Family First Chapter 2: December 16 Part 2

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Warning: This chapter contains talk of spanking

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They hadn't taken 5 steps before they heard the scream. Like the yelling before, the door, most likely made out of some type of cheap plywood, couldn't contain the sound. Both Malfoy's paused, Lucius looking back at the house, and Draco looking to his father, reading his face for direction. The older man was trying to piece together what was going on, in his head.

Severus had complained about the boy every time he got the chance. While he most definitely exaggerated his claims, every child in the Wizarding world knew that Harry Potter was supposed to live like a little prince (or Malfoy) in his muggle home. There certainly shouldn't be reason for him to scream like that. Of course, the boy could just be being dramatic about a punishment. Perhaps his relatives were giving him a well-deserved smacking? Merlin knows had Draco acted like that in front of Lucius he would have his bum blistered. He could have been playing as well; perhaps his muggle cousin pranked him? Whatever the case Lucius was sure that it wasn't anywhere near the first thought that popped into mind.

After a few seconds of silence Lucius turned again.

"Come along Draco." Draco and Lucius both took another step, walking side by side down the driveway, or at least they attempted to. Not 2 steps later they heard a distinct, thudding sound; some heavy piece of metal was hitting a hard body-part, one that was most definitely not the fleshy backside of a boy. The sound was followed immediately by a high-pitched scream from what could only be Harry's voice.

Lucius flicked his right wrist, allowing his wand to glide into his hand from the holster on his wrist. He had forgone his more expensive, elaborate snake head cane in an effort to appear more muggle, as well as in a desire not stand out so much.

"Stay behind me." Draco didn't reply

"Draco!" Lucius spoke urgently, but not in a shout.

"Yes Father, I'll stay behind you."

"Good lad. Wand out." Being only a first year student, Draco might not be able to do anything against a wizard, but he could defend himself against muggles. A stray thought floated across Lucius' mind. He would have to remember to disarm his son before he got himself into trouble. Lucius intended to follow his father's rules in that matter. Draco would never appear in public without a wand. He would also not hold onto his wand at the manor over summer. Draco could practice magic all he like, as long as he was supervised. Magic could be a dangerous thing if not properly used.

The fact that the only people in the house where Harry Potter, and his muggle relatives was worrying. The boy was in pain, you could tell that from the second scream. He had hoped it was not serious but from the noise coming from the house he could tell it most certainly was. That angered him. No one had a right to cause a child that kind of pain. The fact that it was muggles causing a Wizarding child such pain just made it even worse.

He turned his head slightly, to ensure Draco was in a good spot. He was, with Draco a step and a half behind him the boy was close enough Lucius could easily protect him, and far enough back that he wouldn't be harmed by anything in front of them. He quickly walked seven steps forward to the door. He didn't bother to say the incantation, just tapping the door sharply with his wand, and waiting for the almost immediate click that signaled the lock turning. He would much rather have blasted the door off, but in addition to being extremely Gryffindor thing to do, it would give away their position. Before taking any other steps, he pointed his wand sharply at his expensive muggle shoes, and cast a silencing charm, repeating the process on Draco's shoes. He really did hope that the spell wouldn't ruin them, as magic was known to completely destroy some muggle materials.

He gripped the brass handle of the door in his left hand; wand pointed in his right, and turned the handle. There was no resistance. Lucius couldn't help but silently scoff at the pitiful defenses the savior of the Wizarding world had placed on his home. Honestly, if the Dark Lord was here all he would have to do is kidnap a wizard, send them into the house to fetch he boy, and have him drug out of the house, kicking and screaming; and that was the elaborate plan. Pitiful. He pushed the door open, wand at the ready, cautious of what may lie inside. No one was in the entryway, or the living room, although the wall paper was a much better defense that the wards. The large, pink, flowery print gave him a headache, he wondered if Harry's eyesight was bad due to genetics, or looking at that monstrosity day after day. He made his way towards the dining room, with no door to muffle the sound he could clearly hear the sickening sound of what he was now sure was a beating.

Upon entering he stunned the three muggles in quick succession. It was a feat that he managed that much, considering the horrendous sight that met his eyes. First, he took out the woman, he dare not call her a lady, she stood over the broken boy with a heavy, cast-iron frying pan, and a mad look in her eye. Then the adult male, he had sat at the table eating enough to feed the entire Malfoy Family for a week, watching his wife beat the boy, like some form of sick entertainment. He clearly hadn't heard the two Malfoy's come in, but, upon seeing his wife freeze up, had whipped his head around to face the invaders. His face had begun to turn a violet color as he struggled to stand. All he managed to do was catch a face full of stunner. The younger boy hadn't even noticed the commotion before he was stunned. He had had his back to Potter, and his Mother and Father, as well as the door Lucius and Draco had come in through. Dudley Dursley had held a plate level with his mouth, and was using his fingers to shove food from the rim of the plate directly into his mouth. Lucius grimaced if this was the type of behavior acceptable in the home it certainly wasn't Potters fault he lacked manners and respect. The boy had the volume on the little box he had been watching turned up as to drown out the noise, so he could pay attention to the little muggles on his show yelling profanity at each other and chanting 'Maury!'

He took time to stare at everything around him for a moment, before snapping into action. Lucius wasn't sure who or what a Maury was, but the tiny people were being extremely obnoxious. He pointed his wand at them and shot off another silencing spell. The box holding the people exploded, perhaps the people ran off of electricity?

With the room finally quiet enough to think, he stalked over to a rather battered version of Harry Potter. From what he could see the boy was covered in early-stage bruising. The blood under the skin was just starting to collect in the damaged areas, causing redness, and a slight swelling, but not the black, blue, and purple coloring that it eventually would. There were small amounts of blood trailing from a few small injuries on his face, as well as a small cut on his hand. He cast a simple charm, to scan the boy for internal injuries to be sure. Nothing other than the bruises showed up.

Lucius stilled for a moment, thinking. It didn't take long for a plan to form. Albus Dumbledore had left, arguably, the most important person to their world in a virtually defenseless home. The wards were so weak, that they were practically nonexistent. The only other defenses he had were a half mad squib that lived two roads down, and the occasional drop by from a member of a vigilante group. He had been left in an abusive household. The boy would obviously have to be moved, but the question was where. His godfather was in Azkaban, the second choice of a guardian his parents had listed couldn't fulfill his duties due to his more animalistic nature, the Grangers where muggles, and the Weasleys already had too many children to feed. If the Malfoy family was generous enough to take him in, even for just a temporary arrangement, they would win immense political power, as well as favor from the people. If the Dark Lord returned it could become problematic, but nothing too big. Lucius had always regretted the decision to join the ranks of the Death Eaters. It was a hasty decision made when he was young, foolish. He had no intention of letting his son follow in his footsteps, Potter could help in that matter too.

"Dobby!"

"Yes Master Malfoy?"

"Bring the camera from the manor."

"Yes Master Malfoy! Right away Master Malfoy." Seconds later the elf returned with the camera.

"Draco?"

"Papa?"

"I want you to take pictures. Start with Potter's injuries, then the pan, any blood or such you find on the walls or floor, then the muggles."

"Alright, but why?"

"My plan requires evidence." He didn't say anymore. Instead, he allowed his son to take pictures of Potter, the pan, and small amounts of blood splatter around the room. When his son started photographing the muggles, he started casting spells. First he took care of the small bleeding wounds on Potters face, and hands, a sterilizing spell, followed by a healing charm specifically created for small lacerations. All he could do about the bruises was a simple general healing charm, as well as a numbing charm. The spells wouldn't cause them to disappear, but merely to heal at an accelerated rate, as well as to remain numb.

Draco and he each finished their task around the same time. He sent the camera back to the manor with another house elf, and orders to develop the film. The only thing left to deal with were the muggles. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you looked at it) they could not be killed. The best place for them until their trial at the ministry (who knew how long that would take), would be the Malfoy Dungeons. He would wake each one, interrogate (again it was unfortunate he couldn't harm them) each person, and then call Dobby to send each one back to the manor. The only matter to decide was in what order he would do so.

He decided to wake the woman first. She was still frozen in the incrementing pose. Frying pan raised high above her head, knees bent, and slightly hunched over, so she could reach the unconscious boy on the floor. He levitated her to the living room first, ensuring she couldn't see that her family was perfectly fine. He then banished her weapon of choice. He may have quicker with his wand than she was with the pan, but he didn't want to find out. The last spell he cast on her woke her from her frozen state. She took a few seconds, time which she spent looking at her soundings in obvious confusion as to how she got there. Once she spotted him and his son, both with their wands out she let loose.

"Where's my Dudders? What did you do to him?"

"He's in a safe place." Unfortunately that didn't stop her from adding to the pain in his head with her unpleasant voice. Lucius had not been very close to Lily Potter, but it was clear to him that the younger sister had gotten the brains of the family as well as the looks. The woman just wouldn't shut up, whether he replied to her questions or not. Eventually he resorted to measures he never before had: he shouted.

"SHUT up." It had startled the woman (as well as Draco, who had never heard him shout before).

"Much better" Lucius praised the silence in the room. "I want to know some things, if you answer my questions calmly, honestly, in a lady-like manner then the next few days will not be too unpleasant for you. You will be staying at my home, and in my house how you act has a direct correlation to how you are treated. If you do as I have ask, you will find your stay tolerable. You will sleep in a cot with a pillow and blanket every night, have bathroom privileges, have three meals a day, clean water when you desire it, and limited visiting time with your family. If you choose not to follow my rules then you will not have those things. It's a simple choice really"

Draco recognized the tactic as one of his father's most common. Lucius used it with everyone from the minister, to Draco himself. His father did not threaten, just lay out what would, or would not happen depending on your choice.

"What would you like to know?" The woman's voice had calmed down slightly

"I have three questions. Why were you beating Mr. Potter ? What other punishments do you use on Mr. Potter? How often is Mr. Potter punished?"

"I don't see how any of this is your business, you freaks are all just the same, always in other people's business. You want to snoop in everyone's business, you want to be a little know it all. Fine. I'll tell you what you want to know. Mr. Potter" She sneered the name. "was being punished because I felt like he should be, he's punished whenever I feel like punishing him, because I feel like punishing him. Happy now?" She gave a sarcastic little smile.

"Not particularly, no. You didn't do a very good job of answering my questions. You weren't very lady like either. You will be sent away. You will not see your family again. You will sleep on a stone floor, without so much as a blanket or pillow. Your bathroom will be a bucket in your cell. You will receive one cold meal a day, at whatever time is convenient for my staff. You will receive one liter of water, clean enough not to make you sick. You will be turned over to the Ministry of magic for a trial. You will lose the trial, and be sentenced to life in Azkaban Wizarding prison." He spoke in a bland matter-of-fact voice, as if he were explaining what the weather outside was like.

The lady looked somewhat taken aback at his bluntness. She had obviously thought of something important to say.

"What will happen to Dudley?"

Lucius only contemplated an answer for a few seconds "He will live."

"What kind of answer is that?" She was outraged at his lack of an answer.

"An answer that is equal to the ones you gave me, a fair exchange if you will."

Lucius didn't look away as he called out:

"Dobby!" Before the house elf could speak he continued on "Take her to a private cell in Malfoy Dungan. Ensure it has been cleaned out of any privileges the last prisoner may have received. She is to receive one cold meal a day, consisting of whatever is convenient for you, whenever it is convenient for you. I want her alive and miserable."

"Yes Master, Dobby is taking good care of the woman who hurt Mr. Harry Potter sir."

"Excellent" With the one word reply the house elf popped away with the woman in tow.

Lucius already decided he wanted to save the boy for last. So he levitated the man in next. The man had been frozen in a sitting position so he levitated him so he would be sitting on the couch. He disarmed the man of his only potential weapons, a fork and knife. Like his wife before him he was quickly unfrozen.

Unlike his wife, Vernon Dursley didn't take the time to consider his situation. Instead, he did something that made him feel better no matter the situation. He stood, and began yelling.

"You Freaks! Who do you think you are, just marching into respectable people's homes, doing as you please?"

Lucius had originally intended to allow the man to tire himself out yelling, but when Vernon began advancing on the two blonds Lucius quickly changed his plan. He raised his wand to point between the shorter man's eyebrows. Every respectable wizard knew that this was, generally, bad form. Your wand was too high to be able to quickly send spells flying, it was much better to aim at the chest area; Vernon Dursley was not a wizard, and did not know that useful piece of information. Using the few seconds of silence that the nonverbal threat had bought him Lucius gave an order.

"Please do take a seat Mr. Dursley" Lucius wand followed the man as he complied.

"I have questions; you can provide me with answers. If you do so willingly, acting like a gentleman in front of my young son, your stay at my home will be pleasant enough. I may even be willing to let you stay in a cell with your son, if you please me." Lucius proceeded to outline the same choice he had not ten minutes ago.

"Now, the three questions I have for you. Why did you take Mr. Potter in your home if you did not want him? How much annually do you spend on Mr. Potter? How much do you receive for his upkeep?"

Vernon Dursley was even less talkative than his wife. He refused to answer a 'freaks' questions. Three minutes later he was sent away with a house elf to his own cell. Lucius thought it rather ridiculous that the muggles rather argue with him, then to ensure their son's comfort.

He levitated Dudley Dursley into the living room. Following his process he sat the boy down on the couch, and banished the food, as well as the plate, and then woke the boy. Unlike his parents, the younger Dursley didn't glare, or shout. Once he saw the wand pointed in his direction he covered his tailbone, and shouted for his mummy.

Both Lucius and Draco found this a curious reaction. The boy was spoiled, from what Lucius could tell of the family, the younger Dursley had probably never received so much as a scolding, much less a smacking. Furthermore, why would he cover his bum when a wand was pointed at him?

Draco was more curious about why the boy was yelling for his mummy. Both Draco and Dudley were the same age. The Malfoy heir could understand threatening someone with a parent, something he did with great success (as long as the person he was threatening did not know his father very well), he could not imagine actually crying out for his 'mummy'.

No one responded to Dudley Drusley's actions. His father did not ask what was wrong, as he normally would. Even more shockingly his mother didn't come running. Upset by the lack of response Dudley got up, and attempted to walk into another room. Before he could get very far Lucius spoke.

"Sit down Mr. Dursley." The boy, like his parents before him didn't heed the man's warning. The difference came in Lucius' reaction. He wasn't comfortable giving the child the same consequences that he gave the adults. He would not deny the boy three meals a day, fresh water when he wanted it, nor a bed to sleep on. Instead, he decided to treat the muggle exactly like what Dudley was: a child. Not about to chase any child, much less a muggle one, all over the place, he sent a mild stinging charm towards the child.

The reaction to the charm was unexpected, and completely disproportional to the sting of it. The charm was very flexible in power range. Parents with rambunctious toddlers often used it as a warning. The best dueling instructors in the world also used it when teaching their students, children or adults. The sting that the child would be feeling at the moment was nothing more than what he would feel if Lucius swatted him a couple of times with his hand. Yet the child was yelling as if he was being drawn and quartered.

Lucius could feel his head pounding. He had originally intended to ask Dudley Dursley a few questions, but clearly that wasn't going to work. He called Dobby.

"The boy is to be put in a cell, one far enough away that he cannot see or hear his parents, and more to the point they cannot see or hear him. His cell should have a cot with a blanket and pillow, as well as a toilet. Put a basin in the cell also to ensure he gets all the fresh water he would like. You are to serve him breakfast at 7:00, lunch at 1:00, and dinner at 7:00. The meals should be healthy, but not elaborate. Ensure he receives 2 hours of exercise each day, it can be taken in chunks or all at once. You have my permission to discipline him if needed, but nothing more than any other child would receive. I will not be accused of child abuse. With the instructions for his care laid out both Dudley and the house elf, they popped out.

Lucius looked at his son. With a sigh he walked into the kitchen, where the young hero was still lying unconscious on the floor. With a deep breath Lucius pointed his wand at the dark haired child's forehead and clearly enunciated

"Encisivio"

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