The Lord Appellant 22/37
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herumtreiberChapter: Black sister rescued
Author:
Genre: Slash, romance, adventure, dark!fic
Pairing: Draco/Blaise, one sided Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warnings for the fic: It's a dark fic, rape is mentioned several times. Dementors appear and not for show. Character death (not Harry, Draco or Blaise). Evil!Ron, powerful Hermione, Pansy and Bellatrix. Sympathetic to Slytherins.
Epilogue compliant? No
Chapter length: ~3,060 words
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. Nor do I make any money from writing these stories.
Summary: After the events of HBP, the Minister of Magic wants to finish the Malfoys but Draco uses a Wizengamot procedure to fight back. Veelas and Siddhe appear in the story as Draco uses political means to contest the pureblood's allegiance to Voldemort.
Notes: I wrote this before DH was published, so please no picayune comments about canon.
Table of contents
21. Walking bridges
Blaise fumed. He'd had to drink Polyjuice and change his princely appearance to this washed-down blond bimbo. Fortunately he'd managed to combine this with a prank on Draco. He and another of the team were to use Polyjuice. At the last moment Blaise changed his potions and assumed the other form. He expected Draco to be taken in by the ruse.
There was no way he could have learned that Blaise changed the vials and was now the blonder man. Heck, he didn't even wait for them to speak!
He swooped down on Blaise and kissed him aggressively, nipping his lips and aligning his bodies so their crotches touched.
He said, "I don't even need to see you to know who you are Blaise."
Goyle Sr. had directed them to the stronghold of the enemies' allies in Switzerland . The suburbs of Zürich and the garrison of the Schwurgemeinschaft, 'The society of the Oath,' which utterly believed the tenets of the Death Eaters and the Aryans.
So for Blaise it could quickly become very perilous. He recognized then the look of utter determination in Draco's face and let the question of Polyjuice go; after all, they had larger fish to fry.
Mr. Goyle's information had conveyed a hint of anxiety over them. He pointed out that Voldemort had asked him to supply a small contingent of Des, approximately 10 of them to provide tight security for an important guest and two of her last visitors.
Analyzing the pattern (in such a place only blonds could be reasonably secure), and the guest's gender (feminine), they could only come to one conclusion: it was Narcissa Malfoy they were talking about and she was in dire danger.
When constructing the mission, they tried to persuade Draco to stay behind. They would be in a lot of danger; if he went he would be in the same peril. The Cause needed him.
But Draco remained adamant in going, he said he had the heart of a Black, and a Malfoy, and though his forebears must have been many times magically stronger than him, still he would strive to fulfill their legacy, and perhaps show them a trick or two learned through the years.
He would never forgive himself if he didn't go and his mother died. Conversely, if he went and did all he could, and Narcissa still died, he would put up with the facts as best he could and carry on. But he had to try.
At 3:00 pm, they Apparated to the Maximilienstrasse 344. Draco set up a special ward, that would allow him, his mother and his gang free passage, but anyone else would lose their powers entering such an area or leaving it. He set it in such a way that was undetectable and partook of some of the properties of his Bridges.
They stormed into the house, Draco shouting, "Rein, nicht schiessen and das Maul aufhalten!" They didn't listen and tried to defend themselves, when Draco and his friends used spells on them to give them donkey's ears and rabbit eyes. The spells would wear out after 6 hours, just long enough for them to stay out of commission.
Eventually they got the blond thugs to sit down or lie down, where they proceeded to stun them with Stupefy spells which would last 12 hours.
The outer defenses having been breached, it was now time to compromise the inner ones.
Draco took out a small object from one of his pockets, unshrunk it and spread out the Invisibility Cloak, he stepped into it and closed it, effectively vanishing from the world.
He addressed his men, "You know the drill, and I know you'll do superbly. However, I have detected a very alien presence within. You must tread carefully with this being or person, above all, do not provoke them!"
Goyle led the way, obviously being led by Draco in return. Crabbe and Nott followed, with Blaise at the end. The Slytherin Gang, or Draco's Slytherin Gang, as they were ridiculed at Hogwarts. However it was true, they stuck together at Hogwarts and they also kept together now. Not Voldemort, not Dumbledore's death, not Potter's odium had managed to tear them apart. And that worked powerfully in their favor.
They knew each other; they had learned to read each other's moods and even plans, out of necessity. So when Crabbe and Goyle took the left and right wings, Nott and Blaise immediately knew to watch the middle.
A total mêlée ensued, at which the Slytherins had resounding success. It seems the Death Eaters were more interested in observing what was happening in the bed, than in defending themselves. Here the spells used were more lethal, (Sectumsempra was common).
However, after having won, the Slytherins were also interested in the goings on in the bed. A slim woman, approximately older than Narcissa and with raven hair, was lying on the bed, writhing. Apparently her torture had just started, and her eyes were lifeless. She had been blinded. She was Bellatrix Lestrange.
Draco, as curious and entranced as he was, knew to take precautions. He would not let himself think about what might happen, and wandlessly cast a ward over his mother and a stranger. This ward – if it could be called a ward – would do nothing, prevent nothing, but it would observe and record everything going on within the area enclosed, from physics to magic. It was undetectable. Well, at least he hoped it was undetectable for that person.
Narcissa Malfoy was standing. There was no doubt in Draco's mind that it was his mother. She had her regal bearing, declining to show weakness even unto death.
But it was the man who captured Draco's attention. He was tall, even taller than him. His hair was blonder than him, too. So blond it could rightly be called white hair. He exuded utter malice, just like the Dark Lord. He sneered in his direction and looked right at his eyes, even though he was behind the Cloak. Obviously he could see through it.
What was alarming to Draco though, was that there was a necklace around his mother's throat, and she was itching to touch the necklace, but her iron will prevented that.
The stranger had a ring on his middle finger, which he kept twirling. In his mind, he could see the magical lines connect. The ring controlled magically the necklace, the blond man could kill his mother at any time, and he was itching to do it.
He was keen on doing something, anything, but the demeanor of the man stopped him. He looked as if he would have no trouble disposing of a group of upstart teenagers, and there was wrongness in him, as if he didn't belong. It was then that Draco had the insight that it was true that the stranger didn't belong, he was not from this Realm, and he had come from the Other Places.
Furthermore he wanted to analyze the recordings he would draw from his ward. The man tried to taunt them and Draco into showing himself, he said, "Your leader must not be very powerful, if he hides behind others." The sound of his voice was strange; it felt arid, lifeless, devoid of hope. Seeing that no one rose to his bait, he said, "Time to go, dear. I wish you had seen your son one last time, but he is a coward." And he and Narcissa vanished, not with a pop as in Apparition, not like with a portkey, but they were transformed into light and the light bounced to the ceiling and disappeared.
With their mode of travel, he had a huge clue about how to do it himself. He took off the Cloak, and proceeded to call the ward to him and study its information, and what he found was very exciting. It provided him with the missing clue for the new mode of travel. It also let him see where they were heading, and when they were heading. He found a way to get there and arrive before they arrived, before they'd even left here! The way had been there all along, it was part of his abilities, seemingly genetically inherited.
He even devised a way to use the main menace, the ring that threatened to be used to suffocate his mother, to his satisfaction.
He saved the information contained in the ward in a CD for later perusal.
Then he turned his attention to the persons in the room, who were looking at him worriedly. They were concerned about his reaction to having some strange, creepy guy hold his mother captive and watching them disappear in light. How would Draco react?
Draco approached the bed where Bellatrix was and said, "Aunt Bella, do you know who I am?"
Bellatrix had been given Muggle painkillers, so she answered fuzzily, "Draco, oh Merlin! You have to get out of here, or all that Cissy and I have worked for will come to naught!"
Draco asked tensely, "What do you mean what have you worked on?"
Bellatrix answered dazedly, "Don't you think it strange that the Dark Lord would not eliminate that thorn from his side that you sometimes were? The leader of Slytherin House keeping his distance, trying hard to deny his service, until that dratted Dumbledore fiasco, where you did not kill old Dumbles, but Snape had to."
Bella continued, "In such moments, when the Dark Lord spoke with his most trusted counselor, namely me, I managed to change his mind and direct it elsewhere. This allowed you to live, and grow, and become the light you were always destined to be."
Draco visibly swallowed; he was pale and shook by the revelation. Nevertheless, they had important business to conclude.
He asked, "What happened here?"
Bella replied, "Dija, that's the name of the creepy blond, had been keeping Cissy captive for some time. I was ordered here with 10 loyal Des. Dija told me to kill Cissy. As if I would! When I refused he used a spell to blind me."
Draco asked, "Do you remember the name of the spell?"
She replied, "He said, "Falsches Einsicht."
He mused, "I wonder if this would work." He took out his wand and pointed it at Bellatrix's face, shouting "Trues Einsicht.""
A beam of green rays shot out of Draco's wand and bathed Bellatrix's face, slowly it dissipated until they could see Bella's grey eyes. Only, Bellatrix's eyes had been black before, so this would be left as another little mystery.
Bella beheld Draco's face and said, "Thank you, nephew, for giving me my sight back."
Draco solemnly answered, "Thank you, Tante, for giving me my life back."
Draco continued, "Tell me, Aunt Bella, does anyone know about you not following Voldemort's wishes to a T?"
Bella replied, "The issue didn't come on until the bastard blond showed up. I guess only the people that were in the mission and in the house know."
Draco answered craftily, "OK. How do you feel about doing a brief stint with the Dark Lord as a double agent? You can stay at Black House anytime. I would like to propose an Oath with the goals being: taking care of Black House and the Wizarding World."
Bella answered, "That's OK, Draco. But won't you require more stringent oaths?
Draco countered curtly, "I don't like constricting oaths, aunt Bella, and I don't like anything that restricts free will. But we need to trust each other."
Dobby was called, and brought the utensils needed for the somber ceremony. All the while Dobby shot fearful glances towards Bellatrix. He'd heard of her ferocious demeanor in battle, and that she was the sister-in-law of Lucius. Being that he was terrified of Lucius, that news had stirred great unrest in him.
After the ceremony, Draco called Blaise to him and said, "I need a mine, Blaise, a cubic mine which will affect 27 meters per side, that will have an Obliviate for the last 24 hours. I will also need a smaller one that I will personally set. After all of you are gone and taken my aunt to the Manor, I will attempt to rescue my mother. You are to give my Aunt Bella a Wizengamot plenary pardon. I expect you to defend her as you would my other aunt, Tonks' mother." "Blaise, I would especially be weary when Potter and Granger find her there. Try to keep them away from their wands."
Blaise asked, "What about Bellatrix? Won't she curse them too?"
Draco replied, "No, she won't. She'll defend herself but won't start anything. It's those dratted Gryffindors, with their hearts on their sleeves, that must always act before they think things through."
Blaise said, "Promise me you will come back!"
Draco said, "I promise, Blaise. I hope to see you, and feel you up! In your real form, too."
"Auf Wiedersehen, mein schönes Schätzchen."
"Auf Wiedersehen, meinen Lieblingen-Schwanz."
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After they'd gone, Draco lifted the ward he'd set at the beginning, stripping of their power those who entered there. Then he set the mine down and activated it, giving him 30 minutes to go.
He meditated on what he'd learned today. He was free to take any path, any Bridge, he just had to visualize the destination. To enter a Realm, he had to picture himself part of it, integral to its being, he had to choose the point of insertion, and the time. He had read in Muggle science-fiction about Wormholes, that joined points far apart in space next to each other, and the concept was similar; but the Bridges responded to his will, if he desired it enough and with force. Any lukewarm feelings on his part and the Bridges faded, they required his complete attention.
And that man, there was something about him that brought to mind Blaise's chats with him when they were younger, where they'd discuss the weirdest subjects. He'd learn to trust his hunches, and he would have to talk with Blaise when he got back and see what he thought.
For he would get back. Any other choice was unthinkable.
As the half hour period of grace was about to run out, Draco concentrated powerfully, as he'd never done before. In his mind's eye he beheld the majesty of the adamantine Bridges, as they rose before him to link him to eternity and beyond. Holding firmly in his mind the thought of his mother, as she succored him from falling from a tree at six, Lucius having beaten him at eleven, Potter having defeated him at thirteen, Draco called out powerfully, "Take me to her, ten minutes before they arrive there."
Immediately a Bridge gleamed brighter than the others. With no doubt, Draco stepped on the Bridge and let it guide him where it would. To an observer in the room, Draco would have been instantly transformed into a multi-colored rainbow and shot towards the ceiling and disappeared.
Draco walked in the Bridge, holding to loving thoughts of his mother, until he knew he was near the end. The lights seemed to point toward a particular Spot at eye level, which he curiously studied, while mentally repeating his new mantra, "Take me ten minutes before they arrive there!"
As the Other Realm slowly grew, solidified around him and replaced reality, as it enveloped him, he could see that it was a dark and gloomy place. It was dark, although something inside told him it wasn't really night and it was raining. He found himself in a cavernous room, full of stalactites and stalagmites.
He proceeded to take out the mine he had gotten from Blaise and set its conditions; it would trap the wearer of magical jewelry that was not a Malfoy, would bind his magic – Draco made a change so it would bind all kinds of magic, from all kinds of beings, and it would attract him and chain him to a particular chair – here.
When he was finished, Draco put the mine on a chair and set it off. He took out the Invisibility Cloak and put it on, and made to stand to the side. He hoped that other time was a fluke and the man didn't see under it.
Just then there was a bright beam of light, coming down from the gloomy ceiling, and condensing in his mother and the stranger. He saw the stranger twist the ring and Narcissa's hand reach to her throat and was about to hit the man when the stranger suddenly lunged for the chair with the mine. He sat down and had a look of utter surprise.
Draco took off his Cloak and said, "Hello mother. I haven't greeted your companion properly yet. Allow me to do so."
With natural ease and seemingly perfect good manners, Draco grabbed the hand of the man and said, "Draco Malfoy, but you must know that." Then with fluid grace he grabbed the dagger he kept near his belt, held the man's hand split open before his face, and calmly cut off the finger with the ring. Afterwards he took two steps back.
Draco said, "I know the ring controls the necklace, and the ring must be booby trapped so something nasty happens if it is stolen. But I guess they didn't think about this, right Mr.? He said, dangling the man's finger from his own fingers."
Draco bid his mother to sit down, well away from the man. He himself sat four chairs away. He carefully directed his wand towards the necklace and intoned "Duplicatus maximus," before something could happen he directed the end of the wand towards the man's neck, where a necklace just like Narcissa's appeared.
Then Draco said, "You must be happy, now you get to find out how your victim felt."
He started twisting viciously the ring. He saw the man gasping for breath, moving his head from side to side, he heard his pitiful moans. He tried to block from his mind the thoughts that his mother was suffering the same fate. He needed for the man to be utterly convinced of the reality of being under the necklace's power if he wanted to find out how to remove it from his mother.
Draco said stonily, "I will only say this once, "How do I get the necklace off my mother?""
The man said, gasping, "The one who controls it has to let go and lift it."
Draco replied, "I will let you do it. Just be aware that you are under my complete control. You cannot use magic of any type; you can't even escape to another Realm. You are truly mine to command." "Go on, try and use magic."
The man looked innerly composed for a while, and then his face fell. No longer was he leering, sneering at the fools. He'd lost hope and it was time to go with this plan.
Draco called for his mother to approach the man. She did so tremulously. The man put his hands under the necklace and said, "The instrument having served its purpose, it can let go now." Then he lifted the piece of jewelry and Narcissa looked calm for the first time.
She hugged Draco and said, "My Dragon saves me! I knew I was right to call you that. Lucius didn't want to, you know. He insisted you be called Eusebius or Panthokrator. I had to put my foot down." "But it was worth it for you have grown to be a strong, judicious man, you saved me."
Draco replied, "Mom, you saved me all those other times I needed saving, which are so many I cannot count them. Without your support I would not have lasted. What can you tell me about this man and the other Realms?"
Narcissa replied, "I can see other Realms in dreams. I couldn't travel to them; I thought I did not inherit that trait like you did, Draco. After we had separated I laid low in a Malfoy Chateau in Aix-en-Provence. Having nothing interesting to do, like going shopping, I daydreamed a lot. In one of these dreams, this man offered to teach me how to go between Realms. I'm sorry to say that dreaming might have lowered my natural Slytherin protective instincts, because I foolishly said yes."
"The man had effectively kidnapped me, and then he put that horrid necklace on me. By the way, did you know that it warps the will too? You do everything you're told to do. I'm sorry, Draco. The man apparently was in league with Voldemort and he ordered me to sign a Writ of Disownment, if your father had signed that – and knowing his inclinations who can doubt it – then you would have lost all your Malfoy and Black assets. I'm sorry, Draco."
Draco replied, "It's OK, mother, we all make mistakes. What can you tell me about the man, who is he?"
She replied, "I've had little contact with that cur, after he made me sign that paper, he left me alone. Then today he grabbed me and took me to that place where your friends and you were."
Draco asked, "As a Malfoy it is your right. Would you like to get your revenge?"
Narcissa sighed and said, "And I would, dear Dragon, but if I took real revenge I'm afraid I might hurt your sense of propriety, or mine. As my son, I leave my revenge to those who rescued me from the monster in the first place, that is you."
Draco invited Narcissa, "You can come and watch this, and learn something."
Both of them approached the man, who was sitting on the chair, sighing dramatically and cringing.
Draco asked, "What is your relation with Voldemort?"
The man said, "We are allies, or so he thinks. As soon as he's conquered that Realm, it will be brought under our control and used more efficiently."
Draco shivered, "What is your name? Your species? Your age?"
The man replied, "I'm Lord Dija-dokken. I'm a Siddhe Lord. I'm 5,685 years old"
Draco was stunned, "What's a Siddhe Lord?"
The man answered, "The Siddhe were one of the original purveyors of magic. They mated with other species and so transmitted their gift to many new peoples. The Fey and Veela descend from them. The Siddhe can be immortal, and have different amounts of magic. The most powerful are the Lords. They can create Worlds, Realms through their song. There are some who believe that Earth was created in such a way by a Siddhe."
The man continued, "Siddhe are very rare and admired beings. If they are seen they have the ability of modifying memories and implanting new ones without side effects. They can follow the Roads and get to different Realms. Since you appeared here, you used the Roads and must be a Siddhe Lord. Join me and we'll be unstoppable."
Draco asked tentatively, "First tell me what you were going to do to Earth after Voldemort won."
The man said, "Use it more efficiently. Separate the species and bring the magical ones to other realms where they would use their magic only in activities we demanded. The Wizarding World would be eliminated entirely, and the Muggles, left to their own devices, would follow soon after."
Draco went on, before he heard any more grisly plans, "How did you hear about Voldemort?"
The man replied, "It was your mother, actually. One day I was attracted by a thought coming from a fellow, unknown Siddhe. I enticed her to come here. She did and I slipped her the necklace and ordered her to tell me about her world. She couldn't stop saying about how awful this Voldemort character was. So I decided to visit. I followed her Trail to her point of origin and soon was dining with Voldemort."
Draco asked, "Does Voldemort know about my mother being Siddhe?"
The other man answered, "No, he doesn't. I didn't elaborate how I captured her."
Draco asked, "How did you manage to travel with my mother by your side?"
The man replied, "When you learn to travel between Realms, the first step is the most difficult one. That must be done alone, for to try to do it among many would be tragic. However, once it's learned, traveling becomes easier, if a careful concentration is maintained. To travel with one person you must hold that person and enclose yourselves within your thought universe, concentration is vital."
Draco walked away to talk with his mother. He said, "Anymore questions?"
Narcissa replied, "No, I think you've covered what is more important."
Draco said, "It will be revenge next. I'll keep it low key for your sake."
Narcissa answered, "Thank you, Draco."
Draco uncharacteristically fidgeted, shoved his hands in his pockets and scuffed his shoes. Narcissa, knowing his son's mood, knew he thought he'd done something wrong. Maybe he'd done something to the house that he was afraid Narcissa wouldn't like.
Narcissa asked resolutely, "What's on your mind Draco? Why are you so nervous?"
Draco replied nervously, "My friends are at the Manor, and, well, they can be a little rowdy at times, especially Crabbe and Goyle."
Narcissa replied, "Honestly Draco, I don't know why you don't call them Greg and Vincent, it'd be so much easier for me."
Draco continued, "But there are new friends, who aren't Slytherin at all. I mean Potter and Granger."
Narcissa looked quite surprised, "You made friends with Harry Potter?" "Anything you want to tell me that a mother should know?"
Draco replied, "Not exactly friends, we are allies for the war. He's been good, and so's been Granger. As for that news you ask about, well, it has happened. Blaise is my boyfriend and we are very much in love."
Narcissa squealed and said, "Oh, this is ever so much fun! So who tops?"
Draco blushed, embarrassed, "Mother!"
Narcissa replied, "Hush, dear. I suppose Blaise does. It's so clear."
Draco, still blushing like mad, said "Would you mind telling me why you would think so?"
Narcissa replied, "Well, you have a slim constitution, you like wearing good clothes and shopping for them. You're vocal in your likes and dislikes, you're very blond, and have refined features, you are beautiful."
Draco said, "All those reasons are null and void when dealing with sexual desire. I'm frankly astonished that you would descend to using clichés that probably come from porn cinema, instead of bothering to glean knowledge as befits a Black."
Draco delivered the telling blow, "You're aware, dear Mother, that if I followed your reasoning methods I'd resort to killing men with dark robes, believing them to be the Dark Lord."
Narcissa snorted and stomped away, muttering under her breath about over-achievers, snotty Dragons. Draco took advantage of the Narcissa-free time to go to the man, grab the necklace and say "The device having delivered its purpose, it is not needed now." He took the necklace, shrunk it and put it in his robes, then took the ring out of the finger and pocketed it too, he threw away the finger.
After having done this and looking at the man's crafty features glowing again as he plotted his escape, he decided to cut to the chase. He pointed his wand at the man and said, "Avada Kevadra." A strong beam of green light poured out of his wand, enveloped the man and killed him.
Draco called for Narcissa to come back and witness the revenge having taken place. Afterwards, he asked her if she was ready to return home. She nodded fiercely as she hugged Draco.
Draco concentrated and the pristine Bridges appeared in his mind's eye. He concentrated on home. The Manor of yore, with Narcissa waiting for him and helping him and the current Manor, the place where his friends and his love waited for him. In his thoughts, he encased his and Narcissa's essences.
A Bridge seemed particularly enticing and Draco took it, for the entry point he chose his room, for the time one hour after the raid in Switzerland . A Spot seemed to call to itself, so Draco directed all his attention to it, entered the Spot and became one with it. His comforting Room grew around him, as did the scent of Blaise
