WELCOME FRIENDS! This is Draco and Luna once again with a new drarry! Everything belongs to J K Rowling so suing us will make Draco angry and me sad. Love, like and review XOXO (Yes, it is finally here PZP!)
"I love you so so much my little dragon." Narcissa whispered, clutching Draco to her, her nails inching his scalp but he didn't care.
"Don't...don't leave us please." Draco choked out, tightening his already tight grip on his mother's waist. Vainly trying to avoiding the inevitable. He felt his Fathers hand rest on his shoulder , shaking slightly.
"I am so proud of you Draco." He heard his Father whisper, his heavy arms holding them to his chest. Holding them to his heart. Draco shook his head, this couldn't be happening. It was all a bad dream.
"It shouldn't... it shouldn't be like... Like this!" Draco gushed, feeling more tears snake down his face. Narcissa swallowed, making her voice stable before she talked.
"Go, you and Scorpius you need to run-" Her voice cracked, she took one more deep shaky breath before she started again.
"Get your brother and go to Dumbledore." Draco shook his head, feeling the tears creeping up to his eyes once again.
"I can't... I can't leave you. Please." Draco choked, panic overwhelming him like dark smoke.
"Draco. You need to be strong. You need to go." Narcissa said firmly, but still didn't remove her arms from around her eldest son. Her eyes met with her Husbands, a look of understanding flashed between them, a look of pure love.
"I know this is hard darling. Please." She spoke gently, mumbling into her son's soft blonde hair, her tears leaving it damp.
"Do it for Scorpius. Do it for us." Lucius gently reasoned, his heart aching and his eyes fell on the sleeping body of his youngest son, still asleep, gently held in Draco's arms. Lucius' head snapped up as a crash come from far off in the Manor.
"It's time." He whispered.
Draco's eyes snapped open, his panicked breathing not slowing as he took in where he was. He groaned, pushing his hair off his sweaty forehead. He took a deep breath as all the memories of the nightmare came crashing back onto his mind. He swallowed thickly, pushing the palm of his hands hard on his closed eyes. Trying to use pain as a way to forget.
But you will never forget will you Draco? The screaming... The shadows.
Draco pushed himself up, untangling his body from the bed sheets. The moonlight filled the Hospital wing serenely. Then it hit him.
"Scorpius!" He shouted, panic making his heart pound in his chest. He had promised to look after him! What if they had him!
"SCORPIUS!" He shouted louder, his voice cracking on the end. He rolled out of the bed, stubbornly ignoring the flash of pain it sent up his ribs, and the rush of blood which made him feel dizzy. His eyes flew over the empty beds, trying to make out a tiny body sleeping on one.
There wasn't.
" où êtes-vous!" Draco called, resorting to his and Scorpius' first langue to get his attention.
"Mr Malfoy!" Draco span on his heel, whipping round to look at Miss Pomfrey.
"Do you know where-" Miss Pomfrey broke him off with a wave of her hand.
"Dumbledore's office-" Draco started running for the door, only to be cut off again.
"You will need some normal clothes!" Draco hissed in frustration and ran back to his bed, skidding as he stopped abruptly. He pulled on the nearest shirt and, still hopping on one foot, made his way towards the door pulling his trousers on. He franticly sprinted towards the office and stopped, before cursing. He didn't know the password.
"Umm, password?" He guessed vaguely, sighing as it didn't open. He stared at the Eagle statue, trying to open it with will power.
"Oh for the love of jellybeans!" He exploded, and gaped in shock as it opened. "Wow…" He whispered to himself before gathering his morals back up and leaping up the stairs two at a time. He skidded onto the landing and burst through the doorway.
"So…What exactly-"
"SIR! WHERE IS-Oh, am I… interrupting something?" Draco said as he noticed Potter sitting at Dumbledore's desk.
"No, we were just finishing."
"Yes, I was talking to the Professor." Potter and Dumbledore said together.
"I'll wait outside." Draco said decisively. He walked out and closed the door behind him. Once he'd heard the familiar clunk of the door, he sank to the floor, head in his hands. No, I cannot crumple, Potter is in there and I have to be strong for Scorpius. I MUST be strong for Scorpius. Draco looked up as Potter exited the office.
"You can go in now Malfoy."
"Thanks Harry." Draco walked into the office and settled in the chair. "Where is Scorpius?"
"I'll just get him for you." Dumbledore disappeared for a moment and reappeared with the small boy curled in his arms.
"Scorpius." Draco breathed as he took the sleeping boy carefully from Dumbledore and settled him in his lap.
"I am incredibly sorry to hear about your parents Draco." Dumbledore announced from behind his desk. Draco nodded briefly, not taking his eyes off his brother's blonde head resting on his chest, rubbing slow circles into his soft hair to keep him asleep.
"Thanks you Sir, are you sure it is okay for Scorpius and I to stay here?" Draco questioned quietly.
"Draco! Get Scorpius and go to Dumbledore!"
"Mother, what about-"
"We will be fine, now go!"
Draco swallowed, stubbornly pushing the hunting images to the back of his mind. The night his parents died. Dumbledore gave him a steady calculated look.
"Of course, what kind of a wizard would I be not to offer you and your charming brother a place to live? And he can attend the lessons as well. " The familiar twinkle in his eyes returning.
"I am sure he would love too. He is already showing signs of magic." Draco smiled, finding it hard to hide his brotherly pride and the fact was confirmed by the smile tugging on Dumbledore's lips. Draco looked down and smiled further as Scorpius started stirring on his lap.
"Matin chérubin." Draco cooed as Scorpius looked round, his sleepy eyes looking confused.
" 'raco?..." Scorpius muttered, the 'D' replaced with a yawn, Draco grinned and kissed the top of his head.
"Bien dormis?" He replied, smiling as Scorpius large grey eyes took in where they both where. Scorpius was a much sweeter and more innocent looking version of Draco, with darker hair (mother's side) and a tiny rosebud mouth. And an adorable way of slurring his English words. Scorpius' large eyes finally rested on Dumbledore, he smiled sweetly.
"I'm 'corpuis!" He announced, looking proud and waving at the bemused Headmaster.
"Hello Scorpius. I'm Professor Dumbledore." He replied, his eyes bright and twinkling. Not being able to resist the little boy's charm. Draco chuckled at his brother's face as he relished where he was.
"Draco! Draco! Nous sommes à Poudlard!" Scorpius gushed, slipping back into French in his excitement. Bouncing on Draco's lap, he nodded, smiling.
"But-but-but you said I didn't have to go until I was... Until I was..." He paused to count on his fingers.
"Eight..nine...ten... ELEVEN!" He thrust his hands in Draco's face, narrowly missing his eyes.
"I know, we are staying here for a... Holiday. Remember what I said?" Scorpius nodded, looking sincere.
"We can't live at home until you are old and when Mummy and Daddy are back from Heaven." Draco's smile was a bit more forced now.
"Yes. So we are going to stay here, and you can watch all the lessons I was talking about in the Summer." Scorpius nodded so hard his hair nearly flicked in Draco's face.
"I'm gonna do magic!" He squealed, making Draco laugh.
Draco yawned and ran his fingers though his already dishevelled hair. Scorpius had left his Mothers Engagement ring on Dumbledore's desk and now refused to sleep unless he had it back again. He wearily climbed the stairs to Dumbledore's Office for what felt like the hundredth time. He knocked on the heavy oak door, and not waiting for an answer he pushed it open.
"Sorry Sir, Scorpius left his-" He froze as he saw who was in the room. Harry Potter. Again. The boy he pretended to hate for five years. Who was now currently staring at him with curios but angry eyes.
"Um...Sorry?..." He added awkwardly. "I'll come back later?.." He went to run away but, Dumbledore stopped him with a wise look.
"Not at all Draco. This is what you are looking for?" He spoke slowly, nodding his head towards The Ring in a small pot on his desk. Right where Scorpius had left it. Draco sighed, Harry was still trying to kill him with a look.
"Thank you Sir. Sorry for interrupting again" He replied, gracefully walking over and gently taking it in his hand. The small Diamond leaving an imprint on his palm from where he was clutching it. He looked down as he passed Harry, feeling the waves of anger rolling off him as he passed. He slid out the door and gently closed it shut, before stopping and resting his head on the cold stone wall, relaxing him. He forced himself to take a short shallow breath. He had never felt so intimidated by someone without them speaking to him. Apart from...Him.
Draco nearly didn't notice when Harry stormed out, it was the slam of the door which made him notice. His hand which was clutching the ring flew behind his back, feeling like he should protect it from Harry's anger.
"What's that Malfoy? Something your Death Eater parents stole before killing the muggle it belonged too?" Draco recoiled in shock, before it quickly formed to anger.
"My parents weren't like that!" He hissed back, his grey eyes flashing. Harry scoffed.
"Really?" He shot back, before walking down the stairs. Being the twat he was. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, slid down the wall and resting his head in his hands. Pushing his palms into the socket of his eyes.
"Do it for Scorpius. Do it for us."
Draco groaned and hid his face in the crook of his arm, feeling the familiar tears travelling down his face. Why me?! Why now? He always has to say something and make everything so much worse.
Harry stormed into the Common Room and charged over to a armchair by the fire. He swung his bag down and fell into the seat, sighing heavily.
"What did Dumbledore want Harry?" Harry looked up at the voice, his eyes falling on a large pile of books and some frizzy hair which belonged to the owner of them.
"Oh, Hermione! Not much, he didn't really get to the point." Or was interrupted before he could say it. He thought darkly, his mind flickering to the Blonde. Hermione finally looked up from her huge textbook she was reading with a little frown.
"He must have-"
"A'lright Harrry!" Harry grinned as Ron bounced over, interrupting what Hermione was about to say as he sat in the seat opposite him.
"A'lright Ron? Guess who charged into Dumbledore's office?!" Ron lent back and frowned, thinking for a couple of seconds.
"Don't know... Who?"
"Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed, throwing his hands up to emphasise his point. Ron wrinkled his nose and twirled his wand between his fingers.
"What was he doing there?!" Ron cried, slouching in his chair. Hermione looked up interested.
"Who?"
"Malfoy!" Harry and Ron said in unison, looking at each other and quirking an eyebrow. Hermione had been revising like mad for all the test which would be coming up soon.
"What did he want?" Hermione chirped up, peeking up from behind her book again.
"Don't know... Something about... Scorpuis? Or something and a ring. It was really weird." Harry shrugged and yawned, he had a load of homework to do but he couldn't be bothered.
"Did you get it a fight with him?" Hermione questioned again.
"No... He was really weird, he just shouted at me." Ron stopped twirling his wand and looked up.
"What did you say?" Harry blushed, feeling a bit guilty.
"Just something about his parents being Death eaters. He said his parents were never like that." Hermione frowned.
"Were never? Why is he in past tense?" Harry shrugged, indifferent.
"Don't know, has his reasons." Hermione looked dissatisfied before returning to her book again.
"'raco 'raco! Look at me! Regardez-moi! " Scorpius was running round the hospital wing pretending to fix things with his pretend wand.
"Well done Scorp! Très bon!" Draco laughed at his little brother and went back to studying his parents' wedding rings. His fathers' was now on a chain around his neck and his mothers' he kept in a small box along with the engagement rings which were for Scorp. They were both quite simple, the out lavish family was all an act for the spying his Father had to do. The wedding bands where just a simple gold and the engagements rings were silver, his mothers having a small diamond stud. He sighed and put it back, standing up and grinning.
"Right Scorp, want do you want to play?"
Madame Pomfrey pushed her chair back and frowned at the noises coming from the Hospital Wing. Before remembering who was in there and smiling to herself.
Poor darlings She thought sadly, pushing herself off the chair gently, her hip playing up again. To be left with just your little brother. She trotted over to the door of her Office and stopped just outside, listening.
"Allez aux donjons! espece de sale chien des mers!"
'tothedungeonwithyou,youscurvyseadog!"
She giggled at the playful comment and the little lisp Scorpuis had.
"Non! Non! Ayez pitié oh mon capitaine"
'"No! No! Have mercy oh my captain!"
She heard Draco plea. She gently pushed open the door and smiled at what she saw. They had pushed a bunch of beds together to make the ship? And Draco must had charmed the blankets so the fluttered like they were in an imaginary breeze. A couple of meters away was Draco's 'Ship' which he was currently pleading on to a Scorpuis who had a pillow pointed threatening at his head.
"Jamais!"
"Never!"
"Si je ne peux pas vous joindre alors je dois vous battre!"
"If I cannot join you then I must beat you!"
Draco leapt up and clamped Scorpuis firmly to his chest, tickling his side, who was gasping for breath between giggles.
"Draco! Draco! Arrêt Draco! S'il vous plaît!"
"Draco! Draco! Draco stop! Please! "
Draco paused for a moment, over acting his thinking.
"Eh bien ... je pouvais ..."
"Well ... I could ... "
Scorpuis trying to squirm out of Draco grasp, still giggling, his hair sticking up.
"S'il vous plaît s'il vous plaît s'il vous plait?!"
"Please please please?"
Madame Pomfrey smiled and gently shut the door again, not hearing the answer. But, if the fit of laughter coming through the thick wood answered her question anyway. She walked back over to her chair with a sigh.
All those boys need she thought as she sat down. Is Love.
"Harry! I want to show you something!" Harry looked up from his unfinished Charms Homework in surprise as Hermione bounded over.
"You do?" he looked back and forth between his homework and Hermione. The choice was easy.
"Let's go." He stood up and jogged to catch up with the quickly disappearing girl.
"What is it anyway?" He called after her; she turned on her heel and ran backwards, her eyes shining bright.
"Wellll, you know you said about Draco shouting about a ring and Scorpuis? And said his parents 'weren't'?" Harry nodded, frowning and running his fingers though his hair. It was too late in the evening to be thinking.
"Well, yeah but-"
"Sh! Well, I was curious-"
"When aren't you?"
"-So I did some research and... It is easier just to show you." Harry sighed again as Hermione practically skipped into the Library, he trailed in unwillingly. The Library held some dark memories for him. Mainly late homework and overdue assessments. He looked round and quickly spotted his friends frizzy hair right at the end of the room, causally strolling though the Restricted Section.
"Hermione!" He ran over, gently grabbing her arm. "You can't just waltz into the Restricted Section!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You sound like me. And anyway, I have got permission to come in here whenever I want. Now sit!" Harry sighed and fell into a chair close by.
"Oh course you have unlimited." He muttered, watching Hermione skip off again behind some shelf. She appeared again, her nose in a thick volume, her fingers flicking through it expertly.
"I was looking for the Malfoy Family tree and I..." Hermione paled and Harry frowned.
"What is it!?" Hermione gently put the book on the table in front of him and he lent forward with a frown.
It was a page of small writing and lots of lines all criss crossing like a spiders' web. He narrowed his eyes and made out the title 'The Malfoy Family Tree. 1997.' He looked up to Hermione with a confused look but she just waved at him to continue reading. Harry followed the line with his finger and froze as it was met with a block of red ink, like someone had covered the page with a red permanent marker. The word 'MUDBLOOD LOVERS' sprawled across the whole page. Harry frowned and looked closer; another line was leaning off Narcissa.
'Scorpuis Amare Malfoy. 1994' Harry read out loud and looked up to Hermione, their eyes both saying the same thing. Right under Scorpuis' name.
'KILL THE SPARE.'
"Fucking. Hell. Who would do this Hermione?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"Honestly Harry, anyone could've done it, he's a Slytherin traitor yet none of the other houses know that so therefore it could be anyone." Harry shook his head. How could Malfoy be a traitor? He was a slimy git who would do anything for his precious 'Dark Lord'. Harry clenched his jaw. Hermione seemed to think Draco was legit but there was no doubt in Harry's mind. He was a Death Eater. With Death Eater parents. Definitely. No doubt about it. Absolutely not. No Motherlicking way... But what if he was? And why would his brother be at Hogwarts? And why did Malfoy talk about his parents in the past tense?
" 'Raco? Can you read me a story?" Draco opened his eye sleepily.
"Hm?"
"Story!"
Um... Okay. Before you were born, before I was born, and mummy and daddy and everyone else in the world was born there was a beautiful Unicorn. And the Unicorn was called Scorpius. And one day he was bored so-"
"Scorpius is a boy, He me?"
"Yes Scorpuis. Now, one day he was bored so he started making flowers and plants and trees."
"Trees are plants aren't they?"
"They aren't now. So one day he trips over and hurts his head. The end." Scorpuis turned on Draco's lap and frowned.
"All? It not very good..." Draco laughed and Scorpuis yawned. "'Nother one! 'Raco! 'Raco! Plus! Plus!"
"Okay, one more... One day, a little boy was walki-"
"What his name?"
"Ummm...Harry." Draco said the first name that came to mind, cursing silently. "One day, Harry was walking through a field. It was a beautiful field, full of flowers. And Harry lay down beneath the stars. As he watched, fairies slowly rose from the ground, singing softly. A sweet little song, and Harry stood. He danced with them; waving his arms crazily, making dizzy circles skipping round and round to the soft, beautiful song only he could hear."
"Bee-tifull?"
"Beau, and when Harry tired, they gathered around him, protecting him, singing the same soft song."
"'ow'd it go? Le Chanson?"
"I am coming home soon chéri,
To hold you so tight,
Hold you in my arms,
Sing this song to you at night.
And if you ever need me,
You just whisper mon nom,
I will come back once more,
Make our hearts whole again.
I will never leave you,
I will be in your heart,
Not even God can break us apart.
And when I'm gone to ashes,
And you have grown so tall,
You'll sing this to your enfants,
You will hear my cœur cry once more."
Draco smiled softly, tears threatening to spill over.
"I remember. Mama sing it! Je me souviens!" Scorpius said, fall
"I am coming home soon chéri,
To hold you so tight,
Hold you in my arms,
Sing this song to you at night.
And if you ever need me,
You just whisper mon nom,
I will come back once more,
Make our hearts whole again.
I will never leave you,
I will be in your heart,
Not even God can break us apart.
And when I'm gone to ashes,
And you have grown so tall,
You'll sing this to your enfants,
You will hear my cœur cry once more."
Narcissa sung, her beautiful voice catching in the corners of the room as four year old Draco snuggled down, eyelids drooping. "I love you my little dragon. Je t'aime mon petit dragon."
"Je t'aime mama." Draco said, his words thick with sleep. She softly kissed his forehead before she left the room.
"'Raco...?"
"Yes Scorp?"
"Your eyeses are leaking 'Raco." Draco laughed and wiped away the tears.
"Don't worry Scorp, mon chéri." Scorpius snuggled down beside Draco and closed his eyes.
"Why Mama and Papa leave 'Raco...?" The Slytherin froze.
"Because of... Reasons..."
"Raisons inexplicable?"
"Yes, unexplainable reasons, Scorp. Now go to sleep."
"Oui, 'Raco... G'night... bonsoir..."
"Bonsoir nuit mon chéri..." Draco kissed the top of the three year olds head and closed his eyes.
"'Raco! 'RACO!" Scorpius was running around the hospital wing and Draco shook his head. Too early.
"Quietly Scorp, tranquillement." Draco forced himself out of bed and froze as the door opened.
"Ahh, Draco, Scorpius. Ca va?" Dumbledore asked.
"Oui, merci, ca va?" Draco said nervously.
"I'm very well, thank you Draco. Now, about your living arrangements. I'm not having you in danger of the Slytherin's so... I had an idea."
"What is this idea of yours sir?"
"You may not like it but it is the only one I have."
"What goin' on!? 'Racooooooo! Que se passe-t-il?" Scorpius moaned, holding his arms up. Draco picked his brother up and told him to be quiet.
"What is it Professor?" The blonde asked politely.
"Well... You could stay in Gryffindor. I'm sure they'd be willing if I told them of your predicament."
"Bu-I-ho-wha-I-you-Gryffindor?!" The boy finally stuttered.
"Yes Draco, Gryffindor." Draco went over the Pros and Cons in his head, finally coming to a decision.
"Fine."
"We'll be moving you there later today after Madam Pomfrey has given you a final once-over. You will resume lessons tomorrow." Dumbledore turned and swept out. Draco sat heavily on the edge of the bed, setting Scorpius down.
"'Raco! 'Raco play!" Scorp tugged on Draco's leg.
"Not right now Scorp."
"But... 'Raco..." Scorp's bottom lip was beginning to shake.
"Oh Scorpius..." Draco said, as he kneeled in front of the trembling boy. "I'll play with you later Scorp but right now we need to see Madam Pomfrey and get our stuff..." Draco trailed off. They didn't have any stuff.
"Draco! Could you please bring Scorpius here?" Madam Pomfrey shouted from her office.
"Of course!" Draco stood up and lifted Scorpius up. Once the small boy was settled on Draco's hip, the Slytherin took him over to Madam Pomfrey's office.
"Thank you Draco, set him down in the chair." Draco almost laughed at the worried look on Scorp's face.
"I do wrong?" The boy asked.
"No, of course not Scorp, we're just making sure you're okay." Madam Pomfrey set to work with a series of complicated spells.
"All fine... Draco, sit down please." She gestured to the other chair. Draco nodded, fidgeting nervously. As Madam Pomfrey cast the spells, Draco worried that something would be wrong with him.
"All clear Draco, except a few signs of depression but that's normal after everything you've been through. Now, we've purchased your books, robes and spare clothes from Diagon alley so there's no need to worry about that. We've also got Scorpius some clothes and toys too, we also brought him a few learning sheets so he can start learning things he would normally learn at this age."
"Thank you." Draco nodded his head and picked Scorp up, resting him on his hip.
"Everything you need is already packed in the trunk. Get dressed and play with Scorpius for a while then at ten, Professor McGonagall will come and take you to Gryffindor."
"Thanks for everything Madam Pomfrey." Draco walked out of her office and found the trunk by their beds.
"Now Scorpius, what would you like to wear today? We have..." Draco set Scorp down and looked through the contents of the trunk. They had a few sets of wizards robes for him, along with some muggle clothes, his school robes, all his books, ink, quill ect, three onsie's for Scorpius and a few mini sets of wizard robes. Right at the bottom was a toy broomstick that really flew.
"Oh wow..." Draco pulled out an onsie which was dark blue. It had a mixture of stars and moons on. "Scorp! Come here, venir ici!" Scorpius ran over to Draco.
"Starses and moons!" Draco helped Scorpius change into it then changed into ripped skinny jeans and a plain blue t-shirt. He slipped on one of the jumpers and a pair of navy converse trainers.
"C'mon Scorp, put the toys back in. We'll need to go soon." Draco reached for his wand "Tempus." His wand told him it was quarter to ten. Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes. Slowly, he and Scorp gathered up all the toys and put them in the trunk. He took the pot of coins from the bedside table and put that in an inside pocket. As he stood up, he ran his fingers through his hair, letting his fringe fall forward.
"C'mon Scorp... Is that everything?"
"Tis everythin' 'Raco!... Will you sing song 'Raco?"
"Of course,
I am coming home soon chéri,
To hold you so tight,
Hold you in my arms,
Sing this song to you at night.
And if you ever need me,
You just whisper mon nom,
I will come back once more,
Make our hearts whole again.
I will never leave you,
I will be in your heart,
Not even God can break us apart.
And when I'm gone to ashes,
And you have grown so tall,
You'll sing this to your enfants,
You will hear my cœur cry once more."
Scorp crawled onto Draco's lap and curled up.
"I miss Mama and Papa 'Raco..."
"I do too Scorp..."
"Did they want leave?"
"No Scorp..."
"Den why?"
"Because...of...reasons..."
"But but but... but why?!"
"I don't know..."
"Mr Malfoy... How are you?" McGonagall said from the door. Draco looked up, surprised.
"Umm...Okay miss..."
"Who you?" Scorp demanded, clinging to Draco.
"I'm Professor McGonagall, I'm going to be looking after you and Draco from now on..."
"Okay..." He said, uncertainly.
"I will carry your trunk Draco... Follow me." Draco balanced Scorp on his hip and breathed in a deep breath. Breathe and you'll be fine. He followed McGonagall out the hospital wing and up the stairs. He passed many portraits who pointed and whispered hurriedly. They stopped outside McGonagall's classroom and she set the trunk down and went inside. She reappeared with a little toy dragon for Scorpius .
"Thank you." Draco said kindly as Scorpius played with it, fascinated. He continued to follow McGonagall up the stairs and around the corners until he got slightly dizzy. He rounded another corner and stopped as he saw the Fat Lady. He swallowed and continued walking. I can do this. I have to. For Scorpius. Draco's pulse elevated and his breathing quickened. He really didn't want to be stuck in Gryffindor who might hex him or Scorpius, and there was no way he would let that happen. No Motherlicking way. Absolutely not. But Harry was in there. The same Harry who had called his parents Death Eaters. Draco didn't know if he could live with that. He was rapidly closing in on the Fat Lady who concealed Gryffindor.
"Will they be in there?"
"Yes they will, I called a special meeting because of it." Draco nodded. There was no need for a special meeting, he could settle in by himself. They stopped just outside.
"Fortitude." The Portrait swung open.
"What the bloody hell is that?!"
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