The Dove; Distressed

Dove saw Scorpius stiffen at her announcement. He continued to stare down at the baby before he handed her back to Dove.

"Can you help James now?" She asked. "Please?"

"Your parents will help him." He dismissed the idea quickly. "We are going home."

He snatched her wand from her and took her by the hand. He lead her out of the room, pulling her hastily passed James. He flicked his wand out at the blood covered man who was silently screaming in pain from the deep cut Dove had given him.

James' instantly could be heard then. "Fucking bastard!" He bellowed. "Dad! Quick! Scorpius is free! Get him!"

"Good luck, Potters!" Scorpius cackled, stepping outside into the sandy yard. He took a deep breath. "Fresh air." He sighed pleasantly. "It's been way too long." He faced Dove in front of him. "Secure the child." He ordered. "We're disapparating."

Dove tucked Violet to her chest, making sure her head was protected from the oncoming spell. "Okay..." she got a split last glance at the brick home before they were sucked into the void and apparated right into the Manor's foyer.

Violet wailed out from her first magic travel, having had woken up from the difficulty in breathing.

"Good gracious, please tell me that's not what she's going to sound like?!" Scorpius scowled at the awful noise the baby put out.

"Give her a break." Dove gently rocked Violet. "She's only hours old, and has been in a water balloon for most of her life. Everything is so very new and fresh to her."

Scorpius grunted unhappily. "Malfoys always have a boy as their first child."

"Well then, that's what you get for marrying a girl who has Weasley blood in her; we're never traditional!" She turned her heel on him, upset that he resented their daughter. "Dubsey." She called, making her way to the room she was forced to share with Scorpius.

"Mistress has called Dubsey?" The house elf hurried after Dove.

"My daughter is going to need somethings, could you please transport my belongings from The Weasley Beach Estate and set them up in... Scorpius' room?"

"It is Mistress Grace's room too." Dubsey said before disapparating.

"Not in my life." Dove grumbled, tapping her still wailing daughter on the back.

She set Violet in the Scorpius' huge bed and formed a make shift bed around the baby with a few rolled up blankets and pillows. "Mummy will feed you shortly, baby." She whispered, climbing into bed and cradling the bunch against her chest, draping an arm over it.

Violet had quickly went to sleep, exhausted from the morning's events. Dove propped her head against the walls of the baby's 'bed', smiling down at her creation.

Scorpius may not like Violet, but Dove didn't care. Violet was her daughter, and she had never felt a love so powerful until today. She knew at that moment, she would be willing to kill to protect this child.

* * *

Scorpius sent a message to his Grandfather, letting him know it was safe to return. He also sent an owl to his father and mother, wherever they were. He had nine months to curse his father for what he had done, and had long since forgiven the man. Father obviously had some problems with Scorpius' choices in life, but Scorpius had no doubt that he would want to see his first grand child.

Even if it was a girl.

How had that happened anyway? Scorpius didn't understand that at all. For at least nine generations, Malfoys had always had a male child first.

Was he defective? Scorpius shuddered at the thought. He wouldn't believe that. He was man enough to produce a male. He would just have to try again.

Only... not so soon. He wanted to savior his life with Dove a little longer, and give his body a much needed rest. He was still feeling a little ill, but he was capable of doing things now. He felt pure and raw for the first time in nearly a year.

He smirked to himself. He let them believe they had won. In the end he had, because once Dove had delivered that baby, she was his again. And he could make her do whatever he wanted, no matter what spells the Aunt had come up with.

In just a couple of months, their minds (Dove's especially) will start tormenting them again, encouraging and pressuring them to mate and breed. It was how the curse worked.

But if he impregnated her too soon, he would stand the chance of getting captured all over again. And he wasn't ready for that. No, he wanted some family time first.

For now, Dove would ensure his freedom, because as long as they considered her dangerous and a threat, he was safe. If she got pregnant too soon, her mind would be able to block his and the demented cursed half of hers out, allowing them to imprison him again. He didn't want that, and hopefully, they didn't know about that detail.

Maybe he should had waited a little longer, the Aunt might be able to easily figure that all out.

He sent his house elf out to get some contraceptive potions, because like hell he wasn't going to fuck his wife. She would still serve her husband, and if she didn't get pregnant for a couple of years, the sex would be extremely awesome.

* * *

Dove woke up when she felt the bed sink in. She looked to find Scorpius settling down next to her, facing her and the baby.

"Your wand is in your library." He informed her. " I don't need it any longer." He flicked his own and removed Dove's clothing, a smirk appearing on his face. "Damn, they're nearly three times their normal size."

Dove looked down at her naked chest, knowing he was right, since she had noticed it three days before.

"It's like they've been engorged!"

Dove lay her head on her pillow, closing her eyes tiredly. "Don't get used to it, it's only because there's milk in them."

She felt Violet squirm then, and lift a hand up to touch Dove's breast. The baby's lips smacked, and she grunted in what Dove assumed was hunger.

Scorpius chuckled. "Feeding time, I'd say." He propped his head on a hand, as if it was the most entertaining thing in the planet.

"Can't we have a bit of privacy?" Dove asked, narrowing her eyes at his smirk.

"I told you, Love, privacy doesn't exist between a married couple. Don't let my daughter starve now."

As if to agree with her father, Violet began attempting to cry, although, having a major difficulty in doing so, sounding more like a choking pig than anything.

Scorpius shuddered. "Feed the fucking baby, Dove!" He demanded.

Dove sighed, pulling Violet to her chest. The baby skillfully found a nipple and started feeding noisy.

"That's pretty sexy, you know." He commented, settling on his back, getting himself comfortable for a nap.

"Only you would think that."

"Don't you women usually call the nursing baby beautiful?" He shrugged. "So I get hard at the thought of you mothering my child. Most woman would consider that a blessing. I am the man of every woman's dreams. You're lucky, Love Dove, you got the best man in the world. I'm rich, powerful, sexy, and my heart belongs to only you. That's a rare thing to have."

"And you, Scorpius, are full of yourself!" Dove muttered, resting her head, to go back to sleep, not caring that Violet was still suckling. The baby seemed happy either way.