Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Harry Potter. It all goes to it's respective owners.

Introduction: It's six months after the war and most of the Death Eaters have been captured. Unable to decide a suitable punishment for Voldemort's followers the Ministry have decided that the Death Eaters must learn from their mistakes. The public agrees and so begins the Death Eater Retribution of crimes against humanity. When this occurs Harry realizes this he is desperate to save both of the Malfoys because of a debt he owes Lucius. While begging Hermione to also help, they both go and collect the last two Malfoys before someone else does. The prices are high and it's going to be a sweat-breaking auction off, that's for sure.

Warning: Will include strong language, violence, and sexual scenes. I will warn the reader (YOU) when the sexual scenes happen so you may skip if want to.

There is a slight change to the story. Instead of Naricssa coming to check on Harry for Voldemort in the forest it was Lucius. Naricssa was killed by Voldemort when everyone escaped Malfoy Manner as a punishment to the Malfoys, and mostly Bellatrix, for disobedience.


Chapter VIII: Rules

Harry's long strides took him down the the side of the audience and up the stairs to the stage. His green eyes steadily watching Lucius while gauging Jonathan's reaction. The older man paused and stared at Harry. His bright blue eyes shimmered with power and knowledge as glistening green slowly judge him. His hair was perfectly parted on the side and fell into soft waves of dark chocolate that framed his beautifully sculpted face. If Harry wasn't so wary of him he would definitely find this man to be a work from the Gods.

"So, The-Boy-Who-Lived has graced us with his presence tonight?" Jonathan remarked with a haughty smirk, his breath smelling oddly like apples and rain. "What are you hoping to achieve tonight, Darling?"

Ignoring the insulting pet name, Harry only leveled him with a bored stare. "Only justice, Mr. Fiddle." Jonathan blinked before giving Harry a toothy smile.

"Indeed." He all but purred.

Harry suppressed a shiver and leveled Lucius with a hard stare, giving their audience a display of loathing, he just hoped they bought it. "Let's just get this done with." Jonathan nodded and pulled out his wand and Harry mimicked him. Jonathan grabbed Lucius' wrists and summoned the familiar bands before locking them tightly. The bands looked hideous against the older man's frail skin.

"Now I need you to recite the spell with me, Mr. Potter." They both lifted their wands, preparing to pour their magic into the bindings. "Dominus ad-servum," Harry's magic, he realized, nearly jumped to life as the words were spoken out loud. "Ligaveris magicae!" Instead of a thin stream of red like Percy's magic had done, a strong whip of a bright green shot out and instantly went for the bound wrists. Harry felt his magic latch onto the older man's magic like sharp hooks, refusing to let go.

Jonathan smirk besides Harry and waved his wand. Harry's magic shifted until it took form of heavy rope and tightly latched on to the bands and began to melt. Lucius had remained stoic up until then and hissed, his teeth grinding together and his eyes tightly closed. Just as quickly it started it ended. Harry sighed, feeling whatever was left of his magic retreat back into his soul. Lucius sucked in a deep breath and lowered his head.

Jonathan spun around with his arms in the air. "And there you have it wizards and witches! Our first bond!" He turned back to Harry and only grinned at Harry's glare. "My little friends over there will escort you and...your new pet to a private room to discuss the finer details of the bond and the rules." Green eyes glanced over to see two large aurors standing by a door on the other side of the stage wearing steady frowns.

Harry, without another word and ignoring the curious stares from the audience, grabbed Lucius' upper arm and yanked him forward. He glanced to the very back of the audience and hoped that Hermione and Shacklebolt would be able to keep up with appearances. The two men opened the door and the one to Harry's right gave instructions. "Head straight and enter the door that has his name on it. You are to wait there until someone joins you. You'll finish then."

Harry gave them both a curt nod and half dragged Lucius behind himself. When the door closed behind them Harry paused and listened for any other signs of life that may be watching them. When Harry was sure they were alone he waved his wand over Lucius to see how hurt he was. There was some bruising to his ribs and a small concussion to the side of his head. He had a good guess where he got those injuries but didn't bother with it at the moment and kept walking to find the room.

A few minutes later Harry found a door that had "Malfoy" marked in large letters. Harry went inside first and moved Lucius over to a seat before sitting down himself. The room had three chairs, a desk and a picture of Shacklebolt and Harry a week after the final battle. The picture was taken for public purposes, Harry hadn't seen it since then. After a moment of peace Lucius lifts his head to Harry. "What is it?" The younger man asks. Lucius had been rubbing at his wrists ever since they entered the room and it began to worry Harry. "Stop that." He spoke lightly but jumped when Lucius suddenly yelped.

Green eyes grew wide. Lucius only chuckled. "So that's what happens if I ignore you."

Harry bit hip lip. "Sorry about that."

Lucius shook his head. "It's fine, we weren't expecting that." He swallowed before sighing. "What is the plan?"

Harry crossed his legs and relaxed. "After we are done here Hermione and Shacklebolt is going to meet us back at my house with Draco-"

"My son? How?" Harry blinked at the older man, ignoring that he was rudely interrupted.

"Like I said before, Hermione is going to help me."

Lucius's eyes widened. "My son was not part of the group that was chosen."

Harry sat straighter, his hands gripping the chair tightly. "Are you positive?"

"Yes, I saw the other four that were chosen. My son was left behind." Harry growled and threw himself back into his seat.

"Fuck, that's not good." Lucius finally released his chaffed wrists and leaned on his knees.

"How so? I understand you wish to save us as soon as you can..."

Harry shook his head and rubbed at his scar. "It's not just that. I received a note from Shacklebolt a few days before, he was informed that Draco would be up for bid today and told me." At Lucius' blank stare Harry further explained, "If someone purposely gave Shacklebolt wrong information then they know something is up."

That caught the older man's attention. "You think someone is onto you?"

Harry nodded. "It's a possibility. If Draco isn't here then Hermione and Shacklebolt have no reason else to be here." Harry summoned his Patronus and sent it for Shacklebolt with a message. "Shacklebolt, Hermione. I was just informed that we were given false information. The dragon is not in the show. Check on it to make sure that the dragon is not sick." With a final wave the white stag was on it's way.

"A hidden message?"

"Yes, Hermione should be able to catch it."

They sat silently for another long moment before the door finally opened and the tall, hansom figure walked in.


Hermione leaned back into her seat and frowned. Two more Death Eaters went by and still they didn't see Draco Malfoy. Shacklebolt scratched his head and noticed a small wisp of white heading his way. "That's Harry's Patronus." Shacklebolt acknowledged.

Hermione jumped up as softly spoken words came out, "Shacklebolt, Hermione. I was just informed that we were given false information. The dragon is not in the show. Check on it to make sure that the dragon is not sick." Then the stag dissipated without a second thought. Hermione was shocked that nobody paid any mind to the ivory Patronus that just flew into the room but was grateful none the less.

She turned to the older man with a frown. "If he isn't here then that means we were tricked, right?"

Shacklebolt was gnawing on his bottom lip. "It's a...possibility." He glanced up at the auction before quietly getting up. "Let's go and check out that dragon, I would hate for it to get sick." Hermione nodded and followed the man out quietly. Nobody in the audience paid any mind to the two except a pair of sharp eyes that narrowed and thin pink lips that stretched painfully into a cruel grin.

Since everyone was busy with the show Shacklebolt and Hermione had no problem with sneaking into the dark room, the Death Eater's room. Hermione slipped into the room after Shacklebolt decided to stand guard and quickly made her way to the far corner where she knew Draco should be. Without the invisibility cloak Hermione had to be careful and not let any wandering eyes catch her. Minutes later and she found herself staring at a fearful young man.

"Draco?" His pale face snap up at Hermione.

"Gra-Hermione, what are you doing here? They should be having the auction now!" He whispered harshly.

Hermione smiled warmly. "There is. Harry has already taken care of it, don't worry." Draco released a breath and leaned against the cage. "Draco, we were told that you were put up for auction today, instead of your father," his eyebrows rose to his hair line. "Did anybody change their mind or have you seen somebody strange lately?"

The skinny boy rubbed his temple with his eyes closed. "No, when they came to collect us the big aurors went straight for father. They didn't even spare me a glance." His eyes shot open and instantly harden. "Although...there was a man that came by a few days ago. It was too dark to see his face clearly but he was tall and looked important." Draco stopped and leaned closer to Hermione. "Something is off about that man. Even though it was dark I could still feel his hard gaze on me, like he was trying to end my existence with his stare alone. I know I should expect that since I am a Death Eater but this was far different. As if I was the sole reason the world is in hell."

Hermione frowned and rubbed her chin. After a long moment she pulled out her wand and casted a heating charm. "I tell Shacklebolt and Harry about this, for now and until we know for sure that you'll be up I'm going to warm up the cage for you." The pure relief on his face made Hermione cringe. She was going to save this boy, she had to.

She turned to leave to only be stopped again. "Wait, one more thing." Hermione paused and turned her head back to him. "Tell Father that I'm fine."

She smiled. "Of course."


"Bill? What are you doing here?" Harry stared at the eldest Weasley with his jaw dropping to the ground. Bill had walked in swiftly before taking a seat at the desk and pulled out a folder with a thin stack of papers.

"I'm here to iron out the details of the bond." His bright, blue eyes narrowed at the only blond in the room. "Good evening Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius lowered his head. "Good evening Mr. Weasley."

Harry frowned. "Bill, the only reason Lucius and I are here right now is because I'm trying to help him." That caught the Weasley's attention. "I won't explain the whole story but you have to trust me on this." Blue clashed against green and stayed that way for a tense second before Bill sighed and lowered his eyes to a stack of papers in his hands.

"Alright Harry, I'm trusting your judgement." Bill pulled out a quill and inkwell before riffling through the papers. "Let's get this over with," he placed a long page that was filled from top to bottom with ink. "This is the basic and more refined rule on what you can and cannot do with your slave," he stopped to give a sheet over to Lucius, "And the same goes for you. I'll give you a minute to carefully go through it all."

Harry only needed to glace through it since he had already read most of the rules when Shacklebolt first addressed the new law weeks ago to Harry. Lucius, being a man of experience of law and rules took his time with going over every rule. When they returned the pages Lucius asked, "How will I inform the Ministry if I am being mistreated? It isn't explained fully here."

The youngest man fought against the urge to feel insulted by the question and played it off as the man being overly cautious. Bill pointed to the cuffs as he answered. "It's actually in the magic. A tracker is placed, thanks of Mr. Fiddle. The same magical signature that sends a warning to your master that you are in danger will be sent to a department in the Ministry. The signal only reads intense fear or pain so it won't be easily triggered. From there they will send Aurrors within the first hour to visit you personally. Yes, they are obligated to actually help you without old feelings getting in the way. From there they will determine if you need help or not." Lucius looked like he was content and loosened up. "Now for the basic rules. Harry, how much are you trusting of him."

Without missing a beast Harry responded, "A lot more than I would with most people." It surprised the other two but Harry continued. "I want to give Lucius as much as possible. I already have a room set up for him. Chores are easy to set up since everyone does a little of everything around the house. I also have a house elf so not much is needed to be done."

Billed raised a eyebrow. "Have a room already? You were preparing to buy someone today?"

Harry cursed mentally for his slip-up. "Yes, I hope you can keep that yo yourself."

Bill chuckled and brushed his red bangs from his eyes. "My lips are sealed little brother." Lucius darted his back and forth between the two, curious about Harry's fondness for the Weasleys. "Now if the house rules are done then sign here and we'll get moving for public." Harry signed his signature and glanced at Lucius, surprised he stayed silent for so long. "Are you willing to allow him to be in public?"

"Yes." Harry answered easily.

"Okay, well if you are wanting to give him as much free will as we could give him then here are the basics." Bill cleared his throat and pointed his wand at a blank sheet of parchment paper. "Lucius Abraxas Malfoy will be, from this day forth until further notice from the Ministry, under the ownership of Harry James Potter. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy will have free rein around Harry James Potter's household and given direct orders only by Harry James Potter. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy will be given a maximum of thirty feet of space from Harry James Potter and must always be within sight of Harry James Potter when out and in the public." Bill paused to take a breath before he began a new paragraph. "Rules are, as followed, Mr. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy shall not posses a wand in any case or come into contact with magical artifacts, portkeys, and/or potions. Potions will only be given to Mr. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy if he is under sudden illness and be given only by Harry James Potter. Any clothing and food will be provided by Harry James Potter when needed; clothes that are clean and provide necessary coverage and three meals a day. Mr. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy shall not speak unless spoken too, he will provide any and all services that Harry James Potter commands of him, and he will not defy Harry James Potter for he will be punished accordingly. If for any reason that Harry James Potter does not wish to own Mr. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy he can inform the Ministry at his earliest convenience. If Mr. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy has been removed from Harry James Potter's ownership he will be re-auctioned. If Mr. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy loses three masters then he will be escorted to Azkaban, no exceptions."

Harry blinked as Bill laid down the sheet in from of him. "Now what?"

"Now you sign here if the rules are to your liking." Bill passed the quill and ink forward.

Harry looked over the man next to him. "What do you think?"

Lucius had his eyes casted down before meeting Harry's eyes. "It's the best I'm going to get right?" Bill nodded. "Well, then let's finish this."

Harry nodded, knowing not to push Lucius too much. He looked over the rules once more before signing his full name and handing the quill to the older man. Lucius gave his signature and once the ink dried a bright light flared around Lucius' wrists and he once more hissed. "Are you alright?" Lucius answered with a nod. Harry turned back to Bill and rubbed his tired eyes. "You still didn't answer my question from earlier. Why are you here?"

Bill chuckled after taking the pages and placing them back the folder. "That's a funny story actually."


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