Birthday gift

Summary: Non-Voldy. Malfoy's always get the perfect gift when they hit their 16th birthday. Lucius gets Draco a certain green-eyed beauty. DMHP

Disclaimer: I own nothing but ideas, I can't even claim the plot. It belongs to no one and has a life of its own.

A/N: This is un-betaed therefore I don't like it. If you would like to beta, e-mail me. This story could use the help. I know my chapters are short. I do try my best though.

Diary entries

"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

-Parcel tongue-

Excerpt from the diary of Draco Malfoy

It is my birthday and father is no were to be found. I am turning 16 today, and father promised me the perfect gift.

It is tradition for Malfoy's to get the perfect gift for their coming into power, our 16 birthday. Yet father has not given me this gift.

I hope it is worth my wait. Father should have learned by now not to keep me waiting. I get angry.

Wait, I hear the floo, it had better be father…


Lucius was getting annoyed. He was standing among the slave cages and had yet to find the perfect slave.

"This one is a fair specimen, see how her hair glistens as the sun hits it?" On and on the slave trader droned, but still the perfect one could not be found.

Finally Lucius snapped "I told you already, I am looking for a male! Not any male, but a dark haired one. I am not looking for a blond haired female!"

"But sir, she is the perfect specimen…."

Lucius snapped. Grabbing his wand he had the man pinned to the wall, the point of the wand at the man's throat. "I. Do. Not. Care. She is not what I want. Is that clear." Lucius punctuated each word with a jab in the man's throat.

"Yes sir." The man said gulping. "Right this way"

He led Lucius to a tent; in the tent were four cages. They all had dark haired men, two were free of any bindings, one had just handcuffs, and the last was shackled to the wall. While the others were mostly unmarred his body was covered in marks, both new and old.

The slaver saw Lucius looking at the young scared man. "He is our most troublesome slave. He was sold to us by his family."

As he was talking the slave began to wake. He cracked open his emerald eyes. "Freak" the slaver called to the young slave.

Curious Lucius looked at the slave. Enthralled by the slave's captivating eyes he asked "How much?"

"Ya don't want this slave, he is rebellious. He knows nothing."

"How much?" Lucius asked again. Glaring at the man who would dare defy a Malfoy. Who cares that he was in the muggle world?

"$1,000" ((So they are in America, not my fault I can't work in pounds))

Lucius counted the money and gave it to the 'man'. The slaver reached into his pocket and grabbed out a set of keys. Unlocking the door he went into the cell. He unlocked the shackles from the young man's wrists, watching in disdain as the youth crumpled to the ground with a soundless scream.

Lucius heart almost ached at the site. The youth looked no older than his own son, and he had been sold into slavery by his family. A family that should have loved him.

The slaver dragged the youth out of the cage, careful to aggravate the obvious wounds, wounds that you could see through his pitiful excuse for a shirt. He dropped him on the ground. "You be buying a freak. Freaky things happen around this lad I tell ya. I would lock him up if I were ya. The freakyness is what caused his family to get rid of him. That's what they said at least."

'So this lad is probably a wizard. That will change how we treat him.' Lucius thought.

"What is his name?"

The man yanked at the lad's collar. "Harry Potter."