A man looked at the glass showing the silver-white haired and winged teen. Lust gleamed in hooded eyes. He watched as the teen was learning to fly with his mated twin. Seeing the twin caused the man's mood to shift.

   "How dare he," he whispered. "My little bird. When will you realize you are meant for me?" He gently touched the glass, directly on top of Alex. "They even made you an angel. How innocent."

   A redheaded woman moaned in pain. Her back bleeding, full of cuts and whip marks. "Please... Master..... No more."

   The man only glared and raised his hand to someone in the dark stretches of the equally dark room. The only light being from the glass mirror in front of the darkly dressed man.

   "Dumbledore hurt him," the man turned to the woman, grey eyes gleamed murderously. "Both you and that idiot failed to bring me him. So tell me why I should spare you?"

   "Sirius," the woman cried, whimpered, and screamed. "He can bring him." The man turned back to the mirror and it showed Sirius Black hugging Alex, after the teen's still delicate wings nearly gave out on him.

   "Stop," the person in the shadows did. "You just saved yourself." The woman smiled softly in relief. "Kill her."

   "NO!" Echoed through the night. Grey eyes watched Alex try again and again to use his wings the same way his brother naturally was.

   He tuned into the sound to listen to the conversation. "Come on Alex," Draco gently held his brother as the tee worked his wings. "It's okay. You're fine. I won't let you fall."

   "It hurts Co," the teen said miserably. "When they mangled my wings the hurt, Mama said I might not be able to fly with them." The teens hugged.

   "Come on Lex," Draco whispered. "We can at least stretch your wings. Mother said that would help you at least strengthen them a bit." The angelic teen nodded and let his brother guide his wings on how to move properly.

The man glared down at the ground. His little one was hurt bad enough to cause permanent harm to his delicate wings. 'Soon my little bird. Soon you will never have to worry about pain again. You will be mine yo love and cherish. I might even let you keep the redheads. But that twin,' he shot a curse into the darkness killing one of his minions. "That twin will have to go. He cannot have my place at my Angel's side."

   Then a noise from Alex had the man focused on him. The tinny teen was giggling as his wings gently moved in the way they were taught. What got everyone watching, was his feet were not on the ground.

   "Xander," William Weasley called to the teen. "Time for another potion." All who were watching him gave a very disgruntled look at the sentence. "Come on," the teen was held like a toddler in the redhead's arms. "Severus says you need it."

   "I still don't like taking then," the Master melted at the adorable pout on Alex's face. He couldn't wait to have him. His little submissive mate. Only he would do. Since he has been watching him since his birth. The little angel was perfect for him.

   "You will be mine, Alexander Malfoy," he promised the mirror's copy of the teen. "And it will be soon my love."

-DONE! I did it. I got it back on track. Hope you like it.

                       ~DS35