"I will find you when it's all over, Draco. Please stay strong." He looked at her small hands in his and nodded. It didn't seem likely that he would make it out of the war alive, but her voice made him believe in almost anything. Going over their many conversations and hearing her voice in his head had eased his troubled heart and mind when tasked with the impossible.

"I will try, but I don't want you to put your life in danger because of me. I'm not worth it." He hadn't realized he was crying until she wiped away a few tears. "Draco, you are worth so much. Please never doubt that."

Draco woke with a gasp, but could only see darkness. He could hear some voices nearby, but couldn't make out what was being said. Pain shot through his entire body, but it seemed no sound would come forth alerting someone that he needed help.

Suddenly, warmth filled his body and the pain subsided. He closed his eyes again, feeling something rubbing his hand and sleep took over.

"Are you sure you want him? He cannot see and I doubt he will be able to walk properly again. He will require at least another month of healing before he would be of any use to you." Luna rubbed soothing circles over the back of the hand she was holding, trying to contain her rage. The Healer was only doing his job, but she did not like the fact that everyone assumed it was alright to have slaves.

The law had been put into place six months after the war ended. The remaining Death Eaters that had been caught were placed in Azkaban until their trials. As expected, many were sent back to prison for a very long time, if not for the rest of their lives. It had irritated her to no end that many of the students she had gone to school with were held in Azkaban before their trials and then were given sentences ranging from 6 months to 2 years.

She had attended many of the trials of her fellow students, along with Harry, but their testimony had had almost no effect. They both believed that most students were following along with their parents' wishes, as pure-blood tradition demanded. Many pure-blood children did not have a voice in their home until their fathers' died and then they became the head of the family.

When the Ministry had unveiled their grand plan to 'rehabilitate' the not-so-violent offenders, most of the Wizarding world rejoiced, wanting an opportunity to put those that had dared to go against the side of the light in their place. Luna and Harry had been very vocal about the negative impact of the law and as such, they had not been allowed to apply for a slave for 6 months. By the time they could help, the damage had been done.

"I understand the consequences, Healer, but I have already filed the paperwork and paid. He will be given the best treatment until I can take him home. I'm sure you know who my husband is?" The Healer nodded and paled slightly. Luna Potter and her husband were not someone you wanted as an enemy.