I do not own Carrie or Harry Potter. However I do own the characters Titus Malfoy, Varus Malfoy, Magus Malfoy, and Danya de Per'ion Malfoy. This chapter takes us from Tom and Carrie and into the world of the Malfoy's where we learn ambition is the name of the game.

Chapter 11: Plots and Power Plays

Titus' POV

Titus never showed it, but he took great pride in his son. He was intelligent, clever, and always thinking on how to advance his family and increase their power. He never discounted anything the boy said, and so he began to think about the growing power of the White Family. He had done business with the eldest son and heir, Luthor, and admired his savvy in marrying into the newly buddening Japanese wizarding community. The family wanted to go international, and the Malfoy's could offer to them a voice in France. His son was right, this really could be a most profitable alliance. It would not be easily won however. Even more than his son, he knew how much pride Atia had in her eldest daughter, and she was a very formidable woman. Luthor's ambition would be his obvious route in to starting a friendship. It also wouldn't hurt to offer to keep an eye out on the young Carrietta, keep her away from the wrong sort of people. After all, the girls was quite new here. She would need a fatherly figure and he had no qualms with taking that roll.

As his plots formed, a few days after his visit to Diagon Alley, he called a family meeting with Abraxas, his wife Danya, his right hand, a dark haired French beauty with dark blue eyes that flashed like lightening when angry. Their's too had been a marriage of convience, but he found himself well suited to her. She was raised to know how to run a house and scheme with the best of them! Varus, his younger brother was to his left. He too inherited the white blonde hair that was the Malfoy family trademark. His eyes however were more blue than grey. He was a little more carefree than Titus, being the second born and therefore not having to had to take on the burden of leading the family. Yet he was cunning and undeniably charming. He could of conned the Devil into taking back his soul! Magus was also there, Varus's son. He was small of frame, and took after his mother with dark hair and cat green eyes.

But the boy was a genious, completed his magical training at the age of 13, setting records with the hightest marks on his NEWTS and OWLS that Hogwart's had seen in a 100 years! He was a problem solver, who could think his way out of any obstacle. Abraxas trusted him above all others and protected him, who was his only real friend. He sat next to Abraxas. "Something interesting has come upon the horizon gentleman, my Lady" he said, with a slight bow of respect in his wife's direction. "Miss Carrietta White has come a lot sooner than expected, and has had a run in with my son. I know I need not tell you of their purity, or the power they wield in America. But it remains an interesting fact that while the second eldest girl is already betrothed to Atticus Black, Carrietta remains unattached. My son has vouced for her rumored abilities, such a match would be a boon to our family. However, the young girl is her fmaily's pride. They would not just wed her to anyone. Atia is picky to a fault. However there may be a way in." he began

"The eldest, Luthor, the ambitious one. But what carrot do we dangle before him?" asked Magus. "They have wealth Titus. What could we offer then that they don't already have?" asked Varus. "A segway into France and an alliance with the French aristocrats through my connections." answered . "Luthor wants his family to have international power. We play on his ambitions. But we also must remember the girl's mother. She will not be pushed into a decision by her son. For this match to be made, the young girl's heart must be won." answered Titus looking over at his son. "That would be easier done if she could not be so much in the company of Tom Riddle!" Abraxas replied, a dangerous light in his eyes. "But my boy, she is a pretty, vulnerable girl. She will need someone to keep an eye on her and look after her interests." Danya spoke with a snide smile on her face. Magus smiled. "Yes, a fatherly figure, to protect her from the wrong people." he finished for her.

Varus looked at his son with awe. "You intend on doing this? It would certainly get her away from the Hogwart's alumni but..." It will also help in starting a friendship between the White's and the Malfoy's." Titus replied before his brother could finish. He turned to his wife. "What say you? Do you approve of this potential match for our son?" he asked. "I couldn't think of a better bride." she remarked, her eyes lit with the idea. She was rather stunning when plotting, Titus would make sure to show his appration to her later. He turned to his nephew, who was obviously deep in thought. "She needs friends. Those to confide in, who could advise her. I heard she revels in knowledge, so I am more than fit to play that role." he remarked. Titus marvelled at him. "You never cease to impress me, Magus! Yes that would work beautifully!" he replied. He needed to find a use for Magus' genius, once he graduated from Master Lundgrim's University of High Sorcery in a couple of years.

Danya's POV

She was as pleased as a feline who had just caught an allusive mouse. Since her father, the disgraced but powerful Monte de Peri'on had married her off to the handsome Titus Malfoy, she worked tirelessly to rebuild her own reputation and help her husband build the Malfoy family power, so she may never know that shame again! Like a fool, her father enthusiasticly backed the ill-fated Grindenwald, and barely slipped out of going to Azkaban! She was more calculating, never backing nor showing open dissent to the various leaders who had rose and fallen, taking refuge in the camouflage of neutrality. The truth was she had never been a follower, a blind servant to this Lord or that Cause. What she wanted she took, which fit the Malfoy family perfectly! She and Titus never missed an opportunity to increase the family's wealth and power.

The eldest White firl presented a golden opportunity. It would give her golden boy a powerful bride, and in time, give him all he needed to throw down all pretenses and have the wizarding world by the bollocks! He'd never bow before anyone and call them Lord, as she was once forced to do. Oh yes, this match had her full backing. Her curiosity began to turn to the girl in question, as she laid next to her husband. What was she like? Would she need any grooming? What was the extend of her power that had firmly placed her son under her spell? And yes, she could tell! The boy had clearly thought of little else since running into her.