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 4
Ron's head was connected to the surface of his desk and didn't appear to be moving anytime soon. Ginny Parkinson closed the door behind her quietly and crept up behind her brother. As she neared his still form the telltale signs of sleep were present as his back rose and fell evenly. An open journal with uncorked an uncorked ink bottle proved he'd been documenting the days latest session with their girlie. Ginny reached out a hand to rest on his shoulder. Faster than the eye could catch he had her hand ensnared and was glaring up at her wide awake.
"Merlin Ginny, I almost snapped your wrist." He spat, getting up as if he hadn't been asleep a moment before.
"There are potions that would've fixed it quick." She replied sitting down at his desk. She glanced at the half finished notes.
Finally progress being made. She gave in after only half an hour of treatment. 9/21.
She called Draco daddy by accident today. Didn't even realize she was starting to give in. 9/24.
Those were the only things she saw before he snapped the journal shut with a glare in her direction.
"Nosy shrew. Where's your wife?" He said patting the top of her head. He knew she hated it when he treated her like a child.
"I could ask the same of you. He rarely leaves your pelvis when you guys have a project." She shot back. He grinned at her as he slid the leather bound book back in its place on the shelf. Four other journals lined the bookshelf as reference from the other children.
"Dray is setting up a trip. We're visiting Doll tonight." Ron sat on the black satin covered bed and looked at his baby sister. She'd grown up and he'd never really taken the time to notice. The Dark Mark was a brand on her right breast; he could see the top half of it over her blue blouse. Another tattoo wrapped around her wrist in a blatant pattern of possession. The runes spelled Pansy's name, marking her as the submissive in their relationship. Pansy's tattoo was on her upper forearm spelling Ginny's name. Her eyes had become a sharper grey and no longer held the innocence of Hogwarts. He guessed that was to be expected. At her and Pansy's anniversary party the month before she'd been glowing on her girlfriend's hip, but now it was obvious the signs of drug use. He knew she used Troll grass to get high, but the lines around her mouth and eyes, along with the puncture marks on her wrists suggested she'd been using Fairies Essence, which was a wizarding form of heroin, to reach the max of heightened senses.
"Are you doing okay here?" He asked finally.
"A little late in caring aren't you brother?" She smiled at him the hollows in her cheeks standing out under the candle light.
"Maybe. But you know what mom always said…"
"Better late then never." She finished. "I love Pansy, so I'm here to stay, but sometimes I miss home. Don't you?"
"Not really." Ron said. He looked around the bedroom he'd shared with Draco for almost a decade. "No I don't think I do."
"I'd never leave her, ya know Ronnie. I couldn't. We belong together." Ginny's voice grated on the end. Too many joints of grass scaring her throat.
"Lay off the drugs." He said. The old Ron rising to the surface. Protect. Protect. Protect.
"They help me deal with the Dark Lord. It's hard to be around him sometimes."
"I mean it." Protect her. Protect. Ron's head shouted at him to shake her as she sat there defiant against his order.
"Pansy doesn't mind." Ginny defended, rubbing the track marks unconsciously.
"I doubt Pansy knows how bad it is. You were always the best at glamours." Ron got up and went over to her to kneel down.
"You need to slow down, sweetie. I don't want you to get hurt." He moved her hands away from the scars. "I mean it."
Ginny stared at him with vacant eyes for a moment. "You can't tell me what to do anymore. I chose the Dark Lord. I chose this world and I'll handle those decisions as I see fit." She shoved him away and stood. "I only came by to see how YOU were holding up. Not me."
"I'm not a drug addict." He offered with a sarcastic flip to his voice. Ginny spun from the door and glared.
"No but you're a sadistic child brainwasher who uses torture as his main memory wiper. Which is worse?"
He grinned. "Yours. I'll survive mine."
She left with a slam of the door, leaving Ron alone. Fuck, now he was worried. Cursing his youngest sister he went in search of Pansy. He found her in the lower conference room surrounded by goblins who only came up to her knees. Cave goblins. Nasty fucks. Ron thought pushing through the milling miscreants.
Pansy stared at him in surprise. "What is it Ronald? I'm discussing a treaty here."
Ron decided to make this brief. It was almost two and he needed to get back to Sugar.
"Get Pansy off the drugs. We may be evil fucks but I don't want her dead."
Pansy's mouth hung open. Her heart shaped face in shock.
"A little grass doesn't hurt anyone Ronald." Anger was beginning to make its way into her features.
"Yea but Fairy Essence kills. Check her wrists. Don't be fooled by glamour."
Pansy's face went whiter than usual, her black bobbed hair contrasting. Her face went thin as she nodded. "Thanks. I'll deal with it."
Ron was already leaving when she thanked him. A goblin tried to bite his ankle and he kicked it across the room. Out side the chamber he breathed deep. Back to work.
Upstairs Draco was playing with Sugar. They had coloring books spread across the pink table in her Princess themed bedroom. She was beginning to wear down, but it was taking longer than he'd thought. He entered the room quietly, sitting down beside her on the floor.
"Hey sugar." He said picking up a green crayon.
She didn't correct her name this time, only smiled at him. She'd been having a good day. She'd gone shopping with Draco, played dress up and been given a kitten. If she kept being good then things would be okay. The pain could be avoided.
"Hi Father." Her voice only tripped alittle on the title and he knew she'd had to remind herself to call him that. Dammit, not done yet. He wanted her to call him that unconsciously, to only know him as father. Draco met his eyes, sharing his frustration.
"What are your parents names?" Ron asked, idly coloring in a turret on the castle in the book with the crayon in his hand. Sugar didn't answer; her face screwed up in concentration. The emerging child of the dark warring with her old self. After a few long minutes she spoke.
"My daddy's important; he makes laws and my mommy stays home with me. Her name is a color." Her voice shook with the terror of a child who knew what she was saying would get her in trouble. She scribbled at the Princess' face on the page with a black crayon, obscuring the smiling image.
Ron frowned, setting a hand on the small of her back. "No, Sugar. They're not your parents; Draco and I are. You keep forgetting that."
The tiny body shook under his hand. "I'm sorry Father. Sorry, sorry, sorry."
Draco stood, patting her head on his way out the door. "I'll leave you to it then. The Dark Lord wanted to speak with me anyway, hun."
Ron nodded, his attention focused on the tiny child in front of him. "Come on now, Sugar, let's go see if we can help you remember." She cried the entire walk down to the Punishment Room. Next time, she promised herself, next time she'd remember who her Daddy's were. They were her only family.
Dumbledore Psych Facility was located on a plot of land outside the city limits of London. It was affiliated with St. Mungo's but was run by a different Director. The building was untraceable and unless you had a reason to be there you couldn't find it. The building itself was an old unused castle that had been converted on the inside to look like almost every hospital in the world. Pasty white walls with ugly pink trim were meant to soothe the patient, white each bedroom was a puke worthy pale blue. Draco sneered at the walls, refusing to touch anything. He clung to Ron's arm like it was a lifeline in a sea of bad taste.
"They put her here!" He hissed, glaring at a passing nurse, even though she couldn't see them.
Ron grimaced. He was as upset with the surrounding as his husband. He'd though The Lupin's would at least pay for home nurses, but no they shoved her away like a painful memory. His arm tightened around Draco.
"I know love. I know."
"Let's take her home now. Obviously no one is going to miss her if they'd put her in this cesspool." Draco's voice rose an octave, but Ron didn't worry. The shield surrounding them hid them from sight and hearing. After he'd joined the Dark Lord he'd been combing the Riddle Library for any source of magic he could use that wouldn't be traced. He'd found the source in an old book, even Lord Voldemort didn't know he'd had. Daemonus Incantrus had been carved into the cover of the leather tome. Inside had been the answer to his prayers. A simple incantation on the correct aligning of stars allowed the user access to an untapped magic. The unseen force was just more powerful than what wizards were using and completely foreign to the Ministry so they'd have no idea how he worked his skills without a wand.
They reached the door with the marker "Lupin, Marie" on the outside. Ron held the forms of himself and Draco in his mind and made them insubstantial. They walked through the closed door and into the most hideous sight he'd ever beheld. Marie looked dead. She was laying on her bed, shackled, with a bright pink dress on covered in hideous ruffles. Her eyes stared vacant at the ceiling, as if she couldn't hear anything or see. Draco sucked in a scared breath, but Ron held him still when he went to lunge for her. Beside the bed a large, portly doctor sat with a clipboard floating beside him and his wand held firmly at her head.
"Now Marie: I'd like you to tell me your name." He said, flicking the wand.
"Doll" She was all the body said.
"Are you sure it isn't Marie?" He repeated softly.
"Doll" was all the lifeless looking body said.
The doctor shook his head sadly. "And your dress? Do you like it?"
"My daddy will kill you for putting it on me." She said. Draco giggled, "I sure as hell am."
The wizard flicked his wrist and a spasm caused the girl to arch her back off the bed in pain. The shackles creaked dangerously. Marie had turned 9 since they'd been gone and grown significantly.
"What is your name?" He said again. The quill scribbled across the page.
"Doll." Ron had had enough. No one touched his daughter. No one.
"Her name is Doll, you imbecile." Ron stepped away from the shield, letting it fade from his mind. He and Draco became visible. As the doctor leapt up, his wand was already flying from his fingers, even before he'd finished his incantation.
"Please don't. You'll only look more like an idiot." Ron drawled, snatching the wand, breaking it in half.
Draco stepped toward him. "You put her in that awful dress, didn't you. You pervert."
Doll's eyes were beginning to blink as consciousness returned. Her whole face lit up with delight as she spotted Ron at the foot of her bed. "Father!"
Ron patted her socked foot.
"Can I do it?" Draco asked. Doll turned her head and squealed at the sight of her blonde daddy.
"He's all yours." Ron replied, sitting at on the bed. "What do you think, Doll. Should the Doctor live?"
Doll stared at the quaking man with disinterest. "No, sir." She replied after a moments consideration. "He put me in this dress and makes me call those people who come Mom and Dad." Draco grinned, raising one pale hand.
"Wait! What do you want with us?" He screamed, backing into the farthest corner. His eyes darted like a caged animal; his stomach shivering under the too tight button-up.
"We don't want anything to do with you, Stupid. We're just here to visit out daughter." Draco said, flicking his wrist. The man began gasping for breath as Draco tightened his fingers. His hands raked at the invisible hands closing his throat, but it was no use. After a few more minutes of struggling he slumped into a heap on the floor—dead.
After he checked that the man was dead Draco turned back to find Doll unshackled and curled up on Ron's chest, arms wrapped securely around his neck. He smiled at the sight.
"Hey, Doll." He said sitting beside them, rubbing small circles on her back.
"I wanna come home." She mumbled into Ron's shirt. "Please, daddy's. I wanna go home!" Her voice cracked with sobs and Ron stared at Draco, shaking his head. As much as they wanted to it was too soon.
"Not yet, Doll. Soon though. Real soon, I promise." Draco pulled her shaking form into his lap and rocked her. No one would ever have pegged Draco Malfoy as the maternal type, but when it came to things he considered his there was nothing he wouldn't do for them. Or to get them.
Doll gripped the lapels of Draco's robes and it showed the amount of how torn he was that he didn't even chastise her.
They sat there for awhile, passing the girl back and forth, talking to her, consoling. As they tucked her now calm form back into the bed, Draco pulled her present from his pocket. A think chain with a large oval locket pooled into the small girls hands. She eagerly opened it and launched herself at both men. "Thank You!" she cried, putting the necklace over her small head. The locket hung past her chest but she didn't care. Inside was a picture of her fathers. Ron on the left. Draco on the right. Both smiling and waving at her.
Ron tucked her in again. "Now their going to try and take that away form you, but—" he hurried to console her broken face. "when they try it's going to hurt them. Theirs a charm on the necklace that no one can remove it but you. So never take it off okay?" She nodded.
"Bye father. Bye daddy." She said as they gave her a last hug and started to fade. Once they'd disappeared the door flung open to reveal the nurses who'd been attempting to open the barred door for the last hour. The younger blonde screamed and fainted at the sight of their dead doctor. The girl giggled at them and waved to the invisible pair who left in the confusion.
"What the fuck!" Harry screamed, throwing his glass at the Minister. Dean ducked the missile and continued.
"As I was saying. It seems they've been in contact with some of your children. The Lupins daughter Marie was the first."
Remus nodded at Harry to confirm.
"How do you know?" Harry asked, leaning forward, his breathing heavy.
"They killed her doctor and left a locket with her. With their pictures inside." Remus said.
"Where is it?"
"On 's impossible to remove." Nymphadora said, her head in her hands.
Harry blanched. Dear god, he thought.
"Who else?"
The minister cleared his throat. "AS I was saying! The Longbottoms son Walter was also left a locket, as well as Ms. Granger's daughter Tanys." All within the past month."
Harry stared around the now familiar office. Only himself and the Lupins had agreed to come. Hermione wouldn't barely speak to him anymore, let alone come over. She was only ever really at his house, when both children became too unbearable and they finally had to cave at their request to be together.
"So James is next." Harry said.
"Yes. Be on your guard and I'm doubling Aurors at your place."
"Fat lot of good that's gonna do us." Harry said. Lupin nodded his agreement.
They both knew he was grasping at straws. It had just cleared the two month marker for Lucinda and nothing had been discovered. All it was was another waiting game.