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Lucius Malfoy held the small curled snake in his hand and concentrated on trail of magic that bonded it to the brush that it had been bonded to for the past 15 years. His wand was a blur and the charm sounded almost angry as it passed his lips. Then he, and the silent form of Goyle behind him, was standing in Sheara's... no this was nowhere his sister would have been caught dead in. This was the bedroom of Sheila Rosenburg. The muggle that his sister had become. It was silent and abandoned. She was already moving. Somewhere. But where? And where was the child? Years ago Lucius Malfoy had written off his only sister. When she had refused to make the attempt to regain her status as a witch and entered the muggle world. But her child.... The possibility of a witch of the Malfoy line forced to grow up in a muggle world.... That possibility filled him with anger and what he would have been forced to admit was worry. Had anyone been capable of reading his emotions, that is. He wasn't sure if he wanted the girl to be a witch or not. If she was, she'd be part muggle. That was almost made her ... that picture. Lucius turned and picked up a small silvered framed photo of a small girl, his sister and the muggle she had married. "Sheila" had dyed her hair red. Probably to distance herself from her past. She was smiling happily. The muggle looked shell shocked. The girl, scowling at the camera, had jet black hair. The contrast was shocking, and reminiscent of someone, someone from Hogwarts? But the child looked nothing like the muggle. The child was pureblood. And suddenly his indecision was gone. The anger rose, and the concern, and the surety that marked his life. A child, a pureblood witch of the Malfoy line was in danger, and he was there. That was all that mattered. And anyone who stood in his way would suffer. There was sound in the hall and he turned... throwing open the door to see the shocked forms of two teenaged boys. Muggles? They didn't quite "feel" like muggles. ********************* Oz and Xander were standing the doorway to Willow's room, looking over the signs of struggle when they heard the sounds of movement. They turn.... ********************* "Where is she?!?" The words are out of Xander's mouth before he thinks. "What have you done with Willow?" "I have done nothing. I would assume you're referring to Sheila's daughter?" Lucius fought to keep his calm. He could feel Goyle tensing behind him. "Yes. Somethings up, you're unexpected... " The other boy. "If you're not involved..." The two boys exchange glances. "We have to go." Lucius moves. His cane drops vertically, blocking their path. "Not without me. I'm her uncle. Let me help." "I don't really see how..." Xander begins to protest, then sees the massive form of Goyle step up behind the strange blond. "Sure. More strength is better.... Oz?" He turns to check with Oz, and finds him gone. "Oz?" ************* Faced with a cane blocking his path, Oz considers his options. Strange dressed cane wielding man. Willow's balcony and trellis. Let's take the trellis. As Xander confronts the blonde, he backs slowly into Willow's bedroom. Sorry, Xand. But somebody has to save Willow. Then he sees... Willow's phone list. As he hears "more is better" from the hall he sees the scrawled phone number in the corner of her calendar. In case of emergencies only. Well, this is an emergency. The call is quick. Oz is a man of few syllables. Then the call is over and its time to get back to Xander. Now that they seem to have even more allies. Time to sweep in on white chargers and storm the citadel where the fair maiden has been taken captive. Oz pauses in the door to Willow's room and briefly considers where to get white horses at this time of night, but is pulled away from his musings by Xander's tug and the swift movement of the group downstairs. "They'll be at city hall. I think. We'll take Oz's van. You can come, or do you have transportation?" "Not handy. And I don't know where this ... city hall is." "No prob. We do."