Draco POV:
I had to keep telling myself that I trusted my father as I stood in the corner listening to my little sister get a spanking. I knew that Papa wouldn't hurt me. I just felt so guilty. It was my fault she was in this situation in the first place. I just had to show off and mess with the Weasel. With every slap and every little sob, I felt a piece of my soul being etched away. He would do everything in his power to avoid this happening in the future. He would gladly throw himself over his Papa's knee and take the punishment for her.
The spanking stopped at a total of 11 smacks, and I could hear my fathers comforting her now. It didn't take long for her cries to turn into sniffles. I didn't realize that I had tears running down my own face until Papa called me to him. I turned to walk towards my fathers, and I saw Harriet asleep on Papa.
Dad called me to him, and he wiped my face and then pulled me into a hug. He said, "I'm sorry that was so hard on you, Dragon, but you can't blame yourself completely for this. She decided herself to get on her broom. Since Papa took care of Harriet, I will take care of you. Pull down your trousers, please. Do you understand why you are getting this spanking, son?"
I did as instructed while answering, "Yes sir." Dad sat in a different seat and I saw Papa cast 'Muffliato' over Harriet so we wouldn't bother her too much. I knew the drill at this point. I was no stranger to a spanking growing up, but I had hoped they would become less frequent once I started school. I draped myself over dad's left knee, and he adjusted my torso so that it was leaning on the sofa before he anchored my legs down with his right leg.
Dad started spanking slowly and methodically. I hated when he started like this. It meant I was in for a longer session with his hand. After about a minute he asked, "Why are you getting this spanking, son?"
I tried to keep by voice steady as I answered, "I disobeyed Madam Hooch, set a bad example for Harriet, and taunted the Weasel." Dad gave me an extra hard smack when I called Weasley a Weasel, so I corrected myself, "Weasley!, not Weasel."
He continued the slow pace before he started to lecture. Then he accented every word with a stinging swat, "You. Have. Got. To. Think. Before. Acting."
The tears started at this point, and he reached for the waistband of my boxers. I begged him, "Please, Daddy. Let me keep them up!"
He ignored my pleas and pulled them down to my knees before he started spanking and lecturing me in earnest. "You have a little sister now, and you will be a good example for her. You will not lead her into danger. You will help to take care of her. You will not torment the Weasley boy or any other fellow students. You will apologize to Madam Hooch."
I was crying openly now, and I felt him tip me forward. He landed two swats to each of my sit spots and then stopped. He righted my boxers and rubbed my back while I calmed down some. He pulled me up to sit on his lap. He hugged me closed, and then he said, "You are almost too big to sit in my lap now, Dragon."
Dad held me until I calmed down, and then allowed me to wash my face in the bathroom while they woke Harriet. When I came back into the room, Harriet was sitting on the couch next to Dad and leaning on him with his arm around her small frame. Papa patted the seat next to him, so I gingerly sat down.
Harry POV:
I must have fallen asleep after my spanking. I didn't realize I was so tired. Daddy must have delivered Draco's spanking while I was sleeping because his eyes were red-rimmed when he came back into the room. Papa said that we needed to discuss a few things before we went back to class.
"Harriet, I know that you think you are a big girl, but you are actually a very little girl. Your schedule will be changing dramatically. Your courseload will be decreasing. We want you to get a magical education, but you will only take Transfiguration, Charms, Defense, and Potions. Your coursework will be slightly modified from the rest of the students. When your brother is in other classes, you will either be me or Daddy. You can use this time to nap, play, draw, or whatever you want to do."
I looked at Papa worried, "What about flying? I like to fly! I don't want to stop flying!" Daddy patted me on the leg and told me to let Papa talk.
Papa continued, "You will still be flying. Your grandmother believes that your flying skills are good enough to be the new seeker on the Slytherin house team. Your Daddy and I have agreed to let you play if we were allowed to cast certain protection charms on you." I smiled brightly, and he added, "if we decide that the sport is too rough even with the added protection charms, then we reserve the right to remove you from the team at any point for any reason. Also, you are NEVER to go flying without one of us present. If I find out that you have broken that rule, you will receive a bare-bottom spanking."
I looked at Draco to see what his reaction would be to me joining the team as the seeker. I knew that he wanted to be seeker. He must have known what I was thinking because he said, "It's ok, lil sis. If I can't be seeker, at least it's still a Malfoy. Just don't make us look bad." He winked at me.
Daddy spoke now, "You will also be expected to take private lessons to work on learning to read and write, and you will have a mandatory nap right after lunch either in mine or Papa's classroom."
Papa nodded at Daddy, and said, "We may as well discuss all of your new rules now. No using magic without supervision. No lying. No being disrespectful. You are to obey your elders. You are not to put yourself in danger. You will not wander the castle or grounds alone. You will be polite and use good manners, which means you answer questions verbally and you look at people when they speak. You will be expected to keep your toys tidy. You will not skip meals. You will be ready for bed by 9PM every night. There may be a few more rules added as we go. Do you understand?"
I looked between Daddy and Papa, and I told them that I understood. They told me that failure to abide by the rules would result in a punishment ranging from time-out, loss of privileges, earlier bedtime, lines, or a spanking. They said they would never lock me up or starve me. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to find my new family.
Papa came and picked me up. He dismissed Draco back to class and said he would see us again at lunch. Draco was going to a class that I didn't have anymore, so I was going to spend the next class period with Papa. He carried me down to his classroom and set me at his desk.
When the students came in, most of them had a different reaction to me being in Papa's seat. Some were confused, some cooed at me, and the rest just acted like they didn't want to be there. I was about to start drawing on the paper Papa gave me when my red-headed twins walked in. I smiled and waved at them excitedly. They waved back. They acted like they wanted to do more, but Papa started lecturing. His lecture was boring, and it seemed to last forever. I was very good though. I drew and colored the whole time because I wanted to show Papa what a good girl I was.
After class we went back to the big eating room, the Great Hall is what Draco called it. Students were talking loudly and handing newspapers back and forth. Grandpa had a very worried expression on his face, and he handed the paper over to Papa. He gasped and then pulled me to him.
Lucius POV:
Walking into the Great Hall, it was louder than usual and students were throwing newspapers about. Albus handed me the paper, and I was shocked by the article on the front page. "Sirius Black Escapes Azkaban". The article went on to say that he had been muttered about being at Hogwarts for a while now and that he did not take the news of Harriet becoming a Malfoy well.
I hugged my little girl closer to me. We would have to be vigilant at all times. That traitorous murderer wouldn't get near her. I rubbed the bridge of my nose and thought about how Sev was going to react to this news. He hated the man even before he was sentenced to Azkaban. We would not tell Harriet about this. It would only scare her, and as long as she didn't leave the castle, there was no chance he could get her. She would always be with someone else.
I sighed remembering that we needed to take her to get her school supplies, wand, and clothes tomorrow. We would just have to make it a family outing. Albus could come with us for extra protection.
Marcus Flint entered the Great Hall and came up to the head table to see if Harriet could sit with him during lunch. I agreed, and, to my surprise, he took her by the hand and led her to the Gryffindor table to sit with Wood. She sat in the middle of the two 14 year olds. They acted so mature with her that it was hard to remember they were just children themselves.
He thought back to what was said about magically assigned caretakers. They were usually adopted into the family. Would that be a good idea? Would they even want to be adopted by us?
I was broken out of my internal ramblings by my husband taking his seat next to me. I asked him, "What do you think of those two boys with Harriet? Do you think we should offer to adopt them?"
He raised his eyebrow at me. "Are we planning to adopt every student at Hogwarts now?" At my disapproving look he apologized and continued, "I think they are a good influence on her, but I'm sure they already have loving families. I think we should let them decide. If they want to be full members of this family, then we can adopt them."
I nodded to agree with him, and then handed him the newspaper. Might as well get this over with….
