White Horse

Summary:Harry is forced to marry Lucius Malfoy as punishment for Draco's demise. With the Dark Lord a mere breathe from killing him, how will Harry cope with his child impending birth, the war, and the mysterious figure plaguing his dreams.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter they are the sole property of Stephanie Meyer/J.K. Rowling and other affiliated companies, nor do I make any money through the usage of said characters.

Pairings:

Brief Pairings:Harry Potter/Lucius Malfoy, Charlie Weasley/Draco Malfoy, Bella Swan/Jacob Black, Jacob Black/Scorpius Malfoy, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale.

Main Pairings:Harry Potter/Emmett Cullen, Nymphadora 'Tonks' Lupin/Remus Lupin, Sanguini/Edward Cullen, Esme Cullen/Carlisle Cullen, Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini, Narcissa Malfoy.

Reviewers:

Webpixie- It means that since Harry is technically heirless his godson would be the next choice in spouse for Lucius. Teddy is still a Black, more so then Harry. Harry would never want anyone to take his place in regards to Lucius.

Laetitia- Everyone has a soulmate; it's a rare and somewhat unnatural occurrence. The more powerful you are the more you and your mate will feel the pull towards mate. Harry is one of the most powerful wizards in the world, and he hasn't even gone through his inheritance. As for Lucius and him, there wont be any love so to speak but they both will have a common thread that will be seen later on as the story progresses. Lucius sees him as a means to an end, its all about control. And what better control over of is there than that of Boy-wh-lived.

Ana- ty very much, love ;D

"Nobody's Home", Avril Lavigne Under My Sin album.

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But I couldn't tell you

Why she felt that way

She felt it everyday

And I couldn't help her

I just watched her make

The same mistakes again

What's wrong, what's wrong now

Too many, too many problems

Don't know where she belongs

Where she belongs

She wants to go home but nobody's home

That's where she lies broken inside

With no place to go, no place to go

To dry her eyes broken inside

Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne

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Chapter Two: Memories: Say it ain't so

After thanking Madam Pompfrey, he slowly made his way back to the tower. He was tired, physically, mentally and emotionally. Right now, the only thing he wanted to do was sink into oblivion and try to put his impending marriage and impregnation. Unfortunately, luck was not on his side he had barely entered the dorm when his housemates accosted him over the newest Daily Prophet.

Fears swelled inside of him at the thought that perhaps Malfoy had announced their engagement to the world, or worst his role in his only heir death.

"Harry, I am so sorry." A teary-eyed Parvati Patil said before falling into the arm of her best friend Lavender who also sent him an apologetic look.

Wha-What? He thought as he stared at them in confusion.

"Here mate." Seamus said as he forced the Prophet underneath his nose.

SIRIUS BLACK INNOCENT! THE DARK LORDS RETURN! MINISTRY INCOMPETENCE!

Read the headline, it went on to talk about the night of his parents murder as well as the long lost will that left him in the care of Sirius next of kin, Andromeda or to be raised by either his Great-Aunt Lady Longbottom or his Godmother Minerva McGonagall. His features tightened at that, he noticed Dumbledore's name was not mentioned. He couldn't help but to wonder what the sneaky git had to do to avoid that embarrassment.

Sneaky bastard, he thought mutinously.

The next two articles spoke of the mysterious disappearances and death of Ministry employees, muggles and other's that was now being as crimes committed by the Dark Lord. He was quiet pleased when he read that Fudge was facing a Wizengamot inquiry in regard to his undersecretary usage of blood quills, and his role in the slanderous propaganda against the boy-who-lived. What did surprise him was the source of the inquires, Percy Krum nee Weasley had turned coattail on the Ministry once he discovered his actions.

Harry felt his jaw falls down in shock at that. Percy and Viktor although there was that one time during the ball that Hermione had lost Viktoralong the grooves and Harry had came upon him and Percy. He had put it behind his mind at the time, but now that he thought about it. Like really thought about it, they were both pretty disheveled and red.

"I know, I can't believe it either." Seamus said with a grin, it slightly faltering at the bewildered look Harry gave hmmm.

"Bloody hell, I wonder if Hermione saw the paper."

"She did." A fourth year happily answered. "Her face looked so red, we all thought she was going to explode."

The rest of the house snickered at Hermione's predicament.

The heavily pregnant Krum accosted the Minister with a shoe, beating him quiet badly into several Aurors came to his rescue. One auror stunned Wood and was immediately fired afterwards due to his assault on a foreign delegates spouse and unborn heir.

'Oh my sweet Lord…Percy and the baby.'

He read on to discover that both Percy and his unborn daughter were doing fine and were set to be released after the inquires were made. His husband renowned seeker for the Bulgarian Quidditch team severely destroyed the attacking Aurors spinal cord. The man would never be able to walk even with the help of magic; Krum had to be pulled away by Kingsley Shacklebot a senor Auror on duty at the time, to keep form killing the man. Something according to the Grievance Clause, he had every right to.

He guess Purebloods really took this whole heir thing seriously, not that he wouldn't either.

"Wow, well thanks I guess I really needed a good laugh. And imaging Fudge getting his arse kicked by a pregnant wizard really made my day." Harry mused aloud, his head and shoulders shaking at the sight of Percy hitting the Minister.

"You don't have to sarcastic." A seventh year snidely remarked.

"Excuse me, when was I sarcastic."

"Just now, when you were talking about the Prophet. We were all apologizing for our behavior not that we need to." She added callously, before flipping her hair back. "Its not as though we are wrong, parselmouth is a dark wizard trait-"

"First of all, get bint. I don't need your false apologies and condolences. Because I know that, the next time the Prophet print something else you will once against accuse me of going Dark." He sneered at the girl, her face turning an unnatural shade of yellow. "Second, Pettigrew was a Gryffindor and he betrayed my parents and his friends. Goes to show you that the house does not define a person, it is their actions or lack of that defines who they are. Finally, third, you can take your racist and bigot ideals and shove them up your arse you callous bitch. Because if you want to go ahead ruin the otherwise happy moment and ruin it for the rest of us, I strongly suggest you shut your mouth."

The girl burst into tears and ran by him towards the Towers entrance. In her embarrassment she ran into Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, three people eh very much didn't want to speak to.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron shrieked as he rubbed his now bruised backside.

Ignoring Hermione's and Ginny shout of outrage, he turned and made his way up the stairs.

"Harry, mate where are you going?"

"To bed Ronald, where else."

Ron cheeks flushed ta his formal address of him before he moved closer and whispered not too discreetly.

"Well we heard the Minster was here, so me and Mione were wondering what you guys spoke about."

Everyone in the dorm listen in on bated breath, Harry stared at them all straining to hear what the Minister had to say to Harry. Looking back to his friends he could barely contain the bile that rose up his chest, they had betrayed him in worst way and frankly Harry was through.

"Why don't you and your pet there go and ask the Headmaster, seeing as you both love so much to report to him my daily happenings."

Everyone gasped aloud at the revelation; Harry rolled his eyes at them before turning to make his way back up the stairs. He did not have the time or patience to waste on such naivety and ignorance.

He felt a hand grasped his, effectively stopping him in his ascend.

"Harry, are you okay." Ginny cautiously asked, staring at him as though he had lost his mind.

"Fuck off." He hissed, ripping his hand away from her grasp. He stormed up the stairs the room slamming shut behind him with a loud bang.

Leaving a crying Ginny, a scowling Ron, and an embarrassed Hermione. Whatever had set off Harry, obviously had to do with his former friends and girlfriend secretly divulging what he told in confidence to the Headmaster. Whoa! They did not want to be on his bad side.

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Harry ignored Ron's questions, Hermione chiding and Ginny teary apologies. He continued to feign sleep, listening in to their hushed conversations. They feared that the death of Sirius was still fresh and that perhaps he needed more space. They even thought about taking their inquires to the Headmaster in hope he would divulge the reason behind this latest episode.

Traitors he snorted. It was a good thing he removed and hid both the cloak and map from them, before the start of the year he buried them in his relative's backyard along with several books on Dark magic. Sighing, Harry resigned himself to another night of restless sleep. Hopefully one that did not include Lucius and their impending brood.

Dream Begin

"Malfoy what are you doing?" Harry asked.

The blonde-haired boy turned to stare at Harry. Gone was his superior, his face was gaunt, his form haggard and in desperate need of sleep.

"Potter how are you?" the blonde asked his chapped lips curving into a broken smile. His lips cracked and he shivered as blood began to pool out of them. Malfoy didn't even bother to wipe the offending liquid away as it ran down his chin.

Harry stared at him in shock he'd been expecting the usual insult like piss off Potter or go and saved your red-head hero.

"Malfoy, you look horrible. Maybe you should see Madam Pompfrey, what's wrong daddy not proud of you anymore." He sneered mockingly to then blonde, as he smiled maliciously at the blonde.

His smile widening further as said blonde flinched and took a step back.

"Potter do you think, do you believe in forgiveness." He suddenly asked.

Harry titled his head to the side at the question, he was totally not expecting that. Shaking his head, he wrinkled his nose in disgust over the blonde's appearance and smell. He smelled dead, as if his body was decaying, gross. His usually well groomed appearance was thrown asunder by his dirt and soiled white locks, dark circles hung ominously under his eyes

"Malfoy what the hell are you talking about? Finally realized that being the pet of the Dark Lord ain't its all cracked up to be."

Harry snorted in disgust in memory of the Dark Lord, how any of them could stand to be near him he'd never know.

"Maybe you should ask daddy to kiss your boobies. Oh wait your dad is in Azkaban, although I heard he just got out, I don't think your Lord is that impressed with your family at the moment."

" Bet a nice crucio or two awaits daddy dearest." He added cruelly.

He watched impassively as Malfoy burst into tears, he threw his body onto Harry and sobbed. Harry was momentarily taken aback by the action, it took him a few seconds to react, by which time Malfoy had somehow gained an even tighter hold on his form. He was practically wrestling Malfoy away from his body, and failing. My God Malfoy looked ready to keel over but he was still stronger then Harry.

"Help me, Potter. Please, I don't want to go back."

He begged him pitifully over and over again, his dead blue eyes stared up at him brokenly as his skeletal like limbs clung onto his robe.

Harry threw Malfoy onto the ground his body twisting and shaking against the cold floor, he stared down at him in a mixture of shock and disgust.

"Ughh, Malfoy your disgusting, go get cleaned up. Unlike you I don't enjoy tormenting the half dead."

With that said, he turned to make his back towards the tower, only for Malfoy to grab his robe.

"Po-Potter, please." He wheezed his eyes threatening to roll over and for him to fall into oblivion or…death.

He kicked Malfoy in the face, and couldn't help the smile that crossed his face at the painful cry he gave. The blonde clinging to his face as blood pulled out from the injury.

Ignoring the blonde's predicament he turned and continued along his way.

"POTTER PLEASE!" he cried out once more.

"Malfoy in your words piss off and go die." Harry yelled over his shoulders, turning the corner he let loose a laugh. Wow, that was exhilarating. He could see why the blonde, his dad, Snape and the others enjoyed it so much. He could not wait until he told Ron, now they both could hold this over that stupid ferret. The filthy toad was finally getting what he deserved, so lost in his thought he didn't notice the mug smile Malfoy threw at his back as he jumped to his death.

Dream End

He flinched harshly as he remembered the broken plead that was sent his way. He had led Draco to his death, unknowingly or not. He knew the boy was in distressed in near his breaking point and he still left him, he should have helped or at least calm him down long enough for a professor to find them. Instead, he laughed at his plight, beat and finally left him to his own to a fate that he could have prevented or prolonged. Like a coward and a bully he ran, he was no better than his uncle and cousin. He, for the first time in his life he felt most alone and subjugated.

Sigh, maybe Snape was right –shudder- perhaps he truly was like his father. Mistreating and bullying another just because they were different, ideals and beliefs. Wasn't that the same reason that his "Family" abused and tormented him, because he was an unnatural, a freak.

He deserved this fate, and he now resigned to it. If by lying with Malfoy, giving him his heirs, and loving that child was the only way he could repent, then he would. He would carry out his duties, and fulfill them. And although his heart would bleed with each step he took, he swore to love any child he bore the man. He would never allow any of his children to feel alone and unloved to the point he or she would choose to take their own life. He would let them know that they always had a choice, a choice that he would always accept and support unconditionally.

He rubbed his belly unconsciously, his mind already beginning to form the appearance of his child. Ugghh, their child he groaned inwardly. Probably would have Lucius's blonde-silver hair, he mused absently.

He snickered, as an amusing thought crossed his mind. He bet Lucius would have a heart attack if the kid inherited his family wild and uncontrollable rat nest of a hair. Ohhh, he would love to see Lucius struggle to control it; Harry himself had tried everything and used anything to control his hair to no avail. Even that extra hold gunk Hermione used on her curls would not work, hence the length. It gave him a just-out-of-bed look, something Blaisé Zabini had told him made him even more fuck-able.

Enough baby thoughts or how he and Malfoy would struggle to control their unborn (soon-to-be-consummated, according to Malfoy .) rat nest. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he felt a jolt that caused to him stumbled to his feet from his bed, his form shaking warily at the onslaught.

Things were quiet on the Dark Lord front, the man-err creature was impossibly happily, his whole was in glee. Harry had an unsettling feeling that his current predicament was the reason for his current state of bliss. What else was better than seeing your long hated enemy, being forced to wed and bed your most loyal supporter. He wouldn't be too surprised if the Dark Lord decided to pay him a visit when he was pregnant just to laugh at his predicament.

And her feeling she hides

Her dream she can't find

She's losing her mind

She's fallen behind

And she can't find her place

She's losing her faith

She's fallen from grace

She's all over the place (place)

Yeah (yeah) oh..oh...

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"Lucius are you insane-" Severus calmly began. "-HARRY-FREAKING-POTTER!"

"Severus I happen to know just who my fiancé is. There is no need for such a theatrical reminder." He drawled contemptuously, as he swirled his glass before taking a sip. Savoring the rich and sweet flavor, young barely two decades old but succulent nonetheless.

Severus stared at his friend, not to surprise by this latest move. Lucius was cunning, sneaky and unscrupulous. He saw an opening and took it, he had no problems carrying out the deeds consequences be damned. And unfortunately for Potter he was just the opening Lucius need to cement his aspirations.

By no means, did Lucius desire to take the reign of the Dark Lord, he found the whole thing to be too much of a hassle and the side effects were downright revolting. Lucius had barley been able to contain his revulsion at the Dark Lord's reptilian like appearance. Malfoywere above all the pinnacle of Purity, their appearances perfected. Absolute power was not something Lucius cared for if he ended up looking like some kind of hybrid.

So if he couldn't be the one in power, the least he could do was manipulate the one who did hold all the power. Thus, the ingenuity of his plan, Albus should have really thought this arrangement through. He had warned him that a man like Lucius was not one to be taken advantage; he was the one who took advantage of you.

Potter was the heir to several ancestral Pureblood lines, all of which would fall under Lucius's control once they were married. That was of course if Potter did not in enact the Marriage without Manus law. According to the ancient law Lucius would receive a sizable dowry that would be left for any children sired between them, whilst Harry remain "Mistress" of all his belongings, be they materialistic like vaults, properties, companies, etc as well as his personal items. Unfortunately, for the poor boy, his muggle upbringings ad the Headmaster muffling ways had ruined any shot the boy had of a proper Pureblood upbringing. He knew that once they were married that Lucius planned to grant him several privileges, but he would hold all the power.

As of now, Potter still had time to gain some kind of freedom from the Headmaster, seeing as neither he nor his parents named him his guardian. Leaving Potter in a legal loophole, Dumbledore was only acting under the Guardianship Clause, his actions as of late held disastrous and potentially dangerous consequences. If either he or Fudge were found out, they both would face several charges including child neglect, conspiracy to harm a minor, and the list went on. They both would face several if not hundreds of years behind Azkaban. Hmm, he did have a manuscript at Spinners End it had quite the in regards to Pureblood marriage laws, Guardianship's, Emancipation's, etc.

He turned his attention back to his friend; Lucius was staring at him in suspicion. He may not be as cunning as Lucius, but he did know is way in and out in this chess board. With Lucius, one had to be quite reticent with their feelings; the man would strike at any sign of weakness or hesitance. Mastery over Occlumency and Legilimency did not leave him completely insentient that was something he had to learn rather quickly to survive, spying had quite the

"Lucius you've done some pretty stupid stuff, but this, this takes the cake."

"And what would you expect me to do Severus it was Mr. Potter's actions or lack thereof that led to death of my only son." He reminded him in that superior and condescending tone.

"Do you even care about Draco or what happened to him?" Severus asked, knowing to well the answer to his half-hearted inquiry. Hanging with Lucius was becoming quiet detrimental to his health.

"Of course I do. Draco was my heir; he was to continue the family line. I must say that boy finally proved his usage, now thanks to him I have Potter right where I want him." Lucius droned on in a haughty manner.

Severus snorted at Lucius callous response. "And where is that Lucius."

"In my bed, belly full of my heirs. Ahh! What better revenge against that irritating half-blood." He answered nonchalantly.

Severus downed his drink, God he was starting to feel even worst for Potter. No one deserved that fate, he knew just how callous Lucius could be to his lovers sure they felt pleasure and reach completion but the means he employed were downright perverse and depilating to ones health. Those he unfortunately had to treat were usually empty shells, barely breathing or even living. He shuddered in memory.

"Was that all he was to you Lucius a means to an end. I know Narcissa must not be too pleased with just where Draco's death places her. But surely even you…"

"What cared about him? Lucius let out a laugh at his friend. "Severus my dear, dear, dear friend you let your emotions run away with you to easily."

"Excuse me for actually giving a damn about my Godson." Serverus snidely replied.

"Oh calm yourself; Harry will give you all the Godchildren you want. And as for Narcissa I am quite sure that she will bounce back onto her feet. She always does." He mused absently as he continued to nurse his drink.

"Now enough talks about death and love, I am in need of your assistance with a small task."

"Tell me would that task involved our dear Lord and young Mr. Potter. Speaking of our lord, how did he take the news of your pending nuptials?"

"He was not pleased to say the least, but he understood my need for retribution. As long as I remember to kill Potter after he births my heir, he very much desires to see the memory of Potter dying knowing that he will never see his child. He has ordered that any newborn child be it male or female is to be branded, to ensure loyalties."

Severus stared at Lucius in shock at this newest order. The Dark Lord was truly mad, such a spell could permanently damage a child if not kill them.

"Already sixteen families have disappeared to parts unknown, and those that are left or thankfully infertile. Although Avery's new wife present their son to him, needless to say the infant died a night ago. The poor thing was plagued by a depilating fever, before his heart gave out on him." Lucius drawled in a bored tone, flicking invisible dirt off his robe.

"Although I am quite pleased with the turn of events, Potter is being quiet egregious towards the Headmaster."

"And who knows perhaps his Gryffindor temper will make our bedroom actions that more fiery and exciting." He added with a perverse leer.

"But Potter, seriously Lucius the boy is uncouth, stubborn. Has a tenacity for-" Severus tried to argue to no avail, the man was deep set on taking Potter as his spouse.

"Severus don't be so, so inept. Do you truly think that I have the time to play such childish games, if the boy becomes enamored with me, perfect. Nevertheless, I have no interest allowing myself to fall under such a spell it leaves one too weak, too dependent." Lucius said as he shuddered in revulsion at such a liability.

"Potter is so pensive; he will believe anything I tell him at the moment. Afterall I am the only one he can truly trust, his dear Headmaster lied and betrayed him and he does not know if his friends can be trusted. " Lucius added with that smug look across his face.

Lucius truly did not know the ramifications his liaison with Potter would bring him; Potter was not particularly impartial of his distrust of those in power. Being married to Malfoywould mean he would be dominated and no longer have control. Potter would fight and rebel against Lucius. Oh, he could barely contain his mirth at that impending battle.

"Do you truly think that such a thing would be enough to gain Potter's trust?"

"Severus, Severus." Lucius tutted in that bored imperial tone. "I was able to insinuate myself within the inner circle, within months of meeting the Dark Lord. I hardly think gaining the trust of an adolescent will be that much different or difficult for that manner.

"Therefore, I would very much like it if you kept your distance. Severus I would very much not have to harm you, seriously. You are far too soft for this type of game." He added maliciously, his tone barely belying the not so hidden threat. "I rather enjoy Harry's lack of control he is completely incumbent in his sense of justice. My only hope is that the boy stops that infernal walloping of his, such stress will not due if I am to impregnated immediately after our nuptials. I need the boy to be completely complacent. On that note, Severus the potions I requested."

"Have been delivered per order, I sent you some calming droughts and some sleeping sedatives to make the boy more compliant with your demands as well as a mild aphrodisiac." Severus paused as if in thought, before taking a long sip from his goblet. "I suggest you slip a drop into the boy's drink, you need him to be aroused for the droughts to work."

"Excellent." Lucius smirked malevolently as he clasped his fingers together.

"I must warn you though not to overdue the aphrodisiac, it may cause the boy to go into shock and even become infertile." He added warningly, knowing to well that Lucius would disregard the order and attempt to give the boy the entirety of the vial. "As well as enough pregnancy inducing philter to impregnate two-thirds of London, if that doesn't give you your desired heir then clearly you are-"

"Severus, if you know what's good for you, you will not finish that sentence. How was I to know all that impeding had practically left Narcissabarren." Lucius hissed through narrow eyes, he would not allow his vitality to be questioned nor mocked. Especially not by the likes of Severus, he was a Malfoy; he was the epitome of masculinity. Potter would not leave their marital bed into he his belly was swollen with his child, he swore venomously. That out to wipe that smile disappear from his face.

"That does seem quite plausible, but I did warn you of the consequences. You can either listen or ignore them. It is entirely your choice; I know how you do love choices Lucius." Severus added with a shrug of his shoulder, his features ghosting in doubt.

He didn't doubt that Lucius would ensnare Potter, instead he was worried that like himself he would find himself enamored with the boy. Potter had the ability to get under one skin; he didn't know what it was about the boy that made him so, delicious. Even the Dark Lord had a perverse interest in desecrating the boy corpse, necrophilia freak. Lucius didn't know what he was getting into his fastidious plan would all come crumbling down the moment Potter gained an upper hand, the boy was a lot of things but stupid wasn't one of them.

"Very well, I assume this visit is concluded."

"Severus you are making this get together between two old friends so clandestine." Lucius chided in mock hurt.

Ignoring Lucius feign look of heartbreak he laid his half-empty glass on the conjured table, before making his way towards the door. Reaching for the doorknob, he paused in his exit at the warning Lucius threw at him.

"Oh, Severus do remember my warning."

Severus merely nodded his head in response before making his way out of the room. The sooner the Dark Lord died, the sooner Potter was no longer obligated to this world and all its cons. He was so lost in thought he did not notice the twin blonde-haired persons that overheard the conversation.

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I know Percy and Viktor are the strangest couple, but damn it I just had to do it. Oh how did you like the chapter, yes our boy wonder sunk to the level of Malfoy. Reviews, reviews, make me happy. Me happy means quicker updates, think about it.

A philteris a potion designed to enchant or charm the drinker. In this case, pregnancies inducing potions double the fertilityof both the carrier and in some cases the sire. It is rarely used unless one has some fertility problems, as is the case of both Lucius and Narcissa. Narcissa family is so inbreeded that pregnancies with other wizards are virtually impossible. Whereas Lucius ignored his magical creature inheritance, and therefore his mate making it difficult impregnate another. But not completely impossible as opposed to his ex-wife condition.

The law used in this chapter was about women and marriages in Ancient Rome, I decided to use this as a basis to Pureblood laws. Seeing, as their laws are quiet ancient there are bound to be similarities between them and muggle ancient laws.

When Rome became the master state of the Mediterranean world, and especially during the last century of the republic, woman, aside from a few slight limitations of form rather than of substance, had already acquired legal and economic independence, the condition necessary for social and moral equality.

Marriage without Manus: Marriage without manus, in which only the dower became the property of the husband, whilst the wife remained mistress of all her other belongings and all that she might acquire. Except in some cases, and for special reasons, in all the families of the aristocracy, by common consent, marriages, during the last centuries of the republic, were contracted in the later form; so that at that time married women directly and openly had gained economic independence.

Marriage with Manus: marriage with manus, the older form, in which all the goods of the wife passed to the ownership of the husband, so that she could no longer possess anything in her own name.

Guardianship Clause, another of my made up clauses ahahaha! According to the clause, orphaned Half-bloods and/or Purebloods are to be educated according to lure. If they have no living relatives, they become the ward of the Ministry. Seeing, as Potter's relatives were muggle, his education fell onto the Ministry. They had to find a suitable magical guardian to teach him their ways, said guardian would receive a small pittance for his/her effort. The Headmaster had gained control of the Potter Vaults, but he was not permitted access to the other Vaults that were left in Harry's name. Even the Black Vaults were closed off to the Headmaster; he needed the blood of the heir willingly to gain access. It was no wonder the Headmaster did not even bother, asking Harry for his blood now especially after the whole Dark Lord rebirth thing would only put him at odds with the youth. If Harry had been brought up correctly, he would then be allowed to choose his own Guardian. His ignorance allowed the Headmaster to gain control and to create various contracts, including the one between him and Lucius. Although, the Black family those have a contract with the Malfoy but Harry as the heir to the house appointed Guardian would and could null the contract.

Guardianship: During the same period, indirectly, and by means of juridical evasions, this independence was also won by unmarried women, who, according to ancient laws, ought to have remained all their lives under a guardian, either selected by the father in his will or appointed by the law in default of such selection. To get around this difficulty, the fertile and subtle imagination of the jurists invented first the tutor optivus, permitting the father, instead of naming his daughter's guardian in his will, to leave her free to choose one general guardian or several, according to the business in hand, or even to change that official as many times as she wished. To give the woman means to change her legitimate guardian at pleasure, if her father had provided none by will, there was invented the tutor cessicius, thereby allowing the transmission of a legal guardianship. However, though all restrictions imposed upon the liberty of the unmarried woman by the institution of tutelage disappeared, one limitation continued in force - she could not make a will.