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Chapter 11

House elf market, Wizarding London England

The market was crowded the way all markets tend to be, regardless of when one arrives. Harry found that this particular market had a very distinct feeling to it; it reminded him of the renditions he'd seen of ancient Roman forums, albeit with more medieval style of dress. There were news tellers who called out the news and vendors who sold everything from herbs to deadly artefacts. Harry recognised many families, many of whom had children in his year, most of them being of Dark or Grey orientation. Harry was overwhelmed by it all the way a small child would be; wide-eyed and captivated by the sheer existence of the place.

"I thought I'd heard blithering humdingers. It's nice to see you again Harry," came a dreamy voice. Harry turned smiling to find Luna mere inches from him. His eye widened in shock, standing before him, Luna was in a silver blue gown adorned with a leather belt and rope sandals. Her wheat coloured hair was down and held out of her face by a silver circlet. She was wearing her radish earrings. All in all Luna looked very much a lady from King Henry II's time.

"It's good to see you too Luna. So the humdingers are still following me? No surprise I guess. Have nargles been bothering you lately, you're wearing radishes," Harry replied smiling. He bowed slightly and Luna curtsied. Lucius and his heir nodded their heads in greeting but were too shocked to see Luna Lovegood at the market, dressed the way she was.

"Hm? Oh no, they only tend to bother me at school. Father and I don't normally come to the market, we're usually too busy, but today at breakfast I noticed billychicks sniffing through the garden and so we decided to come. They only show up to when you need to break away from your normal routine, so here we are," Luna said in her dreamy voice. The two Malfoys didn't understand any of the explanation but Harry easily translated it.

"Billychicks, I'll remember to look out for them then, they sound pretty helpful. Have you written to Neville this summer? You said that some humdingers were buzzing around him now."

"Oh those weren't humdingers, although they're very similar. There were a couple humdingers but that's only natural, bumbleboogyies often attract them for a short while."

"Ah, so I should probably write to him, then, before school. The fiends too, you think?"

"Oh yes! The fiends and Bill had bumbleboogyies flittering about them too. Perhaps a visit from the fleet-footed god would be appropriate too, at least for the fiends. I should ask the mandrakes. Oh, there's father! It was wonderful talking to you. Send my congratulations to the basilisk. Draco, tell Lady Malfoy not to worry, there's far too many humming figcrickets around you for the fleet-footed god to fail in his plans," Luna said and with that she seemingly floated into the crowd towards her father. Harry turned to see his companions' confused faces.

"Don't worry about Luna, Nev and I are the only ones who understand her and that's because we've spent enough time to figure out her code. Come on, let's go to where they're keeping the house elves."

The trio travelled through the crowd to where the house elves were being bought and sold.

"Harry, if a house elf outlives the last member of it's family, or if it's been set free for some reason than they tend to find procurers, people who sell them at the market to new families. So people free their house elves here at the market so they may be sold to others and the previous owners gain a profit. It's all well and good that Dobby ended up with you, Father was going to sell him here come the next market day… He's better off your elf," whispered Draco as his father left them to talk with friends.

In second year Dobby had Bound himself to Harry, after he'd been free. When a house elf did such a thing it meant he was magically tying himself and his descendants to that family. At least, that's how Dobby had explained it to Harry. Harry nodded to Draco in understanding; Dobby said he'd been the one to nanny Draco and that meant they had a close relationship. Draco had been relieved when Harry had told him he'd save Dobby, his father would have sold the sweet elf to the nastiest person he could find. The two had never gotten on.

"So, are we to do this by ourselves?" Harry asked and motioned to the platform. Draco nodded.

"I'm sixteen, which means I can make purchases without supervision now, and you're a lord. Making a purchase on our own shows maturity and our judgement skills. It's as much a test as anything," his blond friend said. Harry noticed that Draco was excited, even if his face and voice didn't show it. Harry looked up at the platform and stilled.

"Draco, does Hogwarts sell its elves?" he asked. Draco looked at Harry.

"The headmaster may permit it, but they tend to do so only under very serious circumstances, which normally results in only a certain elf being sold from the school. Dumbledore, however, does it all the time, so most buyers tend to fight for them because of their training," he explained and followed Harry's gaze. Draco got a shocked look on his face.

Harry was livid. He strode up to the platform, his walking stick tapping sharply on the ground in accompaniment, the only thing that clued those around that this young lord was irate; since his face was calm and his posture relaxed. Many stilled when they noticed the lighting scar on his forehead. Harry stopped in front of the auctioneer. The man near trembled under the young lord's intense gaze.

"May I inquire as to why two of my house elves are up for auction?" Harry asked as if conversing about the weather, but his tone was cold and the look in his eyes warned the auctioneer he was not one to be toyed with in any manner. There were whispers cropping up as people realised not only did the boy-who-lived own house elves, but also said house elves were being sold without his knowledge. That was a scandal.

"I—sir we didn't know… The headmaster just gave 'em to us; we didn't know they was yours m'lord. Honest," the man on the platform stuttered out as he noticed the lordship ring on Harry's hand. His murky brown eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he recognised the emblem as that of Peverelle. The whispering grew more intense as people spread the news that Dumbledore himself had committed the travesty and insult of trying to sell another's house elves. Harry regarded the man coldly.

"Dobby, Winky, off the platform now. I must tell you, Mr auctioneer that you are extremely fortunate that I came today and caught this before my elves had been bought. I suggest, for your sake, that you take precautions against future situations. If you don't, you may come across someone less forgiving than myself," Harry said. His tone sounded sympathetic and kind but the wording bespoke a warning. The auctioneer let go of the breath he'd been holding.

Dobby and Winky, who had Bound herself to Harry last year-really he hadn't been able to just sit and watch her drown herself in butter beer- appeared at Harry's side and he turned to walk back to Draco's side. Eyes followed him and he heard people's reactions to his family ring, well, one of them anyway. Lucius was standing beside his son now and he gave Harry an imperceptible nod of approval. The trio turned as a group, followed by the two elves and left the market. The three ignored the whispers as they past people; they needn't worry about the Light hearing about this, not in it's entirety anyway. None at the market were allied with the Light, but that careless auctioneer, and the procurer, would be sacked. After all, the market had just lost three very rich and influential customers due to the incompetence of two.

"We'll return tomorrow, the careless oafs will be cleaned out by then," Lucius said before they apparated away.

Dark lord's home-Tom's office, somewhere in the U.K

Tom sat on the loveseat in his office drinking his favourite tea. He was relaxed but also tense. What Fenrir had told him concerning Remus was very intriguing. Harry was the eldest direct descendent of the Black line, so he kept the title until his death and his will was read, but to—

"Tom? Minoa said you were in here," Harry said as he stood on the threshold. Tom looked up and his eyes darkened. So much better than that muggle drab. SO much bet—Stop thinking that thought. Not yet, nowhere close, Tom thought. He shifted and crossed his ankles. Harry gave him a ghost smile as he saw the movement. Tom always crossed his ankles when he was thinking naughty things, usually involving Harry.

"She said you wanted to see me when I returned. There was an unfortunate event at the market so we've returned early," Harry said as he crossed the office and plopped down next to Tom with grace. Tom's lips twitched. Where Tom always was dignified and authoritative, Harry was always graceful and easy-going. It was as if they were inverted images of a person in a mirror.

"Something happened?" Tom asked and handed Harry a cup of tea from the table in front of them. Harry nodded.

"Oh yeah, first off Luna-a friend of mine and a pure-blood says hello- and secondly, Dumbledick tried to sell my elves; Dobby and Winky. Luckily, I was there to stop that from happening but really, he tried to sell them! I don't believe he knows they're mine but still! There's a principle involved," Harry huffed and sipped his tea. Tom gave him an amused smile at his new name for the headmaster. Harry sighed.

"So how are things going with the werewolves? Fenrir's pack doing all right?" Harry asked. He didn't quite like Greyback, for Remus's sake, but he knew the wolf was a good leader and took care of his pack.

"Hm, everything is going well. The pack has gained a new teacher, a wizarding wolf. There hasn't been one in his pack since the ministry went on a wolf hunt before Fenrir took the alpha position."

"Good for them! It's not fair they're segregated from society, it's really not. However, I feel like you're trying to be subtle about something."

"The teacher is Remus Lupin," Tom said and waited for Harry's reaction. Harry had his cup poised at his lips and he slid his eyes to Tom, slowly lowering the cup whilst doing so.

"I take it he entered the pack of his own free will? Did Dumbledick try and kill him?" Harry asked in a calm, even voice. Tom could see the anger and worry in those expansive, emerald eyes. So much emotion. Such power, so mesmerising…Stop. Focus, Tom thought with a mental slap to his face.

"Not kill, but Remus has discovered he has something very important that Albus would hound him to get… It seems that your godfather has left a legacy behind," Tom said and he waited for Harry to get the phrasing.

Left a legacy behind? That sounds super familiar, Harry thought to himself. He knew it was a pureblood colloquialism, he'd heard it before somewhere.

"Remember your third year, young one? The elder boys visiting the matron?" Prompted Doc. Harry's eyes got wide. That was right! Two boys at school, one a Hufflepuff and the other a Ravenclaw, had visited the hospital wing in his third year. He'd been recovering from the dementors, again. They'd been a couple and Madame Pomphrey had told the Hufflepuff, who'd been feeling ill for a while, that the his partner would have a legacy to leave behind. That Hufflepuff had turned out to be…

"Padfoot got Mooney up the duff?!" Harry cried out in joy and confusion. He remembered Madame Pomphrey had told him the male wizards were built with more room. That male pregnancy was a possibility. Tom nodded.

"Yes… Lupin is carrying your godfather's young. He needs his pack as werewolf pregnancies can be more difficult than other male pregnancies," Tom said with caution. Harry had jumped up to his feet with his proclamation. The Dark lord was wary as to why that would be so. Harry had set his cup down and Tom had lowered his. Harry turned to face Tom with a large smile on his face.

"Don't you see?! Remus is having cubs!" Harry cried. Then he seized Tom's face in his hands, bent down and snogged Tom.

Tom was still trying to find his breathe and control certain extremities when Harry literally skipped out the room.