"Who are you?" Maia whispered against the blonde man's naked chest, her dress lay in ruined bits of bloodied silk on the floor. She took a deep settling breath as she tried to remember anything but it was all a haze. There were some facts but even her name was hazy. The only thing she knew with absolute clarity was that she loved the blond man beside her.
"I'm your husband, Draco Malfoy." Draco had a smile of pure satisfaction as he explored her body, mapping out every curve with his fingers. She shivered, unable to stop herself from leaning into his touch, it just felt so good.
"Who am I?" Maia whispered after a moment of comfortable silence, she turned her bright eyes up to the man claiming to be her husband. How could she not know her own name but know this man was somehow hers?
"My wife." Draco smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead, Maia made a disgruntled sound in the back of her throat and he chuckled.
"Really?" Maia scowled and arched her brow impatiently.
"Maia Malfoy née Black, we have been betrothed since you were born on 27 June, 1980. You were raised separated from other children our age, being educated around the world. There was an attack on our wedding day, you were hurt and lost your memory." Draco said slowly, his cheek resting on the top of her curly hair as he kept his arms wrapped around her possessively.
His words made sense and were comforting, for some unfathomable reason she trusted him to tell her the truth. However, it did sound rehearsed, like he spent a very long time choosing the right words. She looked around the large open bed chambers curiously, everything was black with silver trim. Snake insignias were prominent amongst the fixtures, there were no pictures or personal effects; it could be anyone's rooms.
"Why can I remember you? Well...not really remembering you but I feel like...you're mine." Maia whispered, absently running her fingers over Draco's naked stomach, making him shiver.
"Because you are mine, you were made for me." Draco chuckled darkly, his voice husky as he took deep breaths, his face buried in her wild, curly mane. That sounded like the truth and it startled her. How could she be made for someone? Was he made for her too?
"What do you mean?" She asked curiously as she tilted her head up to look at him, he had a very satisfied and smug smile on his face as he silently examined her.
"It means, magic made you specifically for me. In every way, you are mine. No one could take you away completely, I will protect you. Mother has already made arrangements for your recovery where you'll be safe." Draco whispered reverently, his calloused fingers traced her face as if it were the most precious work of art.
"Safe?" Maia asked softly, her heart aching as he looked at her with so many emotions she couldn't identify.
"Safe from the man who did this to you. Our world is at war and they tried to take you away from me because they are bad people who want to oppress us. Now, I would love to give you a grand lecture on the history of magic but I think we should be spending our time getting to know one another again." Draco whispered huskily and he pulled her body up against his easily, his mouth attaching eagerly to her neck.
"But I-" Maia gasped when heat pooled in her stomach and all rational thought left her again.
Voldemort sat on his throne in front of his assembled followers, a deep frown marring his already distorted features. In the center of the room, Fred, George, Ron, and Arthur Weasley were bound together in a circle. He steepled his fingers under his chin as he watched the blood traitors squirm under the jeers of his faithful followers. His death eaters were throwing themselves in a frenzy, the most notable exceptions being two of his favored followers; Draco and Bella. Anyone could see that the young Malfoy had one weakness, it would be his family. The only thing he was more loyal to than him would be his wife. It actually worked in his favor, if he promised protection for the naive little chit Draco could be pointed at a target and the blond would do what was needed. He never needed to threaten Draco's wife, unlike some of the other sycophants in the room. No, he was ruthless and efficient and his goal was to go home to his wife to be coddled.
"Peace!" Voldemort stood gracefully, his arms wide as a broad smile stretched across his reptilian features. "Our movement has been busy, capturing nearly the entire Weasley brood. Now, I have offered these traitors clemency, a chance to live and prosper in our world...they have betrayed us!" The Dark Lord stepped down from his slightly risen stage as his followers shouted in outrage, spitting abuse at the bound hostages in the center of the room. "Bring the father forward!"
"No!" The collective shout of the Weasley sons was immediately silenced with a wave of the Dark Lord's wand. Three masked men came forward to drag the slumped figure of Arthur Weasley towards the stage, only to unceremoniously drop him at their Lord's feet.
"You, Arthur Weasley, have betrayed not only the wizarding community with your acts of treason but worst of all the sons of your flesh!" Voldemort stood above the defeated form of the former Head of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office of the Ministry. The Dark Lord's supporters shouted angrily, raising their wands in support of his demise in his mock trial. "You have raised your sons to believe that muggles were simply people, just like us! You have denied them the knowledge to embrace their rich ancestry and the privilege to join their fellow wizard as equals."
"Kill him!" The collective shouts of the crowds called, Arthur looked around at the masked gathering. Knowing that he knew nearly all of them, being raised in the magical world. His eyes lingered on the stoic face of Draco Malfoy and he visibly flinched. While most of the followers were excited by his imminent demise, the young heir looked at him with such rage and cold loathing he could only look to the floor, waiting for the decision.
"Evigilavulnera!" The Dark Lord made a wide arch before bringing his wand down in a complicated pattern and pointed it directly at the redheaded figure at his feet. A bright yellow light enveloped him before his screams echoed over the rabid followers' shouts. Slowly, shallow cuts opened on Arthur's skin. Every abrasion he ever received in his half a century of life opened, ending in the deep bite on his torso he received in the bowels of the ministry. His screams became pitiful moans as he slowly bled out on the floor for all to see. His sons wailed, their eyes wide and full of tears watching their father could not even look in their direction before he took his last breath. "Nagini."
"No..." Ron's pained whisper was heard throughout the large room as the largest snake he had ever seen slithered in, skirting around him and his brothers to get to his father. The Weasley sons, as well as the entire hall watched in rapt attention as Voldemort's loyal familiar ate Arthur Weasley whole.
"Now, I think as a reward to my most faithful...Bella, Draco..." Voldemort smiled when Bellatrix and Draco walked to his side. "Now, I will give them to you for one week. You may do whatever you wish but kill them. At the end of the week they will be brought back where we will decide their fate!"
Applause and shouts of approval echoed throughout the room while Bellatrix danced happily around the three Weasley men. She stroked their heads and cooed over them like beloved pets as Voldemort and Draco stood side by side watching her stoically. He glanced down at the blond who had a calculating gleam in his gray eyes. Oh, there would be so much pain for the ginger blood traitors. It was a pity he had other things to occupy his time, it was always a show to watch a Black at work.
"My master always gives us the best presents!" Bellatrix giggled like a little girl when she grabbed Ron by the hair and pulled his head back so that she could look him in the eye. "We are going to have so much fun!"
"Mum!" Ron cried out hoarsely as soon as he saw his mother bound to a chair in the dungeon as Draco, Lucius, and Bellatrix led them down the steep steps. He struggled to free himself to go to her but Bellatrix only pulled him back by the hair on the nape of his neck with a sharp tug.
"Ooh, Ronnie! Not just yet...mummy is resting!" Bellatrix whispered huskily in his ear, making sure to wrap herself around his lanky body in an obvious invitation. Not that she would ever sully herself with something as common as sex, it was just so fun to make her toys nervous. She was a beautiful woman and she was well aware of the effect she had on wizards of all ages.
"Come Bella, let's lock the filth away. We need our rest." Lucius sneered after he shoved one of the ginger twins into a cell and locked it magically. Draco was silently seething when he threw the other twin in a cell beside him before he locked it as well.
"Now Lucius, I believe you are forgetting something." Narcissa said briskly, gracefully descending the stairs to watch over her family with keen eyes.
With a wave of her wand, she conjured a wingback chair and she sat demurely. Her son needed to let out some of his stress soon or the Black madness would take him. The last explosion had been her cousin Sirius who tried so hard to deny what he was, what his blood did. An entire street demolished in seconds, her family had quite a problem when one of the muggles was apparently famous. Some Marc Bolan who Sirius had snuck out to see.
"Yes, Lucy! You're forgetting that Potty got away with my sweet, your darling daughter-in-law." Bellatrix sang, shoving Ron Weasley into a chair and wrapping him tightly in conjured ropes. He squirmed deliciously and she could not resist licking the side of his face slowly, loving the scent of his fear.
"There is nothing to be done at the moment. We should adjourn for the evening." Lucius said dismissively, turning to leave, Narcissa reached out to grab his hand before he could make an exit.
"I think you're forgetting, Father. I saw my wife in the hands of Potter...pale unconscious and at his mercy. My wife looked at me, called out my name before he used a port key to take her away from me, again." Draco said in a cold tone, pacing the length of the room before coming to a stop before a large well polished cabinet. When he opened it, shelves of blades and strange spiked instruments were stacked neatly for display, on the doors hung an assortment of canes and whips.
"I'll be up later, dearest. I think I'll keep our son and Trixie company." Narcissa said breathily, not able to take her eyes off her son selecting his tools. It was such an important process, if only her husband had the skill to adequately train their son. By the time he was old enough, none of the wizards in her family were able to take Draco in their tutelage. If only Aunt Wally had not killed Alphard or Aunt Cassie lived, they were always the most skilled with knives.
"Very well, just remember...they can't talk if they have no tongue." Lucius said sharply before he swept up the stairs and out of sight. Draco pulled out his pocket watch and stared at it longingly.
"He took her away. She's mine and he took her." Draco whispered, running his thumb along the runes.
There was a brief flash of light before it opened, allowing him to gaze at the love of his life. Inside was a picture of his wife, laying on their marital bed in his favorite silver lingerie set. In the picture she blinked slowly before turning to him and giving him a wide innocent smile, he fondly ran a finger over her image. Absolute perfection, the only slight blemish on her body was the long thin scar that ran along her torso from her collar bone wrapping down to her hip. He could have gotten it removed but with so many physical changes, he needed her to keep something. Something that would always mark her being a fighter, the fiery witch he first became enamored with.
"Mum...mum are you okay?" Ron whispered fearfully as his captives seemed distracted by whatever Draco was doing at the cabinet. Molly only groaned in her slumber and turned away.
"She's fine...for now. I think that we should have a little fun with her tonight...let off a little steam." Draco purred as he closed his pocket watch with a snap.
He pulled a shiny metal gauntlet from the shelf, it slipped over his long elegant fingers easily. It looked skeletal in design, following the bones of the hand. Cushioning charms for the comfort of the wearer, all other edges were razor sharp and glinted brightly in the candle light. He raised his hand to examine the piece as he flexed his fingers, sharp points rested a full two inches past his fingertips, giving the illusion of talons.
"Ooh, I've never seen that one before." Bellatrix cooed, taking a seat on Ron Weasley's lap, leaning back against him comfortably. The redhead squirmed beneath her, trying to buck her off but she only turned to smile coyly at the young wizard with a flirtatious wink. "Not, in front of mummy, Ronnie!"
"You're out of your head, mental bint!" Ron snarled, recoiling in disgust but his movements did not pause, he only fought harder to free himself.
"Learn how to speak to your betters, Weasel." Draco spat venomously, storming up to the pair with a malicious glint in his stormy eyes. He raised his arm and backhanded the irate redhead. Four deep gashes appeared on the side of his face where Draco's gauntlet made contact. Immediately, Fred and George were up, throwing themselves into the steel bars of their prison.
"You hit like a witch...no like a muggle girl, Malfoy!" Ron shouted and turned his head to spat the blood from his mouth. His face was bleeding heavily and Bellatrix smiled innocently, reaching up to poke her fingers into the deep wounds. He wailed when she pried the skin apart to see his teeth and bleeding gums.
"I'll just have to take it out on your mother..." Draco smirked, turning his back on his Aunt and her new toy.
"'Mione hit harder than you!" Ron said in a panic, making the blonde freeze in his stride. Draco's shoulders drew up and his jaw tightened at the very name the redhead so easily spilled forth. If there was one thing he hated in school, it was the casual way the oafs addressed his sophisticated witch. Butchering her beautiful name made him want to hex the idiots.
"You speak from experience?" Draco drawled, using the gauntlet's sharp talons to grab the Weasley matriarch's face roughly, the blades easily sank into her soft skin. Molly shrieked, her brown eyes filled with tears when Draco pulled her face closer to his. "You'll take the punishment for his cheek?"
"Yes." Molly's reply was muffled and immediate as she stared at the blonde defiantly. Narcissa chuckled from her comfortable chair by the stairway, watching her son and sister have their fun, it reminded her of the bonding experiences of her youth. How she missed the dungeon days she spent with her sisters and cousins.
"Good Mummy." Draco cooed mockingly, releasing her face only to tap her head, the blades making small cuts into her scalp as they made contact. Molly flinched but she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying out, wanting to stay strong for her sons.
"Leave her alone, Malfoy! Take me. I'm all tied up and waiting for you!" Ron shouted, turning his head to the side and spitting out Bellatrix's wild curls. Draco smirked as he brought his hand up and lightly dragged his hand down Molly's arm, shredding her woolen jumper and leaving shallow cuts in its wake.
"Where did Potter take my wife?" Draco asked in an even low voice when he reached her wrist. The brothers exchanged a panicked look before turning back to the blonde.
"We don't know!" Fred shouted from his cell, his wild, frantic eyes focused only on his mother.
"Your mother said the same...but eventually she broke." Draco taunted them when he made a quick swipe across the woman's chest. Blood bloomed immediately from the gashes he left across her breasts, Molly couldn't help but let out a startled scream.
"We don't know! Please!" Ron shouted, watching Molly's head rolling back and her blood dripped slowly onto the floor. Narcissa glided across the floor gracefully to open another large cabinet, this one filled to the brim with potion vials. She hummed, running her fingers along the phials, obviously looking for something specific. With a mock cry of victory she pulled a large bottle with a bright red liquid inside.
"Wouldn't want her to bleed out, my Dragon." Narcissa smiled when she approached the woman. Molly's eyes rolled back in her head as she started to feel dizzy from blood loss. With a smirk, Narcissa pulled the woman's head back and poured the potion down her throat.
"Wha-?" Molly sputtered and gagged as she felt the potent elixir start to work, she blinked her eyes lazily as she looked between her boys and their captors.
"Where did Potter take my wife?" Draco asked again in a clipped, impatient tone. He ran his fingers through her hair, the blades slicing along her scalp and cutting through her red curls. They fell slowly to the floor, making the older witch burst into sobs.
"We didn't know Harry had a port key!" George cried out hysterically, he reached through the bars to grab hold of his twin needing to physically remind himself that he was there.
"You know...blood replenishing potion on-" Draco drawled lazily but the dungeon door opening and the hurried footsteps made him stop. Blaise Zabini stormed down the dungeon stairs looking frantic and disheveled, a sight Draco had never seen before.
"Fuck!" Blaise hissed, taking in the state of his mother-in-law.
"Blaise, how lovely to see you." Draco said cordially, examining the blades of his gauntlet, nonchalantly picking hairs and chunks of skin from it. "I had forgotten I had invited you down here. I really need to take you and Theo off the list. It's rude to show up unannounced like this. Can't you see it's family time?"
"Fuck!" Blaise exclaimed, without warning he advanced on Ron and punched the shocked redhead as hard as he could on his uninjured cheek.
"Bloody 'ell!" Ron exclaimed, rolling his jaw painfully, screeching out when he stretched the already bloody wounds on his cheek. Bella giggled from his lap, flicking her wand to vanish the blood that dribbled on her shoulder.
"What the hell, Zabin!" George exclaimed from his cell in outrage. Draco smirked as he backhanded Molly while giving the redhead a pointed stare. Four deep gashes were added to the woman's injuries as she hung her head to the side, one of the blades came perilously close to her eye, splitting her eyebrow.
"Shut the fuck up!" Blaise exclaimed, glaring furiously at his brother-in-law. "Fuck!"
"Language, Blaise!" Narcissa chided the Italian with a chuckle. Blaise paced in front of his wife's family, anxiously running a hand through his mussed hair.
"Apologies, Narcissa...it's just hard, seeing them here. Seeing as I vouched for them! Fucking twats! Do you live to break your sister's heart?" Blaise hissed venomously, glaring pointedly at the twins. He dismissed his mother in law and Ron Weasley, their torture made it obvious it was too late to save them.
"Careful, Blaise. Mummy-in-law gets the punishment for their cheek." Draco said coldly when he saw Ron open his mouth to say something.
"What can I do? Red will be inconsolable if she loses her entire family in a single day." Blaise turned to Draco with pleading eyes.
"Not up to me...well, the Dark Lord says we can keep mummy, here. However, the boys are just on loan for the week." Draco shrugged noncommittally, raising a pale brow.
"I hope my Lord will let me keep this one. He screams so pretty." Bellatrix cooed, happily poking her fingers into Ron's cheek. The redhead screamed in pain, making the mad woman's smile turn feral.
"I wanted to trade this fat lump for my wife." Draco sneered as he tapped a bladed finger to Molly's forehead, the small cut becoming deeper with each tap. "However, Potter decided to use a port key and kept my love with him. Now we don't know where he is."
"Ahh, I told you they were getting a little obsessed with Maia. They never told Red why but your wife is brilliant. I'm sure she'll figure out a way home before you can get anything out of them." Blaise looked at his extended family unhappily.
"My wife sent out a distress beacon from their headquarters." Draco said smugly, a look of fondness flashed in his eyes for a moment before it was smothered by rage. "He could have just handed her over to me, instead he took her."
"Yes yes Maia is the brightest witch of the ages, we know. Now, let's get back to what's important!" Bellatrix sang, twisting around in her chair so she straddled the young wizard. She playfully ran her sharp nails through her his, completely ignoring the pained whimpers that escaped his pursed lips.
"No she's no-" Ron exclaimed loudly but shut his mouth quickly when Draco smacked his mother's thigh, opening four more bleeding gashes.
"Draco, mate. I know that you can do whatever you want to them but...Red, I can't go home and tell her they all have a death sentence." Blaise whispered, staring at the bloody floor in defeat.
"What do you want me to do, Blaise? Theo and I will already be punished for your fucking in-laws stupidity because we vouched for you once. We can't do it again." Draco said coldly, watching his mother get up to administer more blood replenishing potion and an invigoration draught.
"I'll give you anything. Money!" Blaise exclaimed, making Draco snort humorously.
"Money? Please, I don't think the Malfoys have ever been as wealthy as we are now. No, if you want to try and sway the Dark Lord you know what you have to offer." Draco said boldly, giving his friend a pointed stare. Blaise lost all the color in his face as he looked between Bellatrix and Narcissa for confirmation.
"Of course, I'll help..." Bellatrix smiled cruelly, tapping her chin, deep in thought. "You use Mollywobbles as your initiation gift!"
"What?" Blaise took a step back, his eyes widened in horror and he looked to the bleeding woman who welcomed him into her home. She tried abysmally to treat him like another son and stuffed him with her grotesque cooking. He didn't really like his mother-in-law, he thought she was an overbearing harpy but he loved his wife and this woman gave birth to the goddess that married him.
"That's actually a good idea, Trixie. Our Lord hasn't decided their fates yet...if you offer servitude and bring their mother he may...oh!" Narcissa clapped her hands in glee as a sudden idea came to mind.