Voldemort was killed but the purebloods still took over. The higher ups decided an auction would be necessary. You were the daughter of Voldemort, you thought they would let you live but you were the biggest prize for them. You were 24 years old, standing in only underwear in a glass box, holes up top for you to breathe. You looked around at all the pureblood families. You lock eyes with Draco, who was old enough and had his own manor to make decisions for himself. He was second in command.