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Chapter 57
This is a real harem story. Not the ones you can find everywhere about a bunch of kids having a go with Harry and Harry with them, but an official harem like the old Sultans from Turkey ages ago wi...
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The Heritage - Chapter 57
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A/N: Editor for this chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
"This is so sick, Tonks. If I had known this, then I would have never listened to you," said the Auror who arranged the wedding rings for the wedding at Tonks, who was looking sick.
"Yeah, who would say what would happen with crazy Dolores. If she will continue like that, then Draco will never survive his first kiss as a married man," Tonks said uneasily.
"Do you think we must help Mr. Malfoy?" asked another Auror, looking at the kissing newlyweds.
"Well, I don't like Malfoy, but this is really too much, even for a Malfoy," said Tonks wincing.
"Ahum," said Mr. Bardoes.
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Dolores Umbridge came out of her daze ... this was something she always dreamed about, the bless of life, the highpoint of her existence, her love of a husband, and she could clearly see that her husband loved her also, because he looked dazed and in a trance as well, exactly how she felt right now, and she smiled happily. Even though nobody gave her flowers, neither the rings were prepared, no guests other than those pestering Aurors, neither that dull Ministry Official Mr. Bardoes, but she was married and happy.
They heard the door opening, and Dolores looked expectantly who was entering. Oh, those beasts ... the Goblins were here, and she knew why they were here, they were here for the heritage ... at last. She looked at her new husband at her side and kissed him straight on the lips ... a very wet kiss, and she licked his nose as bonus.
Draco Malfoy came out of his stupor and winced when he felt something wet ... his nose and he looked at his wife with wide eyes ... she licked him! A Malfoy can't be licked by anybody, and he opened his mouth to protest and to teach this bitch some manners, but Umbridge grabbed his arm and dragged him to a door behind the altar.
"And now, my love, we are going to do our marriage duty," Umbridge squeaked.
Draco yelped in surprise and opened his mouth to protest.
"Wait a minute ..." Draco began, but Umbridge placed a fleshy hand on his mouth.
"No, my love, save your energy for the sex," she whispered. She sounded horny and Draco flinched.
"Sex?" he peeped loudly. "What do you mean?" Draco looked over his shoulder for help, but everyone was looking at him and Umbridge with mixed expressions on their faces.
Mr. Bardoes looked with pity at Draco, but the Aurors were laughing, and Tonks was rolling over the floor in laughter. Those prats, wait he would get them back!
Umbridge opened the door, hushed him inside and slammed the door. She took her wand, pointed it to the door, whispered some incarnations and turned towards Draco.
"My love, I waited whole my life for this," she said with a sweetly voice.
"Well, not me!" said Draco with a disgusted face.
"I think that we are through," he said. "I am married and that means that I am Head of Family Malfoy, and that is what I wanted. The marriage was a very bad idea, because you are a disgusting cow, I would prefer to fuck the cow than you."
Draco smirked and looked at Umbridge in contempt.
"I can't wait to the moment you are sent away somewhere as far as possible and I don't want to see you ever again," he hissed.
Dolores Umbridge's eyes watered immediately. "You don't love me?" she asked.
"No, of course not, who gave you that idea?" Draco sneered.
"But I thought that you loved me, and that you married me because I mean something to you," she wailed.
"No way, you mad woman, and I think this is more then enough," yelled Draco. "Let's get out of here and we go to Gringotts, where I can check if I own something in Siberia or something more remote."
"You are mean," whined Dolores crying, thick tears fell from her eyes, rolling over her ample cheeks.
Draco laughed and tried to look mean and evil.
The expression on Draco's face set Dolores off, and she became angry.
"Well, dear husband," she said dangerous, putting the accent on the last word husband. "I'm afraid that you can't go yet". She wiped the tears angrily from her cheeks.
"And why is that, dear Dolores," Draco sneered pompously.
Dolores laughed piercingly. "Because, my dear husband, you need to perform your husbandly duty, otherwise you will loose that what you are supposed to have between your legs."
Draco's eyes went wide. He had forgotten that, damned Potter; it was his fault, all of it.
"What would happen if I walk out of here, "said Draco testily.
"I say that I am still a virgin," said Dolores with a sardonically laugh. "You will see then what will happen to little Draco," and she laughed loudly.
Draco huffed, but said nothing, he was afraid that he would screw it up totally when he would start ranting about the injustice of life and the ugliness of his new wife.
Dolores smirked. "And now, my dear husband, you are going to undress yourself and then you are my little slave," she said threatening. "Otherwise I walk out of here and announce to the whole world that you are a fag."
Draco flinched and looked nervous at Dolores.
"You will not do something like that," he said, hoping that his voice did not sound like it sounded to him. "I'm your husband, and I can make your life very hard," he said with a smirk.
Dolores smiled evilly. "I am the woman," she said with a smirk. "I can make your life a hell."
Draco paused for some moments. He knew that she make it very hard for him at the moment. But he must try to survive the horror what for sure was about to come for him. He needed to sleep with this frog and somehow not become sick in the process.
"Well, Dolores," Draco said more pleasantly. "Maybe we can do something very nice together, and when you are a sweet girl, than I might keep you at my manor after all," Draco said, hoping that Dolores would believe his lie.
Dolores was smirking. "Who do you think you are, boy? First you insult me, then you try to sweet talk yourself out of this mess, and when you are done with me, you will surely send me somewhere remote. So, I want you to suffer as much as possible," she smiled with a strange gleam in her eyes.
"What ... what do you want?" asked Draco.
"I want you as my sex slave for the first five hours, and be a good boy," she said, conjuring a whip, black leather trousers with holes on the fore- and backside, and a black leather t-shirt and black leather boots.
Draco's eyes widened in realization and Dolores was smirking. At least she would have fun before she was sent away.
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Dean Thomas was sitting at the table reading one of his old cartoon comics. He was bored out of his mind, and was waiting for his stepfather to come and to take him out to have some burgers at the local McDonald. He loved those hamburgers, especially those triple cheeseburgers with extra mayonnaise and unions. He could almost smell the lovely smell of fried hamburgers and wished that his stepfather would hurry up.
Dean was living with his parents and his two sisters in a three room apartment in a large apartment block near London, and even though he had not much space in the apartment, he was more then happy here. He heard the rumors about the living conditions for poor Harry, and he was very happy that he could come home to a loving family. Even when his sisters and father were not blood family, but family they were.
His biological father had walked out from his family and was later killed by Death Eaters when he was young, he could not remember his real father anymore, because he was way too young for that, and he sighed.
Suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door. Who in gods name would knock on a door instead using a bell? Dean looked at the window ...still no father, and he sighed. Being bored doesn't mean that he must stand up to open the doors for strangers who wanted to know.
Dean walked to the door and opened it widely.
"Professor Dumbledore," yelped surprised, and he got a strange feeling about this one. Why would the headmaster visit him at his house? He was never here before. He looked at the professor, expecting the worst, but there was something strange with the Professor Dumbledore. His clothing was as usual, but they were shabby, torn and dirty; Dean's eyebrows went up.
"Professor?" asked Dean hesitatingly. "Are you alright?"
"Who that on the door, Dean?" came the voice of his mother from the bedroom.
"Oh, it's Professor Dumbledore, mum," Dean yelled back and turned to the Professor, smiling apologizing.
Dumbledore did not react; he was only glaring at Dean with his large dark eyes.
Dark eyes? No, those eyes were black as the night! Then Dean became aware that the Professor looked also deadly pale, like he was a dead body ... and that smell ... something rotten?
"Is everything alright, professor?" asked Dean unsure now. Dean had the impression that something evil was going on, and he did not like what he saw. Dean had still his hand on the door and he prepared him self to slam it close in the face of the Professor and see what would happen then.
In a flash the Professor pulled his wand and started to hiss.
Dean wanted to laugh as first reaction, because it looked like the professor was drunk. That would explain the hissing. Dean was not impressed, hissing? But then something happened what he did not expect.
A yellow beam of light burst out of the wand of the Professor and Dean was hit straight in the stomach, and was blown straight against the opposite wall of the kitchen, taking the kitchen table and chairs with him.
The first thing what came to mind for Dean was why the protection of the Goblins did not protect him and the second thing was that the Professor entered the kitchen with drawn wand. Dean looked with wide eyes at the Professor, whose expression on his face did not change. Well, expression? No expression at all and with his pale skin Dean could swear that the Professor was dead, and only the Professor did not know it yet.
Suddenly Dean was paralyzed ... because behind Professor Dumbledore came the grinning figure which would only be Voldemort. That pale grinning skeleton of a monster with the slits instead of eyes could only be that monster, and Dean knew that he would die, as his family would die as well, because he did not expect that neither he nor his family would survive this. He had no idea what was going on with the Professor, but it was clear that Dumbledore was not Dumbledore.
"So, boy, what do you have to say about your dear professor?" hissed Voldemort looming.
Dean gasped and made the mistake to look Voldemort in the eyes. He noticed that the eyes were glowing ... it gave him the idea that you looked into a window of hell, and Dean started to sweat. His wand was in his bedroom under the pillow, and there was nothing he could do to fight this monster. Nobody could fight it!
"That's right, mudblood," Voldemort sneered. "Nobody can kill me now, because I will never die," and he started to laugh manically.
Voldemort punched Dumbledore in his back.
"Kill him," he hissed.
Dumbledore's wand pointed again at Dean and whispered something under his breath. The green beam of a killing curse flew form his wand towards Dean. It was impossible to avoid the curse, because he lay with his back against the wall, and he was not fast enough too avoid the killing curse. Dean felt sorry for his mother, he had not the time to say farewell to her and to le her know that he loved her.
Dean saw like a dream the green beam of the killing curse reaching him and he prepared for the impact, but suddenly a flash of white blinding light, and the sound of something breaking, and Dean closed his eyes.
"What the ..." Voldemort started, and Dean opened his eyes surprised. Why was he not dead?
"Avada Kedavra" screamed Voldemort in rage, pointing his wand to Dean. Again the green beam raveled to Dean and again a white flash and the sound of something breaking, but Dean was not hit. Dean decided to stand up quickly and make a run for it.
Dean jumped on his feet in one smooth movement and looked at the still open door. There would be his chance to escape, but suddenly he thought about his mother! His mother! She is still in the bedroom, and at that moment she came out of the corridor leading to the bedrooms looking very annoyed.
"What is going on here," she bellowed, and Voldemort swirled around.
"Avada Kedavra"
The killing curse killed his mother instantly, and her body was slammed against the wall next the corridor, and Dean gasped. He took a wooden chair, which stood next to the door, and with all his power he smashed it on the head of Voldemort.
"You bastard, you killed my mother," Dean screamed in rage.
Voldemort fell on the floor a bit dazed because of the force of the chair on his head, but he shook it off very fast. He heard the mudblood screaming at him and Voldemort felt the rage in him intensify.
"Dumbledore, kill the mudblood," Voldemort yelled, and he winced from a sharp headache.
Dumbledore pointed his wand at Dean and cast another killing curse, but this time Dean could avoid the curse. Strange, Dumbledore was definitely not himself anymore, because it was easy to sidestep the curse, those exercises they had so many times practiced in the DA were helping.
Voldemort was sitting in the middle of the kitchen about to curse Dean, and suddenly he felt something extreme heavy striking his head, and Dean's eyes widened in realization that his mother was not dead, and Dean almost laughed. The dimwitted Dumbledore was pointing his wand again at him and Dean winced. He needed to get his mother out of the way first, he thought.
"Reducto" Dumbledore murmured loudly and a Reducto curse passed Dean's ear only by centimeters, but then something strange occurred. The Reducto curse seemed to collapse in middle air and bounced back straight at Dumbledore, who absolutely did not react ... Dumbledore got hit by his own Reducto curse and was smashed against the wall, which had taken Dean's fall previously.
Voldemort cursed again. "It was a hell of lot of a work to get Dumbledore back to life and you damaged his body ... damned Mudblood, "he bellowed.
Dean realized that his mother was not dead because of the protection which the Goblins had installed. He had absolutely no idea that the protection was nothing else than shields. He looked at the distressed Voldemort who was still trying to curse at Dumbledore and him. Dean looked at his mother, who was looking very much afraid now, and Dean pointed his head towards the door, and his mother nodded immediately.
She bolted immediately towards the door, it was her only chance that she would survive those magical madmen in her house, but Voldemort was faster. He pointed his wand at her and another curse burst out of his wand ... another killing curse. His mother was hit straight in her back and again the bright white flash appeared and she flew against Dean ... both collapsed on the floor in a heap of arms and legs.
Again a killing curse flew out of the wand of Voldemort, but this time he missed barely.
Dean grabbed his mother and dragged her out of Voldemort's line of fire. His mother did not look well, but she was still fully alive. He dragged her on her feet and he pushed her towards the steps and both of them ran as fast as they could downstairs.
There were many neighbors on the steps who were alarmed by all the noise.
"Out of the way," yelled Dean loudly. "Madmen are on the loose!"
When Dean and his mother reached the last stairway, they saw strangers coming up. Normally he would never pay attention, because they looked like normal people to him, but something was clearly off. He noticed their wrinkled clothing, dirty and torn ... and the eyes were nothing else then ... black!
Those are zombies, he thought, and he cursed that he did not have his wand with him, and he looked around to see whatelse he could do. There were rows after rows of people who walked slowly but steadily up the stairs. They walked like they were in a dream! Dean started to sweat, and his fear caused his mother to become nervous as well.
"What are those people?" she asked hesitatingly.
"Those are zombies," he whispered at her.
"Do they exist!" his mother shrieked in panic.
"Yes, mum. Quiet, otherwise they are going to come for us," he hissed, and suddenly he had an idea. He looked frantic around him for something heavy, but could not find anything, and suddenly he looked up.
"Mum, stay here, what ever happens. If I don't come back, hide yourself," Dean said.
Before his mother could react or say something, Dean walked quickly down the stairs until he almost reached the Zombies. The first two zombies turned their heads towards him and raised their arms like they wanted to hug him; their faces stayed expressionless.
Dean did not slow down his pace when walking downstairs, instead of stopping; he jumped forwards with his feet towards the zombies. He hit the two zombies in front with a leg and the two zombies fell backwards. The zombies behind them fell as well, and soon all zombies rolled down the stairs. Dean fell hard on the steps and hurt his back, but he did not have time now, they needed to hide or escape somehow. He climbed hesitatingly on his feed and walked back upstairs towards his shocked mother.
Suddenly he heard the popping sounds of apparition, and he looked up. He expected that Dead Eaters might be apparating in, because Voldemort was here as well, but these wizards wore red cloaks of the Aurors.
Thank god, the Aurors had arrived.
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Anthony Goldstein was watching the children near the water of the large pool behind his house. His job was babysitting the children from his family and neighborhood. Not that their neighborhood was so large, there were only three other houses in the street McDoraugh in London, but it was a neighborhood with eight children and he sighed.
Shit, he was stuck today with his babysitting duty today, and Anthony really wanted to get some studying done, and while babysitting meant some extra Galleons, but still he preferred studying ... or Cho.
Cho was the girl of his dreams, when he saw her coming into Hogwarts at his first year he had started to have a crush on her. He had never had the courage to do something about it, but still he would love to ... and he sighed again. It will never become something more than a crush and he knew that he had to forget about her, because she was simply outclassing him in everything. The only thing he had left were his dreams about her. He was daydreaming about her every moment of the day when he was not busy with something else.
His favorite dream was that he met Cho in the corridor in Hogwarts, totally alone. He walked through the corridor, mining his own business, when suddenly he felt a tight soft body collapsing against his, and the felt both on the floor in a heap. He fell flat on her body and Cho was smiling at him with her heavenly smile. Instantly Anthony felt himself stirring and he blushed. What would happen when Cho would find out that he had a crush on her, he thought for the millionth time, and he shuddered? He would not be able to face Hogwarts ever again, and neither his parents. He would escape society and join some sect somewhere whose members spoke in a foreign language, so they would never ...
Why is it so cold? Anthony thought, because he shuddered, and suddenly he looked up towards the children. It was so quiet! Anthony stood up immediately and pulled his wand out of his robes. He learned a lot in the DA last year, and something is really not right. He also noticed that the normal noise of birds and insects also had stopped.
The cold became more evident now; frost was on his cloths and ... on the street. That was the sign of dementors, he thought. Immediately Anthony started to move towards the pond to the scared looking kids. He did not want to look behind him, because he suspected that the dementors were hovering over the houses, the only explanation that everything was frozen.
He quickened his paste and reached the first kids. Those were the Roberts black haired twins of the first house of the street, and he ushered them to come with him. The twins agreed without protest for the change and his surprise, but when he looked at their faces he saw them looking wide eyed over his shoulder.
Oh shit, those were the dementors of course! He needed to warn everyone of the approaching danger.
He looked over his shoulder and became instantly pale. Oh Merlin, those were at least ten dementors floating there!
Anthony held up his wand and yelled.
"Attonbitus sanus"
Loud thundering sound echoed thought the neighborhood and he hoped it was enough to warn everyone of the approaching doom.
He put his wand back, placed both hands on the twins and turned and ran towards the rest of the children, and stopped suddenly. In front of him there were at least thirty dementors and he swallowed heavily. He looked to his right, there was his house and he saw nothing there, then only his father running out of the house, alarmed of course of the distress spell he used.
Anthony screamed to the children to go to his father with everything he had, and the children became even more afraid, but he pushed them to his father anyhow. He was not in panic, and he could cast something very nasty against dementors, he know that, but still that would not be enough. His father reached the children and he looked at Anthony proudly.
"Anthony, here is the Portkey, you and the children go now," he yelled.
"But Pa, what about you?" he asked.
"I'm going with you, son," the man said, and smiled faintly, but the influence of the dementors became stronger.
Anthony had already visions of Cho finding out that he had a crush on her, and he shuddered. That I never want to experience, he thought. He brought the children close together with the help of his father, and they activated the Portkey, while the Dementors floated in the direction of the Muggles in London.
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Zacharias Smith was looking at the Leaky Cauldron and was not sure what to do now. His father was arrogant looking as usual, but he could see that his father was puzzled as well, just like him.
"Why is it that I am always the last to be notified of these things," complained his father with his nose high up in the air and looked revoltingly at the small, shabby-looking inn. There was nothing wrong with the inn, except that the doors were locked and there was an intense glow inside ... like the sun was only shining inside. The light, which came out of the dirty looking small windows of the inn, was blood red, and Zacharias and his father heard ghostly voices inside.
On the left side of the inn was a big bookshop, which was strangely closed, which normally was impossible, because it was the 12th of August today and the shopping of the Hogwarts students were to begin at these days. The record store was seemed not to be closed, but nobody seemed to be in the shop. Zacharias sighed. He wanted to go home, and standing here with his father was definitely not an interesting thing to do.
Zacharias's father walked toward the inn and knocked again, but nobody reacted and nothing seemed to move inside, the intense glowing light was still there, except that it was now pulsing.
"Father, I have a very bad feeling for this," Zacharias said hesitatingly. "Do you feel the magic in the air?"
His father frowned and wanted to retort, but hesitated. There was indeed a lot of magic in the air, and he looked quickly at the inn.
"Run, son, this place is going to blow up," he said loudly and pushed Zacharias back.
"Run," he said, and together they sprinted over the street as fast as possible away from the strange shabby inn.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The Leaky Cauldron exploded with an enormous loud bang, and pieces debris went flying everywhere.
Zacharias and his father fell on the street because of the shockwave.
"What the hell ..." Zacharias father started to complain, but was suddenly very quiet, looking intently at the end of the street with wide eyes.
"We are dead, oh so dead," he whimpered, and Zacharias looked up to make his father so scared and gasped.
"Father, we take the Portkey now," Zacharias said firmly. His father did not react, he was like paralyzed looking at hundreds of zombies approaching their position.
Zacharias knew that his father was afraid of zombies, because Zacharias's grandparents were being killed by those monsters, while his father was only a small boy.
Zacharias grabbed his father hand tightly and with his other hand he took out the Portkey, hanging on his neck. He brought the Portkey in front of his mouth and pronounced the activation key 'fanfic'. They both disappeared, before the Zombies could reach them.
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"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy," said the Goblin at the couple who just left the room in the ballroom in the Ministry building.
A very happy Dolores Malfoy was looking at the Goblin, while Draco Malfoy looked sick and very unhappy. When he saw the Goblin, his face cleared up. At last, he had some business to do with the Goblin.
"I am here for the heritage of Dolores Malfoy," he announced formally.
Draco was immediately interested. "Heritage?" you said.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, heritage," repeated the Goblin. "Do you want to hold your business here?" the Goblin said, waving to the ballroom.
"Yes, why not, Goblin," said Dolores.
Draco nodded, and looked expectantly at the Goblin.
"Alright," the Goblin said, and a file appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand a desk and a chair appeared and he sat down. He opened the file and start reading.
Draco and Dolores were irritated of course by the strange behavior of the Goblin and huffed.
"Here Goblin, I demand your respect and that you tell me what the heritage is right now, or else ..." threatened Draco.
The Goblin did not seem to be impressed, he only smirked.
"As you wish," he said.
"Conjure chairs, Dolores," ordered Draco pompously. Dolores looked daggers at Draco, but she complied. She conjured a wooden chair for Draco and a lazy easy armchair for her self, and she sat down.
"I begin with this heritage with a letter from the previous Head of Family and your father, Mrs. Malfoy," began the Goblin. "Here it comes."
The Goblin held out a yellow parchment and started to read.
"I, Jonathan Umbridge, declare the following," the Goblin said, paused and smirked.
"Read on, Goblin," growled Draco.
The Goblin smirked and looked at the parchment.
"I hate my wife, and I hate my daughter even more, if that is possible. Because of that, I state that this heritage is being transferred to her when she gets married, that pompous arse. Knowing her, she will never marry or she marries an even more pompous arse then she is, and for sure I will not like that one. All my monies, titles and properties will be transferred to her bloody husband, but under the condition that her husband will not send her away to a remote location somewhere in the world. Before that transfer occurs, I want both of you swear a magical binding oath that you both stay together until death."
The Goblin stopped and waited.
"What do you mean with that oath," said Draco harshly.
"As the letter says," the Goblin said uninterested, and prepared himself to wait for a long time.
"I want to swear that magical binding oath," Dolores said. "Because I know how much my family owns and that is a lot. I know for sure it's more than you have, Draco."
Draco was hesitating. He knew that most of the monies were gone from his family, and the only thing what was left was the family name.
"Are you sure it is a lot?" he asked.
"Yes, of course. It is so much money, that you would not be able to count it in your whole life," she said.
Draco smirked. Maybe he could visit the old friends of his father and let the cow be killed after he had her money, and he smirked.
"I want to swear this oath too," said Draco to the Goblin.
The Goblin did not change expression, but he was witnessing their oath that they stayed together until dead, and he was satisfied when they had finished.
Now the Goblin was smirking, a big grin came on his face and started to chuckle.
"What?" yelled Dolores.
"Nothing," answered the Goblin quickly and took the parchment and prepared himself.
"Now that you have sworn your oath, I will tell you what you are going to get. You will receive one Knut, and the title of Duke. The manor has been sold for one Knut, the properties in France were burned down and the land has been sold for a Knut as well, the vaults 335, 667 and 234 are being emptied and its contents given away.
I hope that you have a dreadful life, Dolores and your husband may get diarrhea for my sake."
The Goblin looked expectantly at the shocked Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.
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A/N: Editor for this chapter is Dave
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A/N: Editor for this chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
"This is so sick, Tonks. If I had known this, then I would have never listened to you," said the Auror who arranged the wedding rings for the wedding at Tonks, who was looking sick.
"Yeah, who would say what would happen with crazy Dolores. If she will continue like that, then Draco will never survive his first kiss as a married man," Tonks said uneasily.
"Do you think we must help Mr. Malfoy?" asked another Auror, looking at the kissing newlyweds.
"Well, I don't like Malfoy, but this is really too much, even for a Malfoy," said Tonks wincing.
"Ahum," said Mr. Bardoes.
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Dolores Umbridge came out of her daze ... this was something she always dreamed about, the bless of life, the highpoint of her existence, her love of a husband, and she could clearly see that her husband loved her also, because he looked dazed and in a trance as well, exactly how she felt right now, and she smiled happily. Even though nobody gave her flowers, neither the rings were prepared, no guests other than those pestering Aurors, neither that dull Ministry Official Mr. Bardoes, but she was married and happy.
They heard the door opening, and Dolores looked expectantly who was entering. Oh, those beasts ... the Goblins were here, and she knew why they were here, they were here for the heritage ... at last. She looked at her new husband at her side and kissed him straight on the lips ... a very wet kiss, and she licked his nose as bonus.
Draco Malfoy came out of his stupor and winced when he felt something wet ... his nose and he looked at his wife with wide eyes ... she licked him! A Malfoy can't be licked by anybody, and he opened his mouth to protest and to teach this bitch some manners, but Umbridge grabbed his arm and dragged him to a door behind the altar.
"And now, my love, we are going to do our marriage duty," Umbridge squeaked.
Draco yelped in surprise and opened his mouth to protest.
"Wait a minute ..." Draco began, but Umbridge placed a fleshy hand on his mouth.
"No, my love, save your energy for the sex," she whispered. She sounded horny and Draco flinched.
"Sex?" he peeped loudly. "What do you mean?" Draco looked over his shoulder for help, but everyone was looking at him and Umbridge with mixed expressions on their faces.
Mr. Bardoes looked with pity at Draco, but the Aurors were laughing, and Tonks was rolling over the floor in laughter. Those prats, wait he would get them back!
Umbridge opened the door, hushed him inside and slammed the door. She took her wand, pointed it to the door, whispered some incarnations and turned towards Draco.
"My love, I waited whole my life for this," she said with a sweetly voice.
"Well, not me!" said Draco with a disgusted face.
"I think that we are through," he said. "I am married and that means that I am Head of Family Malfoy, and that is what I wanted. The marriage was a very bad idea, because you are a disgusting cow, I would prefer to fuck the cow than you."
Draco smirked and looked at Umbridge in contempt.
"I can't wait to the moment you are sent away somewhere as far as possible and I don't want to see you ever again," he hissed.
Dolores Umbridge's eyes watered immediately. "You don't love me?" she asked.
"No, of course not, who gave you that idea?" Draco sneered.
"But I thought that you loved me, and that you married me because I mean something to you," she wailed.
"No way, you mad woman, and I think this is more then enough," yelled Draco. "Let's get out of here and we go to Gringotts, where I can check if I own something in Siberia or something more remote."
"You are mean," whined Dolores crying, thick tears fell from her eyes, rolling over her ample cheeks.
Draco laughed and tried to look mean and evil.
The expression on Draco's face set Dolores off, and she became angry.
"Well, dear husband," she said dangerous, putting the accent on the last word husband. "I'm afraid that you can't go yet". She wiped the tears angrily from her cheeks.
"And why is that, dear Dolores," Draco sneered pompously.
Dolores laughed piercingly. "Because, my dear husband, you need to perform your husbandly duty, otherwise you will loose that what you are supposed to have between your legs."
Draco's eyes went wide. He had forgotten that, damned Potter; it was his fault, all of it.
"What would happen if I walk out of here, "said Draco testily.
"I say that I am still a virgin," said Dolores with a sardonically laugh. "You will see then what will happen to little Draco," and she laughed loudly.
Draco huffed, but said nothing, he was afraid that he would screw it up totally when he would start ranting about the injustice of life and the ugliness of his new wife.
Dolores smirked. "And now, my dear husband, you are going to undress yourself and then you are my little slave," she said threatening. "Otherwise I walk out of here and announce to the whole world that you are a fag."
Draco flinched and looked nervous at Dolores.
"You will not do something like that," he said, hoping that his voice did not sound like it sounded to him. "I'm your husband, and I can make your life very hard," he said with a smirk.
Dolores smiled evilly. "I am the woman," she said with a smirk. "I can make your life a hell."
Draco paused for some moments. He knew that she make it very hard for him at the moment. But he must try to survive the horror what for sure was about to come for him. He needed to sleep with this frog and somehow not become sick in the process.
"Well, Dolores," Draco said more pleasantly. "Maybe we can do something very nice together, and when you are a sweet girl, than I might keep you at my manor after all," Draco said, hoping that Dolores would believe his lie.
Dolores was smirking. "Who do you think you are, boy? First you insult me, then you try to sweet talk yourself out of this mess, and when you are done with me, you will surely send me somewhere remote. So, I want you to suffer as much as possible," she smiled with a strange gleam in her eyes.
"What ... what do you want?" asked Draco.
"I want you as my sex slave for the first five hours, and be a good boy," she said, conjuring a whip, black leather trousers with holes on the fore- and backside, and a black leather t-shirt and black leather boots.
Draco's eyes widened in realization and Dolores was smirking. At least she would have fun before she was sent away.
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Dean Thomas was sitting at the table reading one of his old cartoon comics. He was bored out of his mind, and was waiting for his stepfather to come and to take him out to have some burgers at the local McDonald. He loved those hamburgers, especially those triple cheeseburgers with extra mayonnaise and unions. He could almost smell the lovely smell of fried hamburgers and wished that his stepfather would hurry up.
Dean was living with his parents and his two sisters in a three room apartment in a large apartment block near London, and even though he had not much space in the apartment, he was more then happy here. He heard the rumors about the living conditions for poor Harry, and he was very happy that he could come home to a loving family. Even when his sisters and father were not blood family, but family they were.
His biological father had walked out from his family and was later killed by Death Eaters when he was young, he could not remember his real father anymore, because he was way too young for that, and he sighed.
Suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door. Who in gods name would knock on a door instead using a bell? Dean looked at the window ...still no father, and he sighed. Being bored doesn't mean that he must stand up to open the doors for strangers who wanted to know.
Dean walked to the door and opened it widely.
"Professor Dumbledore," yelped surprised, and he got a strange feeling about this one. Why would the headmaster visit him at his house? He was never here before. He looked at the professor, expecting the worst, but there was something strange with the Professor Dumbledore. His clothing was as usual, but they were shabby, torn and dirty; Dean's eyebrows went up.
"Professor?" asked Dean hesitatingly. "Are you alright?"
"Who that on the door, Dean?" came the voice of his mother from the bedroom.
"Oh, it's Professor Dumbledore, mum," Dean yelled back and turned to the Professor, smiling apologizing.
Dumbledore did not react; he was only glaring at Dean with his large dark eyes.
Dark eyes? No, those eyes were black as the night! Then Dean became aware that the Professor looked also deadly pale, like he was a dead body ... and that smell ... something rotten?
"Is everything alright, professor?" asked Dean unsure now. Dean had the impression that something evil was going on, and he did not like what he saw. Dean had still his hand on the door and he prepared him self to slam it close in the face of the Professor and see what would happen then.
In a flash the Professor pulled his wand and started to hiss.
Dean wanted to laugh as first reaction, because it looked like the professor was drunk. That would explain the hissing. Dean was not impressed, hissing? But then something happened what he did not expect.
A yellow beam of light burst out of the wand of the Professor and Dean was hit straight in the stomach, and was blown straight against the opposite wall of the kitchen, taking the kitchen table and chairs with him.
The first thing what came to mind for Dean was why the protection of the Goblins did not protect him and the second thing was that the Professor entered the kitchen with drawn wand. Dean looked with wide eyes at the Professor, whose expression on his face did not change. Well, expression? No expression at all and with his pale skin Dean could swear that the Professor was dead, and only the Professor did not know it yet.
Suddenly Dean was paralyzed ... because behind Professor Dumbledore came the grinning figure which would only be Voldemort. That pale grinning skeleton of a monster with the slits instead of eyes could only be that monster, and Dean knew that he would die, as his family would die as well, because he did not expect that neither he nor his family would survive this. He had no idea what was going on with the Professor, but it was clear that Dumbledore was not Dumbledore.
"So, boy, what do you have to say about your dear professor?" hissed Voldemort looming.
Dean gasped and made the mistake to look Voldemort in the eyes. He noticed that the eyes were glowing ... it gave him the idea that you looked into a window of hell, and Dean started to sweat. His wand was in his bedroom under the pillow, and there was nothing he could do to fight this monster. Nobody could fight it!
"That's right, mudblood," Voldemort sneered. "Nobody can kill me now, because I will never die," and he started to laugh manically.
Voldemort punched Dumbledore in his back.
"Kill him," he hissed.
Dumbledore's wand pointed again at Dean and whispered something under his breath. The green beam of a killing curse flew form his wand towards Dean. It was impossible to avoid the curse, because he lay with his back against the wall, and he was not fast enough too avoid the killing curse. Dean felt sorry for his mother, he had not the time to say farewell to her and to le her know that he loved her.
Dean saw like a dream the green beam of the killing curse reaching him and he prepared for the impact, but suddenly a flash of white blinding light, and the sound of something breaking, and Dean closed his eyes.
"What the ..." Voldemort started, and Dean opened his eyes surprised. Why was he not dead?
"Avada Kedavra" screamed Voldemort in rage, pointing his wand to Dean. Again the green beam raveled to Dean and again a white flash and the sound of something breaking, but Dean was not hit. Dean decided to stand up quickly and make a run for it.
Dean jumped on his feet in one smooth movement and looked at the still open door. There would be his chance to escape, but suddenly he thought about his mother! His mother! She is still in the bedroom, and at that moment she came out of the corridor leading to the bedrooms looking very annoyed.
"What is going on here," she bellowed, and Voldemort swirled around.
"Avada Kedavra"
The killing curse killed his mother instantly, and her body was slammed against the wall next the corridor, and Dean gasped. He took a wooden chair, which stood next to the door, and with all his power he smashed it on the head of Voldemort.
"You bastard, you killed my mother," Dean screamed in rage.
Voldemort fell on the floor a bit dazed because of the force of the chair on his head, but he shook it off very fast. He heard the mudblood screaming at him and Voldemort felt the rage in him intensify.
"Dumbledore, kill the mudblood," Voldemort yelled, and he winced from a sharp headache.
Dumbledore pointed his wand at Dean and cast another killing curse, but this time Dean could avoid the curse. Strange, Dumbledore was definitely not himself anymore, because it was easy to sidestep the curse, those exercises they had so many times practiced in the DA were helping.
Voldemort was sitting in the middle of the kitchen about to curse Dean, and suddenly he felt something extreme heavy striking his head, and Dean's eyes widened in realization that his mother was not dead, and Dean almost laughed. The dimwitted Dumbledore was pointing his wand again at him and Dean winced. He needed to get his mother out of the way first, he thought.
"Reducto" Dumbledore murmured loudly and a Reducto curse passed Dean's ear only by centimeters, but then something strange occurred. The Reducto curse seemed to collapse in middle air and bounced back straight at Dumbledore, who absolutely did not react ... Dumbledore got hit by his own Reducto curse and was smashed against the wall, which had taken Dean's fall previously.
Voldemort cursed again. "It was a hell of lot of a work to get Dumbledore back to life and you damaged his body ... damned Mudblood, "he bellowed.
Dean realized that his mother was not dead because of the protection which the Goblins had installed. He had absolutely no idea that the protection was nothing else than shields. He looked at the distressed Voldemort who was still trying to curse at Dumbledore and him. Dean looked at his mother, who was looking very much afraid now, and Dean pointed his head towards the door, and his mother nodded immediately.
She bolted immediately towards the door, it was her only chance that she would survive those magical madmen in her house, but Voldemort was faster. He pointed his wand at her and another curse burst out of his wand ... another killing curse. His mother was hit straight in her back and again the bright white flash appeared and she flew against Dean ... both collapsed on the floor in a heap of arms and legs.
Again a killing curse flew out of the wand of Voldemort, but this time he missed barely.
Dean grabbed his mother and dragged her out of Voldemort's line of fire. His mother did not look well, but she was still fully alive. He dragged her on her feet and he pushed her towards the steps and both of them ran as fast as they could downstairs.
There were many neighbors on the steps who were alarmed by all the noise.
"Out of the way," yelled Dean loudly. "Madmen are on the loose!"
When Dean and his mother reached the last stairway, they saw strangers coming up. Normally he would never pay attention, because they looked like normal people to him, but something was clearly off. He noticed their wrinkled clothing, dirty and torn ... and the eyes were nothing else then ... black!
Those are zombies, he thought, and he cursed that he did not have his wand with him, and he looked around to see whatelse he could do. There were rows after rows of people who walked slowly but steadily up the stairs. They walked like they were in a dream! Dean started to sweat, and his fear caused his mother to become nervous as well.
"What are those people?" she asked hesitatingly.
"Those are zombies," he whispered at her.
"Do they exist!" his mother shrieked in panic.
"Yes, mum. Quiet, otherwise they are going to come for us," he hissed, and suddenly he had an idea. He looked frantic around him for something heavy, but could not find anything, and suddenly he looked up.
"Mum, stay here, what ever happens. If I don't come back, hide yourself," Dean said.
Before his mother could react or say something, Dean walked quickly down the stairs until he almost reached the Zombies. The first two zombies turned their heads towards him and raised their arms like they wanted to hug him; their faces stayed expressionless.
Dean did not slow down his pace when walking downstairs, instead of stopping; he jumped forwards with his feet towards the zombies. He hit the two zombies in front with a leg and the two zombies fell backwards. The zombies behind them fell as well, and soon all zombies rolled down the stairs. Dean fell hard on the steps and hurt his back, but he did not have time now, they needed to hide or escape somehow. He climbed hesitatingly on his feed and walked back upstairs towards his shocked mother.
Suddenly he heard the popping sounds of apparition, and he looked up. He expected that Dead Eaters might be apparating in, because Voldemort was here as well, but these wizards wore red cloaks of the Aurors.
Thank god, the Aurors had arrived.
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Anthony Goldstein was watching the children near the water of the large pool behind his house. His job was babysitting the children from his family and neighborhood. Not that their neighborhood was so large, there were only three other houses in the street McDoraugh in London, but it was a neighborhood with eight children and he sighed.
Shit, he was stuck today with his babysitting duty today, and Anthony really wanted to get some studying done, and while babysitting meant some extra Galleons, but still he preferred studying ... or Cho.
Cho was the girl of his dreams, when he saw her coming into Hogwarts at his first year he had started to have a crush on her. He had never had the courage to do something about it, but still he would love to ... and he sighed again. It will never become something more than a crush and he knew that he had to forget about her, because she was simply outclassing him in everything. The only thing he had left were his dreams about her. He was daydreaming about her every moment of the day when he was not busy with something else.
His favorite dream was that he met Cho in the corridor in Hogwarts, totally alone. He walked through the corridor, mining his own business, when suddenly he felt a tight soft body collapsing against his, and the felt both on the floor in a heap. He fell flat on her body and Cho was smiling at him with her heavenly smile. Instantly Anthony felt himself stirring and he blushed. What would happen when Cho would find out that he had a crush on her, he thought for the millionth time, and he shuddered? He would not be able to face Hogwarts ever again, and neither his parents. He would escape society and join some sect somewhere whose members spoke in a foreign language, so they would never ...
Why is it so cold? Anthony thought, because he shuddered, and suddenly he looked up towards the children. It was so quiet! Anthony stood up immediately and pulled his wand out of his robes. He learned a lot in the DA last year, and something is really not right. He also noticed that the normal noise of birds and insects also had stopped.
The cold became more evident now; frost was on his cloths and ... on the street. That was the sign of dementors, he thought. Immediately Anthony started to move towards the pond to the scared looking kids. He did not want to look behind him, because he suspected that the dementors were hovering over the houses, the only explanation that everything was frozen.
He quickened his paste and reached the first kids. Those were the Roberts black haired twins of the first house of the street, and he ushered them to come with him. The twins agreed without protest for the change and his surprise, but when he looked at their faces he saw them looking wide eyed over his shoulder.
Oh shit, those were the dementors of course! He needed to warn everyone of the approaching danger.
He looked over his shoulder and became instantly pale. Oh Merlin, those were at least ten dementors floating there!
Anthony held up his wand and yelled.
"Attonbitus sanus"
Loud thundering sound echoed thought the neighborhood and he hoped it was enough to warn everyone of the approaching doom.
He put his wand back, placed both hands on the twins and turned and ran towards the rest of the children, and stopped suddenly. In front of him there were at least thirty dementors and he swallowed heavily. He looked to his right, there was his house and he saw nothing there, then only his father running out of the house, alarmed of course of the distress spell he used.
Anthony screamed to the children to go to his father with everything he had, and the children became even more afraid, but he pushed them to his father anyhow. He was not in panic, and he could cast something very nasty against dementors, he know that, but still that would not be enough. His father reached the children and he looked at Anthony proudly.
"Anthony, here is the Portkey, you and the children go now," he yelled.
"But Pa, what about you?" he asked.
"I'm going with you, son," the man said, and smiled faintly, but the influence of the dementors became stronger.
Anthony had already visions of Cho finding out that he had a crush on her, and he shuddered. That I never want to experience, he thought. He brought the children close together with the help of his father, and they activated the Portkey, while the Dementors floated in the direction of the Muggles in London.
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Zacharias Smith was looking at the Leaky Cauldron and was not sure what to do now. His father was arrogant looking as usual, but he could see that his father was puzzled as well, just like him.
"Why is it that I am always the last to be notified of these things," complained his father with his nose high up in the air and looked revoltingly at the small, shabby-looking inn. There was nothing wrong with the inn, except that the doors were locked and there was an intense glow inside ... like the sun was only shining inside. The light, which came out of the dirty looking small windows of the inn, was blood red, and Zacharias and his father heard ghostly voices inside.
On the left side of the inn was a big bookshop, which was strangely closed, which normally was impossible, because it was the 12th of August today and the shopping of the Hogwarts students were to begin at these days. The record store was seemed not to be closed, but nobody seemed to be in the shop. Zacharias sighed. He wanted to go home, and standing here with his father was definitely not an interesting thing to do.
Zacharias's father walked toward the inn and knocked again, but nobody reacted and nothing seemed to move inside, the intense glowing light was still there, except that it was now pulsing.
"Father, I have a very bad feeling for this," Zacharias said hesitatingly. "Do you feel the magic in the air?"
His father frowned and wanted to retort, but hesitated. There was indeed a lot of magic in the air, and he looked quickly at the inn.
"Run, son, this place is going to blow up," he said loudly and pushed Zacharias back.
"Run," he said, and together they sprinted over the street as fast as possible away from the strange shabby inn.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The Leaky Cauldron exploded with an enormous loud bang, and pieces debris went flying everywhere.
Zacharias and his father fell on the street because of the shockwave.
"What the hell ..." Zacharias father started to complain, but was suddenly very quiet, looking intently at the end of the street with wide eyes.
"We are dead, oh so dead," he whimpered, and Zacharias looked up to make his father so scared and gasped.
"Father, we take the Portkey now," Zacharias said firmly. His father did not react, he was like paralyzed looking at hundreds of zombies approaching their position.
Zacharias knew that his father was afraid of zombies, because Zacharias's grandparents were being killed by those monsters, while his father was only a small boy.
Zacharias grabbed his father hand tightly and with his other hand he took out the Portkey, hanging on his neck. He brought the Portkey in front of his mouth and pronounced the activation key 'fanfic'. They both disappeared, before the Zombies could reach them.
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"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy," said the Goblin at the couple who just left the room in the ballroom in the Ministry building.
A very happy Dolores Malfoy was looking at the Goblin, while Draco Malfoy looked sick and very unhappy. When he saw the Goblin, his face cleared up. At last, he had some business to do with the Goblin.
"I am here for the heritage of Dolores Malfoy," he announced formally.
Draco was immediately interested. "Heritage?" you said.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, heritage," repeated the Goblin. "Do you want to hold your business here?" the Goblin said, waving to the ballroom.
"Yes, why not, Goblin," said Dolores.
Draco nodded, and looked expectantly at the Goblin.
"Alright," the Goblin said, and a file appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand a desk and a chair appeared and he sat down. He opened the file and start reading.
Draco and Dolores were irritated of course by the strange behavior of the Goblin and huffed.
"Here Goblin, I demand your respect and that you tell me what the heritage is right now, or else ..." threatened Draco.
The Goblin did not seem to be impressed, he only smirked.
"As you wish," he said.
"Conjure chairs, Dolores," ordered Draco pompously. Dolores looked daggers at Draco, but she complied. She conjured a wooden chair for Draco and a lazy easy armchair for her self, and she sat down.
"I begin with this heritage with a letter from the previous Head of Family and your father, Mrs. Malfoy," began the Goblin. "Here it comes."
The Goblin held out a yellow parchment and started to read.
"I, Jonathan Umbridge, declare the following," the Goblin said, paused and smirked.
"Read on, Goblin," growled Draco.
The Goblin smirked and looked at the parchment.
"I hate my wife, and I hate my daughter even more, if that is possible. Because of that, I state that this heritage is being transferred to her when she gets married, that pompous arse. Knowing her, she will never marry or she marries an even more pompous arse then she is, and for sure I will not like that one. All my monies, titles and properties will be transferred to her bloody husband, but under the condition that her husband will not send her away to a remote location somewhere in the world. Before that transfer occurs, I want both of you swear a magical binding oath that you both stay together until death."
The Goblin stopped and waited.
"What do you mean with that oath," said Draco harshly.
"As the letter says," the Goblin said uninterested, and prepared himself to wait for a long time.
"I want to swear that magical binding oath," Dolores said. "Because I know how much my family owns and that is a lot. I know for sure it's more than you have, Draco."
Draco was hesitating. He knew that most of the monies were gone from his family, and the only thing what was left was the family name.
"Are you sure it is a lot?" he asked.
"Yes, of course. It is so much money, that you would not be able to count it in your whole life," she said.
Draco smirked. Maybe he could visit the old friends of his father and let the cow be killed after he had her money, and he smirked.
"I want to swear this oath too," said Draco to the Goblin.
The Goblin did not change expression, but he was witnessing their oath that they stayed together until dead, and he was satisfied when they had finished.
Now the Goblin was smirking, a big grin came on his face and started to chuckle.
"What?" yelled Dolores.
"Nothing," answered the Goblin quickly and took the parchment and prepared himself.
"Now that you have sworn your oath, I will tell you what you are going to get. You will receive one Knut, and the title of Duke. The manor has been sold for one Knut, the properties in France were burned down and the land has been sold for a Knut as well, the vaults 335, 667 and 234 are being emptied and its contents given away.
I hope that you have a dreadful life, Dolores and your husband may get diarrhea for my sake."
The Goblin looked expectantly at the shocked Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.
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A/N: Editor for this chapter is Dave
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