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Albus sighed happily. Fifth year was about to end, the bloody O.W.L.s where finally over and summer was already dusting the sky, still not hot enough to be uncomfortable, the perfect time to have a pleasant nap by the lake.

But the weather wasn't the reason to Albus's happiness; the good mood was provided by the beautiful blond creature taking a summer nap with his head on Albus's chest making his heart swell with a love he didn't know he could feel.

It had been a tough year, the O.W.L.s with Rose panicking every day, the Quidditch season with most accidents since Fred and George Weasley teamed in Gryffindor, the "disappearance" of a student and an outbreak of Spattergroit had made this year one of the most tiresome for Albus.

But it was worth it, all of it. Because he would endure everything again knowing that his reward will be resting peacefully on his arms, just like now; and the months of hope, anguish and stubbornness trying to gain the Malfoy's hearth were in the past now.

Albus had always felt a kind of connection with the Malfoy's heir since the first day that their eyes had crossed on King's Cross station when both were eleven, but being so young the green eyed boy never paid much attention to that, after all he never had the opportunity to actually get to know the slithering boy, they were in different houses and there wasn't a single professor with courage to team the two boys for a class or detention fearing the resemblance with their fathers.

It wasn't till that night on the Quidditch game, when for a split of a second before the blond boy fell from his broomstick, Albus had seen his future marked on those stunning blue eyes, and he had sworn on his life that same night that he would make Scorpius Malfoy his, no matter the circumstances.

For a while it had seem that his efforts where fruitless, but when tragedy strike Slithering house a few months ago, Scorpius began to rely more and more on Albus.

When Amos Goyle disappeared, a 95% of his belongings were left behind, it was like he had disappeared on air, and of course Hogwarts charged against the only person who could have known about his whereabouts.

Scorpius Malfoy.

For any other habitants of Hogwarts, the cold demeanor of the Malfoy heir was proof enough of his evilness, and soon all kind of rumors about the blond were running on the school hallways, students accused him of locking away the other boy, torture him, curse him and even kill him, making Scorpius' life completely miserable, and forcing the Adults to initiate a formal investigation on him.

But to Albus's eyes, trained for hours to follow the other boy, the misery and despair were more than evident on the younger boy, if only the blond boy hadn't refused to take a truth serum, Albus was sure all the rumors would have been put at bay, but the other boy refused to give any information about the Goyle's first born, he had even tried to force out the information himself and stopped immediately when the other boy had broken down on him.

(-"Do you think I'm a monster too?"-)

Albus was sure that the sight of the blond boy crying his heart out that night would hunt him for the rest of his life, and he had promised himself that he would do anything to stop that scene from repeating again.

At the end there wasn´t enough evidence to press charges against Scorpius, and Goyle's fate remained a mystery, but Albus became the rock of Scorpius's sanity and little by little their relationship began to grow.

Nowadays the blond boy didn't try to stop any of Albus´s advances, and never retreated from his caresses or kisses, their love may be a secret, but Albus was sure he could find a way to spend the rest of their lives together, and he would fight for it, no matter what.

"I can almost feel the wheels spinning in your head" - the sleepy voice of his boyfriend reached his ears—"is something wrong?" asked the beautiful blond reaching shyly for a kiss.

"mmm, I'm just wondering what am I supposed to do without you during summer break"

The flush that rose on Scorpius's face never ceased to amaze Albus

"Will you miss me?" asked hopefully Scorpius

"Of course I will!" answered Albus changing their positions so he could lay his body over the smaller one—"I would lock you on a box if I could only to be sure that you would never be apart from me"

"That's wicked" snorted the blonde one before his lips were captured in a kiss.

"I'm that crazy for you"

"OH MERLIN, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL" – "NO WONDER WHY LITTLE ALBY COULDN'T KEEP HIS HANDS TO HIMSELF!"

Scorpius tried to stop himself from cringing at the rude comment of loud Fred Weasley. Now that he was 4 months pregnant and didn't look like he was about to die, it was easier for everyone in his new family to really see his so called beauty, and it was unnerving.

He had known for a while that once people managed to see further than the platinum hair and blue eyes, there was nothing else to find on his persona that resembled the Malfoys, Scorpius and his siblings had inherit their mother´s beauty, which was of course great for Mira and Ara but quite stressful for the male first born, if it wasn't for the bloody pure-blood registers society would have accuse him of being descendent from a veela.

"Good morning, Mr. Weasley" –tried politely the pregnant boy directing the other man's attention to other topic.

"Oh, stop with that already" answered unceremoniously the older man already sprawling on the bed – "my name is Fred and I'm not a Mister, I'M LIKE 2 YEARS OLDER THAN YOU!"

THAT of course had been one of the mayor problems of adjusting to his new family, manners weren't Albus's family strength. If it wasn´t for the French veela Scorpius would had run in panic on week two.

Rolling his eyes Scorpius kept playing with one of his lockets sitting on the floor next to the closet.

"What are you doing scorp?"- questioned his current Nannie.

Once the enormous clan had heard of Lucius's attempt to kill the new baby they had agreed to take turns to protect Scorpius, that way Albus could concentrate in Hogwarts and Harry and the rest of the family could keep their daily activities without rising any suspicions of their new acquisition. Plan that let Scorpius with weird after weird new protectors every day.

"I'm trying to get kreacher out of there"—

"Why would you do that?"- asked Fred raising an eyebrow

"He apparated a few days ago saying he wanted to serve me, the black family descendant, but Mrs. Hermione scared him away this morning trying to free him"-

"And so?"

"And I've being trying to get him out of there since she left"

"You are so weird. Did your legs get numb?" Scorpius flushed and nodded his head.

With a snort Fred rushed to the blonde boy and helped him stand –"WOW you are heavy" –

"I know!" whined Scorpius "I thought I wouldn't be this heavy till the sixth or seventh month, why Albus´s baby is so big?"

Fred frowned a little "I don't know, maybe there is more than one in there?"

"Oh shush, don't get ominous" and with that Scorpius hanged the locket on the closet door "I thought he liked shiny objects but none of the jewelry caught his interest".

"Don't mind kreacher he is old and sour, we just ignore him"

"And you say I'm the monster" huffed Scorpius and exited the room leaving a confused Fred in there.

Scorpius couldn´t be more grateful with this family for their hospitality, but sometimes they were too much, and not only in number, they were too happy, too friendly, too overprotective and to an almost antisocial Scorpius it was generally too much to handle, but when he had seen the ancient house-elf wearing a dirty clothe his perception of this persons had wavered.

It was obvious that they didn´t have any idea about servants but to allow a creature to waste in the dark like that was plain cruel, no matter how they claimed that kreacher's status was his own fault.

As he expected the chosen one appeared on the living room as he periodically did, checking that everything was going well during the day.

"I CAN´T GET KREACKER OUT OF THE CLOSET!"

"Oh, Hi Scorpius, it's ok he is difficult"

"No he is not, ORDER HIM OUT, YOU ARE HIS OWNER"

"Scorp I'm not sure…"

"ORDER HIM OUT"

"Ok, ok just calm down"—"KREACHER COME HERE IN THIS MOMENT"—as predicted the old house-elf aparated in front of them looking uncomfortable with Harry and Fred.

"You called master"

"I'll buy him" said Scorpius with a movement of his wand before the house-elf had time to bow precariously.

"I I'm not s-sure" stammered Harry when the boy dropped the content of a velvet bag on the table, showing a large collection of fine jewelry.

"It's ok, I don't use any of this, grandfather used to force me to travel with this so i could show other wizards our wealth, and have a quickly escape of unfortunate situations" Scorpius repeated Lucius's words trying not to gag.

"That's not necessary, you can keep him if you want" Harry couldn't be more confused when the boy glowered at him.

"You don't understand, elves don't change owner like that, they serve blood lines, they can get passed by a will or a contract and nothing else" - "I can't help him if you don't sell him to me"

In an attempt to calm the hormonal pregnant boy, Harry looked down at the jewels trying to decipher which one was the less expensive, maybe the smallest, the least shining…

"THIS ONE!. You can make it smaller and give it to Lily" said finally an exasperated Scorpius handing a ruby ring to Harry.

"Ok, I'll trade kreacher for the ring if you wish" answered with a sigh the chosen one hearing the elf sob noisily behind him.

"Oh Master, Master I'm so happy to come back to the Black family, Master thank you" but Scorpius stopped the creature before it could kneel at his feet.

"Kreacher you are mine now and you will obey me" the cold voice making Harry freeze.

"Yes master I'm at your service" answered the elf looking rarely happy with the cold words of his new master.

"You have been a bad elf, kreacher, you have neglected your obligations and you were disrespectful with your former owners, and I won't consent any of that"—

The power behind Scorpius demeanor was like a slap to Harry Potter. For a moment he had let himself forget who was living under his roof, charmed by the sweet rare smile that illuminated the young blonde face when Albus was in the house, but today it was impossible to ignore the Malfoy on his house, the kid's voice could have had Voldemort trembling at his feet, obviously trained to cause this kind of effect. And for a moment Harry wondered what kind of child will be his own grandson.

"From now on you will not dare to disobey me, and you shall not hide anymore when I or anyone else in this house requests your presence, moreover you won't disgrace my name wearing those garments anymore"

Then trying to remember what was on his trunk upstairs he summoned a white shirt and a pair of black trousers to reduce them to the creature size.

"Please master NOO!, don't free me I will obey, master, I'll be good"

"I will not free you now, these garments are mine, and my name is written on them with silver cords. My property, the same as you; and you will wear them because it please me"

The elf took the clothes with trembling hands, whimpering a little. -"thank you master"—

"You will wear what I order you, eat what I order you and sleep where and when I order you, not servant of mine will be found sleeping on a filthy nest on the floor or using words I do not approve" Scorpius waited for the creature to nod before continuing, this time kneeling on the floor next to the elf and using a gentler voice.

"you will get one of the beds in the 12 Grimmauld Place's guest rooms, transport it here, and shape it to your size, I'll place it on the attic for you to sleep there, I expect it to be kept clean as well as the clothes I borrow you. Now go; I will see if my orders are accomplish this night."

The elf muttered a "yes master" and tried to apparate away.

"And kreacher… you are allowed to wear Regulus Black's locket but know that I will use it as punishment if you disobey me.

With that the young master let his new servant go.

"WOW you got kreacher out of that handkerchief!, aunt Mione have been trying to do that since she was fifteen"

"hmm" was the only answer to Fred's comment and attempt to help him stand.

"Scorpius… may I ask what caused this situation?" asked in worry the chosen one.

"Please let your sister-in-Law Know that I cherish the lessons she gives me and that I appreciate the effort she is making to help me prepare for the N.E.W.T.s"

"But?"

"But I shall not met her again if she keeps terrorizing my servitor"

"Scorp she was only trying to help"

"She can't. She is a muggle-born"

Actually mad with the blonde Harry felt his old hate for the Malfoys hit him full force –"Scorpius Malfoy I won't accept this kind of discrimination on my house!"

"IT IS TRUE AND YOU KNOW IT, muggle-borns refuse to acknowledge our superiority, and invented that everyone must be treated like equals, but the only thing they manage is to hurt the ones we are supposed to protect"

"You cannot judge a person for his blood line"

"I JUDGE HER FOR WHAT SHE DID THIS MORNING" - at this instance the blond boy had tears on his eyes—"she casted a Full Body-Bind Curse on him and tried to force him to accept one of your shoes while the poor creature wailed in panic"

"He is too old for that, what did she expected? To kick him out and let him die on the streets?, you were his owner, why didn't you try to protect him?"

"Scorpius you need to calm down, please try to understand our point of view, contrary to what you were taught, slavery is not the same as protection"

"I'm not talking only about the house-elves; what about professor Firenze?…. Centaurs live for centuries but he didn´t had more than a few decades before he died alone"

"He wasn't alone; he had the love of his friends"

"But he needed his family, they would have help him if it wasn't for the fact that he was contaminated by humans during war, and yet the muggle-borns insist on chasing the other centaurs and try to seduce them to leave their clans"

"Scorp… I don't know what to say to you"

"What about me?"—this time a broken sob broke the boy's voice

"What do you mean?"

"You locked me up; I can finish my studies if I take the N.E.W.T.s behind closed doors, you send trained guards to keep me inside the house every day"- beginning to feel dizzy Scorpius gulped and tried to keep talking – "I may not be the monster my grandfather wants me to be, but I'm still a Malfoy, I'm not your pet, I'm not just a pretty trophy for you and your family's entertainment."

"I won't start to eat with my bare hands and I'll never be the sunshine wife your family wants for Albus, will I ever be released? Or shall I disappear from your sight as kreacher did because he couldn't be what you wanted him to be?"

"Scorp"—Harry tried to get closer to the obviously upset teenager, but the boy recoiled from his touch sobbing louder–"I don't know where all this is coming from… but if you want I could send for Al… just try to calm down… think on the baby"

Out of nothing a glass of water was presented to Scorpius face, Ginny Potter looked like she wanted to rebuke at the boy but she didn't voice her opinion about the discussion opting to silently coerce the boy to drink the water instead, on an effort to calm him down.

Immediately after her arrival, several columns of white smoke began to appear on the house.

"What is going on?" asked the chosen one at his partner Ron Weasley.

"A falcon is trying to break into the magical protections around the house" answered an alarmed Ron

"Birds are supposed to be able to cross our sky without problems"—argued James potter standing next to his father.

"Ordinary birds you say"- answered Hermione Weasley looking hurt at Scorpius's direction -"Animagus are a different story"

"I already check with the Ministry of Magic, this falcon is an unregistered Animagus" Arthur Weasley confirmed trying to spot the bird on the sky looking through the window.

Scorpius's glass fell from his hands, causing the panicking crowd to freeze on the spot.

"An unregistered falcon?"