"Last draft..." Draco purred as he kissed Maia's flat stomach, the curly headed witch giggled when his white blonde hair softly tickled her naked skin. He laid a large hand over the place their children would hopefully grow. "Soon..."

"Here I thought you were just enjoying the practice." Maia hummed, stretching languidly and fluffing her curls so they spread over the pillow.

"Oh, love I do enjoy...practicing very much." Draco leered, crawling slowly up her body to boldly kiss her lips. "Something about having yet another piece of you..."

"You have all of me." Maia tilted her head in confusion, her wide silver eyes searching her husband's face. There was a gleam that made her anxious as his smile only grew sharper, more predatory.

"All of you?" Draco whispered, his breath hot on her skin as he lazily ran his hands down her side.

"Of course, you didn't know?" Maia whispered into his hair, holding his hard body close and enjoying his heat. Suddenly, he stiffened and she let out a sigh, knowing what was going to happen.

"I have to go." Draco pulled himself away with a frown, his wife only nodded her head as she pulled her dress down to cover her stomach once more.

"I think I'll go catch up on my potions work." Maia said absently slipping on her silk slippers and following her husband from their bed chamber. Draco paused to give her a swift, demanding kiss before he left her to floo to headquarters.

"If it isn't my sweet little Maia..." Bellatrix sang happily as she skipped towards her, Maia smiled brightly when she saw the mad witch. While most believed that Bella was nothing but an insane witch with no other purpose but to kill and torture, their family knew the truth of it. All the Blacks were insane, they embraced each other for it. Even the blood traitors Sirius and Andromeda were crazed in their determination to be the opposite of everything their blood made them.

"Hello, Bella." Maia held out her arm so that she could latch on to her. They laced their arms together, looking at each other with matching smiles. She barely noticed Lucius watching them with a grimace, they looked very much alike standing side by side. Bella glanced at him with a smug smirk, leading her away towards the library.

"Doing your school work?" Bellatrix beamed, trailing her wand over the piles of books. The courses they had put together for her had been advanced but like any Black, Maia rose to the challenge and exceeded expectations.

"Yes, I hope to be finished in about a year...well, at least my NEWTS. I know Draco says I don't need them but..." Maia trailed off sheepishly, looking delightfully innocent despite the ancient book on blood sacrifices in her hand. The elder witch danced around the table, sliding up behind her and twirling a black curl in her fingers.

"What do you say we have a more...hands on lesson?" Bellatrix leaned down to whisper in Maia's ear in a mischievous tone.

"I really must finish this...but what kind of hands on?" Maia turned to ask curiously, her eyes lighting up at the thought of personal lessons. Her tutors were boring, never allowing her to use the interesting spell work on her syllabus.

"Come! Follow the leader!" Bellatrix sang as she practically dragged the giggling witch from the library, taking a short passage down to the dungeons. Maia gasped when she saw filthy and broken figures huddled in cells, all of them scrambling to get as far away from the witches as possible.

"What is this?" Maia asked softly, a small frown on her face. Draco kept her far away from all of the brutality of war. While they currently lived in a suspended time of tenuous peace, she knew it wouldn't last. Not with the resistance and her family being so active and devout, fighting for their freedom.

"These are traitors, my sweet." Bellatrix whispered with a cruel smile on her face, she reached up and stroked Maia's cheek affectionately, drawing her attention away from the prisoners. "Do not frown like that, I want to teach you what kind of filth you are dealing with...offer him a cup of water. Show him kindness, see what he does."

"What will he do?" Her large eyes widening in alarm as Bellatrix handed her a tin cup full of ice cold water. She slowly approached the cell and crouched down to peer through the bars.

"Inbred bitch!" The man hissed, knocking the cup from her hands when Maia offered it. "I'd rather starve!"

"Well, it would take longer to starve than die of dehydration." Maia said absently, jerking away from the cell when the others started to jeer loudly.

"Crucio." Bellatrix hissed, standing to her feet protectively in front of her niece with a deranged smile. The entire dungeon fell into a sullen silence except for the man's screams. The prisoners were quick to look away, trying to make themselves as small as possible. "Little mudblood still doesn't know his place."

"He's a muggleborn?" Maia asked curiously, crouching down to study his writhing form in interest. "I thought he would look…different."

"Don't let those idiots fool you. Those books were obviously written by a Goyle, ranting about stolen magic and other nonsense. The mudbloods are tainted because of the world that birthed them. Always talking about Santa and democracy!" Bellatrix released the spell once the man wet himself, curling into a fetal position. "The Blacks kept track of their squibs, we always know where our blood is. This one has Bagshot blood."

"Then…why?" Maia slowly stood, looking at the prisoners closely, trying to see if she could recognize her features in any of them. "If they have the blood and magic, why?"

"The muggles are dangerous because they outnumber us, not because they are our equals." Bellatrix hissed, snapping her wand around to shock one of the prisoners who was creeping closer to the bars curiously. "Less than a century ago they took their mudbloods into camps to try and find out how to take magic for themselves. Primitive though they may be, wild magic is unpredictable. Bathilda and Gellert were the last with Bagshot blood, look at what had become of them after mingling with muggles. Feeble and stupid, we can't allow them to weaken us too."

"Shouldn't we be taking them from the muggles young then?" Maia asked curiously.

"That is what your little friend's husband is working on." Bellatrix beamed, grasping onto her in excitement. "Oh, I can't wait to show you the nursery! So many dollies! It's too late for these mudbloods. Much easier just to cull them now!"


"Mummy loves you so much." Maia whispered softly, she was sitting in a locked set of bed chambers. Narcissa would faint if she saw her now, it was obvious from the decor and dust the room had not been used in decades. Her eyes filled with tears as she rubbed her hands over the small bump on her stomach. "Daddy will come for us, you'll see. You are so loved."

"Well, that makes me feel about three inches tall." Fred whispered harshly, both he and his twin looking uncharacteristically sullen after they removed the ear buds and cut off the witch's cries.

"What did you expect to hear? You-know-who's most intimate plans?" Moody scoffed, looking downright bored and impatient. He had ranted in many meetings that talking with the Malfoy bride wouldn't be worth the hassle. Ron Weasley had been the target for his ire since he had called them into the muggle world to capture her.

"Couldn't even tell, really..." Ron shuffled his feet awkwardly, his ears turning a bright red. Tonks patted his arm with a commiserating nod.

"So, this is what we've been reduced to, kidnapping pregnant women?" Harry grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest with a disappointed frown. After seeing their sheepish expressions, he moved forward to enter the room.

"Sure you want to do that, mate?" George grabbed him by the arm to stop him.

"You want Mad-Eye instead?" Harry asked, raising a pointed brow and flicking his bright green eyes down the hall where the former auror was arguing with a portrait. George quickly dropped his hands and stepped away in surrender.

"Sorted, are you going alone or do you want backup?" Ron asked from behind him, looking at him with the same expression he had when they followed the spiders in second year.

"Let's not overwhelm her, after all she's just a pretty little pureblood Princess, right?" Harry smirked as he opened the door and slipped inside.

He was frozen when she looked up to see who entered, trapped by the most beautiful and haunting eyes he'd ever seen. There was a brief flash of fear, then recognition followed by unbridled fury and hate. He stepped back into the door, shocked that this woman he only just met could have such strong emotions towards him. Even if she was kidnapped, he was the Chosen One, people looked to him like they once looked to Dumbledore, even if he claimed to hate it.

"You!" Maia stood quickly, glaring at the man who ruined her life. Her voice was dripping in venom and he flinched at the single word that fell from her lips. She moved swiftly to the opposite side of the room, wanting to put as much space as she could between them. Knowing that she was unarmed all she could do was hold her stomach protectively and keep her eyes on him.

"I'm not here to hurt you..." Harry lifted his hands to show he was unarmed and took a tentative step towards her.

"Little late for that!" Maia spat viciously, picking up an antique figurine and wielding it like a club.

"Wha-?" Harry asked dumbly, utterly confused as the stranger backed herself into the corner bookshelf.

"Where's Daphne?" Maia demanded, raising the heavy antique as if she was going to throw it.

"She's asleep in another room, we have a medi witch looking her over." Harry said calmly, taking another step towards her. He had to duck quickly as she threw the fertility idol, it crashed into the wall behind him with enough force to shatter it.

"They said they would let her go!" Maia shrieked and turned to the shelf that was filled with strange, dusty knick-knacks.

"Oi! Let's calm down here!" Harry tried in his most authoritative tone, it did nothing as the woman started to fling the porcelain pieces at him. Harry had not played quidditch in over four years so his seeker skills were a bit rusty as he tried to dodge and snatch the delicate projectiles from the air.

"Come to take something else from me, Potter?" Maia snarled as she hurled a crystal hag at his head. "Wasn't enough to try and take me away on my bloody wedding day? Oh no!" She shrieked, building herself up as she blindly hurled the figurines at the man. "Let's just take the only parents I ever knew as well, you foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach!"

"Wait!" Harry froze as she insulted him, one of the figurines hit him in the forehead hard enough to break the skin. "What did you just say?" The figurines kept coming but he didn't stop them, Maia seemed panicked by his behavior.

"Let me out, please! Just let us go, we won't tell anyone!" The woman shrieked, scrambling for more baubles to throw at the man.

"Stop!" Harry shouted forcefully, making Maia freeze in her tracks. "What did you just say about a cockroach?"

"You're a foul...evil...cockroach?" Maia whispered fearfully as the man started to take slow measured steps towards her.

"Where did you hear that? Your husband talk about how she punched him? Think it's funny?" Harry hissed venomously, ignoring the way the witch started hyperventilating at his demeanor.

"What are you talking about? I just want to go home!" Maia wailed in confusion, feeling frustrated and exhausted, having run out of ammunition she cradled her stomach protectively.

"Hermione Granger! You know where she is!" Harry snapped as he closed the distance between them and slammed his hands on the wall behind her head, crowding her into the corner. She flinched, curling into herself in an attempt to make herself smaller. He would later think he had lost his mind when he breathed the familiar scent in with gasping breaths.

"Please don't hurt me...I don't know who that is." Maia whimpered as Harry beared down on her, roughly grabbing her chin to force her to meet his emerald gaze. She felt the subtle push on her mental barriers and her silver eyes widened in fear. Using all her strength she shoved him away from her, Harry barely budged but she was left with enough room to pull her fist back and punch him as hard as she could in the nose.

"Wha da ell?!" Harry bellowed as he backed away from the woman holding his bleeding nose. Maia's expression was fierce as she lunged at him, intent on delivering him as much pain as possible. The door was thrown open and Fred and George rushed in to see Harry attempting to hold the woman back as she shrieked hysterically.

"Never again! You can't do that again you monster!" Maia cried as she tried to free her wrists from his grip. She kicked at his shins ferociously until Harry secured both of her hands in only one of his own hands and wrapped his arm around her waist to lift her from the ground.

"Harry, mate. What are you doing?" Fred exclaimed, rushing forward to try and gently extract the struggling witch from his arms.

"Fucking coward! Bastard! Draco will come for me!" Maia wailed as George managed to slip her arms behind her back and pull her away from the huffing Harry. Fred took out his wand and quickly mended Harry's nose, making the raven haired man scream in pain.

"She just went off, she said something that Hermione said back in school...I just tried to use a little legilimency to see if she knew anything about what happened to her." Harry said after a moment of rubbing his nose.

"You won't muck about in my mind again, Potter!" Maia snarled as she lunged for him, ignoring the iron grip George Weasley had on her waist.

"I'm sorry! Won't happen again!" Harry said sarcastically and rolled his eyes, making the irate woman even more hysterical.

"Oh, yes...the great Harry Potter! Don't act like what you did was of no consequence! Years you took away from me! I can't even properly remember them anymore!" Maia cried, fat tears rolling down her cheeks for the first time. "Real proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Harry demanded watching the woman's legs seem to give out from beneath her and she sobbed.

"Please, just don't take Scorpius away from me...if you have any humanity left, don't take my son." Maia whispered brokenly as she cradled her stomach protectively. The three men stared at the sobbing woman, unsure of what to do when Ron came rushing into the room, out of breath.

"There's a fire at the burrow!" Ron blurted out loudly and paused, taking in the strange atmosphere. His bright eyes sparked with something as righteous anger grew in his chest. "I thought we were only going to talk to her?"

"Cor! What'd you do to her?" Tonks demanded from the doorway, her hair turned a bright fiery red when she took in the sobbing woman at their feet. "Get to the Burrow, I haven't been able to get into contact with Bill or Molly."

"Mum?" Ron whispered, his eyes practically bulging from his skull and he and his brothers didn't need anymore prompting to rush from the room. Harry stood awkwardly in front of the sobbing witch, looking between her and Tonks.

"Please let me go home." Maia whimpered as she tried to scoot as far away from Harry as possible, looking up at him with fear. It threw the man that his school rival's wife would be so terrified of him.

"Come now, dear." Tonks tried to put a comforting arm around the woman but she flinched away.

"You're all monsters. Please just let us go." Maia shakily got to her feet and looked between the two of them nervously.

"We only wanted to talk to you...see we're kind of desperate here." Tonks slowly approached the woman, smiling sheepishly.

"So you kidnap us and lock me in a room with the man that killed the only parents I've ever known?" Maia asked incredulously, her voice thick with tears.

"What?!" Harry and Tonks exclaimed loudly, making Maia jump back from them. They were so surprised they didn't even notice that she had inched around them before it was too late.

"Then to take away all my memories...you a cold hearted bastard. I'll die before I betray my husband." Maia said emotionlessly, her silver eyes turned ice cold as she regarded the two standing before her. Suddenly she dashed through the open door, closing it. With a swipe of her bloody palm, a wave of magic locked the door behind her. Sprinting as fast as she could down the hallway, she tried to open all the doors along the way. "Daphne!"

"What the fuck was that?" Tonks demanded after she broke through her obscure locking spell and she chased after the woman, Harry following close behind. Maia glanced over her shoulder to see the magenta haired woman trip over her own two feet, dragging the man along with her.

"Daphne!" One of the doors swung open to reveal the disheveled blond with a bedpost in her hand raised to strike the next person to open the door. It fell from her hands when she saw her friend standing there. Maia wasted no time, grabbing her by the hand, they raced through the corridors with Harry and Tonks just behind them.

"Wait please!" Tonks cried out but Maia waved a hand sending the pedestals with urns scattering behind them, tripping up the woman. Daphne grabbed her hand suddenly and they were rushing down a dark staircase, the blonde's breaths were labored and she held her stomach as if she were in pain.

"My water broke." Daphne whispered brokenly, Maia looked down at her friend's ruined dress in panic. They had to find a way out, Draco should have already come for them.

"There!" Maia whispered excitedly when she saw a sitting room with a fireplace, they wasted no time at all in grabbing the floo powder.

"St. Mungos!" Daphne shouted as she hopped into the emerald flames, she turned to see Maia was right behind her when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her friend's waist to pull her back.