Bring Me Draco

Amy was tired of feeling caged and captive; she'd had enough of that throughout her life. Stepping out the door she felt like a stroll in the garden. Her hair was down, flowing with a gentle breeze as she walked through the rows of flowers. Her fingers brushed over a beautiful crimson rose, fully bloomed. Bending a little she took a whiff of its fragrant scent.

As he crouched down behind one of the trees in the forest, he was thinking of the best time to grab her and disappear.His mistress would love him again if he brought back Potter's tigress, and he would show Lucius that he is still worthy of Mistress Padfoot’s followers.

Taking a deep whiff, she smiled at the scent. Reaching for the stem she pricked her finger on a thorn. Cursing softly she quickly raised the stuck digit to her mouth. Heaving a sigh at her lack of grace, she finally removed the rose from the bush. Glancing around, she thought about assembling a bouquet, maybe a sunny pretty one for Ginny.

Moving silently he came towards her, thinking ‘this is the right time, while she's distracted.' He saw her bending lower to pick another rose, when he appeared in front of this beautiful woman.
He didn't give her time to run, or to yell. He pulled her and threw her over his shoulder and disappeared. The flowers barely had time to fall to the ground, along with a note, when they reappeared at the gates of the castle where he lived. He was going to be his Mistress' favorite play toy again. Walking up to the castle with an evil smile on his face, he thought ‘oh yes Lucius. I will be her favorite again.'

Flailing and screaming after she was grabbed, she felt them disapparate. Trying to squirm from his grasp she looked up and saw the massive castle. "Y-...you've brought me to HER," she nearly growled out. She couldn't believe this was happening.

Putting his prize down on her feet, he looked at her. He looked like he was thinking, but he had to learn how to do spells without speaking them. He put a spell on her so she couldn't turn into
her animagus form, he didn't feel like dying. He already lost his tongue to Draco's whore. He grabbed her arm and started pulling her towards the castle. Although she tried to pull and resist, he wouldn't let go, until she was inside, and in front of Mistress Padfoot. Maybe his Mistress will reward him tonight. He may not have a tongue, but his cock worked just fine.

Feeling the spells wash over her, she turned and growled. She was bound, gagged and couldn't turn into her animagus form. This wasn't going to be good at all. Walking into the castle, many people gasped and talked as she walked past. She wondered just how many knew what she was and WHO she was. Tugging at the bindings,
she vowed silently to get back at all of them. She had done nothing to any of them.

Blaise walked past one of the guards just inside the entrance to the castle. He stopped and wrote down that he had to see Mistress Padfoot, he had something for her. The guard looked up and saw Amy; he had a pretty good idea what the Mistress would do with a woman like that. So the guard smiled and waved Blaise and Amy ahead.

Blaise saw a couple of red heads, and thought they could help him communicate with their Mistress. Blaise pushed Amy into one of the chairs, and pointed at her, meaning for her to stay. He only smiled when Amy stuck her tongue out and tried to flip him off.

Sitting down in the chair, she wanted to jump up and rip all their heads off. But she was bound and couldn't. Heaving a soft sigh, she wondered why they wanted her and what they planned on doing with her. Shivering softly she felt chilled in the room, she was wearing a thin dress that warm evening.

Blaise walked back over to Amy with a couple of red head twins. She heard one of them say, "This is Harry's animagus, cool, she's hot." The other twin looked at her and asked, "Do you know my brother, Ron? You know he had a chance to come with us, but he chose that BRAT Potter, and married the mud blood."

Blaise pulled Amy up by her hair, and motioned for her to walk ahead of him, and behind the twins. He was taking her to his Mistress now. Mistress Padfoot and Lucius were in the throne room talking to Nyx when Blaise walked in with a canary eating grin on his face. He heard her say," Blaise what is the meaning of this, and who is this morsel?"

Her eyes narrowed at the twins. Though she found them handsome, she hated that they sided with the Mistress instead of her Master Harry. Giving a soft cry as she was pulled up by her hair, she made a note to get even with him later. Walking with them she glared at everyone until she saw the Mistress. She was beautiful. No wonder she had so many followers.

Blaise bowed low to his Mistress, and allowed the twins to talk for him.

"My mistress, sorry for the interruption, but Blaise has brought you Potter's animagus. He would have brought the fox that ripped out his tongue, but she was with Draco."

Lucius looked at Blaise with a raised brow, "Do you honestly think you can get back in good graces by bringing her here?"

Blaise lifted his head to his Mistress to gauge her expression. When she smiled, Blaise showed his teeth to Lucius, as if to growl out, FUCK YOU!

Lucius isn't a man to piss off, but now he knows that his Love will want to keep Blaise around, along with Potter’s protector.

Standing still as the words were exchanged around her she wondered what Harry was going to do when he found out that she was missing. Fidgeting with her hands a little, she felt the bindings starting to rub her skin raw. What were they going to do with her?!

Mistress Padfoot looked at Amy, she saw the girl being fidgety. "So you’re Potter’s protector? Who will protect you?
Blaise my angel, take her to my private room, and stay there until I get done here."

Blaise looked very pleased with himself as he looked at his Mistress. "You will be rewarded very handsomely for this.
You did very well. I wonder why no one else has thought about doing this.”

Mistress Padfoot looked at the twins, and even at Lucius. Wondering why he hadn't ordered it, before Blaise could
think about doing it all his own. Yes, he will get a very pleasurable reward.

It wasn't long after the second meeting with Nyx that Mistress Padfoot waltzed into her bedroom. The sight of Amy was very intoxicating. Mistress Padfoot walked over to Blaise and kissed him very gently on the lips, and then she turned her attention to Amy.

"What is your name? If I find you interesting enough, Potter may never get you back." Mistress Padfoot laughed lightly, and then skimmed her fingers over Amy's cheek. She could tell Amy didn't like the touch, but she would get used to it, Mistress would make sure of it.

Shuddering softly at the feeling of the Mistress’ fingertips along her cheek, she shook her head and bit a little into the invisible gag that been spelled into her mouth earlier. Tugging at the bindings she wondered what the Mistress' plan was for her.


Blaise lifted the gag, so Amy could answer his Mistress. He noticed the look on Amy's pretty little face. He knew that Mistress Padfoot would have fun with Amy, because she liked people who gave her a challenge.


Swallowing hard and licking her lips as the gag was removed she turned and growled at them both. "Just wait until my Master gets his hands on you." She hated being a prisoner and she especially hated that this Mistress had killed Albus. But, there was something about that woman, it was, appeal. She was attracted to Mistress Padfoot.


"You have no master now. As for Albus, there are things I could tell you about that man, which could freeze your beautiful soul." Mistress Padfoot leaned down to whisper in Amy's ear." I could give you a lot of things you've only dreamt about. I have many companions, I have a lot of money; I could do a lot of things for you. What is your name? I could call you Belle. You are a beauty. Blaise did very well, you are a prize. Of course I may even keep you for myself. I never had a 'girlfriend' before." Mistress Padfoot sat across from Amy, and motioned for Blaise to join her on the sofa.

Shaking her head firmly she tugged at the bindings a little more, but she shivered a little at the whisper in her ear. "Albus is dead because of you and Harry will ALWAYS be MY master. I don't want your offers; I want to go back to my Master." Turning to glare at Blaise she growled at him. "No wonder she ripped your tongue out, but keep me here, and worse will happen." Turning to look back at the Mistress she shook her head. "You may have captured me, but you will NEVER have all of me"

"ALBUS WAS A FREAK, A DIRTY OLD MAN!” Mistress yelled at Amy. "As for having all of you, who cares about that, we have you, which is all that counts. I didn't kill him, a very good friend of mine did. Trust me when I say, if Albus would have known you were an animagus, he wouldn't have given you to Harry; he would have kept a young beauty for himself. I just merely used what he taught me to get my way, now look what I have." Mistress finished, running
her fingers through Blaise’s hair. He looked almost orgasmic while she ran the blood red tips through his black silk locks.

"You have a group of lovers who follow you faithfully and I'm not some beauty that should be fought over." Her temper, anger and voice were up as she spoke. "You know NOTHING about Albus. He was powerful and brilliant," she said as she stood up, trying to make her way out of the room. She didn't want to be there anymore.

Mistress Padfoot pulled a little of Blaise’s hair, he knew what she wanted. He got up from his position and forcibly grabbed Amy, and threw her into a chair, and tied her to it. Mistress Padfoot gracefully got up and started pacing. "Would you like proof about Albus? Since we have all day and it's still early, I will tell you, I can even have Severus bring in his pensieve for you. He has all of my younger memories from age 13- 19, to when I finally had him murdered. I can show you Belle, would you like to see your saintly Albus in action?”

Giving a soft cry as she was grabbed harshly and tied to the chair she struggled within the bindings. She hated being captive. All she had wanted was a walk in the garden. Her eyes narrowed at Mistress Padfoot. "I'm NOT Belle," she hissed out slowly. "If it will make you feel better," she said, struggling at the bindings a little more.

"If you are not Belle, then what is your name? Blaise go find Severus, I want my pensieve."

Heaving a soft sigh she hung her head a little. "Amy, Amy Clearwater." She knew that her name hadn't been heard of or from in years.

Mistress Padfoot waited until Blaise left to finish. "I will not keep you long Amy, but until Potter contacts me, you will stay here in my room. Of course you will be free to roam this side of the castle, and the gardens, but I will warnyou, the castle will be charmed so you cannot disapparate, or run away. You will not even be able to change into your tiger." Mistress conjured another bed, and got rid of the bindings. “I really wished your name would have been Belle, it suits a beauty like yourself."

Rubbing her sore wrists a little, she turned to look at the Mistress. "How will Harry know that you even have me?" It wasn't that she doubted Harry's intelligence, but he would also think that Voldemort had her. "And why are you being so nice as to let me roam?"

"Blaise told me he wrote a note, and he left it where he took you. What is your favorite color? As for letting you roam, the charm will kill you if you go out of bounds." Mistress sat down again, this time she had a cup of coffee. "If you want something, you will have to get it, I play servant to no one, but my Lucius." Mistress saw Amy's face;it was serious, hurt, sad, and lovely all at once. So she thought, ' I know Albus would have done the same thing to her.'

Nodding slowly to acknowledge that she understood the boundaries and the fact that Blaise had left a note she tenderly rubbed her wrists a bit more. "I have no wand," she said softly. "I can't conjure or summon, so I will need help." She avoided telling the Mistress her favorite color because she didn't like the woman and didn't want to tell her something personal.

"Then I guess I could have Charlie help you with little things. I hope you like purple, because that will be the color you will wear at all times, so all my men know that you are a guest, and not to be messed with, as for a wand, I wouldn'ttrust you enough to give a temporary." Mistress Padfoot called for Charlie to come to her room. A few moments later, a very gorgeous, god-like man knocked on the door. As Mistress opened her door, Charlie bowed, "How may I pleasure my mistress?" Mistress cocked a brow, "Amy is a guest, I would like for you to show her around, and help her with some things."

Rubbing her wrists still, she nodded slowly to the woman. Looking up as she heard the knock at the door she watched it open to reveal a stunning Adonis with red hair. Her jaw dropped as her former classmate stood in front of her. "Charl" she said softly. She couldn't believe that he was here and serving this woman instead of being at Ron's side with Harry.

"Do you two know each other Charlie?" Charlie looked at his Mistress, and nodded silently. "Good, then she will not be as lonely."

Mistress didn't ignore the happiness in Amy's eyes either, she had a plan, and if it worked, Harry Potter would either join forces with her, or he would die a broken man. She didn't care to have him as a love slave, she just wanted Voldemort dead.

Mistress came out of her musing when there was another knock on the door. "Come in. Ah Blaise, take the pensieve to my desk. Amy you will see this, then you can tell me if Albus is your saint.”

She knew that the happiness in her heart must have showed in her face and eyes. For a while now she had tried to find out what happened to her former best mate. They had been friends ALL through Hogwarts and then she lost trackof him. Being brought from her reverie by Mistress Padfoot’s demand to see this she nodded slowly and moved towards the desk. "How can I trust that you haven't tampered with this?"

"This memory is not my own, it is my very older brother, you may have heard of him. Sirius Black." She looked over to Amy, "Yes, Harry Potter’s godfather. He was my brother, and Albus was our guardian. The Ministry of Magic gave us to him when our family was caught as Death Eaters. He was forced to watch what happened to me. As an extra bonus, you get to feel all the pain I felt, this will tell you that it was real. Oh and also Severus was there too.
He has made amends with me, by doing what I asked him to do."

Hearing that it was Sirius Black's memory, she knew that her eyes widened. That was someone really important to Harry, yet another person who was taken from her love so quickly. "I thought that Sirius went to live with the Potters in Godric's Hollow."

"Albus only allowed that after he had run away several times. Then Albus had his memory wiped clean, after this one was taken from Sirius. I loved my brother. Now I love no one but myself. Sometimes I think I love Lucius, but I never can be sure. Charlie, if you want, you can join her in the pensieve so she has someone to comfort her from all the pain."

Charlie looked at Amy with a pained expression. Charlie knew what was in the pensieve, all of Mistress' men did, and it was part of the initiation they had to go through to denounce Albus Dumbledore.

Looking between Charlie and Mistress Padfoot, her eyes glanced at the pensieve. It wasn't often that something as small as a memory was concerned, but she was their prisoner and they were concerned about her instead of just chucking her into the memory. Closing her eyes, she wished she'd transformed into her tiger form before going for her walk, she would have been able to smell Blaise from at least 300 metres.

Before going in, Charlie gave Amy a small kiss on the lips, "Please don't be afraid. This memory could have been
any of us, even me, but mum and dad were still living, as for Harry, Albus knew Harry was growing more powerful, by the time Harry was old enough, so he didn't dare try this with the man who was to defeat Voldemort. I'll be with you at all times."

Charlie turned to Mistress Padfoot, "We are ready." Mistress Padfoot tapped the pensieve with her wand, and Sirius's
memory came into view. The first thing Amy felt was a splitting headache.

Her heart stopped for a moment as she felt those lips pressed against hers. Blushing a little she then nodded slowly
and bit her lip as she heard his words. "Promise?" she asked Charlie, but he didn't have a chance to respond before
they were thrown into the memory.

Crying out a little from the shock of the instant splitting headache she looked for Charlie. "C-...Charl.... where are you?"
she called out.

Realizing this must be different for her, then it was for the guys. Charlie knew she must have been blinded by the pain.
"I'm right here Amy, relax a minute, your sight will come back."

As promised, her sight came back after the pain had gone away, only to be replaced by the pain in her stomach.

Charlie held Amy close as they watched the torture of a teenage girl. A beautiful girl that refused to cry out, even though her insides were being pulled apart. Charlie turned Amy so she could see Sirius; he was trying to get away from Severus. They could have passed for brothers then, except for the deep hatred they held for each other. Severus was in on the sick torture of this beautiful soul, and Albus was the one doing the torture.

Blinded for a moment by the pain, she couldn't believe that this was happening. A tear slipped down her cheek as she felt those arms wrap around her and then the pain in her abdomen. Her body started to shake softly as she watched the girl refuse to cry.

Her eyes widened and her heart sped up as she saw Sirius and Severus. "Oh gods," she cried out as she saw Albus with his wand pointed at the girl. "No," she sobbed as she held to Charlie. "No, no, this can't be.... not Albus"

"I'm sorry Amy, but it was. We did find out later after Severus killed him, that he was under a curse which was controlled by Voldemort, but before then we had no clue. So this could have happened to any one of us. The only Slytherin that wasn't in on it was Lucius, so Mistress Padfoot has a certain love for him, and he knows it."

After Charlie finished explaining, he turned Amy back to the scene. A greasy looking man was climbing on top of the young girl. The girl was trying with all her might to wriggle so the man wouldn't accomplish his goal. Amy heard the man yell, "LAY STILL GIRL, I WILL TURN YOU INTO THE WHORE I KNOW YOU CAN BE!" It was then that the girl lost her precious innocence.

Another few tears slipped down her cheeks at hearing this. She couldn't believe that Voldemort had put such a spell onto the man she thought was ultimately powerful, that was until she met her love and Master, Harry.

Being turned back to the scene she lowered her head. She couldn't bear to watch that. It was something she feared would happen to her. "Please, make it stop," she asked softly as her head burrowed into Charlie's arm so that she didn't have to witness this.

The next thing they knew they were sitting on the sofa in Mistress Padfoot’s room, "It's done Amy, we're back. Please don't cry," Charlie said softly.

Charlie looked up at his Mistress, when she began to speak. "I’m sorry to have shown you that, but everyone believes me as evil as Voldemort. Do you wish to know my true name? I only took on Padfoot as a memorial to my brother. He tried to protect me, although we were only half siblings, we had the same mother. It pains me to say that after Sirius was born, a few years later mother fucked Voldemort, and they got me. He wanted his own son, so when mother had a girl, I was not wanted."

Taking a few deep breaths she looked around to see that they were back in Mistress Padfoot’s room.

Nodding to Charlie, she reached up a hand to brush away the remnants of tears on her face. Listening intently as the Mistress started to tell her tale she wrapped her arms around herself. She was a lot cooler now that she wasn't in the warm sunshine in such a thin dress. Her eyes widened a little. "You're a Riddle, a descendant of Salazaar Slytherin," she said softly. "Does Harry know of this? That Albus was being controlled into doing things, like buying me," she said softly. Hanging her head a little, she felt as if everything she had lived for or done was a scam.

"I don't know about if he was under the curse when he bought you, but I do know he was expecting it the day Severus killed him. As for being a Riddle, I dropped that name a long time ago. I didn't want to be associated with it. I carried the Black name all my life. I was schooled by that mad man. Then he went to Greece, and met someone who would give him a son. The whore gave him twins. A boy and a girl. They took on their mother’s last name, so they
would not be criticized as Riddles, in fact they are my siblings. Nyx is my dear loving brother. I love him, but not as much as I loved Sirius."

"But.... why are you against Harry so much?" she asked softly as the puzzle of Mistress Padfoot’s life was becoming clearer to her.

Turning she faced Charlie, the one her heart had given up on loving so long ago, yet the feelings remained. "Why are you with her? Because Fred and George are?" she asked Charlie.

"I am not against Harry. He didn't want to understand my pain, so he didn't understand why Albus had to die, so he went against me. I merely wanted to kill my father. It was like I said, after we killed Albus that I received evidence that Albus was under a spell during all those years. I doubt Albus knew he was under a spell; he was getting to old to realize anything. I just wanted Harry's help with destroying my father. If I couldn't get his help, then
I needed Draco. I sent my Blaise to get him, but that whore of Draco's ripped out his luscious tongue. She will pay for that, but I just wanted help."

Wrapping her arms around herself once again, she shivered from hearing all of this. It would have been easy for the Mistress to join with her Master. Perhaps she could see to it. Tell him of what happened, and perhaps even show him. But that would include letting him possibly know about her feelings for the ginger haired former seeker. "Ginny had her own reasons and she's no whore," she said with a soft hiss at the end.

"I know what you’re thinking; I went to Harry just before Sirius died, because Sirius wanted us to be friends. I showed him the pensieve, and he refuse to believe me. So after Sirius died, so did the idea of Harry and I being friends.I just wanted some help, but he was too stuck up Albus' ass to know anything. As for Miss Weasley, we won't go into that."

Mistress Padfoot looked at Charlie, then to Blaise. "Could you two please go get us some lunch, I would love a cola with mine, and whatever Amy likes." When both men left, Mistress turned to Amy. "You may call me Ardis. That is my given name. Only Severus and Lucius know it.”

Shaking her head softly, she watched as her other beloved left the room. "I.... I want to help. I can speak with Harry; show him everything that I know about what happened. But you would have to let me go before Harry discovers that note," she said softly.

Mistress Padfoot sat at the small round table in her sitting area, and waited for the guys to serve the meal. "How do I know I can trust you? As far as I know, he already has the note. I think I will keep you here for a bit anyway, I like having another girl around, and you can only talk about certain things with men. Please eat some lunch." The two men stood behind their mistress while the ladies ate, after the dishes were collected,
Mistress said, "I will send Charlie with you, and he will come back to me, with or without you."

Nodding, she was going to speak, but had chosen to eat instead. Finishing the lunch she looked at Charlie. He was as handsome as ever. Heaving a sigh she reached out her hand. "I give you my word that you can trust me. I have never broken my word," she said as she glanced at Charlie. It hurt that they had fallen apart like they had



I know it was a bit longer then the other chapters, but I had to go into more depth about Mistress Padfoot's history.