Real quick, Hermione will be joining the fic too, so no worries on that, and so will Ron...a few others will join too! It'll take a little bit, so bare with me. Pluse, if you hate Lucius now, you're really going to hate him when you reach the twenty-something chapters.

Chapter 14

Lucius was drinking. He had become so irrate that his son didn't come home last night. He had found he could not live without Azadeh, even the fact that the money he spent on her was put back into his account, it didn't replace her. He was miserable and even at work, he was completely avoided, the ones that stunned him had apologized but only got knocked out in return. Harry wasn't at work, he was taking a 'vacation'...Lucius knew where the bastard was, at home with Azadeh.

Harry was smiling, they had gone to Diagon Alley where he could buy her new clothes...especially at the 'Pink Ribbon', where he PERSONALLY inspected the corsets and bras to see how they looked on her. The owner gave him her card, still wanting to use her for a model but Harry wasn't keen on the idea, having the same outlook as Lucius. He DID NOT WANT other men learing at her in her underwear. "There's only one OTHER man that's seen you like that, and I'd like to keep it that way," he spat.

They ate lunch at his favorite bistro, Draco was there and casually sat with them as if he were invited, there was immediate tension. Azadeh looked down and away. "SO, you have Azadeh now?" Draco drawled, crossing his legs and putting his fingers near his temple, looking just like his father again.

"I do," Harry curled a menovolent smile.

"H..how is your father?" Azadeh asked quietly, Harry shot her a look but she ignored it.

"Not well, he's been drinking," Draco was tapping his foot, he was annoyed and glaring at Harry.

"Oh.."

"Wonderful how compassionate she is, don't you think?" Draco looked at Harry.

"Yes, that's why I want her"...'and love her,' but he dare not say that thought aloud in public. Love was considered dangerous and a word that Voldemort didn't want to hear come out of his Death Eater's mouths. "So, I heard you were thinking about becoming a Death Eater now?" Azadeh shot Draco a look.

"Yes. I find it reaps some major benefits...can't resist my father's genes now, can I?" he smirked.

"It's about time. Well, watch Azadeh for me...I know it's a bold move asking you, but since you're becoming a fellow Death Eater, and you disagree with your father most of the time, I'll test you in making sure she stays safe?" Harry raised his eyebrows and Draco nodded. "Have to go the men's room, dear," he kissed Azadeh on the cheek and left.

As soon as Harry was out of earshot, Azadeh laid into Draco, "WHAT is wrong with you! You...you never considered being a Death Eater and now...is this to get back at me or something?"

"You're concerned?"

"Yes! You're not a KILLER, DRACO. I KNOW you've done some things, but NOT...not to the extent your father has, are you CRAZY?"

"It's the only way I can keep an eye on you," he said flatly.

"ARE you kidding me? Look...I'm flattered but...seriously."

"You don't understand, Azadeh. There's more to this...Voldemort GAVE you to Harry for a reason, I KNOW he did. I watched him at that dinner, he has plans for you, giving you to Harry would be the easiest way to keep track of you and I WANT to make sure you come out of whatever he plans to do, ALIVE. I'll WORM my way into his good graces...and get close so I can keep track of you. I am a MALFOY after all," Draco drawled. "I have the same keen intellect as my father, though as of late, he let you get to him to a point where he wasn't paying attention..." She blushed. "Not that I'm necessarily blaming you...you seem to have that affect on men."

"Harry wouldn't let anything happen to me," she stated.

He chuckeled, "you don't know that for sure now. He's a much different person than he was four years ago, a lot has changed and no one really knows what Voldemort did TO change Harry. The change, it could go deep and...if you're a threat, you'll die. Watch your step and I'll watch your back."

"Must you become a Death Eater to do this?"

"Yes, I know you're disappointed, but...he's coming," Draco sat casually, he actually hadn't moved his hand which blocked his mouth, in case anyone was reading his lips. Harry came up in his normal mood, he hadn't heard their conversation, Draco could tell, like his father, he could read people very well.

Azadeh and Harry came home and seemed to be having a good time, but then he asked her was Draco and her were talking about. "Nothing much...just his choice of becoming a Death Eater," she got up from the couch and walked to the large window.

"You don't like his choice?" Harry leaned back, of course she wouldn't.

"No."

"You don't like the fact that I'm a Death Eater, do you?"

Azadeh shook her head and started to tear, "no." She realized she was living in a fantasy, and felt guilty about it. She couldn't help it, her love for Harry seemed to go beyond anything she'd ever felt for anyone, down to her core, but at the same time...he hurt people, he worked for Voldemort, his arch nemesis, his sworn enemy...one he promised Dumbledore he'd take down one way or another. That's why he wore that stupid mask, if people thought he were alive, there would be a revolt and he would be expected to lead them. He would be symbol of hope to them and Voldemort didn't want that. Instead, he had the sick satisfaction that he had 'the-boy-who-lived' working for him.

Harry watched as he hugged herself slightly, he could tell she was thinking of so many things. He loved her so much, it killed him to know that what he did bothered her. Lucius was not kidding, she was a gentle creature, she healed her attacker at that little test Voldemort gave, and it was then he knew that she would never let anyone suffer...it wasn't just in her training, it was who she was.

"Harry, I have to ask you something, and it may be wrong to ask you...but I have to."

"Go ahead."

"Would you kill me if Voldemort asked you to?" Azadeh waited for an answer, Harry was completely taken aback by the question, but he answered it honestly.

"No. I couldn't do that, I wouldn't let him harm you. That's why you must be careful...even though I've created this place unplottable, using very old spells as well to protect it, there are not guarantees for safety with him. And I ask you to call him 'the dark lord', do not call him by his true name in public."

She nodded.

Harry had not lost the ability to love, it had only been kept hidden. But now that he had it for Azadeh, he had to keep it hidden from Voldemort. If he sensed any change in Harry that went towards anything other than a killer, Azadeh would be killed. He put his arms out, a sign for her to come to him and she did. She laid on top of him slightly, putting her head on his chest and let his hand caress her hair and back.

Lucius found her sketchbook, she had dropped it in the excitement...he went through it, page after page. One was of the manor, the horses, himself, Draco, but he also found pictures of Harry, which he tore out and threw them in the garbage. Another unusual thing he found were images of her in different situations. There was one where she had snakes at her feet and was crying, another showed Harry taking her away...but this was BEFORE he took her? It showed Lucius and him fighting..., he flipped another page and another, all images of events that happened before they happened, they were dated. Azadeh drew her visions and dreams.

He looked to see if there were other visions and he found one. One of her working in a bookstore or library and it was dated one month from now...and in one month from now, he'd be there. There were only two bookstores in Diagon Alley and only one library. Because he knew that she would be most likely kept out of his sight, but he would still look for her and he was very, very good at finding things that he felt belonged to him.

Draco had pledged himself to the Dark Lord, given the tatoo and his uniform. He was given a station and told where the office was. Everyone patted him on the back and was glad he finally joined. His father only eyed him and wondered why he decided to join all of a sudden. His son only smiled at him and nodded, there was something Draco wasn't telling Lucius, and Lucius knew it, but he would have to find out later, it wasn't safe to talk about it at work.

When Draco did get home, his father was waiting in his den. "Draco, we need to have a little talk."

"Whatever for?" he drawled.

"You KNOW why."

"I became a Death Eater because, well, the benefits are nice and it does seem to run in the family..."

"There's something else you aren't telling me," Lucius narrowed his eyes.

"I have my own reasons."

"And what would they be?"

"Just reasons."

"DRACO!"

"Father, I'm not going to tell you every little thing, okay?" Draco left, but Lucius knew better, he knew how to move pawns, just like HIM.

Harry bought her drawing pencils, paints, paintbrushes, canvases, and a sketch pad. He was so excited that she was an artist...and it was great she played the piano and wanted to know where she got it from. "My mother. Since they were hiding me, and my mother was a teacher, she taught me at home. She was fairly strict, wanting me to be well-rounded, to know the arts as well as the sciences. My father took care of the magic part and she took care of the other things, she felt it was a good balance," Azadeh smiled.

"What was her name?"

"Anise."

He went back into his den, only to watch her out his window as she painted. By the time she was done, it was beautiful, the landscape of the trees were in great detail and the little leaves waved in the wind. "You learned the wizarding way on how to paint?" Harry looked suprised, he figured since she had been surrounded by muggles all her life, that she only learn the muggle way.

"Yes, I learned both ways," Azadeh picked up the painting and took it inside for it to dry properly. She then noticed that Harry was standing and staring at her. "What?"

He came up to her and hugged her. "I was thinking, did you want to have a part-time job, something to get you out of he house while I'm at work?" She nodded in his chest. "Alright, tomorrow you can go to Diagon Alley, when you fill out the application they'll ask for your handler's initial's, just put 'RHV', you won't have a problem finding a job then."

"RHV?"

"Right Hand of Voldemort. No one else has those initials."

"Um, are you sure that's wise, letting me have a job...what if...Lucius.."

"If Lucius bothers you, tell me immediately," she nodded her head.

The next day, Azadeh looked around for 'help wanted' signs. 'The Pink Ribbon' was hiring, but she was afraid that the lady might try and pressure her to become a model. She looked around some more and found a nice little bookstore with a cafe that was also hiring and went to talk to the owner.

"What are you looking for dear, we only have part-time right now?"

"Oh, that's fine, but I really don't have any work experience.."

"To be honest, that's not a big deal. All you'll be doing is stocking books and putting them in their right places when things get out of order, ringing up customers...that sort of thing. That okay?" the owner was a very nice older lady who seemed to have a lot of spunk, Azadeh liked her.

"Yes."

"Good, you're hired, but just fill out this application so I can get basic information to pay you correctly. Now, it pays seven galleons an hour...alright?" Azadeh nodded, filled out the information, and handed to the owner. When she looked at it, she stopped. "Your handler is RHV?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Just checking," the owner wanted to make sure. It was the first time she had heard that he had taken on a woman, one that wasn't a concubine or...well, he had a reputation for not exactly taking on girls that were worth 'taking home to mother'-so to speak. But this girl was nice, had good manners, and didn't take advantage of that fact that she belonged to him. And the fact she actually WANTED TO WORK and not spend all his money was amazing...the rest of them acted like he was their own personal bank.

"When do I start work?"

"How about tomorrow around 10 o'clock, then you'll work until 4?"

"Okay, see you then," Azadeh left feeling slightly accomplished. Even though it was a store clerk job, she felt useful, instead of feeling like a doll sitting on a shelf waiting for someone to pay attention to her.

When Harry came home she told him she found a job, "you did?" He was suprised, not that he thought she couldn't do it, it's just that most of the women that he took on for fun, NEVER wanted to work and ALWAYS expected him to pay for everything, but Harry should have known that she wasn't a good-time girl, not that he thought of her that way. Lucius had told him one time that when she went shopping, she never bought anything for herself.

"Is that okay, you said I could?"

"Uh, no...it's fine, but you know you don't have to work, right?" Harry looked at her. Yes, he did tell her she could get a job, but he didn't ACTUALLY expect her to do it.

"I know, but I need to get out and I don't know, maybe it would nice to get YOU something sometimes, I mean, it's kind of tacky to buy gifts for someone with their own money," she smiled.

What she said just then melted his heart, it had been such a long time since anyone had done something out of kindness for him. Harry kissed her and lifted her off her feet doing it.