"Maybe the old ones are right. I refer now to the time immortals - the blood drinkers who survived millenia - who saw that none of us change over time; we only become more fully what we are."

Excerpt from 'The Queen of the Damned" by Anne Rice

Advocating:
-blah, blah, blah, you know what will I say, don't you? Some of the characters belong to me, and the other ones belong to marvellous J. K. Rowling, and the rest belongs to who ever else I (ab)used them from;
-Anne Rice belongs to herself, and the 'excerpt' belongs to her.

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'Oh, no' Harry thought. The sight of the Dark Mark chilled down his spine. Something even worse was that as soon as he turned around, he was standing face to face with Severus Snape. Harry wasn't so short anymore comparing with Snape's 190cm. 1,72 Harry was, almost as Professor Deitrich (without her heels on). Did I mention that she was there, too, standing right beside Snape. Neither Harry nor Ron could even think what were they doing there, together. To ask, it wasn't wise.
-"Professor, there's a Dark Mark" - Ron's voice was panicky. It caused Ancilla to harshly push both Harry and Ron away from the window, sticking her head out. Surprise, surprise!
-"Severus, come here" - she said quietly. Severus roughly pushed Harry, who was standing in front of him on the side, and got to the window.
-"Porca miseria" - Snape muttered softly in Italian. The Dark Mark; the sign of Lord Voldemort. By Ancilla's bewildered face-expression it was clear that she knew nothing about this. That's how much he knew.
-"Professor..." - Ron uttered. Ancilla briskly turned to him.
-"What happened, Weasley?" - she asked strictly.
-"Who did it?" - Snape growled, dangerously.
-"A shadow... than it turned into an eagle and flew away" - Ron was talking breathlessly.
-"An eagle?" - Ancilla repeated, anxiously.
-"You're laying Weasley. You and Potter played a prank, didn't you?" - Snape said sceptically, shaking his head.
-"Severus?, you are being ludicrous (as you tend to be, even though you don't want to be)" - Ancilla said to him, of course, not saying the part in the brackets. Ron couldn't help noticing that Ancilla seemed dispirited at once.
-"Ancilla, I think you should go and inform Professor Dumbledore about this. If he does not know already about this, of course; tout-de-suite! Potter, Weasley, you two follow me, in my office, NOW!" - that sudden change of most formal voice into a shrill crescendo was followed by a theatrical turn, and walking away. Harry and Ron stood still for a moment.
-"He said now" - Ancilla snarled at Harry and Ron, quietly. They run after Snape after than. Wasn't too easy to catch him, but he informed them already that he is heading towards his office, so that's where they were supposed to go (not that they really wanted to...)

Severus Snape was in his office, neurotically drumming his gaunt fingers on the neatly arranged desk.
-"Sit down, both of you" - he said. -"What were you doing there, where I found you?" - as they sat down, he added.
-"We were returning from the detention, sir" - Ron answered, lifelessly. Harry was too involved in thinking what the hell is happening, and why did the grim shadow visit the Hogwarts, leaving the stigma of the Lord Voldemort.
-"Is it wise to wander around the hallways after the detention, Weasley, Mr "Special" Potter" - Snape's eyes narrowed.
-"We weren't wondering around, the shadow just swapped beside us, and it left us breathless" - Ron was trying to explain. Snape wasn't catching on it.
-"And what about you Potter, what is your excuse?" - Snape mocked Harry, with ethereal snicker.
-"Ron is not lying, sir. He weren't wondering" - Harry said determinedly.
-"Of course Potter, as always, I believe you. Just like your good-for-nothing father; to use the detentions as an excuse to stay in the hallway after dark, with your good-for-nothing buddies, and get drunk. They were all alcoholics. Your father still has not become one because he died too early, but that bastard Sirius could not miss any chance to fill himself up with 'holy ethanol"" - words were spitefully flying from Severus' mouth.
-"My father was not a drunk!" - Harry shouted, sitting up from his seat. Ron was giving him moral support.
-"Of course he was not, I never said he was. But you could not know about that, could you? He is dead; you were only one-year old when he got killed by Lord Voldemort (this was first time Harry heard Snape saying 'Lord Voldemort'). I told you Potter, your father was an ignorant fool. He died, never knowing the conspiracy against him. Coup d'état! I hope you end up the same way he did" - Snape said. His spleen was insatiable. Arbitrariness of his hatred made him so cantankerous.
He was hypnotised in his abhorrence. Nobody could notice Ancilla Deitrich casually walking in due to all the iconoclastic muteness. Ron Weasley was burning from malevolence towards Professor Snape because he would keep applying all the mental tribulation on his best friend.
As Ancilla approached Snape's desk, Harry was still standing facing Snape.
-"Weasley" - she hissed, shrilly. Jesus, she looked irritated. -"Go and inform Dumbledore that we will be there very soon - he is in the Great Hall." - Ron raised up to go.
-"Harry, you stay" - Harry eventually wanted to escape Snape's .
-"I overheard almost everything, Severus" - she said, sharply when Ron was out of the office. Her eyes were two black bullets.
-"Preach me about James Potter once again, please. I know, so many times you instruct me how to behave..."
-"Severus" - she snapped at him, and was shut up at the point.
-"James knew about the game, the conspiracy, who set him up, and why" - she said, softly, standing face to face with Severus, as Harry watched.
Snape shook his head as a sigh he is confused. He didn't know how could James Potter find out about something like that.
-"Severus darling, I told James everything I knew.
"I see how the hatred and malevolence initiated so much xenophobia into you. I always found you a decent man, mon chèr, and saying something low like this to Harry about his father, I would find it easier to see Lucius doing this. Only difference is that Lucius is not doing this, you are" - she concluded softly, looking mildly at Harry. The kid was dead-confused. More as he knew, less sense it made.
-"You think he wouldn't... you think he would miss the chance to 'lower himself'? he just doesn't have a good chance, Fru (Fru - Swedish. Mrs) Ancilla Dorontje Deitrich" - he spoke to her.
-"James was a moral man with high etiquette" - Ancilla spoke.
-"If he was what you address him he was, he wouldn't do what he had. Moral men with high etiquette don't look at women other than their own wives." - Snape told her off, surveying her face.
She sighed again, shifting her long neck. Than she spoke, despite that vivid holocaust was reflected on her pale face: -"Harry, Dumbledore is waiting for us; follow me."
Both Snape and Harry followed her to the Great Hall.

When they arrived to the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore was talking to the Hogwarts students already, assuring them that there's nothing to be afraid of. All of them seemed so frightened, as they stood wearing pyjamas only, shimmering.
Ancilla Deitrich showed Harry to Dumbledore, over the crowd of the students. He stopped talking to the students, and McGonagall continued where he stopped, giving really active speech.
-"Harry Potter, it is not safe for you to stay at Hogwarts, right now (-"I shan't be going to Dursleys, nein" - Harry instantly shook his head.)" - Professor Dumbledore spoke quickly to Harry. He informed him that he is not safe at Hogwarts, and enquired for him to go and stay over Ancilla's mansion for several days. Ancilla previously agreed with this.
At first, she was not sure if it is better to take Harry over to Mathieu's villa; or to her father's enormous Gothic mansion. It seemed that better idea was her father's mansion. It will be a good chance for her to make up with her father. They were in fight, for ages already, Julian Deitrich was always soft when it came to his precious daughter. He taught her best ways to be obnoxious and sassy, but when to be gentle.
Apparently, Draco stood near Harry, Dumbledore, and Ancilla. He overheard the conversation, not caring to listen to what McGonagall was telling them. Harry was something even more heinous to him, now when he found out that he will be going over Ancilla's house, and spending time there. Well, that was unfair. He had a plan. Beside the fact that with every moment he was getting bigger crush on her, staring at her lean body, she was apparently his godmother, and if he acted out a highly pathetic scene presenting her how he is afraid from Lord Voldemort, she will have to take him with Harry, too. So he would be staying over her house, too.
-"Ancilla" - he feebly called at her, as Harry went away to pack his stuff.
-"Yes, Draco" - she turned to him.
-"Could I have a word with you, please?" - he asked her, angelically.

Harry went up to the Gryffindor tower to pack his luggage. As he was saying goodbye to Ron and Hermione, in the common room, who were staying at the Hogwarts (everyone else would be staying at the Hogwarts, even though some people seemed rather apprehensive about it), he remembered that he forgot to pack his stuff from the night table. Briskly, he climber up the spiral staircase, and went over to the night table. As soon as he opened the drawer, he found it empty. The Protivsmrti Talisman was supposed to be in there. It was there.
Despite the fact that it was not there, Harry had to go. He said his final farewell to everyone in the common room, and went out, towards the hallway in front of the Great Hall.
Professor Ancilla Deitrich was waiting there for him, along with Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape. So cold she seemed to Snape now. Draco Malfoy was surprise for Harry. He was also there, along with his fancy, black trunk.
-"Harry Potter, you are ready at least" - she said, as soon as she saw him, walking over to him, and helping him with his trunk. Much stronger than he was she.
-"We will be travelling by brooms" - Ancilla told him, her voice full of epileptic anguish. What was the last time she rode the broom?
Of course, if she decided, she would rather walk to her house, through the house was far south, in the England.
And than they set off, outside the Hogwarts. No one else accompanied them, as Harry and Draco reached out for their fabulous brooms, two shinny, perfect Firebolts. Harry wondered what was Draco doing here.
Madame Hooch landed Ancilla her personal broom. She always believed that Ancilla is a marvellous flier; she saw her once, when Lucius practically made Ancilla ride the broom. From that time, she was literally bullying Ancilla into joining the Slytherin Quidditch Team.
Harry and Draco's trunks were heavy. Ancilla charmed them to be light as air.
-"Follow me" - she said, ethereally ascending in the air. She was natural on the broom. Harry and Draco followed her.
She flew like an eagle, yet her hands were stiff, tightly locked to the broom.
-"How long will it take us to get there?" - Draco asked, flying abreast with her.
-"Around an hour" - she answered. From time to time she would check a small gadget. It was size of a pocket watch. It would navigate her to her house.

Thing Ancilla never learnt with broom (she learnt, but she forgot) was how to land. She slid over the lawn of her manor, ending up the hedge fence. She was laying on the fairly wet grass, as the broom was stuck in the bush. The broom was dancing, trying to get out of the bushed. It couldn't, because it apparently couldn't go backwards. Draco and Harry run to her to see if she's ok.
Indubitably, she was better than usual. She lead them to the inside of her house, carrying their trunks.
Draco and Harry were astonished as they entered her mansion. Draco was slightly jealous because you would not really use word mansion to describe it -- it was a tremendous chateau.
You would enter the double door, and find yourself in the smaller antechamber with sphere ceiling. It was just a fancy overture to even fancier hall. The hall and the two rooms on each side were in the style of Byzantine basilica. The middle chamber was titanic, with dome-covert. Long, long stairs were in the middle. They counted somewhere around three-hundred; the fence around them was metal, elaborated in contour of swords and Gothic crosses. Walls were covered in murals, frescos; the pictures of slaughterings that were described in the Holy Bible, the Crusaders, the Pilgrims, Greek deities and the Gods of Asatru. Thor, standing straight right beside Jesus.
They were standing on the picturesque mosaic. If you would look from the top of the stairs onto the mosaic under, you would see that it is the ancient patters of consecrated Kabbalah.
-"Yeah, I know it is impressive" - Ancilla sighed deeply. This was so deja vu. So many people reacted this way as they entered her house for the first time. She was standing at the door, holding both trunks, as Harry and Ron walked around the hall. Their mouths were open, and they looked so sheepish. Utterly mesmerised at the gloominess of the works of art.
-"Who are those?" - Draco asked, pointing at the certain point at the wall.
-"Pilgrims" - she answered simply, going over to him.
-"Who were pilgrims?" - Harry enquired to know.
-"People who move a lot. Like nomads."
-"Who are those guys?" - Harry asked next.
-"Those are Greek deities. The one in the very middle is Zeus, the czar of them, the God of thunder. Beside him is his brother, Hades, the ruler of the underworld, and his lovely wife, Persephone. I believe that we should now proceed to the living room" - she said, opening the door of the living room to the right, and pushing them inside.
Living room was story for itself. Maybe not so artistically attractive, but it was certainly as equally interesting as the hall.
Fire place would be the centre of it. All the furniture, books, ornaments, paintings on the walls, and windows, would make no sense without the aesthetic fire place.
-"Sir down, Father's not home yet" - she ordered them to, lighting the fire in the fire place with her wand.
-"Maybe he is in some other room; I bet there is millions of other rooms" - Draco suggested, staring at the portrait of a noble woman. She was smirking noxiously around. She gave a small, mysterious smile when she noticed Draco staring at her.
-"He always lights up the fire place when he comes home. Draco, I would advise you not to stare at her too much, her stare will drive you crazy" - she said.
Draco quickly run away from her enormous portrait towards Ancilla, sitting on couch beside her. The lady in the portrait gave him headache.
-"Who is she?" - he asked. Harry sat on the couch opposite of them.
-"Father's mother; my grandmother. Her name was Greta Genomborra, and she is from Sweden." - Ancilla told him emotionlessly. She glanced at Greta. A young woman with gold hair and silver eyes. Leonard, her oldest brother, looked so much like Greta, only that he was so pretty that he was regularly mistaken with Narcissus The woman winked at Ancilla and said on Swedish: - "Welcome back, my child."
Ancilla smiled at her, replying: -"You don't by any chance know when father's coming back home?"
-"Julius? he should be back home soon."
And their conversation was over.
Ancilla laid back on the couch, pensively looking at the fire. She didn't enter this house from the day she married Calvin. She haven't spoke to her father from than, either. Not a single detail in the house changed. Everything on its place like it has ever been. Still, while they were a happy family -- when Ancilla had a mother, two brothers (even though she was spleen on one of them forever. The one her father disowned), and a father. First to go away was her admirable mother, second the middle brother. The oldest brother was officially disowned by her father. No one ever found out why. Neither Julius, her father, nor Leonard, her oldest brother, ever spoke about that. Ancilla was only heir.

Julius himself did not believe he will be able to get into Hogwarts, without anyone (well, almost anyone) noticing, and steal the precious pendant that was in possession of Harry Potter. Lord Voldemort kept assuring him he shall be fine with the task, but he was still doubtful.
-"Julius, I told you it's a piece of cake for a wizard like you and a man of your character" - Lord Voldemort said melancholically, as Julius presented him the Protivsmrti pendant. If Lord Voldemort had Julius' character, he would have the whole world for himself, long time ago.
-"Thank you" - he answered, watching him, narrow-eyed.
-"I know what you are thinking about, Julius; you want to know how did I know this pendant is at Harry Potter?" - he raised his eyebrows, charmingly. Apparently, he was alone. Peter Petigrew was not chaperoning him. He was in the shits right now, literally speaking.
-"I more care about finding out how did it get to Potter" - Julius said the truth.
-"You enquire for too much, Julius." - Lord Voldemort sighed.
-"If I wasn't as perfectionist as I am, you would be the one serving me, now" - Julius looked straight into Lord Voldemort's red eyes. He could say that. But if it was by anyone else, ooh, Nagini would have a feast.
-"But you are a perfectionist, and that is the reality that we must face" - he said, ironically.
-"Of course. Beside the fact that I am going to die without leaving a heir" - he commented scornfully.
-"How do you mean you have no heir?, what about your good-for-nothing daughter? Though, you did mention me something about a malady, didn't you?"
-"I have head tumour. It is growing. There is no cure for it."
-"Of course there is" - Lord Voldemort snapped at Julius.
-"If a person does not want to live, than there is no cure, none at all" - Julius said in firm voice. He noticed how his talks with Lord Voldemort were always so shallow. It was because they read each other's mind so fast. Words were unnecessary.
-"But you want to live; you have your little daughter to look up for" - Lord Voldemort said, positing his cold and metallic hand on his shoulder.
-"She hates me. She haven't spoken a word with me for twenty years, she's damn stubborn" - he snapped, bitingly.
-"She is same as you, Julius" - he squeezed his shoulder.
-"You're absolutely right. You know, if I could cry, I would be crying now, but I can't" - Julius said before he dissapparated. He wished so much to go home after that, get himself drunk, and just go to sleep. But he had some paper work in the office left to do.

It was 1:39 already, and her father didn't come home yet. Harry and Draco had had a dinner already. All three of them were silent as they ate.
The servants in the manor were invisible, no one ever saw them, no one knew they were there.
After that, she decided to wait for her father in the hall, as she put Harry and Draco in the living room, and ordered them to try to get some sleep. Beside the burning fire, it was quite cozy to nap. They were too tired to ask each other what they had their mind on.
Ancilla stood silently, in the middle of the hall. She stared at the mural she liked as a child - Persephone. Hades unfortunate wife, the muse of the flowers. Her mother, Hera wanted her back to much.
Those murals did not move. Julius detested the fact that the pictures moved, he wanted something stable to stay like that forever.
She didn't wait for her father very long, he appeared.
-"Ancilla?" - he was doubtful if it was her. What was the last time he saw her...
-"Father" - she run to him, like when she was a little girl. He caught her in his arms.
-"My child, I haven't seen you in such a long time" - he held her close, and gave her single kiss in her dark hair.
-"I am sorry, I was mad at you. When I came back, I was determined that you would still be mad at me" - she said quietly.
-"I am not, my dear. I'm sorry for all the harsh words I told you last time I spoke to you" - he felt guilty. Ancilla Dorontje Deitrich was still his fragile eleven-year old girl who is going to Hogwarts.
He could die, not making up with her.
-"It is my fault, father. Don't blame yourself for my silliness. Calvin is dead now, anyway. There is no reason for me to show any resentment to you anymore" - she said.
-"So why did you come?" - he asked her, looking down at her. Despite of his age, he was damn handsome, tall man, with jet black hair. Unlike Ancilla, who died hers, it had no greys in it.
-"Dumbledore..." - she said slowly, but she noticed how her father's face changed into a crude mask. -"Well, I guess you heard that I'm working at Hogwarts..."
-"Lucius told me everything."
-"And someone was apparently at the Hogwarts. A dark shadow, how Harry Potter describes it, was there. It turned into an eagle, father, and flew away. Before it did so, it congregated a Dark Mark above Hogwarts" - she said, looking radically at him. He seemed careless.
-"Dumbledore thought that it's not safe for Harry to be there, and he thought it would be a good idea for him to spend few days here, as long as he doesn't make sure that Hogwarts is a safe place for him. Now, Draco Malfoy also felt unsafe, so he's here, too." - She said.
He nodded his head, silently.
-"He is my godson, and you know that. Now, there is a thing I enquire to know, and it is: isn't it interesting that the form turned into an eagle?" - she asked, sharply.
-"Isn't it interesting the fact that Protivsmrti Pendant was if Potter's possession?" - he asked her.
-"If you want to know the answer, than fine. I was the one who gave Potter the pendant for Christmas. He doesn't know it's from me, though" - she answered, firmly.
-"Honey, you don't go around giving away the family belongings" - he said reproachfully.
-"I took it out of the Gringotts vaults. I still have the key to the family treasures."
-"And I took it back to Lord Voldemort, sweaty" - he said back to her.
-"Why did you do so?" - she retorted. She behaved like she was a neurasthenic adolescent girl.
-"Ancilla, keep your voice down." - He snapped at her.
They were fighting. Again.
-"Listen, Ancilla, I do not want to fight with you. We have a very little time left to make-up for twenty years of your foolishness" - he said in nonchalant voice.
She glanced at him, feebly.
-"You're right, I am dying" - she told her. He pronounced he was telling her that Toronto isn't the capital of Canada; Ottawa is.
-"No..." - she whined, her tears flowing out of her dark eyes.
-"For a very long time already, I have a tumour. It is rapidly growing. Soon enough, I won't know who I am. I'll start forgetting things, and that is just not me" - he told her, as she was panicky staring at him.
-"But father... medicine sure can provide you cure..." - she said, hugging him.
-"It can not." - He said, quietly.

It caused Draco to jump from the couch he was comfortably laying on. He saw Julius Deitrich and his daughter, Ancilla entered the room. Draco though again about how pretty she is.
-"Draco, you know my father?" - she said slowly.
Draco nodded his head. As a little kid, he was afraid of Julius Deitrich.
-"And this is Potter?" - he said in preserved voice. It was a voice he always had; he would always be silent and move elegantly and swiftly.
-"He's sleeping" - Ancilla said gently.
-"They could sleep in two bedrooms, but I reckon that they would feel too lonely in this deserted house; as you know, I am never home. I reckon you should give them one of the guest rooms, with two beds." - Julius said, picking Harry up, from his sleeping position. Harry wasn't sure what's happening to him, but he didn't care.
Julius eventually knew about the void between Draco and Harry. He didn't care, he knew how awful they will feel in this blasted house.
-"Follow me, Draco" - Ancilla told Draco, taking hold of their trunk, as Draco carried both brooms.
As they walked through eternally-long hallways, Draco was holding his broom over his shoulder, and he let Harry's broom drag behind him. As they passed something that looked to him as a mile, Julius entered a room, and led them in.
Two four-poster beds were there, along with a harpsichord. Of course, million other gadgets and accessories you could find. Julius let Harry down on the bed. That was cause to abruptly woke Harry up.
Ancilla had to go than. As she left, her father spoke: -"Harry Potter, pleasure of meeting you."
Harry rubbed his sullen eyes, fatuguely looking at man who just spoke to him. His obstinate eyes scared him. We all have our own so called 'dogma', personal philosophy, but no matter who you are, those demonic eyes scare the shit out of you. Ancilla's eyes were same by somewhat milder because she was a female.
-"I am Julius Deitrich, Ancilla's father" - he jerked Harry's hand to shake it. Draco studied both of them, sitting at the harpsichord. Like his father, he had passion for keyboard. His preferred organ over everything, the majestic instrument of sacred church domes.
-"Just like Julius Caesar" - Harry found himself saying. For a second he stopped - Julius Caesar was a Muggle. How would father of someone of so Muggle-xenophobic care for great leader of Muggles.
-"Actually, it's Iulius Caesar; 'j' wasn't develop until the Mediaeval Latin, and Iulius Caesar lived ten centuries before that" - Julius answered firmly. As his daughter, he seemed interested in history and those little details.
-"Do you think that those measures of exodus are important, Harry Potter? Are you really that afraid of Lord Voldemort?" - he pronounced His name quite buoyantly.
-"No" - Harry answered dully. He was getting creeps from the man, seriously. Draco knew him, and he was used to him already.
-"What about you, Draco? I don't see why would he go after you?" - Julius turned to Draco. Draco slightly shimmered.
-"But I am afraid" - Draco said, utterly clement.
-"Well, your own decision." - He said, cynically, and headed towards the door.
-"Of yes" - before he exited, he turned around - "you shan't be seeing me around the house at all. You have those few days to each other; I shall be home only late at night, thought. If you want to eat, just go to the dinning room and say what you want to eat. Exit, and when you come back, it will be ready.
"Everything in this room, you're aloud to do go around. For your own safety, don't be too nosy around the house. Don't talk or look at the pictures at all. Don't wonder around the corridors. Good night to you" - he said in the most formal voice, leaving them.
Softly, Draco lowered his long fingers on the harpsichord keyboard, and played one of the Bach's canons from the 'Goldberg Variations'.
-"You are afraid of nothing Malfoy. You just wanted to be in her house, didn't you?" - Harry said to Draco, yawning.
-"Have it your own way, Potter" - Draco said arrogantly. This reminded Harry on Lucius Malfoy. Lucius would play virginal harpsichord like this, for whole day. Harry learnt how to interpret by music he's playing, in what mood he is. Draco's song was in comatose tones -- Draco felt little melancholic.
-"I will have it my way, indeed, Malfoy" - Harry said, sitting up on the bed. He didn't feel sleepy any more.
-"What? Scared by Julius Deitrich?" - Draco sneered.
-"He's not harmless, isn't he? Can I ask you a question, Malfoy?" - Harry asked in clear voice.
-"You already did" - he sounded like Snape, every time Hermione asks him if she can ask a question.
-"What is so intriguing about Professor Deitrich that you, overlooking all the girls in the school, that you like her?" - Harry enquired to know, and he was serious.
Draco suddenly stopped playing, and turned to Harry.
-"She just has that charm." - He said, simply.
-"So what now, are you like going to try and go for her? Try to win her heart?" - Harry asked, somewhat mocking.
-"What is your problem?" - Draco snapped at him.
So far, this was the most civilised conversation they had by now.
-"There is something you need to know" - Harry had to bear up with sceptic look he was receiving from Draco. -"I had a detention with Snape; he couldn't stand me ("Predictable...") and he sent me to Professor Deitrich. As I was shelving the books, someone entered her office and acted quite heartily to her. He kissed her and gave her birthday present. Would you like to know who it is?"
-"Shout!" - Draco said, trying to hide how curious he was to find out.
-"Your father, Lucius Malfoy" - Harry answered simply. Draco was looking at him, mistrustfully. Arrogantly he replied: -"You are being mendacious. Es mendex! You're a liar, Potter."
But Harry knew that Draco believed him. This was just automatic cover up to the truth.
-"Malfoy, I am not like you. I would never make up anything like this. I swear there is something going on between your father and her" - Harry said, trying to convince him.
-"Why would my father has anything out of his marriage?" - Draco snapped, knowing that the questing he just asked is highly absurd. He knew about some of the affairs of his father.
-"You should know that, he is your father" - Harry could see Draco's eyes narrowing, becoming sinister, as he got up, and announced.
-"I'm going to bed. I need some time to sleep."

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"I'll look in the sky, I'll search for the sun
Who'll tell us all about where we'll be tomorrow
I will read all the books on many continents
To tell you all about the legends of the past
I will wait for the sun on the top of the world
To tell you all about the beauty of the life
If you look inside your soul
The world will open to your eyes
You'll see"

Misere mani (2 It all starts here), Era