A Mudblood's Slave?
Lucretius Magnus was no longer present in England that day.
A man entered the Auror office, his walking stick in hand. He'd gotten a new one to hide his wand in. This one was plain, made of black wood. Goyle had stayed out of sight as to not provoke any suspicions. He ran a hand through his short brown hair and smiled kindly at the secretary.
"Hello," he said. "I'm here to see Mr. Potter."
"Do you have an appointment sir?" the woman asked.
"No," he said with a small smile. "Is he busy? Because I could come back another time…"
"I'm not sure," the secretary said blushing. "I'll see what I can do…er?"
"Matthias Llewellyn," Lucius replied with a smile. The secretary held out her hand and Lucius took it, kissing it lightly. She smiled widely at him. "And yours? My fair lady?"
"Sally," she said.
"Well that's a nice name, Sally," Matthias said.
"Let me just see what I can do for you," she replied. She disappeared into an office.
Lucius sat down, rolling his eyes. In the olden days he wouldn't have had to go to such lengths to talk to somebody. All he would have to do is walk in the door and people would flock to him, to fulfill his every need. But he was not a dumb man. He knew times had changed, and if he were to walk into a building now, with his true face on, people would flock to him, but for different reasons.
"Mr. Llewellyn?" Sally asked. He was snapped out of his thoughts when she came into the room.
"Yes?" Matthias asked curiously.
"Mr. Potter is busy with some paperwork right now, but his partner Ronald Weasley will speak to you," Sally said with a warm smile.
"Just as good," Matthias said, standing.
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"So what may I ask is your business in England Mr. Llewellyn?" Ron asked straightening some papers on his desk.
"I'm a journalist for a wizard magazine in the United States," Matthias said smoothly. "It's our Wizards Weekly magazine. I do a small column. Lately it's been focused around changes in the law… The Great Death Eater War, seeing as we had Death Eaters in the United States as well."
"I see," Ron said slightly fascinated.
"We've just gotten word that you're using slavery as a punishment for ex Death Eaters all over England. Our punishment in the U.S. so far has consisted of executions upon capture," Matthias muttered, pulling out a pad from his cloak that he'd just conjured up. He pulled out a ballpoint pen and poised it to write.
"Would it be alright if I asked you just a few questions? Your personal opinions and such," Matthias asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah," Ron said with a wide grin. "What would you like to know?"
"How do you feel about slavery?" Matthias asked.
Ron thought for a moment. "Well… I've never really liked it myself. Death Eater or no… What a lot of people don't understand is that it was a wizarding law that was passed by the Ministry of Magic. Aurors don't make the rules, and we do have to follow them. I do believe, however that they got a lot better then what was coming to them before hand. After the Ministry and Aurors got the dementors under control, the Death Eaters were up for the dark kiss, if you understand my meaning…"
Matthias nodded, scribbling down a few things. What Ron didn't see was that Mr. Llewellyn was doodling pictures of bunny rabbits with fangs, Harry Potter in a noose, the dark mark and other little insignificant things. He was listening all the same though.
"Go on," Matthias replied. He looked up to make eye contact, his bright green eyes meeting Ron's blue ones.
"In my opinion, some of them deserved it for the sort of things they've done. Such as the Malfoys, but they both got off easy.
"One was sold into slavery, and the other is still running free," Ron muttered.
"Running free?" Matthias asked.
"Yes. Lucius Malfoy," Ron replied. "My best friend bought his son."
"Who is your best friend, if you don't mind me asking," Matthias asked feeling as if he'd just discovered gold under his shoe.
"Hermione," Ron sighed. "She bought him the day he was supposed to go on the market. He's been living pretty good since then. Way more than he deserves."
"What did she buy a slave for?" Matthias asked, continuing his doodling as to not look suspicious.
"To help her fix up this house," Ron grumbled. "Not only that, but she's got the idea in her head that she can change Malfoy into a better person."
Matthias looked up slightly puzzled. Ronald Weasley seemed to be a very bitter individual. And apparently he hadn't had the opportunity to vent any of his feelings for he was doing it to a perfect stranger. And the mudblood changing his, Lucius' son? Good luck trying miss, Lucius thought. That's like trying to get water out of a rock.
"I don't think it's good for her to be up on that secluded hill all alone with the Death Eater… Even though the collar he wears keeps him from hurting her. Magic is not unstoppable and Draco Malfoy was one of the most powerful Death Eaters, which is surprising for his young age."
"How old is this slave you speak of?" Matthias asked, falsely interested.
"I think he's twenty-two, twenty-three… Something like that. I suppose it's mostly because his father was his private tutor when it came to the dark arts. Anyways, anything else?"
"Do you believe that the Death Eaters should've been thrown in Azkaban then?" Matthias asked.
"Yes," Ron said.
Matthias wrote the word yes down and closed his notebook, putting it back in his cloak.
"Thank you for your time Mr. Weasley," Matthias said holding out his left hand. Ron shook it and saw there was a tattoo on Mr. Llewellyn's arm. Ron's eyes widened and suspicion flooded him. He ripped up the journalist's sleeve but found that the tattoo was a small sun on his forearm, with two names inside of it. Linda and Grace.
Matthias chuckled.
"My wife and daughter's names Mr. Weasley," Llewellyn replied. "They're the light of my lives."
"Oh dear…" Ron muttered, his face turning as red as his hair. "I cannot tell you how sorry I am. Sometimes I don't know what gets into me."
"No harm done, Mr. Weasley. These are suspicious times," Matthias replied with a small shrug. "You never can tell who your enemies are."
"Isn't that the truth," Ron sighed, feeling relieved that the American journalist wasn't angry.
"Well I must be getting off now," Matthias said smoothly. "I've got other places to be now… Alas, I'm already late for my next appointment!"
And with that the wizard left the Ronald Weasley's office and entered into the busy street.
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As Matthias Llewellyn was walking he lifted his left sleeve and looked down at the little sun tattooed there. He had known Narcissa was going to have twin girls before she perished. Linda and Grace had been what they'd decided to call them. After Narcissa had died, Lucius had gotten the tattoo to remember the two daughters he'd never have, the sun represented his wife and one day, he'd have her name tattooed above it. He looked up and found that he felt very alone, and he realized he wanted his son very much.
He'd always been proud of Draco but had never really known the right way to show it. Draco had made a fine soldier for the Dark Lord's cause until the Death Eaters realized how weak he really was. Sure he knew how to use dark and powerful magic. And for a while it shielded Voldemort's true nature. He'd disappeared as soon as the final battle was going down to leave his followers to die for him while he hid.
As he was lost in thought, he rammed into someone, and the two of them both went sprawling on the floor.
"Bloody hell," some one groaned as they were sitting up.
Matthias sat up holding his lower back like an old man. When he stopped to think of it, he sort of was an old man.
Neither man had been watching where they were going.
"You should watch where you're-" but the blonde was cut off when he saw who it was that sat in front of him.
Matthias' eyes widened.
A/N: All right here it is. It's a bit shorter then the last couple of chapters have been. Remember to review and tell me what you think. Love to all!