"I wouldn't worry so much, sweet." Bellatrix cooed as she stood beside Narcissa, both sisters hovered above Maia who was laid out on her bed, her dress pulled just below her breasts to expose her naked stomach.
"I feel like I've failed, Daphne is already pregnant with her third child." Maia whispered sadly as she covered her burning cheeks. Bellatrix moved to sit by her head and run her fingers through Maia's wild locks.
"I've never been able to produce an heir. You will make perfect little Black witches and wizards and they will be my dollies just like you." Bellatrix cooed as Narcissa rubbed a liberal amount of salve on Maia's exposed stomach.
"I had a dreadful time trying to produce and heir, the Malfoys weren't careful with their matches. I had to use a little magic to help Lucius along, you know." Narcissa sniffed delicately as she focused on her task of rubbing the minty substance into her daughter-in-law's skin. "Draco will have a much easier time because he is mostly Black."
"Yes, Black witches are very fortunate, Abraxus got down on his hands and knees begging for one of us to marry his heir." Bellatrix cackled as she relaxed against the headboard, continuing her soothing strokes through Maia's hair.
"Neither of you...never mind." Maia said softly, averting her eyes to watch Narcissa massage her womb.
"No, I never loved Lucius. I'm fond of him...I suppose. I've only loved once but after his death, I took over Andromeda's responsibility." Narcissa sighed sadly, Bellatrix nodded sympathetically.
"You are quite lucky, dolly." Bellatrix said softly, an innocent smile blooming on her face. "We Black witches are usually cursed to love but once and..."
"Who did you love, Mummy?" Maia asked softly, turning to face Bellatrix. The older witch gave her a beaming smile, just as she did every time Maia called her that title with such affection.
"Your father. It was not meant to be, I was already married to Roddy...but you." Bellatrix smirked at the look of shock on Maia's face. They didn't talk about her father often, even less about her mother. It was too painful, they said. His death still weighed heavily on them, they all felt guilty about Regulus's death.
"But you, my little dove...are quite lucky to have found a match in Draco. Are you ready?" Narcissa asked softly as she raised her wand over her stomach, now thoroughly caked with the salve.
"Yes." Maia nodded with much more confidence then she felt.
"Gravidum!" Narcissa intoned above her, Maia felt a jolt rush through her womb before her entire stomach flared to life in soothing warmth. She heard Bellatrix gasp and opened her eyes hesitantly to find a soft green glow emanating from her stomach.
"My dolly is going to have a dolly!" Bellatrix broke the stunned silence by calling out joyfully before she pulled the stunned Maia into her arms in a tight hug. Narcissa sniffled as she joined her sister in the embrace.
"I'm..." Maia gasped, a bright smile blooming on her face as he tentatively touched her stomach.
"Oh, let's clean you up." Narcissa said with a watery smile as she pulled back and with a flick of her wand, the salve dissolved, leaving her skin dry and smooth.
"I have to tell Draco!" Maia shrieked as she jumped from the bed a ran from the room. Bellatrix and Narcissa linked their arms together and followed at a much more sedate pace to Lucius's study.
"Yes?" Draco spoke first as his wife stormed into the study where he was sharing a drink with his father and friends. Wordlessly she jumped into his lap, wrapping herself around him and kissed him passionately. While stunned, Draco had no complaints of his wife showing her affection so his hand moved to cup her backside and adjust her so that she straddled his lap.
"Propriety." Lucius grumbled under his breath while Draco's friends wolf whistled and clapped their approval.
"Thought this was newlywed behavior." Vincent nudged Greg with a smirk as Theo and Blaise shared a knowing smile.
"Now, really Maia! What have I said about making a spectacle of yourself? You as well, Draco! To act so wanton in mixed company!" Narcissa chided the amorous couple with a small smile as she lead her sister into the room. Draco waved them off rudely and continued running his hands through his wife's curly hair, enjoying her so-called 'wanton' behavior. Maia had to pull herself back, albeit reluctantly, to grin manically down at her husband's flushed face.
"What did I do to deserve such a warm welcome?" Draco purred, ignoring everyone else in the room. His heart felt like it would explode through his chest, never having seen his wife look so happy. Maia gently took his hand from her backside and slowly moved it so that it covered her flat stomach, she licked her lips as she took a deep breath.
"It worked." Maia whispered biting her lip to stop herself from laughing at her husband's confused expression.
"Worked?" Draco repeated slowly looking from his hand to his wife's face with an arched brow. The blonde was by no means a stupid man, in fact he was known to be quite intelligent, second in his year only behind the brightest witch of their age. Realization brightened his eyes as he opened his mouth in shock. "It worked!"
"It worked!" Maia cried out happily as Draco suddenly jumped up from his seat, keeping an arm wrapped tightly around his wife to support her as the other grabbed a fistful of her wild hair to pull her face down to his and kissed her roughly. She laughed in his mouth as she wrapped her legs and arms around him tightly, forgetting that they weren't alone.
"An heir!" Draco whispered against her lips, feeling victorious and fulfilled. He would have every part of her, her heart, mind, innocence, and now he would be the father of her children. Little blonde curly haired know-it-alls as a symbol to let the world know who she belonged to.
"An heir!" Lucius nodded his head and raised his glass to the couple. Narcissa and Bellatrix didn't miss the slight tightening of his jaw and they both narrowed their eyes. As her husband, Narcissa gave him a very long leash but she knew he was never happy about Draco marrying Maia. She, her sister, and Draco never even told him of Maia's true origins. It was a Black family matter and even if they were married, he would never be privy to such secrets.
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"Draco, I don't like this." Blaise watched as one of his oldest friends magically bound his stunned wife to a chair.
"Would you rather I tell Bella? Really, I would fucking kill her if she wasn't your wife." Draco shrugged dismissively as he took the black bag full of potions from Mipsy.
"Blaise, we would do the same for you." Theo said soothingly, his face was sympathetic but he still had his wand at the Italian's neck.
"You would tie up your wives and drug them for my wife?" Blaise snorted incredulously, seething as his friend worked with unnerving coolness.
"Did we not go before the Dark Lord for your wife's family, even though you know how far back the blood feud between our families go?" Draco asked, turning his cold grey eyes to Blaise for the first time since he stunned the redhead.
"Yes and I'm eternally grateful but you're holding me at wand point in my own home! Your psychotic house elf has some how subdued my own elves and now you're going to interrogate my wife!" Blaise thundered, biting his tongue as Theo applied more pressure to the wand at his throat.
"Would you rather us stun you too? Your wife knew that there was a plan to abduct Maia! Who the fuck does she spend all her time with, Blaise? It's certainly wasn't your fucking wife who was taken hostage and went into labor a month early because of it!" Theo roared, pressing himself so close he was spitting in his friend's face.
"Fuck you! It's her family! What would you do?" Blaise demanded as he wiped the spittle away with his sleeve.
"I got down on my fucking knees and begged for clemency for her fucking family, that's what I did! Then I got fucking tortured for it but that wasn't enough was it?" Theo roughly shoved Blaise down into the high wing back chair and waved his wand, securing his arms and legs with powerful sticking charms. "Oh no! After the lovely Ginevra's family goes and commits treason, I have to set up a whole new fucking department just to save her damn brothers."
"Would you both shut the fuck up?" Draco shouted, rolling his eyes at the pair. "Blaise, your wife not only betrayed you and played you for a fool, she fucking used you. You went out and used your oldest friends to ensure the safety of her family and this is how she repays you."
"Just fucking get on with it!" Blaise snapped, glaring angrily down at his lap, feeling powerless and hurt.
"Enneverate." Draco hissed, waving his wand over the bound redhead. Ginny's brown eyes snapped open and she let out a startled squeak, her entire body jerking as she was revived.
"What the hell, Draco!" Ginny screamed, pulling violently at her magical bindings. Her face turned red with exertion, rocking the chair on two legs before she toppled over. With an animalistic scream of fury she looked to the men around her and saw her husband bound and refusing to look at her.
"Are you done?" Draco said drolly, rocking back on his heels with his hands in his pockets, looking perfectly at ease. She knew better, Draco was known for being ruthless in interrogation.
"Blaise, make them stop!" Ginny demanded, breathing heavily in her upturned chair.
"Red, just tell them what they want to know. They promised not to hurt you." Blaise said through gritted teeth as he closed his eyes, his friends accusations echoing in his head.
"Fine! I didn't do anything wrong, I told them that if they touched her Draco would gut them and use they organs for quidditch practice." Ginny slumped over, closing her eyes as Theo leaned forward to lift her chair and set it on four legs.
"So, you won't mind us using a little truth serum." Draco purred as he grabbed a small phial with clear liquid. Ginny's eyes widened and she swallowed audibly.
"I was in the order for six months...before I married Blaise. I'm under oath to not speak of anything I learned. I..." Ginny faltered as Draco and Theo shared a predatory smile.
"A bit of paper? Had to sign it...quite like your little army?" Draco asked with a smug smirk as Ginny lost all color in freckled face.
"How did you know?" Ginny demanded, her eyes wide in fear.
"I've interrogated plenty of wayward order members...quite ingenious, the contract." Draco nodded, tapping his wand against his chin.
"Granger was quite brilliant, too bad she was a mudblood." Theo shrugged dismissively as he leaned back on the sofa, his arms crossed over his chest. "Focused, localized obliviate, a tongue tying jinx, AND the little pimple curse."
"That Ravenclaw still has the scars. Even the Dark Lord was impressed at her ruthlessness. Only fifteen and permanently scarring a girl for life?" Draco whistled appreciatively as he uncorked the phial.
"Hermione is brilliant! She always kicked your arse!" Ginny snarled, trying to lunge at the blonde in front of her.
"It's to bad Aunt Bella killed her filthy muggle parents and proceeded to tear her apart." Draco leaned over the redhead that was practically vibrating with rage. "Hermione Granger is dead, she's never coming back."
"I-" Ginny shut her mouth quickly as there was brief flicker of some emotion in Draco's cold grey eyes, he covered it quickly as he stood straight.
"Open." Draco ordered, holding the potion phial aloft.
"No." Ginny said through tight lips and shook her head vehemently, Draco just smiled cruelly and raised his wand.
"Gin! Open your fucking mouth!" Blaise snapped harshly, Ginny looked to her husband in surprise to find him staring at Draco with fear. After a deep breath she tipped her head back, opening her mouth.
"Good girl." Draco cooed condescendingly, making Theo chuckle as the blonde let three drops fall on her tongue. Blaise lowered his head after seeing his wife's eyes glaze over and her face relax. "You are Ginevra Molly Zabini née Weasley?"
"Yes." Ginny said absently in a strangely hollow voice.
"When were you born?" Draco asked after a moment, watching his friend's slumped and defeated posture.
"11 August 1981." Ginny replied in the same hollow voice, Blaise nodded his head, letting Draco know it was working.
"Where's my wife?" Draco demanded, they relaxing back in his seat to watch silently with Blaise.
"I don't know."
"Did you know of any plot to abduct my wife?"
"I heard whispers, they didn't talk about order business in front of me after I married Blaise."
"Potter had a port key that shredded the wards. Where did he take my wife?"
"I don't know."
"Do you know anything about a port key?"
"Harry said he had a last resort. A port key to take him to Black island." Draco frowned, he was the heir, well technically his wife now heiress, but no one ever told him of any island.
"Where is this island?"
"Unplottable."
"What do you know about the island?"
"That its warm and Harry has it stocked so that the order could live there for years."
"Years? What else."
"Only that he wanted me to get clothes."
"How was everyone supposed to get to the island?"
"I don't know, Harry just said he had a port key. The order never discussed it while I was a member."
"When we're you sent for clothes?"
"After I graduated, he sent me to get wardrobes for the entire order." Blaise let out a startled breath.
"How did you pay for that?" Blaise demanded, he clenched his fists in his bindings.
"Blaise gave me access to his vault."
"Were you using Blaise." Draco took over once again
"In the beginning, Blaise protected me at school. He pursued through seventh year, I hoped I could protect my family."
"Was our marriage a lie?" Blaise croaked, cutting off Draco's questioning again.
"In the beginning but I fell in love with Blaise."
"What was your exit strategy? Pureblood marriages are magically binding."
"I didn't agree to any binding vows, I persuaded him to have a nearly muggle ceremony."
"So, you could run off with Potter "
"Yes."
"How do you feel that Potter ran off to some tropical island with Draco's wife? That he's-" Blaise shouted but closed his mouth quickly when he saw Draco's jaw twitch in irritation.
"I don't care."
"Why don't your care?"
"I love Blaise."
"Well..." Theo waved his wand and lifted the magical bindings in his Italian friend.
"If you want to have her branded for life just ask about her time in the order...the potion will wear off in about five minutes." Draco checked his pocket watch absently, unable to look at his friend. Blaise was hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared mutely at the floor.
"Mate, if you need us...send an owl. We'll be there for your marking tonight." Theo said hesitantly as he joined Draco and they left the couple alone.
-0-
"Welcome, welcome!" The Dark Lord said jovially, once again wearing his youthful glamour as he sat on his throne in front of his assembled followers. His death eaters cheered, raising their wands in recognition before taking their seats. Rows of pews lined the large ball room, giving off an air of formality. There would be no revel tonight. "I know, I gave Draco and Bella a week to enjoy the spoils of our plunder, however! Your Lord is forgiving and values the sanctity of blood!"
"Laudem!" His followers cried out as he paused, raising their wands to show reverence. Draco and Bella sat in the front row, both glaring at the three Weasley brothers bound and silenced beside the platform. Blaise sat between Draco and Theo, freshly marked and still feeling slightly nauseous days later. They never broached the topic of his wife with Blaise, nor had they seen her. The Italian would be leading a kind of workshop to teach new techniques and spells to snatchers and lower level death eaters so the silenced never lingered.
"So, we have shown these young men where the road leads if they follow the dangerous path of their father. Now, it is time to offer them a new path!" Voldemort cried out dramatically as his followers applauded his genius. "Miss. Parkinson, Miss. Bulstrode, and Miss. Flint if you would come forward!"
Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, and Magnolia Flint slowly approached the risen platform where they kneeled. The three women could not be any different. Pansy was voluptuous, she had very short dark hair, a severely upturned nose and permanent sneer. She tried to keep an indifferent mask on her face but all she could feel was burning hatred that her father offered her for this experiment. Millicent Bulstrode was always the largest girl at Hogwarts, with her wide shoulders and thick ropey muscles, she was universally mocked by the other more deinty girls. Her stature and thick skin gave her a place in the Dark Lord's army, she wasn't in the inner circle but she was revered as one of the toughest fighters amongst the average soldier. Magnolia Flint was a waif, her dark hair was stylishly coifed and she kept her blue eyes averted. While she felt resentful that her father offered her up to take on this responsibility at only sixteen, she would not complain, not show her displeasure. She knew her place as a good pureblood daughter.
"These girls are the epitome of good pureblood daughters, for generations we have come into conflict in finding suitable matches for our children. I, along with their fathers, have decided that they will be rewarded for their morals and integrity!" The Dark Lord smiled charmingly as the applause echoed through the room. "Bring them forward!"
"Here, MiLord!" Greyback cackled gleefully as he dragged the three bound Weasley men onto the platform. While Fred and George looked resigned and even a little hopeful, Ron was fighting his captor furiously. The werewolf laughed as he back handed the youngest son, making him fall to his knees.
"Fenrir!" Voldemort snapped, his eyes flashing red momentarily. Greyback stiffened and looked up at the Dark Lord guiltily. "What did I tell you about bruises?"
"Sorry, MiLord. Won't happen again." Greyback bowed his head and slowly backed away from the platform.
"Now!" The Dark Lord clapped his hands with a twisted smile. "With help from these young ladies, I feel these men can be redeemed. Is this not what the late Albus Dumbledore preached so adamantly?"
"Laudem!" His followers cheered in unison as he chuckled darkly. With a wave of his wand he lifted the silencing charm on the closest of the brothers, one of the twins.
"Which one are you?" The Dark Lord hissed and waved him closer, the redhead stumbled slightly, casting a nervous glance at his brothers.
"George." He said boldly, squaring his shoulders. "George Fabian Weasley."
"George Fabian Weasley." Voldemort smirked as he tapped his chin thoughtfully. "You have a choice today, Mr. Weasley. One last chance, you can join a good respectable family. Follow a pure woman into the light and seize your destiny. Or..." The Dark Lord offered silkily before trailing off waving his hand dismissively.
"It's that or death?" George asked in an even voice, surprising himself. The crowd stiffened at the audacity of the ginger man but the Dark Lord chuckled throatily.
"Not exactly. You have a choice between a life where you could go back to your business with your brother, have a pure woman at home to assist you. Join your equals and help bring our world into the new millennium!" The Dark Lord said passionately, his followers screamed their approval, wands were raised and lit throughout the room.
"I accept." George said after taking a deep, calming breath. Ron was squirming on the ground, opening his mouth to object but found himself still silenced.
"Good choice, Mr. Weasley. Remember, I am not forcing you to join my forces. I'm not even forcing you to choose a side...I'm offering you a chance at a life. Was your precious Dumbledore ever so generous?" Voldemort asked mockingly with a cruel smile, George shuddered and chose to keep his silence. With a wave of his hand Millicent Bulstrode stood and lumbered forward to stand beside George silently.
"Thank you, MiLord." Millicent said in a surprisingly feminine voice, George actually paused to stare at the girl he loved to mock in school. She definitely changed since he last saw her, growing into some of her more masculine features. Her jaw wasn't quite as hard, her hair was tamed, and the light silk dress showed off her hourglass shape.
"Join hands." The Dark Lord commanded, the couple wordlessly grabbed hold of the other's hands, surprising each other as they held on as if their life depended on the simple interaction. With a swift wave of his wand a white ribbon of light tied them together before sinking into their skin. "You will of course have a traditional bonding ceremony, if you so choose."
"Thank you, MiLord." Millicent bowed her head, George seemed frozen at her side. With a quick squeeze to his hand, George followed suite humbly bowing his head in thanks. Wordlessly, George's new betrothed dragged him from the stage to join her mother and father.
"Frederick Gideon Weasley." The Dark Lord's lips curled into a taunting smile as he waved his wand, dispelling the silencing spell. He opened his mouth to restate his offer but Fred leapt forward, his head bowed.
"I thank you for your offer and if it's the same as my twin I humbly accept." Fred said in a rushed breath, not daring to look up. Ron squirmed, loudly slamming his feet onto the stage to try and gain his brother's attention but Fred couldn't look at him.
"Very good. I did hear you were smart." The Dark Lord leaned back in his throne with a smirk, with a subtle nod, Magnolia Flint rose to stand beside Fred.
"Thank you, My Lord." Magnolia said demurely as she curtsied, needing no invitation she grasped Fred's hand in her own.
"So, eager." Voldemort purred as he repeated the process of summoning the white cord, with a satisfied nod.
"Up you get!" Greyback smirked as he roughly pulled the irate redhead to his feet and shoved him towards his master. With a simple flick of his wand, Voldemort released the silencing spell on the youngest Weasley son.
"I'll never bow before you!" Ron spat as soon as he felt the spell lift from his vocal cords. Death eaters jumped to their feet in an uproar, screaming for justice. Draco and Theo exchanged knowing smirks, the dark haired former Slytherin brought Draco into his office to consult on the new house. Hoping to take his friends mind off his missing wife. It didn't work until Theo offered to let Draco design Ron Weasley's daily regimen, the blonde took great pleasure in ensuring that even if his fate would seem to be any man's dream, the red head would be miserable.
"Really?" The Dark Lord raised a brow in challenge as he waved his wand, forcing Ron to his knees. "You really believe I couldn't force you? Think you're will is so strong I could never bend it?"
"Ye-no..." Ron shuddered as he kept his head held high, staring defiantly back Voldemort, the Dark Lord only smiled mockingly before nodding his head.
"Very well, option two. Looks like your services will not be needed, Miss. Parkinson." The Dark Lord chuckled darkly as he clapped his hands, Greyback was dragging Ron off the stage before the redhead could even object. The werewolf successfully silenced the redhead and was holding him tightly in front of him to watch the proceedings. Pansy tried not show her immense relief at not having to take care of the idiotic blood traitor while the rest of the death eaters looked disappointed that there would be no bloodshed.
"Thank you My Lord, for the opportunity to do your will." Pansy curtsied, hiding the smug smile on her face she turned away to to join her family.
"You have all pleased me." The Dark Lord purred as he descended from his platform, the room kneeled as he walked down the wide aisle. "Your Lord is always looking to the future, to expand!"
"Laudem!" The unanimous cheer echoed throughout the great room, wand tips blazed with light in their agreement.
"You see how he fights?" Voldemort waved his hand towards the irate redhead, furiously squirming in Greyback's hold. "Imagine how his sons will fight for what is right when they are properly educated! Obviously, strong magic still runs through their veins so while his brothers are providing us with entertainment...maybe some new weapons for the cause, Ronald Billius Weasley will be providing us the soldiers who will be on the front lines to show the world our power!"
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"What did he mean by that?" Ron asked the werewolf hoarsely as they stood alone outside the lavish manor house that Voldemort called home and headquarters. He sat on the ground, his hands bound behind his back as he looked up at the werewolf.
"You're going to be living the dream, Ducky!" Greyback smiled lecherously as he took a deep pull off his cigarette. Ron still looked confused and the werewolf leaned nonchalantly against the stone wall, chuckling. "You're not bent, are ya?"
"No!" Ron gasped, his face flushing a deep red as he squirmed, trying to loosen the bonds on his wrists.
"None of that, you're not going anywhere." Greyback shrugged dismissively tossing the cigarette to the ground and crushing it under his heel. "It means you, Ducky, are going to be swimming in fanny."
"Swimming...in fanny?" Ron's eyes widened comically as he momentarily stopped fidgeting.
"That's right. Little Nott has been setting it up, you're going to be the first of the new house. MiLord will be breeding a new army, with magic...oh, so many things are possible." Greyback sighed happily as he looked around for something. "I'm not privy to all the details but Lucius loves his pillow talk."
"You...and Malfoy?" Ron choked out, his face turning slightly green at the mental image, Greyback barked in laughter, throwing his head back.
"While I'm sure with all that luscious hair I could make him scream like a bitch from behind...he's not my type. I like my bitches a bit more...feral." Greyback smiled roguishly, his yellowed teeth making him look even more animalistic. "Lucius isn't too choosy though, likes to dip into my pack around the full moon. My bitches are wild when they're in heat!"
"Uh.." Ron cringed, totally bewildered at having such a conversation with his captor. A rusted blue pick up truck was driving towards them on the dirt road. Ron became even more confused when the truck rolled to a stop in front of them and Greyback eagerly hopped away from the wall. With surprising strength the werewolf lifted Ron from the ground by his ropes and roughly shoved him in the bed of the truck before climbing in on the passengers side.
"'Ello Remus." Ron heard Greyback greet the driver with his barking laugh.