Theodore Nott was an impatient man. He had inherited that from his father, Nott senior. The difference however, was rather Stark. Nott the elder was always impatient inwardly, but never outwardly. The man was a stone to everyone attempting to look into his world and never gave anything away that might give a hint of advancement to anyone other than himself.

His son, however, had not learned that lesson. And news, especially bad news, was liable to set him off. This is what found him pacing in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor, his mother and father sitting alongside the wall, seated in the chairs so graciously provided to them.

"That whore" he says simply, to himself, taking to muttering to alleviate the pent up desire for action within him.

Nott senior, was much more perceptive and much less hard of hearing than any would assume safely and he quirks an eyebrow at his son while his wife, Samantha Nott nee Rosier, gasps at the language being used by her own son. Her husband is quick to stifle her coming complaints with a glare, promising a beating that would come if the death eater was not heeded. Not that he had to follow through. The woman drops her head and demurely looks back down into her lap, leaving the actions of her son to be dealt with by her husband.

"I find it odd that you would want her then Theodore? If you think so lowly of her after all" he says, testing his son. He cared nothing for if the boy loved the girl. In fact it would serve his purpose if he did not. After all women meant nothing to Theodore Nott Sr. His own wife was simply for pleasure,(though he often took it elsewhere), and an heir, which he now had. Not only would a healthy hatred of Dramoria Malfoy serve Theodore well in marriage, but it would prove that his lessons did not land on deaf ears.

The boy stops his pacing and muttering to look at his father. "Marriage is not about love father. You taught me that. No, I am eager to possess Dramoria. I owe her much for the….embarrassment she has caused me within our house for years" he said, a malicious glint present in his eyes as he continued pacing. "But even that is secondary father. The real question is why Lucius Malfoy is so late to our meeting. It could be nothing or it could be everything. There are many ways to push him out of the Dark Lord's favor and us into it" he says before finally sitting down next to his father.

"It isn't about the girl. It's about power. Power begets everything father. Money and women follow it" he says with self assured pride. His father smiles and returns to reading the prophet provided to him in the drawing room.

"I am proud of you Theo. You will serve our Lord and our family well" he says simply, and saying nothing more to his son.

To Theodore however, this was the greatest praise he had ever received from his father and he schools his face to not let his pride show.

The moment is interrupted as a obviously drunk Lucius Malfoy enters into the room, his clothes askew and his hair unkempt. His eyes are filled with fury, a fury that has often been seen on the blonde man when he did not get what he wanted.

"Nott...you fucking plebian, what have you done to my wife and daughter?" He asks, his speech spitting out every third word as if it was repugnant to him. Notts Sr and Jr are on their feet quickly, while Samantha simply lets out an "eep" of shock and hides behind her husband. Lucius has his wand drawn after all and that is never a good thing. He was very proficient. More proficient than Nott after all.

"I have no idea what you are speaking of you imbecil but I must ask how you mustered the gall to summon us for a marriage between our houses, make us wait for hours in your dingy drawing room as if we were no better than squibs and then accost us in a drunken stupor? Explain yourself you fool!" He demands, his own wand drawn and pointed directly at the man. His son follows, joining beside him.

"My wife, is gone. So is my daughter. I can only assume that you have kidnapped them in an attempt to avoid paying the bride price. We all know how much of a miser you are Nott and how poor your house is" returns Lucius, rage shaking his entire frame as he makes his accusation.

"How dare you!" Comes the voice of Theodore Nott Jr, throwing a curse at the older and much more skilled man. "Sectusempra" he cries his spell missing the blonde by a wide margin before he is thrown against a wall, a light bombarda shooting out of the Malfoy head of house's own wand. The boy is knocked out cold, slumping to the ground and dirtied by the falling plaster.

"You strike my heir as well? Is it war you want Malfoy?" taunts the elder Nott who casts a flurry of cutting hexes at the man, fully expecting the strong drinks Lucius had ingested to slow him down. This is a hope that does not come to fruition however, as the man is as fast on his feet drunk as he is sober. A simple bonebreaker hex shatters Nott's wand arm before he can get off another curse, forcing him to the ground as he cries out. Lucius is quickly advancing on him, murderous intent in his eyes as the elder Nott scrambles for a solution.

Unknown to him however, was the fact that Narcissa had disabled the anti apparition wards and Lucius in his drunken state had not thought to enable them again. Nott sensed this and in one movement grasped his wife and son, painfully on account of his broken arm, and apparated all three away, back to his own mansion. The thought most prevalent on his mind was that his son most definitely was correct. Lucius Malfoy was set to be displaced. After all, would a drunken man unable to secure even his wife or child be welcome at the dark Lord's court where cunning and strength were most valued?

Despite the pain of his arm, Nott let out a smile as he felt his body be compressed into a tube. There was no reason he could not replace Lucius Malfoy as the Dark Lord's favored.

Lucius Malfoy was feeling an emotion that he wasn't quite ready to admit to. He had felt it before, numerous times in fact. But for some reason this was the first time that he felt that his ability to manipulate the situation would be hampered by said emotion.

That emotion was fear.

He had attacked Theodore Nott Sr. and his son after inviting them into his home. He had lost Dramoria and Narcissa. While he personally did not care he knew that such circumstances would be damning to him. Narcissa was replaceable. Perhaps by a prettier and younger witch and Dramoria was simply an unwanted spawn.

To the dark lord however, both had much greater significance than that of failed broodmare and daughter. Narcissa was a talented witch who knew much more than she ought to have as a woman. She also had much of the arcane and dark knowledge of the Black's stored up in her mind. Often had Voldemort gone to her with questions and requests. Lucius was often jealous of the amount of need Voldemort would have of his wife at times. After all, he was the one that was indispensable to the cause. His influence and money had opened many doors that would have been closed otherwise.

Dramoria had inadvertently taken on importance to his Lord as well, becoming a pawn in his desire to kill Harry Potter.

The boys name alone was enough to send the man into a rage. He had made him look like a fool when he tricked him into freeing that insufferable house elf. He cared nothing for the creature of course. It was the fact that he had been outmaneuvered by the sworn enemy of his master. To compound matters, the whore daughter of his, who he promised would be cast out of the family if he survived this encounter with the dark lord, permanently.

But for now he had to brace himself. The foreboding halls of Gaunt Manor where Lord Voldemort had set up his headquarters, did nothing to assuage his fear. Neither did the two men who flanked him and the woman who led them. Rodolphus and Rabastan were cold men, dedicates to the cause. They revelled in causing pain and misery. Despite the infamy of the two men to either side of him, the woman in front of him still left him with much more to fear.

Even now she was cackling maniacally, her sing song falsetto voice echoing down the empty halls. "Ohh poor Lucy, you're not the king of the roost anymore are you?" she asks, twirling quickly to face the condemned man before repeating the action to face forward once more. Her baby talk was insufferable to the blonde man and he couldn't resist the scowl that broke out across his face.

If his predicament wasn't so dire, and his standing with the dark lord so precarious, he might have attempted to do something. However as it stood he simply followed until they reached the door, entering into the main throne room.

He was there, his black robes splayed out over him as that vile serpent Nagini twirled around his body and he eagerly pattes it's head. "Ahh, Bellatrix. Thank you so much for escorting our slippery friend here to us. You may leave now" he says simply, his voice raspy and far away sounding, gliding through the room as if from a mountain.

With a gleeful cackle the witch bows. "Yes milord" she says before turning towards the doors, grasping both handles and pulling them shut, smirking at Lucius as she does before her visage is hidden by the oak of the doors and the only sound is the echo of the slam. Barring that, there was silent, broken only by an occasional hiss from Nagini.

It goes on and on, insufferably for the blonde man who remains bowed at the foot of his Lord's throne. "You have failed me Lucius" he says simply, making the man in question wince but otherwise stay still in his position. "You have failed me one too many times. You did not even get your daughter to heed the orders of her master. If some damned magic was not keeping her safe I would extract a price from here but...as things lay she and your wife are out of my reach".

His long and bony fingers come together, his wand tucked gently in between the digits. "You, however, are completely within my grasp Lucius."

Before the blonde man knows it, he is struck, fangs sinking into his neck as a long and sinewy body wraps around his torso. He looks up, only to come face to face with the glaring yellow eyes of Nagini and the cold and mocking stare of Lord Voldemort. He quickly feels his strength and life, even his magic, slowly begin to seep away.

"M-my lord...ple-ease" he begs, reaching his free hand out to the man who he had given so much too. Voldemort simply stands and walks toward the lone window, drawing back the curtains to let the moonlight shine in. "No, your honeyed words have promised much and delivered little. A pity really. You showed so much promise my friend. Such a shame"

No more words are spoken as Lucius Malfoy can no longer speak, the snake having taken what it wanted from him. Nagini slithers back to her perch on the throne and waits, ready for her Lord's next orders. "Nott" Voldemort whispers, the mark allowing for him to summon whomever of his ranks he wished to speak too at the moment.

Within moments the sound of a pop can be heard and the man in question appears, bowing at the feet of his Lord and desperately avoiding the glance he wishes to take at his one time rivals corpse. "Yes my lord? What do you require of me?"

At first there is more silence until the snakelike visage of Voldemort turns to face his new favorite. "Rise Nott. I have a new mission for you. You are to report to Rita Skeeter and tell her of Lucius' death and how it was apparently suicide. You will also announce that he left all his wealth to his daughter, and made her his sole heir" he said, shocking the elder Nott.

"My lord...if I may, how does that help our cause? We would not only be handing over valuable assets but also a seat in the Wizengamot. If it is true that the Malfoy whores have deserted our cause the-" he is interrupted by the impact of a curse upon his body, belatedly realizing that he had now been subjected to Voldemort's crucio. It was painful, beyond painful. It was as if every nightmare he had ever had was now coming to fruition. Every part of his body, was inflamed. Fortunately, it stopped soon enough, leaving him writhing on the floor.

"You need not concern yourself with details, but I shall tell you this. If the Malfoy girl assumes the position of head of house, or even if Narcissa does, certain documents will be unearthed at Gringotts. Their wealth will be stripped and their votes will be handed over to their largest client family, which if I do recall correctly would be you?" The dark lord asks with an imperious look over his shoulder.

The weakened man simply nods, not believing his stroke of luck. "Ohh thank you my lord. Thank you" he says, ignoring his pain as he crawls across the floor to kiss the Hem of Voldemort's robe. This causes the dark lord to smile. A slight smile, more in tune with a scowl than anything else but a smile nonetheless. "Rise and do as I bid. Go to Thurgood Parkinson. Arrange a contract between his daughter and your son. I intend to create a new voting Bloc out of the remains of House Malfoy. Go. And leave me in peace".

"Yes my lord, of course" the dark haired man says before standing and scurrying out of sight, closing the oak doors behind him.

Tom Riddle sighed before looking at the mangled corpse of what had once been one of his most enthusiastic supporters. "Rabastan, take the body to Knockturn. You will find the necessary papers with your wife. Plant them and leave the body. Remove any signs of Nagini and her….caresses before you use Lucius' wand to cast the killing curse at his body. Do this and do it now" he says before returning to his seat.

The unkempt man simply bows, grabbing the body by its arms and dragging it out of the throne room.

Tomorrow would be a day of turmoil for the wizarding world and for Harry Potter it would mark the beginning of the end.

Dramoria Potter, was more than comfortable. In fact, if she was honest with herself, for the first time in her life, she felt safe. When she opened her eyes the darkness and chill of the Slytherin common room greeted her, but so did another sight. That of an arm wrapped around her quite naked midsection while the sound of light snoring assaulted her ears.

"Ahh" she said mentally, the events of the previous night having come back to her. She had slept with Harry Potter...her husband. The word sent tingles up her spine. Husband.

She nuzzled back into him, turning on the couch so that her chest was pressed against his. She contented herself with tracing light circles around his pecs, gently admiring the masculine contours of his body. If only she had spent more time wooing him and less time competing with him. Pity. However, the past was the past and the future was now. And now, she very much wanted her husband awake.

"Harry?" She coos, pecking his lips as her leg wraps around his thigh. "Harry wake up" she coos again, to which the man finally begins to stir. "What...what is it?" He asks as he too wakes up, his emerald green eyes opening and landing directly on her icy blue ones. They hold the gaze like that for several seconds and he smiles, his hands wrapping around her petite waist. "Well, good morning Mrs. Potter" he says with a smile too which she jokingly rolls her eyes.

"Yes, yes. I am Mrs. Potter. Forgive me but many witches make mistakes" she says teasingly before she kisses him passionately to ensure he knew that she was joking. Getting the hint that she was playing with him, Harry decides to play along as he turns and pins her under him. "Why yes Mrs. Potter. It is a mistake to get married to such a handsome bloke" he says before leaning and suckling on her neck. She arches her back and has to bite her lips to keep the noise she was about to make from coming out. Her hand eagerly goes to the back of his head, keeping him in place. "Is handsome? I hadn't noticed" she says teasingly to which he openly laughs before kissing along her shoulder blade.

"Ohh yes. Very handsome. Although you are quite the catch as well Mrs. Potter. Tell me what makes you stay with such a dunderhead? Regardless of how handsome he is". The sound of him teasing her right back as he lowers himself down her body, kissing a trail to her breasts, which he eagerly begins to grope and suckle. Dramoria is in heaven and she moans, doing nothing to prevent the sound from escaping. "Perhaps, and this is a maybe," she says, biting her lip harshly, "he is….adequate at lovemaking" he finishes leading to a predatory look over taking Harry's features.

"Adequate, eh Mrs. Potter?" He says before he moves even lower, kissing her stomach.

Dramoria let's out a wince as she realizes just what he is planning and she smiles down at him. *Well...perhaps more than adequate"

It's a few hours before the two teens, happy and flushed but also freshly bathed, enter the dining hall, their hands laced together.

Dumbledore is the first to notice and his eyes twinkle as usual while Narcissa simply smirks and Sirius lets out a wolf whistle. It's quickly followed by a the back on the back of the head by his cousin who glares at him, leading to the marauder sheepishly apologizing.

Neither of the two care however, simply taking their seats at the table provided for the group. "It is okay if we sit here is it headmaster?" Dramoria asks, wanting to be near Harry's godfather and her mother, even at the expense of being near the headmaster. Aside from that there was not another soul left at Hogwarts aside from the unseen house elves. The headmaster nods and smiles at the young girl.

"Of course Mrs. Potter. I must say however that calling you by your new name will certainly take some getting used too. We expected you last night for dinner" he says, pausing and pushing his spectacles forward to study the two before smiling and returning them to their perch further up their nose, "but we simply could not interrupt you from your studies which is undoubtedly what you were doing"

"Maybe if anatomy was taught here" comes the voice of Sirius which is followed by a snicker and an immediate slap. "Oww Cissy. Can't I have any fun?" comes Sirius' reply as he rubs the back of his head. "Not when it concerns my daughter" she says before returning to cutting her meat.

Harry smiles and looks at his wife, a smirk on his face before he hands his wife her plate. She thanks him, demurely making sure to remember pureblood protocol in the presence of her mother. Much of breakfast passes this way until Narcissa becomes exasperated.

"By Merlin Dramoria don't be so formal. It's stifling" she says simply, before she picks up a piece of toast and eats it, not at all like the dainty image Dramoria had remembered of her mother from her childhood.

The action however leaves a bit of jelly on her nose, leaving the others to gawk at her. Sirius and Harry are the first to laugh before Dramoria joins in, Dumbledore smirking and stifling his laughter. Narcissa just glares at all of them. "What's so bloody funny?" She asks which was apparently the wrong thing to ask at that moment.

Their laughter was heard throughout the great Hall for many minutes afterwards