I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. Although I have begged my
parents for a Lucius and a Draco, they refuse. So, until then, I own only
my plot.
A young man with white-blonde hair sat on a bench, reading the Daily Prophet. The front page read, "Still on the Lookout: Seven Escaped Death Eaters." The man scoffed and threw the newspaper on the ground, with as much drama as possible.
Nearby, an awkward, yet beautiful, girl walked past, the latest issue of The Quibbler clutched tightly in her palm. "Hey, Draco," she murmured as she passed him, blushing a little. She always had a crush on him; Ever since she started school, almost 7 years ago.
"Hi, Luna," Draco drawled, still annoyed by the Ministry's looking for his father, Lucius, whom had been one of the seven convicted Death Eaters who had escaped Azkaban. "How are you?" he managed to push out of his throat.
"Oh, I'm alright. Are you still Head of the Department of Dark Arts at the Ministry of Magic, Draco?"
"Yes," he replied, a sleight of disgust and even a snarl escaping along with the word. "Unfortunately," he added. "Are you still editing The Quibbler with your father?"
"My father died 4 years ago, Draco." Luna started to continue walking.
"Well, my father was arrested 4 years ago, although he is worse than dead. He is on the run. At least your father is watching over you. Mine might as well be in the depths of hell."
A young man with white-blonde hair sat on a bench, reading the Daily Prophet. The front page read, "Still on the Lookout: Seven Escaped Death Eaters." The man scoffed and threw the newspaper on the ground, with as much drama as possible.
Nearby, an awkward, yet beautiful, girl walked past, the latest issue of The Quibbler clutched tightly in her palm. "Hey, Draco," she murmured as she passed him, blushing a little. She always had a crush on him; Ever since she started school, almost 7 years ago.
"Hi, Luna," Draco drawled, still annoyed by the Ministry's looking for his father, Lucius, whom had been one of the seven convicted Death Eaters who had escaped Azkaban. "How are you?" he managed to push out of his throat.
"Oh, I'm alright. Are you still Head of the Department of Dark Arts at the Ministry of Magic, Draco?"
"Yes," he replied, a sleight of disgust and even a snarl escaping along with the word. "Unfortunately," he added. "Are you still editing The Quibbler with your father?"
"My father died 4 years ago, Draco." Luna started to continue walking.
"Well, my father was arrested 4 years ago, although he is worse than dead. He is on the run. At least your father is watching over you. Mine might as well be in the depths of hell."