Family Ties
Runewolf
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."