Holidays
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"It's over! Blessed days of Christmas break!" Ron collapsed in a chair in the common room.
"You really should spend his time studying..." Hermione suggested quietly. Ron opened an eye and gave her a look.
"Study?"
"Yes study."
"Nah..."
Harry smiled at the small exchanged, but frowned as he returned his attention back to what he was writing. He was trying to compose his latest letter to Sirius. Too bad he didn't know what to write.
"Dear Sirius,
Things have been going normally here at Hogwarts. Well actually not really. Seeing as how normal usually means foiling a plan of Voldemort. But he seems to have fallen off the face of the earth. Nothing has happened. I don't know whether to be happy or worried. Kinda like the eye before the storm.
Another thing has been bothering me lately. Have you heard or seen anything about the Malfoys? They, along with Voldemort, seem to have gone."
So far that was all that he had written. He was still stuck on Malfoy's disappearance. Maybe something had happened to him.
Ron's shout disrupted Harry's train of thoughts.
"'Moine! I don't need to study!"
"You're practically failing potions!"
"So is like every Gryffindor!"
"Why don't you ever try?"
"Why can't you ever relax?
"Why are you always an ass?!"
"Why are you always a bitch?!"
Hermione stared in shock of Ron's words. Ron, too, appeared shocked at what he had shouted. Tears filled Hermione's eyes as she gathered all her books and fled the common room. Dean and Seamus were pointedly not looking over at them and Lavender and Pravati followed Hermione up to the girl's dorms.
Harry dropped his quill and stared at his best friend. "What just happened here?"
Ron put his head in his hands. "I don't know. I don't know." He stood slowly and headed up to his dorm. "I'm just gonna lay down 'kay 'Arry?"
Harry nodded and was immediately distracted by a tapping at a near by window. He opened it and an owl flew directly in.
He quickly retrieved the letter that it held out to him and it flew off without waiting for anything. He looked down at the letter and didn't recognized the slightly messy scrawl.
He began to read.
"Potter,
I don't have anyone else that I can send this one letter to you. I know that you are the goody type that probably would know what to do.
I am trapped. Locked. Whatever the word it is, I am confined in my own house. The only way to send this letter was to guilt trip and beg a house-elf. I am desperate, Potter. My mother has locked me in this attic and I know nothing of what is going on.
I know this one thing though.
My father is dead. Now that may be a good thing for you, but I have a growing feeling that Lucius Malfoy was the wrong Malfoy to worry about.
Please try and help me. I don't know anyone else I can turn to. Even though you hate me and I didn't like you much either, I know that inherently you are a good person.
Please help.
Draco Malfoy."
Harry stared at the letter in disbelief. Malfoy locked away? Lucius dead? Wrong Malfoy? None of it made any true sense.
But he knew one thing. It was time to see Dumbledore.
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Draco laid on the on the high bed. His mother had come by earlier and he felt nauseous at the sight of the candy that she had offered him. As soon as she had left, he had practically forced the candies into Nini's hands in exchange for delivering that letter to Potter.
He turned on his side and curled up.
"Please, oh please," he whispered to himself. "Please let me have done the right thing."
But no one could answer him.
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"It's over! Blessed days of Christmas break!" Ron collapsed in a chair in the common room.
"You really should spend his time studying..." Hermione suggested quietly. Ron opened an eye and gave her a look.
"Study?"
"Yes study."
"Nah..."
Harry smiled at the small exchanged, but frowned as he returned his attention back to what he was writing. He was trying to compose his latest letter to Sirius. Too bad he didn't know what to write.
"Dear Sirius,
Things have been going normally here at Hogwarts. Well actually not really. Seeing as how normal usually means foiling a plan of Voldemort. But he seems to have fallen off the face of the earth. Nothing has happened. I don't know whether to be happy or worried. Kinda like the eye before the storm.
Another thing has been bothering me lately. Have you heard or seen anything about the Malfoys? They, along with Voldemort, seem to have gone."
So far that was all that he had written. He was still stuck on Malfoy's disappearance. Maybe something had happened to him.
Ron's shout disrupted Harry's train of thoughts.
"'Moine! I don't need to study!"
"You're practically failing potions!"
"So is like every Gryffindor!"
"Why don't you ever try?"
"Why can't you ever relax?
"Why are you always an ass?!"
"Why are you always a bitch?!"
Hermione stared in shock of Ron's words. Ron, too, appeared shocked at what he had shouted. Tears filled Hermione's eyes as she gathered all her books and fled the common room. Dean and Seamus were pointedly not looking over at them and Lavender and Pravati followed Hermione up to the girl's dorms.
Harry dropped his quill and stared at his best friend. "What just happened here?"
Ron put his head in his hands. "I don't know. I don't know." He stood slowly and headed up to his dorm. "I'm just gonna lay down 'kay 'Arry?"
Harry nodded and was immediately distracted by a tapping at a near by window. He opened it and an owl flew directly in.
He quickly retrieved the letter that it held out to him and it flew off without waiting for anything. He looked down at the letter and didn't recognized the slightly messy scrawl.
He began to read.
"Potter,
I don't have anyone else that I can send this one letter to you. I know that you are the goody type that probably would know what to do.
I am trapped. Locked. Whatever the word it is, I am confined in my own house. The only way to send this letter was to guilt trip and beg a house-elf. I am desperate, Potter. My mother has locked me in this attic and I know nothing of what is going on.
I know this one thing though.
My father is dead. Now that may be a good thing for you, but I have a growing feeling that Lucius Malfoy was the wrong Malfoy to worry about.
Please try and help me. I don't know anyone else I can turn to. Even though you hate me and I didn't like you much either, I know that inherently you are a good person.
Please help.
Draco Malfoy."
Harry stared at the letter in disbelief. Malfoy locked away? Lucius dead? Wrong Malfoy? None of it made any true sense.
But he knew one thing. It was time to see Dumbledore.
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Draco laid on the on the high bed. His mother had come by earlier and he felt nauseous at the sight of the candy that she had offered him. As soon as she had left, he had practically forced the candies into Nini's hands in exchange for delivering that letter to Potter.
He turned on his side and curled up.
"Please, oh please," he whispered to himself. "Please let me have done the right thing."
But no one could answer him.