Draco knelt, transfixed with fear as Harry Potter walked up to him. He kept his face cold, though, careful not to show emotion. As Harry arrived, he bowed his head. Saw the silver glint, the rubies nearly glowing. Harry raised his sword, the sword of Gryffindor, and brought it down upon each of Draco's shoulders. Draco arose as Harry spoke.
'Draco, you knelt a Death Eater. Now you arise as Sir Draci.'
'Draci? Is that honestly the name you picked for me, sire?'
'Well, as you can certainly tell, I am holding a sword. You would do best to address me as 'My liege' and not question my namings. Now, come back here and you'll receive a weapon.' Harry led Sir Draci over to a cabinet in the back of the great, circular room and opened it. Looked at the wide array of weapons for a long time. He finally stopped searching, and brought down a flail, handed it to Sir Draci.
'Wasn't this…the flail of Dobby the Great? I am honoured, my liege.'
'As you should be. Dobby was a great warrior; it's too bad he hit himself with this flail too many times. He would have been ferocious on the battlefield, which was actually demonstrated at the Battle of Ottery St. Catchpole…what a sad morning that was…but now, Sir Draci! We go to the fields of Kent to reclaim the Castle of the Caretaker!'
'But, that is the most powerful enemy castle standing! They even have…dare I say it…cats!' Sir Draci shuddered, though his face remained blank.
'Come on, man! You've got to be fearless! Get over your fear! You can kill the cats!' Sir Draci began to breathe heavily.
'Okay, then, I think I'm ready.'
'Very well. I shall alert Sir Ronaldo and Lady Hermy to our attack. Tomorrow morning sounds good, right? Then once they are told, I shall also get Sires Nelf and Vick!
'I shall see you tomorrow, my liege.' And Sir Draci left after a quick bow. Harry remained and began reviewing plans to assault the castle. A mouse to distract the vicious cats of the castle. A mouse…where could they find one? Harry sat there for several minutes, thinking. Then, he jumped up, scaring his noble Hawking Hawk, the magnificent Herdwing. She flew out the window, leaving Harry, who promptly ran out of the room, jumped on his thestral, and began to fly.
After an hour of hard flying, Harry's thestral landed in front of the door to the castle of the noble Lady Muggly. He went up and knocked on the great doors. A servant answered.
'Hello, noble King Harry, I am afraid that my Lady is sleeping as of now. Is it urgent enough that she be woken up?'
'Yes, this is terribly sorry.' The servant began leading him up the stairs silently, and after a few minutes of walking, they arrived at an ornately carved golden door. The servant opened it, and Harry saw Lady Muggly sleeping. The servant shook her, and when she finally woke up, she looked angry.
'What did I say about waking me up in the middle of the night like this?! Only for extremely urgent thi-' At this point, she noticed Harry standing there, and she instantly got up, all anger gone.
'My king! What brings you here so late?'
'Well, we are assaulting the Castle of the Caretaker tomorrow, and…what? Why are you looking at me like that?' Lady Muggly was looking at him angrily. Very angrily.
'You know very well that you can't assault that castle yet! Just think! All those…cats!' Harry sighed wearily.
'Yes, that is why I came here. I figured the best way would be to distract the cats, that's why I need Miley the Mouse.' Lady Muggly just looked dumbfounded at this.
'But…but some nice Muggles wanted them for…err…genectlic experimentals? Something along those lines. But you can't go! I'll bind you!'
'Lady Muggly, you are a powerful witch, but I am afraid that you are no match for me. Miley the Mouse is the only thing which will help us take Kent back! Think of it! The Dark Lord Minor Filch, gone! Then we can begin focusing on the bigger Dark Lords, like Hagrid the Cruel, or Seamus the Unjust!'
'But if you need so much help with the Caretaker, then how will you take down those larger Dark Lords?
'We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now, please give me Miley the Mouse. I hate to play this card-well, actually I love it-but I am the king. Give me the Mouse.' Lady Muggly gave out a short cry and began crawling under her bed. Harry watched absentmindedly as she withdrew, holding a large snare filled with a Muggle delicacy known as the butter of peanuts. Harry had tried it once; he wasn't a big fan. Lady Muggly loved her Muggle delicacies, though. Within the snare was Miley the Mouse. Lady Muggly held her up, releasing her from the snare and handing her to Sir Harry.
'Thank you my lady, though I must be off.' And with a bow and a flourish, he left the castle, riding his thestral towards the castle of Sir Ronaldo and Lady Hermy.
