Harry Potter and the True Muggles
By Trephinia Cealyn
Chapter 15 | The Memory of the Trees
Draco searched frantically for a quill. It was their 10th birthday and he forgot to make a card. Not finding one he ran to Talon's room thinking maybe just maybe the boy had a quill. No luck, the best one he found had the tip broken off and was half-chewed. He practically flew to Flute's room. Opening her desk drawers and slamming them shut he found one in the bottom drawer. Picking it out with reverence he noticed a photo album underneath it.
"Odd," Draco thought, "I didn't know we had photo album." He opened it slowly fearing what he might find. "Oh my sweet Ginny," Draco said pulling a picture out of the protective covering, "Why did you have to leave me all alone?"
"You're not going to burn that are you?" Flute asked quietly pulling the book away from him. Draco shook his head and started to cry, he grabbed her wrist and hugged her fiercely. "Uh, Dad my ribcage…"
"Ginny I'm so sorry." Draco said to Flute.
Flute stared at him horrified, "My name is Flute."
"Oh, well, that stands to reason," Draco muttered, "seeing as how you're not Ginny."
"Erm, uh, I never will be," Flute said cautiously.
"I want a hug to," a voice said dejectedly from the doorframe.
Draco stood up and pushed Flute away, "Talon," Draco left the room and patted Talon on the shoulder, "Malfoy's never show emotion."
Talon hugged Draco around the middle, "'love you." Draco shoved Talon away into Flute.
"No one will hear about this," Draco said in his most evil voice, which didn't have the usual effect since there were tears coursing down his cheeks. He left the room.
"Well that turned out well." Talon said putting Flute's photo album away. He turned around and saw her crying. "Aw Flute don't cry." Flute held her arms out and sniffled, "You're not going to hit me are you," Flute giggled and shook her head. "Oh, well good." Talon hugged her stiffly.
"Why does he have to be so mean?" Flute murmured.
"When mom died his heart did to," Talon said.
"That's no excuse," Flute insisted, "We're his children and he barely leaves his study!"
"What do you want him to do? Be one of those overprotective parents that won't let their children do anything?" Talon asked.
"No, but a hug every once in a while would be nice," Flute said.
Talon nodded in agreement, "You can't have everything."
"I miss Tom," Flute said changing the subject abruptly.
Talon nodded again, "Maybe he'll send another letter."
"I don't think he'll risk it," Flute said.
"I guess you're right." Talon agreed.
Flute yawned, "Well I'm going to bed. Good night Talon," She pushed him out of the room and closed the door behind him.
"Well that was friendly." Talon huffed and stalked off to his room.
Flute pulled her favorite picture of Ginny out of the photo album and ran off to Draco's room. She found him sitting on the edge of his bed staring at the wall.
"Uh, Father," Flute took a careful step into the room.
Draco snapped his head in her direction, "What do you want child?"
Flute held out the picture, "I thought you might like this."
"I don't want it," Draco said after a moment.
"Don't lie to me." Flute accused. Draco looked away, "Fine I'll leave it on your desk and if you don't want it I don't care!" She stared at him for a moment and then ran over and gave him a hug, "'Night daddy."
"Goodnight." Draco said stiffly.