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Platinum and Diamonds	By : diananed Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you to my beta readers: Gabi, JC, Catherine, Akaya, Emily

Chapter 3 - The Most Important Thing

Fear slowly took over me. Nobody would give me any explanation about what was happening to him.

The family healer said that he had something contagious, but his answer was evasive, like he was trying to hide something and he didn�t know how.

Strange. As far as I knew, he had been in perfect condition before he collapsed during his birthday party. I tried to see him, but the room he was quarantined in had heavy wards I had never encountered before. Everything about his illness seemed suspicious, especially when it was common knowledge that sixteen had always been an awkward age for a wizard. Usually at this age, the Magical Heritage makes itself known.

But that couldn�t be the case. He was a pure-blood, and I�d never heard rumours about any mixed marriages with magical creatures in this particular family bloodline.

On the other hand, Lucius Malfoy had always been a man of many deep, dark, extremely well-hidden secrets.

I intended to confront him about this, but my first priority was to see Draco. As I approached his room, I saw that the door was open. I ran to his bed and knelt by it. He�d been there for five days already. Sweat drops were gathered on his forehead, his eyes were closed and sunken deep within their sockets and his pale, translucent skin was marbled with blue veins. Tears gathered in my eyes. He looked so fragile, so breakable. I leant closer and kissed his eyebrow. His eyelids flickered open, and he stared at me with a blurry gaze.

�Mum, what�s happening to me?� he barely whispered.

�I told you to stay out of this room! Get out, now!� Lucius�s voice bellowed from the door frame. I didn�t move. How did he get there so fast? The next thing I felt was his fingers wrapping around my arm before he almost threw me into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.

�Don�t you ever go in there!�

�And why shouldn�t I?� I demanded, finally managing to restrain my tears. I looked at him frowning as I quizzically tilted my head and crossed my arms over my chest. �Is there something I should have known that you�d conveniently forgotten to tell me about before our wedding?� I inquired in a harsh voice.

He paled so much that the skin on his face seemed like parchment. Grabbing my arm once more, he began to drag me towards his office.

I jerked myself free. �Stop manhandling me like that!�

�Get in, and keep your voice down!� he said, looking at me, before he opened his office door.

He marched into the office. I followed him, almost cracking the door when I forcefully pushed it shut.

�Spill it, Lucius!�

After taking out his wand, he muttered a locking charm and a privacy spell on the door. He poured himself a drink and gulped it down nervously.

�I might have left something out...�

�What?� I spat.

�Sixteen generations ago, my ancestors, in their deep desire to gain physical beauty, altered our blood with that of a concubine.�

�They did what? You�re a concubine? And you had thought it appropriate to keep that from me?�

�I�m not a bloody concubine! Except for the beauty, the other features had never developed in fifteen generations. I�m not a concubine!� Lucius repeated himself through gritted teeth. The glass he was holding shattered in his hand.

�What about Draco?�

�He�s...� Lucius sighed.

�He�s transforming. He�s developing the other features. That�s why he�s sick, isn�t he? Do you realise what you�ve done? You poisoned my son, you poisoned my heir, my blood. The Blacks have been pure-bloods for hundreds of generations and now you�ve soiled my line,� I raged. �You pathetic excuse for a husband! I should spit on you, but you don�t deserve the effort.� I took out my wand, blasted the office door and stormed out.

A concubine. My son, a concubine. I ran through the Manor�s long halls for what seemed like hours, not knowing where I was running to or what I was running from. When I stopped, I realised I was in the nursery. Why was I there? I couldn�t seem to think anymore. All I managed to do was sit down in the rocking chair and mourn the loss of my son.

The notion of time was lost to me as I stayed locked in that room. I didn�t want to see anybody. The house-elves brought me food and tried to make me eat, but I couldn�t seem to feel the taste of it.

At first, I had been angry at Lucius for tricking me into marrying him when he very well knew his condition. Then, after a day or so, I began to feel furious with myself for giving birth to a concubine. My pure-blood upbringing, full of rules, standards and prejudices, forbade me to look at a concubine in any other way than the way I�d been taught to. The concubine was declared in the Ministry�s registers as �material goods in private property with the title of sex slave� and �its Master�s word and wishes are more powerful than any law�. My son, my only heir, was material goods in private property� I couldn�t bear the thought of it.

After two more days, I remembered that my grandfather had owned a concubine. Each time I had visited him, I had stared at his sex slave. It was a girl with dark-blonde hair and brown eyes. At the time I couldn�t tell her age, but she had been fairly young.

What had remained scarred in my mind were her eyes. I�d never seen, in my whole life, sadder eyes than those. Her dull, hollow gaze and submissive posture had shocked me every time I had visited my grandfather.

That night, I�d fallen asleep with the image of her face burned into my mind. It had been a sleepless night, and when I awoke the next morning, my beliefs seemed less powerful.

That whole day I tried to comprehend what was going on in my troubled mind and to analyse my feelings.

When I went to bed, I couldn�t sleep again. In the early hours of the morning, when I finally fell asleep, I had the most terrifying nightmare in my life the kind I hope never to have again.

---- I saw the face of my grandfather�s concubine in front of my eyes. Suddenly, the colour of her hair became lighter, almost white, her eyes shaded to grey, her jaw line distorted, and her skin became a haunting pale.

Draco�s face came into view. The only feature that did not change was the sadness. He had the same dull, submissive gaze, which had shocked me every time.

And then, long forgotten images came to life: the first time I held him in my arms, his first steps, his first birthday, his first word, the first time I had to heal him after his first serious injury, the first time he flew a broomstick, the first time he climbed into my lap, put his little arms around my neck and whispered in my ear �I love you, Mummy!� ----

I woke up screaming, tears falling down my cheeks, and in that moment, I understood that nothing would ever make me turn my back on my son. First and foremost, I was a mother, and no pure-blood upbringing would make me deny my son. I had to get him out of the Manor. I had to keep him safe. I had to!

Thank God that my maternal instincts took over.

It�s morning, and I�m sitting in my comfortable armchair, twisting in my hands some piece of parchment one of the house-elves brought me a while ago. Lucius is delaying his arrival with another blissful day. Since I pulled Draco out of his clutches, he�s been watching me like a hawk.

A light tapping is waking me up from my reverie. An owl is waiting to get in to deliver the little package, she has attached to her leg. A smile dances on my lips. I know this owl. It�s Potter�s.

I open the window and let the owl flutter in. She flies right off after I take the package. I open it with shaking hands. Papers. Strange papers. And a piece of parchment.

Dear Mrs. Malfoy,

I hope this time nothing will go wrong, considering the fact that Lucius will be away for several days. Professor Snape supplied me with that information.

At noon, today, Draco and I will be at a Muggle jewellery store.

Headmaster Dumbledore was considerate enough to give me the coordinates of the closest Apparition point. You will find them, plus some Muggle money and identification papers, in the parcel I sent you. I�m not sure if you will need everything, but better safe than sorry.

See you at noon.

Respectfully,

Harry Potter.

I will see my son� today� finally. I laugh and cry and laugh again.

�My darling baby! Oh� I will always remember the day when I realised you were the most important thing in my miserable life. How could I�ve been so blind for so long and take you for granted?�

I didn�t know how long I had been sleeping that dreadful night. When I woke, trying to calm myself I got out of bed went to the window and opened it. My heart was still pounding hard. After I took a deep breath of fresh, air I began to feel a little better. I looked at the pendulum on the fireplace. It couldn�t be! Just three hours until dinner? I had slept through most of the day! Wiping the tears from my face, I left the nursery determined to enter Draco�s room at any cost.

When I got there, I panicked. His room was empty. I had to find out where he was and fast!

Lucius had to know. In a hurry, I almost reached his office. Almost.

�Narcissa!� I heard someone calling, and I stopped, turning reluctantly to face him.

�Severus! What are you doing here?�

He looked up and down the hallway as if he was afraid we might not be alone. �May I have a word in private, please?�

I tried to tell him it wasn�t an appropriate time, but he looked at me in a way that made my objection die on my lips. �Fine! Is the library private enough?�

When we entered the library, I sat in an armchair with a huff. He paced for a few seconds then he turned towards me.

�In the last three days or so, I�ve heard some rumours. I came to ask Lucius about them, but I�d rather talk to you.�

�Oh!� I said, crossing my arms over my chest. �I�m listening.�

I scrutinized him with an impatient gaze. Not knowing where Draco was made me feel like Severus was pointlessly wasting my time.

�Is it true,� Severus began, �...that Draco�?�

�Yes!� I spat irritated. �It�s true. What? Are you annoyed that they all had a joyful time with him, and Lucius didn�t invite you to the party?� I almost yelled at him, jumping up from the armchair.

He closed his eyes and sighed, tilting his head.

�Narcissa,� he said as his eyes searched mine. His look was warm and a little sad, and his calm irritated me to the point of becoming unbearable. �I�m a half-blood. I don�t particularly enjoy humiliating any magical creature, especially when said magical creature is my godson.�

�But I recall that your pure-blood relatives had sex slaves,� I noted and looked at him questioningly.

�That doesn�t mean that I liked nor approved what they did,� he answered.

I hugged myself and swallowed the lump in my throat. Tears gathered behind my eyelids, and I desperately tried to keep them back.

�Narcissa, do you know where Draco is?�

Hearing that question, I failed in holding back my feelings. �No,� I sobbed. �I was coming from his room when we met. It was empty, and I was on my way to ask Lucius about it. Severus,� I continued, �I have to take Draco away from here. Now!� Frantically I turned intending to leave the room.

�No. No! Wait!� Severus cried. �Please, wait!�

�Why? Time is of the essence!�

�Yes, it�s true. Time is of the essence, but without a thorough plan you can endanger him more than you could ever imagine. Please, calm yourself and think. You are a Slytherin, not a bloody Gryffindor who acts first and thinks later of the consequences, when usually is too late to repair the damage.�

I looked at him in bewilderment, though slowly, I began to calm down and see his reasoning.

�Lucius is a devilish man,� he continued. �You have to be cautious. Let�s say, for argument�s sake, that you Apparate Draco away and go into hiding. Tell me, besides the fact that both of you will be fugitives, having to constantly look over your shoulder and never having a peaceful moment, again... what would happen if Lucius finds you and threatens your life?�

�He would kill me, or both of us,� I sigh.

�And you think Draco would accept that? I can guarantee with some certainty that he would make a bargain with Lucius to save your life. He would rather accept humiliation and torture than see you dead.�

I fell helplessly in the armchair and buried my face in my hands. �You�re right!�

He knelt in front of me and took one of my hands in his own.

�Narcissa, I know it�s hard for you, but you can�t rush into this head first. I�ll talk to Lucius,��

�But I-� I began to say, but he stopped me, putting his finger on my lips.

�Look. I�ll talk to Lucius. You are too tense, and you are liable to hex him right now.�

�You bet,� I muttered.

�I�ll find a way to make him tell me where Draco is. Meanwhile, try to find everything you can about concubines. I�m not sure I�ll be able to talk to you again tonight, but I think you can visit me tomorrow at Spinner�s End without raising any suspicion.�

He put both his hands on my shoulders and looked determinedly into my eyes. �We will talk again tomorrow afternoon at five. During the morning, I want to check Hogwarts Library�s Restricted Section. We have to know the smallest details about concubines - their status, the laws referring to them � to be sure Lucius won�t be able to take Draco back. Even the most insignificant detail may help. Please, try to calm yourself and think straight. Otherwise, Draco has no chance to be safe ever.�

I nodded. Oh! I was so tired, all and I wanted to do was to crawl back into bed and cry, but he was right. If I wanted to help my son, I had to pull myself together.

After he�d left, I tried to concentrate on the task at hand. I didn�t find much though. For a while, I felt desperation overwhelming me. It wasn�t fair. I had to find something to help my son!

The next day, my research was just as fruitless and my frustration continued to grow.

I did my best to avoid Lucius, so I managed to Floo for Spinner�s End without alerting him.

When I stepped out of Severus�s fireplace, I saw him sitting morose in his armchair.

�What happened?� I asked panicked.

�The situation is worse than I had predicted, but there is good news, too.�

While he poured himself a glass of firewhisky, I sat on the couch facing his armchair. I politely turned down his offered drink. My head was spinning already.

�The good news is,� he continued, �not as great as I would like. First of all, I managed to find out that, at the end of this month, Lucius will leave for five days, starting with the 26th. So, we�ll have the opportunity to get Draco out of the Manor. Second, yes, I know where he keeps Draco.�

�Severus, you do realise you�re killing me� slowly� and mercilessly, right?� I said, looking at him with eyes filled with tears. �Have you seen him?�

He nodded, averting his gaze from mine.

�How is he?� I asked frantically.

He didn�t answer.

�Look at me, Severus!� I shouted. �How is he?�

�What do you want me to tell you? What are you expecting to hear me say, Narcissa? You want to hear that he�s okay and happy? I can�t say that. I can�t lie to you. He�s not okay. He�s�� he paused and sighed, closing his eyes and frowning. �I think you�d better see for yourself. Come with me. I�ll put the memory from my meeting with Lucius into the Pensieve.� With that said, he led me to his office.

Once there, he touched his temple with the tip of his wand, drawing out a silvery strand.

�I�ll leave you to it,� he told me after he�d put it into the Pensieve, and he left.

A shiver went through my body, and I felt the fear trying to overwhelm me. I gathered all my courage and sank into the Pensieve.

�Severus!� Lucius shouted. �How nice of you to stop by!�

�I hadn�t been informed that you invited him, too!� snorted Nott, looking over his drink.

�I didn�t and now that I�m thinking of it, I don�t seem to remember why!�

�Perhaps it just slipped your mind,� Severus suggested.

�Yes. Everything happened so fast.� Lucius looked at him and continued, �Why don�t you join us?�

�For what, exactly?� Severus asked, and without looking at any of them, went to the bar and poured himself a drink.

�Dinner,� Lucius answered.

�Why not?� Severus said and made his way to one of the empty chairs. �If it doesn�t take too long. I�ll have to leave in an hour or so.�

�Hmm� Are you otherwise engaged?� Parkinson raised an eyebrow.

Severus gave him a small smile from the corner of his mouth, �You may say that.�

�Bravo! Who is she?� Crabbe asked.

�That�s for me to know and for you to never find out!� Severus remarked snidely.

�Gentlemen!� Lucius said loudly, capturing their attention. �Let�s focus on what we�re here for. Dinner will be served in ten minutes, and I was thinking we should have an appetizer first.�

�What do you have in mind?� Nott asked.

He put his glass on his desk and cried �Dipsy!�

After a loud pop, a house-elf appeared. �Yes, Master!�

�Bring the slave, but don�t heal him.�

�Yes, Master!�

�Oh� yes!� Goyle shouted. �Brilliant. House-elf magic is so painful for concubines, no matter what it�s used for!�

I was standing in a corner wondering how Severus could be so calm. He�d been right. I wanted to hex them all. I had been in no condition to talk to Lucius that night.

A second loud pop caught my attention.

I looked in shock at the sight.

Near the house-elf, chained, naked and bloodied sat Draco, almost frozen. If I hadn�t heard his soft whimper, I could have sworn he was dead. His beautiful white-blonde hair was dirty and tangled. He was sitting on his heels with his back crooked and his head nearly touching the floor.

What had they done to my son? I watched Severus for a brief moment. His face was livid, and he was the only one who didn�t smile.

Oh! How I hated those five grinning bastards right then, those five men with no heart and nothing sacred in the world.

�Heal him,� Lucius ordered the elf, �and after that clean him up, too.�

�Yes, Master.�

The house-elf raised his hand, and Draco began to scream and squirm. I couldn�t watch. Closing my eyes, I turned my back to the room, covering my ears in a feeble attempt to block out the sound. I failed. My son�s scream was like a dagger in my heart. And it seemed to last forever.

When it stopped, I turned to face the room again. Tears ran freely down my cheeks. Draco was sobbing softly and slowly curled into a tight ball.

�Now we can dine,� Lucius said contentedly.

How I wanted to curl my fingers around his neck and squeeze until his eyes popped out.

The food appeared on the conference table in the middle of the room.

Ignoring Draco, they all sat down and began to fill their plates. They ate in silence for a few minutes. I felt a shiver run down my spine as they began to stuff their faces, grinning widely. Only Severus was pushing his food around his plate, deep in thought.

�Tell me, Lucius,� he said suddenly, startling everyone, �how come you ordered your house-elf to bring the slave? It�s true I�d never owned a slave, but as I recall from the days I had spent with my pure-blood side of the family, they liked to bring the slaves themselves, dragging them through the Manor�s hallways to the destination. Displaying them for the guests and the house residents in the most humiliating way possible was an entertainment of its own.�

�He�s right, you know!� Nott said. �Why can�t we go and fetch him?�

�Yes! Make him cry and beg and squirm all the way from his cell?� Crabbe asked.

�Because his cell in the dungeons is too far from here. We are in the western wing as you all know, and his cell is at the eastern end of the house!�

All made disappointed faces, and I could hear questions like �That far?� and �Why that far?�

�Besides,� Lucius continued, �I managed to put up some very old and very strong wards; wards that even the one who casts them can�t take them down if some required conditions are not met.�

�Can�t you Apparate inside the cell?� Goyle asked.

�That�s the beauty of it. No known wizard could ever get in. Neither can magical creatures except house-elves. Only house-elf magic works inside the cell,� Lucius explained.

�So, house-elves can get in?� Crabbe asked.

�Yes.�

�And wizards can�t?�

�Exactly.�

�What about Draco?�

�He�s not a wizard. �It� is a concubine, and �it� was already in when I put up the wards.�

�Oh! Right!�

�As interesting as I find your conversation, I�d rather entertain myself,� Parkinson stated. �Doesn�t your slave eat anything? Slave! Aren�t you hungry? Here! Have some food!� He took a bare chicken bone and threw it, hitting Draco in his face.

The five of them started to laugh, and Crabbe and Goyle followed Parkinson�s example. Draco tried to protect himself from the projectiles, but to no avail.

A few moments later, Nott got up from his chair and approached Draco, examining him.

�It seems he�s not hungry, or maybe he doesn�t like the food you give him.� With his left hand, he grabbed Draco by the hair and pulled him up from the floor. �Maybe you�d like to eat something else.�

Draco, frightened, shook his head.

�Lucius, why isn�t your slave hungry? Did you already give him something to eat?� Nott inquired, never letting go of Draco�s hair.

�Yeees!� Lucius drawled. �He just ate my cock an hour ago.�

�Well then, you had the main course,� Nott said, turning to Draco. �How about some dessert, whore?� And with his free hand, he took out his wand and spelt his trousers open.

I couldn�t stay anymore. I hoped this was all Severus intended to show me, because I just wanted out. Severus�s fading voice reached my ears as I felt the pull from resurfacing the Pensieve, �Thank you, Lucius, for the lovely dinner, but I really should be on my way now. Enjoy the rest of the evening. Good bye!�

�I�m going to kill him! I�m going to kill them all! How could he do that to his own son, his only child?� I began to shout as I landed back in Severus�s office.

He put his hands on my shoulders and said, looking deep into my eyes, �Narcissa, I know it�s overwhelming, but please, get a grip and try to focus.�

I sighed sadly.

�I had some time to think about what Lucius had told me,� he continued after he convinced me to sit down on the couch. �It�s not good. If the wards around his cell are that strong, we can�t get him out. Have you heard anything about those kind or wards?�

�No. Lucius never mentioned anything about wards, or even about secret spells, but I�m sure the Malfoy family has its secrets as any other pure-blood family has. And even though we�re married, no matter if it be from love or duty, he doesn�t tell me everything. I�ll search the Manor�s library. There is a section with old Malfoy documents and journals. Maybe I�ll find something there, but some secrets are passed on to the heir on the death bed.�

�Okay. Be sure, while you�re searching, to pay attention to anything that seems odd or out of place. We need to find out about as many secrets as possible. If we know Lucius�s secrets, we can control him and protect ourselves,� Severus said. �Tomorrow I�ll ask Dumbledore if he had heard about those kind of wards and check the restricted section of the Hogwarts library, too. I�ll let you know as soon as I find something. Have faith. We will get Draco out, somehow.�

That evening, the next three days and most of the fourth, I spent my time searching the Manor�s library. I used all the searching spells I knew. I found almost nothing about the wards and too little about concubines, but I realised that there were odd spots on the walls and floor. They were full of strange magic that pulled at my wand when I cast the searching spells. It was as if they were warded, and the wards felt familiar, like the wards I felt on the room Draco had been quarantined in. So� hiding places. I tried to take them down, but I failed. Maybe they were set to alert Lucius somehow, so, to avoid that, I didn�t insist too much.

The fourth day, Severus owled me, saying that he had arranged a meeting with Dumbledore, for the next morning.

Dumbledore� A small smile appears in the corner of my mouth. Yes! He helped a lot. And he is still helping, it seems. Muggle papers and Muggle money. Perhaps I�ll buy my son something nice. I�d like to go shopping with him. Well, Potter will be there, too, but I don�t mind that, not at all. I will have the chance to see them interact. See if Draco managed to accommodate with his new life, if he�s well.

�Tempus,� I sigh disappointed. It�s only half past ten. I return my attention to Potter�s letter and read it again.

Yes! Dumbledore certainly helped a lot.

�Good morning, Narcissa!� Dumbledore greeted me while I was stepping into his office with Severus in my wake.

�Good morning, Headmaster!�

�Please take a seat and have some tea,� he said. His eyes twinkled, and he smiled. Well... sort of. It was a rather sad smile, and I realised that the problem we were about to discuss was far from an easy one.

The three of us exchanged worried looks, each hoping the other would start the conversation.

�Ahem!� Dumbledore cleared his voice. �Narcissa, Severus has brought some disturbing news to my attention. I really understand what you are trying to do, but I also have to warn you that it won�t be easy. You are trying to fight an ancient law. You do realise that, don�t you?�

�He is my son!� I said and looked at him determined. �I�m not leaving him there. I�ll get him out and live in hiding my whole life if there isn�t any other way!�

�Draco will never accept that kind of life for you, Narcissa, and you know that!� Severus tried to calm me. �We found something in the restricted section.�

�Yes,� Dumbledore muttered thoughtfully, staring through me.

After a few minutes that seemed like years, I began to squirm impatiently on my chair.

�I know you are impatient, but I�m trying to put the information I�m about to tell you in a simpler form, so there are no misunderstandings,� Dumbledore said and looked at me over his glasses.

�Now! There are several ancient laws which rule the concubine�s status and life. The concubine must be claimed by a wizard in order to become his slave. If a concubine is not claimed within six months from its sixteenth birthday, it becomes Ministry property and will be auctioned,� Dumbledore explained. �Usually, a concubine�s mother is also a concubine. I�ve never heard of a male concubine to sire a child with his female Master, but I know many male Masters who had impregnated female concubines. If the father of the concubine in question is also a concubine, then its mother�s Master has the right to choose a Master for that concubine. Does that make sense to you? Have I made myself clear?� Dumbledore asked.

I took in a deep breath, and I tried to put my thoughts in order.

�Let me see! Draco hasn�t been claimed yet. I� think. If Lucius won�t claim him within six months, he will become Ministry property.�

�Yes,� Severus agreed.

�But,� I continued, �Lucius has the right to choose a Master for Draco. I don�t get it. How is this helping us?�

�No,� Dumbledore said, looking at me with that twinkle in his eyes. �I said that the Master of that concubine�s mother has that right.�

�Erm...� I frowned confused. �I�m that concubine�s mother, and I don�t have a Master.�

�Because you are not a concubine,� Severus stated the obvious. �On the other hand, Lucius is considered one, because the bad blood comes from his side of the family. So, you are the concubine�s mother and your own Master. Meaning, you have the right to choose a Master for Draco.�

I forgot to breathe for a moment. �Do you really mean that?�

�Yes!� both men replied.

�Severus! Could you�� I began, but he stopped me right away.

�No. I am a Death Eater, and if you want Draco to be safe, you have to take him as far away from the Dark Lord as possible.�

I turned to Dumbledore, who shook his head and said, �The next thing I was trying to explain was that the claiming must follow a certain ritual to be valid, and at my age, really, Narcissa.�

I was confused again and, looking at my face, anybody could see that.

�Draco is a sex slave, so the claiming ritual is a sexual one,� Severus answered my unspoken question. �We have thought a great deal about that, both of us,� Severus continued, �and we have reached the conclusion that Draco�s best chance of having a peaceful life is to be claimed by a half-blood or a Muggle-born wizard.�

�But concubines are just for pure-blood wizards. I mean, I never heard about a half-blood wizard family to own a concubine,� I said, somewhat worried.

�Well, my dear,� Dumbledore commented, smiling at me, �usually the half-blood families have a Muggle in their structure, and said Muggle, in general, is against the idea of having slaves. But no law forbids a half-blood wizard from claiming a sex slave.�

�So, if we persuade a half-blood to take Draco as his sex slave, we can safely say that he will not be treated as bad as he would be in a pure-blood family,� Severus completed Dumbledore�s idea.

�His sex slave?� I asked. �Then you have someone in mind?�

�Yes. I�m not sure if you will agree with him, or if he will agree to have Draco as his slave, but if he does agree, even if you and Draco are not happy with the idea, we really do consider him the best choice,� Dumbledore said, looking at me intensely.

�Who is he?�

�Harry Potter,� Severus answered.

�But they are arch-enemies. They couldn�t see eye to eye during school,� I protested.

�Draco has changed, Narcissa, and Potter is sensible enough to forgive and forget when he realises what is going on. I don�t particularly like the brat, but I have to admit that he is not the kind of person who likes to torture others. Not even his arch-enemies,� Severus said, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

�But he�s underage,� I continued my protests. Why did I do that? Potter was the only wizard Voldemort was afraid of. What was wrong with me? �Right,� I said hastily. �I understand the reason you picked him, but how can we overcome the fact that he is underage?�

�Searching the restricted section, I came over a reference that caught my attention.� Severus took out a small book from his robe�s pocket. He opened it and read, ��From the moment a wizard claims a slave, he is responsible for that slave. The slave has no free will, so it will be considered that all his doings are his Master�s orders. If the wizard denies giving those orders, the slave will be punished. If the wizard admits giving those orders, the wizard will be held responsible. Taking in consideration the prior mentioned facts, if the Master is an underage wizard, that wizard will be emancipated so he can be responsible for the slave he claimed.� Usually, nobody holds the wizard responsible for anything his slave does, but it is in our interest to ask the Ministry for Potter�s emancipation.�

�You really have thought of everything, but� how can we be sure that Lucius, or one of his friends, hasn�t claimed him already?� I asked worried.

�I�m positive that none of his friends has claimed Draco, or he wouldn�t be at the Manor right now, don�t you think?� Severus replied. �And I�m sure they all believe Lucius is Draco�s Master.�

�On the other hand,� Dumbledore continued Severus�s idea, �a concubine can�t claim another concubine. It doesn�t matter that Draco developed more features than Lucius did. They share the same altered blood. As long as there is concubine blood, no matter how small the amount, the ritual�s magic recognises it, and the bond doesn�t occur.�

TBC Chapter 3 - Part 2 - comming soon.

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