Chapter 4 – Consequences and Origins

There was a sudden ruckus at the table. As one, the men and women there stood, letting there chairs fall back on the ground. They pulled out their silver masks and adorned their faces with them. Picking up her cloak, Lucius wrapped her in it. All she could see were his eyes, and they were frightening. Taking her hand, Lucius motioned for her to precede him, and they all walked to the main hallway in the manor. Before Serena could turn and take a breath, she felt arms around her, pressing her into her employer. With a jolt, he apparated with her, to a spot just outside the gates of Hogwarts. Turning her around, he looked deep into her eyes.

"I was hoping that you weren't the one. But then, of course, you had to send this." Lucius pulled the communication ball out of his robes.

Serena's eyes widened in recognition. Dimly she heard shrieks in the school house. Dimly she saw Dumbledore fall off of the tower. The only thing she could register, though, was the fact that they had found her out. Doing the only thing she could think of, she ran.

Lucius turned to the other Death Eater that had apparated to where they were.

"Go get her Greyback. She is not to be harmed; she is the Dark Lord's property." Fenrir grinned at the admonition. This was going to be fun. He always liked the hunt, especially if it was a pretty female.

Fenrir had lusted after her from the first time he had seen her. He had heard that Bellatrix had had a child when she was young, and that the child had been snatched from her by the ministry. The only thing that Bella knew about the child was that it was female. She had never even gotten to look at her daughter. Fenrir had known when he had first laid eyes on Serena, who she was. The lost daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and an unnamed wizard, consequences of a drunken Slytherin house party when Bellatrix was in school. Serena's looks were breath taking, and her voice mesmerizing, but it was the intoxicating scent she gave off that told him everything. Serena had the same musky, tropical scent that Bellatrix had. The same blood flowed through her veins, and that was all that he had needed to identify her. He had told Lucius, and Lucius had given him the charge of looking after her. Many a night Fenrir had to fight the urge to take her for himself. When he had found out that she was a spy, he knew that he had to tell Lucius. Helping form the plan to catch her was the least he could do. Now, here he was, tracking this poor little witch, who was too scared to use her magic.

Tracking her through the forest, he found the train of her dress torn off and stuffed under some bracken. Further on, he saw the tattered cloak littering the forest floor. She was doing her best to hide her trail, but he scented her. Letting his animal instincts take over, Fenrir took to four paws. Knowing that he would get her eventually, he took his time and enjoyed this hunt.

Serena ran. She couldn't formulate the spells she needed to defend herself. As she ran, her skirt tripped her up. She reached down and ripped the train off of the dress. She quickly stuffed it in some bracken, hoping that it would deter whoever was sent after her. While running for what felt like an eternity, she dropped the cloak, and the jewels, along the path. Doubling back, she tried to find a place to hide, to get into the trees, anything to cause Fenrir to go off of the scent. Hearing the noises of whomever was tracking getting closer, Serena tried to put on a burst of speed. She saw, not far ahead, some blackberry brambles. 'They can't reach me there', she thought, and dove to the "safety" of the thorns and leaves. Calming her breathing, she shrank from any beams of moonlight that might be getting through, and waited.

Suddenly, Serena was ripped out from under the bushes.
"You're coming with me", she heard in her ear. Looking up she saw Fenrir grinning. She shuddered when the admonition came that the Dark Lord wanted her for himself. She could smell the lust that radiated off of Fenrir. Struggling, she struck Fenrir on the side of the face, the chest, any where her blows could reach. The maniacal wolf man just laughed.

"Serena, Serena, did you really think you could get away with it? And then to run, like a scared child. Not something I expected from one such as yourself." Fenrir drug her along the path, back toward Hogwarts and the destruction that was happening there.

Lucius was sneering as Fenrir drug Serena out of the forest. Roughly throwing Serena down at Malfoy's feet, he looked at Lucius.

"Here she is Malfoy. Take care with this one; she is quite the feisty girl." Fenrir grabbed Serena by the hair and forced her to look up at Lucius.

Bending down, Malfoy caressed her face with a silk gloved hand. Suddenly, he raised his hand back and smacked her. Serena whimpered. Realizing that she was stuck, for the time being, she tried to think of a spell or anything that she could do protect herself. Malfoy leaned close to her, his breath smelling of peppermint, his eyes cold.

"I wish I could have you myself...you would be an interesting conquest. But, I will tell you this now, you will NOT run again. If you do, your life will be forfeit. Do you understand me?" He cupped her chin and forced her eyes to his.

Serena nodded, reluctantly. She was worried what might be in store for her. Seeing her agreement, Lucius took her by the arm and pulled her roughly to her feet. Pulling her in to him, he forced her again to look at him. Suddenly, he had her in a crushing embrace. His mouth was insistent upon hers, forcing her full lips open to accept his tongue. Serena couldn't struggle, and didn't know what to do. Strange feelings welled up in her, feelings of disgust, and hate, coupled with the feelings of longing, lust, and desire. Not sure of what to do, she let her hands come up and rest gently on Malfoy's arms. Once he pulled away, he seemed to notice that tender gesture that she had made.

"Come, we must get you to the Dark Lord", he whispered in her ear, huskily. She could see the mixed emotions flicker over his face for an instant. Looking at Fenrir, she saw hatred in the werewolf's face. Raw emotions flickered there, with the man barely able to hold them back.

In the next instant, they had disapparated.