Divorce, disaster and denial

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Hands up, who hates Vasili? Well, I’m sorry but you’re about to hate him even more. *cringes*

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Vasili sat in his throne, staring at the messenger. He took a deep breath and leaned forwards. “Tell me again. Slowly,” he commanded.

The young shape shifter hated to do this to the Princess, but he had no choice. He was a slave and under the threat of death. “I saw her, Highness, the Princess. She was with a human male. They kissed and he asked to be her husband. She said yes,” he whispered, trembling under the King’s glare.

The King waved his hand to dismiss the young shape shifter who had taken up residence in the Princess’ greenhouse as a rare black bamboo. He sat and pondered for a moment, and then called his personal guards to him.

“Prepare the guards. It is time the Princess came home.”

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“Stop, stop!” Andie screamed as Percy tickled her mercilessly. “Alright! I’ll give it to you!”

Percy stopped and waited for Andie to give him the sketch book she had grabbed from him. He was praying that Draco never ever not in a million years saw the drawings.

“Ok, hand it over,” Percy said. He growled as she took off at a run, dashing out of the door as Lucius opened it.

Harry looked on in amusement. “You know, this is all going to end in tears.”

“Of course,” Lucius chuckled.

Percy walked through the door, sketchbook clutched tightly in his hand. “She finally dropped it by the trees,” Percy panted. Lucius paled.

“What trees?” Lucius asked.

“The ones at the edge of the garden. There was a man there, she started talking to him, looked like they were old friends.”

Lucius took of at a run, Harry hot on his heels, leaving a stunned Percy standing in the doorway.

Lucius reached the edge of the trees. It was too quiet. Harry caught up to him and looked at Lucius in confusion.

“Where is she?” Harry asked.

Lucius was in a frantic panic.

“Lucius, where is she?” Harry asked, forcing Lucius to look at him.

Lucius’ eyes were dead. “He’s taken her.”

Harry felt ice in the pit of his stomach.

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Andie screamed as she felt her curse lifted.

“Welcome home, Princess.”

Andie screamed for another reason entirely.

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“We have to find her,” Percy stated in all simplicity.

The Weasley’s had been called and had taken the children to the Burrow. Ron, Hermione, Bill, Teddy and Fleur all stood in the kitchen of Malfoy Manor.

“We know where she is. It’s getting her back that’s the problem,” Draco said.

“Where is she?” George said forlornly.

“Vasili learned of your engagement, that’s the only reason he would take her. He’s taken her to show her that she belongs to him. Forever,” Lucius said gently.

All the figures in the room shuddered as they realised what Lucius meant.

“What can we do?” Hermione asked as Ron held her.

“Nothing. We can do nothing,” Lucius said.

George felt his heart break.

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“Ready to admit defeat, Princess?” Vasili said as he wiped blood from the knife in his hand.

She lay face down in a stone room, completely nude apart from her engagement ring. Vasili had let her keep that. He had been torturing her for hours, and yet she refused to submit. She was a Malfoy after all.

She turned her head and tears rolled down her face at the pain in her back. “Never,” she spat.

“Very well. Don’t say I didn’t give you the choice,” Vasili said as he grabbed her by her hair. He had cut it all, cut it to just above her shoulders. Her flaming red curls lay strewn about the floor. He yanked her up and forced her to look at him. “Don’t you remember what happened the last time you went against me in our little sessions, dear cousin?”

She shuddered involuntarily. “I remember,” she said.

“Then you know how much I love your screams.”

He dropped her, moving behind her and slamming into her, forcing her to scream as her overly abused body was taken roughly. He thrust into her, over and over and over again, revelling in the screams and pleas for him to stop ripping themselves from her throat.

He moaned as he felt her blood coat his prick. Oh yes, his cousin could be very enticing when she was under pressure. He held the knife to her throat, slowly increasing the pressure until a small stream of blood poured onto the floor.

Andie felt her control slipping as he thrust brutally into her, forcing her broken body into the floor. And as he emptied his cum into her, her control shattered.

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Fleur screamed. All of the kitchens occupants looked at what she was looking at. The forest was a river of blood. The Trees, the grass, the flowers. Every living thing outside of the house was bleeding. George ran into the room. He had been sitting in Andie’s greenhouse. He was covered in blood.

“What the fuck is happening? All the plants are bleeding!” he yelled as Onyx appeared with a towel to help him.

Lucius collapsed, as did Draco. Onyx used her magic to cushion their heads before they hit the cold marble.

Percy rounded on the little elf. “Onyx, you know what’s happening, don’t you?” Percy asked kindly, kneeling down to look the elf in the eyes. She nodded, her bat like ears flapping. Tears had filled the little beings eyes. “Onyx, you have to tell us. Why are the trees bleeding?”

Onyx looked terrified for a moment. “The trees, they is bleeding cause of the mistress.”

“What do you mean Onyx?”

“The trees, they is bleeding because of death. An Elf has killed another elf. The forest is mourning.”

Harry felt his perception shift. He regained his composure in time to catch George as he collapsed, his face a pale mask of shock and horror.

Suddenly, the forest exploded in a shock of bright flames, blue and green and red and white, all climbing to the sky. And then the wards went off.

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Harry, Lucius, George, Percy, Draco, Hermione, Ron, Teddy, Bill and Fleur all gathered round the front door, the source of the breech in wards. They all slipped into battle mode and all except Teddy felt like they were back fighting Voldemort. The door blasted open and a male voice called out to them.

“She belongs here.”

The smoke cleared and Andie was revealed, wrapped in a cloak, being carried by an elf with very long blonde hair. He had intense blue eyes.

George rushed forward and tried to grab at Andie, but Lucius and Draco held him back.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Let go of me!” George yelled.

“George, you can’t touch her, not right now,” Draco said.

“Why?! She’s my mate!”

“George, she killed him. She killed Vasili. And for her to do that and have the forest bleed like that, he had to have lifted the curse. Her Elvin side will allow no one but an elf to tend her until she regains control. It will kill you both if you touch her,” Lucius said, looking sadly at his daughter.

Harry allowed the blonde elf in. He led him to the living room, where he lay Andie on a couch. “My name is Yewlar, I was her friend growing up. I will need some things to help her,” the blonde said to Harry.

“Whatever you need,” Harry said.

Yewlar gave Harry a list and he hurried off to get them for him. When he returned, all the occupants of the house were seated around the room, watching Yewlar perform Elvin magic to try and stop the bleeding. Hermione took the cloak as Yewlar pulled it from Andie and most people were actually sick.

Vasili had removed Andie’s ivy trail. Her vertebrae were practically glowing in the red light from the still blazing forest. George needed to throw up again when he saw the blood and semen trailing down her thighs, and the bruises Vasili had left on her hips.

Vasili had slit Andie’s wrists, and her throat, several times. Many ribs were broken, as were both her wrists and ankles. Yewlar carefully patched her up as best her could and left her sleeping.

It was going to be a long night.

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Eight days passed, and still Andie remained in her coma like state. Yewlar continued to stay, continued to help his friend and slowly filled her family in on what she had done to Vasili.

Apparently, the largest part they found intact of Vasili was the left side of his head.

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On day nine, George curled himself next to Andie on her bed, placing pillows between the two of them so they wouldn’t touch. And as he laid his head on the pillow covering her shoulder, he heard something he had prayed to hear for the past ten days, ever since she had been taken.

“George?” Andie croaked.

“I’m here. It’s ok, we know what happened, you’re safe. You’re home,” George said.

She reached out and grabbed his hand. “I’m never taking Percy’s sketch book again.”

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There you go, another chappie! I know I was particularly mean to Andie in this chapter but all this angst and suffering will be worth it in the end, I promise.

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