A/N: So I have to admit I wasn't quite expecting the response chapter 1 received, though it was gratifying to my inner adolescent who originally had this idea. I could never have written it then the way I did a few years ago, but I was still taken aback by the number of people who have read this, bookmarked it, subscribed to it, left kudos and/or comments. Thank you.
This is short, though I hope it is a worthy successor to chapter 1. I tried to get the style and voice of Draco and Lucius as close to chapter 1 as I could, but I'm not completely sure I succeeded as it's been a few years since I last wrote anything about this idea. I received, however, a comment recently which made me look back at other comments and they had me thinking about what I would even write next. Rather than condemn these resulting two snippets to my computer I have decided to post them, unedited (not beta read) and short, in the hopes that anyone who may have been waiting for more might be appreciative even of so little. Fair warning, I wrote them within the last 45 minutes or so.
Honestly if it's not the right follow up I can always take it down and edit or rewrite it. Time will tell when or if I will post anything else. Again, I make no promises.
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25 June 1995
No matter how long Draco stared at the canopy nothing changed, not the pattern on the cloth above him, not the snores of his dorm mates, and not--no, he wasn't thinking about that. He had, in fact, been pointedly not thinking about that for the last few hours though without any real level of success.
He bit his lower lip slightly as he let his mind roam, finally, in the direction they had wanted to go all night. His papa had, once Draco had been old enough to ask, refused to ever tell him anything about when his father had arrived in the past. In the stories it had seemed as though his father had always been present, though of course Draco knew better as he observed Potter's presence year after year. All he had known was that it would happen before graduation even though, at least in hindsight, Draco thought the when should have been obvious even if the how wasn't yet clear to him.
He wished he could have had the distraction of daylight, or the comfort of his papa, but his papa had rushed off as soon as word of Potter's disappearance had spread through the crowd and the dark held very few answers to the questions spiraling throughout his head. Sighing, he rolled over and forced his eyes closed; it was time to try sleep once again.
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25 June 1995
Lucius spared a thought for his son, his tension obvious on his face, as word of the disappearance spread but he was already running out of time. Their calculations, precise as they could be, had never been so precise as to allow for error. What little time he had was, in all honesty, mostly a bit of an educated guess. He frowned and hurried his pace at the remembrance, glancing at his watch as he went. Now was not the time to reflect and recalculate; they had either been correct all those years ago or not and nothing Lucius did now would change that. All he could do was arrive where he needed to be as close to the originally calculated time as possible.
Reaching the end of the wards Lucius turned, watching the trees swirl and change. A quick direction spell and he was moving again, through the trees to the small copse of young beech trees they had warded some seventeen years ago or so. Once there he glanced at his watch one more time and settled down against one of the trees. All he had now to do was wait.