*I wanted to give a mild warning for this chapter. There is nothing too bad , but abuse is touched upon as well as slave treatment.

Part 2

Chapter Ten

Santana

Santana had been up since six in the morning trying to prepare for dinner later that evening with Avery and her father. She tore her closet apart looking for just the right outfit, sending shirts , robes, underwear , and dresses over her shoulder while Brittany sat on her bed trying not to laugh. Santana ignored her and scurried about the small apartment like living area looking for her things that her slave had hidden during their short time together.

" Damn it Brittany did you hide my snake heals too?"

" I did nothing. Maybe if you clean for yourself, you will find things better, no?"

Santana grumbled and searched under the bed until she pulled out a pair of black heals made of snake-skin. She had always been a little messy , but that's what servants were for after all

Evening came too quickly and Santana was more nervous than ever. Her father was in the Dark Lords most central circle and Avery had a body count to rival Santana's own. She tapped her foot rapidly waiting for Brittany to emerge from the small water closet in her room. Upon digging through her thing Santana found an old dress that matched Brittany's azul gaze.

" Are you almost done?" She asked impatiently as Brittany slowly opened the door and stepped out.

The dress was a simple blue that matched her eyes with lace decorating mid section like a belt. Her straw gold bangs were pulled into an elegant braid that wrapped around her right side and tucked into a small bun. Santana motioned of her to turn a few times as she appraised her appearance.

'She looks so young' Santana thought to herself. 'She can't be more than sixteen or seventeen'

It was the first time she had really taken notice of the girl's appearance. She assumed Brittany was about Quinn's age , but Brittany had always carried herself with an air of adulthood. Questions about the girl's past life began to form. Where were her parents and why hadn't they come to Hogwarts in search of their daughter? Were they dead? Maybe Brittany was the bastard off spring of some wealthy Pureblood? Maybe Mr. Fabrey's? 'Anything was possible' Santana thought.

Santana cleared her throat and pushed away her curiosity; now was not the time to ask such things nor did she feel Brittany would willingly offer up such personal information. Yet still, Just for a moment, Santana saw Brittany as a young girl struggling to survive in a world who hated her for being who she was and nothing more

" The dress is simple ,but it will do." Santana mused as Brittany turned. " You're clear on what is to be done tonight right?"

She stopped Brittany to pull a loose string from her hem. Santana's eyes flicked up to meet Brittany's which shone brighter than ever. Her light skin grew pale and for a moment Santana though the girl would faint, but instead she spoke.

"Yes. I must do all things you ask. If your papa or Monsieur Avery asks something of me I wait for you to say it is acceptable. I do not speak and I stand in the corner unless I am needed." Brittany recited as best she could.

She was beginning to trip over her words less and less which gave Santana a small sense of pride, but still the girl's health was in question.

" Do not forget your end of this deal, Santana." Brittany reminded. " I do not care what trouble it will bring , if you do not keep your word I will drop pudding on your papa's head."

Santana's lip twitched with bemusement. The idea was humors , but the effect would be disastrous.

"...And then you'd be beheaded, so it's a lose-lose situation, but I will keep my word." Santana mockingly crossed her heart. Santana gave a small yawn despite her nerves for the evening.

" Damn-it." Santana ignored Brittany's blatant eye roll. " This cold is going to be the death of me I swear. You're sure that you're feeling okay ? I can't have you passing out at dinner."

Santana had been badgering Brittany since talking with the centaurs to visit the hospital wing for a check up , but she refused to go. It turns out the Veela was a bigger wimp about doctors then Santana was and that was saying something.

" I am well." Brittany huffed looking uncomfortable with only a slight bit of color returning to her cheeks. Santana bit her lip and refused to say anymore about it. Instead she looked in the mirror of her vanity and adjusted her dress for the umpteenth time that day. The black dress she had chosen for the evening hugged her curves the way she liked ,however the high neck line made her seem far more conservative.

Senor Navarro Lopez was a man of great power and a nostalgia for tradition. He was a wonderful doting father to Santana who would over look her small mistakes here and there, however his convictions were everything to him. When she was young, about six or seven, Santana had spent the afternoon playing games in the garden with a muggle boy who lived close by, instead of focusing on her studies. When Navarro reprimanded her for being irresponsible and not acting as a little lady should Santana promptly told him she didn't wish to be a witch any longer, she rather play in the mud like a boy and never do magic again. Her father was furious. Many years later Santana tried to forget the beating she received that day or how she was locked in a cupboard for three days with no food or water. She never questioned tradition or her fathers rules again.

Outside there was a loud clap of thunder as rain pelted the stain glass windows signaling their time to leave.

The two women stood in the foyer waiting to be announced. The large room was trimmed with gold and paintings lined the room, each far to smug to great Santana or Brittany. There was a modern French Victorian vibe about the house that shouted 'trying too hard' to the snarky former Slytherin, but she held her tongue and glanced over to Brittany. The young girl's expression was priceless as she gazed around the at the finery of the simple waiting room. Santana smirked to herself. Quinn's mansion was quiet lovely and quaint , but nothing compared to the Avery family home. Her own home was nicer still. She leaned over to the amazed girl.

" If you think this is something , you should see my family home. "

A flustered looking witch with gray streaks in her hair bustled in to greet them.

" The lords are in the dinning room waiting for you Miss. Lopez, what shall I do with your girl?"

Santana dawned her pure-blood air and spoke smugly to the women.

" She'll be staying with me and serving dinner this evening by my father's request."

" Of course Miss. Lopez. Right this way please."

Santana followed the middle-aged witch through the large estate until she came to a grand dinning room. The table which normally sat up to thirty people had been replaced with one that could accommodate six, however the room still seemed comfortably full. A crystal chandelier gave light along with the five candles placed along the center of the table. Santana glanced back and saw that Brittany was waiting dutifully in the corner until needed which took some of the stress off her shoulders. Her eyes scanned the table to see that the two men were sitting close to one another engrossed in a heated discussion. There voices were too soft to make out , but whatever it was it seemed important.

" Good evening Father-Senor Avery. I hope I'm not interrupting" Santana bent her knee giving a small curtsy. Eric looked up clearly annoyed that his discussion had been interrupted , but greeted her kindly.

"Not at all. Your father and I were just discussing political matters" He offered her the chair to his right across from her father. Both men stood and bowed to her as custom dictated.

Santana approached the two; Avery plightly kissed her hand and her Senor Lopez gave her a brief hug.

" Please don't stop on my account. I find politics fascinating." Santana lied taking a seat to Avery's right as her father sat at his left.

" It's quiet alright. Affairs of state are no place for proper women." Navarro balked

" Come now Mr. Lopez, plenty of women have been instrumental in bring the dark lord to power. Santana herself helped bring an end to the battle of Hogwarts by killing a number of the Potter boy's friends and forcing them to retreat."

Santana eyed Avery's arrogant smile carefully. It was true their relationship was strictly for show and the occasional hate sex ,but he never went out of his way to compliment her or give her credit for anything, ever. First he requested her to work for him at Hogwarts and now he was kissing up to both her and her father. Something was amiss and she was afraid to find out what it was.

" Santana is a very talented girl no doubt and I am proud of the things she has done , but that still doesn't mean she belongs in politics and out fighting these inbred abominations." the older man said firmly.

Avery laughed and shook his head.

"I assure you she is doing no such thing. Santana is doing a wonderful job protecting and educating the children at Hogwarts. Isn't that right Santana?"

She battled with an eye roll. The misogyny she had to put up with sometimes was ridiculous , but that was the way things were and she had to accept it.

" That's right. It's a simple job and I get to know many of the students who come from very important families." That was a lie.

Santana hardly spoke to the students. Most of the time she dealt with git death eaters who didn't know their right from their left or keeping the students from being brutalized excessively.

" Enough of work. I invited you both into my home to enjoy a good meal." Avery clapped his hands and the other servants waiting close to Brittany bustled off. Santana turned in her seat and ordered Brittany to help. The blond stepped out of the room after the other women.

" So what is this I hear about you having some kind of pet Santana?" her father's beady eyes scrutinized her almost judgmentally.

" It's not that interesting of a story. I was in hogsmead and this Veela girl comes in and starts distracting my boys. I'm sure in your many years you can understand what Veela magic does to a man father. I couldn't just put her down so I took her in and claimed her to prevent her from distracting anyone else." Santana said casually.

" I know their magic is unnatural and wrong. You should have put her out of her misery. Young wizards today think they can tame these things , but you just can't do it."

" Brittany is very well-trained and behaved. She listens to only me. I brought her with me today, I could give a you a demonstration if you like" Santana offered as she took a deep breath trying to stay calm.

"I would love to see a demonstration Santana." Avery said with a sickening sweet smile.

The servants returned and placed several large platters down a long the table for the group to enjoy. Brittany returned as well holding a pitcher of wine which she poured into their three glasses.

" Brittany, I'd like for you to meet my father: Senor Navarro Lopez and My boyfriend: Eric Avery."

Brittany's blue eyes looked uncertain for a moment , but she turned and greeted both men with a slight bow.

" Bonjour"

Santana gave a small satisfied smile as she placed a few dumplings and a bit of salad on her plate. There was another dish of potato soup that smelled foul enough to make her want to puke. Santana turned to another servant an ordered them to bring out a roll of cheese.

" She is quiet stunning Santana, may I take a look?" Avery asked scooting out from his seat.

Santana clenched her jaw. She didn't like other people touching her things and she also imagined that Brittany wouldn't react very kindly to it ether.

" You may , but be careful. She has a temper even though she's well-trained."

Avery gave a horse laugh and approached the girl as Senor Lopez watched on. Brittany took a step back toward Santana who held her wrist.

" Brittany it's okay. Just stand still for a moment. You'll be rewarded later." Santana spoke calmly. The Veela shot daggers at Santana as Avery took her by the shoulders and moved her to where there was more room. The tall clean-cut man looked Brittany over several times like a gambler checking over a prize race horse. He cupped her jaw forcing her to open her mouth to get a look at her teeth. His large hands gripped her biceps, he checked for any unnatural curves of her spine , and even took note of the texture of the blond girl's hair.

" If your quiet finished man handling my servant I'd like to actually enjoy my dinner" Santana snapped at her so-called boyfriend.

" Don't be rude Santana. The boy isn't hurting anything and it's not right for you to be so abnormally attached to something."

Santana huffed in frustration at her father as Avery took his seat.

" More wine Brittany." Santana barked.

" She's in wonderful condition. You hardly find them in such good shape these days. Most of the time they're strung out on various potions or muggle narcotics. You could make a lot of money selling her and even more if she's a virgin."

Santana's head snapped up with a look of unwarranted furry, but returned to eating in order to calm herself.

" She isn't for sale. Veela are hard to train and I'm rather fond of her these days." Santana said smoothly. " You know an awful lot about the sex slave business these days are you interested in getting more involved? Should I be worried?"

Santana's voice became playful and flirty. It was important that her father and the rest of the world still believed she and Eric were an item.

" It's adorable when you get jealous, babe. No of course not. You're the only one for me."

Santana felt bile rise up from her stomach. She hated Eric with a passion, but it was the first time he had caused her to become physically ill. She took a sip of wine and went on.

" I heard a rumor that you were in France not that long ago playing with a Veela, a little girl I think. How did that transaction work out for you? Did you turn a decent profit"

Santana pushed her plate away no longer able to stomach the smell. From the corner of her eye she could see Brittany suddenly paying very close attention. Avery did not seem pleased that Santana knew this bit of information and had her father not been at the table she imagined he would have slapped her for meddling in his business.

" That was a mere fluke. I was there on vacation enjoying a drink. One of our supporters brought a little girl to me for stealing candy. The man was an idiot. The girl was young; far too young to profit from, so I had her apologize and sent her on her way. She was already scared and I wasn't in the mood to senselessly slaughter a little girl over a piece of candy."

Santana could feel Brittany tense over her shoulder.

" Brittany, take these plates away. I'm finished with them." She ordered. The girl's features were growing more defined as her anger grew.

" Now." Santana barked. Brittany scooped up the plates and left swiftly. Santana turned back to her boyfriend. " The town was a burnt almost to the ground, I heard."

Avery raised an eyebrow in annoyance with her, but offered an explanation anyway.

" That happened well after I left. I heard the old man was upset I didn't do anything so he went on a rampage."

Santana opened her mouth to argue back, but was halted when her father slammed his fists down on the table.

" Enough damn it. I've had enough talk about inbred filth. I did not come her tonight to lose my supper and watch some harlot dance around. If I wanted this kind of filth in my life I wouldn't have sided with our lord all these years. I am very disappointed in you both." The elderly man grumbled. " Avery I asked you to keep her in line. If you are to be my son-in-law I expect you to have better control of what's going on right under your nose."

Navarro passed his plates along to one of the servants who shuffled off as Brittany returned looking much calmer then before.

" I—excuse me? Son-in-law? Father we are not married." Santana objected angrily.

" Not yet, but you will be soon enough. That's what tonight was about. I've arranged your marriage to Eric and he's accepted."

Santana fell silent as did the rest of the room. Eric shifted in his seat waiting for Santana to say something, an odd look of satisfaction settled over his features and Santana felt as though she were about to be sick.

" It's time you settled down and started acting like a real lady instead of playing this role you've taken on and picking up strays off the street! The war is over and your services are no longer needed as they were before. Eric is going to take good care of you and you will do as he says." Navarro stated firmly so there was no question in anyone's mind; this wedding was going to happen.

" I'm sorry I need time to think this over. Please enjoy the rest of your meal." Santana stood from the table and rushed out of the room with Brittany trailing behind her.

" Santana will come around, I think we just took her by surprise." Avery said summoning a servant to bring dessert.

Brittany

Brittany had never seen Santana so upset before as she stormed out of the dinning hall and headed straight for the fire-place. She hardly had time to step in before the emerald flames erupted around them. Soon they were standing in the living room of the small habitat they shared. Santana was pacing around the room frantically. Brittany bit her lip unsure of what to say that would help.

" You do not love him?" She asked carefully as Santana ran her fingers through her raven locks.

" Eric Avery is a soulless manipulative bastard who would sell his own mother to snatchers if he thought he could make a little money off it."

Santana shouted more to herself than Brittany.

" This is just another one of his fucking games to gain power. I'd bet my life on it! He-" Santana stopped mid-sentence and bent over. Brittany quickly put her arm around her to see if she was okay.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Santana mumbled before bolting up the stairs to the washroom.

Brittany frowned, the night had been more than eventful enough for both women, but Brittany couldn't help feeling a tad bit grateful to Santana for keeping her word. She could have done without the pat down from the man with the terrifying lust of course, but Santana did not allow it to go too far. It gave Brittany a new respect for the women.

The young Veela gave a small sigh summoning her friend Tooley using a bit of parchment and the floo network with-in Hogwarts. It took only a moment for the little elf to appear.

" Tooley the house elf at your service Miss. Brittany. What can Tooley do for you this evening."

" I need you to make up a big pot of ginger tea with lemon and honey. Bring it to Santana's bed chamber as quickly as you can, okay? Don't let her see you though." Brittany said patting the small elf between the ears

" Tooley is on it Miss!"

There was a small pop and the elf was gone.

Brittany took a deep breath and made her way up the staircase to Santana who had her head hung over the loo like a sailor his first day out to sea. Santana's heals had already been kicked off close to the end of the bed where she no doubt would forget them later. Brittany crouched next to the sick girl on her knees and held her hair back as she wrenched again. The smell was foul, but Brittany didn't mind. She had taken care of Jayde plenty of times when she was ill. This hardly phased her.

After several more moments of vomiting , Santana sat back with an empty stomach looking deleterious and exhausted. Brittany wet a cloth and cleaned her face gently making sure to cool her brow just encase of fever.

" Come. You will feel better when you have changed. Tooley has left tea for you. That will help."

Brittany carefully helped Santana to her feet only to find that the fluttering feeling inside her chest had returned. Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach twisted in a happy little knot. ' Now is not the time for this' she thought angrily to herself. The past few days had been so frustrating , because she knew this feeling from somewhere. It was as if it were on the edge of her mind yet slipped away like a slug in wet hands every-time she reached for it. Brittany took a calming breath and continued to help Santana to her feet.

" Why are you being so kind to me?" Santana asked in a weak voice as she sat on the edge of her own bed.

Her cheeks were stained with a small trail of angry tears.

" You are trapped here with no way home. No way to find your sister and it's my fault. I don't understand you at all."

Brittany didn't answer right away. Instead she dug through the pile of clothes on the floor from earlier that morning.

" Drink." Brittany ordered pointing to a cup of tea that Tooley had left on the nightstand. Santana did so without question.

" Brittany answer the question." Santana repeated as she sipped the tea and set it back down.

" It is because I am not the only in this room trapped, forced to do things against myself." She said solemnly., but did not go into more explanation. The last thing she needed was for Santana to get upset again, it would only agitate her stomach more.

" Against your will" she corrected.

" Yes , this."

Once Brittany finally found a baggy shirt and a pair of sweats that would make the small witch feel comfy and relaxed , she moved back over to the bed to help Santana with her dress.

Her heart sped up as her fingers pinched the bottom hem of the soft black material. Her hands slid a long Santana's soft dark thigh lifting the clothing over her hips and bare abs, exposing her lacy red underwear. Brittany could feel her face grow warm , but she continued to pretend she didn't notice how truly beautiful Santana's body was. Santana's warm brown eyes watched her curiously , but didn't say anything. The women just seemed too tired to function, so Brittany pressed on. Her heart gave yet another untraceable flutter as her pale hands pushed past Santana's large breasts, sliding the black cloth over them, and exposing more delicious skin cupped together by a matching red and black bra.

Santana gave a small hiss as Brittany finished undressing her.

" That hurt. Be careful." The dark women scolded clutching her breast. Brittany looked at her confused. She hardly nudged Santana's breast there was no reason for them to be so sensitive or sore. The ghost of a thought occurred to Brittany, but she couldn't shake it.

" Santana... Please, I must touch you for a moment" Brittany said softly, but did not wait for permission.

" Does this cause you pain?" She asked, all embarrassment and emotion gone from her thoughts as she lightly cupped Santana's left breast with her palm and giving a faint squeeze.

" Ow! Yes, it does. Stop touching me." She snapped batting Brittany's hand away and pulling on the sweat pants that had been picked out of her.

Brittany's heart gave an unusually large flutter

" Jayde." She said softly. The memories trickled back to her as she turned away and thought for a moment.

" What was that?" Santana asked taking another sip of the tea she had made. She was still very upset by the events of the night, but she seemed considerably more calm than before.

" This stuff is helping a lot, thank you by the way."

Brittany was too far lost in thought to respond

" Brittany is everything okay? If you keep having these spells I'm going to make you go to the Doctor."

Brittany turn on her heel to face Santana again this time closing her eyes and pressing her hand to the girl's bare abdomen. Sure enough the flutter came. It was hard to tell where the feelings were coming from because the baby was so small, but Brittany was now certain it was there. The last time the fluttering feeling had occurred was when her mother carried Jayde inside her. She was feeling the baby stirring to life inside Santana. She wasn't sure whether to be excited or terrified for the young witch.

" Britt-?"

" When was the last time you bled." Brittany asked quickly hardly able to contain her own feelings.

" I—what? A moon or so ago maybe a little more, what does..." Santana's voice trailed off for a moment as Brittany's implication set in.

" Santana, you are with child." she confirmed.

*A/N- I've been so excited for this chapter and this reveal since I started this project. I hope you all love it as much as I do. The plot is getting thicker and I can't wait for you to see what I have in store for you in this story. I want to point out that this is an angsty/romance fic. So there will be some fluff moment up ahead , but the story wont solely focus on baby feels. There are lots of elements at play here that will come together eventually. There are 3 parts to this story and I'd guess to say we're about 1/3 of the way through part two.. Please comment with your thoughts. It gives me so much inspiration and motivation to power through writers block