"Isn't it wonderful, Draco?" The dark Lord asked with a twisted smile, his arms stretched wide as if to display some grand spectacle. He looked like a sophisticated man in his late forties, just enough gray hair at his temples to appear handsome and ageless.

It was the ballroom where his family had thrown thousands of parties over the centuries. Draco had learned to dance where his fellow death eaters were rutting against the new stock of whores the Dark Lord ordered. The most attractive, or sometimes unique looking, captives were sent to Rowle for training. It was meant to be a reward, a massive orgy in his home. After Draco took care of Kingsley Shacklebolt, his Lord announced a celebration on Ostara. As if he would ever participate in such a perverted ritual. Broken and unwilling sacrifices did nothing, especially after hours of abuse.

"They certainly are enjoying it." Draco said in a clipped tone, his shoulders stiff as he once again looked around the once lavish ballroom.

Once it was a place to celebrate with the most powerful members of society, dance and spirited debates at every corner. Now it was filled with his fellow death eaters acting like animals. The open room was divided, women and some men of all ages, split in half; one side worshiped their master for the night with nauseating, sycophant devotion while the other half screamed and fought for escape. Rowle had done a good job of training the lot, only two years after he had killed Dumbledore and his Lord was manufacturing entertainment. It was even rumored he would be opening a facility since demand had grown so much.

"Too bad your vows include fidelity." The Dark Lord hummed casually, his gaze focused on the Lestrange brothers sharing an unconscious man. Draco looked too and his lips curled, he was unsure of what they were actually doing with the muggle because it certainly was not sex.

"You do honor your servants, My Lord." Draco nodded humbly, not sparing the naked girl pouring his drink a glance. She was hardly old enough to be out of Hogwarts, just a year or so younger than him but she had stayed by his side most of the night. A rather obvious ploy at tempting him to break his vows, most likely his Lord. The powerful wizard loved catching his followers in a lie.

"Oh, Draco...you don't need to appease me. Not tonight, anyhow." Voldemort waved his hand dismissively as a fresh round of screams filled the air.

"I'm all for what you've created, keeping the filth in their place. I just don't want their place anywhere near me or mine." Draco said bluntly, his eyes settling back on his father, happy his mother was in France with his wife. He understood that it was customary for a man of his position to enjoy the spoils of war or claim a mistress or two but he was more Black than Malfoy and had a strong sense of loyalty. Watching his father disgusted him, no longer was he the boy clamoring for his father's approval.

"I completely agree, Draco. While I do succumb to desires of the flesh, I would never sully myself with such...filth." Voldemort practically purred in satisfaction as he leaned forward to whisper conspiringly, a wry smile on his youthfully glamoured face. "When will I get to meet your lovely bride?"

"My wife's currently in France, recuperating from having her memory stolen. Mother is already planning a gala to welcome her in a few months time." Draco shrugged nonchalantly but there was a tightening of his jaw.

The Dark Lord noticed that one of his favored followers was always evasive and defensive when it came to his wife, it made him curious. Lucius was tight lipped as well, apparently his wife arranged his son's marriage, leaving him completely out of the loop. He vented his frustrations that it ruined his plans of joining his with the Greengrass family. Bellatrix and Narcissa only said that she was a Black, hidden away after their cousin was murdered by the order before his fall. Regulus Black's own daughter, at least he did him the favor of having a powerful child before he got himself killed. The boy had such promise, it was a shame.

"I look forward to it." The Dark Lord smirked, tapping his chin idly and enjoying the usually inscrutable Malfoy heir squirm. Yes, Regulus' daughter was worth looking into. "Go home to your wife, Draco."

"Thank you, My Lord. I hope you enjoy your evening." Draco smirked, draining his drink and slowly adjusting his traveling cloak, not wanting to appear too eager to leave the man's company. He met the eyes of his aunt across the room and gave her a short nod, Bellatrix shrugged before returning to her work, carving into one of the more reluctant whores. The blond sent one last disgusted glance at his father before he swept gracefully from the room.

"Fuck...fuck...Kreature!" Harry bellowed, feeling the wards leave his control completely. Sirius had never explained how they worked and there was little Bill could do to them since he was so distantly related. The old house elf simply stood beside his reluctant master and waited for his command. The raven haired man pulled his wand to summon the beaded bag that was salvaged from his best friend's home years ago. He usually kept it close to him at all times, it contained everything that was left of his best friend as well as all sensitive material for the order.

"What does nasty half-blood master need from Kreature?" The wizened house elf asked, his bulbous eyes were bright with anticipation. No doubt the ornery elf knew what was happening, Kreature had never forgiven him for not being Bellatrix.

"Make sure that whoever enters the house doesn't make it up the stairs!" Harry barked, his gaze focused on the unconscious woman with a deep scowl. Kreature was gone before he could say anything else and he ran a nervous hand through his hair, trying to figure out what he was going to do. He heard footsteps approaching and hoped it would be the Weasleys finally arriving but was shocked to find Bellatrix Lestrange standing in the doorway smiling at him.

"Wee baby Potty! It's been soo long!" Bellatrix sang gleefully, twirling her wand in her fingers. He couldn't help shiver at the dangerous smile on her face.

"Lestrange, what a pleasant surprise." Harry snarled as he secured the beaded bag in his pocket, he edged towards the washroom but Bellatrix had her wand trained on him immediately.

"Where are you going, Potty? I just wanted to play!" Bellatrix smiled brightly, with a flick of her wand she silently conjured gleaming silver arrows that soared right at him. Harry's eyes widened in shock as he dived to the side, sliding into the washroom and colliding with the unconscious Mrs. Malfoy.

"Fuck...c'mon wake up you silly bint." Harry hissed, shaking the unconscious woman while he struggled to lift her dead weight and get to his feet. His mind stopped functioning as her scent washed over him, so hauntingly familiar. Without thinking, he buried his nose into the crook of her neck and took a deep breath with his eyes closed.

"You ready to- MAIA!" Bellatrix shrieked so loudly that it echoed through the chambers. "Hand her over, Potter!

"I don't think so Bella. I think you're going to let me go." Harry pulled the limp woman close, an arm around her waist to support her. In his other hand he held his wand in an iron grip under her chin. Her head fell back onto his shoulder and he could not stop himself from pulling her soft body closer.

"My Lord will come here and bring you to your knees!" Bellatrix smiled broadly but there was a trace of fear and concern as she looked over the deathly pale woman in his arms. She glanced to the side at the open door, her prayers for reinforcements were loud and clear.

"Well, do give him our regards but we won't be here to welcome him in person." Harry smirked victoriously as he twisted his body to apparate but found nothing happened. He heard footsteps approaching and cursed under his breath. The hand with his wand slid over Maia's shoulder slowly and grasped the Black family crest that hung around his neck, never breaking eye contact from the crazed witch in front of him.

"Potter!" Draco snarled when he rushed into the room, stopping short when he saw his pale, unconscious wife in his enemy's arms. "Give her to me."

"I don't think-" Harry started but a shaky breath from the witch in his arms made him pause. Maia stiffened in front of him and Harry had no other option but to tighten his hold.

"Seriously, Potter just let her go." Draco stepped forward in panic, meeting his wife's confused gaze once she opened her eyes. They could all hear the Weasleys shouting just down the hall and the Dark Lord preaching about the imminent victory.

"Sanctuary!" Harry called, keeping his arm tight around the woman's waist, a hard tug from behind their navel let him know the port key still worked.

"DRACO!" Maia called trying to pull away from Harry but she was too late, the next moment they were gone from the washroom.

They landed hard on a white sand beach, the air was hot and humid but when she looked to the night sky, Maia couldn't hold back her gasp. Never in her life had she seen so many stars, even through enchanted telescopes. There was too much pollution. She feared she may be losing her mind, getting lost in the cosmos, completely ignoring the man who had crept up behind her. His breath on her neck made her skin crawl, what was wrong with this wizard?

"Why?" Maia asked softly after a long uncomfortable silence. Looking around cautiously, there was nothing. Just a long stretch of beach with no lights in sight.

"I couldn't get captured." Harry whispered, not moving from his place behind her. He was so close she could feel his body heat but was not actually touching her. She could hear him taking deep breaths of air over her head and shivered in disgust.

"Why did you take me?" Maia demanded in a low voice, keeping her eyes focused on the horizon, nothing but water for miles.

"They wouldn't let me leave without you." Harry whispered, his mind unfocused as he tried to identify the comforting scent of her hair. He even went so far as to pick up a lock of hair and hold it to his nose, feeling bliss rush over him.

"You could have still used the port key without me." Maia said through gritted teeth, clenching her fists uselessly in the sand to stop herself from flinching away from him.

"I don't know." Harry continued breathing in her scent in confusion until she turned on him and threw sand in his face.

"You don't know?!" Maia shrieked, getting to her knees and flinging handfuls of sand at the stunned man in front of her. She hoped it got in his eyes and lungs, she willed her magic to lash out at her captor. Make him die a slow painful death by choking on sand!

"I panicked! You smell like her!" Harry bellowed after he spit the sand from his mouth. Maia's eyes widened in alarm at the confusion on his face. It seemed since she's been kidnapped the so-called savior of the wizarding world was in a state of constant confusion.

"I don't care! My husband and family were right there!" Maia screamed after a moment of uncomfortable silence. She lunged at him, punching him wherever she could reach.

"Calm down you barmy woman!" Harry bellowed as he grabbed her wrist and dragged them both to their feet. An easy task since he stood a few inches taller than her. It was a surprise since he had always been the shortest wizard in the room.

"No! You could have come alone and I could have been safe with my family!" Maia shrieked hysterically as she attempted to kick him. Harry grunted in pain and in one swift movement he picked her up into his arms and stomped towards the water. She fought harder screaming abuse in his ear as he continued his stride until he was waist deep in the crashing waves.

"Think you need to cool off."

"No!" Maia cried as she tried to lock her arms around his neck, he easily disentangled himself and threw her into the water. Harry couldn't help but chuckle as she shakily stood and stared at him incredulously. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her kidnapper but that only drew his attention to her body, the expensive emerald silk clung to her body in a way that made Harry's cheeks burn.

"I think there are some clothes in the house. I've only been here once." Harry mumbled uncomfortably after he tore his gaze away from her body.

"Where are we?" Maia demanded, watching the man shuffle his feet and become flustered. It took her a moment to realize she affected him physically. After the episode with Pucey, her husband had his friends and their elves keep a much closer eye on her. It only heightened her already boiling rage, the man kidnaps her and then lusts after her as if she wasn't a married witch?

"Can't tell you that but I can tell you if you try that little distress beacon or whatever, your family will appear at the bottom of the ocean." Harry smirked as the woman in front of him huffed impatiently. "Really, the entire island is warded. There's a separate building with perishables and everything I could ever need for the next three lifetimes. You forced my hand."

"How are you going to send me back?" Maia demanded shrilly, her wet curls flying around her head to emphasize her vexation.

"Oh, that is where it gets tricky. Only someone with Black blood can use the return port key, so you're stuck with me." Harry said smugly.

"I don't know if it escapes your notice but I'm pregnant, you rotten tosser!" Maia stamped her foot and nearly tipped over in the water. Harry darted forward to wrap an arm around her waist to steady her but she pushed him away knocking them both on their backs in the water.

"I uh-well, didn't think of that, actually." Harry grunted uncomfortably as he got to his feet. "Come on, I'll bring you to the house. I'm sure some of Gin's clothes will fit you. It was stocked so that I could bring the entire order here with me."

The property was much larger than Malfoy Manor, she was actually quite surprised at the grander of the rolling grounds. As Harry led her through the entry hall and up the stairs she saw that it was definitely a Black property and seemed to be maintained by very diligent elves or self cleaning charms. She stiffened when he put a hand on her lower back to guide her into a large airy bedroom, it didn't seem to match the rest of the manor with its light blue walls and fresh crisp white linen. Harry wordlessly threw the wardrobe door open and lifted up a hand in silent invitation.

"No, you must be joking." Maia whispered in horror as she looked at the clothing. While all of the clothes seemed to be high quality, surprisingly, everything looked like undergarments! Only much smaller!

"What?" Harry asked absently as he summoned a change of clothes from a beaded bag that he kept in his pocket. He looked over and found her lifting a bikini top, her unnaturally bright eyes wide in mortification. It took him a moment for it to dawn on him that she was a sheltered pure blood who had no idea what she was holding in her hand.

"I'm not wearing any of this!" Maia squeaked, tossing the matching bottoms away in disgust, her face turning an impressive shade of red. Harry actually chuckled at the woman as she panicked over the many swimsuits Ginny sent to the island.

"Here." Harry said with a small smile as he opened another drawer filled with shorts and shirts, then he opened the tallest compartment which showed an assortment of light airy dresses.

"Oh, but..." Maia paused looking through the new selections with a frown. All of her clothes were made with magic, she had never seen such styles before. While Daphne was quite adventurous in her fashions, she would never wear anything but the best robes and gowns. It would be scandalous to show her shoulders or ankles in public.

"They're muggle." Harry waved a hand dismissively as he started to undress, Maia's eyes widened and she quickly turned to the wardrobe.

"Why are you taking off your clothes?" Maia demanded, her cheeks turning even more red as she kept her eyes averted.

"Because you will not be alone for even a moment until I decide what I'm going to do next." Harry chuckled, absently thinking she was adorably innocent for a witch married to Draco Malfoy. She was stiff as she gathered up some soft cloth shorts and a worn shirt from the bottom of the drawer. Not bothering to say anything she rushed into the bathroom to change. He was quick to throw the door open before she could lock it. Harry had learned the hard way not to trust the witch. "Oi! Not happening!"

"Pervert! Get out!" Maia shrieked, struggling to adjust her dress so that it covered her chest and small baby belly.

"Calm down, I'm not here to spy on you. Last time you were in the loo alone, you called Lord fucking Voldie into my home." Harry said sternly from the doorway while he finished dressing.

"I obviously can't do it again! I'm not going to kill my husband by summoning him to the ocean." Maia scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. Harry just glared at the woman, obviously not believing her. This was his last option, when things got so bad he had no other choice he had Black Island. There was nowhere to go from there.

"No, I'm not taking any chances." Harry said firmly as he leaned on the door frame. She huffed and turned her back on him, trying to find something to hide behind. With a long suffering sigh she pulled the dress over her head and attempted to change as quickly as possible but a warm hand on her hip made her freeze.

"What do you think you're doing?" Maia demanded, quickly jerking away from him but Harry spun her around quickly marveling at her chest. She pulled back her arm and slapped him as hard as she could, a deep scowl on her face.

"Wait..no!" Harry stuttered, holding his stinging cheek as he backed away from the irate woman with wide eyes.

"Bloody pervert!" Maia shrieked and roughly pushed him from the bathroom to finish changing. Tears filled her eyes as she slid down to the floor with her back against the door. She sobbed, missing her family, wondering if Daphne made it to St. Mangos safely, for the situation she was in but most of all because she missed her husband.

"That scar! How did you get that scar!" Harry bellowed from the other side of the door once he recovered from his stupor. He could hear her sobbing but it was unimportant, he had to know so he pounded on the door, nearly knocking it off its hinges.

"Go away!" Maia cried, her voice thick with tears. She was trapped, alone on an island with a radical terrorist who murdered the only parents she ever knew and stole her memories. If that wasn't enough to make her fear for her life, she was pregnant with her first child and she couldn't figure out how to get home.

"Please! Just tell me how you got that scar!" Harry called through the door frantically, his heart clenching painfully at her sobs. He knew he was grasping at straws, how many times did he see a woman with curly brown hair and chase her down, thinking she might be his best friend. The scar, her voice, her smell, the way she moved made him feel like he had his best friend back. Well, a version of his best friend that loathed the very ground he walked on but the little things all pointed to this witch being his 'Mione.

"I was fifteen and hit with a flame whip by my dueling instructor. Now please leave me alone." Maia gasped weakly, unable to control the way her body shook with sobs.

"Okay." Harry said numbly as he sat on the floor with his back against the large bed facing the door. His mind was a whirl of possibilities, could she be Hermione? The Hermione Granger, his best friend...his 'Mione?