Here it comes, the newest chapter!

What basically happens is Pan can't stop staring at that mirror and the pressure of the other death eaters is starting to get to her. Gonna flip over to Bellatrix too later on, and then spice it up with Ivan.

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Malfoy Manor, 7:13 p.m.:

Things had gotten quieter since the ball a few nights back. The twins, or more likely Pan, had resided to refuge in her room. The Malfoys had been keeping to themselves since Draco had gone back to Hogwarts with Professor Snape. Bellatrix and Voldemort hadn't exactly spoken since the ball, but Bellatrix had spent plenty of time with the twins, especially Ivan. Pan at the moment, was in her room listening to a small tape that contained baby lullabies she'd heard would help the baby sleep more after it was born.

"Go to sleep you little baby, go to sleep you little baby…your mama's gone away and your daddy's gonna stay didn't leave nobody but the baby." She was singing lowly to what she called…the Devil's lullaby. It was a strange song but it was a slow one. "Don't you weep pretty baby, don't you weep pretty baby, she's long gone with the red shoes on gonna need another loving baby." As she sang she kept rubbing the areas where the baby kept kicking repeatedly in her stomach. And then a knock came at the door.

"Pan?" it was Narcissa.

"Come in." the woman stepped inside carrying a warm cup of tea. She sat down next to her on the bed and noticed the tape.

"What is that?"

"It's a music player Aunt Cissa, one with some lullabies I like listening to for the baby. Muggle mothers use it sometimes because it's said it can make the baby smarter or sleep longer depending on the music."

"I see…here I brought you some tea." Pan took the cup and drank a bit.

"It's good, what kind is it?"

"Jasmine tea, works great with pregnancies. Pan…?"

"Yes?"

"If it's not too much trouble, I would like to know what happened between you and that muggle boy. I know it's hard, but sometimes talking about it helps more than not talking about it." Pan's face fell. She didn't want to talk after what happened with her father, but this was Narcissa, and Dumbledore did say despite their differences Narcissa was more bent on protecting family than anything else; maybe she could trust her with this. Pan took a quick deep breath, and then turned back to her aunt's worried face.

"It…it started about a year ago. We had been friends for some time, and then we started dating after seeing a play with some friends. It started out slow, but then after we dated for three months he started getting serious about us…shagging." Pan took another deep breath as she felt tears come. "I wasn't sure if I wanted to, and every time he tried I backed out…I wasn't ready. He said he understood, and that he would wait…until a month later." She choked back a sob and Narcissa began rubbing her back.

"It's ok dear, just relax. Keep going…"

"We went out, to this beautiful and expensive restaurant. It was our anniversary, and he said he wanted it to be special. The food was excellent, the service was wonderful, afterwards we went dancing, and then…I remember him getting us drinks, and then later I felt sick. He took us back to his place, and said I could stay the night if I wanted…but no, I wanted to get home I just needed to sit down for a bit. And then he…he goaded me into his bedroom, I don't know what happened to me, but I did what he said. The next thing I know…I'm in his bed naked, covered with bruises and a bite mark on my neck." Pan started choking back more sobs and held her stomach.

"Pan, did you go to the police?" she shook her head.

"I don't know how long I was there…all I can recall is the police telling me I wandered into the street, and some people took me to the hospital…said I was crying, screaming….and then they arrested him. Said it was close but they found out from a blood test I was drugged, something they called date-rape drugs…and that if I hadn't escaped sooner it would've vanished from my blood." Pan started calming down, and then wiped her eyes clean while rubbing off mascara.

"They took him to jail…and you never saw him again." Pan nodded. Narcissa draped an arm around her shoulders and held her. Pan leaned into the comforting hug and Narcissa kissed her head. "You don't have to worry Pan, no matter what…we will protect you. From anything…everything…" Pan looked up at her and gave a small smile.

"I know." Pan straightened up and took another sip of tea. "Where's mother?"

"Oh…I think she's in the sitting room with Ivan and Lucius." Pan carefully sat up and Narcissa helped her to her feet. They walked down the corridor and towards the sitting room, everyone was there. As Pan walked in the doorway she froze, her mother, uncle, and brother were there, but so was her father.

"Pandora, how nice of you to join us." His thin lips stretched into a smile making Pan feel uneasy. "Please come here…" he held out his hand and Pan walked over, taking it hesitantly. "I have some news for you my dear, concerning your marriage in the future."

"Father?" 'I'm not going to like this.'

"I've decided you'll be marrying Draco Malfoy." Pan's eyes widened and she dropped her cup making it break and the tea splash on the floor. "Lucius and I have already discussed it, you will both be married at the end of this war." Pan couldn't believe it. She was being forced to marry her cousin? "Well?"

"I-I don't know…" was all she could say.

"I know it seems odd right now, but you're still young you'll learn to live with this. Your mother has already agreed to it as well." Pan looked over at her mother and the woman turned away, almost as if saying sorry. "As for your child, I haven't quite decided yet. I'm sure you'll warm up to the idea soon enough. Now I'll be taking leave in my chambers, goodnight everyone."

"Good night sir." All said in unison. The minute he left the room Pan and Ivan turned over to Lucius.

"You agreed to this?" Ivan said walking a step closer. Lucius held up his hands and looked at Pan with sorrow.

"I couldn't say no, he picked Draco because he thought he was the only suitable spouse for you Pan. I tried to talk him out of it, but he's made up his mind."

"Lucius…how can you do this? And you Bella?" Narcissa turned to her husband and sister, both looking away in sorrow.

"I don't like it either Cissy, but we don't have a choice." Bellatrix sounded rather stern.

"Don't have a choice? This is your daughter and nephew we're talking about, they can't marry!"

"Our family has been known to marry with cousins Cissy, Walburga and Orion were the same way." Bellatrix started raising her voice and Pan was getting a bit scared.

"That was years ago, things have changed since then."

"I know Cissy but we don't have a choice! He wants this done and no one says no to the Dark Lord!"

"What about Draco? What makes you think he'll go through with this?"

"He'll just have to go along with it…"

"Is there a problem Narcissa?" everyone froze immediately hearing Voldemort's voice at the door.

"M-My lord…i-I thought you'd…"

"I was about to but then I overheard your conversation. You don't agree with this match…?" Narcissa stayed quiet. "Crucio." The spell came from his lips and Narcissa crumpled to the floor squealing in pain.

"No!" Bellatrix tried to get to her but stopped after receiving a glare from Voldemort. He did it again and Pan couldn't stand the look on her father's face as he tortured the poor woman.

"STOP!" Pan screamed and jumped in front of Narcissa blocking her from her father's wand. "Father please, she's sorry she's sorry please stop hurting her!" Pan begged him but he didn't seem to be phased by her eyes.

"Stand aside Pandora."

"No father."

"Stand aside."

"No!" Voldemort slowly lowered his wand and walked over to Pan. He looked at her, and then his hand went back and slapped her. Pan fell back onto the floor barely missing Narcissa; Ivan went to his sister's side and she started nursing her reddening cheek.

"You will obey my rules Pandora, Narcissa. You won't go against my wishes, it's all for my daughter's best interests; and you will learn to live with it. One more slip up like this, and I will not be as merciful." He turned on his heel and left the room angrily. Lucius ran over to Narcissa and she clung to him in terror, tears pouring down her cheeks.

"You ok Pan?" Ivan helped Pan to her feet. She gave him a look saying, 'Do I look like I'm ok to you?'

"No…" she went over to her mother's arms and cried.

"I'm sorry my love, I'll go talk to him later." Bellatrix let Pan hold onto her for a bit but then a slightly buzzing noise was heard throughout the manor. "That's the Snatchers, Lucius you and Narcissa go to your rooms I'll deal with this." They didn't wait, Lucius nodded at Pan and Ivan before helping his wife out of the room and into the hall. Soon three snatchers came in, holding a young pale blonde woman and a young man with dark hair and olive skin.

"Evening ma'am, Lord Ivan, Lady Pandora." Pan straightened up and glared at the three.

"What's this you have here?" Bellatrix spat looking at the captives.

"This here's Lovegood's girl and Dean Thomas miss…the Dark Lord ordered us to get these two and keep them here. Apparently Lovegood's been writing a little too much about the Potter boy and we told'em if he gets us the boy he gets his lil'girl. As for this one…" he yanked on the boy's collar. "He's unable to tell if he's mudblood or half blood. So Umbridge told us to take'em to the Dark Lord." Bellatrix walked up to the two and looked them over.

"Very well, put them in the cellar with the wand maker."

"Yes ma'am." The prisoners were yanked downstairs to the cellar and a clicking sound was heard.

"Mother?"

"Don't ask dear." The Snatchers soon came back up and Pan glared again as did Ivan. "Now be gone I have to talk to my children. And Greyback…"

"Yes'm?"

"Take a bath soon you reek of blood and death." The werewolf growled a little and left with the others. "Now…Ivan I was speaking with your father earlier, and he wants you to attend the ministry with Yaxley tomorrow. Said he wants you to get a taste of what it's like in his power." Ivan nodded.

"Might be nice to be out of the house for a bit. What about Pan?"

"She's staying here, now you two head to your rooms I'm going to see your father." Bellatrix kissed both their cheeks and left the room. Pan looked over at Ivan.

"This is worse than we thought…." She said.

"Way worse, he's going too far with this. I understand the traditions of pureblood marriages here but our own cousin? That's bloody insane."

"I know, imagine what Draco's gonna think. I mean I like him but not that way."

"I understand, and you saw how he tortured Narcissa, this man is our father? Dumbledore wasn't kidding when he said the man was pure evil."

"Born out of an unloving life, raised in an orphanage, and then finding solace in dark magic. Hard to believe how twisted he is." Her last bit was sarcastic.

"Hey now easy on the attitude it's not good for the baby."

"I'm fine Ivan, as is my child." Ivan smiled a little, but frowned again.

"Pan…just out of curiosity, if our father doesn't let you keep your baby…what will you do? What if he gives it away, or worse…" Pan's intense glare returned, and she placed her hands protectively over her stomach.

"I would rather die than let him kill my child." Unknown to them both, Bellatrix was listening in.

The next morning:

"Ivan! Come on now dear get ready." The sound of his mother's voice awoke Ivan from his sleep. He glanced at the clock and saw it was around 9 a.m.

"Coming." He got out and conjured a black and blue suit with black shoes. If he was going out with a killer he might as well look better. His hair was combed out and his wand placed in his coat pocket; he made his way out of his room and met up with his mother in the dining hall, where a man, looking to be around his late 40's or early 50's with a long blonde braid down his back was waiting with her.

"Ivan, this is Yaxley you'll be joining him at the ministry for today." The men bowed to each other.

"An honor to meet you Mr. Lestrange."

"Ivan will do just fine, and a pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Yaxley. Now tell me, what exactly are we doing today?"

"We will be interrogating mudbloods, and you will meet a few people for now." Ivan's mouth twitched at the word 'mudblood', oh how he hated such a dirty word.

"Sounds interesting, let's be on our way then." Yaxley let him lead the way and they walked outside the gates and wards.

"You know how to apparate I'm sure?"

"Only if someone else does it."

"Grab my cloak then." Ivan did so and soon they were inside a muggle department store. "Follow me." They made their way through the place and into the men's loo. "The one at the far end, just pull the valve and stand on the toilet. Ivan did as told and as soon as he came he was soon inside a large area swarming with witches and wizards, soon to be joined by Yaxley.

"Wow, quite a place here." Ivan looked around, the place had its beauty but it was also horrible. Muggles and muggleborns were being shackled and whisked away to several spots, some men and women, others teenagers no older than sixteen.

"It's got its charms, come this way." He followed Yaxley and soon he was getting stares from everyone around them. Some looked surprised, others fearful, and some even proud; like they had any nerve standing up to the Dark Lord's son. He was led into a strange elevator, and in the process saw the one man Dumbledore had introduced him to on his fifteenth birthday, Kingsley Shacklebolt, the man who'd delivered him to his parents after he was born.

"Good morning Shacklebolt." Yaxley sneered slightly.

"Morning Yaxley, Mr. Lestrange."

"Morning Mr. Shacklebolt." Ivan smirked a little at the man as the elevator moved almost making him fall. "Whoa!"

"You'll get used to that." Yaxley.

"Hope so." Soon the elevator stopped and Kingsley got off. It moved again, and stopped abruptly seconds later.

"Department of Mysteries." He heard the elevator speak, Yaxley stepped off and he followed. They marched down a hall and made their way into a court room, with a few wizards present including one fat witch with curled hair wearing pink robes sitting at the main chair. The place was eerie looking, and little animals, or patronuses, were covering the floors and desks of the witches and wizards around; above Ivan could see why, Dementors were all over the ceiling.

"Creepy things…" He mumbled. Yaxley took a seat next to the stand the fat one was in, and Ivan took a seat on the far end of the courtroom. He didn't have to sit in the sidelines, but he could at least watch from a distance how cruel these people truly were. Soon the witch looked to another door and some guards came in carrying a man around his mid-thirties to a chair with chains on it. 'Restraints, so they can't run from those creatures.'

"Let go! Let go I'm not a mudblood!" the man shouted trying to get free but stopped as the fat witch fired a curse at him. He was chained to the chair and the guards moved to the back.

"Mr. Arnold Herman Ashemore, you have been brought to this facility for questioning on your status as a wizard. Our sources have told us you lied on your family history, stating your father was Harold Ashemore, the ex-auror."

"It's not a lie!"

"Silence!" Yaxley.

"Mr. Ashemore, currently unmarried, no children, no living relatives, is this information true?"

"Y-Yes…"

"In other words you don't have much to live for." The witch laughed and the man lowered his head.

'Damn she's harsh….must be the one called Umbridge. I remember what happened two years ago, that year things in London went underway.' Ivan had heard many things from Dumbledore that one year, especially about the ministry turning against him and Harry because most refused to believe his father had come back to power.

"Now then…you had a wand confiscated from you upon arrival, cherry with dragon heartstring correct?"

"Yes."

"Please tell the court the witch or wizard you stole it from." The man looked up in surprise.

"Stole it? I never stole it I've had it since I first attended Hogwarts. You can check my school records…" Umbridge raised her eyebrows and turned over to Yaxley who handed her a folder. She opened it and looked back to the wizard.

"It appears you're lying Mr. Ashmore, the wand stated in your records during your time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was elm with thestral wing piece." The man's mouth gaped open and he tried to sit up a little but the chains prevented it.

"No! That was my first wand, I broke it during a game of quidditch so I got another one in my second year!"

"Take him away." The guards moved to take the man away but as soon as he was out of the chains he attacked a couple of guards taking one of their wands. Two guards were stunned while others grabbed his arms, Yaxley was about to move when Ivan yanked out his own wand.

"Avada…"

"Expelliarmus!" Ivan shouted and Yaxley's wand flew out of his hand. "Stupefy!" Ivan struck the prisoner and he fell to the floor. The guards grabbed him but some moved to get to him. "Quite a job you've done so far Yaxley, letting prisoners take guards' wands without them being restrained."

"That was unknowingly done, he surprised us."

"Even so you didn't have to try and kill him all because he had a little backbone. Guards you can take him now." The guards looked at Yaxley and he nodded. They left the room and Umbridge stood up from her chair in anger.

"How dare you disrupt this courtroom? Who do you think you are?" she snarled.

"The Dark Lord's son…Ivan Lestrange." He stated and Umbridge's face grew larger than a coconut. She looked to Yaxley and he nodded in agreement.

"L-Lord Ivan…I didn't realize you were here…"

"Really? I've been here for a few minutes and you say you didn't notice me here? Apparently I misjudged you Umbridge, you have lost your sharp sight, and who could blame you after that run-in you had with them centaurs two years back. That and the young Mr. Potter actually standing up to you when you had all of Hogwarts trembling with fear…how sad." Umbridge's face fell from fear to anger again. He really hit a nerve yes he did.

"That's enough for now, I'll be back for the next trial." Yaxley told Umbridge and she just walked out of the room glaring slightly at Ivan. "Let's go Mr. Lestrange."

"I told you call me Ivan." Yaxley ignored him and they stepped inside the main room where witches and wizards were out and about. Ivan noticed all the flyers around the walls stating, 'Undesirable No. 1, Harry Potter'. Ivan was so caught up in his own thoughts he ran into someone, making a large thump and the person fell onto the floor.

"Watch it boy!" it was Travers, one of the more ruthless death eaters whom Ivan had seen but hadn't exactly met face to face.

"Excuse me?" Travers stood up and of course Yaxley remained quiet.

"I told you to watch it, you bumped into me." Ivan gave a fake gasp of surprise.

"Oh how clumsy of me. I'll be sure to watch where and WHAT I bump into next time." He smirked and Travers yanked out his wand. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He hissed in Parseltongue. Travers stepped back a bit and lowered his wand.

"L-Lord Ivan, it's you." He put his wand away and Ivan smirked again.

"Yes it's me, now stand aside I'm going home." Travers moved and Ivan stepped in front of a fireplace. "What's this?" he asked as Yaxley stepped inside.

"Floo network, it's a fireplace that transports witches and wizards to specific locations, like a Portkey or Disapparation."

"I see, let's go then." He stepped in and they were enveloped in the emerald flames. Soon they were back at Malfoy Manor, where his uncle, mother, and father were standing in the main sitting room.

"Ah there you are my son, come I have news." Ivan stepped out of the fireplace and brushed himself off. Yaxley bowed to his lord and left in seconds. "How was the ministry?"

"Rather entertaining despite the short visit. What news have you father?"

"First off, how's Pandora on my decision of her engagement?"

"She is rather distraught father, but I'm sure she'll come around eventually. I think you made the right choice choosing Draco." His father smiled and Nagini entered the room swiftly.

"Greetings young master."

"Greetings Nagini."

"Now then for my news, I have discussed it with Lucius and your mother, and it seems Pandora's pregnancy will cause…future problems for us."

"What sort of problems?"

"People will talk my son, and your sister's life could be at risk because of the mistake she made." Ivan's fist clenched slightly.

"It wasn't her fault father."

"I understand that my son, but I'm not talking about the assault. I'm talking about the baby…" Ivan looked at his father.

"You've made your decision?"

"Yes. Pandora is my daughter, and I want what's best for her no matter how she was raised or whatever else may cause her to turn against me, including that thing inside her." Ivan felt a twinge of fear and anger lurk inside him.

"What do you plan to do about it?" his mother bowed her head and Lucius turned away.

"It must be killed. Regardless of it being my…grandchild…" he spat at that word. "It is the child of a muggle rapist, and I will not have my daughter's bloodline tainted so."

'No! This is not what Pan wants how can you do this?' "Father, with all due respect it is Pan's child, I fear she may not agree to this and she's already close to giving birth."

"Which is why I want you to give her this." In his father's hand was a small vial containing a purple liquid. "Parvulus Letum potion, or known as Infant Death. A special potion that's harmless to the mother, but deadly to the fetus. Within days of taking this potion, the fetus will die inside the womb and will appear stillborn at birth. Pan won't feel a thing, but you must be the one to give this to her."

"Why I father?"

"Because you are the main one she wouldn't suspect of killing her child. For all we know the thing could already be dead, but we can't take any chances. Pan is young, she can have more children suitable to our family." Ivan couldn't believe it, this monster was actually asking him to slip his sister a potion to kill her unborn child? "What do you say son? Will you complete this task for our family?" he held out the vial to Ivan, and he only looked at it. "Ivan?" Ivan stared at him for a few minutes, and slowly, but hesitantly took the vile.

'Pan forgive me.' "I'll do it." His father smiled at him and gave his son an awkward hug.

"Excellent my son, excellent."

Aren't you glad I made it longer? I am. Anyway next chapter's gonna take a little more work because I'm flipping over and around on what to do. Might make the next one in Harry's part, or maybe in Pan's just as soon as she finds out what's in store for her.

Keep the reviews coming please and I'll bring it up asap!

Later!