Chapter One
"May I speak with Mr. Malfoy?" asked a man dressed in a dark Marks and Wizard suit.
"In what matter?" came the house elf's reply.
"Court summons."
"I will see if he is at home." She went to the library, leaving the man in the hall. She knocked on the door and entered.
"Sir."
"Not now, Reyni, I am on line with Japan." Came a harsh reply.
"I am sorry, sir, but."
"Not, now!"
"Very well, sir, but it is court summons." She turned to leave the room.
"What?" the voice stopped her.
"There is a man with court summons for you, sir."
Draco Malfoy's face paled.
"Get me Vincent here, Reyni," he said, and when she dropped some powder into the fire place and Vincent's head appeared: "Vincent, I am about to be served with a summons." He listened for a while to what his lawyer had to say and then said: "Okay, I want to see you here in half an hour." In the hall, Draco accepted the summons and read it. Through clenched teeth, he said:
"Is my daughter at home?"
"No, she is at school." Replied Reyni.
"Yes, like I'm on Mars." Muttered he and then said aloud: "When Crabbe comes, send him to my study."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, and when Anne Marie returns, tell her nothing about the summons."
"Yes, sir."
Malfoy sat in his study. The Japanese contract was no longer on his mind. He returned in his thoughts to the year 2003. He had just finished University and turned twenty-two, when his Aunt from Boston, Massachusetts, invited him to stay with her. She said, he should see the New Continent. Her huge house at Beacon Hill vividly stood in front of his eyes, even now. The chief part of his stay there, was spent on social gatherings. It didn't take long for him to realise that his Aunt wanted him to marry a certain Miss Desiree - Anne Calloway, a daughter of her best friend, Catherine Marie Cabot-Calloway. He even liked Desiree. She was nice and. he always had difficulties trying to find another adjective to describe her. She went to Vaswizard and it was her first season out. His Aunt constantly talked about how prosperous such a marriage could be, how great Desiree was and how happy everyone would be. Of course, she never did it explicitly, but she hinted it at least two, three times a day. That was enough to make a twenty-two-year-old believe that Desiree was the Miss Right. Life was so different then. There was the magical and muggle worlds and there was still the shadow of the Dark Lord hovering (Draco couldn't thank Merlin enough that he's not been made a Death Eater. This way he could live a normal life). Now, it was a whole different story. Both worlds were quite integrated, many wizards lived in the muggle world and business was going well between the muggles and wizards.
Draco's wedding ceremony was splendid and the newlyweds sailed off to Barbados. From the very first day of their marriage, Draco knew, it wouldn't last. He didn't love his bride and as her prime objective was just to marry and not to be outdone by her friends, she didn't care either, as long as the husband had money and position. Draco Malfoy was in possession of both. He could trace his family's history back to 1066, and the grounds of his family home, Malfoy Mannor, in Derbyshire, England were just minor positions on the list of his fortune. Desiree - Anne Calloway - Malfoy reached her goal in life at the age of eighteen and a half and that was fine with her. She got pregnant during their honeymoon (later she wouldn't get a chance) and nine months later gave birth to a baby girl, baptised as Anne Marie Malfoy. Years went by and the Malfoys had less and less in common. One fine day, Desiree - Anne Callway - Malfoy left the Malfoy Mansion at Holland Place and never came back. Apparently, she decided that what satisfied her at the age of twenty, no longer satisfied her when she was twenty-five and she gave up. The divorce procedures were conducted by post three years later, and Malfoy was granted custody of his daughter.
His reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door and Vincent Crabbe came in. He was a distant cousin of Malfoy, his lawyer, and closest friend. Crabbe was the only person whom Malfoy trusted. He was Malfoy's age, tall, much thinner than he was when he was fifteen, he could even be described as handsome and definitely young-looking. His face always wore a broad smile with a pinch of mockery. With such a smile he greeted Draco:
"What did you get yourself in, Malfoy?"
"Read it." Came the reply
Crabbe took the paper out of Malfoy's hands and read it.
"Don't despair. At most you'll get seven days and a thousand galleons fine." Joked Vincent.
"Don't even joke about it. When I'll get my hands on my daughter she'll be sorry." Burst Malfoy
"Calm down or they'll get you for child abuse as well." Laughed Crabbe. "It's not that bad. If we get a good judge, you'll come out crystal clear."
"And if not?" asked Malfoy suspiciously.
"You'll be fined at most. You're a good citizen. You pay your taxes, you don't have criminal record, and your kid gave herself a bit more holiday. It will be fine."
"Yes and I can see the headlines: WELL-KNOWN BUSINESSMAN DRACO M. ON TRAIL; HIS DAUGHTER GAVE HERSELF A BIT MORE HOLIDAY."
At that moment Anne Marie Malfoy ran into her father's study:
"Hi dad, I need some money. Michelle and I are going to High Street Ken to do some shopping."
At that moment she noticed Vincent Crabbe and then her father's steel-like eyes.
"Something happened?" asked she innocently.
"Sit down." Malfoy's voice was sharp. He rang the bell and Reyni appeared in the door. "Please, tell my daughter's friend that my daughter cannot go shopping with her."
"Dad, stop." began Anne Marie.
"Silence!" bellowed Malfoy in such a way that even Vincent Crabbe closed his opening mouth.
Anne Marie knew exactly what had happened. Somehow her father learnt that she skipped her classes. She was praying he didn't know what she was really doing.
"I believe you know what this is all about?" asked Malfoy in a cold voice.
The girl nodded.
"What do you have to say in your defence?"
She was silent.
"Can you tell me why you were skipping classes?"
She was silent.
"Answer me, when I'm asking!"
"I don't know."
"That's a truly intelligent answer, don't you think Vincent? It's worth the five thousand a year that I pay for her school, isn't it?" said Malfoy ironically.
"You don't have to pay." Replied the girl.
"Silence. You may answer when asked."
"I will never tolerate to be shouted at." Said she getting up.
"Then your situation is pitiful because this is what will happen right now. Your careless, insipid behaviour will not be tolerated. You are banned from outings, TV and Internet from today on. You will use magic only for educational reasons. You will be taken to and from school and you will spend at least three hours a day reading serious books. You will be helping Reyni with housekeeping, of course if they won't jail you first."
"Jail?" said Anne Marie, for the first time looking rather scared.
"Yes, jail. If I am threatened with jail for your skipping classes, then so are you."
"You? With jail for my."
"Yes, miss. If you read papers instead of watching those moronic series, you would know that parents can get jailed for their children 'giving themselves a bit more vacations' as Vincent put it." His voice was calm again but there was something sharp in it. The girl looked truly scared.
"What do you have to say, now, miss?" he said stiffly.
"I am sorry, daddy. It won't happen again."
"Oh, I'll make sure, it won't happen again. Rest assured! Now, I want to know, what you were doing when you were on your little vacation?"
The girl was silent.
"I will know either way, but it would be better for you if you told me. You do remember that I have Veritaserum stocked in my desk. So?"
Anne Marie looked a little unsure.
"Will you be mad?" she asked
"Don't play with me child or I will lose my patience." He blurred.
"I was selling."
"Selling? What?" vivid picture of schoolgirls pornography in Japan appeared in Malfoy's mind. He was sure he read that it was not being introduced in England.
"Pictures." Said the girl
"What pictures?" replied her father, thinking: I'm going to get the man who did it to her.
"You see. I found this web site." She is involved in children pornography over the Internet - was Malfoy's first thought. ".and Rachel."
"Who is Rachel?" demanded her father.
"A girl from the States. She is mad about the Colonel."
"Who is the Colonel?"
"Oh, he is great, we all love him."
"What is he doing to you?"
"Nothing, I don't understand. Anyway, she has all sorts of pictures of him and I."
"What pictures?"
"Normal, anyway I printed them out. This new printer you got me is great and I have this photo program from Jake."
"Jake, who is Jake?"
"Jake, our next door neighbour. And I was selling those pictures."
"You were selling them! Vince, can she be jailed for pornography?"
"Pornography, daddy?. Oh, my, you thought?. I'm rolling on the floor laughing out loud!"
"What?" exclaimed Malfoy, totally confused.
"Dad, it's a literature site about books by a muggle author Jane Austen. We all love Colonel Fitzwilliam. He is great. And the actor who played him in the film for the last century: Anthony Calf. Those were his pictures from the film. I know it was illegal. You know property rights and so on but. Wait till I tell the girls." She couldn't stop laughing.
"You will tell nothing because you are banned from the Internet and outings. Is that clear, young lady? And now, go to your room."
Anne Marie walked out and both men could hear her bursting out laughing on the staircase.
"May I speak with Mr. Malfoy?" asked a man dressed in a dark Marks and Wizard suit.
"In what matter?" came the house elf's reply.
"Court summons."
"I will see if he is at home." She went to the library, leaving the man in the hall. She knocked on the door and entered.
"Sir."
"Not now, Reyni, I am on line with Japan." Came a harsh reply.
"I am sorry, sir, but."
"Not, now!"
"Very well, sir, but it is court summons." She turned to leave the room.
"What?" the voice stopped her.
"There is a man with court summons for you, sir."
Draco Malfoy's face paled.
"Get me Vincent here, Reyni," he said, and when she dropped some powder into the fire place and Vincent's head appeared: "Vincent, I am about to be served with a summons." He listened for a while to what his lawyer had to say and then said: "Okay, I want to see you here in half an hour." In the hall, Draco accepted the summons and read it. Through clenched teeth, he said:
"Is my daughter at home?"
"No, she is at school." Replied Reyni.
"Yes, like I'm on Mars." Muttered he and then said aloud: "When Crabbe comes, send him to my study."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, and when Anne Marie returns, tell her nothing about the summons."
"Yes, sir."
Malfoy sat in his study. The Japanese contract was no longer on his mind. He returned in his thoughts to the year 2003. He had just finished University and turned twenty-two, when his Aunt from Boston, Massachusetts, invited him to stay with her. She said, he should see the New Continent. Her huge house at Beacon Hill vividly stood in front of his eyes, even now. The chief part of his stay there, was spent on social gatherings. It didn't take long for him to realise that his Aunt wanted him to marry a certain Miss Desiree - Anne Calloway, a daughter of her best friend, Catherine Marie Cabot-Calloway. He even liked Desiree. She was nice and. he always had difficulties trying to find another adjective to describe her. She went to Vaswizard and it was her first season out. His Aunt constantly talked about how prosperous such a marriage could be, how great Desiree was and how happy everyone would be. Of course, she never did it explicitly, but she hinted it at least two, three times a day. That was enough to make a twenty-two-year-old believe that Desiree was the Miss Right. Life was so different then. There was the magical and muggle worlds and there was still the shadow of the Dark Lord hovering (Draco couldn't thank Merlin enough that he's not been made a Death Eater. This way he could live a normal life). Now, it was a whole different story. Both worlds were quite integrated, many wizards lived in the muggle world and business was going well between the muggles and wizards.
Draco's wedding ceremony was splendid and the newlyweds sailed off to Barbados. From the very first day of their marriage, Draco knew, it wouldn't last. He didn't love his bride and as her prime objective was just to marry and not to be outdone by her friends, she didn't care either, as long as the husband had money and position. Draco Malfoy was in possession of both. He could trace his family's history back to 1066, and the grounds of his family home, Malfoy Mannor, in Derbyshire, England were just minor positions on the list of his fortune. Desiree - Anne Calloway - Malfoy reached her goal in life at the age of eighteen and a half and that was fine with her. She got pregnant during their honeymoon (later she wouldn't get a chance) and nine months later gave birth to a baby girl, baptised as Anne Marie Malfoy. Years went by and the Malfoys had less and less in common. One fine day, Desiree - Anne Callway - Malfoy left the Malfoy Mansion at Holland Place and never came back. Apparently, she decided that what satisfied her at the age of twenty, no longer satisfied her when she was twenty-five and she gave up. The divorce procedures were conducted by post three years later, and Malfoy was granted custody of his daughter.
His reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door and Vincent Crabbe came in. He was a distant cousin of Malfoy, his lawyer, and closest friend. Crabbe was the only person whom Malfoy trusted. He was Malfoy's age, tall, much thinner than he was when he was fifteen, he could even be described as handsome and definitely young-looking. His face always wore a broad smile with a pinch of mockery. With such a smile he greeted Draco:
"What did you get yourself in, Malfoy?"
"Read it." Came the reply
Crabbe took the paper out of Malfoy's hands and read it.
"Don't despair. At most you'll get seven days and a thousand galleons fine." Joked Vincent.
"Don't even joke about it. When I'll get my hands on my daughter she'll be sorry." Burst Malfoy
"Calm down or they'll get you for child abuse as well." Laughed Crabbe. "It's not that bad. If we get a good judge, you'll come out crystal clear."
"And if not?" asked Malfoy suspiciously.
"You'll be fined at most. You're a good citizen. You pay your taxes, you don't have criminal record, and your kid gave herself a bit more holiday. It will be fine."
"Yes and I can see the headlines: WELL-KNOWN BUSINESSMAN DRACO M. ON TRAIL; HIS DAUGHTER GAVE HERSELF A BIT MORE HOLIDAY."
At that moment Anne Marie Malfoy ran into her father's study:
"Hi dad, I need some money. Michelle and I are going to High Street Ken to do some shopping."
At that moment she noticed Vincent Crabbe and then her father's steel-like eyes.
"Something happened?" asked she innocently.
"Sit down." Malfoy's voice was sharp. He rang the bell and Reyni appeared in the door. "Please, tell my daughter's friend that my daughter cannot go shopping with her."
"Dad, stop." began Anne Marie.
"Silence!" bellowed Malfoy in such a way that even Vincent Crabbe closed his opening mouth.
Anne Marie knew exactly what had happened. Somehow her father learnt that she skipped her classes. She was praying he didn't know what she was really doing.
"I believe you know what this is all about?" asked Malfoy in a cold voice.
The girl nodded.
"What do you have to say in your defence?"
She was silent.
"Can you tell me why you were skipping classes?"
She was silent.
"Answer me, when I'm asking!"
"I don't know."
"That's a truly intelligent answer, don't you think Vincent? It's worth the five thousand a year that I pay for her school, isn't it?" said Malfoy ironically.
"You don't have to pay." Replied the girl.
"Silence. You may answer when asked."
"I will never tolerate to be shouted at." Said she getting up.
"Then your situation is pitiful because this is what will happen right now. Your careless, insipid behaviour will not be tolerated. You are banned from outings, TV and Internet from today on. You will use magic only for educational reasons. You will be taken to and from school and you will spend at least three hours a day reading serious books. You will be helping Reyni with housekeeping, of course if they won't jail you first."
"Jail?" said Anne Marie, for the first time looking rather scared.
"Yes, jail. If I am threatened with jail for your skipping classes, then so are you."
"You? With jail for my."
"Yes, miss. If you read papers instead of watching those moronic series, you would know that parents can get jailed for their children 'giving themselves a bit more vacations' as Vincent put it." His voice was calm again but there was something sharp in it. The girl looked truly scared.
"What do you have to say, now, miss?" he said stiffly.
"I am sorry, daddy. It won't happen again."
"Oh, I'll make sure, it won't happen again. Rest assured! Now, I want to know, what you were doing when you were on your little vacation?"
The girl was silent.
"I will know either way, but it would be better for you if you told me. You do remember that I have Veritaserum stocked in my desk. So?"
Anne Marie looked a little unsure.
"Will you be mad?" she asked
"Don't play with me child or I will lose my patience." He blurred.
"I was selling."
"Selling? What?" vivid picture of schoolgirls pornography in Japan appeared in Malfoy's mind. He was sure he read that it was not being introduced in England.
"Pictures." Said the girl
"What pictures?" replied her father, thinking: I'm going to get the man who did it to her.
"You see. I found this web site." She is involved in children pornography over the Internet - was Malfoy's first thought. ".and Rachel."
"Who is Rachel?" demanded her father.
"A girl from the States. She is mad about the Colonel."
"Who is the Colonel?"
"Oh, he is great, we all love him."
"What is he doing to you?"
"Nothing, I don't understand. Anyway, she has all sorts of pictures of him and I."
"What pictures?"
"Normal, anyway I printed them out. This new printer you got me is great and I have this photo program from Jake."
"Jake, who is Jake?"
"Jake, our next door neighbour. And I was selling those pictures."
"You were selling them! Vince, can she be jailed for pornography?"
"Pornography, daddy?. Oh, my, you thought?. I'm rolling on the floor laughing out loud!"
"What?" exclaimed Malfoy, totally confused.
"Dad, it's a literature site about books by a muggle author Jane Austen. We all love Colonel Fitzwilliam. He is great. And the actor who played him in the film for the last century: Anthony Calf. Those were his pictures from the film. I know it was illegal. You know property rights and so on but. Wait till I tell the girls." She couldn't stop laughing.
"You will tell nothing because you are banned from the Internet and outings. Is that clear, young lady? And now, go to your room."
Anne Marie walked out and both men could hear her bursting out laughing on the staircase.