A/N: I've been thinking about something… I was thinking a may write a story on the Great Death Eater War… Who knows. Anyways on with it right? Here is the newest installment to my story. Thank you to all reviewers! Keep all the great reviews coming and I shall keep writing for you! (Almost like a performing monkey.) Oh and guess what? It's my sixteenth birthday on Thursday the fifteenth! I'm so happy cause all of my family's coming into town seeing as it's summer and I can't wait. But will it keep me from writing? Hell NO! Anyways, thought I'd throw that little tid bit of information in there. On with the story! Love to all! XOXO :D
Disclaimer: There are some song lyrics in this story that are not mine but that of a woman named Yvonne Elliman. Just fair warning cause people can sue you for stuff like that. Not like that lady reads stuff like this but you never know right?
A Mudblood's Slave?
Notorious Death Eater Caught and Another Still On the Run!
Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy was caught last Friday afternoon. He was found hiding in a small cave located in the heart of Ghost Forest about sixty miles away from the original battlegrounds of the Great Death Eater War that lasted nearly five years. Harry Potter and his team of elite Aurors brought Malfoy into a slave shop later that evening.
The slave shop owner told reporters, "I'm happy to see such a dangerous man finally caught. He has no right wondering around unchecked! He could hurt people!"
As for Draco Malfoy, rumors say a young muggleborn woman named Hermione Granger bought him for the expensive fee of nine thousand galleons on Saturday morning, a day after he was turned over to the slave owners. Draco Malfoy and Miss Granger haven't been seen since.
As for Lucius Malfoy, he's been reported missing since the last day of the Great Death Eater War. His body was not identified among the hundreds that died on Witch Mountain, and wasn't found around the immediate area. Many have reason to believe he is still out there. The Aurors Elite Special Forces Squad urges the wizarding community to keep their eyes sharp and ears open for any mishap going on around them, and to have their wands ready at all times. Any sighting should be reported immediately, and if possible the assailant should be held until he can be taken into custody. Keep in mind, the eldest Malfoy is still armed and is considered highly dangerous!
Ron Weasley sat at his cubicle reading the article and suddenly slammed his mug down, sloshing steaming hot coffee all over his desk. His eyes widened as he read over everything again and he felt his insides begin to boil.
"Harry!" he called racing into his best friend's cubicle, to find Harry doing some paperwork. Harry looked up startled, his ballpoint pen poised to write something.
"What is it?" he asked, taking in Ron's livid expression. Ron threw the newspaper down over Harry's work, his mouth drawn into a straight line, his eyes bulging slightly.
"Read that," he said pointing to the article. Harry scanned the first couple of lines and looked up at Ron with his eyebrows raised.
"This is just about Malfoy's capture Ron," he said with a sigh. "What makes you so angry about that?"
"Not that!" Ron snarled. "That," he said darkly pointing to Hermione's name. At the sight of his best friend's name printed in italics Harry immediately began to read the paragraph thinking she may be in trouble. But he quickly understood what was really eating away at Ron.
"Oh," Harry mumbled suddenly troubled. "Oh, no."
"What the bloody hell does she think she's doing?" Ron snarled. "Nine thousand galleons for that worthless little ferret? What is she trying to prove?"
Harry sighed thinking hard.
"I mean, Malfoy is not a house elf! He doesn't need to be rescued and I'll be damned if she thinks he's entitled rights!" Ron fumed, pacing Harry's cubicle. "I bet she's trying to teach us a lesson. You know how much she hates slavery! I bet she's mad because we didn't have any pity for him and just threw him to the dogs!"
"Ron-" Harry began.
"But he deserves that Harry! He deserves to suffer for all of the people he's killed!"
"Ron!" Harry repeated a little louder.
"He's responsible for Dumbledore's death for god's sake! How can she possibly have any compassion for that little piece of-"
"RONALD!" Harry finally screamed. Ron stopped in mid-sentence, and looked at his best friend, his chest heaving.
"What?" Ron asked, his face still bright red with rage.
"We haven't even talked to Hermione yet," Harry replied suddenly feeling very tired, despite the fact that it was only ten o'clock in the morning. "Let's not jump to conclusions okay?"
Ron sighed, and his anger seemed to be melting away for the time being. Harry figured it was good for him to get all of the yelling out now, so that he would've cooled down by the time they talked to Hermione. That way, he didn't lunge at Malfoy, and he didn't start a huge fiery argument with Hermione who might have come up with a Slave Salvation program similar to her house elf petition S.P.E.W. If she had, Harry thought it might have been something like: S.H.F.D.E.E . Meaning, Safe Haven For Death Eaters Everywhere. And when you tried to pronounce it as a word it sounded a lot like the word shifty. As in a suspicious plan to help murderous criminals escape the cruel world of muggleborns.
Harry smiled, slightly amused with his train of thought.
"Alright, but let's try and get a hold of Hermione as soon as possible," Ron muttered, before stalking out of Harry's cubicle with his shoulder's hunched.
Harry threw his ballpoint pen down and buried his face in his arms, groaning loudly. If he wasn't running around trying to catch Death Eaters, then it was something else. He was very curious as to why Hermione picked Malfoy out of all of the slaves she could've bought. And if she needed extra help then why hadn't she asked them? He thought about that more and the answer came to him.
It was because Ron and he were too busy to go all the way up to her small cottage to "help out" around the house she planned to totally remodel. That's why she hadn't asked them, and that's why they never offered. But still, why Draco Malfoy? The very man who had made her life hell back at Hogwarts, and who had murdered countless friends of hers? Oh yes, Harry had seen the youngest existing Malfoy in action and it wasn't pretty. The worst part about it was he seemed to take pleasure in making his fellow muggleborn, half-blooded, and pureblooded wizards suffer at his hand.
He had heard, during the war, that Narcissa Malfoy was expecting another baby. She was a little too old, in Harry's opinion, to be expecting anything but the change of life at her age. Yet there it was plain as day. Rumor had it, that Lucius Malfoy was insuring he had an heir to the Malfoy fortune in case Draco died in battle. Even if it was a female heir. But shortly after Narcissa's pregnancy was discovered, so was the fact that she'd been harboring foreign Death Eater's into England to fight in the war. Mostly from the states. She was taken into custody, as well of as many of the foreign and native Death Eaters the ministry could capture, and died a month later, from self inflicted starvation, taking her unborn baby with her. She had refused to talk and to eat, in turn dying without any last words to her husband or son.
Lucius Malfoy had been enraged at the news, but there was nothing he could do about it. Draco however, had been devastated at the news of his mother and unborn sibling. He'd always been close to Narcissa and knew she'd died to keep his father's and his whereabouts a secret. He'd read in the paper that they'd drugged her food with a truth serum. (A/N: Verataserum?) His mother had been naturally gifted in potions, and even though the potion was seemingly "untraceable" she'd been suspicious because the truth serum caused a slight discoloration to food. Not a lot of wizards knew that or noticed it. That's why the best potions masters put it in drinks. Usually dark wines, so that the serum would be ingested without any sort of suspicion.
Harry figured it wouldn't be long before the ministry sent Harry and his squad, squad "A", out to hunt Lucius Malfoy down. He supposed they'd wait a bit longer to see if the dark wizard would turn up dead, and if he did not, they'd put the A.E.S.F.S on a code red search, including all of the Auror squads. Until then, the squad was on stand by, meaning Harry had more time to catch up on his filing.
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Draco Malfoy was sweating up a storm as he knocked down a wall with a sledgehammer. He had a red bandana tied around his nose to keep himself from breathing in any dust.
Hermione worked a little ways away, kneeling and pulling up tile on the ground floor bathroom. A little muggle radio sat on the old-fashioned bathtub rim, pumping out old-fashioned muggle music off of a battered cassette tape. The woman sang:
Don't know why
I'm survin' every lonely day
When there's got to be no chance for me
My life would end
And it doesn't matter how I cry
My tears, so far, are a waste of time
If I turn away
Am I strong enough to see it through?
Go crazy is what I will do
If I can't have you
I don't want nobody baby
If I can't have you…uh-huh, oh!
If I can't have you
I don't want nobody baby
If I can't have you…uh-huh!
Can't let go, and it doesn't matter how hard I try
I gave it all so easily to you my love
To dreams that never will come true
Am I strong enough to see it through?
Go crazy is what I will do…
And so on and so forth. It made Draco want to vomit. Didn't women have more to do than just pine around for men? I mean, Draco himself had caused enough women to pine over him in his younger years, and a lot of them found the Death Eater thing hot. But really? Was it necessary to spend so much time crying over some guy who probably wasn't even nice to the woman in the beginning? Draco knew he was never particularly nice after the dirty deeds were done.
There was a light tapping that pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to find a white snowy owl looking in at him. Draco wiped his forehead and turned to Hermione for instruction.
"Oh!" she said delighted. "That's Harry's owl, Hedwig!"
Draco scratched at his collar, which by wizard law, he wasn't allowed to remove. More so, he couldn't remove it from his neck, only Hermione could. It kept him from leaving the immediate vicinity of his mistress, as well as keeping him from hurting her. She had removed it for him so he could wash the skin underneath it the night before.
"And?" he asked. Hermione looked at him sternly, her hands on her hips. "And you want me to let it in…" he muttered dully, walking over to the window. He opened it, dust flying up into the air as he yanked it up. The owl held out her leg to him and he untied the message, handing it to Hermione who had come up behind him. She gave the bird a gentle pat on it's head and it flew off with a soft hoot.
Hermione saw a newspaper clipping stapled to a short message. The newspaper clipping's heading read, "Notorious Death Eater Caught and Another Still on the Run!"
Her eyes immediately fell on her name, which was highlighted and she read through the article calmly. She knew Ron would be angry having to find out this way. But Harry… Well she expected he wouldn't overreact.
The small message read:
Mione,
Ron and I are going to stop by this evening to talk. Nothing serious we just want to make sure everything's all right. See you at eight o'clock sharp.
Love From,
Harry
She sighed. Her boys… always checking up on her.
"Great," Draco grumbled, somewhere behind her. "Now I get to see the Wonder Trio reunited!"
"You hush up!" Hermione said, handing him his sledgehammer.
A/N: Okay. So there you have it! Something different, something new. Although there's nothing borrowed or blue. That's what I thought of as I wrote that sentence. Anyways, leave me your reviews and opinions please! So that I can get on with the story:D