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A Magic Trio

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, Mimi 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." Mimi said as she touched his hand, climbing on the side of the bed. Draco stayed behind grabbing Lucius thigh. He was bug-eyed, horrified to see a child smaller than him all bruised and so very pale.

Lucius was upset that the kids were here, they had probably escape Mémerè's supervision; no wonder they were fast as the wind.

Harry opened his eyes just a little and tried to smile, "You are the angel, is my mommy here?" he had looked at Dudley's books and had listened to the books being read to him while hiding very quiet behind the couch, so he knew about heaven and angels. He also knew that his mommy was dead, and that she must be in heaven, so the pretty angel visting him had been sent by his mommy.

"You silly," a favorite word of Mimi's, she thought it was very grown up, "I am Mimi, but my real name is Hermione, and your mommy isn't here, but my mommy and mommy Cissy are here, and Traco is here too." She said while the adults watched.

"That's not right, her name is Mimi." Draco mumbled.

Healer Muctis; face lit up; he hadn't thought that the boy would regain conscience on his own, this was a good sign, and he had been right, mothers and children. This child needed love and lots of it.

Draco lost his shyness and came forward. He went around the bed and climbed on the other side, and without hesitation he held Harry's other hand. Harry smiled again, "Hi Traco," and he went to sleep. Healer Muctis just worked around the children, while the adults looked with infinite sadness and also with joy.

Thallia had come looking for the little rascals and came forth slowly. She was first appalled at the state of the child being healed, and her soft heart twisted inside to see the young children being strong beyond their years. Feelings of revenge were holding the adults hostage, but they would later talk about their options.

Draco liked Harry and was glad to be of some help. However, he didn't like the way Mimi was being so nice and holding Harry's hand. She was his, and he didn't want to share. Alas, Draco was a good host, and he would be polite as Daddy was with Uncle Sevus and other wizards. A friend would be fine, but Mimi was his. He would explain it to Harry when he was well. Reaching this decision, he assumed the role of being a good host. Hermione was happy to see Harry; she had known that he wasn't a dream. He was very sick; he had fevers and probably a big headache. She petted his hand and touched his hair gently, and then got on her knees and removed the broken glasses, which she passed to her Mommy. "You need to buy him new ones, these are broken." Miss Bossy was alive and well.

"My name is so Hermione, ask my daddy," she reprimanded Draco, who stubbornly shook his head .

"We will talk' bout later." Draco answered, he was still playing the good host, and Daddy said you didn't argue in front of guests. All the adults smiled, ah the children warmed your heart. After this, both children were quiet, and stayed sitting next to Harry.

Dobby was back and also stood near by. He liked this little wizard a lot. This was Harry Potter, he had heard them talking. All the elves knew he had defeated the Dark Lord, and he, Dobby, stood right by him.

A Clean Bed and Memories

It smelled of consommé with chopped gizzards, and a dash of Fino Sherry, his favorite. Just as Momma Dorea used to prepare for her boys; this bed was soft, and he was nice and warm. If this was heaven and was very nice. An excellent accommodation, silk covered walls, large windows with silk drapes, and two more beds. He must have died which made him a little sad. He had hope to get his godchild back.

"Is he going to make it?" He heard a voice ask. Shit, he recognized the voice; he opened one eye, turned his face, "MOONY? Is that YOU?" Sirius tried to sit up, only to find out he had zero strength.

"Stay down, you are weak and have gone through a bad ordeal. You are also very undernourished. Padfoot, I am so very glad to see you." Remus was grinning from ear to ear.

He walked forward while the young healer and Serpens worked to heal Rodolphus.

Serpens was a good assistant. This wizard, the age of his Lucius, was a step away from death's door, Serpens thought angrily; and when he saw the Death Eater's mark on his arm, the anger for the Dark Lord intensified. He was glad to hear the other young wizard waking up after three years in that hell hole. He wished that either Octan or Abraxas had trusted him, at least Abraxas had written the letter to him about his suspicions of the Dark Lord. So many dead over the two last Dark Lords, always the same story, maybe they would learn this time.

"Moony, you know I didn't betray them. It was Peter, he lost a finger during the explosion," Sirius was trying to explain in a big hurry.

"Shh, we will talk later. I know that and more. We have a lot to talk. But first, remain calm and don't make me have to restrain you."

Remus had his wand handy. "You are at Malfoy Manor, and don't make those faces, we aren't prisoners. You need to take my word for it. We all have put our trust in the wrong leaders, and no, Lucius is not who you think. Do you promise to stay calm and I will tell you more? Just know, Dumbledore is not one to be trusted. Be very careful." Remus talked calmly and hoped to make some sense.

Sirius thought that was too much information and way too bizarre. But seeing that Remus believed on his innocence, away from that hell , and being spoon fed consommé by Moony, made sense; hence he would listen. He had all the time in the world. He wanted to eat, sleep, and get better.

"Two more things before you fall back to sleep. I am tutoring two children, one young wizard, Malfoy's heir, and one little Muggleborn witch, and we just rescued Harry Potter. Albus had him living with Lilly's horrible sister, and the poor lad is almost dead. He is James, but he is all broken."

Sirus face came alive. Blood started to pump furiously, the adrenaline and serotonin served better than a healing potion. He sat on the bed. The three healthy wizards looked at the dark haired wizard with awe. "Is my godson here?"

Remus smiled, he liked the color returning to Sirius cheeks, "Yes, if you promise to behave, I will take you to see him."

"I will try, I need clothes," Dobby was ready with all he needed.

"A shave and a shower…" as he touched his face, he looked at Remus with wonder.

"It has all been done for you, you were, shall we say, not clean? If you care to use the loo etc, I will wait."

Grant was currently examining Rabastan's mouth and shaking his head. All the teeth had to go. They had been in a medieval type prison judging by all the broken teeth, scars and bruises. And the little boy, he could not get the images away from him. He still wished that he could get up and run. he knew it was no longer an option.

Sometimes you are called to fight wars and you fight them on if they are just, only a cowards backs out. A Granger would never be a coward.

Privet Drive-

"Tuny, where is that blasted freak?" Vernon was sweating profusely. It was fear, a message at the door had announced of Dumbledore's early evening arrival.

They, the Dursleys, couldn't remember what had happened earlier that day. Their last memory was of moving Harry from the cupboard under the stairs to the deep storage room. It was disgusting; he had thrown up on his clothes and had wet his trousers; they were forgetting that he had been very sick.

"Vernon, maybe he needs to go to the surgery, he is very hot. I think you went too far this last time. "

"It was your fault for complaining about him so much. He breaks things; he is a FREAK and another mouth to feed, as if it was my responsibility," Vernon was turning purple with anger.

"All I can remember is someone at the door yesterday then another one today; both stood by the door and no freak in site," Vernon screamed again.

They had not heard the soft pop by the door. "And who is the freak you cannot find?" The tall long-bearded demon was addressing them.

"No one, sir, we w—," Petunia started.

"Dispense me of your babble, where is Harry, your nephew, may I add? The same freak that your husband collects a monthly payment of £4,313.00 for his care, and out of that, £2,111.00, were a payment for your care-taking services; a handsome sum I would say. As for the rest, it was meant for his expenses, which should have included a good education, and the costs to bring him up with the decorum due to a son from a good house. I would expect that he be also provided with proper attire, suitable quarters, a nurse, toys, books, and whatever else required. So where is he?" Dumbledore asked.

The Headmaster already knew that Harry wasn't in the house; furthermore, he had already scanned the entire house looking for him. He had come after Mrs. Figg's owled him when she had heard that Dursleys weremcombing the neighborhood for Harry.

Petunia looked surprised, "Vernon, he said £4,313.00; what is wrong here?"

Vernon did not bother to answer, he shrugged his shoulders, "Later, we will talk later."

Petunia realized those were all the bonuses and promotions. And that was not even half, besides she was all too aware of the magnitude of their crime; they had collected such large sums, and she had allowed Vernon to practically kill the child; suddenly, she felt rather sick. Vernon was not alone, she had done the same by starving him, when she left him locked over several days, when gone in all those expensive holidays. They were as good as dead.

"Please take me to his room. You can later discuss your marital problems." Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and Snape appeared behind him. Petunia recognized the nasty wizard boy, and she shuddered in fear seeing the now imposing tall wizard, "Severus, please check everyone nook and cranny," and snapped his fingers again. A fierce and very handsome man appeared in the room.

"Scrimgeour, please check around for signs of struggle, blood whatever; and Mrs. Dursley, you go with your old acquaintance," pointing her to Snape who smirked viciously.

Dumbledore appeared disappointed, "To think I trusted you because you wrote me a letter, what a fool I was. We better find Harry at this home, or you better prepared to pay the consequences. Whatever happened to sisterly love?" His eyes misted for an instant remember a little sister long ago.

"Mr. Dursley, would you lead me to Master's Potter's room." Vernon was feeling ill. The sausage he had for lunch was coming back.

"Err, hmm, he shares room with my son," answered Vernon.

"Interesting, lead the way," Dumbledore demanded, he already had seen that he was lying.

Vernon walked up the stairs, seemingly on the way to the gallows; Petunia was not fairing much better. She had the feeling that they knew Harry was not here. Furthermore, she was praying that Dudley would not be coming back from having tea with his best friend, two houses down. She didn't want her sweet baby to be afraid.

In Dudley's room there was only one large bed. Further inspection of the room confirmed there were no Harry's belongings in this room. The next room was a playroom for one child with only one desk. There were not traces of Harry living there either.

Dumbledore had a sinking feeling. Someone had taken Harry, but if so, who had? Moreover, where did the lad sleep, inside a cupboard? Of course not, he must be missing something. Or, had these brutes killed him. He needed Harry to kill Voldemort; he knew they were not taken good care of him, but nothing like this.

He believed a little over 1,000 galleons, would sweeten the chore; besides, the woman was the auntie, for Merlin's sake. The blood wards were the easiest to cast, and he would have full control over them, but obviously he had made an error in judgment.

"Albus, come right now." Albus heard the concern in Severus' voice and wasted no time. He Apparated back to the first floor, forgetting about Vernon, who taking advantage of the lapse, stepped to his room, dug under the mattress, took out a flat case, and slipped his bulky frame out the window. It was no small feat but he did it. He went down a fire escape ladder that he had kept since ever just for a time like this. He would miss Tunny and would find a way to get her; but for now, he had the key to the car.

The three wizards were appalled at what they found. Under the stairs, behind a front row of coffers and travel cases, there was a little cot; it had a meager mattress, a thin deck, and some old clothes hanging from a wire.

Dumbledore missed a pair of condemning eyes passing judgment on him; yes, Albus was the one at fault.

"Albus this is not all," Scrimgeour guided him. The other room smelled of sickness, and other unpleasant smells, which the couple had certainly tried to remove. With a wave of the wand, the Aurors showed him all the signs of blood around the room.

Dumbledore came by Petunia who was being dragged around by Snape. "Severus, would you do the honors?"

Snape put his hand on her forehead, the memories of the last two days seemed to be whipped out. That was good, he thought, and then refrained he of an opinion knowing how powerful Albus was. Petunia was screaming, the feeling the invasion of her brain was not gentle, and it made her feel intense pain. Severus was invasive; he moved fast and even looked at very personal memories. Memories of envy and hatred for Lilly made him very sad.

What he saw next made his father's deeds seemed trivial when compared to the cruelty the young child had to endure. At least he had his mother's love and a meal in front of him. This woman had allowed so many acts of cruelty to happen to her own kin; Severus wanted to vomit.

She personally was neglectful and had willfully allowed the cruelty to happen. She complained about the child and locked her self-up while she could hear the cries. He saw her lying to the small boy, telling him that his parents were monsters and drunks who had died in a car accident, and that he was freak and deserved nothing. At once, he remembered Lilly, her eyes, he had her eyes, but the face reminded him of James.

He had to stop, "The bathroom, where is it?"

He ran and emptied his stomach. He was really hoping that there was no afterlife, so he would not have to tell Lily what he had seen, and why he had never checked on her son.

Dumbledore had been inside, once he saw Snape's face and he decided at once; he could not allow the Order to know this. He would blame the Muggles, and he needed to put Dursley in Azkaban. Merlin, he had left the man alone upstairs.

"Scrimgeour, bring the husband," Albus was ordering when the doorbell rang. It was Dudley.

The three wizards left the house sometime later. Albus was furious to have let his guard down letting the criminal get away. They left a compulsion on Petunia to get in touch with them whenever Vernon came around.

Dumbledore had to figure out to find out where Harry was and how to punish the Muggles, or his authority would be challenged. Petunia couldn't leave the perimeter of the house and neither could Dudley. There was nothing else to be done, for now.

Dumbledore had gained a staunch enemy who no longer trusted him. It was his fault for not checking before, and he was going to try to wash his hands. Neither the Auror nor the Professor favored the headmaster getting his hands on the boy, and hoped he was safe. Severus was going out tonight; he had a date and broadcasted to whomever tried to read his mind.

Friday morning at the Manor.

Sirius was waking up after having nightmares all night long. The sight of Harry had been too much for his weak body and he fainted. The healer gave him an extra dose of dreamless sleep but it hadn't worked.

After Grant had checked the teeth of three inmates and whatever were left of Harry's, he gave his recommendations of extractions to curb the infection on the body, Muctis told them he would be bringing a dental healer of great trust, his son-in-law. Snape would be contacted today to get all the required potions. He often came to visit Lucius,and it would not be any different from other weeks.

Sirius wasn't sure where he was when he heard a female voice he recognized. "Sirius, are you awake?"

He opened his eyes, and he saw that Narcissa was there. She looked as pretty as always. Why was she here? He looked at her with visible mistrust.

She laughed, "No need to be like that, I am also glad to see you. You are safe at the Manor." Ah, it was all coming back. She pulled a chair and sat by his side.

"Dear cousin, sorry you had to endure all of this. You were set up. We need you a bit better to discuss the next move. Lucius will be here in a while, and we need to decide. You are all safe here for now. Right now, the ones in the biggest danger are Harry and Rodolphus. Harry is the worst. Nobody knows if he will pull through." She held Sirius' shaking hand.

"Cissy, how could this happen? I don't understand, who was taking care of little Harry?" Sirius face was hard, his eyes blazing with anger and fever. 'Whoever did that to him must be punished. I will do it myself."

"Sirius, you need to calm down, you cannot go anywhere, you are very sick yourself. If I tell you, do you promise just to listen?"

He nodded, but wan't sure if he would be able to keep the promise. He knew as soon as he was able, he would be paying a visit to whoever was responsible. He wanted to know why he was here, instead of Bella, Cissy's sister. And why Lestranges and again no Bella, and why was he here in the midst of a Death Eater's family, and why was Remus here? He was still confused and felt the Dementors around him.

"Dumbledore sent Harry to Harry mother's sister. Apparently, the child was living inside a cupboard." Cissy bit her lip and looked the other way, Sirius was crushing her hand.

"Fucking Dumbledore, is he crazy? That woman hated Lilly. I'll kill all those responsible. I need you to know that didn't kill James or Lilly. Please believe me." Sirius looked demented; he wasn't well, not well at all.

"Cissy, Cissy, is that you?" Rabastan tried to sit up to look at the apparition in front of him. He was also a ghost of the wizard he had been.

Cissy stood up, and went by Rab's bed. She sat on the mattress, and Rabastan half sat and embraced her in a tight hug. He started crying like a baby in heart wrenching sobs, and it broke Cissy's heart. She was ashamed for Bella's badness. Moreover, albeit she knew the brothers were blood supremacists, sherthey would never do the vile things Bella did for her Dark Lord.

Rodolphus was still non-responsive. Rabastan asked, "Cissy, is Dolphus going to be well?"

She choked with emotion and didn't know how to answer. Lucius, Serpens, and Grant stood by door. Lucius came and put his arms around Cissy, "Shh, love, all is going to be well."

"Good to see you Rabastan; it is good to have you all here. I hope by Sunday we can talk. Meanwhile, you are restrained to the sleeping areas. We don't know if the escape will be reported, we don't think it will. I will explain to you all later. As far as the Prison officials are concerned, you are all still there. My wife and I are very happy to have you here."

He stood up with Grant and Serpens to greet Muctis Jr.

The healer had just woken up and was coming from the bathroom. "Nice tub, big enough for a family. Oh, good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Granger, " he came around and shook hands.

"Sirius Black, my wife's cousin, and Rabastan Lestrange, a dear friend of the family, here are Serpens Malfoy, my great-great-grandfather, and my future in law. I will explain later. And yes, he is a Muggle, or so it seems."

Lucius couldn't take his eyes away from Cissy's hands that still held Rabastan's. However, the peace in the younger wizard's eyes made his eyes water. He was grateful of how much good had come out of Draco finding his little mate.

"The three adult women will be taking turns with you all. Muctis feels you can all benefit from a witch's hand, and maybe the children can come and visit when Dolphus is better."

Lucius guts twisted, he didn't want Cissy here with the Lestranges. He knew that Dolphus still loved Cissa, and he had never stopped. He wanted them gone, far away, to be with their parents, but that might be dangerous. Grant had an idea worth exploring.

Sirius was looking at the Muggle, his brain was registering something, same with Rabastan. He looked very familiar, but he couldn't figure out whom he resembled.

"Grant, you look so familiar," his eyes closed from the effort, and Rabastan had already fallen sleep.

Thallia stayed for the first shift so Muctis Jr. could go home once his father returned.

Lucius was holding, his arm wreapped around her waist. She hadn't stopped crying since Rabastan closed his eyes. She was looking at the wasted wizards, especially at Rodolphus

At that same moment, Lucius remembered meeting Bella, and the day he got the accursed Dark Mark, the worse times in his life. During both times, he had known Bella would destroy everything within her path.

Next, they went to see the little wizard; the hallway was very quiet. They came to the room and found Harry, Draco, and Mimi under the blankets. Remus had fallen sleep at the foot of the bed. They smiled, "Lazy bones, it is time to get up." called Jeanie.

In less than five seconds, Draco was up and jumped onto his daddy's arms. Mimi was going to do the same with Grant, when she saw Harry looking forlorn, she sat on the bed and held his hand.

"Arry, my daddy can be your daddy too, and Traco will loan you his too, right Daddy and Daddy Lushus?"

"He isn't your daddy, he is mine, but I will loan it to you if you loan me yours." Draco stated, his brows knitted, he wasn't good at sharing not even with Mimi, no yet, besides Grant knew some great games.

Lucius felt something melting inside, he already saw Mimi as his little girl, and this just made it better. Narcissa's smiled,"You may call me mommy Cissy, if you want. " Grant and Jeanie were looking at Harry whose lip was stuck out.

"Think of all of us as your family and call us whatever you wish," Jeanie volunteered and sat by the battered little boy, who sat up with great effort to receive the first big hug he remembered from an adult woman. Last night Remy hugged him. This must be a good dream.

His voice was very shaky; he still had a high fever and was rather weak. It was the love and the children, contributing to a miraculous recovery, "Will you be sending me back to the Durslys?" Jeanie felt him tremble with fear.

Grant came forth and so did Lucius and Cissy. They formed a wall around both sides of the bed. They touched his hands and told him, "No, never, we can promise that, you can trust us."

He hardly heard the people around him, exhaustion had taken over him, and he went to sleep. There was no a dry eye, and even the men had moist eyes. Remus was looking from his position, his head in a pillow and most his face under the blanket. He smiled and wanted back to sleep; he had stayed up all night with Harry who kept crying, "I'll be a good boy, don't, don't..."

xox

a/n Well, it seems Harry has come to a good place, but of course, he is still sick, and very insecure.