Chapter 7: The Father
After Tuesday's transfiguration lesson, Harry, Ron and Hermione were called into Professor Dumbledore's office. As they stood by the entrance waiting for someone to open up the passageway, Draco approached.
"So, you got called in, too? This is probably about the snottygram we sent my father!" He sneered.
"You are correct," said a voice. "This is about the letter."
"Dumbledore?" Harry asked, peering over his shoulder only to see him smiling.
"Yes. Please move aside." Harry moved to the right promptly. "Cinnamon Gumdrop!"
The four of them shuffled in. "Sit down, sit down. This could take a while." There was a knock at the statue. "Come in, come in."
It was a man Harry recognized instantly. Eyes cold and grey as steel; a tall, snake-shaped, mahogany staff; and silvery grey hair to his waist. "Welcome, Mr. Malfoy. I am assuming you are here to have a word with your son."
"Yes." His eyes blazed like the deep blue-purple part of a fire, but at the same time as cold as ice. "I need to... speak with him."
"You three, come with me." They entered what looked like a private teachers' lounge. "I would guess that you three had something to do with this, from the little tidbits I could drag out of Professor Snape."
"Yes," said Harry. "Hermione dictated the contents to Draco. I guess it's our fault."
"No, no." Professor Dumbledore put his hand up. "It is very brave to help the enemy, even if it is for a common cause."
"Thanks," said Hermione, elbowing Ron and Harry.
"Erm, thanks," they said hastily. The nasty words flung between Draco and Lucius Malfoy echoed eerily through the room.
"You will do this task or I will kill you!" shouted Lucius.
"I will not let Professor Snape or Harry die!"
"Foolish boy! Out to get yourself killed, you are!"
"Is that a threat?"
"No! It's a punishment!"
"I don't care! I refuse to do this!"
"You will or face the shame I put on you!"
"I don't care! I don't care! I DON'T CARE!" Draco roared, bursting into sobs.
"Fine then, be that way." the older Malfoy hit Draco with his staff on the way out.
"You will not hit me!" Draco shot a burst of electricity out of his wand. Harry could smell burning hair. Lucius let out a shriek that made Harry's ears ring for a week. Draco removed the wall of its large, silver ornamental sword and prepared to lunge at his father.
"You are exiled! Thrown out!" Lucius Malfoy turned around and left, stomping his feet after extinguishing the remaining flames.
Draco entered the room where they were standing. His face was no longer the milky white it normally was but a rather pale shade of green.
"Draco, did he hit you?" Hermione asked.
"Yes."
"Has he done that before?"
"Yes, but not that hard."
"Draco, you shouldn't have to take that from anyone!"
"I know... but he gets violent if he doesn't get his way. It doesn't matter," he added.
Dumbledore said, "Now that you are all present, I would like to have a word with you all."
Harry gulped. Things did not look that good. "For you all getting along and not falling for evil, 25 points to Gryffindor and 25 to Slytherin. Now off to class."
Harry shook hands with Draco and smiled. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
After Tuesday's transfiguration lesson, Harry, Ron and Hermione were called into Professor Dumbledore's office. As they stood by the entrance waiting for someone to open up the passageway, Draco approached.
"So, you got called in, too? This is probably about the snottygram we sent my father!" He sneered.
"You are correct," said a voice. "This is about the letter."
"Dumbledore?" Harry asked, peering over his shoulder only to see him smiling.
"Yes. Please move aside." Harry moved to the right promptly. "Cinnamon Gumdrop!"
The four of them shuffled in. "Sit down, sit down. This could take a while." There was a knock at the statue. "Come in, come in."
It was a man Harry recognized instantly. Eyes cold and grey as steel; a tall, snake-shaped, mahogany staff; and silvery grey hair to his waist. "Welcome, Mr. Malfoy. I am assuming you are here to have a word with your son."
"Yes." His eyes blazed like the deep blue-purple part of a fire, but at the same time as cold as ice. "I need to... speak with him."
"You three, come with me." They entered what looked like a private teachers' lounge. "I would guess that you three had something to do with this, from the little tidbits I could drag out of Professor Snape."
"Yes," said Harry. "Hermione dictated the contents to Draco. I guess it's our fault."
"No, no." Professor Dumbledore put his hand up. "It is very brave to help the enemy, even if it is for a common cause."
"Thanks," said Hermione, elbowing Ron and Harry.
"Erm, thanks," they said hastily. The nasty words flung between Draco and Lucius Malfoy echoed eerily through the room.
"You will do this task or I will kill you!" shouted Lucius.
"I will not let Professor Snape or Harry die!"
"Foolish boy! Out to get yourself killed, you are!"
"Is that a threat?"
"No! It's a punishment!"
"I don't care! I refuse to do this!"
"You will or face the shame I put on you!"
"I don't care! I don't care! I DON'T CARE!" Draco roared, bursting into sobs.
"Fine then, be that way." the older Malfoy hit Draco with his staff on the way out.
"You will not hit me!" Draco shot a burst of electricity out of his wand. Harry could smell burning hair. Lucius let out a shriek that made Harry's ears ring for a week. Draco removed the wall of its large, silver ornamental sword and prepared to lunge at his father.
"You are exiled! Thrown out!" Lucius Malfoy turned around and left, stomping his feet after extinguishing the remaining flames.
Draco entered the room where they were standing. His face was no longer the milky white it normally was but a rather pale shade of green.
"Draco, did he hit you?" Hermione asked.
"Yes."
"Has he done that before?"
"Yes, but not that hard."
"Draco, you shouldn't have to take that from anyone!"
"I know... but he gets violent if he doesn't get his way. It doesn't matter," he added.
Dumbledore said, "Now that you are all present, I would like to have a word with you all."
Harry gulped. Things did not look that good. "For you all getting along and not falling for evil, 25 points to Gryffindor and 25 to Slytherin. Now off to class."
Harry shook hands with Draco and smiled. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.