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Chapter 4: Just like her Brothers

"James, where are you." Lily cried. Her clothes were torn. Tears and blood dripped down her cheeks. The dirt was smudged against her skin and hair. She reached out to him like a lost child reached for his mother.

"Lily, I'm right here." James cried. He took steps towards her, but he could never get any closer to her.

"James, please, I'm sorry." Lily cried as if she hadn't heard him; she shrunk away from him. James could feel a cold, lurking presence behind him. It sent shivers through his body.

"No, Lily," James cried. "It's my fault, not yours."

"How touching." the hooded figure behind James laughed. He walked in front of James towards Lily. James tried to attack him, but just like before he remained exactly where he was. The hooded figure stood only feet away from Lily. He pulled out his wand. His face remained under his hood, but James could sense that he was looking at him.

"Do you think she will scream?" He flicked his wand at Lily. Her body withered and flinched as a bolt of pain shot through her. Her limbs flew back and forth as she tried to contain her scream. The hooded figure bent down; he ran his long, slender white finger along Lily's cheek, brushing against Lily' tears. His finger disappeared under his cloak.

"Hmm…Delicious," the man muttered.

"You evil git…" James yelled. He pulled out his wand but grasped at empty pockets. "You son of a…"

"I wonder if she will put up a fight." the man spoke, ignoring James. He stood back up and pointed his wand at Lily.

"I'm sorry, James, please forgive me." Lily moaned as she watched the hooded figure flicked his wand.

"Avade Kedavra."

Lily's limp body fell down to the ground. Her eyes still open; he could feel hot tears dripping down his face.

"No, Lily, Lily…"

"James, wake up."

He tried to reach out towards his sister, but his body never moved forward as if he was chained down.

"James, you're alright," a soft, soothing name called. He could feel a caress against his cheek. James could feel his body being pulled away from his sister. He fought harder against the hands around him, reaching for Lily. Her emerald orbs still haunted at him as his eyes blinked open.

"James, you're all right, you're safe."

James eyes snapped open. The room was pitch black. The air was warm and smelled of vanilla. He was lying on his back, a hand caressing his cheek. The eyes staring down at him were not green but a warm, chocolate that was swirling with honey. She cupped James' face with her hand, leaning down she kissed him on the lips, a soft reassurance that he was safe.

"Katherine…" James whimpered.

"It isn't your fault, James." Katherine whispered. James sat up; he felt the cold night nip as his bare chest as the covers fell down.

"We were surrounded. I should have had her apparated before I left. She would have been home…"

"They still could have followed her." Katherine muttered. She sat up and wrapped her arms around James. Her hands rested on his chest as she rested her chin against his shoulder. "You heard your father: ever since the Ministry fell, it is easy to follow people through, even seconds after one apparates."

"But there would have been someone here to help her…"

"James you know Lily better than anyone, she wouldn't have put anyone in danger to save herself, especially when those people are her family."

"How can I raise a child, if I can't even protect my own sister…" James whispered desperately.

"James—"

"No, Kate, listen." James said, cutting her off. He grabbed her hands from around him and pulled her around him to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her middle. Her pajama's consisted of James' old shirt and sweatpants which were warm and scratchy; he placed his hand on her growing stomach.

"You should go with Teddy and Victoria in Romania. You'll be far enough away, and Victoria can help you with the pregnancy. You'll be safe, and—"

"And I would be worried about you every single day, just like you would worry about us." Katherine said, she covered James' hand with her own.

"I couldn't bare it if one of you got hurt because of me. Lily is in trouble because of me. She could be dying, or she could…she could already…be…" James struggle with the thought of his little sister dead. The annoying little girl that would always follow him, tattled on him when he did something wrong, and the one that always believed in him when he screwed up. He could feel more tears gathering in his eyes.

"I'm not strong enough," James continued.

"James, this has nothing to do with how strong you are." Katherine soothed; she kissed James' temple.

"I'm not strong enough, if I lost you," James uttered, looking Katherine in the eyes; his hand rubbed her stomach gently. "Either of you."

"James, you can't give up hope. Lily is still out there, waiting for us to help her."

"I want you two to stay safe—"

Katherine let out a sigh, crawled out of James grasp, and towards her bed stand. She felt James' hand grab her around the waist as he pulled her back. He placed her back against his chest as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"And where do you think you're going?" James asked sternly.

"You know, if I'm in Romania, you'll have no way of keeping an eye on me." Katherine replied; she glanced at James over her shoulder. "And if you're not in Romania, I'll be all alone. I wonder if your Uncle Charlie will introduce me to some of the dragon trainers—"

Katherine let out a screech of laughter as James flipped her over with a growl. She landed on her back, and she knew that he had put in a lot of strength to make sure it happened gently. She smiled up at him as she pushed his bangs out of his eyes.

"It's not your fault, James. Lily would have done the exact same thing for you." She reached up and placed a kiss on lips. James let himself get caught in softness and warmth. He began kissing down her neck as she pulled away for air. He could taste the vanilla soap as he nipped down her neck and collar bone.

"James…" Kate let out a breathless moan. He pulled away and stared into her eyes, cradling her body between his two sturdy arms.

"Lily is like a sister to me, and if she is anything like her brothers, she'll be just fine."

"Pippa has never been thanked before Miss." Pippa sniffled as she opened the door. Lily felt herself being sucked into the room as the door opened. It was the biggest room Lily had ever seen in her life. She grew nervous when she noticed all of the people staring at her; she wanted to shrink away into a corner in hide.

"Here she is…" Lily heard a voice call. The crowd parted to reveal the man who had captured Lily. His long, platinum hair was hanging down around his face. He wore vibrant green robes that swayed as he walked towards her. His smile sent shivers down her back. He turned back to the crowd.

"I would like to present the gift to our honored prodigy…" Lucius Malfoy motioned towards the crowd. Lily followed everyone's gaze. She felt her heartbeat grow rapid when she caught his eyes.

Her predator. Her master.

He glanced over her body over the top of his drink. He slowly lowered his hand and put his empty drink on to a passing tray. His movements were deliberate as if each step was part of a plan.

"I thank you, Grandfather." His voice was steady and filled the room. He made his way towards Lily; his eyes had returned to her once more. The room grew hotter as Lily found it harder to breathe. The young man stopped before Lily and appraised her with an annoying, pompous smirk. The glint carried throughout his features and in to his eyes. He reached forward the grabbed Lily's elbow, caressing it softly with his thumb pad. She tried to pull away, but his grip turned in to a vice hold. "I can't wait to enjoy her."

His grip slid up; his fingers gripped around her bicep. Slowly the room returned back to it noise and merriment. The guest went back to avoiding her as quickly as they had stopped to acknowledge her. He pulled her quickly to his side and hissed in her ear, "Stay quiet and don't draw attention to yourself."

And she did exactly that as he pulled her around the room for the rest of the night. The women sneered at her, while the men leered. He always kept her just a step behind him; within his reach but away from others.

When she began to feel her eyelids droop, he pulled her away from the crowd. As she realized that they were leaving the room, she made her movements more sluggish and slow, trying to slow him. He seemed to catch on and began to pull her arm as he had earlier that night.

After going up a few staircases, he pulled her down a hallway. Dread filled Lily as she began to realize that she would have a very hard time figuring out the layout of the manor if they kept taking her down new hallways each time.

He stopped at the end of the hall at the last door. The door handle under his hand glowed a soft yellow as the charm recognized his hand. He gestured Lily in to the room in front of him. She glanced around the room. It was the room that she had gotten ready in.

The door closed with a quiet click. Lily turned around to face him once more. He was looking Lily over once more; this time his eyes were slower and more calculating. He sighed as he ran a hand against his tried face.

"Well this certainly changes things."

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