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I was actually surprised that anyone would take notice to the comment about the reviews. I myself as an avid reader would be annoyed at having a story stopped because of lack of reviews. I would never do such an injustice. Therefore frenchpiment thank you for allowing me to clear this up. Anyway I don't own Harry Potter.
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Chapter 1: Another Voldermort
Behind the darkened walls of the Malfoy Manor in Narcissa Malfoy's office sat Draco Malfoy faking an agreeable face as his mother raged on.
"What is wrong with your wife Draco? It has been four years, four years and she has yet to produce a child!"
He opened his mouth to respond.
Holding up her hand she gave him what he supposed was a motherly smile. "I know that the problem is not on your end my son and I know we had Pansy checked. But still we have no results so it must be her fault." She beat her hand against his father's old desk.
Not surprised he watched his mother face his father's portrait as if he held all the answers though he was dead. "Luscius speak to me, tell me what to do." With her hands clasped together as if in prayer she waited.
Luscius's arrogance showed as he looked down upon them. "Draco are you sure that you had used that contraceptive charm through out all your encounters?"
His left cheek twitched. He had been asked this question so many times. "Yes father I am sure."
The elder Malfoy reclined in his chair. "There is only one thing to be done then." He turned to his wife. "You must go to Crete-"
"Luscius I will not beg before them they-"
Luscius cut her off, "are our only option Narcissa. Besides you know what power they produced centuries ago, we could use such power."
She still disagreed, "but she swore never to-"
He watched his parents discretely lost on what or whom they were discussing. Scowling he didn't appreciate being ignored.
Before he knew what was going on he was standing in London's wizardry international with Pansy, Blaise and his mother. Approaching the brunette receptionist he sneered as she battered her fake lashes at him.
The brunette puckered her lips, "what can I do for you sir Malfoy?"
"I need the portkey under Malfoy." He winced as Pansy squeezed his arm while glaring at the hussy receptionist.
The receptionist reached under the counter for a moment, "here you go sir, one port key to Crete for four, hope you have a nice holiday sir Malfoy." She handed him a silver spoon a coy smiled rolling back her lips. As he took hold of it she wouldn't let go. "You will be picked up on the other side." Her finger skinned over his hand.
Glaring he jerked away with the spoon in his grasp. Making a note to himself he would have her fired upon their return.
"What a slut," his mother commented as they walked to the portkey area.
"I don't know Narcissa I rather like her for her spunk." Zabini input with a quirk of his mouth.
"I'll make sure she's fired on our way back." Pansy smiled evilly.
It disgusted Draco to know that he and Pansy were so much a like. Walking through the crowd he was pleased as they parted for them. The Malfoy's were still treated like gods even after the war, he loved his life. Arriving in the portkey area, he led the group to a clearing.
Forming a small circle they all took hold of the spoon as Draco activated it. With a jerk below their stomachs, luggage shrunken and in their pockets the world churned around them before with a fluttering of the wind they landed in Crete where the sun was showering light through the arch doorways. Looking around Draco was surprised that they were the only arrivals.
"You must be the Malfoy's," swivelling they were greeted by a smiling and tanned Italian male around the age of 50. With a jerky bow he spoke, "welcome to Crete my name is Ian. We usually do not have visitors from places as far as London but welcome none the less. I am to guide you."
He rattled on nonsensically as he led them out of Crete wizardry international into the street which looked a lot like Diagon alley with the exception that the road was a bit wider, it was sunnier and breezier. "This is known as the Meridian Walkway." Ian informed with a swift gesture with his arm. Pride clear on his face.
Draco looked over the walkway with boredom. Pansy at his side oohing and aahing at all the sparkling jewellery they passed while his mother seemed to lean into him for support. Blaise was behind him admiring the beauties and holding back from entering some bookstore.
Ian led the way and they followed as he prattled on about stores on each side. And just as they passed a store a lot like Honeydukes titled SugarSquash he almost had the wind knocked out of him as a small bundle barrelled from the store and into his side.
The small robbed figure, hood covering their face fell back onto the road. Pansy hissed in outrage as she swooped down and pulled the small figure up right, glaring into the hood she growled.
"Apologise to my husband." Wizarding folk mingled on around them going about their way and ignored the foreigners. "Apologise," she sneered as she shook the stranger. Thus the hood fell away to reveal shocking white blonde hair and a pair of steely blue eyes filled with tears. The walkway echoed gasps as the Cretians, the Malfoy's and Blaise froze.
Draco looked upon the child mirroring his mothers, Pansy's and Blaise's expression of shock. The child who could be no more then four looked the spitting image of him when he had been a child. He inspected the boy critically. The frantic Ian at his side lost to him.
"Miss," Ian murmured hesitantly as he tried to capture Pansy's attention who was still threateningly holding the child, "miss you must drop that boy, miss," he warned his voice strained.
"Let go of my brother," all attention turned to a scurrying little girl as she flew to the small boy's side standing defiantly with her face scrunched in anger. She looked the spitting image of the boy with the exception that her hair fell in curls and her face was softer.
"Let go of Danza now," the childish lilt to her voice did not hide her antagonism.
"Miss you must drop him, please," Ian hurried in a whisper as he anxiously looked around.
Pansy looked at the girl shocked; whispers filled the street whilst a figure parted the crowd.
"Drop my son at once," Ian gulped, the impervious order in the voice demanded action. Pansy did just that, she let go of the boy; Danza, who stumbled back into the arms of his small sister.
Draco wasn't focusing on the children however. The woman walking towards them resonating power and grace in her every step had his attention, for his every instinct screamed in him 'threat'.
Her robe was held together by a small silver clasp, lavish robes of deep purple and blue encasing her form, a long neck, tanned skin, an attractive angular face with steely blue eyes and locks of brown hair fell straight down to her breasts. She stood regally before them as the blonde girl scampered to her side pulling Danza along.
The woman's steel eyes ran over the obvious twins before landing on Ian then Pansy. "You," she addressed Pansy, "what is your name?"
Pansy seemed frozen at his side. Narcissa's swift poke in her side brought her back to life as the woman's eyes narrowed dangerously. "P-pansy M-m-malfoy."
The woman's eyes narrowed into slits before a deceiving smile graced her face. "You will get on you knees and apologize to my son." The crowd around them stood in rapt attention.
Draco almost stepped forward in outrage at the dishonour before his mother's hand held him back.
"Mama, please," Danza pulled on his mother's robe. The regal woman patted his head fondly before turning to Pansy her eyes filled with icy rage.
"Pansy kneel," Blaise murmured.
She almost let the tears of humiliation in her eyes fall before she knelt and hunched forward on the dirty ground. "I a-a-pologise."
The woman was appeased as lines left her face and she smirked. "Since you are a foreigner your mistreatment of my child is forgiven, rise."
With Draco's help Pansy stood, leaning pathetically into his side. The crowd around them dispersed immediately. The woman turned to Ian, "Ian return to your post, I will take the Malfoy's from here."
Ian bowed and practically ran away. Draco waited expectantly as the woman asked/ordered for the group to introduce themselves. Once they were done she introduced her children, indicating to the girl, "My daughter, Potentia Jade Bellator," turning to her son, "My son, Danza, Leon Bellator, and I am Dea Orbis Bellator."
Recognition flashed across Blaise's face as he bowed deeply. Dea smiled knowingly at Blaise before she turned a smirk to his mother. "Narcissa Malfoy." Dea stated rolling the r and dragging the s, a criminal grin on her face. "I thought I would never see you again after all those years ago, but here we are, come."
Draco was piqued while he calmly followed his mother's lead. The small boy Danza occasionally glancing back at him, while the young girl Potentia constantly cast glares back at him. He subconsciously questioned why the Cretians parted, seeming to push themselves to the curb of the road, their heads bowed in respect.
"I don't like this, Draco." Pansy whimpered to his side.
"Leave it Pansy, you'll be grateful soon enough." Blaise murmured.
Annoyed that Zabini knew something he didn't he turned his eyes on his mother who had her eyes lowered in almost reverence. His eyes slanted in astonishment, his mother had never shown reverence his entire life even with Luscious alive.
Watching the Dea woman, he hated how his every magical fibre seemed to shudder in warning. The girl Potentia squealing and running out ahead of them had annoyance fill him.
The small girl bounded forward, her locks shining brilliantly in the sun as they bounced past her shoulders. He watched her cloak fluter in the wind as she approached the cliff thinking the child would stop fear gripped him, Pansy gasping at his side as she stepped off the cliff and floated in the air before completely disappearing.
Dea smirked again, "excuse my daughter she loves frightening the less knowledgeable." she regarded Draco and Pansy with laughing eyes.
Glaring he watched her turn and step off the cliff up into the air, Danza with her they too disappearing. Narcissa followed soon after with Blaise walking up into the air and turning to him a smirk adorning his tanned face. "Take a leap of faith Malfoy, its just magic." He mocked before he too disappeared.
Scowling he swiftly followed soon after pulling Pansy along. A rush of air and suction followed as he faintly stumbled onto a stoned bridge, he had to step back to take in the castle. It rose high into the sky, blocking the sun.
It was magnificent in its architecture and screamed magic. Magical beasts of every kind built into the architecture which he knew by command could come alive and kill intruders. The castles size would be 2 and a half Hogwarts castles combined. Turning back he could see the cliff perfectly, and the Meridian walkway beyond a grass hill, the castle was cloaked.
"Come along Draco," his mother's reserved voice broke his observations as Pansy clutched his arm.
An arch way of stone led to the castle at the end of the stone bridge. Dragon's and sphinxes of stone bowing to the rushing Potentia pulling Danza along who waved to the creatures. Dea stopped beneath the arch way and turned to them seeming to ignore the bowing animals.
"I warn you, if you mean harm to my family or I these beasts," she motioned, "will…not let you pass." Not explaining further and not bothering to wait for them she glided through.
Blaise casually walked in followed by Pansy, the dragon growling and the sphinx hissing on her way. Draco calmly walked forward hating the animals watching him. Turning once he was on the other side of the thresh hold he faced his mother. Not accustomed to her fear he quirked a brow.
"Mother what-"
Narcissa huffed as she entered, here limbs shaking on her way. Safely within the castle walls she breathed.
"Mother?"
"Come Draco," he let her avoid his questions as she led him once more.
Finally stepping into the castle he silently appreciated the interior of the castle.
A small green creature dressed in miniature stately clothes bowed to them. "Welcome to Bellator Citadel," Draco sneered at the house elf. "My mistress will address your questions in an hour for now I am to take you to your rooms."
After almost half an hour Draco found Blaise. His mother had wondered off somewhere, Pansy was too busy envying the place and making a list of renovations to be done to the manor, the creatures within the castle ignored him so he sought out Blaise. He wanted answers. He found him lounging in the Bellator Western Wing Library.
"Blaise."
Blaise not bothering to look up from his book input, "Did you know that every wing of this castle is made to hold a different season and that each wing is suited to a different element. Also that the centre of the citadel only allows access to Bellator's and seems to be the focal point of the magic that powers everything."
Draco raised a brow; he sounded a lot like- "I didn't want Bellator Citadel History. What the hell is going on here?"
Blaise lowered the book and intently regarded him. "You must know where we are and-"
"I don't-"
"What?" Setting aside his book shock covered his face.
"Zabini why would I-"
"You would know for this is the European Wizardry Royal Citadel."
Draco looked blank.
"You're parents never-"
Draco sneered.
"Well then old chap take a seat."
Hating Blaise disparagement of him he hated not knowing more so he sat down. Blaise sat forward on his seat.
"I'm sure your magic reacted to Dea so you must recognise how different she is."
Draco's interest was pricked, the palace it self and even the house elves had his magical instincts running wild.
Blaise seeing no recognition on Draco's face reclined in his seat. "Any way I'll start from the beginning. As you know Merlin was the founder of all magic through his pact with god, the devil and the fates.
But what you don't know is that Merlin had made magic in the name of acquiring the hand of the muggle wizarding royal of the time Dea Bacelli. Merlin killed her family and bound her soul to his with a binding spell. Basically she hated him and tried to leave him so he bound her to this castle till the day of her death."
Draco didn't think there was a connection with the Dea in Blaise's tale to Dea Bellator.
"Melrin, swearing he would have Dea love him if it took all eternity he escaped death and forced immortality on her also. Through out the centuries they bestowed magic upon friends, the sick and dying till it spread over the earth." With an expectant brow Blaise watched Draco's face.
Draco's shock was evident as he looked at the castle in a new light. Magic itself had stemmed from the citadel and he was sitting in it. Why had he never known? "How do you know this?"
"Every pure-blooded family stems back to the first to be bestowed with magic. It is law for any couple who is within the Bellator grace to receive approval from the Bellator's before marriage. My parents for example and yours too as far as I know. I always wondered why you didn't come for your blessing with Pansy, Draco."
Ignoring the question he looked at Blaise. "So Dea Bellator is…"
"Dea Bacelli and Madras Orpheus Bellator is…"
"Merlin."
The Malfoy's and Blaise followed a small house elf to enter into what looked to be a drawing room. As they took their seats the house elf popped out.
Reclining in the chairs they waited for but a moment before Dea entered dressed in an appealing navy blue robe. Danza and Potentia following behind their mother.
The twins skipped to a corner of the room and seemed to pull toys from the air. Sitting regally Dea spoke, "You must forgive me for making you wait, my eldest daughter is overseas, her father and I are quite protective, and we have her contact us every day at the same hour."
"Quite protective is an understatement," the smooth dark lilt in the voice had them all turning to face an imperial wizard at the door of the room. His blonde silver hair falling to his shoulders in downy waves, with eyes so bright green they looked alien, an athletic and toned body emphasised by the black and silver robe, his nose straight and prominent as he took the room in.
The shock and hum in Draco's muscles confirmed what the young Danza did next.
"Papa!" the young royal squeaked as he scurried across the floor to be hauled up into the man's arms, a soft smile barely seen at the corner of his mouth.
Looking at Dea the wizard addressed her. "The meeting I had earlier was cancelled, I decided to come." With a smirk on his face he turned to face the visitors with Danza playing with his hair. "Welcome Malfoy's" turning to Blaise his cheek twitched, "and young Zabini."
"You're highness," the Malfoy's and Blaise bowed low; Draco not caring only lolled his head.
Madras smirked at the young Malfoy. "You have procreation issues?"
Pansy squirmed in her seat as Draco tensed at her side. "Yes," he replied evenly.
"We have heard of your trials through the social circles," Dea explained.
Blaise chuckled as Draco's blank mask became a scowl.
Madras juggled his son in his lap. "Gossip does not matter Malfoy's, children on the other hand do."
"So you know why we are here, give Draco a child and we'll pay your price," Blaise input cutting through the crap.
"It is not that simple Blaise," said Dea.
The guests looked at her questioningly. She stood and indicated to the room, "We have everything we need," she smiled adoringly at Potentia, "wealth, prestige, knowledge, power, children and more-"
Madras cut in, "there is only on thing we want from you."
They leaned forward anxious.
Madras smiled charmingly, he knew he had them. "Our eldest daughter is yet to marry. She is off gallivanting around the world. As a parent I do not wish to stop her. But protect her I must. Thus in betrothing her she will be safe and we will no longer need to worry."
"We'll find her the most suitable pureblood in society and-"
Dea cut of Narcissa's words. "No we have already tried that. We believe a more subtle approach is needed."
"Subtle?" questioned Pansy.
"Yes", Madras, he turned to the young men, "you will seduce her-"
"US?" both young males exclaimed.
"Not my Draco!" Pansy screeched.
"Silence," Dea glared. "Not your husband but Blaise."
Pansy sighed relieved. Blaise quirked a brow, "I am glad you have faith in my prowess-"
Madras sneered "We did not choose you for your…prowess but the simple fact you are what our daughter would want in a man."
"Either way I become royal so that's good for me," Blaise smiled.
Madras sighed in his seat. "Yes as much as I don't like you this is for the good of my daughter. However you so much as lay a hand on her before the wedding I will cast you-"
"Madras," Dea warned.
He frowned at his wife then turned to glare at Blaise.
Draco straightened in his chair, "So Blaise seduces your daughter then you will give me my child-"
Dea shook her head, "no, Blaise marries Personne then on the night of their honeymoon we will give you your child."
"That is if Blaise agrees," Narcissa interjected.
All occupants including the children focused on Blaise. He smiled simply, "I will become a royal, marry I think a beautiful woman and I'll have Draco Malfoy owing me a wizards debt. I'll have to agree."
"Yipee!" The young twins cried as they skipped from the room singing all the while about gaining a brother.
"It is set then I will get the wizard contract," Dea's smile lit the room as she exited.
Madras turned to the remaining four. "Personne comes home next week you can start then Zabini." Standing he left the room.
Draco turned to his friend. "Blaise you do know that a wizadry marriage is permanent and you don't even know their daughter."
Blaise smiled at Draco as though he were a child. "They will want to keep their daughter around Draco and me too." He paused, "The way I see it is me getting eternal life and the chance to rule a nation."
Shaking his head Draco muttered, "Great another bloody Voldermort in the making."
Poeta:
So how was it? Once again I will issue this only because I'm working on this story when I should in fact be studying for my exams. 10 reviews next chapter.