Bellatrix Lestrange tastes freedom once more. She is…shocked, awed, and humbled by the experience, and ever so grateful to her wonderful, adorable, and overall amazing nephew for performing a miracle, just for her. It's not that she doubted her nephew, but it's just something she thought not possible for one who isn't the Dark Lord: to break out of Azkaban, and to do so without being detected. When she arrives at Malfoy Manor, gets settled in and lays eyes on the owners of the house, it just then occurs to Bellatrix that her nephew was acting alone.

Lucius is very much not excited to see his sister-in-law, and Narcissa, precious Narcissa is happy, but inquisitive, confused, as to what's going on and how. They will have a long talk, Bellatrix can tell, and so she makes herself comfortable with a drink in hand. She had suspected at first that Draco was working under the orders of her dear sister, for who really wishes to see their sibling suffer in the hell that is Azkaban? It turns out she was wrong, and while not exactly touched by her reception, she is very much looking forward to the fireworks that promise to set off so very soon.

Draco rolls his eyes as he is pulled into a magically sealed room by both of his parents, yanked by his father forcefully, and beckoned by his dear mother. No doubt they have questions. Wanting to know such unimportant things like how Draco knew her, why he saved her, and why he brought her here. Oh and of course how he broke her out of Azkaban. His mother is the first to go, her flabbergasted expression unbecoming of her usual poised and gorgeous self.

"Draco, my dear…how? Why?" Is all she can say. Draco shrugs.

"Magic." He says cheekily, not wanting to go into the specifics of exactly how to break one out of the most secure prison in the Wizarding World. "As to why…" He shrugs again. "She has nowhere to go." It is then that his father steps in.

"She was more than fine in Azkaban." He speaks lowly, just in case that wicked witch had undone some of the privacy spells.

"No she wasn't." Draco challenges, and he can see that his mother agrees, even if she does so silently. "She was wasting away in there, her mind being broken even more than it already was."

"That was the point!" Lucius Malfoy hisses, stressed at the turn of events, as he runs his hand through his hair. "And even if it wasn't, why would you bring someone who is broken into our house?" He questions, demanding answers. Again, Draco can only shrug.

"We're family." He says simply. "Her only family, and as the one who broke her out, she's my responsibility." He replies in that tone, the tone that everyone knows when it comes to Draco, the tone that leaves little room to argue, even for his parents. And so Lucius doesn't argue, but instead he pleads. Getting down to his young son's level in height, the Malfoy patriarch places his hands on his son's shoulders, gently, as he attempts to convey his point.

"Draco, Draco, I am…without a doubt proud of what you have accomplished. Of what you have done, but her being here puts our family in jeopardy. We are the first place they will look—" He attempts to explain, as his pride and joy, his only child cuts him off before he can. A sharp inhale keeps him under control as he listens to his son's interjections.

"Only if they notice she's gone. And they won't." Draco speaks with finality. "I made sure of it." Lucius exhales slowly, as he looks his son in his eyes, wanting to be on the level with him.

"You're sure of it?" He inquires, because he has to.

"I am." The heir of House Malfoy assures him, causing the current head to let him go and stand back up.

"Good. Superb even. But I still don't see why she must stay here." Lucius replies.

"Where would she go?" Draco questions once more, causing his father to lick his lips as he contemplates.

"Perhaps we can arrange something with Androm—"

"Lucius, no." Narcissa Malfoy now intervenes, a look of horror on her face. "We might as well ask Dumbledore himself!"

"Of course." Lucius retorts with a sneer. "Well perhaps she can enjoy her freedom, be set out on her own." He fishes for solutions. "We all know she can take care of herself." And it's true, there aren't many Witches or Wizards in the world who can even claim to be in Bellatrix's dimension.

"Yes, and anyone who approaches her, looks at her funny, or questions the 'Dark Lord.' Draco replies, causing his father to wince at the last part of his statement. "I give her five days before she's back in Azkaban." That…is also true; she's always been incredibly volatile, even before her stint in Azkaban. Lucius can't imagine she's somehow become more stable.

"I…do have to agree with that Lucius." The matriarch of the house speaks, albeit somewhat hesitantly. "Bellatrix wasn't…she's not stable. Perhaps we should house her for the time being." She suggests gingerly.

"And welcome that back into my home? We just barely escaped last time and—"

"Father." The only child of the house interrupts. "Look at me." And Lucius obliges him. "I have her under control. I have this under control. I promise you, on the blood running through my veins, both Black," he looks at his mother, Narcissa, "and Malfoy," He looks back at his father, "that he will have nothing to do with us…unless you invite him in to." Lucius Malfoy's face takes on a dark expression, not liking the implication thrown his way by his own son, by his own flesh and blood, but saying nothing about it.

"I see." He breathes to gather himself. "Very well then, I trust you to have everything in order, Draco." He nods towards his prodigious son.

"It is, Father." Draco returns the nod. "And in time, I expect her to—in time, she will be part of the family, officially." The young boy states, almost defiantly. Both of his parents exchange looks, before looking back at their son in confusion.

"What…do you mean, Draco?" His mother asks softly, some fear in her voice as she doesn't want it to be what she suspects.

"I will marry her, take her for my wife, and officially she—" The younger boy goes off, before he's interrupted by his mother who is outright distraught.

"That is absurd, Draco she is your Aunt! By blood! And—"

"That hasn't stopped us Purebloods before, now has it." He interjects with a grin.

"Draco, she is my sister, and she already has a husband." His mother begins to sound like she's pleading.

"Again, that's never stopped us before." Draco points out once more. Narcissa is at a loss for words.

"I…what could you possibly see in a woman over three times your age, who's been locked in a cell like an animal, and forced to act like one?" Lucius asks with a sharp tone, taking his wife's place. Draco doesn't answer immediately, looking up to the ceiling, lost in thought as his eyes glaze over as if in a trance.

"She is…dark, wicked, beautiful beyond measure." He says wistfully. "A fearsome witch who commands respect and terror, beyond reproach and yet…tangible." He looks back down, leveling his gaze on his parents, both whom appear aghast at his words. "I admire her greatly." He then grins wide. "And I'm also messing with you." Narcissa immediately lets out a sigh of relief.

"Draco, why—?" She questions, causing him to shrug.

"For fun." He answers simply, before grinning wide, his teeth showing. "And to prepare you for something else."

"What could something so absurd as that possibly prepare us for?" Lucius questions, genuinely concerned.

"I'm glad you asked." Draco replies in a sinister turn. "See while I know I can't marry my Aunt, there's another girl I'm interested in, and Father, I need your help with this."

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Draco smiles as he thinks back to his ploy, on how he got his father to agree to help him get with Ginny Weasley of all people, and how he even got his father to apologize. After the scare of his son wishing to marry his crazy, Death Eater Sister-In-Law, Lucius was almost relieved to learn that the other girl was only a Weasley. Draco looks at his two compatriots, Blaise, the black Brazilian? Englishman, who currently seems to be focused on what must be a captivating read, and Nott, fiddling with one of his toys again. Not to disparage his work, for Nott is good at what he does, but 'inventions' doesn't roll off the tongue quite as well.

Before long, Draco feels a familiar chill, Dementors, on the search for one Sirius Black of course. Draco had heard the news of his escape, and was relieved to hear that it only came after Draco freed his Aunt, still making him the first to do it. He'd questioned his mother and his Aunt on Sirius, on the rumors, and he'd quickly found out that the ridiculous drivel about him being a follower of Voldemort is completely asinine. According to them, he fought their 'Dark Lord' with every fiber of his being, and none of them had heard a word of him switching sides.

With a sigh, Draco motions, activating his magic so that the hooded menaces ignore their carriage completely, practically fleeing from it, as they moved in double time.

"Is that you?" Blaise asks, perplexed. Draco only smirks. "Not that I'm not appreciative but…how?" He dark-skinned boy questions.

"Trade secret." He gives the usual answer. "I'll teach you one day." He assures his best mate. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have other business to attend to." He informs him as well as Nott who's listening on, before disappearing in a puff of black smoke.

"I don't know why I'm surprised." Blaise speaks aloud, not sure whether to be more impressed by the anti-Dementor spell or what seems to be flat out teleportation with a sinister twist.

"W-what other business d-do you think he has?" Nott asks, trading in his quietness for a meek stutter.

"Probably some girl." Blaise replies as he shakes his head.

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Ginny Weasley feels cold as the environment around her seems to fade, and her worst memories come to light. She remembers it all, confiding in Tom, him betraying her, her being forced to kill those roosters and smear their blood all over the walls, her commanding the Basilisk to attack those poor students, all of it flashes through her mind at breakneck speeds as she begins shivering in fright, nearly spazzing out as the cause of her feelings moves closer.

Suddenly, Draco Malfoy appears in a puff of black smoke, standing between her and the hooded demon. Instantly she feels less of the cold, but still her mind is littered with negative feelings and memories.

"She's off-limits." The young Malfoy says, as if conversing with the Dementor. "She is not to be touched." He speaks again. "She is mine." The Dementor stays in place, not advancing further, but also not liking the feeling of being denied a meal, being denied a victim. Ultimately it backs off, as Ginny is curled up in a corner, shrinking from its gaze and its coldness, and her friends can only look on, confused as to what's happening, a peculiar blond-haired Ravenclaw among them. Draco looks at Ginny with pain in his eyes, not liking the sight of his crush in this state, and knowing what could've happened had he been but a second later. Slowly he reaches out, as to not spook her, handing her a chocolate. "Your favorite." He informs her. Hands shaky and breath unsteady, Ginny reaches out to take it.

"Thanks." Is all she can say, as she slowly unwraps it and takes a bite. Draco watches as she does, enjoying the look of pleasure on her face. He almost…

"Be well, Ginny." He says softly. She pauses mid-bite and looks up, but he's already gone.