The Minister of Magic was humming happily. He had been notified when Harry James Potter, A.K.A Alexander Aries Riddle-Malfoy, found his soulmates. With everyone thinking he was an idiot, they forget you must be exceptionally well with your magic to get such a position. And he was.

Cornelius(?) Fudge had happily cursed Lucius Malfoy into keeping his sons and their mate away from each other. Draco and the mate could be together, but a submissive, male at that, veela could not be aloud near his mates. He would get to independent. Only depending on his mates. He couldn't let that happen.

   Just thinking of loosing the control he had over the boy soured his mood. It couldn't happen. If it did someone would die. Painfully. He needed someone to stroke his ego and make him feel better to make it go away.

   "Deloris," he called out. A bright pink, human-ish looking, toad from hell walked in. "Be a dear and call Lucius for me." She babbled on about how the Minister- THE MINISTER- gave her a job to do. Her overly feminized giggle caused the dementors, who were coming for a prisoner, to shiver in fear. All Fudge heard was his ego going up to a new high.

-short and sweet, but hopes you liked it!