A/N: sorry I'll be good and come back now

Title: Primal

Disclaimer: I do not own J.K Rowling, I'm just sick with rabid fangirl syndrome

Warning: This contains Yaoi, Mpreg, possessive Draco/Submissive Harry and some very graphic language. So no likey, no readie; no one's forcing you.

Chapter 9

Lady

Two men strode into St. Mungos early the very same morning. A few staff members passed by them with only a brief glance in their direction. Both men were average looking, one having short dark brown hair and plain features and the other long dirty blond hair tied in a tight ponytail. Dressed in casual robes, standard fashion for English wizard men, they walked towards the reception desk and stopped to address the women sitting behind it. She looked young, with pixie blond hair and baby blue eyes, dressed in a pink medi nurse uniform.

"Hello gentlemen, how may I help you today?" even her voice was bubbly, which cause the blond man to cringe internally. The brown haired man stepped up and gave her a small smile gaining her attention.

"Yes you may young lady, I and my friend are looking for my sister, who just this morning was admitted for a case of dragon pox, nasty disease that it is. Now you see, my sister is a bit of a regular patient to this fine establishment as she's a bit of a, how do the muggles term this Claude?"

"hypochondriac" replied the blond, which caused the young witch to look confused.

"Ah, yes that's it. It means that she has a habit of being a bit paranoid. Been this way for as long as I have known her, the poor dear. Which means her husband doesn't always have the time to run after his cautious wife. So here I am, taking the time off from work, to play the concerned brother." The brown haired wizard ended his explanation by giving her a pitiful look. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his friend making his way off into another hallway.

"Oh I'm so sorry, that sounds awful Mr.…"

"Quill, William Quill. My sister Elizabeth Bane, can be a handful, but she is the only family I have." His smile was small and this earned him a blush raising on her cheeks.

"I think I remember that named being registered today and I would be happy to show you to her room, Mr. Quill." She stood up with a file in her arms, and rounded the desk quickly.

"You really are a lovely dear, and I would be honored to have your company." They walked off down another hallway and a moment later the blond man reappeared. He made quick work of clearing the area with temporarily confound spells while they spoke, it would make the people that passed by think they went they wrong way. He strode towards the office located in the back and was quick to break into the cabinets he needed. There were too many files to take without it becoming suspicious, so he copied them, making sure to be careful. A buzz sounded in his wand which triggered his time being up, just as he walked back out of the room. He could hear voices coming again and sat down storing the folders in his jacket.

"….I really am sorry to waste your time miss Regina, I never would have thought she would just leave on her own, she usually waits for myself, or her husband, to come fetch her." William was walking back with the blond girl beside her, looking apologetic.

"It isn't your fault Mr. Quill, I volunteered to take you and I don't regret it, even if you think it was a wasted trip."

"If you're sure….I must be going than since my sister is now somewhere wandering around the city alone, it was an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance. It's just too bad you won't remember any of this." The medi nurse looked confused, then blank when a spell was cast towards her by the brown haired wizard standing very close to her.

"You never left your post, and you met two unremarkable men, though you can't remember what they look like. You weren't any help to them and they left." The wizard spoke calmly and watched as the girl repeated him then left. His friend joined him and they left the building.

"Charm a bit thick today, don't you think William?" The blond teased earning him a smirk.

"Envy of the talented, Claude?" The wizard lost his teasing smile and scowled instead.

"Doesn't take talent to be a whore, anyway I've got it. It wasn't many names, but this is only the first branch. I hope you've got enough charm for the next stop." They entered an ally and stood facing each other.

"It's not something that runs out easily" He disparate leaving the other to follow a moment later.

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Lord Voldemort sat at his desk looking over the reports he continuously received. He hadn't had a break since that night and wanted to finish the last of them before he had breakfast. He was finally getting news back from the numerous death eaters he sent throughout the world and the results were better than expected. The first part of his plan to finally end this war was to gather research of how the wizardly communities around differentiated in laws, blood status, treatment of magical creatures and so on. It varied from bad to good, depending on how far out of England the place was. It seemed that England was not as superior as his fellow man thought. Places like Asia had evolved with their muggle neighbors, and harbored technology, that actually worked with their magic. And Africa had a peace treaty with their magical creatures, and in fact attended school together. He went over all the achievements that they accomplished with some envy all night and it was only when light began to raise that he found what he was looking for. Even though each community possess their strengths, none of them had permanent allies. There wasn't any government establishments were they could meet to exchange ideas, create laws, or ally with each other. Their worlds were too isolated. This gave him exactly what he needed to gain a foothold with his side and he'd be a fool not to take it. Someone knocked at the door and his reaction was somewhat slow to answer.

Narcissa Malfoy graced his presence with all the nobility of a pureblood witch. She was quite the sight, her hair done up neatly with complicated twists, face flawless and outfit appropriate for a visit with someone of his rank. He waved his wand to summon some tea and was given a small smile in return.

"Lady Malfoy, I wasn't aware you would be visiting today." Tom stated folding his hands on the desk. She sat herself down smoothing out the non-existing wrinkles on her skirt.

"It wasn't the plan, my lord, however I find myself in a very delicate situation at the moment. My sister isn't too happy being sent away on the missions you've assigned her lately and saw fit to come and pay me a visit, last night. The very last place I want my clinically insane sibling, is in the very home I am now housing the suppose enemy of her lord. Bellatrix and I have never gotten along well as children and even now I barely tolerate her, yet she is still my family. My lord, what I ask, I do not ask easily of you. To you this would not be a lost and I would bare the knowledge of what is done, but it is different when I'm pleading with you to take these actions." Narcissia looked towards the older wizard with shine in her eyes, which she was quick to wipe away. The pause was long as tom thought over what was being asked. It's true, killing Bellatrix had been his plan for a while, but he held off because she was loyal and a very masterful duelist. He suppose, he had hope to find a way to keep her around, but it seemed that the women was as insane as he dreaded. He remembered in his more or less sane years the brown wild haired girl, who was so eager to please him. The passion and beauty she possess was ripped from her, leaving only a husk surviving on pure determination to kill.

"It will be done." He replied quietly and stood with Narcissa to follow her to the fireplace. She visibly sagged with gratitude than was quick to become the lady she was as she moved into the fire. He glanced at his work briefly than followed her.

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Another house elf was thrown at the wall, causing the creature to slide down leaving a trail of blood. It slowly clawed to its feet struggling to stand. The witch, Bellatrix, growled stalking towards the poor creature and held it up by its neck.

"Answer me you filthy thing, where is my sister!" She yelled throwing it at the other elf, who was forced to stay.

"We's be telling you My lady, she's be leaving and not telling us where." The smaller elf shook, terrified of the woman. They were ordered by their Mistress to not let the women leave the room, no matter what. She warned them they could be harmed but asked they try their best to withstand it. The witch reached for her wand and tried to throw a spell at them again but came up with the same results, nothing but sparks. In her rage she threw the wand at their heads and screamed.

"WHY WON"T MY MAGIC WORK!" Bellatrix grabbed at her tangled hair in frustration and managed to rip some out. The two elves cringed and watched as the witch continued with her self-destruction. For the past hour the witch only slept when their Mistress left but when she woke she demanded her sister then proceeded to abuse them. Fila, the smaller elf, was bleeding and her brother Billi had a broken arm, but they stayed. After a tense moment the witch grew quiet which frighten the two. She turned bloodshot eyes towards them then slowly started to walk their way. Billi knew that look in her eye and turned to his sister

"Get away Kili" He whispered looking back at the witch as she picked up a lamp. He heard her pop away without being told again then felt the lamp against his head and knew no more.

The witch looked down at the unconscious elf and tossed the lamp aside. She sneered at the creature feeling a small amount of killing intent leave her for the moment. Bellatrix knew she could have killed the thing but it was a wasted effort so she just knocked it out. She looked around the room for her wand, picking through the mess she created. The once beautiful yellow room, was now torn fabric and blood smattered. The witch found her wand under the elf, after she picked him up and tossed it aside, and held it up with glee.

"Now sister, what are you hiding?" She whispered stalking towards the door. She tried a few spells and was met with the same results as when the elves where present. Next brute force, but that only left the witch was a burned elbow. Bellatrix was about to start torturing the elf until she remember the Malfoy wards were triggered by blood, including the blood of the house elves. The ripped some cloth from the bed sheets and gathered some blood from the wall, then ran it slowly against the door. It light up a soft blue color then she heard the click that would grant her, her freedom.

It was still early, so only a few elves roamed the hallways, which she was quick to hide from. She could have left her sister's home, but she wanted revenge for being trapped without her magic. Bellatrix knew the house well, since it was used frequently for death eater meetings and went through the mansion expertly. The third floor was empty of the usual guest and the fourth as well. She was making her way down to wait in her sister's wing when the dark witch caught sight of most delicious sight. Making his way down the hallway was Neville Longbottom. She had only kept pictures of the boy from newspaper obsessed with the family that had cause her to go away from her master for so long. He looked older, and more confident then what she heard in passing. What he was doing here, she didn't know, nor did she care. The witch had the advantage of surprise on her side, so she was quick to take it.

"Crucio" The wizard screamed thrashing on the floor and Bellatrix cackled with glee. The spell was held on him for a few more seconds until something was shot at her hand and her wand flew out of the witch grasp. She whipped her head around and her eyes widen when she saw the boy behind.

"Well, well, well itty bitty potty is my cissa's little secret, won't our lord be please with that." She smirked arms folded around her chest.

"Bellatrix" He hissed causing the witch to cackle again. Her luck couldn't have been better, here was potter looking absolutely harmless, even with his wand pointed at her, and her obsession, lay panting on the floor. No one had showed up yet since she was smart enough to cast a few undetected and privacy spells, so all she had to do was get her wand and she'd be back in her lord good graces.

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Harry was trying everything within his power to not to drop his wand in exhaustion. That spell alone had drained him and he was close to falling over in front of the most dangerous women he had ever met. Her stance was relaxed giving him a smug look, as if she could see through him. Neville had passed out from the pain and Luna wandered off a while ago, the whole reason they separated was to go look for her. The witch looked out the corner of her eye and the raven followed the line to see her looking at her wand. He would have summoned it, but he couldn't get is magic to react. It all happened so fast, one moment he was staring at her the next she running to get her wand. Harry stepped back in fear as she rose up with her wand in hand.

"aww is little potty tired. Don't worry, when you're finally with my lord and my traitorous sister is turned in, you'll get all the rest you want." Harry was terrified and confused. Her eyes were crazed and harry was sure that he was about to die. He was shaking now and his vision blurred. She looked at him strangely then he felt a sharp pain in his back. Harry didn't know what was happening but he let out a scream and next thing he knew he was being picked up by a pair of strong arms and rushed passed clouds. The wizard looked up through pain filled eyes and saw silver eyes staring ahead and knew he was safe.

A/N: Hope that makes up for taking so long to update. I didn't like how it ended, felt a bit rushed.