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Lucius took Henry’s arm and guided him from a warm living room down some stairs into a much dirtier and darker dungeon.

“Specimen,” he muttered, indicating the three young women in the separate cells.

Henry winced just slightly, “Do they all have to be young women?”

“Well the men are more dangerous,” said Lucius, “They were expecting me.” He gave Henry a small jab in the side with his wand.

“Ok,” said Henry, “I shall make the necessary arrangements, I have very good media contacts.”

“I know, that is why I selected you,” said Lucius slowly, “Now go on upstairs, there is a muggle telephone. Have some more tea while you are there.”

Hermione, Luna and Ginny all sat quietly in their cells. They were not scared so much for themselves, but for each other and for their unborn children.

“Lucius,” said a faint voice from next door – Draco – softly, “I have to ask you something.”

“Is Draco here?” asked Luna suddenly with fearful eyes.

“Yes,” answered Lucius shortly, “Now shut up.”

He walked hurriedly through the door, shutting it firmly behind him.

“You have considered my offer then?” he asked his son.

“Yes. I have a question… is there a catch in this?”

“No,” replied Lucius, “You will get exactly as I promised you.”

“Ok, give me your exact terms,” demanded Draco, “And no trickery Lucius, or I’ll come back and kill you.”

“Ok, these are my terms,” said Lucius, “I will let you and your wife will go free. You will not come near me or hunt me down. I will not go near you, your wife or your children in return. I will let both you and your wife free if you bring me Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. I will let you go now, but Lovegood will stay here until you bring the aforementioned people. I will cast certain spells so that you can bring Potter and Weasley back here, even though you don’t know where it is. Then I will release you and Lovegood. You and your new family will be safe.”

“How do I know you won’t trick me?” asked Draco uncertainly.

“I will swear an Unbreakable Vow,” said Lucius honestly.

Draco sat for almost a complete five minutes in thought.

“Very well Lucius,” he said slowly, “I will comply with your terms. But I still hope you rot in hell.”

“A lot of people do,” snapped Lucius, “Now the Unbreakable Vow is very simple, all we need is another person to hold the wand, there is a muggle upstairs that may hold the wand, after all there is no magic required, just the wand.”

He stormed out to seek Henry King, who had just finished placing some urgent calls.

* * *

Luna sat miserably in her cell. She held hands with Ginny through the bars. Both the girls were very frightened. In the cell opposite them, Hermione had steeled herself enough to try investigating her cell and attempt wandless magic, but the cells were magically protected. From her hard work all she got was a few mild electric shocks.

“Ginny, I don’t feel so well,” murmured Luna, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Luna?” cried Hermione faintly, “Luna?”

“She’s having a vision,” reassured Ginny, “Luna’s a seer… this is what happened last time.” Ginny wept at the memory of her wedding dress, lying in the Potter vault. Would she ever get to wear it now?

“The evil one is vanquished…” breathed Luna dryly, her voice deep and low, “Or so it would seem… The betrayer will not be so… The world would do well not to forget its hero… A hero whose work will one day be undone…”

She slumped back, and fell asleep. Hermione watched in fascination, and Ginny thought hard.

“It doesn’t make sense,” muttered Luna finally.

“We’ll look at it logically,” said Hermione, finally drawing her eyes away from the sleeping Luna, “Firstly, ‘the evil one is vanquished’.”

“Voldemort,” said Ginny immediately, “I mean it could be any evil one that has been vanquished to be fair, but Voldemort seems most likely.”

“True,” nodded Hermione, “Now ‘or so it would seem’.”

“But Voldemort is dead,” scowled Ginny, “The soul detector told us so.”

“I know,” murmured Hermione, “It’s strange.”

“‘The betrayer will not be so’?” asked Ginny, quoting Luna next statement, “Is that still applying to Voldemort?”

“Possibly,” shrugged Hermione, who had never had much time for Divination in the first place, and found Luna’s prophecy confusing.

“Well the next bit must mean Harry; he’s the world’s hero,” smiled Ginny, “But she said his work will be undone.”

“But you can’t just make someone un-dead,” snapped Hermione, “It’s impossible! Even in the magical world.”

“I suppose,” muttered Ginny, but she still had a worried look on her face.

“There’s more to worry about,” Hermione reminded her, “Like getting out of here in one piece.”

* * *

“I vow that if Lucius Malfoy will perform the tasks he has promised, I will not harm him and I will not hunt him down,” said Draco, disgusted with himself as he clutched his father’s hand, while Henry King held a wand with a look of bemusement on his face. “I will comply with his aforementioned terms.”

A rope of light sprung from the wand and licked around the two men’s hands.

“I will keep my promise, allow Draco and his family and descendants to live peacefully,” said Lucius quietly, “I will comply with the aforementioned terms as long as Draco fulfils his side of the deal.”

Another lick of light whipped around their hands. Henry dropped the wand in shock.

“Idiot,” muttered Lucius at Henry, “Can you muggles not even hold a wand?”

“Lucius,” said Draco coldly.

“Right ok, ok Draco,” snapped Lucius, “Take this gold coin. I’ve charmed it so that when Potter and Weasley touch you then you will all be whisked back here.”

Draco took one last look at his father. “I swear Lucius, that if you double cross me here, I will kill you.”

“You won’t have to,” said Lucius stiffly, “The Unbreakable Bond will have taken care of me for you.”

Draco took the coin from his father’s outstretched hand and felt the unpleasant apparating feeling.

He opened his eyes and he was standing in the Male Toilets at the Ministry. Ron and Harry were leaning over the sinks.

“Yeah I know we can’t stay here forever, but I’m sick of that room through there… it just reminds me of Ginny and Hermione, and Luna and Draco,” said Harry, not noticing that Draco was right behind him.

“How could we be so stupid?” moaned Ron, who hadn’t noticed either, “We should’ve gone with him.”

“All that’s left is his wand,” said Harry sadly, twirling it in his fingers.

Draco opened his mouth to speak, each word breaking his heart, “I escaped.”

“Malfoy!” yelled Harry in surprise, sending Draco’s wand flying, which Draco reached out and grabbed.

“The others are still there,” said Draco quickly.

Harry and Ron rushed to him, but as soon as they grabbed him, they were hurled back to Lucius’s hideout, straight into one of the cells. Lucius Malfoy stood there, laughing at them.

“What happened?” asked Harry, “Oh shit. Draco, he must have given you something to bring us back! He must have wanted you to escape to come and find us.”

Ron looked around the cold, dank dungeon in despair. “Don’t worry mate,” he said quietly, “It could’ve happened to any of us.”

“So Draco, you’ve filled your part of the bargain,” began Lucius, “Time for me to fulfil mine - expelliarmus,” he added, disarming Harry and Ron. He pointed his wand at Draco and whispered a spell that none of them heard. Draco appeared back outside the cell with a pop.

“Bargain?” exclaimed Harry, “You double-crossing bastard!”

“If I had my hands on either of you, I’d kill you!” yelled Ron, “I’d kill you with my fucking bare hands! Where’s Hermione? And where’s my sister?”

* * *

“Did you hear that?” asked Hermione quietly listening to a muffled screaming through the wall.

“Draco?” whispered Luna, almost inaudibly, white with worry.

“No,” replied Ginny softly, “It’s Ron.”

“Ron?” gasped Hermione.

“And Harry,” added Ginny with a tear rolling down her cheek.

“How did this happen?” asked Hermione, near tears herself.

The door opened, and Draco walked in slowly, followed by Lucius and the furious shouts of Harry and Ron. Draco had never looked paler, almost on the verge of fainting.

“You have brought me Weasley and Potter,” said Lucius calmly, unlocking Luna’s cell and helping her to her feet, “Here is your reward.”

Luna punched Lucius in the face.

“Don’t do that again Lovegood,” spluttered Lucius, regaining his composure, “Your husband is under an unbreakable vow.”

“This isn’t over,” said Draco forcefully, taking Luna by the hand.

“I think it is,” sneered Lucius, “Now go before I change my mind.”

“It isn’t over,” assured Draco, this time more to Ginny and Hermione than to Lucius. Then he got a better grip of Luna’s hand, grabbed her wand off Lucius and apparated.

* * *

In Lancashire, Ms May had her hands full. She only had two other children in residence beside the two babies, so she should not have been overly busy, but somehow the babies found ways of keeping her busy. They were unusual to say the least. The younger – Autumn – cried constantly, and Silas hung onto her, as if he couldn’t bear to let go. Ms May knew he was exceptional, for at his age he shouldn’t have been able to even roll but he was rolling and sometimes even scrambling away from her as fast as possible.

“This is so weird,” she muttered, trying to put Silas into a cot while tending to a screaming Autumn and cooking tea for the other children, David who was eight and Sarah who was twelve. “These kids are terrors.”

Autumn stopped crying long enough for Ms May to put her in her cot and force Silas into his.

The eight year old David came in and poked Silas in the tummy, “This is it? It’s a kind of crummy baby if you ask me.”

A blue spark flew from Silas’s forehead to David’s hand, and he yelped, leaping back.

“The baby gave me an electric shock!” David yelled in surprise. He watched in shock as the blue spark continued over into the next cot and melted in Autumn’s forehead.

The next day, Silas and Autumn were moved to an old ministry home in the Highlands for those who show early magical ability. It was larger than Ms May’s home, but it was even more grim.

* * *

Draco arrived at his new house, suddenly very glad of the magical wards he’d cast around it the week before.

“What did you do?” asked Luna softly.

Draco burst into tears.

“I didn’t want to,” he cried, “But you, and the baby, I couldn’t let that happen.”

“You said it wasn’t over,” she said softly, “But you swore an Unbreakable Vow. If you go back it will kill you.”

“I know,” said Draco faintly.

“I don’t want you to die,” murmured Luna faintly, hugging him so that she could lean her head on his chest.

“I think I need to go back,” whispered Draco.

Luna gave a sigh, and whispered, “I think you need to too.”

* * *

Moody was so angry, Quigley and Toll thought he was going to have a fit.

“Potter and Weasley are missing?” he screamed, “How the hell did this happen?”

“I don’t know,” muttered Quigley.

Remus Lupin entered, followed by Minerva McGonagall and Arthur Weasley, “What’s going on?” he demanded, “Why are we recalling the order?”

“There is a dire situation,” said Moody, through clenched teeth, “Lucius Malfoy, when I last talked to you, was lying low. Now he has kidnapped Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.”

“Oh lord!” exclaimed Minerva.

“Harry’s missing?” asked Remus, looking pale. Tonks, who had married him three months ago, rushed over to him as she hadn’t seen him in nearly two days.

“Ron and Ginny?” asked Arthur, in fear of losing another two of his children.

“We can’t track him down,” explained Moody, “We’ve got everyone we have working on this, but it’s a long job. Please, meet Bernard Toll, our tracking expert.” He paused to allow the formal shaking of hands. “He has decided that the only way that Lucius is going untracked is that he is hiding somewhere that has strong magic of its own. Unfortunately, this includes over four thousand places in Britain, nearly two thousand in Ireland and four hundred in Northern France which is in apparition range, and they must all be thoroughly searched.”

“You want the Order to help then?” enquired Minerva.

“Yes, and as soon as possible,” nodded Moody.

“Alastor!” yelled Kingsley, “We have a trail!”

“Lucius Malfoy?” gasped Arthur.

“No Arthur,” Kingsley shook his head furiously, “Someone we’ve thought dead for over a year – Rubeus Hagrid.”

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