The Tales of Hogwarts
Draco Malfoy
Draco had been wrong. His punishment did last longer than Neville's injuries. He had heard from McGonagall that Neville had been fully cured the Monday after the Halloween and Draco's detention was still going to last until Christmas. Draco had been inches away from expulsion. Dumbledore had let him off with a terms detention which was all his free time ; Breakfast, break time, lunch, any free periods and all evening. Most of these where spent with filch, cleaning or with McGonagall writing lines. Today was one of those lines days.
It was 12:34 according to the clock in McGonagall office. He still had just under half an hour until Potions. Draco had actually started to enjoy lessons. Although he had to sit in the corner of the room he had something better to do than lines. And, putting the lines to the back of the head, in his detentions he memorised the facts and was sure he was on his way to getting an O in his three chosen subjects ; Potions, Defence against the Dark Arts and Charms.
"Malfoy." Came McGonagall's voice from the door way. "There is a man here to see you."
Draco stood up and walked to the door. Standing in the stone walled corridor was Cornelius fudge. Malfoy gulped.
"Hello Draco," The fudge said. "I just wanted you to tell me if you ever had one of these.." He pulled out a small silver box with a snake carved on the top, "in your house ?"
Draco nodded, he had seen it before. That was the box of the parcel tongue. Only people who could speak parcel tongue could open it. And that is where a parcel tongue would hide his most secret possession. Neither his farther mother or himself could speak parcel tongue. But the one in their house wasn't theirs, it belonged to...
"Well it's been stolen then," fudge said, "Your mother was telling the truth."
Draco Malfoy
Draco had been wrong. His punishment did last longer than Neville's injuries. He had heard from McGonagall that Neville had been fully cured the Monday after the Halloween and Draco's detention was still going to last until Christmas. Draco had been inches away from expulsion. Dumbledore had let him off with a terms detention which was all his free time ; Breakfast, break time, lunch, any free periods and all evening. Most of these where spent with filch, cleaning or with McGonagall writing lines. Today was one of those lines days.
It was 12:34 according to the clock in McGonagall office. He still had just under half an hour until Potions. Draco had actually started to enjoy lessons. Although he had to sit in the corner of the room he had something better to do than lines. And, putting the lines to the back of the head, in his detentions he memorised the facts and was sure he was on his way to getting an O in his three chosen subjects ; Potions, Defence against the Dark Arts and Charms.
"Malfoy." Came McGonagall's voice from the door way. "There is a man here to see you."
Draco stood up and walked to the door. Standing in the stone walled corridor was Cornelius fudge. Malfoy gulped.
"Hello Draco," The fudge said. "I just wanted you to tell me if you ever had one of these.." He pulled out a small silver box with a snake carved on the top, "in your house ?"
Draco nodded, he had seen it before. That was the box of the parcel tongue. Only people who could speak parcel tongue could open it. And that is where a parcel tongue would hide his most secret possession. Neither his farther mother or himself could speak parcel tongue. But the one in their house wasn't theirs, it belonged to...
"Well it's been stolen then," fudge said, "Your mother was telling the truth."
