DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

A/n some have said the focus is off the Pixies. Unfortunately I needed to set the stage, and realistically the children are very young and need assistance. Each couple will have a role in the future. But mostly has been staged, be patient. Ready for warrior Pixies? Here they come.

I have an actual family-relation tree, a graphic. Maybe I will set something in Google drive. Any ideas?

The Rescue

Dobby appeared with a pop, "Lord Malfoy, I cannots finds them, we cants reach the entire house. The walls moves in the old area. Negus and Brutus be seeing somethins."

Lucius didn't ask, he believed it. He knew that they were against something terrible. He had seen the nasty things coming out the sick wizards. He had seen how evil looked, and he was mostly a convert.

Same with Severus. He didn't want another Dark Mark; neither did he want whatever came out of the sick Wizards. He also knew evil. Voldemort was evil, and he must be alive somewhere. And if he were, Harry was in danger. They were all in danger when you thought about it.

It had been his pride and jealousy that had hurt Harry. He had promised Lily to take care of her baby, and he hadn't. He prayed that nothing happened to them. The darkness inside him, all the terrible hate was gone. He didn't want it back.

He had killed for the monster; he had hurt people, and he was afraid for his soul. He owed it to the little ones. If they were gone, maybe evil would come back inside him, and he didn't want that.

The stairs were very dark, they used the lanterns, but Lucius pulled out his wand and cast "Lumox." A light illuminated their way. Grant looked at it with fascination, and in one second he realized what he had missed. He wanted to learn; they didn't need money, and his new job was to learn more about magic.

The steps were uneven and treacherous. Finally, they arrived at a door, but it was closed.

Maddy was up front and pushed the door. It didn't budge; it was stuck. Severus tried and got the same result. "Alohomora" but the door stayed closed.

After nearly two hours of trying, Lucius decided to blow the door open, "Everyone, move up a few steps." A small explosion and a hallway opened in front of them.

-The lost children-

The man on the tower was keeping his mind connected to his daughter's, but he was weakening. The bubble was failing, and the kids were waking up.

The calling from the conservatory was more intense. Draco felt the evil and the danger upon all of them, but all he cared about was the danger to his Mimi. He was feeling currents of strength and wanted to protect his little mate. Whereas he couldn't fight against such forces, it was good to resist, it would give them needed time to be found.

Hermione remembered the biscuits, "We needs to eat, Daddy says you need to eat to stay strong."

Although scared, their bellies were rumbling. "Yes," they all agreed and the few biscuits were shared by all five, children and dog. It helped, the food gave them hope, and the will to wait. The short respite didn't last. The sense of evil was too strong. They all knew that they were in mortal danger.

Draco was again in warrior mode. His body shielded his Mimi. The Veela inside knew the importance of protecting his mate. His claws were out, and his mouth set in a snarl, to best show whoever that he wasn't going down easy.

"Why're your teeths sharp?" Harry asked Draco. Quite impressed of Draco's new look. He understood that something had triggered it.

"Mimi, nofing happens to my Mimi." He answered, although, afraid, he was ready to defend his mate. His brave attitude emboldened all of them. Between the sugar energy and the young Veela in warrior mode, they felt less scared.

Hermione's magic was strong; the small terrier barked but stayed behind the kids. The young witch lifted her hand and pulled towards them to close the door, "Door close."

She nearly got it done, but it rebounded open and a cold wind blew across the hallway. Each one of them felt the pull to go into the room. It called them, it was like an invisible hand pulled them towards it.

However, their solidarity and faith on each other, made them stronger. Even though they were all afraid, even the little Veela, they all resisted.

Hermione, who had the heart of a warrior, was still full of the pixie spirit. Were the Pixies not able to get rid of the nasty goo? It was worth a try.

"Traco, Arry, try 'wiph' me. We do Pixies to close the door. We pretend we're closing the door. 'Ramember' we pull with our hands, and we send pixie magic." Frankie wanted to try and joined them, he imitated them.

They sat on the floor, all huddled against each other, and the terrier sat behind them. "Door close," they kept repeating it while their bodies shook with fear. They all opened their hands in front of them, the palms up, 'pulling' the door towards them hoping to close it.

Visible streams of magic flowed from their small hands straight towards the door. The streams could be seen along the door frame. At least, they were able to keep the door half closed.

Their powerful magic made the ones inside hungry for them, to own one of them. They all wished the same, to possess their bodies.

The Pixies were waging their first real battle against the Dark Forces, this became clear later on. The were fighting for their humanity and for one of them, for Harry.

They kept repeating, "We Pixies want the door close, door stay closed. We Pixies…" Their valor was unwavering; the Pixie training was paying off.

Albeit, currents of dark power clashed against the seal formed by the Pixies, they could see the 'bubble' around them cracking. Besides their arms and bodies grew tired and were very, very afraid. More than one had an 'accident,' but that was the least of their problems.

A hallway away from them, Marguerite heard a clear voice, "This way and fast, they are at their limit. Bye love."

At the tower, the old wizard closed his eyes. He had two enemies; if he'd ever escaped, he would kill the last one; but only to protect his family because he was done with killing. If he had only understood earlier, he would have killed the one who was hurting his babies. He saw him too late. No, oh no! His eyes wouldn't stay open. Tears ran down his cheeks.

Marguerite indicated the way, but it led to another blind hallway.

Remus looked and pushed at the edge of the wall. He sniffed carefully, Padfoot came and did the same.

Padfoot whined, Remus nodded his head. He placed his hands flat on the wall; it was a fake sliding-wall. "There," it slid open, easily.

They could hear the children, something about a door and Pixies, and they could also hear a small bark.

They arrived at the wall where they huddled. The children had given up a few seconds before. They were all drained. Remains of the magic still travelled towards the open door.

Draco was the only standing. He stood in front of all of them. He was in full Veela mode, nails, small fangs, large golden eyes, and the hair, with multicolor shades, all fluffed. No wings, or talons, the nails a little longer and very sharp, just like a puppy dog guarding.

The women all melted, and everyone had tears filling their eyes. Remus smiled, wanting to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Stop," Lucius yelled.

He had his wand pointed at the door. He had seen the few currents of magic still popping and traveling on that direction.

The feeling of danger had risen; there was something evil and dark emanating from the room. Now they could all see the dark vapors leaving through the open door.

"Papa, the door ," Hermione cried.

"The room," the other children exclaimed. Their bodies trembling and their teeth chattering.

Lucius aimed at the door to close it, Severus and Remus joined him along with some of witches. Grant was watching in awe. They were all slowly walking towards the children. The other magic adults had their wands pointed towards the children, ready to protect them.

"Stay there, don't move and stay there," Lucius kept telling the children.

Lucius was afraid that if the children moved, they might be within the reach of the entities behind the door, and they would lose them, forever.

"I think we need to fire away until we are at the door. It is an open gate to a realm, or maybe it is inside the room. We can just block the room. The book said gates can be opened anywhere, and they can be closed." Lucius told them.

"Yes, there is a open gate into the underworld, there are many waiting, and I can feel them." Marguerite warned.

Dobby disobeyed, jumped with Axel, and proceeded to pop the children and the dogs away. They were very fast, and Lucius was ever so happy at the disobedient and ornery elf. He would be properly rewarded.

-Later at the drawing room-

The children fell sleep nearly immediately. Each one of them had a wet bottom. They were cleaned and taken away by their parents who wouldn't stop kissing them. The pooch went to his pack after he went outside and was fed.

Paul was still in awe of the wizards and would never forget the little boy standing on guard.

They all sat together, the children were sleeping, while being held.

Later, he talked to Lucius, who disclosed his nature to them. He was fascinated the same as Grant who had already decided to get adult instruction, during the next years. He would take the needed time, a lifetime if necessary; Jeanie wanted the same. Paul decided that he was too old, but would try for the sake of protecting the young ones; the wizards in hiding would be their teachers.

"Where is the Nurse," Sirius asked. He had been asking since the day before.

"Yes, where is she?" Remus looked at Sirius and nodded.

"The nurse was Obliviated and taken back. We have enough enemies. False memories of a job in France were inserted, and we gave her three months' compensation." Lucius answered.

Remus and Sirius both growled, making some wonder about Remus.

"I want to kill her. Paying her for endangering the children? That is foolishness." Sirius sounded upset.

Remus agreed. They argued their case, Grant sided with them, he wanted to kill her himself. He had killed many during his service, and this one was fully justifiable.

After a heated argument, they were overruled. They were not the only ones who looked unhappy.

"Gryffindors," Lucius grumbled and Severus, Rabastan and Rodolphus seconded the motion.

"Rodolphus, it is such a pleasure to have you here. After the scare, it will be good that you will be living here in the estate. The dowager house and the hunting lodge all have the reinforced ceilings. You will be safe here, and nobody would look for you in one of our homes," Paul formally offered, wanting to clear the air.

Both the brothers accepted the invitation.

Rodolphus remembered, he had checked Rabastan's wrist, and both had the three initials, RKR, linked as a chain; they were now sure that they had indeed married that day. "I could read the old language, the old knowledge has saved me. Now how to get our wife." He couldn't stop grinning.

Rabastan answered, "She is mine first."

"Or what, you will kick my shins and scream bloody murder?"

"If that is what it takes, I will."

Rodolphus was still fascinated about the relationship with L'Orcs. He had met Kelly, his beautiful bride, "Yes, Rab gave me a hard time. He indicated to me that you would be the one, but I must say that he made a fine choice; what would you do if you were to find out we are really married?"

He flirted with Kelly as he kissed her hand rather slowly. "Have you thought about it, maybe we are meant to make more Pixies?" He said it half seriously, the idea had already crossed his mind. His family believed everything was preordained, even the bad things that happened to all.

She laughed and blushed. Hmm, she wouldn't mind having two handsome wizards, but her parents would probably have a fit. Besides, she had been told Rodolphus was still married. How could he be married to her? That would be well... He was in a wheelchair, still very weak, and very, very beautiful. Hmm, what if?

Sirius fell asleep and had to be levitated back to his room. When he woke up, he went to get Harry, "I am glad you are well. Just give me a little time to get better and nothing bad will ever happen to you again, my sweet prince." He held Harry in his arms.

He smiled when he felt his wet bottom, "Poor tyke, you are entitled to a few of this after being so valiant," and after cleaning him, they took a nap together.

-The next day-

Lucius and Narcissa wanted to hold Draco in their arms all the time. They had let him into their bed the night before and craved for him, but he would have none of it, and wanted to be with his friends. Harry, Draco and Hermione all slept in the same bed.

Frankie had gained admiration for Draco. He thought of him as an idol. Draco was eating it all up. He no longer thought of Frankie as an enemy but as of an ally, or maybe a follower.

Of course, Frankie joined them on the crowded bed, surrounded by all the dogs, with Padfoot stretched at the bottom, and three elves sleeping in the drawers. Evie pitched a fit, but the all claimed, "She has 'accidents,' she'll wet us." So Evie slept with her Mommy.

Severus had gone to Hogwarts overnight and had come back with the potion. After the ordeal was over, he bid Maddy goodbye. They had moved their trip forward two days, but he would be unable to come back again. As it was, Albus was complaining.

"Yes, I will be here for your next holiday. Do write me here. I am sure the mail will get to me." He kissed her cheek and inhaled her fragrant scent. Her smile held a promise.

Sirius had just come into the room. He was still exhausted but was glad the ordeal was over. He winked his eye at Severus before he Floo back to Malfoy Manor; from there, he would leave for Hogsmeade.

Later at teatime Sirius thanked the Grangers, "I will accept your invitation in a few months, however, for now, I think I will accept Lord Serpens' invitation to one of their homes for the next half a year or so. To let things cool. Lucius, Cissy, Grant and Jeanie are coming, and Remus will be joining." He would not take his eyes away from Maddy, who was behaving even friendlier after Severus went back to Hogwarts.

"So what was that?" Remus asked Lucius again.

"I have no idea, but when I entered the room I could feel something malevolent. What did you see?"

"We saw the same that you did, but it was the stench that was overwhelming. Severus' arm was badly burned. The portal was that picture on the wall. When Severus touched it, the picture burned his hand and arm. His arm went right through it," Remus remarked.

"Yes, I saw that, but 'the things,' were afraid of one of us. I wondered who scared them. The Veela or you?" Lucius remarked. They all had seen the darkness retreat into the room as they approached.

"Severus is fine; it wasn't dark magic, but real fire. And the frame was also burning with real fire. There was nothing on the wall. Once Severus came back with the potion, the room was just normal. I think it was afraid of something we could not see. Not sure at all, perhaps Grindenwald?" He whispered.

What nobody had mentioned was the frustrated scream they all heard. It happened when the portal was burned. It sounded like a person screaming. "It is not over, boy." Several of them recognized the voice and none dared to talk about it.

However they all agreed, "Harry must be protected at all times. Well. Not only Harry, something has seen and wanted the Pixies. Whatever was there had wanted them all. Maybe started with Harry, and now it wanted more.

"Yes, now that our Pixies have become 'known,' we need to protect them. We must get ready. Just imagine something equally scary, Dumbledore learning about them." Lucius added.

They all looked afraid. The battle had clearly begun, a fight to get rid of Voldemort, and to protect the children. The Malfoy had a mission, to protect their child's mate and everyone's future. What started as Draco finding his mate had turned into a battle to defend their futures.

It was as if everything were falling in place, but there was much more, many things that they still needed to discover. The future was uncertain and they needed to prepare, to train for what was coming and that included training the children. One thing was for certain, Voldemort was out there and he wasn't the only one, Dumbledore was also a danger.

Everybody was quiet.

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