elfflame (elfflame) wrote in elfflame_fics, @ 2009-08-13 14:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | co-author: foodie, fandom: harry potter, genre: drama, length: chaptered, mc: draco, misc: sequel, rating: pg13, sc: lucius, series: true revenge, theme: dark, theme: next gen |
Fic: Dragon's Tears - Draco, PG13
Title: Dragon's Tears
Author: elfflame
Rating: PG13
Summary: Draco discovers his father has a new family. (Pre HBP canon)
Disclaimer: This story not intended to infringe, no money is being made. The characters and places do not belong to me. I’m just borrowing them for a bit.
A/N: Notes found in chapter one.
This chapter breaks voice from the rest of the story. It will be told in third person. The next chapter will go back to Draco and the girls, but I wanted everyone to see exactly how the kidnapping affected the other adults in the girls’ lives.
The title for this one is a Theatrical term referring to the part in between two acts, and basically, it means “Another performance, as of music or dance, provided between two acts of a theatrical performance.”
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It was dusk when Lucius realized that the girls had yet to come in. At least Adriana wasn’t home to chide him about it. Of course, there were plenty of things for Adriana to chide him about. After all, Lucius had plenty to feel guilty about. Particularly, keeping the fact that Draco might have been stalking their family from her.
But at least there had been no new sign of Draco for months. Perhaps it had been a fluke; just pure chance that had brought two horrifyingly familiar objects to his girls on their birthdays. Surely Draco had no knowledge of his sisters’ existence, did he? And what would Adriana do when she discovered this secret that he and Snape had been keeping from her?
At least now he knew that the girls were safe. Whatever had been going on, whether Draco had been planning it or not, nothing had happened in months. Whoever it was must have just been playing with him. But who else could it have been? The few surviving Death Eaters had gone into hiding, or been sent to Azkaban. They had no way to find him. No one even knew where he was, aside from Snape, and he wouldn’t have done that to Adriana. Lucius, perhaps, but not Adriana. No, the only person who had any chance of truly finding him was Draco.
He sighed, pulled on his coat, and went out to find the girls.
It was fifteen minutes before he could admit to himself that they were gone. Fifteen agonizing minutes calling the girls’ names, searching the orchard, the barn and the far side of the little hill near the house, Lucius’s dread growing with every passing second. Damn Renata and her willful ways. If she’d led her sisters into the woods…But he couldn’t let himself truly panic yet. There were still several places the girls could be hiding. He just had to find them.
He hurried back to the front porch so he could go inside and retrieve a torch and was about to step inside when he saw something glint on the doormat. Bending down carefully, he picked up the four small objects laying there. Glinting in his palm lay four chess pawns. One in shining gold, and the other three bright silver. His heart fell to somewhere around his knees as he recognized them. And their significance. “Please…no…” he moaned. It couldn’t be. He hurried into the house, leaving the front door open in his haste to run to his daughters’ rooms. On each pillow he saw the small figures of three very familiar, identical soldiers. Soldiers that he had given Draco so many years ago.
Draco…had his girls. Lucius collapsed under the emotions that closed in around him, standing in the doorway of his youngest child’s room. He hated him. He’d tear the boy limb from limb. But, another part of him said, this is Draco. Your son. And then worry. Adriana. When she found out. She’d kill the boy. Or Lucius himself. Snape had been helpful before, but there was no way that they’d be able to keep this from her.
Lucius closed his eyes. Yet another mistake. And now his girls would pay because of it. Little Teecie, her bright smile, and constant chattering. Kali, his little Quidditch player, never more at home than when she was on her broom. And Reni. His little trouble-maker. She had obviously helped her brother. Had he told her who he was? And then another child appeared in his memory. Pale skin, light golden hair, eyes wide and turned up to look into his father’s face as he chatted away about something. Draco…so much time lost.
He had thought when Draco had changed his name to Black, that leaving it alone would help draw away some of his son’s anger. That perhaps, given time, the boy would become more…approachable. But the letters he had sent to Draco had gone unanswered. He wondered if he had even read them, or simply burned them, still in their envelopes. He realized that he hadn’t even seen his son since his fifth year at Hogwarts. So long ago. It had been the year from hell for Lucius. But that was no excuse. He should have tried to visit him. At least once. Given the boy a chance to rage at him. Something. Anything.
He paled at the thought of what Draco might do to the girls to get even with him. He wouldn’t…hurt them, would he? They were still his sisters. It was Lucius he was angry at. But he knew exactly what Draco was capable of. After all, he’d taught the boy the spells himself. Used first on insects, then small animals…It wouldn’t take much for him to transfer his anger to his sisters. Just the thought that Draco might use the spells Lucius had taught him on Lucius’s own daughters…He could just imagine the girls’ cries of pain, and twisted faces as Draco stood above them, his eyes glowing with hate. Lucius choked back a sob.
Lucius dragged himself up, using the door frame to steady himself. He knew there was no time to spare. He had to find the boy, and get to him before Draco did anything drastic. And he knew who he had to call for help. Snape. Snape cared about the boy almost as much as he did himself, and had far more resources than Lucius did these days. Not to mention the fact that Draco had always looked up to the man. He’d probably have a better chance of talking Draco out of whatever it was he was doing. Of course, knowing Snape, he’d ask for his firstborn in return. Lucius winced at the automatic thought when it finally registered.
And maybe, if Lucius was particularly lucky, Snape would even be willing to be the one to tell Adriana. He’d certainly have a better chance of keeping her from searching Draco out and murdering him on the spot.
Lucius wrapped his coat tighter around him, slipped the pawns into his pocket, picked up his cane, then closed the door to the house, locking it behind him. Then he walked down to the street, and apparated to Hogsmeade.
Snape,
That thing we were concerned with has happened. The girls are with him. I need to speak with you. She cannot know. Meet me at your office.
L.