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A Picture and an Unrelated Note.
A Picture:
His long blond hair waves in the sun that reflects grey off of the moving white and black photo.
His school robes move and shift with movements that glint a sliver badge on school robes.
His arm drapes over the shoulders of a grinning, laughing young girl. An eyebrow raises and a smiles cracks through uncomfortable looking features.
She stands slouched under his heavy looking arm, showing weight and comfort as she gives a laugh, suddenly shifting her stance to hold his growing weight on her.
Her knees give out and she topples over laughing.
He catches himself with a step, giving a dark smirk of his own.
His name is Lucius Malfoy.
Her name was Lily Evans.
They would never speak in any other situation, and in any other situation he would never touch her.
They stand on a bank somewhere far off the grounds of Hogwarts. In the mountains where the air is clean.
That summer was the for the King of Snakes, The Queen of Snake Pit, The coldest one of them all, and flower that shone most beautiful.
An Unrelated Not
Lucius:
Happy bloody birthday you blond haired git.
Another year pass, another year you cheated death you lucky prick.
Draco is fitting in fine within the house in his first year. Potter is remarkably like his father as expected, doing what needs to be done will be done earlier if his stupidity continues. Minerva gave him a spot on the Quidditch team starting now... so I'm quite certain it will not take long until the cockiness begins to show, and he begins strutting around the school like James. Dear Merlin Lucius, you have to save me... I can't go back to Azkaban..especially for killing Harry Potter, but it's so hard not to strangle him, like i did his dad... I bet his neck snaps just like his father.
Enough incriminating talk, I'm drinking like you were here and a bit loose lipped.
Please Forgive the unworthy.
I will see you at the Manor Saturday around 6:30. We can all celebrate your birthday, if it's anything like the last three years, I'll need the next three days to recover.
Age is just a state of mind my friend.
Age is just a state of mind.
-H.B.P.
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