Author's Note: I know I haven't been able to update in awhile, but there's been a lot going on in my life. If you recognize it, then it's JKR's. Happy Reading!



"When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest"

"Leave Out All the Rest"-Linkin Park

Chapter Fifteen: Leaving Me Empty

Draco had been watching over me and the children like a hawk for the last week, and I couldn't figure out why. He seemed to be concerned about something, but every time I asked what was wrong he said it was nothing. It was disconcerting actually. I was on my way to pick up the children when he met up with me in the hall.

"Jordayna?" He asked.

"Draco?"

"I'd like to take you, my daughter, and your son somewhere for the weekend." He said awkwardly. I didn't know what to make of the conversation, something about the way he mentioned the children bothered me.

"I don't know Draco. You've seemed weird all week. Maybe we should stay here." I insisted.

"No, it's fine. I just want to spend time with you and the kids." He answered and he seemed very certain about it. At least certain enough that I wanted to agree.

"Sure, it sounds great." I answered.

"Sure let's go get your son and my daughter." He said, as I tried to figure out what made me uncomfortable about what he was saying. We walked to pick the kids up from Madam Moore, and they both ran to us. Scorpius took Draco's hand and Draco almost seemed disappointed by it.

"Is something the matter?" I asked. He must have realized I was very concerned because he looked up with a lazy grin and shook his head. I felt better.

"No, let's go. I have wanted to take everyone all week." He said as he held my right hand with his left.

He led the children and I off to the brooms, and I looked at him like he was crazy, but the kids were overly excited.

"Draco, have you forgotten how I feel about flying?" I asked looking angrily at the broom.

"Jordayna, it'll be fine. I promise. I made sure we had a big enough broom and the kids can't wait. Look at them!" He answered. I looked down at my children and sure enough they were betraying me. They looked so excited that I couldn't possibly say no.

We flew for what seemed like forever, and I was beginning to think that we would never get to where we were going. That's when in the distance, I saw Malfoy Manor, and my instincts told me to panic.

"Draco? Why are we going to the Manor? Don't you remember the argument with your father?"

"That's precisely why we're going, love." He said and smirked, and I realized why what he had said earlier was so wrong. He kept saying HIS daughter and MY son. Draco would never have said that, both kids, according to him, were his. How could I have been so dumb to walk into this trap? I tensed, and Scorpius did too.

"Mummy, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Shh…baby. Everything's fine." I responded trying to ease my son's mind. I would do anything to save my children.

We landed, and he took my hand. He led us straight into the grand ballroom at the very south end of the first floor. Lucius was sitting in a chair at the very back of the room, and he looked ready to destroy.

"Theodore, you've done well my boy. You can leave her here. Take the brats wherever you want."

"No!" I automatically screamed. He looked to me.

"I did not think you would want them to see what is about to happen to their mother." He said so quietly that it sent shivers up my spine.

"I don't, but please, can they at least wait to see what Theo really looks like and I can hug them? I want them to understand." I pleaded, and with some stroke of luck he nodded.

"Very well, I can wait for this." He said as I bent beside my son and daughter. I held them tightly and they both began to sob.

"No, don't cry. Mummy loves you. I want you to watch this guy who looks like your daddy." As I said it, Nott scowled, no doubt upset that I was calling Draco Medea's father. "You know how Mummy teaches everyone to brew potions? Well this man has taken one called the Polyjuice Potion to look like Daddy. He did it to trick Mummy." I finished, just at the time that Nott started to shift back into himself. I hugged both of them, and once Nott had finished the transformation, he picked them up, and left the room with them.

"Now that we have the room to ourselves," Lucius laughed, "We should get down to business. And if you so much as try to do something with those tricks of yours, I promise you, your son will die." He warned as I was just beginning to furrow my brow, I stopped immediately. "I knew that would make you think twice about what you were doing. Now back to what I was saying. Here let me remove your teaching robes first." He flicked his wrist and my standard issue Hogwarts teaching robes immediately flew to his hands. I looked down and noticed I had worn my all black outfit, how fitting as I was going to die in it. Lucius just looked at it appreciatively. The shirt was a three-quarter sleeve, button up blouse that only buttoned up to right above my cleavage. When I had bought the shirt, it was still too big, but after two children, it fit a little snug, but not in a bad way. The skirt went to mid-calf. "Well as much as I know you are garbage, I can see where both my godson and my son would fall all over themselves to touch you." He crossed the room to me. He ran his hand from the bottom of my neck down to my belly button. I cringed. "Don't be that way. Maybe I won't have to kill you. However, you will definitely be losing your power. I have found the perfect spell for that. Soon I will be the most powerful wizard, and it will be all thanks to you." He whispered in my ear, and I blinked back tears.


Something felt wrong. I didn't know what, but something was wrong. Jordayna had just taken the kids for the weekend to her father's without saying goodbye. It was not something she would normally do, and after that vision I had at the beginning of the week, I was on high alert.

"Professor McGonagall? Did Jordayna mention that she would be spending the weekend at her father's mansion in London this weekend?" I asked the elderly woman. If she hadn't told McGonagall, then something was definitely wrong.

"Draco, how many times have I told you to call me Minerva? And, no, Jordayna did not mention that she would be away this weekend, but that shouldn't be too upsetting. She hasn't left the castle much in the last three years. It's nice that she took the children to see their grandfather." She answered. There it was. My fear, confirmed. I swiftly started to walk away from her.

"Draco, where are you going?"

"To talk to Harry Potter." I answered and rushed to my living quarters. I could not get there fast enough, and when I finally had, I threw some Floo powder in the fire place, and was taken to my office in the Ministry. I stepped out of my fireplace here, and glanced at the office around me. It was decorated in black and a deep forest green, and it was conveniently connected to Potter's. I knocked on the black wooden door that separated my office from his.

"What? I want to go home, it's Friday evening for Merlin's sake." I heard him groan from inside his office.

"Potter, it's me. Jordayna just disappeared from the school this afternoon. There was a note in her living quarters that said something about her father's mansion, but I don't believe it because she would not have left without telling McGonagall and the woman had no idea." I explained.

"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded. There was a loud thud as Weasley barged in and the door hit the back wall of Potter's office.

"Harry! Nott's escaped from Azkaban!" He exclaimed.

"Not a coincidence." Potter said as he grabbed his cloak. "Up for a job Malfoy?"

"You bet your arse! He has the woman I love and my kids." I answered as I followed them out.


I sat alone on the bed that used to be Draco's so long ago. I smiled at the comforter. It was the same one that Scorpius had on his bed. Like father, like son. I had been sitting here for a few hours, while my children were somewhere else in the Manor.

The door opened, a small house elf stared at me sadly. "Master Malfoy requests your presence, miss." It said in a soft, female voice. I nodded and followed after her. Poor thing having to live here with these cold people, well I had never actually met Draco's mother, so at least cold person. She led me back to the ballroom. Lucius certainly did have a thing for the dramatics, because as they entered he was standing beside the piano.

"Ah, Miss Mallerd, thank you for joining me again."

"As if I had a choice." I answered in a very obviously sarcastic tone.

"Now see talking to me like that will get you nowhere. I just asked you down here for a dance." He said as he got a familiar look to his ice-blue eyes. They were pale, almost gray like Draco's, but not quite. I walked forward with my head held high to him. I refused to break down now. It was useless. All these damn men thought I was beneath them, well except for one, and well he isn't here.

"Draco will come for me." I said, startling myself at exactly how cliché that really sounded.

"No he won't dear. We left a note in your writing, telling him you took the children to see your father while he was in town. He won't realize you're truly missing until classes resume on Monday and their precious Potions professor has not returned. By then, your powers will be mine, and you may or may not be living." He explained as he moved closer to me and placed his hands in the formation for a waltz. "Care to join me for a dance?"

Okay, so you bring your hostage and her two children to your Manor, then you threaten her, send her to your son's room (your son who happens to be her boyfriend), and then you call her down for a waltz…what the hell? He grabbed me and it jerked me out of my thoughts. I looked at him and I saw the glazed-over lust look in his eyes that I saw in Nott's three years ago, when I was his captive. Merlin! I am not that gorgeous, give me a break! That's when I felt his left hand trace from my hip up to my cleavage.


"Okay, so if I were Theodore Nott, where would I take Jordayna?" Potter asked as he looked at me expecting an answer.

"What? If I knew, I would have told you." I said incredulously. Really, reformed Death Eater here, I have proven it over and over again.

"No, I know, just was hoping you'd have one of your revelations." Potter answered. Well I was flattered, apparently I have revelations. Right then a small tawny owl came through the window of Potter's office. I recognized it as my mother's at once. I went to it immediately.

"This is my mother's owl." I said, taking the small piece of parchment from its leg. It was a tiny scrap. The writing was abrupt.

Draco Darling,
The girl is here. I don't know what your father has planned, but it doesn't bode well. The children are here. Why didn't you tell me I had grandchildren?

Love,
Mother

Just like my mother, to believe that the most important part of the situation was that she didn't know she had grandchildren. However, at least I knew where she was. "He took her to my father."

"How do you know?"

"My mother just wrote me."

"How do you know it's not a trick?" Weasley asked, and I handed him the note. Waiting until he got to the grandchildren part. "Oh well then yes, that would be your mother." He said putting the note back in my hand.

"Plan?" I asked them. It wasn't normally our style to make a plan, but people I loved were involved.

"Um, go in, save them, maim some people, and get out?" Potter questioned.

"Good enough for me." I said as I grabbed my broom. The other two did also, and we were out into the night air. I could feel the wind whipping past me, but I didn't acknowledge it. I was on a mission.


"I have decided instead of dancing with you like this, we should have you dressed for the occasion. If you'll just go upstairs with Hilly, my wife will gladly give you something a little more appropriate." He said gesturing for me to follow the house elf again. I did as I was told because my son's life was on the line. At the top of the grand staircase stood a very aristocratically beautiful blonde, I walked to her.

"You must be Narcissa." I said coolly.

"You must be the one. I have been waiting to meet you for years. I knew the moment I saw you at Draco's graduation, that you would be the one to set him free from his father." She said in one breath. I was taken aback. I had expected her to be distant and loathing like her husband, but instead she was loving, I guess Draco had to get it from somewhere.

"That would be me. My name is Jordayna, and I was told to get better non-filth looking clothes from you." I said with venom.

"Of course," she started to say as she went through the closets in what seemed like a guest room, "don't worry either, I've alerted Draco to your presence." She finished quietly, and handed me a sapphire blue ball gown. It had spaghetti straps, a corset-like top, and a skirt that flowed outwardly like something out of a princess fairy tale. I frowned at it.

"Trust me dear, it's what he wants. He's an old one, who is old-fashioned." She said, as she helped me pull it on. The top fit a little snug over my breasts, but that was to be expected. She flicked her wand and my hair fell from its bun, and waved a little over my shoulders. "Go downstairs now, he's expecting you. Keep your chin up. Draco will be here soon, if what I've observed is any testament to how he feels about you."

I nodded and started to descend the stair case. At the bottom, Lucius was standing looking appreciatively at my now, more appropriate (to him) appearance.

"This is much better. Come with me, it's time for that dance." He said as he gestured for my hand with his own. This was all causing me to be sick. Lucius was a twisted individual. He found it amusing to dance with his grandson's mother while his wife waited in the wings. Weird ass European Pureblooded wizards, is all I have to say. We did a waltz twice around the ballroom before the hand holding my hip snaked down to my rear.

"I remember when I first met you at your father's mansion. You were very female and very alluring, but I must say having my godson's and my son's child, has definitely done wonders for you." He said as his grip tightened. I shivered. I didn't want to be touched by this man ever.

"Can you just do to me what you brought me here for?" I asked exasperated. These days, kidnappers take forever to get to the point.

"You really want to get to the part where you are stripped of your magic and possibly your life that quickly?" He asked skeptically. Okay, when he said it that way, I really didn't want to get there, but I didn't want him manhandling me either. "I was going to let you dance with all of us, before you had to go through all the unpleasant parts of this evening." What was he talking about, who was us? Then I looked around the room and noticed for the first time that there were many people here, they were all dressed almost as if they were Death Eaters, but not quite.

"Who are they?" I whispered in a soft, scared voice.

"Those would be the people who can't wait until we test our new potion on you. If we strip you of your power, then we can do it to all the Halfbloods and Mudbloods alike. We wasted all our time and energy with the Dark Lord. He wanted to kill every one of you, now we can just turn every last one into Muggles and go on being the most powerful wizards there ever were." He gloated.

"Why me? Not that I want to condemn my friend to the guillotine, but Hermione is a Muggleborn. Why am I the test subject?" I asked frantically. I was trying to stall because some of the men were looking at me like they would do more than dance with me right here.

"Three things have made you the object of my desire for testing. One is you talked back to me the very first day I met you, and that was such a stupid thing to do. Two is Halfbloods have more magical background than Mudbloods, so I want to see if I can strip them of their powers first, or if I have to settle for only the Mudbloods. Finally, my son threw away his position at my side to be with you." He answered, putting hatred in his voice for the last reason.

He stomped his cane to the ground, and Nott suddenly was to his right holding a small vial that contained a substance that was red and glowing. It looked ominous, and I just knew that it was the potion to be experimented on me.

"I think it is time that we took a break from this dance and have a drink. Don't you?" He looked at me and conveyed the message that my son would die if I defied him. I nodded sullenly. He released the vial's cork, and handed it to me. "Ladies first," he said, and I took a drink. The liquid felt like cold metal running through my veins. He then took a drink and whispered, "Diventarmi." After he uttered the word, I convulsed as a swirling green fog went from my body to his. It hurt, I screamed at an ear-piercing level. "Now to see if it worked." He said as he furrowed his brow and I slid across the floor. "Very good indeed, now, Miss Mallerd, do be a good girl and see if you can do anything." He instructed, and I tried to furrow my brow and make him move, but he didn't. Nott handed me back my wand, and nodded his head as if to tell me to try magic with it.

"Stupefy!" I shouted in vain. Absolutely nothing happened. I fought back the tears that threatened.

"Well now gentleman. She isn't so scary when the only thing she had going for her is taken away." Lucius boasted to the room. All of the men there joined in the laughter. "I think you can enjoy her now." He gestured to me, and in an instant all thirteen pairs of eyes were on me. "Oh, and gentlemen, make sure there's enough of her for me when you're done. I want to be able to bask in her body." I think it was his way of saying touch, but don't invade. With his speech finished, he walked to the entrance of the ballroom, stopped to whisper to two of his men, and then left. In that moment, hell came upon me. Ten different men attacked me at once. They touched, groped, and one even yanked my head back by my hair. It caused me to scream, and he just told me that I had a 'sexy' voice. I knew that any minute I would slip into the blackness of one of my fainting spells. I just hope I didn't wake up.


Potter, Weasley, and I entered the Manor through a window that was 'conveniently' left open in one of my mother's parlors.

"That was easy, and how come the wards didn't go off?" Weasley asked.

"My mother." I answered, and almost as if on cue, she appeared in the doorway.

"Draco!" She cooed as she rushed to hug me. I noticed that Scorpius was behind her. He saw me and ran almost immediately.

"Daddy!" He shrieked as he grabbed my leg. I scooped him up and then he gave me a stern look. "Maybe you are not my daddy, like that other person was not my daddy, are you my daddy?" He asked, and I was confused.

"Theodore used a Polyjuice Potion to trick your Jordayna into coming here." Mother translated for me.

"Oh, I see. How about? I know that you sleep on a black comforter that has a silver dragon."

"Okay, you my daddy." He said as he hugged at me tightly. I wanted to stay there with him and protect him, but I wanted to find and save his mother just that much more.

"Here let me take him dear. Oh he looks just like you did as a boy." She cooed at him and he smiled at her.

"Mother, I know that you're overjoyed at the prospect of having a grandson, but there's kind of a bigger problem here." I said almost annoyed.

"They've taken her to the south ballroom on the first floor. Your father had her dress in one of my ball gowns, and then I wasn't allowed to be there anymore. I can't tell you what may have gone on in there." She answered me. She had a look on her face that told spoke volumes about the very things that could be happening to her.

"Come with me." I said to Potter and Weasley as I headed out the door to the grand staircase.

"What did she mean south ballroom? You have more than one ballroom?" Weasley inquired.

"Is that really important right now Weasley? If it was Granger, rather Mrs. Weasley, in there and not Jordayna would you be as concerned about how many ballrooms the house had?" I threw back at him. I was in no mood to hear about the horrors of being a Malfoy with more than one ballroom in my house.

"No, you're right. Keep going, we're following." He mumbled, as he resumed following me. I made it to the bottom of the staircase in record time and rounded the corner down the corridor to the ballroom. I prepared myself for whatever was beyond these doors.


I had only fainted for about ten minutes total. Lucius had returned to the ballroom to find me lying on the ground, dress torn, and fighting the edge of another fainting spell.

"Now that they have had their fun, I think it is my turn to taste the fruit that has enslaved both my godson and son's minds." He said as he rolled the straps off the dress down my shoulders. I tried to cover up my now exposed chest with my arms, but it was useless, because he just pulled them away. He was much stronger than I was physically and without my magic, I could do nothing. He tugged the dress until it was completely off and my chest was exposed and I was in a pair of black undergarments. He hooked a finger inside the band, and pulled them down as well, and I cringed away from him. He did not find my reaction acceptable so he hit me in the back of the head with his cane, and I saw spots. I was so thrown out of what was going on, that I did not even realize that he now had his hands fondling my breasts.


I saw red the moment I opened the ballroom doors. I recognized the fourteen men in the room, and was repulsed that the one in the middle touching her was my own father. I immediately began to throw curses and hexes at everyone in the room. I could tell that Potter wasn't happy about my abrupt entrance and alert to ourselves, but I was not thinking coherently. The only thing I could see in my head was my father beginning to enter my girlfriend. I stalked straight up to him, yanked him by the left shoulder, and tossed him to the floor.

"If you ever think about whatever you were about to do again, then I will personally cut you into tiny pieces and feed you to a troll." I said with malice dripping from my voice.

"Draco, son, I was hoping you would join us. You can have some too, if you would like." He said as he motioned to her. I looked at her for a moment and realized that she was on the brink of fainting. It was her habit if something got too stressful for her, and I would consider this to be too stressful. I looked back to my father.

"Father, since when do I share?" I said lifting my eyebrows as I asked.

"I think you will want to, now that your American Halfblood princess has been stripped of her magic." He mentioned, as he lifted himself from his place on the floor.