Chapter 22: Consequences of an Impulsive Act
It was left to Winky to provide an answer "when we asked to be bonded, your offer of friendship rather than slavery broke an ancient curse. Elves were forced into slavery centuries ago by a curse that bound an elves magic to the master of the house. If an elf was in disgrace and given clothes the bond was broken so the elf would gradually loose it's magic and soon die! Dobby survived because Harry tricked the Malfoy's into freeing him thus creating a life debt between them and by staying close to Harry he kept his magic. He even managed to pass some to me."
The shy glance at Dobby was full of admiration.
A now blushing Dobby continued the story "when we bonded as friends your magic accelerated the changes in our bodies and we think Hogwarts may have helped as well. This is what elves should be and not the house elf that the curse created"
Emma had listened very carefully and even understood everything that had been said but still had an unanswered question "why do you have to be older?"
This was it, the BIG one, the young married couple held each other tighter as Hermione took a deep breath and gave her mother the answer she positively didn't want to hear
"The physical and emotional maturity is our bonds way of ensuring that we're ready for the final step. Our magic will negate any and all methods of birth control and the soul bond will be complete when I'm pregnant!"
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Draco Malfoy emerged from the Leaky Cauldron's fireplace and walked through to the back of the pub, tapping the appropriate bricks with his wand he never once looked right or left, Draco was a wizard with a mission!
His father had died last night and while there was a hint of sorrow in his body somewhere, the main emotion coursing through his bloodstream was excitement.
He was now head of house Malfoy and his juvenile mind was reeling with the wonderful possibilities that HIS money and power would supply.
It was still early with only a few shops open as Draco strutted down Diagon Alley but he was unconcerned as his objective came into sight, clearly ready to do business and that was good enough for the self styled Prince of Slytherin.
Draco was wearing his head of house ring that he had removed from Lucius Malfoy's dead finger earlier this morning, his mother was observing wizarding custom and sitting by her dead husband, straight backed while dressed from head to toe in black. She was observing the 24-hour mourning period before the body would be placed in the Malfoy family tomb.
Draco new he was breaking with traditional decorum regarding the deceased but was impatient and knew his mother would refrain from commenting as he removed the ring, she was well aware of where the power now resided.
As Draco passed through the massive doors of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, thoughts of scantily clad young woman at his feet, broom in one hand while his other contained the golden snitch as Potter's broken body lay back there on the pitch.
He swaggered over to the teller "My name is Draco Malfoy and I'm here to claim my inheritance!"
The teller looked at this arrogant young wizard and immediately went into 'being as obstructive as possible' mode, which, while many muggle shop assistants may practice this technique, the goblins were masters of it.
"Do you have any form of identification young master?" asked Skyhook
Draco pompously placed his hand palm down onto Skyhook's desk with his ring clearly visible.
If Draco expected the goblin to get down on his knees and kiss his feet Skyhook's reaction shocked him.
"Mmmm… that ring looks rather large for your finger young master Malfoy!"
Draco was getting angry, yes the ring was large and he had to keep his fingers together or it would slip off but knew the ring would automatically re-size to fit it's owner after the 24-hour mourning period.
He was rapidly loosing his temper but held it in check deciding that now was not the time and definitely not the place.
"Sir, as head of the Malfoy house I respectfully request Gringotts aid with the accession of the Malfoy inheritance. I am aware that the time limit is in breach of etiquette but hope we can overcome the matter of a few hours"
Skyhook was almost smiling now "I'm afraid I'll have to speak to one of my bank's superiors so if you will excuse me I shall not be gone long"
Draco Malfoy was left standing at the counter like a nobody, where was his private room, where were his refreshments while receiving numerous apologies for detaining him?
The bloody goblin just walked away and left him with not even a half arsed 'sorry bout this' someone was going to pay!
Griphook approached the counter "Mr Malfoy, it is my understanding that you wish the accession of the Malfoy inheritance to take place now, is this correct?"
Finally he was getting somewhere, need to get this goblins name so there would be no mistakes next time he came to the bank "yes, immediately!"
"So be it," said Griphook turning to walk away only to be halted by Draco
"Could someone please take me to my vaults?"
Griphook turned back round "you have no vaults, Lucius Malfoy's sworn master was defeated and all his possessions claimed by the victor. All Malfoy money, property and titles now belong to your head of house Lord Gryffindor."
Draco looked at his hand and the ring was gone, he had spent the night mourning his father with some excellent port so had no idea who this Lord Gryffindor was so asked.
Griphook answered "I believe you may know him better as Harry Potter."
Draco lost his head, literally!
At the dreaded name Potter being mentioned he drew his wand and had uttered the first word of the killing curse before his vocal chords were severed.
In a move that left nearly-headless Nick wishing he had a goblin executioner, the nearest guard's sword parted Draco's head from his shoulders and as it rolled across the floor, his headless body collapsed, wand falling out his now dead hand.
The first blood of the second generation had been spilt!
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