This work is in no way related to J.K. Rowling and entirely my own plot line. This is a reposted work from a few years ago when I wrote on this site as EmiriiVamon. Unfortunately I can't access that account anymore so I'm reposting my work here. I will be updating it regularly, if you read it back in 2008 with new chapters.

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Chapter 3

Ron stared into the white walled room from the other side of the wall. It was magicked so he could see in but the people inside couldn't see out. Similar to the muggle two way mirror except the captor didn't know they were being watched at all. All that they saw was a wall. Inside the room a young girl sat among a pile of dull brown blocks. She appeared to be around 7 with pale chestnut hair that hung in knots around her face. Blue-gold eyes stared vacant at her meager excuse for entertainment

"He says this is the last one." Draco's voice floated from the doorway; Ron sighed his frustration.

"She's not that important. The fact that we took Potter and Granger's children is enough to break them."

Draco shrugged. "Orders, love." Ron's fist connected with the invisible barrier.

"Fuck the bloody orders! We don't need her!" Draco took the display without surprise. It was always the same with new toys. He didn't want to break them at first. The old Ron still clung inside; demanding he save them, protect them. Draco always had to remind him that by turning them to them they could protect them forever.

"Don't hurt your hand, doll." Draco stepped into the lit room to grab the offending fist. His hands ran over the reddened knuckles with soothing caresses. "She'll be one of our children soon. Don't forget that." Ron's head dropped to his Partner's shoulder. He knew. He knew that once she'd forgotten her hideous parents that had left her with sitters so they could run the Order with more control she'd be his newest daughter. Draco patted his cheek then slid out of the room to get something.

Behind him the booth wall had four 8x10 photos of smiling children. Marie Lupin had been the first, with her auburn and purple curly hair and fast changing eyes—they'd changed color every day. Her parents, Remus and Nymphadora, had been his first victims. Marie was in a psych ward now, he'd rescue her soon. Her parents had been selected for their undying devotion to hunting down werewolves in Voldemort's control. Now all they did was visit their daughter and research ancient magic's that could bring her back to them. Fat chance. Their locations were only known to the Minister himself at this point, even Harry had been cut off.

Neville Longbottom's son had been next. Ron had been very attached to tiny Walter. He'd had mousy curly hair that had hung in his eyes incessantly, it had only taken weeks to make him his. The four month wait had just been for show. Neville and his wife Sandy, who'd been a Hufflepuff a year under them, had been about to make a breakthrough on a potion that would reveal dark magic by being misted into the air. After Hogwarts they'd become famous for their ingenuity with plants and herbs and using them to track deatheaters, their hideouts and identifying people who were under the imperious. After Walter's disappearance they'd dropped off the map, refusing to help anyone and after the boy's return they'd gone into complete hiding, hoping time would heal their son. Ron smiled; he couldn't wait to see their faces when he was finally able to take him away again. They thought they could run and hide, but they couldn't, not from him.

Tanya had come next, she was Draco's favorite. The small thing had taken to her new lifestyle like a fish to water. After a month she'd been calling them "Father" and "Daddy" like she'd been born by them. Hermione had given up her Ministry job and all but stopped creating strategies for the Order by now. Once Harry found out Ron was sure he'd be peeved with her.

The last picture was of course James, and well Ron just couldn't be prouder of the hero's son. He'd been the toughest challenge; stripping him of all that ingrained Gryffindor pride had been difficult. But worth it.

Draco came into the small room with another photo in hand. The little girl from the isolation room smiled at Ron from the glossy muggle photo. Lucinda Thomas. Dean Thomas had risen to great heights after his Hogwarts years. So far in fact that he'd been elected Minister of Magic this past year and publicly announced the Order of the Phoenix as the lead offense against "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" Ron had been thrilled to hear that him and Lavender had gotten married after school. They were the last pillar of the resistance. And their daughter would be their downfall.

"Isn't she precious?" Draco breathed staring at the actual Lucinda on the white, sterile floor.

"Exquisite." Ron stated, slipping an arm around the blonde's waist. They'd begin today on creating one more daughter. In four months she'd be returned to her parents or what was left of her. In reality she'd belong to them. The plan was set to be completed in one years time. One year and they could bring their children home. One year and he'd get to face Potter as his son picked him over his own biological parent. They'd visit the children of course, send them presents that would infuriate their parents, but they couldn't leave them without contact. To long away and they might forget. This new molding technique was new and they had to make sure it went according to plan.

Draco jerked back to look up at him. "Oh! We have to quit early today."

"Why?" Ron said, getting irritated. He hated to be interrupted on a new project.

"Pansy and Ginny, love. Their seventh year anniversary is tonight. She's your sister so we'll definitely be missed." Draco rubbed circles on his back to soothe him.

Ron gritted. He almost wished Ginny hadn't decided to follow him here. She'd joined the Dark Lord a year after he did, clutching Pansy Parkinson for dear life. Ever since though the two had been as inseparable as Ron and Draco had been. Eight years. God. Ron rubbed his eyes. He'd been here eight years. It didn't feel like that long. He felt young still. And he was at 25 he was still considered young, but after everything he'd done in the past three he felt drained. It was almost over though and he and Draco could have what they wanted and the bloody Dark Lord would have his victory.

"Fine." Ron said, he leaned down to press a hard kiss to Draco's lips. Quickly it became all tongues and teeth, blood slid down the corner of Draco's mouth to drip off his chin when Ron bit down particularly on his lip. Draco groaned and pulled him closer, creating a delicious friction between the two robe clad men.

"Work." Ron growled stepping away.

"Yea, Yea. Excuses, excuses. " Draco teased opening the door to the White Room. Inside the small girl looked up at them as both men entered.

Defiance flashed in her eyes and Ron grinned inside. She was going to be a challenge.

"My father will have you arrested for this." She said clearly. Her speech was well developed for being only seven.

Draco smiled, it looked cruel on his pale face. "Only if he finds us, sugar."

Ron knelt down to look the tiny child in the eyes. "We are your family now, sugar. And you'll find that life will get easier once you remember that."

"Never. You work for the Evil Man. I demand to go home." Her voice quavered at the end, spilling tears down her cheeks.

Ron put a hand on the side of her cheek, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Oh, sugar, you are home."

Five families sat in the large conference room, that connected to the new Minister's office. Everyone was silent. Harry sat alone, Cho had died during childbirth so he was his only family. Remus and Tonks sat clutching each other looking furious to have been dragged out of hiding. Hermione and Viktor Krum sat together, but as far apart as the two chairs would allow. They'd split up after Tanya's return because Krum had seen on hope in her situation and was tired of dealing with Hermione and a daughter who didn't remember him. Neville and Sandy held hands quietly under the table, praying to Merlin this would be over soon so they could return to their daughter soon. Lastly, at the head of the table sat the Minister himself with his wife beside him. She'd been crying since the abduction and by look of her red swollen face it wasn't likely to stop. Dean was rigid in his chair, staring at the surrounding group of people, as if willing them to tell them where his daughter was.

"I'm assuming you all know why you're here." He said. He'd filled out since Hogwarts, growing to a full 6 feet, with broadened shoulders and dark brunette hair. Now though he looked caved in and defeated. He'd thought being the Minister gave him immunity. Apparently not.

"You want to know when you'll get your daughter back." Hermione said. Pain tightened her face. Tanya had gone further downhill and from the looks of the other parents no one else was faring much better.

"I've read the reports. I know when she'll be back." He spat, a fist slapping the oaken table for emphasis. "I want her back before then."

"Fat fucking chance." Nymphadora said. A sardonic smile had curved her face. Every parent at the table knew it was hopeless. The only reason they were there was to try and console the Minister with false hope.

"We'll see about that." Thomas said. "Now how about you tell me about the progress you've made with your own chlldren."

Harry's face crashed. He'd made no progress with James and was ashamed of his failure. His son wouldn't leave the room and insisted on clawing the face of anyone who called him James.

"What progress has there been?" Dean repeated to the silent table. "Remus?"

Remus looked at him with broken eyes. "None. Marie insists on being called Doll. Nothing else. She hates us. Won't speak to us unless it's to rage about how she'll be rescued soon."

The other parents nodded in sympathy. Neville looked up for the first time, "Walter insists on being called "Baby"." Sandy let out a sob and hid her face in her husband's shoulder.

"Kitten." Hermione whispered. "Tanya is kitten."

Harry gulped but spoke, "Pet is what James wants to be called."

With ever name Mrs. Thomas' sobs became louder. She began to see that there was no hope. Dean stood to ram both fists on the table. His face was red with fear, pain and tears.

"There must be something we can do!" He shouted. "I have the entire Ministry on my side!"

They all looked at him sadly, broken by months of pain and hopelessness.

"So did we." Harry said gesturing to everyone's drawn faces.

The Minister began to pace. "We can send out Aurors. Trace magic. Put out bulletins. Spys. Owls. Shut down travel routes."

"Been there." Hermione said.

"Done that." Harry finished.

"Then what the bloody fucking hell do we do!" Dean raged. His wife cowered in defeat.

"You wait Minister. Just like we did you wait." Remus' voice was small, but Dean heard him and it broke his heart. He knew it was true. All he could do now, was wait.