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"Where is that silly boy!" Blaise mumbled for the seventh time that afternoon. He had been searching high and low for the weigh ward prince and was just about at his wits end with him.

Turning he pushed open the doors to the final room in the Prince's chambers. "Oh thank heavens!" He yelled finally laying eyes on his prince.

Prince Draco Urian Malfoy lay quietly on the plush green carpet that covered the floor in front of the rooms fire. "Quiet Blaise." He whispered his eyes once more transfixed on the fire that danced before him. He twirled a set of Chinese exercise balls in his hand reveling in the light tinkling sound it gave off as they spun in his hand.

"Listen Blaise. They're singing with the fire." Draco turned his had towards his adviser and friend.

Blaise was shaking his head. "No offense Prince Draco but as much as you love the sound that your imported music makers make when their sound is mixed with your fire, I have no interest with them and I know for fact that neither will your father and mother." Blaise looked across the once empty room at the large bed that seemed to appear there over night. "Prince Draco, why is your bed in here?"

Draco smiled and sat up, dropping his 'imported music makers' onto the carpet. "I like this room better then the other one. So I moved my bed into here."

Blaise raised an eyebrow, shook his head again, and changed the subject. "Master Draco, I have been looking high and low for you all day! The Queen, your mother, is very cross with you." Blaise walked into the room and lay the clothes he had been holding onto the bed. "You are late, once again may I remind you, for one of your suitor balls."

Draco groaned. "Why must I go? Haven't I not seen every eligible lady in this and every other god forsaken kingdom? Does she never tire? She has been doing this for a year!" Draco rubbed his face. "Doesn't she understand that no matter how hard she try's to find me a wife I shalt never take one!"

It was Blaise's time to groan now. "Prince..." He started warningly. "You are to be king! You have to take a wife, you need a queen and an heir! I know your dislike for the fairer sex, but you need not love the woman you marry. Just have her to bare you an heir, then you can go on with your odd dislike of women."

Draco frowned. "Well I will go, but I can tell you now that I will not marry one of those harpies."

"Yes Prince Draco, now get your skinny little bottom over here and put on these robes."

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"Harry Potter!" Alaster Moody yelled across the large training grounds. Moody was an odd man with not much going for him in the way of looks, but there wasn't a man alive that could best him in a sword match.

Green eyes snapped open, and Harry dropped from the tree he had been hanging from. Landing on the soft grass felt wonderful on his scrapped knees. Standing he looked over the field for his commanding officer. It wasn't all that uncommon for Moody to be calling on Harry, Harry was a bit of a trouble maker and like to do things his own way, always.

Though he seemed to never respect the orders of his superiors he was still at the top of his game. He was just a little to powerful to only be 16.

"POTTER!" Moody yelled louder angry that the boy hadn't replied the first time he had been called.

"Don't you go getten your knickers in a twist." Harry answered from behind him. "I'm here."

Alaster turned eyes blazing with fire. "You are to answer when first I call you, and you will reply respectfully with 'yes sir!" He bellowed causing a couple of the younger solders to jump.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes sir."

Moody's eyes narrowed but knowing that that was the best he could get out of the Gryffindor. He clapped he hands behind he back and turned away from Harry. "You are being taken out of Gryffindor sector." Moody let a little smile pass on to his face.

"What? Where are they moving me?" Harry asked. He was quite happy being in Gryffindor sector, he was a top fighter and couldn't wait to go into battle when needed.

Moody let a little chuckle out. "You are being transferred to the Auror unit at the castle."

Harry's mouth dropped open. "No I'm not! I will not be made a guard!"

Moody smiled and turned around to face the dark haired boy in front of him. "I'm sorry to say that you have no choice in the matter, Fudge made sure of that."

"I will not be some common guard! I am the best fighter in this damn sector! You can't afford to get rid of me." Harry yelled venomously.

"Ah, but that's where your wrong young Mr. Potter. You see we aren't at war, and as it is we don't need you." Moody started to walk off the field. "You will report to Fudges office at five, then you are to clean out your bunk. You will be leaving for Hogsmead tonight."

Harry clenched his fists and turned to gather up his stuff.

"Oh and Harry?" He ugly man yelled over his shoulder. "We'll miss you."

Harry's eye twitched as the sound of Moody's laughter became fainter and far off.

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