Blood Ties Chapter 4

I still don't own Harry Potter

"So young Scorpius is in Gryffindor?" asked Harry, grinning widely after Draco had finished talking to his son, "That's terrific!"

Draco merely scowled. Gryffindor was not the house of the Malfoy family. Generation after generation, each Malfoy had proudly entered the Slytherin house. The house of pure-blooded wizards. But alas, this type of thinking was no longer embraced by most of the wizarding community.

"Back to the matter at hand," began Harry, "The Death Eaters that escaped Azkaban can't be that much of a threat. I would imagine the Auror department should be able to round them up in a few days."

"No Potter," said Draco, "These Death Eaters were freed by a master of the Dark Arts. This could be one of the biggest threats since The Dark Lord himself."


Scorpius sat on the bed clutching the two-way mirror.

His father had sounded extremely disappointed in him. Albus sat down next to him and clapped him on the back.

"It's alright mate," he said with newfound confidence, "You'll be fine. Now c'mon, it's time we started heading to Transfiguration."

Scorpius reluctantly rose, and followed Albus out of the dormitories.


Rose had easily begun making friends within her first class, Herbology. She was in fact, giggling with two other Ravenclaw girls when the professor stumbled in.

"Sorry I'm late class!" he exclaimed, panting, "I had to take care of a rogue Man-eating Snarggle Pod."

Murmurs of excitement rippled through the group of first years. No one was quite sure what a Man-eating Snarggle Pod was, but it certainly sounded exciting.

"But to start off class," began the professor, after regaining his breath and posture, "We'll be handling some mandrakes. Usually, this is a pretty advanced subject, most of the time they're not used until your second year. But I wanted to get something exciting for your first day. Now, who can tell me, what are the medicinal properties of the mandrake?"

Rose's hand immediately shot into the air.

"Like mother, like daughter," thought Professor Longbottom.


Harry returned to his desk at the ministry. He sat down in the comfortable chair, removed his glasses, and rubbed his temples rhythmically.

"Well what'd he want," inquired the man in the next desk over.

"He wanted to talk about the Azkaban escape," replied Harry, taking his hand off his head, and returning his glasses, "He wants to try to meet up with them, and gather information for us."

"Don't tell me you actually trust him Harry," said Ron, "Once a snake, always a snake."

Harry laughed.

"Look Ron, whatever they're up to, it's big. I got a report from Hogwarts saying that someone had tried to break into Dumbledore's tomb."

"Yeah… we have people on that. But how about you and I go down there and check it out for good measure. There's nothing else to do but paper work."

Harry laughed again. "Alright," he said, "Let's go."