A/N There might be a mention of same sex unions, but not slash. I respect choices between consenting adults, neither approve nor condone it. We don't have a choice in who we love. This chapter deals with abuse, betrayal, but also with chances for a better future.

RESCUED

At the evil-doers, aka Dursleys.

Not a good foster home.

The long Mercedes Sedan parked right in front of the house. It was not the type of automobile driven by a Family Services employee. Jones came around running and opened Dr. Elly's door, and then the front door. Out the front door came a young man dressed with a pullover and a sports jacket. Jones put on his jacket to hide his holster. He didn't know whether or not the ones in civilian clothes were armed. He had a bad feeling, nothing good was waiting inside.

It was 10:46 A.M. So why was Mr. Dursley's car still there? Dr. Elly had said he was a tall burly man, so Jones looked around to make sure he wasn't trying to make a getaway.

Remus had his wand in a holster under his linen waistcoat. Grant's beautiful sister was walking ahead of him. Woof, she was a nice bird. She had talked about children, but he didn't smell a man on her.

Her bum was nice, hmm, tall, maybe 1,72 or so. He liked her very short blond hair, the silver spidery earrings, and the large silver wolf medallion; never mind, he also liked her large amber eyes and her pixie's face; she was beautiful…Yeah, he really, really liked her.

Lately he liked all young females that he'd met, except Mimi. At this he smiled, he loved his pup. But back to his recent behavior, he was going crazy because everyone of them smelled like possible mates, it was his brain misbehaving, 'No, not really they were trial rounds because she is the one.' Moony sighed.

As they came closer to the house, his wolf senses came alive. Tonight was a full moon, and he was in a heightened sensorial state. He sniffed as they approached the door. James, or was it Lily? Wait, there was a sickly stink attached to the scent, oh, god it was little Harry…was he sick? Something was off. The door opened.

"So it took you over a day? What do you need my dear girl? "The nasty burly man assesed Elly in a lecherous manner. The three men tensed at his attitude. She didn't waiver and stood cool and professional.

His wife, a thin sourly faced woman that looked a bit like Lily, came to the door. Remus'd met her before, at the wedding, the nasty sow. She didn't show signs of recognition, which was good. A heavy set boy of five or six, he ought to weight close to six or maybe seven stone, also came to look, Ugh. The pup's a nasty boy. Moony asserted.

"Dudley, son, go to the car and wait. Father will be out in a minute to take you to school." Petunia ordered and continued to asses the group.

"But mother." The nasty child whined. Remus looked at him right on the eye; it took but one of Moony's stares, and Dudley nearly peed on his pants. "Yes, mommy, I am going," and the spud ran away from the sow, to the car.

"Again, why are you here? Speak up now that my young son is away, nothing for his innocent ears, I am sure. Vernon prompted, his tone venomous.

Lukewarm bravado, they all thought.

"Why do you feel the need to bring an Army to intimidate respectable citizens?" Both Vernon and Petunia kept looking at the street, as if in waiting for someone to show up.

Earlier, Dumbledore had sent a note. He wrote that under no circumstances they were to release Harry to anyone. It had just arrived. Today was Dudley's pediatrician's appointment, and Vernon had stayed home for the morning. They had been at the surgery and just back. He was now taking him to school. When he arrived at home he found the message attached to the door and was hoping the man himself would show. With the way things were inside, he could not allow these people in.

"You seemed awfully nervous," Jones observed. The man was hiding something, Remus had the feeling they needed to get moving.

Vernon ignored him. "Mr. Dursley, Mr. Mosley has the order for us to inspect your home. Is properly signed, he is authorized to use whatever means necessary to enable me to conduct the inspection. Could you move aside?" Elly was done with asking, she was telling.

"I need to call –."

"No, you don't, if you don't move you will be moved by force." Remus moved up front, he was the taller of all of them, followed by Jones. Both over 6' 3", Mosley was shorter and stocky, just a bit taller than Elly.

"If you cooperate, things will go easier. Again, where is the child, Harry Potter, born on July 1980, son of Mrs. Dursley's sister Lily and James Potter?" Elly asked again, as they came in looking around.

"Harry isn't here. I just did not think it was your business. He is away at my sister's home." Petunia interjected.

"Ah, is that so? Please show me to his room."

"I won't, you cannot come in." Vernon blocked the door.

Vernon was hoping for the old freak to show up at once. No such luck, at that time Dumbledore was at the Ministry.

Petunia backed up, and Vernon was faced with three very fit men coming toward them, and smartly, he moved aside.

Elly wanted to start upstairs, but Remus had detected the boy's scent coming from a small storage room, under the stairs. The one some families use along with the attic to store suitcases and things of the sort, a deep cupboard. His heart stopped, had they killed the boy? No, he could hear a shallow breathing.

"Miss Granger, would you look under the stairs? I think there is something there." Remus suggested.

Vernon and Petunia paled. Mosley could see their faces. "Yes, let's look."

"Err, You don't have the right to look but in the rooms. Let me see the letter," Vernon demanded.

The letter read: "all the living areas to include questionable areas." Vernon read aloud; "I say that cannot be on question. You are probably thieves, we have valuables there."

"No, I think it is up to my judgement, let's see what you are hiding."

The storage's door was locked, "Please, the key, Elly stretched her hand, and the Dursley just shrugged their shoulders.

"I am not sure where it is." Vernon said with a huge smile of relief; he was breathing easier.

Mosley pulled some tool from his jacket pocket; he introduced one of the heads in the lock, jiggled a bit, a click sounded, and it opened farther.

Remus felt a very cold hand right by his ear and heard a whisper, "Not there, in the large built in cupboard at the end of the room."

Vernon praised himself for his good acting. As long as they wouldn't go further... Mosley started pulling items from the storage.

While everyone was busy, Remus walked to the old cupboard at the end of the room. He opened the door to the old storage, it was dark and stunk. He pulled the wand and casted a Lumox, it would not be enough to register at the MoM, and what he saw, made him want to kill the couple outside.

"Here, Mosley, Jones, someone stay with the Dursleys. We need a big blanket."

They all ran to the room, Remus was nearly growling with anger, he wanted to kill Vernon. No, it wouldn't serve any purpose.

In the very small place, on top of an old mattress, a small boy was laying. He was very pale, his nose was bleeding, and his legs were bruised. He had done all his bodily functions on a corner of the room. Moony smelt death near by.

He picked up the small boy who did not weight very much. The child was dressed in very large clothes, and wore glasses put together with tape. He was very hot, and clammy, and stunk of urine, vomit, and illness.

"'Miss Granger, we have a medical healer waiting for him; please let Mr. Mosley take care of the situation and you will come with us.

"Is it a licensed surgery?" She winked her eye to him. It had all been orchestrated; rescues like this had been done before. The state was not always the best thing for children taken away from abusive environments.

"Of course, you take him with Mr. Jones, on second thought, I need to stay around here, and I will be there in a while." Remus said.

"Mr. Mosley, I will take it from here, your car is around the corner, right?"

Mosley was glad to be away from here, it was one of the worse ones he had seen to date. He was always happy to be a part of these clandestine operations. They were done as special favors to people in places of power. People, who couldn't afford the scandals or other situations; granted this time was stranger than the others. Before he arrived to his car, he wondered what he was doing around there, and decided that he needed to go back to the office. He did not remember leaving his house this morning, strange.

Remus performed an Obliviate on the Dursleys, put a good block, and inserted a memory of them finding the cupboard open. They couldn't even remember about Dr. Elly's visit the day before. Let Dumbledore ask them whatever, when he came around.

Remus remembered about the son and went by the car. The boy was sitting on the floor, probably hiding. He was a bully and was afraid they had come for him. Remus sneered. He inserted a memory of waiting for his parents and nobody had came out.

Remus went into a shed behind the house and Apparated at the Granger's home to use the Floo.

Lucius and Serpens' collect broken wizards.

"Don't look back, and Malfoy, I don't like what you are doing. But, I like less what has happened. I have fought for the light, and I don't understand what is going on. I just know isn't what I believe or can support. I will be following you closely. I have looked in the minds of the Lestrange brothers, and I still don't like them or their supremacist blood ideas. However, they are not guilty, they had Veritaserum as well.

The Black witch has done some nasty things in her life, but this is one of the worst. It will be a while before I can have a good night's sleep after seeing their combined memories. If there is an evil witch, she is it, and I hope she is never out of Azkaban.

Take them where I never seen them again, if they ever fight against us, I will kill them myself. As for Sirius, I am ashamed. Take him and hide him well. I have copied the evidence for when he is ready to come forward again. As for Dumbledore, we the light, need to decide, it is none of your business. You owe us two lives. Go this address, here is a key. Take them far away and keep walking."

Serpens and Lucius kept walking. After a block or two, they looked back and there was not anyone behind them. They Apparated at the given address, it was a small hotel at Knockturn Alley, and the key was to one of their rooms. On the bed, there were three grown up men. The room stunk badly, of unwashed bodies, dried blood, feces, and urine, and sickness. They were all very ill and shaking. Lucius saw the bearded men.

He felt sick for what he saw. It just wasn't right. They would have to touch them. Good thing his Péperè also wore gloves. They stood to the side, and they Apparated to Malfoy Manor. No more than one or two words had been exchanged between the Malfoys, this was appalling. Lucius hated the Dark Mark more than ever. Damn Bella, damn the Dark Lord, damn Albus, damn them all.

Arthur meets the Benevolent Tyrant

Lucius had been right; Albus had invaded his mind as soon as he came in. Arthur was trying to control his anger and his disillusionment, his Molly.

"Sorry son, needed to make sure. You understand it, right?" Dumbledore asked with a benevolent voice and the old twinkle.

Arthur forced a smile, "I am not sure what are you talking about it. And what is the reason probing my mind?"

"Molly came to see me, she thought some silly. Let it go." Dumbledore sounded evasive.

"She came to see you, why and when?" Arthur's voice had an edge.

"She was concerned about your sudden fortune. Wives, she was being silly. Was afraid that maybe you might have done something wrong." Dumbledore told him.

"The money, is that it? I didn't want to tell her the truth. I have invested some every year, and they have paid big. We should have a comfortable life. I didn't tell her how much, so it will last longer. I want to grow the funds." Arthur smiled with complicity permeating his voice.

Albeit Dumbledore was no longer suspicious and he smiled, he would keep an eye on Arthur. Women, they were silly at times. Now, for Harry's keeper; he needed to stop, the man thought Family Services wanted to see Harry. Not a good idea, not yet. He looked at the wall; it was nearly 11:15, time to go. He Apparated near the Dursley's home, and under and invisibility charm, came by the house. He would have Floo connected, this was not convenient. As he approached he noticed the car still at the driveway. Hmm, something was off.

HEALING THE BROKEN

Arthur arrived home. He now understood that something had changed Dumbledore over time, a slow and gradual change. Maybe so many losses and fighting the dark for so long had taken a toll, and he no longer trusted anyone's judgment but his own. Arthur went over case by case and turned them on his mind by enumerating them.

- On Sirius case, Dumbledore had been a self-appointed judge, jury, and executioner, and he had been wrong. Sirius had been sent for life for killing his best friends and ten Muggles; and to find out the traitor was Wormtail, this alone made it clear that Albus was fallible.

-Then to make it all worse, he had used blood wards and gave Harry, a Magical child, to his aunt who hated her sister Lily, the dead witch, and all that was magical. That made him irresponsible and hard to trust with the safety of children.

-Albus had sent two Death Eaters, the Lestrangers, who were as much victims as their victims to Azkaban. Why? Simply because he was angry over the Longbottoms, and was not able to consider their personal tragedy and their lack of free will thus condemning them to a life in a terrible prison. Three young wizards, Sirius, Rabastan, and Rodolphus just a few years older.

- Lastly his worse fault, he wasn't adverse to use compulsion and natural greed to make spouses to turn against one another. He had no aversion to destroy families for what he considered the greater good. Indeed, he had made himself a benevolent tyrant.

Arthur hated blood purists. He was good friends with the Prewett brothers and with many who had died in conflict, and he wanted to fight for them, but he wasn't willing to be blind to Albus' bad decisions and abuse of power.

He made a decision, two could play this game. Hopefully Molly was still salvageable since he could never abandon his beloved children. He had turned into a spy for Lucius, and he would play his part from now on. He would fight for the right side, his.

"Arthur, Bill had a small problem at school, and I had to go in a hurry." Were Molly's first words when he arrived home, she was repeating Albus' words. Charlie listened with interest? What had happened to Bill and when? Mum had not said she was going to see Bill. Why was mum lying? I am going to tell my daddy. He decided, something was wrong as he had believed earlier. Or should he tell his dad. His father knew she was lying. What to do?

"You don't say? Yes, Albus mentioned your coming when he came by the Ministry to run errands." Arthur was boiling inside at her lie. Molly was speechless at the unexpected statement but played along.

"It is early, we can go out shopping, and then we can put the children early to bed." Molly wanted to play her love card not wanting further questioning.

Although, Arthur was mad, he loved Molly and liked their physical relation too much to give it up. This was going to be a long battle. "Yes, let's do that." Molly smiled to herself; she had Arthur wrapped around her little finger.

Charlie saw the smirk on his father's face. There was something going on, and he was keeping his eyes open, and his ear close to the ground, his mother had lied and his father knew it. He decided, he needed to talk to Bill before he said anything to his father.

"Yes, Ronny, Mommy will buy the Quidditch jumper just like the one of the Zabini boy, and for you, little lady, that big dolly you wanted at the toy store." Molly told the excited little children. The twins, and Charlie wanted new trainers, and Percy wanted a pair of dress shoes.

When it Rains it pours – Broken

Lucius and Serpens arrived with the injured wizards. Axel and Mipsy took them to the large room prepared for them. It was located at one of the closed wings that had been aired and cleaned for today; the area which seemed in ruins, was at the edge the old castle walls. It was not all ruins, it was disguised by a powerful charm concealing a wing of five suites; the entrance to the hallway from the manor was hidden behind a movable magic wall.

The elves had prepared medicinal baths with insecticide potions for the new comers. Lucius sent an owl for Severus to come over; all the work needed to be finished this day because tomorrow was the full moon, and Remus wouldn't be available.

Healer Muctis arrived, he came with his son who had been a healer for six years now. The Muctis, a family of medical wizards had attended the Malfoy families for centuries. They worked exclusively for the Malfoy and their employees and were 100% loyally bound to the Malfoy Family.

They went into the bath to clean the men; they had to be deloused, facial hair gone, and bodies cleaned, healing insecticide salves applied, and gently moved to the beds. Sometimes magic had its limitations and sanitary measurements still had their place in the Wizarding world.

Rodolphus had been tortured many times. He was in the same cell with Bella for two years and she wasn't gentle. She mentally tortured him and did sexual favors in exchange for the guards to beat him up. He had been violated, bones broken, and some other unspeakable tortures done to him. Same had been done to Rabastan and the combination, had snapped Rodolphus' psychic. Lucius did a gentle probe and had to retreat, he ran to the bathroom to vomit, he was shaking, his teeth shuttering. The brothers needed a gentle hand; he would send the women to take care of them.

Sirius was malnourished, the three of them were. He was suffering from hypothermia and his mind wasn't well. He appeared well beyond his twenty-four years, and it was the same for Rabastan.

Azkaban was run by corrupt officials who pocketed the funds sent to run the place. The presence of the Dementors made it all that much worse.

Dobby appear with pop and a loud crack, "Master Lucius, the little master is heres, Healer Muctis must come right and says the little Master be very sick."

"Pépère, could you stay here, with Healer Muctis Jr.?"

Serpens nodded his head , "Go,"

Nothing would have prepared Lucius for what he saw next. Grant's sister had to go back to work, but Jones and Remus were there. Cissy, Grant, and Jeanie were there as well. Thallia had stayed with the little ones and Pretzel.

Dobby had Scourgified the small child and dressed him in one of Draco's night clothes, that were left open for the healer to check. The child's face was battered; one eye was swollen shut; the lips were cracked from the fever; and he wore glasses put together with tape.

But it was when the Healer removed Harry's top that the reality came crushing upon them. Remus growled menacingly, the women closed their eyes, and then came to stand by the bedside. Remus was pale, obviously trying to keep it together. Lucius couldn't understand how a child could have belt marks, bruises, and infected sores. And to be so skinny, you could count every rib and bone.

Fury ran up his throat. He tasted bile and anger. Here was the son of a great house, and even if they were Blood traitors, how could have anyone treated a noble heir like this. Fucking Muggles, no, it wasn't the Muggles, it was Dumbledore's fault for not checking more on the child. He wanted to go and first kill the Muggles and then take care of the Headmaster.

He knew that there was only one who could defeat the Dark Lord, and the one was this child, and Lucius doubted the child's survival past the night. They should have tried harder, and Severus needed to come.

"Lord Malfoy, who is this child?" he had already seen the mark. "Is he Harry Potter?" asked Healer Muctis, disgust was painted on his face.

"Yes, he is," answered Lucius, his face was contorted with anger. Having a child the same age was making him lose control. He could feel his Veela rising.

Remus paced the room like an angry beast, he wanted to go and kill the Muggles who were responsible. Oh James, I have been a bad friend. How could Dumbledore have allowed this to happen? He growled again. Moony was also right beneath his skin.

"Remus go with Dobby, I have another person you must see." Remus heart beeped irregularly. Could it be? He didn't want to leave Harry behind but he wanted to see Sirius; and Lucius didn't want an angry werewolf around his wife. Grant offered to go with him, and Lucius thought it might be a good idea. They probably needed a dental healer, at least to look.

After a thorough examination, and Healer Muctis' soft curses, "Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, this child needs to go to St Mungo's. I cannot adequately treat him here. The men in the other room need the same, but they are adults and I can take the risk. This boy is very important to all of us. With due respect sir, I know you respected the Dark Lord."

"Please stop right there; there is no need to apologize. I have no real allegiances. Unfortunately, the boy must stay here; so tell me what needs to be done. You or your son can stay here. You know this is a secret and nobody can find out, right?"

Muctis shoulders sagged. He was not at all sure that this child could be saved at home. He would try but he had a bad feeling. Cissy and Jeanie held hands; both had the same thought, what if something should happen to one of them, would this be Draco or Hermione? Tears came down their faces. They both had internally decided to be this boy's mother, and give him all he had missed since his young mother had died.

After a protracted silence, dragging for at least two minutes, "He has a perforated lung and a nasty infection raging inside. He is totally dehydrated, and he hasn't had a square meal in years. Who has done this? Whoever has done it must pay!" Healer Muctis' voice was angry; most unusual for him because he was reserved and almost never spoke out his diagnosis, but he was shocked. In all his years working for the privileged he had never seen something like this.

"I will do it, and remember that the young men also need intensive care. I guess that we will take turns." Muctis said. "We will need some special potions only available at St. Mungo's."

"I will get them for you." Lucius advised, he had enough contacts everywhere.

"He needs around the clock care, elves are usually ok, but not for him. He needs an adult, preferably a woman, and children if he gets better." He put a marked emphasis on the 'if.'

"He will get better, and the ones who did this will pay, maybe not right away, but oh, yes, they will." Lucius and Cissy said, "Aye."

They were all so involved that they didn't hear the door open and little feet quietly make their way in. By the time the adult noticed, Hermione was by the bed with Draco in tow.

"Arry, you are real and so many boo-boos. Poor Arry, the doptor will makes all better." Hermione spoke softly as she touched his hand, and climbed on Avside of the bed. Draco stayed behind, he stood grabbing Lucius thigh, bug-eyed; he was horrified to see a child smaller than him all bruised and so very pale.

Draco wasn't alone, they all were upset and horrfied..