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Adrian Pucey - Phobos
Liam Baddock - Deimos
Theodor Nott – Oberon
Draco Malfoy – Chaos
Vincent Crabbe - Moros
Gregory Goyle - Pallas
Blaise Zabini – Pan
Pansy Parkinson - Nyx
Daphne Greengrass - Hebe
Morag Macdougal – Nike
Millicent Bulstrode - Cerberus
Elijah Harper - Cratos
Anthony Vaisey - Tyche
Malcolm Baddock – Hecate
Astoria Greengrass - Eris
Flora Carrow - Nemisis
Hestia Carrow – Hypnos
Ginny Weasley – Tartarus
Seamus Finnegan – Hyperion
Neville Longbottom - Chiron
Dean Thomas – Prometheus
Demelza something or other - Selene
Anthony Goldstien - Styx
Terry Boot - Perses
Zacharias Smith - Chronos
Kevin Entwhistle - Pontus
Jack Sloper – Morpheus
Ritchie Coote - Erebos
Colin Creevey - Metis
Dennis Creevey - Eos
Mandy Brocklehurst – Leto
Michael Corner – Charon
Stephen Cornfoot - Atlas
Orla Quirke - Lamia
Ernie Macmillan –Minos
Sally-Anne Perks – Aether
The next week or so was relatively quiet inside the actual Manor, but out in the world, it was anything but. Word kept arriving of different raids, and the small golden coin that Lupin had given him, that would glow hot when there was someone to be taken in, was pretty much always hot. When the ministry had fallen, before then actually, Voldemorts interest in creating other like Draco, making more freaks of nature, had increased. Now, the ministry had passed several decrees on what kind of unregistered children and young adults could be seized and 're-raised' properly. What that translated too, was any muggle born, werewolf, squib, even some half bloods, any young goblins, centaurs, anyone's children could be seized, and taken by the ministry. And by the ministry, of course it actually meant taken by Voldemort, where he would have his arithmancers, potions masters, and healers inject them with things, brand them, and cross them (IE, a werewolf biting a centaur, or a vampire), and so on.
What this meant for Draco, and the family, was that they had more and more people willing to send their children away, and more and more vigilantes willing to abduct children from the ministries various holding houses, and some were smuggled to the continent, some to the Americas, and some were sent to Draco and his family. They did their best to ignore the reports of other things, coming in of muggle massacres, of the murder of families who were unwilling to surrender their young to either the Death Eaters, or to the Re-Raising Academies, and of the increase of the scope of Voldemort's reach, into Scotland and Ireland, and even edging menacingly towards the main continent.
Draco had divided the mansion into areas, hoping that peace between the species could reign, and so far, it was working relatively well. Malfoy Manor had been built back, when whole families aunts and uncles and cousins all lived in one family home with 100 of their favorite servants, and so there were enough suites, more or less, though some were dusty, and with the house elves long gone, there were some heavy duty cleaning spells that had to be cast on the less used portions of the old, rambling house.
There were a few werewolves, though not many made it to Draco, still mostly hiding in the safety of their Packs, who inhabited the west wing, closest to the Lair, though still separated by a few hallways and random parlors and studies. There were ten juvenile vampires, sent from a large coven in the north of Scotland after two juveniles had been branded then killed by Voldemorts lackeys. They were in the dungeons, on the north side, kept far from the centaurs, who did not trust them, even less than anyone else did anyhow. There were 9 goblin, and half goblin children, who stayed in the south tower, though they were more friendly than almost any of the others, feistier and less aloof. Three half veela children stayed with the goblins, all of them were young enough that they mostly just enjoyed playing, not yet stuck on the differences between them.
Then of course, on the east side of the manor in the observatory and green houses were the original 8 centaurs, though now their numbers had nearly doubled as the ministry seemed to have it out for were's and centaurs above all else.
Potter had gone through all the things that Draco and the others had looted from the Death Eater camps they had raided, and had gleefully run off with a few things, waving them around to Granger who had nearly gone into hysterics, and then the Golden Trio had disappeared for two days, taking the goblet and a weird old ring that they had nicked from a pile of Draco's crazy aunt Bellatrix's stuff.
Some of their human refugees, who hadn't been keen on any fighting or danger, were more than happy to help around with making enough bloody food to feed the others, though of course the ever proud Centaurs, and the vampires (for obvious reasons) went around their own business getting their food, the rest were willing to at least eat together, crammed into the kitchen. It was like a crazy family and a circus had exploded in a crumbling, fire mauled mansion and then they had all just decided to stay put.
Fostering inter-species cooperation had not been the initial intention, but at it turned out everyone could at least be more or less civil to one another after a few initial scraps, and the unifying fear of the outside world was enough to scare almost anybody into at least grudging cooperation.
They worked tirelessly on the wards, drawing help from anyone that would help. The goblin childrens parents, though initially extremely distrustful, had been wooed by Tart and Weasley's brother of all people, and in the end had performed some kind of terrifying goblin magic so that anyone who tried to cast a curse at the outside of the manor's tall stone wall would have it multiply and rebound on them. At least that was all they said they did, but Draco and Pan had expressly forbidden anyone from touching the wall at all, slightly wary of the maniac drive in the goblins eyes when they'd said that here, their children might be safe.
Willow, the pretty, pale centaur refused to do magic, but did eventually relent at Nemisis' well meaning badgering and was teaching a few people how to shoot bows and arrows with the grace and accuracy that centaurs were famed for.
No one else had been surrendered by their parents, at least not to Draco, and likely they didn't know where their offspring were, mainly for the safety of said offspring, and so they hadn't directly contributed, but Perses had found a book on blood magics in Draco's dad's library, and in a terrifyingly cryptic potion that involved the blood of a child, willingly given, from as many willing children as they could find, painted in a line around the property, supposedly kept ill wishers away, with of course the help of terrifying old Celtic charms and runes to be painted in the acidic mixture of blood, poisons, and the venom from a basilisk. The last ingredient had been a problem, until Granger (ever present in the library) had overheard them, and set her jaw, and when the Gryffindor Trio of Goodness came back from running off to consort with Dumbledore, they had with them three basilisk fangs that she wordlessly passed to Draco in a moleskin bag.
And through it all, Potter had started this weird thing, where he utterly refused to respond unless Draco called him by his given name. He also had joined Moros in the depressing crusade to feed Draco at least triple his weight per meal, lest he collapse, or some such fantastical idea that Cerberus was feeding them. It was amusing, but also it felt weirdly like Potter was trying to befriend him, which Draco found more alarming than Weasley's brusque truce, that Tart said was because he didn't mind that Draco had kept her from dying that one time.
The Family continued trying to attack Voldemort as quietly as they could. Now with their ever increasing amount of refugees, they had to be more and more careful not to be found out, and not to have their location found out. They satisfied themselves with mainly just stealing anything and everything they could get their hands on, from food, to anything shiny, to wands, to books, anything at all that looked at all worth anything.
Outside the manor walls, in the forest there were now two full herds of centaurs, and a few lone ones come from other herds, mercenaries to help keep the outsides safe. They were not the big herds, who were scornful of men, but they were mostly herds of younger centaurs, who realized that while they were helping wizards, they were also helping themselves, and helping their young, and helping innocent children, one of the most important tenants of centaur culture.
It wasn't until two weeks after the ministry had publically fallen, that the first other Experiment had arrived at the manor. He, like Draco was a young werewolf, who had been recombined, as Draco discovered they were calling it, with dragon blood, and mainly kelpie. The result was a thin, skittish dark haired boy with a vague ability to control fire, ability to shape shift effortlessly, and a strong desire to eat raw meat. His name was Cole, and he stayed with the other werewolves, but understandably became a bit attached to Draco, who ended up letting the small, 13 year old follow him about sometimes. Draco couldn't imagine having all that happen to him when he was that age, and though he never let Cole learn his real name, he did grow almost fond of the quiet boy, and how when stressed he would instinctively shape shift, losing control over his powers, just as Draco had when he was first Recombined, in times of high stress.
All in all, it was terrifying, and sometimes the weight of having people rely on him for the safety of all these small, innocent, and scared beings sometimes terrified Draco into long bouts of not sleeping. Sometimes Pan would sit up with him, perched on the edge of the kitchen steps, comforted by the night sky, but more often than not, it was Potter, who apparently had nightmares of the day when his fans would no longer love him the most, and was woken up all the time any how, who kept him company. They would sometimes play exploding snap, or sometimes they would just sit there, calmly insulting one another, the once hate filled words a comforting banter.
Draco was strung out, tired, more stressed than he had ever been in his entire life, and all in all he was also much happier than he could have ever hoped for, with most of the people left a live he cared for safe, and with him, and for once he was actually doing something that made a difference, and for once he was free of the stigma of his name, and free of his fathers shadow.