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A/n hopefully you are all enjoying the story since I never hear from anyone. As I said before, I will continue to write here as long as I see interest. Remember that when I reach chapter 62, the story will be published under the orginal Malfoy and Mates.

I will not abandon this site, but I am moving some of the stories. At present I am concentrating my efforts into the work I am publishing. Thanks to Nacf for helping me here.

Rose strikes Again

The evening had been exhausting. Elly had moved the children into her room for the night, well until Frankie demanded to go for a 'sleep over' with the Pixies. Remus obliged and came back to sleep in the receiving room in her suite. He felt protective of his new family.

Elly made a choice. She was taking a sabbatical and accepting Serpens invitation extended to her and her family. She planned to tell Remus the next day.

After Severus left, the informal atmosphere continued. Lucius called the wizards and Grant into the room. They would update Severus later.

Serpens and Thalia had gone riding on the grounds. The Grangers had a great stable, and they both enjoyed the time outdoors.

They had invited the younger crowd, but the single wizards and witches wanted to talk, and the couples wanted to be around their children.

As for Lucius, he didn't want to let Draco or Hermione out of his sight.

He knew who the voice belonged to, and he was concerned not knowing how long before the monster made a comeback. There would never be enough time to be prepared, and they needed to start. Besides there was the other concern about the other children. He had felt the tendrils of evil reaching. 'It,' wanted all of them.

"I think we should meet at the Manor. Moody should attend and perhaps we could have Arthur come in." Lucius suggested.

"Arthur might not be a good idea at this time. Molly is all alert and she will be suspicious. I don't trust her." Remus looked at Lucius.

"Point well taken, however, we need to talk about the future and our mutual front. I think the voice was the Dark Lord's, and if he is lurking out there, we must get ready. We need to prepare and must find Pettigrew."

There he had said it; the voice was Voldemort's. There was no point denying it, or skewing the issue.

At Pettigrew's mention, Sirius was alert and his skin paled. He wanted to kill the rat, and he knew Remus shared his feelings. There was no forgiveness left for Peter Pettigrew, he had, intentionally, killed a bother and framed another brother for his crimes.

Remus wondered what progress Arthur had made in locating the rodent.

"If that is the case, let's wait until tomorrow, and maybe Moody can bring him along without raising any suspicions. He can tell us about his efforts to find Wormtail. Perhaps, we should check into shops where they sell pets?"

While they were talking, a car drove in. The hunting dogs that usually stayed outside during nice weather were barking, and soon enough the five pack and the wolf hounds joined. Efforts to quiet them down were futile.

Marguerite called everyone's attention, "I am going to close the door to this room. I have a disagreeable feeling albeit I have no idea who has arrived. Please try to be quiet." It just was wishful thinking, they all knew the children. Being quiet was something too hard for them.

Lucius casted a silencing charm over the room, and they all played with the children to keep them happy. Remus, always cautious, stood by door eavesdropping.

"Darling, how about obscuring the windows. They are rather low and invite someone to look in." Charlotte asked Kelly.

"I will do better," Lucius said and conjured a charm to make the room appear empty.

"Said and done," afterwards Lucius stood by window; right on time to see a man scurrying around taking pictures with something that shone a bright light.

"A flash," explained Kelly who had stood up to look. Lucius still didn't understand and shrugged his shoulders. Kelly was still star struck with Lucius; they all were. He had to be the most beautiful man that she had ever seen. Well, she was no longer sure. Rabastan might be ahead by just a little, hmm, nevermind maybe Rodolphus? Funny, she used to think that the Granger brothers were the most beautiful ever. Oh dear, maybe they were.

A Rose by any other name is Miss Rose

Remus looked at Elly and noticed how her short curly hair was crackling in anger. She knew about her brother and the horrible nurse, and he suspected this was related to her. The fact that they were finally relaxing, and someone was invading their private space was too much. Elly was sure that Rose had bamboozled her way through the gate. Her parents had probably not warned the gate guard.

Of course it was the photographer; Reverend Phillips' brother had snuck around the house to take photographs. With all the events during the last days, they had forgotten about the non-magical, yet equally problematic threat, Miss Rose. Lucius remembered that she might be involved with Rita Skeeter, what a pest.

Remus was controlling Moony, although with not much success. Moony adored the little witch; he considered Draco and Hermione as part of his pack, and nobody messed with his cubs. Besides, he thought Rose stunk of dirty laundry. Moony's words not Remus'.

The little witch had reminded Moony of a small wolf since day one. Are you sure she is not a pup? The cousins might be too. I think they are. They sure smell like pups. Honestly, he no longer knew, but how?

Jeanie and Grant were immediately protective of Hermione. It was unfortunate that the horrible woman, and, it would seem, Reverend Phillip and a couple more ladies from the parish, had found their way inside the house. They all heard the door close, and Marguerite asking them to leave. What was going on?

They were standing a few meters from the family drawing room where everyone was gathered. Grant knew that his mother was far too polite, and Rose had pushed her way in. Their voices were carrying since they were talking a bit loud.

"We have a petition from the church members. They want a formal investigation conducted about the past of your family, and we are planning to file it. They know about your grandchild, the little devil's spawn," yes indeed, it was Miss Rose.

Of course Hermione heard it and ran to her father. "Daddy, is that nasty Miss Rose, she is coming to get me. The devil is here."

Hermione was being irrational, but it was no wonder, they had been through so much. Her body was shaking, and her hands were extremely cold. At Rose's remarks the tempers were flying.

It was good that neither Lestrange brothers nor Sirius had a wand yet. If they have had, the outcome of this day might have been quite different. The three hotheads wanted to spill blood.

"I must have a wand. They need to die. Enough is enough!" Sirius muttered.

The brothers couldn't stand to see their Healer Pixie upset. They were Hermione's forever Dark Knights. "They must be eliminated," Rabastan whispered, all who heard agreed

Hermione seemed very upset, even after her auntie Kelly one of her favorite people, had come and picked her up. She wanted down and wanted her daddy to pick her up, "Daddy, pick me up, the demons are here, and Miss Rose says I'm one." She was shaking, which made Moony ready to attack, maim and kill.

Paul had already left the room by a side entrance; they could hear him from the room. He wanted to help his wife. Guy didn't know what to do, although the idea of murder was also crossing his mind. They could disappear the bodies., He was making plans.

"Dear, I think our unexpected guests are ready to leave, let me accompany them to the door." Paul was speaking forceful when several voices and sounds started at the same time.

"Absolutely not, you won't do that at my home. Leave immediately," Paul sounded rather upset. His voice was agitated, and Reverend Phillips was muttering some nonsense.

In their own accord, Grant, Jeanie and Remus went out by the side entrance; they asked Lucius and the other wizards to stay in the room. Hermione was kicking when Grant passed her to Kelly again, but she was quiet once her grandfather Guy picked her up. She wanted tall men to protect her. She huddled on his chest. Guy already knew where to dispose of the bodies.

He sat with her and whispered soothing noises while he rubbed her back. Her slight body was covered with cold sweat. Her skin felt clammy, and she was not doing well at all. Guy later told everyone that her body was trembling, and you could hear her heart beating rather hard. She had reverted to thumb sucking, and others could see her shivering.

They all could see her hair flying around Hermione. Her Grandmother sat by them, and they were both rubbing her back. For the wizards who had been healed by the Pixies, it was particularly difficult, thus, magic anger flew around the room.

Guy was a quiet and law abiding man, but his goodwill wasn't working. As a matter of fact, he wanted to take a gun and silence the evil woman once and for all. During the war, he had learned that some individuals thrive in the misery and pain of others; and Rose was one of them. Those needed to be killed, it was the only way.

Draco didn't like to see Hermione upset, but he had lived through too much during the last days, he ran to his mother who sat him on her lap. He put his thumb in his mouth, and put his head on his mother's chest.

Charlotte gathered Harry, who was also trembling. He was afraid of adults screaming. Although he felt a lot better, some fear remained; it was something he would overcome with time and love.

Charlotte was also a lively and friendly witch, but not at the present moment. Why was not someone calling the constable, or why were not these wizards dealing with her?

Grant, Jeanie and Remus had reached the hallway. The scene waiting in front of them was surreal; they would have laughed if Paul would not have been so upset. Grant was most definitely not laughing. He was very angry.

Reverend Phillips and a deacon woman were conducting an active ritual to get the house cleansed from the unholy spirits, whose energies were sure to inhabit this house. Miss Rose was muttering some nonsense; Grant heard her calling his mother a Kraut between her teeth, and his daughter a damned evil witch. He had to control the boiling anger raging inside.

Marguerite was crying still worn out from the past days. Paul appeared quite flushed, while he tried to wrestle the crucifix and holy-water from Phillips. The deacon woman had incense in a hanging basket, and Rose was sneaking towards the closed door.

Elly had Frankie on her lap, and he had damp pants; the old fears and pain renewed and alive in her heart.

"Come here, the demon child must be hidden here, the parents just came out the side door." She was calling the second woman.

Something snapped inside of Grant. He covered the distance between him and her, in an impossibly short amount of time. He did something that he had done before, but he was never sure how he would get there. He just wished to be on another location and found himself there. He thought it as some body phenomena; it wasn't Apparation, he could just will his body to move extraordinarily fast, at least that is what he believed. 'It' was an extraordinary gift. That is what it was.

"Witchcraft! He is also a demon," the foolish woman screamed. Before they left, they would all be Obliviated of this fact.

He jumped on Miss Rose and held her by her arms. "You horrible woman! Out. Out of our house. If you ever dare to come around again, you will find yourself behind bars. The only demon here is you. OUT!"

Meanwhile Remus had pushed Phillips outside. He had remembered the scary man that made him wet his pants. He had been emboldened today because his brother was taking pictures outside, and the deacons were in here with him. He was brave until he saw the extra-angry man who sounded as if he were growling. Without being told twice, he quickly retreated, leaving his gear behind.

In the middle of the melee nobody saw Paul when he dropped to the ground, said clutching at his chest. Jeanie, the first to realize it, ran to him. The front door was opened from the outside. Mr. Jones was holding Phillips' brother, and a camera with the film holder opened.

"I found this vermin— Dear…Lord…Sir, someone call an ambulance. I will escort them to the gate. Out, out with the entire lot of you. I will make sure they aren't allowed again."

Rose was screaming all type of nasty things, and Grant put his hand across her mouth, "You close that filthy mouth, or you might find all your teeth broken."

The deacon woman and her companion kept spraying holy water and dangling the incense. Remus knocked it out their hands with anger, "Are you two deaf, or what? Out with the two of you," unceremoniously, he grabbed them by their arms and pushed them outside. He ran back to Paul.

As soon as the front door closed, the adults came to help. Guy was already tending to his best friend, "Call an ambulance now. Bring my briefcase from the car."

Mr. Jones held hem until someone came outside to take care of them.

Now it was the tiny Pixies' turn to make a show for a good cause.

With the intruders out, all the attention was concentrated on Paul.

The doors to the drawing room were open, and Elly and Maddy came rushing out, and in the midst of the confusion the children came out as well.

Marguerite was crying and very upset, her beloved was dying because she had allowed the monsters into their home.

"I think we should bring him to St Mungo's, or at least let me call Muctis. We have techniques that might help." Lucius suggested, he didn't trust Muggle healing places. He had heard about them. Paul was a magical being, without training but one nevertheless. Besides, his trust for things Muggle had just taken a nose dive.

Nobody was paying attention to the three little ones standing to the side, not until they heard, "I, Mimi, the Healer Pixie, wants to call the Healer Pixies Light and Shadu."

What they saw in the next few minutes, nobody would ever forget. Grant, Jeanie, and Lucius went around telling everyone to be still. They resigned themselves to their performance. Paul was losing the battle, and this was healing of the body.

Elly remembered the bit about the Healer Pixies. Remus hadn't been teasing her. She paid attention. Remus stood by her side and held her hand.

They went through the stances, the tapping of the forehead, and Paul immediately relaxed. Guy wanted to stop them, when he felt Grant holding him back.

It all went the same as during the ceremonies before, except that Frankie stood next to Draco, and put his hand on his shoulder. There was light shimmering around all of them. Their healing powers could be felt by each one of them.

Hermione repeated the, "Ai, ao, blue, gold, and white, erase all hurt away. Ai, ao, white, gold, and blue, silver, water and gold, happiness, love, and blood, and so Mote it be." She made symbols over him with both hands. Draco repeated the words with her as well, he had also memorized them; Harry also did the same and Frankie was soon repeating after them.

What was more fascinating to the adults, who had already seen the children, was the change in Paul's skin color. The lips no longer blue, but were returning to normal color, his breathing came easier, now, and the hands were away from the chest.

The children's hairs were crackling with magic. The little witch's hair was alive, the curls flying, and the boys' hair stood and moved. The pack of small dogs stood around them, as a guard force. This was a display of a high form of magic, one that was healing even the dogs. The wolf-hounds stood watching, ready to protect them..

Needless to say the pride in all the family members was palpable. The aunties wished for children just like them. Rabastan, now more than before, wanted to be part of this amazing family, same for Remus. Sirius was also making his bid. Both Lestrange brothers started to understand they were really part of something bigger than them. His father was right, all happened for a reason. In their case, they now believed that they were there to guard the children.

The children continued the ritual as before, hand symbols and a shower of blue and gold lights kept falling upon all of them. As they did, Elly felt the pain of losing Evan released and gone. She still loved him, but the sting was gone. She felt a cool kiss on her cheek, but didn't hear his words, "I will soon be back, you have made it possible, Mommy."

Marguerite felt at peace for the first time of her life, the sorrow and guilt from being the only survivor eased up. She had been granted a chance so she could make the birth of such powerful children possible. Maybe some of the sins of her father could be pardoned by the good deeds of his descendants.

This time Hermione didn't touch the head to pull a nasty lump. They all found that odd. Instead she tapped Paul's chest and a small clot of blood rose from his chest and evaporated in the air. It was as if she could see where the real damage was at.

Then did she touch her grandfather's ear and pulled. But only a small string came out, which could have been a grey shoe lace; same came out the ear that Draco was in charge of. Harry just smashed them with his shoe, and Remus grabbed a glass vase, zapped it, and sealed it with his wand. It was a bug of the size of a gnat. He shrunk it and put it inside of his front pocket.

There was perfect silence until Paul opened his eyes, "That was a good nap, what am I doing here, what is everyone—," he remembered and asked "What is going on?"

The children had already run back to the room with the dogs running behind. As healings went, that had been routine. Nothing to it. The adults were speechless. His wife and children ran to him, to kiss him and to hug him. They helped him stand up, "I am fine, let me get up, I am not an invalid." He hadn't felt this well in twenty years.

Everyone went back into the drawing room. Not a word came from any of the adults who had never seen this before. Lucius pulled them to the side to explain the procedure. Elly was giggling. After the scare, she remembered Remus and his bit about the Pixies. He had been right.

She saw that Frankie, with a wet seat, had joined the merry little band. It was unbelievable. Evie had slept through the entire incident. She laughed when she noticed the poor Pixies all had 'accidents,' it really had been a lot for them.

For Frankie, all had been a game. Draco was explaining to him about the Pixies. "You don't got a name. Healer Pixie gives the names, but you can be Shadu's, and Lit's helper, okay?"

Narcissa had heard that and smiled; he was a Malfoy, hiring a helper, and he would take all the credit.

No, Frankie was too astute, "Okay. Till Mimi gives me a name," he waited.

Draco shrugged his shoulders; he was thinking that Mimi might forget. "Okay."

Hermione ran to Grant." What's Miss Rose doing here? I'm afeared," she had remembered and was trembling again. "Are the demons here? Are they coming to get me?"

"Miss Rose won't bother you again." Grant was thinking of the conversation that Lucius had started.

And he knew that Lucius had been correct. They had enemies that needed to be dealt with. The magical and the non-magical ones. Rose was dangerous enough. She had nearly caused his father's death and would not get away with impunity.

He wished that he could put the sorry woman down, as the rabid beast that she was. Then there was the bigger issue, she had come with several other ones just like her. Maybe Lucius had some logic for his hate for the non-magical beings; and Grant no longer knew what to think. Rose couldn't have chosen a worse day to make a show. As far as he could gauge, she might have signed her death warrant.

"You said that' fore," Hermione said as she looked at her father straight on, and he knew that she was right.

"Yes, I know, and sometimes your father might make promises he cannot keep. The reason is that I cannot control her. She can do whatever she wants to, however, I will try harder to make her leave you alone. Is that fine with you pumpkin?"

Grant held the little witch to his chest. He loved his daughter so very much, and felt frustrated at his inability to stop the horrible woman from intruding into their lives. Lucius had been right; this was a war and must be fought like one. They had to get rid of her. In a war there were casualties. He could live with that.

Marguerite wished that she could tell her father about his great-grandchild. How powerful and how good she was. It might bring him some solace to know that his mark in the world wasn't all dark, and how his great-grandchildren promised hope. What she had seen today, she would treasure until the day she died. The thought that the children could had been lost to the dark greatly pained her.

Draco, Harry and Frankie were chasing the dogs. The oldest of the pack, was no longer limping. Everyone had received a blessing from the healer pixies. Paul had been told about the healing and wished that he could have seen it. Further tests would reveal that he had not suffered any cardiac damage, and was told that he was extremely healthy. He knew otherwise. Later, he was shown a pensive, and he asked for a copy.

Sirius was re-assessing his defense of Muggles in general. To be sure, there were some rotten eggs amongst the Muggles. Rose was the other side of the coin of his family, just about the same mentality. If there were lots of Muggles like her, magical beings were in danger, and it was important to keep their cover.

Maybe Lucius was right. There wasn't dark or light, there was moderation. And there were a lot more Muggles than Magical beings; hence the need for exercising caution was imperative. They were all learning, and not all was good.

a/n Reigious fanatics are alive and well. For those who think people like Rose are in the past, read the news. And to be sure, there are those working for the dark disguised as agentsmif good. Those types are always there. I actually believe in moderation, it is the best way. Let me hear from you. Have not heard from anyone in a bit.