus went, he was a good friend. A friend, as long as he kept his roving eyes and other body parts away from his mate.

Harry expressed his wishes, he was tired, and just wanted to stay with Jeanie, she was more than glad to do that. Grant looked at his wife, he loved her, and her big heart and he thanked Harry's parents for letting have their child. Sirius had caught Harry and Jeanie and started to worry that Harry might have made up his mind. He wanted Harry as his son, and was seeing the hope dissipate, maybe he was wrong.

Rodolphus hoped the ordeal was over, but with Bellatrix, he had his doubts. She was evil when and that would not change

•●◊An invitation and the M word◊●•

Albeit Sirius didn't know this Lucius, Remus had learned a little about him. He was a different wizard at home, and if he welcomed you into his home, he was totally different. It was hard to believe, because this feeling of fellowship and wellbeing, he had only experienced a few times before at Charlus Potter's home. The children were the future, Harry was the catalyst, and surely his little cousin was also, but the Pixie Witch... she was something special.

Once in a while, he could feel Severus piercing eyes on him. His eyes did not feel angry, rather full of longing. He needed to apologize to Severus for being so nasty to him. Remus caught him looking towards Severus a couple of times, and he rolled his eyes, what an arse.

"Moony, what ails you? What is the meaning of your rolling eyes?" Remus just shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer.

Rodolphus was still thankful. He was sure that he had been under a very dark spell, and it was Bellatrix's. The summer they had taken the Dark Mark, when he was happy to serve the Dark Lord, that is when it happened. He had refused her, and she had put him under some sort of enchantment, and if not mistaken, the pixie and her knights had just broken the power that Bella had over him.

"Everyone, it is 9:42, and we are all invited for tea and to dine at my father's home. He has extended the invitation to everyone who is up to coming." Grant said aloud and left the room. He had Harry on his arms and already asleep. Remus followed to help with his wards.

"I suggest the ones just treated by our pixies rest and sleep. Lunch will be brought to you, and suitable clothes. Rab, Dolphus, the dress code today is Muggle, ahem, attire. Axel will be helping you dress."

At the word Muggle, both Rab and Rodolphus exchanged confused looks. Lucius saw them as did Sirius.

Sirius blood boiled, Death Eaters, their kid saved you, ungrateful wretches. He thought.

Lucius was livid, he felt anger at their reactions. "Sirius," he spoke between clenched teeth, "you better leave, I need to straighten out my in-laws."

"I would like to stay, it concerns me as well." Sirius stated with a strained voice. Lucius could tell gauging by his reaction that Sirius was unhappy.

"Sure, stay, I think it is a good idea," Lucius agreed. If they had a problem they were welcome to leave, but leave straight for Azkaban and Obliviated, he would not endanger his son, never. And they better don't say the M word at his home. And if they did, it better only be once. Lucius was getting angrier thinking about it.

~*~A pixie's light mark, a snake with lipstick~*~

Lucius decided to grab the bull by the horns, "Before anyone says one word, I will make this perfectly clear: I will not tolerate the word Mudblood around my family or at this home, or for that matter, at any of my homes." He moved closer to Rodolphus' bed.

"Furthermore, there won't be any disrespect to my in-laws' family. Grant is my brother as far as I am concerned, in every aspect. You can go back to rot your arses in Azkaban, if you don't pass a Veritaserum interrogation to be administered to you within one hour." He wouldn't take his eyes away from the brothers, assesing their reactions.

"I will make sure you are Obliviated. You can take the healing with you. The one that very generous, Muggleborn parents allowed their talented little daughter to perform on you; probably at a great risk to her." Lucius stopped talking and looked at them firmly. His eyes were no longer friendly; the hand had gone in his pocket to reach for his wand. He knew both brothers were powerful wandless Wizards.

Sirius could not believe what he was hearing. He felt eyes on him, and looked around, it was Severus. He stood by the door wand ready in front of him. When he caught his eyes, Severus' eyes were warm and wanting; his heart nearly stopped when the tall, pale wizard bit his top lip followed by his trembling bottom lip, and he licked it and briefly closed his eyes as if in ecstasy.

Fuck, what was Severus doing? His breath hitched and a frisson of desire travelled from his eyes, to his brain, through his blood, and lit a small light that failed to jump start him, he was too weak. The time with the Pixies had healed many of his emotional wounds; however, he still wasn't ready to be in an open relation with Severus. They needed a witch in the mix. He was a bit sad and frustrated, life was so complicated. Sighing he turned his face towards Lucius.

He just missed Severus' lips upturning into a smile. Lucius was talking.

"The Dark Lord, the one who marked us." He rolled his sleeve up to illustrate the next statement, and, suddenly, his face's expression transformed.

His eyes opened, and he let out a loud joyful guffaw. His eyes were tearing from laughing so hard. And with the same suddenness, he stopped.

"Bollocks, this presents a new problem." He said aloud.

"Before I continue, Severus, yes, I know you are behind, Rodolphus and Rabastan, please roll up your sleeves, and let's start with you Severus, tell me what you see."

They all did the same and laughter bubbled up. But Severus was the first one to quit. "Holy shit, if he comes back this would be a problem, or better when he comes back, it will."

Lucius agreed, "Yes," 'It' would be a problem.

Sirius asked, "Let me see. I don't have one of them." He approached Lucius.

The Dark Mark, was neither red, nor black, it was a light shade of grey with dabs of loud primary colors.

It was as if a child had applied color to an already made picture. The best way to describe the change was simple: the mark had been made non-threatening, nearly faded, and well, the snake was much smaller, had long curly eyelashes and it appeared as if it had lipstick, red. And in the mouth, it carried an apple. Sirius had not idea what the apple was all about, but Severus did. "A Muggle religious story, another time." And left it at that.

And instead of a skull there was a ghost sheet with two circles for the eyes, a Muggle child's vision a ghost. The mark was neither raised, nor did it have dark magic around it. It actually gave you a nice, warm, and fuzzy feeling.

The marks across the snake, oh Merlin, Pixies, was written in crude, thanks to the gods, tiny lettering, the "e" backwards, and three small initials, you guessed, D, H, H, shaky and poorly done. But the lettering was so small it hardly mattered, considering all the other changes.

The healing magic had not been able to erase the Dark Mark. Nothing could, it was the fact of being made with such dark magic, but the healing magic had changed it into something innocuous. The snake was shaped as double S. A name for his group was being born from the silly symbol. Since it was not raised, it would be easy to cover.

When Sirius ran his finger over Lucius', Sirius, Severus, Rabastan and Rodolphus, raised their eyebrows as if in surprise. Sirius' finger was glowing, and a feeling of contentment and peace shot through Sirius and the marked wizards' veins. The rest was too funny and different, the snakes batted the eyelashes, and the ghost's eyes glowed. Yes, all were children's ideas.

Thinking about it, the call of the Dark Lord was a virtual signal transmitted across space, in order to activate the mark, so it would burn painfully. The dark mark would change from red into black; it acquired form becoming nearly alive.

As far as the pixies' mark, once activated, the snake flirted and slithered slightly, while the apple turned green and the ghost...its robes would barely undulate. If someone touched a mark, the one that touched it and the ones bearing the same mark, received a feeling of well being, ingenious. They would need to experiment with it.

"I'll be damned," exclaimed Sirius, "I want one of them;" kiddingly he raised his sleeve and smiled. No, he did not have a snake, but he had several tattoos, and one had changed to Pixies, HDH, with a small heart, and after he touched it, nothing. Oh, well. He really wished for a dark mark, or better yet, for a mark like theirs. Maybe, why not?

Lucius looked at the brothers who were still laughing like children. It seemed as a terrible weight had been lifted from both of the dark wizards.

"I guess you will miss your master's marks?" Lucius tentatively inquired.

"Not at all, I still think I am dead. And, I am convinced this is someone's idea of a heaven. Let me be happy. I have regretted the mark every day. My father Martin told me not to get it. It was my father, his brother's father He is older and had gone to Hogwarts with Tom; my mother would not let him take the mark, although he had been part of the Knights." Rodolphus looked somewhat upset as he related his memories

"As for me, I am collateral damage. I was forced by Rodolphus, or better by his lovely dear. I didn't even want to be in the same room with her. She isn't coming later, is she?" Rabastan sounded bitter and rather concerned.

Rodolphus blushed, "He is right, Father Martin told us both to stay away. But the pull of the power was too much for us. I wanted to have more Magic, to be a Master of the land; which made me an easy target. I am not convinced stronger magic is all dark. We make it dark, or we can call powers that we cannot harness. The later is absolute stupidity." He paused, and reached for Rabastan's hand. He needed the warmth of a human. He still felt quite weak.

"Rab, in answer to your concern about Bella, if she is coming I won't be here." Lucius answered in a soft voice.

Sirius' eyebrow went up, were the brothers weird? Why was Rabastan kissing his bother's head and caressing his hand? Lucius caught his look and shook his head smirking. If anyone dared to call the Lestrange brothers gay or whatever, good luck to the idiot. They were extremely close; the entire family was like that. They were strange, hence their last name which said it all.

"Muggles killed la tante Mathilde et les grands-oncles Marcel et Ettiene, I hated the scum. As it turned out, they were killed by our own Death Eaters. They actually had come after Father Martin, and once finished with mon père, would be going by the Tante Tillie's home in Normandy. Mes deux pères et ma mère, along with us two, and our cousins Birgit and Ettiene, had gone that day for an outing to Muelhouse, to visit friends."

They spoke their version of French-English without bating an eye. Lucius recalled how it drove Bellatrix mad to distraction. Anything triggered the beautiful-dark-witch's rage. "You are in bloody England, you were born here, for Merlin's sake, English is the language we speak. You Rab, you are just a fucking ponce, quit touching my husband, disgusting."

Rodolphus paused, his mouth was parched, "Cher frère, un peu d'eau," Rabastan, stretched his hand, "Accio l'eau," and helped him to drink the water he had requested.

Sirius was fascinated seeing at the brothers' seamless integration of French words into their English speech, and most of all, was in awe at the filial love between the two feared dark wizards. He wished to have been just so with his brother Regulus, maybe he would still be alive.

He continued, "Pardonnez moi, mes amies, Je suis très assoiffé, totally parched. Mes oncles refused to join Voldemort, and he wanted their financial backing, and he knew that my Père Martin was advising them." He took another sip of water; it was obvious that this was a difficult subject.

"They were very rich, no children, their three sons were killed during the Muggle Great War. They left all their money to their 10 nephews and nieces, and also to her nieces the other half was left in trust for the children's children. And the kicker, la Tante Mathilde was half-Muggle, imagine that. The Dark Lord could care less; he kissed up to them to no avail. Lucius, you might be rich, but they had holdings beyond all our dreams." He drank some more water.

"Suffice to say, we are all millionaires many times over. I am telling you that so you can understand what was the Dark Lord's intent. What he wanted the most was the use of their multiple residences all over the world, and their gold. But they refused him time after time. Tante Mathilde knew the man was a monster and was afraid for her Muggle kin; by the way her nieces are also very, very rich, as well. Draco is marrying well. "

Lucius shrugged his shoulders, it didn't matter, at least not now.

"So why did you stay and committed so many vicious and senseless criminal acts? I think you're lying. You tortured the Longbottoms until their minds left them. You probably helped them to kill the Potters, and Harry just healed your arse. Even after you killed and tortured some of my friends." Sirius mind was more coherent, the haze nearly behind him, and he was getting angry.

"They didn't, they were manipulated by Bella." Lucius and Severus said at the same time.

"Bella was torturing Rab all the time, if I would not do what she wanted, she would hurt him more. We were under an Imperium most of the time, at least I was, and she would torture Rab every time I said no, and even when I said yes. She committed abominations against Rab. I am sorry mon frère." Rabastan just held his hand tighter and kissed it but his olive skin had turned ashen. Lucius had seen some of it in the pensive.

"It was strange. One day I hated her, I had since the day I first met her, the summer when we met the Black sisters." His voice was choked with emotion.

Lucius' clenched his teeth and felt his claws growing; a soft hiss left his lips. He called for restrain, oh, Merlin, this happened long ago. Cissy is mine. He repeated the mantra until the claws retreated.

Sirius and Severus were looking at him strangely. He didn't know but his features were becoming sharper and his hair fuller.

Lestrange continued, "Yes, hated her one day, and the next day, I could not keep my hands away from her body. All I wanted was to fuck her all day long. My parents all knew that I was under some dark enchantment, but I would not heed to anyone's advice. I was a possessed man, I was under Bella's and the Dark-Lord's power. I heard them talk about it more than once. Today, now, I only feel the hate." He tried to stand up, but his body fell backwards.

"You can tell me all later. If you want my vow to follow you, I will do it without any explanations. Whatever you are doing, include me. I want to be part of it. I want revenge; it is as if a veil has been removed, and I can see again. Tell me what you need, where you want me to go, and it is done. Just keep me away from the dark bitch. She is your sister, but I want no part of her. The little witch and her kin can be Muggle, and she is still amazing, I don't know why I was that way, I am not anymore. You can count on me." He was sweating from the effort. Although basically cured, they all needed time for the healing to continue its process.

"Yes, count me in; but only as long as Bellatrix stays away from me, if Muggles are like my tiny enchantress, I cannot wait to get one of my own. Certainly I would rather be around them than around those like Bellatrix." Rodolphus concluded.

Rabastan second; and Severus and Sirius did the same. Hasty and temporary loyalty and secrecy vows were made for the meantime.

They talked for a while longer. Dolphus was still too weak to go to the Grangers and stayed behind with Muctis. He was in the worse shape of them all, only skin and bones. He was asleep by the time they left the room.

His face was serene while dreaming of a day log ago. The day they got in trouble when he had used a real bonding spell with the one Rabastan had chosen. In his dreams, Rabastan's chosen bride looked like his new mistress, the little enchantress. Although he was dreaming, he hoped that it was true.

xox

a/n there are now several changes from the original story, not bad, will make it flow better.