"Get in, you oaf!" Hermione said to her husband, who was ever so reluctant to get a motorized chair. Every move he made toward the chair felt like a lose of freedom and youth. "The Mediwizard said you have to use a chair from now on to prevent falls. You're old, now except it!" She pulled his arm as she lowered him into the chair. He came down into it hard, and closed his eyes as he imagined every last ounce of youth (which, in his mind, was in the form of cheese balls) fall off the scale of life. He credited himself for this poetic thought, even if the cheese ball thing was far fetched, and made a mental note to write it down later. Ron soon forgot his poetic saying within moments of riding to the bingo hall.

"B9!" The perky assistant called from the front of the room. Draco let a smirk come on to one side of his face as he slid another chip on his card, only two chips away from a bingo. The thing about Draco Malfoy, was that he always smirked to that side, so his face had developed a more prominent line there, and gave him a permanent scowl. He ran a hand through his hair, keeping it slicked back. His smug expression fell from his face, and the color drained with it when Daniel called across the room.

"BINGO!" He stood with a big smile on his face, he turned to look at Mr. Draco, who had a stern and disappointed look on his face, Daniel was instantly reminded of the old photos he saw hanging around Hogwarts, and one man called Severus Snape. Daniel's plump face found satisfaction in seeing his rival bingo-er fail, he couldn't help but smirk back at Mr. Draco. "Bingo, bingo, bingo!" He called over and over, chanting at Mr. Draco. Although Draco was aggravated by this gesture, a small amount of pride and satisfaction swelled in his soul, as he thought that a Potter descendant could be so un-Gryffindor.

"So it appears we have a new winner!" The ever-so-annoyingly perky witch called over, and rushed to give the boy his cash prize.

"No! Don't give it to him!" A voice called from across the room. Ah, so the Potters up until Daniel were still noble. "He doesn't need that, I'm sorry he interrupted." The man, who must have been Daniel's father rushed over and grabbed him by the arm, Draco stood to follow. "Daniel, why aren't you with us? It's great-grandfather Harry's anniversary. Remember who your great-grandfather is?"

"Yes, but-" Daniel tried, but Draco cut him off.

"I called him here. He said he could beat me at bingo, and he has proved himself sufficiently so." Draco didn't normally stand up for small children. Usually the only contact he had with them was pushing them over, popping their balloons, and stealing their ice cream so he didn't have to wait in line for it.

"That doesn't make running off right." The father said. "And besides, you're Draco Malfoy, if I'm correct. I don't care if you're both Slytherin. Or if we're partially related, I don't want my son hanging around a bad influence.

Ah, there was the Gryffindor Draco knew and hated!

"Dad!" Daniel sounded horrified.

"Come, Daniel, your mum is worried about you." Daniel looked between his father and Draco. He pushed his glasses up on his face and handed a piece of paper to Draco.

"Whatever, father. Let's go see great-grandfather Harry." They walked out and the Weasley's followed them out. Draco hadn't even known they were in here. Draco open the crudely folded envelope and pulled out a small piece of paper that read:

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

I'm writing this in my Potions class because I am very bored. If I ever have the opportunity to give this to you in person, I would be super amazed. We learned about you in Hogwarts History class today, and I think you are really cool. We also learned about my great-grandfather Harry Potter, and the professor made me get up in front of the whole class and say something nice about him. I said that he did a lot for the war, but didn't tell me any cool stories about it because he doesn't like to talk about it. Then, my soon-to-be-new best friend, Tom Malfoy, had to get up and say anything about his great-grandfather. He had all this cool stuff to say. So now I am writing you this long letter to say I am your biggest fan. EVER.

From, and with love,

Daniel Potter

Head of the Draco Malfoy fan-club

Draco looked at the letter quizzically. What the bloody hell…? Oh well, at least he had a fan club. That was actually something nice, from a Potter. This Daniel fellow continued to amaze him.

"Wow! You've been married one-hundred and thirty years! It's hard to believe." Hermione gushed at them, and Ron took her hand, then he looked at his sister.

"What to you have to say for yourself, Gin?" He tilted his head to one side.

"Not a thing, except-" She sharpened her tone-of-voice "You better have gotten us a chess set. Harry got mad at the old one and broke a bishop."

"It wasn't anger! It was… uh…" Harry tried to say something in his defense, but couldn't think of a thing.

"Oh, sorry dear, it was just sore-loosing. I suppose I got that confused with anger…" She teased. They all smiled at each other, and Ron (who had secretly begun to like his chair) wheeled over to the all-you-can-eat buffet. There was a rumble, and dust fell from the ceiling. Everyone looked up and there was another rumble, and more dust. Suddenly, a black figure fell through the ceiling, and several others followed. The figures all pulled out wands, and the Golden Trio plus Ginny responded with like action. Ron wheeled his way quickly back over to Hermione, and Hermione toward him as they had in every kind of situation, mainly the wedding so many years ago. As his ambitions in life were for protecting her. Screaming children from the Potter and Weasley extended family added to the chaos, and more wands were pulled out. Little Daniel, who had just arrived to the scene with his father wielded his wand as well, and immediately cast the only spell he had mastered as of yet.

"Wingardium Leviosa" He said, with a flick of his wand. Unable to properly aim, Harry Potter was lifted into the air. Daniel was shocked at this and lost focus, and Harry thudded back on the ground with his jaw clattering. Soon enough, spells were being fired, and it appeared to be a stalemate. The men in black dropped their wands and put their hands in the air. Daniel set one down, and Harry began to speak, "What do you want?" He asked, and all the wrinkly skin in the room made Daniel wrinkle his own nose in disgust as he finally got a good look at the fellows in front of him. All old men, some with canes, and all with everlasting grudges and regret that they joined the wrong side over a hundred years ago.

"In all honestly, one of those chairs there that you have…" One Deatheater proposed. He was silenced quickly by the leader.

"No, we do not. Our youth lies in out legs. At least, that's out new motto as of… five seconds ago."

"I knew it!" Ron yelled, but Hermione elbowed him in the rib cage. "Ow…"

"Wise one, that fat man is. Agreeing with me. Because those who don't will die. And those who do will also die, because I just don't like you. I'm sorry about this speech by the way, but I think we can all agree that out memories have failed us. I had one all planed out, but I forgot my flashcards at home. We're just here to kill you all."