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"Bla…" –Speaking
'Bla…' -thought or mocking the word or even only to use a word for another one… I think I may have confused myself! Grins
:Bla…: -Parseltongue
«Bla…» -written text, letter or latter on Harry 'speaking'… you'll know what I meaning latter chapters
/iii/ same time other place.
/sss/ same place other time
/ooo/ changes completely
/aaa/ another person in the same time and same place
A/N: Nope, not betaed… any volunteers?
OOOOOOOOOOO
Lucius Malfoy wasn't shocked or startled. He wasn't when the door banged open with such force that made the glass whiskey on his table rattle and he wasn't either when his young son, Draco Malfoy, swept in. He wasn't he told himself firmly.
He stared at his son frowning slightly, as he swept in, a flustered, and more than annoyed, look on his face. Malfoys usually didn't show emotion, but he let that pass, as he was alone in his study, the whole table covered in papers and parchments from the ministry for his lord. Only useful information, of course.
He cocked an eyebrow and cleared his throat to give his son enough time to compose himself.
Draco, stopping dead in his tracks in the middle of his fathers study let his mask rise and felt all his emotions being swept away from his face by the breath of Malfoy composure and elegancy.
"Son, do take a seat!" he watched as Draco settled himself in the slightly lower armchair across from him, the state of the armchair stating the power that he held.
Lucius leaned back in his own armchair, taking a sip from the whiskey, eyeing the paperwork distastefully. He resisted the temptation to sigh as he thought about McNair, now in one of Azkabans cells in his name. He hoped that Ricardo, a lowly Death Eater of the Neither Ranks and a guard in Azkaban, didn't forget to give McNair the Polijuice Potion (one that lasted 5 hours only, the effect of the addition of slightly more boomslang(1) skin). Regularly.
Lucius eyes wandered back to his son, an almost exact copy of himself, safe the lips and his eyes. His lips where of medium size and slightly darker while Draco's where small, thin and pale pink and his eyes where ocean blue while his son's dark grey.
"Draco, can I help you?"
He saw Draco gulp slightly.
"I, I wanted to ask about the Grangers… I saw them today while I was tracking Potter. They mentioned you'd been to them before."
Lucius sighed and looked at Draco sternly, taking a sip from the whiskey in front of him, grabbing some papers, straightening them and then leaning back in his chair…
Yes, it was time for Draco to know everything now.
He started with what he had told the Granger too.
"The Wizarding world has been fooled, many times, by the 'great' Albus Dumbledore. While he did it thinking it was a good thing he was doing, he was doing great damage to himself, even though he didn't notice it. Many persons let themselves be fooled by the Light Aura that he shines. That's what makes other people trust him so much… That is, of course, until he makes a major error. He hasn't been making that much errors either-" Lucius took a sip from the whiskey and leaned back in the comfortable, though slightly hot, leather chair, swirling the liquid in it's container. Draco leaned forward, to hear better. "Well, Dumbledore hasn't been making errors or major, or important, errors since the last… that being the mistake he did with Potter." Lucius continued "And people have started to trust him again. So he made another mistake. The Grangers, of course. You see, Draco, you never should judge a book by its cover. Just because Hermione Granger was dubbed a Mudblood doesn't mean she really is. The Grangers actually are a strange kind of Pureblood family, who range further than the Zabinis. We are, in a way, related to them very-" he was cut of by the disgusted look that Draco send him, but continued in favour of ignoring the looks his son send him. "- distantly. Of course, since the Granger family had such a big influence in the day-to-day life of other wizards and witches, the ministry and organisations of different parts of our society, Dumbledore wanted to have that influence on his side." He was cut off by his son once again.
"They weren't on Dumbledores side since the beginning?"
Lucius shook his head, the hair that was tied behind his head making elegant waves on the leather, and took another sip from his drink before setting it down on the table in front of him, mindful of the papers on it and careful not to spill the drink.
"They weren't, no son. Have you ever heard of the 'Oblivius Tempurarus' spell?"
Draco shook his head, but he could imagine what the spell did, only from hearing it. "It has something of a memory spell in it, but I haven't heard from it, yet, only in passing once." He followed his father with his eyes as Lucius stood and made his way over to a large and tall bookshelf on the other side of the room in warm earth colours. The fire crackled and it made Draco's head spin in that direction before refastening it on his father.
"'Oblivius Tempurarus' is not a common spell; I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it. It isn't considered a Dark Spell, just as 'Obliviate' isn't considered Dark either. Both work very similarly. But while 'Obliviate' can be broken by anybody, be it by torture or by a memory recovering ceremony, which takes days upon days to prepare and another set of weeks to do, the 'Obliviatus' needs more to it. First, the individual should be very strong, in magic and in will. Of course, they could be very week and have somebody from their family or close friendship brake the spell for them. Or, of course, you have a pensieve filled with those memories that were taken and carefully implanting them back, which, in itself, is a very risky performance, as you could implant the wrong memories in or simply cause a break down of the mind of the person you're implanting them in if you do it too fast."
Lucius came back and sat in front of his son, in his hands a black leather bound book, with the emblem GH and the words: Luna(2), of fate and family.
"I think you should read this. After all, Granger will be coming to our manor often, if I'm correct?" Draco's head shot up, from examining the book, in a simple nod of his head.
"Yes, father. They are coming soon, with Potter in their wake. He collapsed in Diagon Alley… I- He cried father. I think he has gone mad." Draco's voice broke slightly in the end, but he composed himself rather quickly. He shot a questioning look at his father as the man sighed to his suspicions. "I rather hope he's not, Draco."
Draco stayed even more confused than before.
/ooo/
Dinner arrived fast at the Weasleys Homes. The smell of food and of the fire-flowers in the back garden, just waiting for someone to touch them and brake into beautiful purple flames, floated in the loud house as Molly Weasley called everybody down for dinner.
The twins came first, hair pink and noses swollen, smelling of chocolate. They had been like that for two weeks already… and their rooms were still in the pink colour of last week. Molly could only sigh at them.
Next came Billius Weasley. His hair had been cut, a hex from Molly who had finally fed up with it and had cut it in the middle of the night and had hidden his snake tooth earring. Bill was still mad at her for that.
Ginnerva Weasley came down, Molly's sweet little princess, and her youngest son hot on Ginny's heels. In Ginny's hands was a photograph, who Molly couldn't recognize the persons identity.
She sighed at the sight of the three still open seats. Percy was still being stubborn and hadn't once said anything to his family since the ministry incident. Charlie was working, since one of the Dragons had laid eggs recently and the dragon faculty needed all help it could get to keep the dragon safe and not letting her kill anybody.
And Arthur… Well, Arthur was working still, the Ministry being quite overworked with the new attacks on Muggles. The Dark Lord had been very quiet as of late, though, some stretching of his Muscles, just to remind everybody that yes, he really was back, but nothing major than a few raids on some Muggle places. She really hoped that everybody was ok.
As she shuffled along to serve her family her thoughts strayed to other things completely. She hadn't heard of Hermione, for example, or her darling boy, Harry… Come to think of it, she hadn't heard anything from Ron's side either, not one comment, or plea for them to come visit them.
Molly frowned at that. And she opened her mouth to ask if he had heard anything from those two, when the banging open of her door stopped her mid word.
Hurried steps were heard on the hall and even before she could turn fully around she was embraced from behind by her husband.
"Arthur what-?" but she didn't even finish the sentence before Arthur squeezed her even tighter. She barely registered the wetness forming on her shoulder where Arthurs head lay, when she registered the barely audible words that escaped her husbands lips.
"Gone, Molly, he's gone… Gone, Harry's gone."
And somehow, her world broke in two.
Harry, her almost son, had disappeared.
/iii/
Surrey, Privet Drive, House number 4. Still, calm… somehow dead. That was how the Dursleys found their home after returning from their trip. If they where expecting life they would be disappointed. Seeing as they hadn't been expecting anything but the silence they couldn't be more uninterested. The lock turned and with a forced push to it, it opened to a dark, silent house. Nothing was heard, not a creak, not a sob, not even breathing!
Where was that scum of a disgusting boy they had to call their nephew? He was supposed to take care of their baggage as soon as they set foot in this house… and where was the smell of food, of cleanness? Irresponsible boy, that Potter was… lazy, that's what he was… Nothing a good punish can't erase.
The little family entered the house.
And after a quick scan on the house the results were final.
"I'm going to kill that filth as soon as I get my hands on him… How dare he run away from us?"
And Petunia Dursley only nodded in answer.
Secretly she wished that her nephew didn't return, ever… if only to escape her husbands murderous intentions.
/iii/
In a quiet room in the Leaky Caldron Harry Potter opened his eyes to the night.
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A/N: 1. Check second book"
2. Luna means moon"
Hello all… YES, I'm somehow back… or rather, kinda back! Seeing as I have exams whole this time and all, and yes, I don't have much time either. But it's spring break, so I'm able to write something!
And no, I'm still not fit. My aunt died and I have dedicated one of my one-shots to her (Angel Tears). My cousin has reappeared again, but she started taking drugs, my parents have only warmed a little and hm… the only think working right now would be my school and my love life ( Nothing ;-)).
Hope to become reviews on this!
Oh, I may be updating this week, but not next! And yes, my 2 other computers were packed with chapters. They're down though… Virus, so I'll be writing all of them again!
Kitty