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Lucius Malfoy sat seething in his office. How dare he be dismissed so casually like that? Didn't they know who he was? Well whoever this new Lord Black was anyway after all he'd been dismissed because of him. He remembered everything his son had said about the Dursleys and couldn't think of a pureblood family which had that name but given what they'd said to him they clearly were pureblood. It probably just meant he hadn't heard of them. After all he couldn't claim to know every pureblood family could he? He thought more about his son going to school in a few days for the first time and thought about what house he'd get into. Was it truly that awful that he thought as long as Draco wasn't a Hufflepuff it was all good?
He was furious that Kreacher had stopped answering him. He had wished to get some dark artefacts from the attic of Grimmauld Place and he was terrified someone would find them in a Ministry raid and somehow implicate him. He was stunned out of his thoughts however as elf he didn't recognise who looked better then any other elf he'd ever seen came into his office as he stood quickly wondering what the hell was going on.
"Lord Black does not like to have death eating rubbish in his home. You take back your crap and if he ever catches you messing with his family again it will have bad consequences for you. Do not test him. He asked me to tell you this. Please don't make me hurt you!" she snapped throwing the enlarged trunk at him and leaving. He wasn't able to react in time as the trunk soared into arms sending him careening back into his chair with a loud thud breaking the chair and bruising his sternum. That would leave a bruise tomorrow for sure. He put the trunk down and used his wand to repair the chair. He carefully opened the trunk confused by the fact that it was totally empty save for a note.
Did you really think it would be this easy huh Mr Malfoy? No I want you to sweat for a while longer while I consider what to do with your dark artefacts. I imagine the ministry would be fascinated to know how they came to be in your possession and with your blood on them to boot. The imperious curse will not save you now you swine. Also your son could have done with better parenting. Had you spent less time on your hair for example he might know to treat his betters the right way. Do not underestimate Dursley because I assure you he is a good friend of mine and you will not like it if you try anything funny. You don't want to know what he is capable of or me for that matter. You have no idea the kinds of power we possess. Do not try me. Straighten up and fly right or things will become very interesting for Narcissa if you get my drift. Signed Lord Black.
He read it panic and bile rising in his throat. What the fuck would he do now? He couldn't even remember what all of it was anyway! Now he really was panicking. He retched finally throwing up all over the floor and his own robes screaming at an elf to clean it which they did very slowly because of his attitude.
"Dobby! What do you know of the Dursley Family?" he commanded form his elf.
"One moment master. Yes they highly associate with Lord Black but I don't quite know how. I am not allowed anymore information then that as I am not a Black house elf master!" he said quaking with fear.
"Dismissed you vile cretin!" he snapped as Dobby popped away considering the fact that he wasn't beaten this time to be a victory. Lucius was thoroughly unwell now with his temperature rising every few moments. He had to take a potion to calm himself down and heal him. It was probably a hoax that was all. He managed to convince himself of that while Dudley who had decided to room overnight in the master suite of Grimmauld Place laughed his head off. He did like being vindictive to those who deserved it. Petunia and Vernon were ok with it as he was a mere floo away and Kreacher would be with him looking after him all night long so he was perfectly safe. Damian himself wasn't there either having decided to go and room overnight in Slytherin Castle.
He arrived there to see a castle layout similar to that of Kylemore Abbey in Ireland but totally different inside. This is where the similarities ended. He had seen the Abbey in a Geography book detailing the best places to visit in Ireland and Spain. He entered through the front door and gasped. Before him was a large entrance with a split staircase going up at either side and meeting in the middle. This theme seemed to be repeated four times with each level having this type of staircase. It was clear the rooms were off to the sides of these stairs. He passed a section of wall that made him tingle and he wondered why. Touching the wall there a blade appeared and severed his hand completely before it reappeared attached as though that had never happened. He was shocked by that but ok now. He opened the door and found a huge mosaic tiled room with a huge swimming pool inside it. The tiles were all teal in colour and there were various medusa and snake themed statues dotted around the pool area.
He exited the room once more and found that he could once more not see the door. He was confused but as soon as he touched the wall there it emerged at once without slicing his hand off this time. This had been done as a security thing of course to verify he was who he said he was and hadn't found the property by accident. He could have his family in it as much as he wanted to safely now. Had he not been Lord Slytherin his severed hand would have stayed off. He continued to explore finding two offices, two informal lounges, two formal lounges, three different drawing rooms and a waiting room all on the ground floor. He then found the kitchen, bedrooms, bathrooms, gallows, duel room, prison cells and ritual rooms. This included potions and herbology labs. The master suite contained an ornate circular platform on top of which was the kind sized bed and various cupboard and couch storage areas cut out and fit in into the circular shape. All light was blocked out by curtains attached to the platform inside which it had it's own chandelier. There was a large dressing room off to one side and a large en suite bathroom off to the other side.
The bedroom or suite if you like also contained a large floo for flooing with a luxurious chaise lounge in front of it. The Balcony to one side was charmed to show you a view of anywhere you wanted in the whole world at any time you liked. Right now it was charmed to show you Hogsmeade Village as he could see people rushing in and out of the Three Broomsticks. Smiling he decided to floo there and did so. He stepped out of the floo most people surprised to see someone so young flooing on their own but still saying nothing. He ordered a butter beer and sat back enjoying the people watching what he was doing. As he was a good and quiet client Madam Rosmerta didn't mind him being there. He then went out and visited Honeydukes Sweet shop amongst other stores. He had bought his weight in sweets and then flooed back to the castle once more. He had decided to change the floo name for this home to The Castle and had dictated that only the other four founders, Dudley, his parents and his two uncles could use it but none of them could enter his suite unless he said so. He opened a chocolate bar and asked Dora for a cup of tea which she brought to him at once whilst lighting the fire for him. There was something so comforting about snuggling up in front a fire with a cup of tea.
"Dora! Tell me everything you know about Amortentia please!" he called out as she appeared before him. Knowing how he liked things she sat beside him smiling. He had always liked his elves to sit beside him if he was sitting when he happened to call them to him. He was such a kind master. She found him reallu sweet and his kindness helped top replenish her magical core much faster and made her a much stronger elf then those who lived and served in homes with no love. Most purebloods would never know how much more they could garner from their house elves if only they loved them properly.
"Yes sir. I know it smells like the few things that attract you most. I know when I have smelled it I have smelled Kreacher in my one. I love him so. He doesn't know it though because I was not sure if it was alright to tell him that. If you smell the hair of someone in it, it usually means that he or she will be your wife or husband. Usually that's the way it works!" she said blushing as he smiled brightly at her Hermione forgotten for a moment.
"Oh Dora in future you must tell me these things ok. I am going to call Kreacher now and you do whatever you must do. I don't know how this works for elves. Kreacher!" he called out as an annoyed Kreacher came to him. He was trying to teach a young elf how to do something but it wasn't working. He'd need to assign her to something else tomorrow.
"You called sir. What can I do for you?" he asked politely although he still looked rather annoyed.
"Dora needs to speak with you!" he said as a madly blushing Dora spoke very quickly in a language he quickly discovered was Elvish. He looked to Harry for one moment and then popped away again before popping back again a few minutes later. He touched her cheeks with his hands and they were surrounded by a glow as he smiled deeply at her. He looked much younger even then he already had matching her own young appearance and they both wore wedding bands now.
"Thank you sir. You have allowed me to meet my wife. You are a good brother to my master. May we have permission to have children at some point in the future?" he asked as Damian looked stunned. If he'd thought anything would happen this wouldn't have been it.
"Well congratulations to you both. I am so delighted for you both. Yes in the future you may have children but when you do please tell me as I want to ensure that when they must leave to serve another home that this home is a good home and that you may always see them whenever you want to. I will not have them in a bad home!" he said passionately as they both cried tears of joy and left to mate. They wouldn't be having any children for now but he was still happy for them none the less.
In the Weasley household Molly Weasley had just stopped screaming as Arthur walked in the door from work.
"Mollywobbles what is it? Do you realise I could hear you from the damn lane! All of our neighbours probably heard you too! You are much louder then you think. Next time control your bloody voice or I'll do it for you!" he said sounding angry.
"Oh don't you lecture me Arthur William Weasley. I take it by your calm demeanour you've not even seen a Prophet today. Well here you go. Apparently this is how Harry Potter sleeps and this is the simple room in which he lives!" she thundered showing him a very clear picture of their room which still had her bra in the one corner only just about hidden from view.
"I don't know what kind of prank this is but it's not funny. Screw getting to know him. We're going straight to potions now. Ginevra will have a good husband if it's the last thing I do! Now get up them stairs woman! It's been a long damn day and I need a good servicing!" he snapped stinging her arse mildly enough to make her shriek slightly and run for the stairs with a hungry looking Arthur chasing after her. It would be a long night for sure.