A/N: Okay time for Chapter Twelve! I would like to thank everyone who added me to their alter list, it makes me really happy. On that note if you have any comments please don't be afraid to speak up I am always looking to better my story and quite a few of the plot twists have been suggested by readers and I love to hear from you all. This chapter deals with some seriously adult subjects although I tried to clean it up as much as I could for FFN if you would like to read the unedited story please look for me on AFF it is about twice as long lol. I hope you all enjoy!

Finding Draco Malfoy

Chapter Twelve

The twice told tale

It was cold, and dark, Pansy didn't know she could feel this defeated , the brunette curled her naked body in on it's self caressing her bruised thighs. She ached all over, and it felt like her head was going to split in two, it felt like the torture had lasted all night, the bed around her was soaked in blood the sheets clung to her skin in a wet sticky mess. She heard the click of a lock somewhere across the vast darkness that was her bed room. Soon the floppy ears of one of her house elves came in to view. Mitsy was carrying a small bowl of water and a clean rag, another smaller elf walked behind her carrying new sheets and a clean dark blue ball gown.

"The mistress wishes to see you Miss." Mitsy squeaked, bowing low and making the water slosh about in the bowl.

Pansy nodded and attempted to pull the soaked sheets from her exhausted body, "You will help me wash, I don't think I am up to it." Pansy said wincing as the sheets pulled at her bare skin.

"Of course Miss." Mitsy replied shaking her head, large ears flopping with it.

Pansy sighed as her abused flesh was wiped with the warm water, and the wet sheets were taken away, one of the elves now filling the room lit a few candles casting a warm glow over the familiar room. She could almost pretend that it had all been a bad dream now that the sheets were stripped and her body no longer reeked of blood and cum. But the constant ache between her legs and throbbing from the various wounds on her extremities and back reminded the brunette that not only was this real, it could happen again at any moment. She stiffened again and refused to let herself relax in to the normality of having her hair brushed and her corset tightened by the elves. Her mother wanted her, her salvation may yet be in sight, Lady Cassandra Parkinson doted on her only child, and she never missed a chance to save her some hardship. Lord Parkinson was a hard man and had not taken kindly to lacking an heir, it was an open secret in their family that her father took lovers, he said to was to attempt to produce an heir, Pansy was sure it was to destroy her mother's self esteem. The brunette had always known her father disliked her, he made no attempt to hide his feelings in private, but what had happened last night had been unprecedented, he had handed her over to the Death Eaters… he had joined in himself. Pansy felt a tear slip down her cheek and hurriedly wiped it away, she had to be strong for her mother.

Pansy stood and let the soft taffeta caress her skin as her dress was paced over her head, the first thing she noticed looking down at the opulent fabric was that her bruised wrists were almost the same shade of blue. Shaking her head she arranged the three quarter length bell sleeves in to a cascade just above her wrists, the delicate lace trim caressed her bruises and hid the many lacerations covering her bicep from view. Turning in place Pansy considered her image reflected in the full length mirror, she was paler than usual, and her lips were kiss bruised, but otherwise you could not see any exterior signs of her harrowing night. Her dark hair was swept from her face in an intricate braid hiding the small bloody bald spot where one particularly sadistic Death Eater had taken a fist full of her hair.

Pansy smoothed the pleats of her voluminous dress and followed Mitsy out of her room. The walk which took them down four corridors and two stair cases ended some minutes later on the first floor of Parkinson Manor in front of her mother's personal sitting room. The stark white of the sitting room had always bothered Pansy, it seemed cold even with a roaring fire in the large marble grate. Lady Cassandra Parkinson sat perfectly still in a plush velvet arm chair situated halfway between the door and hearth; her long black hair was pulled in to a intricate quaff atop her head and her crystal blue eyes took in the sight of her only Daughter with what Pansy new to be horror. She had never seen her mother look at her with something less than Jubilation, this new emotional turmoil made Pansy wary. Her mother stood with grace, and waved a hand to dismiss Mitsy, the elf bowed herself out and closed the heavy doors; Pansy stood stock still staring in to her mothers sorrow filled eyes.

"Oh Pansy baby." Her mother's voice whispered as she flung her arm wide.

Pansy flung herself forward faster than she had ever moved and snuggled close to her mother's chest, weeping in relief. She was safe now.

"It was so horrible mother, so primal and there were so many of them! I hurt all over and I must have lost a pint of blood." Pansy sobbed as the two women lowered themselves to the floor still embracing. Her mother made soothing noises in the back of her throat and squeezed Pansy tighter.

"Oh my beautiful girl, we must leave this house. Your father has terrible things planned for both of us the likes of which will make last night pale in comparison." Cassandra whispered close to her ear.

"I have instructed Mitsy to bring your things to a muggle hotel not far from here, there you will meet Lady Zabini she will take you to her estate until Albus Dumbledore can be contacted. You must tell the order everything you know about the manor Pansy." Cassandra finished with a broken sob.

"Why are you talking like this mother?" Pansy asked terrified.

"Pansy your father has a strong binding spell on me, it was a precaution after Lady Malfoy escaped… if not for his distraction this night you too would be bound to this manor." Her mother finished tears running down her pale cheeks.

Suddenly Pansy felt a small object being forced in to her hand as her mother's body was thrown from her, Pansy felt the all too familiar pull at her navel and with one resounding shrieking "no!" she was landing in a posh hotel room hundreds of miles away from her home and her mother.

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Harry was sleeping peacefully for the first time in days when a loud obnoxious knocking on his bedroom door. His green eyes blinked blearily and he just stared for a moment at the now constantly shaking door. He could barely hear Blaises' urgent voice calling him over the racket. Standing Harry shuffled over to the pounding door, and turned the handle, immediately he was assaulted with an arm full of a very flushed Draco and the sight of an irate Blaise. Harry stumbled a bit under the wheight of the blond man in his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Can I help you two?" He asked keeping his fatige just under the surface, something had obviously upset his friends.

"Harry it's horrible they hurt here and her mother is stuck and what are we to do?" Draco exclaimed pulling out of Harry's arms and pacing the hallway.

"Umm… who… what?" Harry asked trying to get a better feel on the situation, Blaise grabbed hold of Draco to halt his pacing and Harry gave him a nod of thanks.

"Pansy Parkinson, she and her mother were attacked in their home tonight, the attack was sanctioned and participated in by Lord Parkinson. Pansy has escaped and is with my mother, Lady Parkinson is trapped in Parkinson Manor bound there by a ward. Pansy wishes to join us here and requests that we save her mother from the Death Eaters." Blaise finished looking at Harry with pleading eyes.

"Can we trust her? What if this is a trap set by Lucifer?" Harry queried wincing as Draco's face fell.

"Of course we can trust her, Pansy my have written my father about our friendship, but that was to save her mother, if Cassandra's life is on the line Pansy will not turn against us." Draco almost shouted, it was obvious that he was still greatly hurt by Pansy's betrayal.

Harry nodded and turned to go back in to his bed room. "I'm going to dress, you get everyone up and have them meet in my room, we need to plan somewhere we won't be over heard by our visitors."

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The night was encroaching upon her, she was sure a monster was lurking in her armoire. Her little blond head was barely visible over the volumes of fabric that made up her bed linen, she peeked her pretty blue eyes over the comforter and let out a little scream. Her mother was floating high in the air outside her window, the woman's hair was red with blood and her mouth was limp in death. The shadowy figure that had been thus far hiding in the shadows as Pipa coward kreeped towards her bed, it's pasty skin and red slit eyes causing the little girl to scream once again. A dark smile crept over the monsters face, it leaned over the small child and whispered a barely audible, "Well hello Pretty" before ripping her from her bed. Pipa Gregory was five years old, terrified and most certainly a muggle.

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Severus cringed as his mark burned with a vengeance, he was in the attic sitting with a precarious patient. In his hand he held a neglected potions digest opened to the same page it had been since he opened it an hour before. Poppy was fast asleep a few cots away and her gentle breathing made the room feel much more tranquil that he thought was possible with the searing pain in his arm. He was unsure of what he should do, normally he would go straight to Albus when his mark was active, but after what happened at the ministry… he was unsure that anyone would care what Albus said. It seemed his only choice, as much as it made him cringe, was to go to Potter about this news.

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Pansy curled in to herself and wept for her mother, she knew the evils her father was capable of, the evils Greyback would so lovingly administer. They were brutal animals, they had no compassion, and felt her mother was worth no more than a whore. Lady Zabini hugged her close and rocked slightly as they reclined on an overstuffed chaise, and waited for the Order of the Phoenix to fire call. Pansy was sure Draco would help her, no matter how upset he was with her decision to write his father, we would never leave her mother to this terrible fate, never allow Blaises Mother to endanger herself to care for Pansy.

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