Mrs.Malfoy

Author Note: As promised, the next chapter.***THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC PHYSICAL ABUSE, BE WARNED***

Note to Lucius: Ah, yes. Lucius, Lucius, Lucius…what have you done? Well, you better be prepared cause you just kidnapped the wrong mother!

Mold, mildew, some quite unpleasant stench filled her nostrils as she began to stir. Her hand lifted to the floor that was pressed against her cheek. It was dank and solid. The wetness seemed thick, however, as if it was sewage or stagnated water. Hermione opened her eyes slowly and examined the dripping sticky ooze one her fingers. It was red. Blood red.

“Oh my god,” she said barely a whisper. She immediately looked up to see the room was mostly dark, except a bit of light shining from under the door. Her wand, of course, had been lying on the baby’s chest of drawers. She was defenseless. “Rabastan!”

Hermione quickly lifted herself to her hands and knees and crawled to the door. She pressed her head down onto the ground to peer under it. She saw nothing but light. She tried to push her ear against the hard wood, but she heard nothing. Was he crying? Was he scared? What was he doing?

Her mind began to race with all kinds of horrible things Lucius could be doing with him. She rationalize that he wouldn’t kill the child. He needed Rabastan to carry out the Malfoy legacy of bigotry, prejudice, and hate. No, he wouldn’t kill him. But he might mark him. This thought made her shiver. Then, a fleeting thought peaked into her intellect. Severus had the mark and he wasn’t like Malfoy. It didn’t matter if you had a mark, it was how you were raised. Hermione vowed then and there that Malfoy wouldn’t live to see the day that Rabastan looked upon the Dark Mark with interest and curiosity. He would grow to know it as a sign of the nastiest evil that ever walked the face of the earth. He would spit on it, vomit at the sight of it, and utterly destroy anything that upheld it. Yes, Hermione would raise her son. She would get out of this hell and reclaim him. Malfoy had kidnapped the wrong child. His mother was a vengeful, ferocious beast. She just hadn’t completely broke free of her inhibitions to put her fearful power on display.

If only she could figure out how she was going to get out of this alive.

*****

“When?”

Severus looked up from his clasped hands and looked to Harry. “She went to feed Rabastan this morning at breakfast. She was gone mere seconds when I heard the lamp crash to the floor. She was gone by the time I reached the room.”

Severus was once again in control. Remus had taken a wizard’s oath to not disclose the sight of Severus lying on the floor in a broken heap. Remus had seen him like that before, but to much lesser degree, after coming back to Hogwarts from Death Eater meetings. It had taken the kindly werewolf at least an hour to get Severus to calm down enough to tell him what happened that morning.

“So she’s been gone for four hours. She could be anywhere. And you didn’t hear anything? Didn’t see anything suspicious through the night? Were you just not paying attention? Why weren‘t you paying attention?” Ron was rambling, but he never quite expected to get an answer.

“We were making love all night, Mr. Weasley! I do believe our minds were concentrating on other things at the moment!” Severus bellowed. Molly clasped a hand over her chest, Ron’s eyes bulged from his head, and Harry lost all expression in his face.

After several long minutes of an awkward silence, a simple quiet question was heard ushered forth from Harry’s lips. “Do you love her?”

Severus’ first response was a deathly glare to the young man, the likes of which has never been equaled in pure fury. “I would kill for her.”

“Glad to hear it,” a voice from the back of the room said.

The entire room turned to look upon a rather lanky frame of a man about Ron and Harry’s age. His features were slightly gaunt and his hair was a dirty sandy color. He held himself leaning slightly against the doorframe with an air of superiority. His eyes, however, held something familiar for the people in the room.

“Who the hell are…” Harry started but was interrupted as the stranger held up his hand.

“I am someone who wants to see the son of a bitch dead, torn limb from limb, and I would pay a thousand galleons to see it done in person,” the man said as he began to enter the parlor fully. He sat down, took a glass from a nearby table, and filled with the strongest liquor in the house he summoned with a wave of his hand.

Severus watched intently as the man made himself at home. At home? He narrowed his eyes as he looked into the eyes of the new arrival. “Draco?”

The man chuckled, “Good show, Severus! Right you are.” He downed the amber liquid and didn’t even flinch as it washed down his throat. “Now, I know you’re dying to get some questions answered so let me save you the trouble. Theodore Nott was trying to frame me for Weasel’s murder. He was about to curse him when Father struck him down first, thinking it was me. I saw the entire affair from across the field behind a statue. I will testify to the matter, however, I‘d rather see him dead than back in Azkaban where he could escape again.”

“Just as Lucius tried to frame me for Albus,” Severus said with a sigh. Lucius had escaped Azkaban much like Sirius Black by turning into an animagus the night before Dumbledore was killed. It was all he could do to find a piece of Severus’ hair to put into the polyjuice. But he did, entwined into one of the many plush pillows on a sitting piece in Voldemort’s lair. He returned his cell, the guards unaware of his absence. He had the perfect alibi should anyone think Albus’ murderer was an imposter. He served his time, severely reduced by his ‘good behavior’ and ‘great donations’, and released in time for the final battle. He had no idea his son had changed his stripes. All he knew was that one moment he saw Draco taking down Dolohov, and the next he was approaching Goyle’s father from behind. He killed his son in the chaos, never looking back to see the body transform back into his son’s childhood friend. And so, Lucius truly believed Draco was dead.

“I was horrified to realize that my own father would want to kill me. But I knew I could never get revenge, even if it wasn’t me who died, if he saw me alive, so I hid. I saw the headline in the Prophet and knew that it was some kind of ruse. There was no way in hell he was dead.”

“We could have used that bit of information yesterday, Draco,” Severus said seething.

The blonde boy stood abruptly and left the room. Moments later he returned dressed in finest wizard’s robes and cleaned up a bit. He purposefully strode to the shelf that held dozens of dark magic books and pulled one out. Inside was a key. He removed it and held it to Severus.

“I regret that I wasn’t able to inform you yesterday, however, I can help now. This is the key to the estate in Dublin. It is unplottable.”

Harry stood up and leveled his eyes on Draco. “And how is that supposed to help us, Malfoy?”

Draco smirked and crossed his arms, leaning back with a nonchalant pose. “I guess it’s a good thing that I am the secret keeper, then, isn’t it?”

*****

She wore herself out trying every wandless spell she had the power to do. It was all futile. Wherever she was, Lucius had extremely powerful wards protecting the door. She scooted back away from it and curled up against the wall. She was never getting out unless he wanted her out. What seemed like hours later, Hermione woke to a click at the door.

“My dear Hermione, I should have known that you would have celebrated my death. I didn’t, however, expect for you to be so quick about it. Wizarding social customs expect you to be in mourning for at least two years before having a tryst,” Lucius explained, his last words full of venom as he yanked on the back of her head to look in her eyes. “Yes, my wife…and yes, you still are MY WIFE…I saw the two of you together, in MY BED! My child no less than fifty feet away in the next room. You’re more sick than I first expected. Mudbloods would disown you knowing what kind of mother you are. You are worse than a filthy whore.” His fist connected with her jaw which sent her head first into the wall.

Hermione’s dizziness subsided quickly when she saw a wiggling bundle on the floor by the door and focused on it. “Rabastan,” she whispered as she began crawling towards him. Lucius’ boot caught her in the ribs and she fell to her side gasping.

“You will never touch my son again. You will never lay eyes on him. You will never speak his name. He is mine, and forever shall be. You are dead to him, or at least will be soon enough,” Lucius yelled as he shoved Hermione’s head down into a sharp brick, causing her to lose consciousness again.

*****

“I don’t see anything. We’ve been looking along this road for three hours. I thought you said you knew where it was,” Ron said exasperated.

Draco came up along side him and sneered. “This isn’t a road, you buffoon. This is the drive up to the house. Father has things delivered here often. The…road, as you call it, is the only thing not warded. Now, are we done with the geography lesson? Shall we continue?”

Harry, Ron, Draco, Remus, and Severus were the epitome of a climax out of some muggle movie, the heroes walking side by side towards the confrontation prepared to fight or die. Remus was the first, being the tallest, to see the outline of the house over the hedges.

“It’s about one hundred yards away. Where would he keep her, Draco?” he asked.

“In the dungeons.”

Ron and Harry shared a worried look as Severus flinched unnoticed by the rest of the men. He knew what horrors the dungeons held. They were similar to the ones in Malfoy Manor. Twisted and disturbing things occurred there. With this place being kept under the Fidelius Charm, more than likely even more disturbing and sick things occurred here. Severus only wished that Lucius was keeping her alive, even if to just feed the baby.


AN: Didn't see that coming, did you? To be honest, neither did I. Forgot about that little twist note since it sprang up while writing chapter 3. YAY for us! Otherwise, they were gonna have one helluva time finding her! /hugs Draco. I kill him in all my songfics, so he might as well have a hero role for once!