What Cannot Be Purchased
The three of them walked down the street together, slowly.
The middle figure wore his hood up, but everyone around them knew who he was.
Many bowed or stepped out of their path.
There was Blaise Zabini on one side and Draco Malfoy on the other.
In the middle of them, The Dark Lord. Several steps behind them were three of the Dark Lord's body guards.
Though none with sense dared appose the Dark Lord,
there were occasionally crazed muggle-borns that charged him with knives and such.
They were at Salazar's Street, a very long market-place-like area in Salazar's Hills.
The long street was littered with vendors and salesmen of every sort.
There were carts and cages to buy Muggle-borns in, Shops set up with lovley muggle-born women,
for the Harems of powerful wizards. Places to buy human blood and organs for powerful torture and death spells.
Shops where you could buy Muggle-born children for wizzard children's playmates.
Places to go for lessons in the Dark Arts and everything evil you could imagen.
Blaise Zabini was the perfect example of a good Death Eater.
He'd married Morganna Jennings, had a son, pledged him to the Dark Lord and continued in his service to him,
advising him and keeping him company. He slid his hand through his greased black hair.
His inky black eyes were always darthing around, taking in the surroundings.
He had joined the Death Eaters not for the cause, but the power.
He was a tall, thin man who wore the traditional elaborate black robes of a Death Eater.
Blaise was Voldermort's second favorite.
Draco Malfoy was, however, his most prominate pupil, and friend.
He cared little for advising the Dark Lord, that was a risky business.
He prefered to spend time discussing business with him,
while he constantly urged Draco to find a suitable woman and settle down, though he did not mean it in truth.
In truth, the Dark Lord admired and envied his youth, good looks, and life style.
The Dark Lord had a harem of immence size, though he had married Romona Lorenn,
a breath taking witch in the prime of her life, and the center of power.
Draco had a lazy demuner, but the Dark Lord knew him, and his ambtion, his thirst for power.
He knew Draco Malfoy was givin to blind rages, where he sometimes killed numerous muggle-borns.
Draco, like Blaise, had grown up. He was nearing his 20th birthday.
He lacked the uptight nature that was ever persistent in Blaise Zabini.
His hair was always left untouched by styling products which were ever popular.
A blond lock fell in his face as they pressed down the croweded street.
He too, wore the Death Eater robes of Honnor. He was just taller than Zabini, and well-built for his thin frame.
He had to be; chaseing down Mudbloods required a person in shape.
Voldermort and the two men had stopped in frount of a harem sales-cart.
All the woman were in one very large cage. There were perhaps 40 of them.
"See anything you like?" Voldermort asked Draco casually.
Draco eyed the women. He was a conesuerr of beauty, all his women were of outstanding beauty,
but none from this cart caught his eye.
"Not really, they look quite commen." He commented.
All the woem were dressed in revealing silks and cloths.
All anywhere from 18 to 30 years old.
"Rest assured, My Lord, anything you desire is yours, a gift for My Lord."
The small owner bowed and kissed the hem of Voldermort's robes. Voldermort nodded at the man.
Get off my robes you filth, he thought, but did not say.
The man was a pureblood, or at least a half-blood, and so the man was one of his.
He brushed past the sales man to examin one teen-age girl. She looked exodic with her almod-shaped eyes and wavy raven hair.
She seemed utterly petrafied. He came very close and lifted her chin to face him.
She spat in his face.
"For my brother" She said in a heavy accent.
Voldermort lifted his hand to wipe the spit from his face. HE looked at her again.
The whole crowd surrounding the cart seemed to hold its breath.
"Avada Kadava" He said simply, and the girl slumped down to the floor of the cage.
The other girls croweded away from her, screaming and hyrestical.
He calmly walked to the desk near where the owner stood.
He dropped a purse of 50 Gallons on it.
"For your insobordinate concubine" he said, and they continued down their path.
The street felt a little quieter afterward. Draco Malfoy couldn't surpress a smirk.
The three of them walked down the street together, slowly.
The middle figure wore his hood up, but everyone around them knew who he was.
Many bowed or stepped out of their path.
There was Blaise Zabini on one side and Draco Malfoy on the other.
In the middle of them, The Dark Lord. Several steps behind them were three of the Dark Lord's body guards.
Though none with sense dared appose the Dark Lord,
there were occasionally crazed muggle-borns that charged him with knives and such.
They were at Salazar's Street, a very long market-place-like area in Salazar's Hills.
The long street was littered with vendors and salesmen of every sort.
There were carts and cages to buy Muggle-borns in, Shops set up with lovley muggle-born women,
for the Harems of powerful wizards. Places to buy human blood and organs for powerful torture and death spells.
Shops where you could buy Muggle-born children for wizzard children's playmates.
Places to go for lessons in the Dark Arts and everything evil you could imagen.
Blaise Zabini was the perfect example of a good Death Eater.
He'd married Morganna Jennings, had a son, pledged him to the Dark Lord and continued in his service to him,
advising him and keeping him company. He slid his hand through his greased black hair.
His inky black eyes were always darthing around, taking in the surroundings.
He had joined the Death Eaters not for the cause, but the power.
He was a tall, thin man who wore the traditional elaborate black robes of a Death Eater.
Blaise was Voldermort's second favorite.
Draco Malfoy was, however, his most prominate pupil, and friend.
He cared little for advising the Dark Lord, that was a risky business.
He prefered to spend time discussing business with him,
while he constantly urged Draco to find a suitable woman and settle down, though he did not mean it in truth.
In truth, the Dark Lord admired and envied his youth, good looks, and life style.
The Dark Lord had a harem of immence size, though he had married Romona Lorenn,
a breath taking witch in the prime of her life, and the center of power.
Draco had a lazy demuner, but the Dark Lord knew him, and his ambtion, his thirst for power.
He knew Draco Malfoy was givin to blind rages, where he sometimes killed numerous muggle-borns.
Draco, like Blaise, had grown up. He was nearing his 20th birthday.
He lacked the uptight nature that was ever persistent in Blaise Zabini.
His hair was always left untouched by styling products which were ever popular.
A blond lock fell in his face as they pressed down the croweded street.
He too, wore the Death Eater robes of Honnor. He was just taller than Zabini, and well-built for his thin frame.
He had to be; chaseing down Mudbloods required a person in shape.
Voldermort and the two men had stopped in frount of a harem sales-cart.
All the woman were in one very large cage. There were perhaps 40 of them.
"See anything you like?" Voldermort asked Draco casually.
Draco eyed the women. He was a conesuerr of beauty, all his women were of outstanding beauty,
but none from this cart caught his eye.
"Not really, they look quite commen." He commented.
All the woem were dressed in revealing silks and cloths.
All anywhere from 18 to 30 years old.
"Rest assured, My Lord, anything you desire is yours, a gift for My Lord."
The small owner bowed and kissed the hem of Voldermort's robes. Voldermort nodded at the man.
Get off my robes you filth, he thought, but did not say.
The man was a pureblood, or at least a half-blood, and so the man was one of his.
He brushed past the sales man to examin one teen-age girl. She looked exodic with her almod-shaped eyes and wavy raven hair.
She seemed utterly petrafied. He came very close and lifted her chin to face him.
She spat in his face.
"For my brother" She said in a heavy accent.
Voldermort lifted his hand to wipe the spit from his face. HE looked at her again.
The whole crowd surrounding the cart seemed to hold its breath.
"Avada Kadava" He said simply, and the girl slumped down to the floor of the cage.
The other girls croweded away from her, screaming and hyrestical.
He calmly walked to the desk near where the owner stood.
He dropped a purse of 50 Gallons on it.
"For your insobordinate concubine" he said, and they continued down their path.
The street felt a little quieter afterward. Draco Malfoy couldn't surpress a smirk.