Debts Repayed

Once we left the boundaries Draco was grabbed by Greyback and I was grabbed by Bellatrix.

All of us turned to black smoke and shot out into the night sky and to a familiar manor.

That's where I have been for weeks.

It was almost as if everything was the same before I went back to Hogwarts. I kept in my room unless there was a meal, Draco stayed with me most of the time.

But I knew with Dumbledores death that the outside world was the exact opposite.

.I was sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace with a book on Legilimancy. I was trying to figure out how I could see Draco in the bathroom before it happens.

I know it has something to do with seeing the future but I want to know how I could see it without trying. And why that glimpse of future memory?

I got the gist that I can see from having prolonged skin to skin contact with the person... That conclusion came from the fact that every time it happened... Draco and I were you know.

Draco was sitting across from me with a book on Legilimancy I gave him from my lessons with Snape. I'm hoping he could learn to just read someone's mind without a wand like I can. It takes skill and I believe in Draco but he still seems distracted and distraught by what's happening.

I mean I'm sad about what happened but I have so much on my mind that I shut the world out and just focus on mine...It's bad but it keeps me sane.

When a knock came to my door Draco was the one to immediately stand up while I quickly put on my blindfold.

"Mother, what do you need?" I turned to see Narcissa in the doorway.

She looked between Draco and I. "You two need to come down."

"Why?" Draco asked, I walked to his side.

Narcissa lifted her chin up slightly. "It wasn't a request. Both of you need to come down."

I linked Draco and my hands. "We will follow you." Narcissa nodded and started down the hall, I looked at Draco. "Is it just me or does she seem a little nervous?"

Draco nodded and squeezed my hand. "Come on."

Draco stepped out of the room and led me away towards the stairs where Narcissa was walking down.

(What could it be? Is Voldemort here? I mean it has been a week and he is probably anxious to know the prophecy.)

When we got to the bottom of the stairs Narcissa was standing next to... "Draco." I looked at him, he was staring at his disheveled Azkaban father.

"Draco." I squeezed his hand.

Draco let go of my hand and continued over to Lucius until he was standing in front of him with his eyes refusing to meet his fathers. (I want to take my blindfold off. Is Draco alright? Is he alright with his father being back?)

I watched Lucius whisper yell to Draco and Draco shrunk more and more into his shell.(Shit.)

I walked over and grabbed Draco's hand, Lucius looked at me. "Solace." He scowled.

"Lucius... Why don't you go up and get a shower and shave instead of taking your anger out on your son?"

Lucius seethed, Draco pulled me back, Narcissa put a hand on Lucius's chest. "Lucius."

Lucius calmed enough but still stared, then looked at Draco. "If it wasn't for the Dark Lord I would allow such a wench to tarnish our name."

"Don't call her that." Draco seethed, I smiled at Draco's courage.

Lucius jaw clenched. "Remember your place, Draco." Draco went back in his shell.

"Lucius." He looked at me. "Do you even care about your family?"

Lucius brow furrowed. "What?"

"When was the last time you told Draco you were proud of him. Or that you cared for him let alone you loved him." Lucius's chin lifted. "You condemned yourself to Voldemort and in your footsteps Draco did the same thing to fix your mistake yet as soon as you come back you ridicule him."

"Solace." Draco squeezed my hand.

I looked at Draco then back at Lucius. "My Patronus isn't a parrot for no reason." Lucius looked at Draco. "Now why don't you go take a nice shower, shave and get yourself together." Lucius looked back at me. "You are a Malfoy so gather yourself together."

Narcissa put a hand on Lucius shoulder, Lucius raised his chin again. "I will not have you speaking to me that way in my own home."

"I show respect to those who show me respect." Lucius huffed and walked away with Narcissa behind him.

I heard very slow clapping. "A little spite fire you are." I turned around to see another man in Azkaban grubs, no smile or any emotion on his face. "You look so much like your mother."

I eyed him. "Who are you?"

The man stepped forward. Draco's hand pulled me back and stepped in front of me. "Why are you here?" He seethed.

The man stopped and looked from Draco to me and the recognition snapped in my mind. "You."

Dolohov lifted his chin. "Hello, Seraphina." He stepped even more closer until he was in front of Draco and they both connected eyes. "You've grown, Draco. I heard the Dark Lord chose you to marry my daughter."

I pulled Draco away and Dolohov looked back at me. "We might be connected by blood but I am not your daughter."

Dolohov eyed me. "You better put your future wife in place, Draco." He looked at Draco. "If you don't then I will."

I scoffed, Draco squeezed my hand and pulled me back. "You will not lay a hand on her. She is my responsibility."

I smiled. (Well at least he can stand up to someone.)

Dolohov looked at me. "At least you took your mothers name instead of mine. I wouldn't allow a Dolohov to tarnish the family name."

"Yea." I scoffed. "You've tarnished it enough." Dolohov stepped forward, I took out my wand and pushed it into his neck. "You better listen careful, Dolohov. I might have my mothers optimistic tendencies but I also have your sadistic nature." I pushed him back with my wand, he kept his chin stretched and looked down at me with his eyes. "Touch me, or Draco, and not even the Dark Lord can keep me from putting you in your place." I seethed.

"Brilliant." Someone said amusedly. I stopped and turned around to see Voldemort, Bellatrix, Snape, and two other Death Eaters. "Now I see the resemblance between you two, Dolohov." Voldemort smiled. "Would you please lower your wand from my most loyal friend, Solace."

I looked back at Dolohov, he smirked slightly. "Certainly." I lowered my wand, Dolohov lowered his head and I send a punch straight to his face and heard a crack. "That was for my mother."

"You bitch!" Dolohov held his nose with blood gushing out.

Draco grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "Stop." I looked at him, he pleaded me with his eyes. I nodded.

Voldemort stepped towards Dolohov then changed courses and walked to me. "I hope you have what I need?"

I nodded. "Did you want me to write it down or say it in hope you will remember?"

Voldemort looked to the Death Eaters. "Bellatrix. Get a piece of parchment and writing tool for Solace."

"Right away my lord." Bellatrix walked away to another room.

Voldemort looked back at me. "Now." He said softly and looked at Draco. "Let's have a look at the lovely future weds." He smiled and stepped closer to us.

(Is he going to go dress shopping as well?)I raised a brow. "No offense but you don't seem to be one to actually care." Draco squeezed my hand to tell me to stop.

Voldemort brought a hand and lazily motioned to himself. "I arranged such a pair. Why would I not care?"

I shrugged. "It's a wedding." Bellatrix came back and brought me a parchment and quil with a snare on her face, I smiled and took them. "Thanks, Trixy."

Bellatrix was about to say something but Voldemort raised a hand. "Calm yourself, Bellatrix." She nodded and walked away.

"Better than Bell."(But I guess Voldemort is a Beast.)I walked to one of the skinny tables along the wall. "I'm going to write it in sections and put in small words what I think it means based on Dumbledores other memories." I wrote the prophecy down.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Harry Potter

born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, Harry made you his equal when he 'defeated' you.

but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...Harry conjured a Patronus only a very powerful wizard could.

and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives... There will be a final battle and one must die for the other to reign.

(Like I'd give you the answers.)"But for an old fart like him it was difficult to organize everything in one go which is probably why I fainted." I put the quil down and walked the paper over to him then held it out. "But I got it so it all worked out."

Voldemort smiled and reached for it. "You have done well, Solace." He took it, folded the paper and put it in his chest pocket. Voldemort turned into black smoke and left.

I looked at the group, one by one they left, Dolohov giving a glare. "Make sure you clean up that blood." I smiled, he scowled and turned to black smoke. Snape was remaining, I smiled softly. "Don't worry. I'm sure I told him everything he needs to know." I winked.

Snape raised his chin. "You have better." He turned into black smoke and left.