The Contract

Chapter Twenty Five – Lucius’ Will





The day before the Hogwarts Express was set to pull out of King’s Cross, Draco had to return to Gringotts to review the Last Will and Testament of his father. He asked that both Severus and Arthur join him. Remus went to St. Mungo’s for a bit while they passed through to the Leaky Cauldron.



The two men, Draco noticed, chatted amiably while they walked to the old doors of the bank. With a sigh, an elf opened it and they entered. Telling the teller the reason for their visit, they were escorted into one of the conference rooms to wait on the solicitors and bank manager.



Once settled, the meeting began. Mr. Marchbooks, of the Eagle Solicitation firm pulled the parchment and cleared his throat before reading. "This Last Will and Testament is to be read only to Draco Malfoy. Please excuse us."



"I wish them to stay, he looked to the two men who were both almost standing. Please, I need someone here."



"It is all yours. Are you sure you wish them to hear your father's words that are meant only for you to know?"



"Yes, Sir. I am certain that I can trust these men to keep my secrets." Draco replied.



"Well then, shall we proceed?"



“This will be the final reading of the Last Will and Testament of Lucius Draconis Malfoy. His death being verified through the Ministry of Magic has left the following:



For my heir, Draco, I leave our entire fortune. The Malfoy vaults, and the Black trust your mother brought with her to our marriage, all properties and possessions, as listed separately are to be yours, set as a separate estate in the event you marry.



I can only assume that since you are having this read, that I am, in fact, dead. I know I have always been very hard on you, but there were reasons. In the event that this has happened before your seventeenth birthday, please see page 22 for details of your inheritance. If this is after your seventeenth birthday, you have been gifted with the one thing I wanted to see, Harry James Potter as your personal servant and toy.



James Potter and I were on the battlefield the year Harry Potter was to be born. They knew it was a boy, and as I had already had you, I knew what was to be done. The prophecy clearly states that Harry Potter would be the one to destroy the Dark Lord. He would have amazing magical power and intelligence. I set about to set up James Potter for a Wizard’s Debt, that would be repaid with his son. I had help that day, in the form of Albus Dumbledore. That Wizard is the best strategist I have ever had the irritation to meet.



On the battlefield, I had Bellatrix fire off a spell at James Potter, which I deflected. I deflected it with my body when I knocked him out of the way. I then stunned Bella. The hex was rather painful, but I held on bravely waiting for it to all end. The war ended that day, but the Debt remained.



I waited until closer to the birth of his child to claim it. We met for drinks and discussed what I expected. I told him only what he needed to know. If the Dark Lord killed the Potters, Harry would be reared by his Muggle Aunt and Uncle, learning servitude. If they were not killed, Harry would have regular lessons with Albus Dumbledore to learn the finer things in life, such as how not to embarrass a Malfoy during a social setting.



He would also learn the theory behind your pleasure. I swore that he would be the ultimate vessel to carry your child, even at the age of seventeen. One child with the Potters is worth ten with anyone else. They had a great magical power about them and I had no doubts that Little Harry would have them as well.



The pleasurable lessons were to be given by Remus Lupin, under the supervision of Dumbledore. Then Albus agreed to Obliviate these sessions. This was why Remus has remained silent regarding his Godson’s training. Although Albus definitely had the better part of the agreement, the disciplinary training would fall to me if either refused. I was disappointed when I realized that Remus had agreed.





There was a silence around the table as he finished the last paragraph. Severus Snape was shaking with fury, while Arthur was white with disappointment. The two men, that Harry trusted more than even those sitting in this room, had trained him to be a slave to Draco Malfoy for a Wizard’s Debt that did not even exist.



“Severus, Mr. Weasley, would you excuse us for a few moments?” The older men left the room to wait outside. Once the door closed, Draco turned to the Goblin, “So, at this moment, what is my net worth? Money only, please, do not include properties.” Draco asked the Goblin.



“The vaults are worth approximately Five Hundred Million Galleons. If you wonder, that is approximately Two Billion Five Hundred Thousand Pounds on the Muggle world. Of course, that is before interest. Would you like the current value of the various homes and properties?”



Nodding, but unable to say anything, Draco agreed to the knowledge. “You have eighteen homes around the world, this figure does not include flats, apartments, or stores. The total number of those would be approximately one in each capital city throughout the world. That current total is approximately ab additional one to two hundred million Galleons in real estate.



“You have farms and animals, which are tended to by over a thousand elves and wizards in the general area. Your annual income from these is an average of fifty million galleons. You own a Potions farm in the southern tip of England in Land’s End, which produce almost fifteen percent of that total income. Shall I go on?”



“No, I have it. Now, tell me, where do I rank on the World’s Richest Wizarding poll?”



“Second only to Harry James Potter, but the exact amounts cannot be disclosed to you as he does not come into his inheritance until his eighteenth birthday, depending on several variables. His mother was a Muggleborn, you know.” Draco nodded. “But her family was very wealthy. Her sister didn’t inherit any of it, of course, but the Evans were extremely wealthy in their own right. Additionally, he inherited the bulk of the Black Estate. He receives additional estates every week since the defeat of the Dark Lord. If a Wizard dies without family, that family fortune and possessions are put into trust for Mr. Potter. So the amount grows exponentially every year.”





Draco thought about this for a few moments, "Why does Harry receive those estates?"



"It was a law enacted by the Wizardgamut almost seventeen years ago. I believe that Albus Dumbledore sponsored that law. I must admit, however, that I did not imagine it to be quite so lucrative for Mr. Dumbledore."



"Lucrative?"



"Yes, Lord Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore is not only Mr. Potter's guardian, he is also the account executor. If something were to happen to Mr. Potter, or he become incapacited in some way, then Mr. Dumbledore would stand to inherit the entire estate."



Draco sat for a moment, putting pieces quietly together. There was so much more that he must find out. "Thank you for your help. I will not reveal this information to anyone."



"Do as you think best. I believe that you will do whatever is necessary to insure that your children are provided for. If these are Mr. Potter's, you may find that your life will be in more danger than his."





Mentally going over what he had been told, Draco said “Thank you for your time and information.”





“Will there be anything else today?”



“I wish to set up several accounts and put one million Galleons in each. For Arthur and Molly Weasley, one account. For Remus Lupin, one account with the same amount. One should be set up for Severus Snape as well. When asked where the money came from, they are to be told that Lucius Malfoy set it up for them as a way of thanking them for taking care of Harry Potter prior to the Contract. Can you do this for me?”



The manager looked at the young man appraisingly, “Why would you do this?”



“Because I can. Someday the Black, Potter, and Malfoy vaults may be joined and I want to be sure that the people who helped most are rewarded properly.” The goblin nodded.



“How long have you been with your child?”



Draco stared at him in wonder. “About a month now. I am sick quite often. But I won’t go see a medi-witch until I get back to school.”



“I will send you a potion recipe that the Goblins have used for centuries for our bonded while carrying our young. It will help with all of the symptoms.”



“Err… thank you? I mean, of course, I would appreciate any help in that regard. Can you set up the accounts and owl the new owners of the existence of them after the Hogwart’s Express pulls out of King’s Cross tomorrow?”



The Goblin crossed his arms. “I would be honored to assist you in anything you choose. Have you purchased your robes that will be adjustable as you grow?”



“Why are you so curious about my pregnancy?” Draco asked exasperatedly.



“We love our young. We may be hard taskmasters in the bank, but our Horde is quite loving. I do not believe you have ever experienced that before, have you?”



Draco knelt so he would be eye to eye with the creature, “No, I haven’t. Well not by my parents. But once, I knew what love could be and it was wonderful. I will take care of this child. I promise.”



With a nod, the Goblin agreed to do as asked and promised to send him letters at Hogwart's that had nothing to do with banking.



The meeting closed and Draco could not leave the bank fast enough. Although once outside, he did lose what little breakfast he had managed to eat.



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After lunch, Remus joined them again. He would not speak of Harry or the visit to St. Mungo’s and no one spoke of his role in Harry’s training. Draco was sure Severus would deal with it privately.



He asked if the three men would join him at the Manor to retrieve some things left behind. They agreed and using the Floo at the Leaky Cauldron, arrived in the Manor a few minutes later.







There was a horrible smell. Draco vomited and was unable to journey farther into the house. Remus and Severus, with wands raised, made their way through the house. The smell stemmed It was the Dining Room. It had not been cleaned since the night Lucius had returned home: Food, molded and growing lay in waste on the table of broken dishes and cutlery. Remus stared at it for a moment before realizing that there was something else.



Dobby was in the center of the table with Harry’s wand driven straight through his heart.



They walked closer, the smell radiating in waves from the table area. They stepped on broken glass and looked closer. Dobby wore an expression of terror, his eyes wide open and mouth set in pain. “How long?”



“Since the night Lucius was arrested, I assume. Come, we must notify the Aurors.”



Returning to the foyer, Arthur and Draco were told what they had found. “I believe that the House Elves would not have cleaned that mess either in the hopes of Lucius being found guilty with the evidence, or because it was one of their own. Either way, we know why Dobby did not return that night. I need to call the Aurors.”



“I thought they had already come out.” Draco said to Arthur.



He clapped a hand on Draco’s shoulder, “No, they could not get in until the Will was read and you invited them personally. The wards surrounding the Manor are strange on their best day.” Draco nodded and suddenly felt light headed.



Severus returned and picked him up, taking him through to the parlor and laying him gently on the couch. Conjuring a cool flannel, he asked, “How far along are you?”



“Does everyone know?”



With a smile, Severus answered. “Actually, anyone who heard your declaration to your father assumed you were saying that to make him angry. I have watched you in the past few days be sick when you would never have before. Two and two always equals four.”



Moving the flannel from his eyes, he snorted, “In this case, one plus one equals three.” Severus patted his arm, asked that he stay put and they would come get him after the dining room was cleaned properly.



Draco fell into a troubled sleep. He dreamed of a hard purpling cock with fluid around the head, of green eyes full of laughter, of incredible happiness, and finally, just before he woke, he dreamed of strong tanned arms holding him close once again while he slept.