Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters you recognize. But I do own the plot line of Bonds of Blood. Arabella Figg, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Peter Pettigrew and Harry Potter all belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling.

Lily still couldn't believe what had happened. For the past twenty minutes she had been silent, staring straight ahead as her 'master' pulled her into the shack on the other side of the field, where the other girls were being sold to their masters. Some had looks of happiness on their faces, others had tears running down their cheeks. Most were sold off to other Hogwarts students their age. Lily was snapped out of her thoughts by a sharp pain on her forearm. She winced and looked at her arm. Her 'master' was running a knife over her arm, writing something. Blood ran down her arm and she felt herself go pale. Her master picked up a wet cloth from a bowl and cleaned off the blood, leaving a glistening design imprinted in her skin.

She stared at it. It was like those marks that farmers put on cattle, so everyone would know that this cow was their cow. Well she was not a damn cow, but she sure as hell felt like one now. She had been branded and now officially a piece of property. To be abused or forgotten, like a teddy bear. She felt a lone tear run down her cheek as her master grabbed her arm and disapperated. Side-along dissapperation was not a pleasant experience. It was like being cut up and thrown around then glued back together. An odd, and admittedly unpleasant, experience at most. Sooner than she expected, Lily felt solid ground beneath her feet and fresh air all around her.

But the bliss of smelling fresh air was brief. Her forearm still in her masters hand, he pulled her up broad stone steps and through two large, oak doors that reminded Lily of Hogwarts. As the great doors shut with a clang, Lily's master turned to face her. And, although Lily couldn't see his face, she felt that she knew him from somewhere. A rough voice came from the darkness of the hood,

"Welcome to Luna Orior Villa. Lena (lean – ah) will show you to your Quarters, give you your uniform and tell you the procedure here. I will be on a business trip for two weeks, but my brothers, Melvin and Seamus, will be here. You are to answer to them as you would to me. Do you understand?"

Lily nodded. Her master, who seemed to have finished speaking to her, yelled up the marble stairs that led up to an open hallway,

"Lena! Lena, come here!"

A crack and a cloud of dust appeared by Lily's feet. She started and jumped away from the clearing dust. A small House Elf stood there, looking from Lily to her master.

"Yes, Master?"

"Please show Miss Evans to her Quarters. Give her her uniform and explain to her the procedure of Luna Orior Villa. Understood?"

"Understood Master. Come along Missy Evans."

The creature curtsied and shot off towards a door, hidden in the shadow of the staircase. Lily curtsied to and shot off after the elf. Through one door, down a tightly spiraling staircase, through a hallway, another door, another staircase and one last door. Lily was panting, but Lena seemed quite hyper.

"Missy Evans, this is the Servants Quarters. You share with Missy Jackson. She's in town right now, buying more food, but she'll be back soon. Come, Missy Evans. You must get settled in!"

Lily followed the chattering elf into a fairly small room. The walls and floor were made of large, stone bricks. A bit like an old castle, Lily thought. There were two beds, both with trunks at their ends. The bed on the right side of the room was un-made and the trunk was open, clothes hanging from it. A few books lay on the shelves and on the floor next to the trunk. Lily sat down on the left-side bed and looked around. Lena continued to chatter on about procedure.

"Missy Evans, this is Luna Orior Villa. Here at Luna Orior there are three masters. Master Seamus, Master Melvin and Master."

"Master…who?"

"We is just calling him Master, Missy. Well, he has a name, but only the House Elves call him by his name. He doesn't tell the new servants his name for a long time, Missy Evans."

"Oh…"

"Anyway, Missy Evans, like I was saying, we is serving all three masters. Master is almost always away on business trips, but when he is being here, Missy Jackson tends to him. She has been here since Master inherited Luna Orior Villa and she is closest to Master."

"Ok…"

"Now. Master Seamus, we is all liking. But Master Melvin…"

Lena shook her tiny head.

"Master Melvin is not a nice man. No no no. There was a time, perhaps a year or so ago, before Master inherited Luna Orior, when all three masters had personal maids. Master Melvin's maid fled the Villa after the third week, screaming and sobbing. We is never seeing her again…"

Lena sighed. Lily looked rather nervous now.

"So…um…is that all?"

"No Missy Evan—"

"Please, call me Lily."

"Missy Lily, there is a bell that will ring whenever a master is needing you. There are three different bells. Master's is sounding like a Muggle song. Um…Moontown Bats or something…Well, Master is saying that the song is "I don't like Mondays"."

"Boomtown Rats. That's a really good song."

"Yes, Missy. Lena is liking it."

"I have a record of them in my trunk. Maybe I could show it to you sometime…"

"Yes, Missy Lily, whenever you can! Anyway, Master Seamus's bell sounds like the French National Anthem. He is very proud of the French in him." (So'm I.)

"And Master Melvin?"

"Master Melvin's is a very strange sound. None of us is liking it, which is unfortunate because it is ringing the most often. Whoever is closest answers the bell. A magical pull will bring you to the room that the master is in."

"Ok…That makes sense."

"Yes, Missy Lily. Now, it is late and supper is already over, but I is saving you some bread and meat and water, because I am thinking that you are hungry."

Lena passed Lily some bread, chicken and a cup of water that was cleverly hidden in the pocket of her…well, it wasn't a jacket. But it wasn't a potato sack…Lena caught Lily thinking as she ate.

"We house-elves here like clothes, but we is not wanting to be free. Master is telling us that we are free, but none of us is wanting to go. We is just wanting to wear clothes. So Master gives us a muggle sewing machine and we is tearing up our old pillow cases that we wore and we is using old fabrics and things that Master gives us to make our own clothes. We is very smart House-Elves."

"Yes, you defiantly are. That's very clever."

Lily spoke as she swallowed her bread and chicken. Downing the water in one gulp, Lily yawned and stretched, then turned her thoughts to her three best friends.

"Missy Lily, it is late and we must be up early. Missy Jackson will wake you up, I think. She will be here soon. Oh, Missy Lily, your uniform! It is on your trunk. I must leave now, Missy Lily. But, Lena will come to visit you whenever I is able to! Bye, Missy Lily!"

Lena scampered out of the room, quick as a bullet and down the hall. Lily heard a door open and close very quickly and high pitch squeaky voices before it closed. Then she looked around more carefully. On her trunk, just as Lena had said, was her uniform. It look almost like her school robes, except they had gold stiching around the cuffs and the neck. And where her Gryffindor crest was on her school robes, there was a different crest. (I'm currently hunting down my own family crest. –dances- Maybe I'll post a piccy for you guys if I do find it!) Lily put down the robes and yawned. She climbed into her bed and curled up underneath the sheet. Yawning, she shut her eyes and felt herself instantly slip into sleep.

A/N: Wooot! I finally finished this chapter. I know it's pretty short, and it isn't the best chapter in the world, but it's sort of an info chapter more then anything. Just to give you a general idea of Luna Orior Villa. By the way, 'Luna Orior Villa' means 'Moon Rise Manor' in Latin. By the way, I hope that everyone checks out and http/ And,although I know that many people in the 'Deep South' currently down have power or internet, I just want to tell them that I hope they are all ok. Many people haven't heard from loved ones or friends since Hurricane Katrina and I send my heart out to those people. I dearly hope that all of you and your friends are alright. No, I'm not just saying this to make people like me or just because other people might be. I'm saying this because it's true. A friend of mine lives in Florida, and although Katrina barely skirted his area and I know he's ok, I also know that there are people who might not be. So, I hope that all of you guys are alright and I wish you all the best.

-Muse Dae