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It's a Fact, Kid
By Silver Wolf
Chapter Three
Sylvan woke up after both Will and Dan had left for school. Holidays were over, and students were returning.
He got up and dressed similarly to what he always wore, a collection of black clothing.
After making himself a cup of coffee he found the note that had been stuck to the fridge.
'Sylvan,
I'll start talking to Dumbledore, YOU can tell Father, and then he can sort out other stuff with our headmaster.
Oh yeah, meet me at The Leaky Cauldron at one for lunch, and then we can assume you'll be going back to Hogwarts and buy your stuff. Knowing you, you want a snake.
Draco'
Sylvan sighed as he saw the time. It was only ten thirty. It looked as though he'd be spending the morning arguing with Father. The man simply hated being disagreed with, and the subject of returning to Hogwarts had been disputed time and time again over the past six months.
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Lucius and Narcissa had just finished with breakfast when Sylvan walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning," he said with a smile.
"And how much money do you want?" Lucius asked dryly. He knew that he didn't want money, but loved teasing him.
Sylvan pretended to be offended. "Why Father, making such an assumption can only lead to disappointment!"
"Good morning Sylv," Narcissa called on her way out of the kitchen, preventing Lucius from responding.
Lucius mumbled something about her favouring Sylvan, and then turned to his son. "Are you here for a particular reason, or did you just come here to annoy me?"
Sylvan sighed. "Honestly? I'm here to discuss Hogwarts."
"That's what I thought. You only ever appear after a meal is finished when you want to talk about something serious." Lucius stood up and headed out of the room.
"Are you saying that I come here and nick food?" Sylvan asked as he followed his father into the library.
"Yes." He sat down in his favourite armchair, and Sylvan dropped into the one opposite. "I assume you wish to return to Hogwarts?"
"As Alexis Diazo, your nephew, rather than myself."
Lucius smiled. "Very well, I suppose I can't keep stopping you forever. Why don't we Floo to the Three Broomsticks and walk up to the school from there? I'll talk to Dumbledore, and then we'll see what happens."
"So which school am I transferring from?"
"Hm, Melbourne Magical Academy in Australia. It's far away, and you do still have that slightly Australian accent."
Sylvan laughed. "I knew that'd come in handy."
"Let's go then."
"All right."
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Draco sat in his favourite compartment of the Hogwarts Express, dreading the return. He didn't really look forward to talking to Dumbledore, and hoped that Sylvan had talked Father into talking to the Headmaster himself.
As usual, Vince, Greg and Blaise were sitting with him, and the two larger boys were engaged in a game of chess.
Blaise, on the other hand, looked incredibly bored. "Say Draco, can we go annoy some Gryffindors?"
He nodded. There was really nothing else TO do.
They got up, said bye to the chess players, and headed towards Weasley and Granger's usual compartment.
They opened the door to find Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dean and Seamus in there.
"Why hello Weasley, Granger, Thomas, Finnigan. What a surprise to see you here!" Blaise said sarcastically. Then he smiled. "Hi Ginny."
She grinned back. "Hi Blaise. Have a good Christmas?"
He nodded. "Wonderful thanks. And you?"
"It was great." She glanced around at her companions, and then at Draco. "Could we go somewhere else? I need help with a Potions assignment that's due in three days."
"Sure thing Ginny. Come on." They left.
Draco looked at the four remaining Gryffindors. He sighed mournfully. "I hate to ask you, but do any of you know anything about this assassin who's killing off Death Eaters?"
Hermione snorted. "And if we happened to know anything, what would possess us to even think about telling you?"
He shrugged helplessly. "It's not my fault. I'm getting payed to ask."
"By who?" Seamus inquired.
"My cousin Alexis. He'll probably be transferring here for the rest of the year. He wants to know everything we've got and what we haven't got on this assassin."
"Your cousin sounds like a likely Death Eater, I mean, he's related to you," Ron said dismissingly.
Draco couldn't help but laugh at that.
"What's so funny?" the three boys demanded.
"You think Alexis would become a Death Eater? That's probably furthest from the truth! He's more likely to be this assassin!" Draco tried to keep his laughter under control.
Hermione sighed. "Get out, Malfoy. If we're going to have to put up with you and your cousin, I'd like to spend a last hour or so in peace."
He shrugged. "Whatever. Personally, I think Alexis is more likely gonna be a Gryffindor and make friends with the lot of you, but I've been wrong before."
He turned and left, not missing one last comment from Dean. "He actually admitted to being wrong! Quick Ron, look out the window! Is the world ending?"
Draco honestly wondered about the sanity of that boy.
************Flashback**************
Lucius had led Harry to an old shed, telling him repetitively that it wasn't an ambush, or a Death Eater attack, or anything like that.
They went inside, where there were two chairs on either side of a small table.
"Sit down, please," Lucius said, gesturing to one of the chairs. He sat in the other one himself.
"So Mr Malfoy, if you aren't here to kill me, why ARE you here?" Harry asked.
Lucius sighed. "To tell you a few things. Things that Dumbledore should have told you and yet he didn't. About your mother. And one thing that no one knew, so no one could tell you, although you deserve to know."
"So what do you know about my mother that Dumbledore isn't tell me?" Harry said, slightly suspicious.
He smiled. "Not just yet Harry." He took a small vial out of his pocket. "Do you know what this is?"
Harry was startled. He'd know that stuff anywhere. "Veritiserum."
Lucius nodded. "You're right. And I'm going to take it. That way you can be sure that I'll tell the truth."
Harry nodded. "Okay then."
Lucius downed the contents of the vial. "She was not a Muggle-Born witch, Harry. Her mother was descended from both Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor."
"And her father?" Harry asked, for some reason dreading the answer, but knowing he could believe the blond man.
"Her father?" Lucius said with a laugh. "Her father's name was Tom Riddle, and he's descended from Salazar Slytherin as I'm sure you know."
************End Flashback**************
Oooh, Cliffie in Flashback! Special!
Please review. Makes me wanna write long chapters.
~SW
rinran ~ Thanks! I'll see what I can do about the length!
Helen ~ *Laughs* My puppy does better puppy eyes. But thank you anyway!
Night Walker ~ I hope this chapter makes your wrist feel better.
weirdo ~ Thanks!
alana ~ Thank you!
maria ~ thanks
Wind and Ashes ~ I'm glad you kept reading, and I didn't mean to confuse you. Much.
'Mes ~ Oooh, I have you intrigued! How cool! Anyway, I'm glad you like the flashback idea.
LoMaRiBa ~ Thanks, and I'm glad you like it!
Vividian ~ Oh! You think Will and Dan are non-irritating? How odd, Draco thinks they are. Thanks!
mandraco ~ Why thank you!
A Big Sign That Says FLAME ME ~ Didn't mean for you to get lost in the dialogue, but I am glad you like it!
fin ~ Gee, WILL he be a Slytherin or not? What a question! And it's one that I'm not yet gonna answer! Just remember what Draco thinks, and that he CAN be wrong! And I think you may have been thinking about his hair too much too!
Naomi SilverWolf ~ You remain suspicious of Lucius all you like. Glad you like!
KrystaLuck ~ Thanks
Fair Lady Ravenclaw ~ They think he's a traitor because he left for no apparent reason and didn't tell them anything.
Phoenix353 ~ I will!
leaf ~ things will get longer! And hate cliffies all you like, I do too! But not writing them. Thanks!
*Faints at amount of reviews*
It's a Fact, Kid
By Silver Wolf
Chapter Three
Sylvan woke up after both Will and Dan had left for school. Holidays were over, and students were returning.
He got up and dressed similarly to what he always wore, a collection of black clothing.
After making himself a cup of coffee he found the note that had been stuck to the fridge.
'Sylvan,
I'll start talking to Dumbledore, YOU can tell Father, and then he can sort out other stuff with our headmaster.
Oh yeah, meet me at The Leaky Cauldron at one for lunch, and then we can assume you'll be going back to Hogwarts and buy your stuff. Knowing you, you want a snake.
Draco'
Sylvan sighed as he saw the time. It was only ten thirty. It looked as though he'd be spending the morning arguing with Father. The man simply hated being disagreed with, and the subject of returning to Hogwarts had been disputed time and time again over the past six months.
********************************************
Lucius and Narcissa had just finished with breakfast when Sylvan walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning," he said with a smile.
"And how much money do you want?" Lucius asked dryly. He knew that he didn't want money, but loved teasing him.
Sylvan pretended to be offended. "Why Father, making such an assumption can only lead to disappointment!"
"Good morning Sylv," Narcissa called on her way out of the kitchen, preventing Lucius from responding.
Lucius mumbled something about her favouring Sylvan, and then turned to his son. "Are you here for a particular reason, or did you just come here to annoy me?"
Sylvan sighed. "Honestly? I'm here to discuss Hogwarts."
"That's what I thought. You only ever appear after a meal is finished when you want to talk about something serious." Lucius stood up and headed out of the room.
"Are you saying that I come here and nick food?" Sylvan asked as he followed his father into the library.
"Yes." He sat down in his favourite armchair, and Sylvan dropped into the one opposite. "I assume you wish to return to Hogwarts?"
"As Alexis Diazo, your nephew, rather than myself."
Lucius smiled. "Very well, I suppose I can't keep stopping you forever. Why don't we Floo to the Three Broomsticks and walk up to the school from there? I'll talk to Dumbledore, and then we'll see what happens."
"So which school am I transferring from?"
"Hm, Melbourne Magical Academy in Australia. It's far away, and you do still have that slightly Australian accent."
Sylvan laughed. "I knew that'd come in handy."
"Let's go then."
"All right."
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Draco sat in his favourite compartment of the Hogwarts Express, dreading the return. He didn't really look forward to talking to Dumbledore, and hoped that Sylvan had talked Father into talking to the Headmaster himself.
As usual, Vince, Greg and Blaise were sitting with him, and the two larger boys were engaged in a game of chess.
Blaise, on the other hand, looked incredibly bored. "Say Draco, can we go annoy some Gryffindors?"
He nodded. There was really nothing else TO do.
They got up, said bye to the chess players, and headed towards Weasley and Granger's usual compartment.
They opened the door to find Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dean and Seamus in there.
"Why hello Weasley, Granger, Thomas, Finnigan. What a surprise to see you here!" Blaise said sarcastically. Then he smiled. "Hi Ginny."
She grinned back. "Hi Blaise. Have a good Christmas?"
He nodded. "Wonderful thanks. And you?"
"It was great." She glanced around at her companions, and then at Draco. "Could we go somewhere else? I need help with a Potions assignment that's due in three days."
"Sure thing Ginny. Come on." They left.
Draco looked at the four remaining Gryffindors. He sighed mournfully. "I hate to ask you, but do any of you know anything about this assassin who's killing off Death Eaters?"
Hermione snorted. "And if we happened to know anything, what would possess us to even think about telling you?"
He shrugged helplessly. "It's not my fault. I'm getting payed to ask."
"By who?" Seamus inquired.
"My cousin Alexis. He'll probably be transferring here for the rest of the year. He wants to know everything we've got and what we haven't got on this assassin."
"Your cousin sounds like a likely Death Eater, I mean, he's related to you," Ron said dismissingly.
Draco couldn't help but laugh at that.
"What's so funny?" the three boys demanded.
"You think Alexis would become a Death Eater? That's probably furthest from the truth! He's more likely to be this assassin!" Draco tried to keep his laughter under control.
Hermione sighed. "Get out, Malfoy. If we're going to have to put up with you and your cousin, I'd like to spend a last hour or so in peace."
He shrugged. "Whatever. Personally, I think Alexis is more likely gonna be a Gryffindor and make friends with the lot of you, but I've been wrong before."
He turned and left, not missing one last comment from Dean. "He actually admitted to being wrong! Quick Ron, look out the window! Is the world ending?"
Draco honestly wondered about the sanity of that boy.
************Flashback**************
Lucius had led Harry to an old shed, telling him repetitively that it wasn't an ambush, or a Death Eater attack, or anything like that.
They went inside, where there were two chairs on either side of a small table.
"Sit down, please," Lucius said, gesturing to one of the chairs. He sat in the other one himself.
"So Mr Malfoy, if you aren't here to kill me, why ARE you here?" Harry asked.
Lucius sighed. "To tell you a few things. Things that Dumbledore should have told you and yet he didn't. About your mother. And one thing that no one knew, so no one could tell you, although you deserve to know."
"So what do you know about my mother that Dumbledore isn't tell me?" Harry said, slightly suspicious.
He smiled. "Not just yet Harry." He took a small vial out of his pocket. "Do you know what this is?"
Harry was startled. He'd know that stuff anywhere. "Veritiserum."
Lucius nodded. "You're right. And I'm going to take it. That way you can be sure that I'll tell the truth."
Harry nodded. "Okay then."
Lucius downed the contents of the vial. "She was not a Muggle-Born witch, Harry. Her mother was descended from both Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor."
"And her father?" Harry asked, for some reason dreading the answer, but knowing he could believe the blond man.
"Her father?" Lucius said with a laugh. "Her father's name was Tom Riddle, and he's descended from Salazar Slytherin as I'm sure you know."
************End Flashback**************
Oooh, Cliffie in Flashback! Special!
Please review. Makes me wanna write long chapters.
~SW
