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Chapter fourteen: Which house?
THANK YOU TO THESE PEOPLE:
~ Dead Lenore ~ HAHA! I love cliffies, even if they're done to me, shows talent I tell you, TALENT! Anyway, Lucius' reaction . . . I'm afraid I don't go into detail with that, Lucius really doesn't react much because there are a lot of people around him, and he doesn't want to show himself up, if that made any sense. Oh and that Hagrid thing, yeah I guess 'Keeper of keys' for him is too big a title, I never did understand that.
~ Wander Aimlessly ~ Thanks! To be honest, I think you'll be disappointed about which house Draco would be put in. You'll understand why I think that soon enough though, and thank you again for the nice review.
~ Loah ~ HAHA!! You shall know now, if you scroll down a lot. Hehe . . .
~ A Friend ~ Lol, great opinion of Tom . . . to be perfectly honest, I like evil Tom playing Draco, it makes him so much cooler, that's why really I'm more a Draco fan than I am Tom! Plus, you think Tom is better than Ron (ahem, RUPERT), which is really your opinion, I still think the world of him!
~ Happigolucki ~ Aw thanks, my grandpa died while he was in China, so I wasn't there to see him . . . sigh, my mum wasn't very happy either, but never mind, I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted us to mourn. Thanks for the review and I will read your fic if I haven't by now, I can't remember which fics I have read and which I haven't . . .
~ Harryforeva ~ Thank you ever so much for your review, and also, thanks for the sympathy thing on my grandpa. I'm slightly scared that this chapter'll disappoint you . . . I can only hope not!
~Burgundyred ~ First, thanks for the review, second thanks for the grandpa thing : -), third, thank you thank you thank you for the compliments, and just to tell you, I WOULD NEVER PLACE DRACO IN HUFFLEPUFF, no offence, but they really annoy me with their 'humbleness'. Anyway, for the Hagrid's accent thing, I tried really hard and I actually had the book in front of me but I got fed up with holding the book in one hand and typing with the other so there you go (nevermind, my temper always gets in the way)
~NitenGale ~ HAHA!!! You shall find out what house he will be in, although I have a feeling you'll be disappointed. I did think about putting Draco in Gryffindor, but Draco would never forgive himself, because ha hates Gryffindor and all. You did spell suggestion right, and also, if you really need me, I'll be your muse, well . . . helper, but I could help you anyway!
~Smileyface1314 ~ Thanks for the review, and thanks for the comments as well!! As for the funny part thing, well, there wasn't meant to be any funny parts in really, basically because this story isn't exactly one that I deliberately make funny, but I'm still glad you're enjoying it!!
Disclaimer: As I have said many times before (and I'm still not getting tired of saying it!), I own nothing remotely Harry Potter-ish, well, I dunno . . . but I certainly own the plot, it's just the characters like, Draco, Harry etc. that I don't own!!! Dennis is mine though - ALL MINE!!! Teehee . . . .
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"POSTPONED!"
Draco let out a huge sigh of relief at what the hat had announced. He didn't even need to look around to notice that people were gaping at him with open mouths. He must be the only person ever in Hogwarts history to not be placed in a house by the sorting hat. Carefully, he stood and placed the hat back onto the stool, trying his hardest to ignore the stares. He stood next to Professor McGonagall as she stared, wide eyed, at Draco, forgetting that she was supposed to read another name off the long list of new students.
"Erm, Professor, Miss, where shall I sit?"
Professor McGonagall shook her head and thinned her lips, snapping out of her trance.
"Why don't you go sit next to us? Hey, new fella?" Pansy shouted. She was wearing tons of make up, and fluttering her eyelids seductively, as did Blaise, Millicent and Natasha McNair who were sitting near Pansy.
Draco resisted the urge to snort. This event shows how much Draco had changed from 'ugly minger with curse' to what he was now - 'nearly old Draco could be counted as decent and curse wearing off'. Pansy was so going to slobber over his new robes if he went anywhere NEAR her - the slut.
"Hey Orli!!! Why don't you sit with someone decent?"
Ron called, gesturing to a gap between him and Harry, Hermione opposite. Draco gladly accepted the offer of sitting as far away from Pansy as possible. Hermione seemed quite shocked at the fact that Draco, or Orli, had not gotten into Gryffindor as she had planned, her mouth open and her hand half way up to cover it. Harry looked deep in thought, his eyebrows knitted together, and Ron was just grinning at him. Draco wondered why for a second, until, Ron shoved him forward as Shelby Snosnibor was sorted into Hufflepuff. Draco's lips landed straight on Hermione's, bringing her out of her shock as they kissed for about five seconds.
Draco withdrew and glared at Ron who was now looking down at his grumbling stomach, looking innocent, and not to mention hungry. To his relief, not many people had noticed his little kissing scene just then, EXCEPT for Pansy, Blaise, Natasha and Millicent who were now staring, make that gawping, at Draco, their eyes furious.
Looking up at the teacher table, he could see Dumbledore wasn't paying any attention to the new students at all, even if he was clapping on time - he was too busy smiling at Draco to notice anything else. But what really worried Draco was not this, but the menacing look on his father's face, and the fact that he was visibly shaking with fury. If that wasn't a sign that he knew, then Draco wasn't sure what would be . . .
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Lost in his thoughts, an average blonde boy with terrible acne stepped out of the Headmaster's office. The gargoyle that was normally guarding the door seemed to be eyeing him suspiciously through his grave stone eyes.
Draco walked on, holding a piece of paper in his hand that Dumbledore had given him. They were directions to his new headquarters, which were located somewhere near Gryffindor tower. His things had already been moved up there, so if they weren't there, then he'd know he had the wrong room. Dumbledore had also said that the room was usually used for the utmost pleasure, for the most honourable guests . . . . then why on earth was he giving it to Draco?
As he turned a corner, he bumped into someone, someone the same height as himself.
"Oh, sorry." Draco said, trying to move around this guy. He didn't even realise whom it was that he had bumped into, he was too busy thinking to notice anything around him - even the fact that he was heading the wrong way.
"Orli, it's me - Harry? Remember? The guy who talked to you this morning???"
Draco looked up at Harry for a moment, then shook his head, shaking from it his initial thoughts.
"Oh hi, what are you doing here?"
"I'm Head Boy remember? Just been on my first night patrol, now I'm heading back to Gryffindor tower." Harry's voice seemed duller than Draco had heard him sound all the time he had spent with him at the burrow. He sounded like the old Potter now, not the one that Ginny had supposedly changed him to.
"What are you doing here anyway Orli?"
"Dumbledore just gave me the directions to my new room, seeing as I don't have a house and all . . ."
Harry nodded, his jaw set firmly for some reason unknown. He took the piece of paper from Draco's loose grip and scanned it quickly through his glasses.
"You're heading the wrong way Orli, follow me, it is, after all, near Gryffindor Tower."
Harry said quickly, tossing the piece of paper back to Draco without a glance. Draco frowned as Harry began to speed walk away. 'Why is he being so weird?' Draco thought, it didn't seem like Potter to do this, no matter what mood he was in. He would at least apologise and say what it was that was troubling him. Draco ran after Harry, being careful to keep up with his quick pace.
They walked (strode, ran, whichever) in silence, their footsteps echoing in the now deserted corridors of the old school. It was actually quite eerie, and Draco was determined not to let it creep him out.
They stopped on the seventh floor, straight in front of the fat lady's portrait.
"This is the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, and the dorms. Opposite is your room thing, see that little lion engraved into the wall? That's it, well that's what it says on your sheet of paper anyway. You go in first."
Draco nodded and looked down at the paper again, it said to 'point wand at the lion's heart and mutter Albaelabruno'. Taking out his wand, he pointed it at the lion's heart, then hesitated. He could feel Harry's eyes glaring at his back, like he was waiting for him to do something unexpected, some kind of sudden movement. It was a horrible feeling, something the evil Draco would have never been bothered about, but the new Orli side was so confused, it got Draco's temper boiling.
He turned to Harry. "Look, why are you glaring at my back?"
Harry eyes flashed dangerously, something was definitely wrong. "You should know."
"I don't."
Harry sighed and looked down at the floor. "It's late now, if we could talk tomorrow, just before my patrols with Hermione and the other prefects. How about -
"My room."
Harry looked up and nodded. Turning back to the lion and muttering Albaelabruno, Draco said goodnight, sensing something was amiss. What, he wasn't sure of, but there was bound to be a reason for Harry's sudden coldness towards him, and he desperately wanted to know this reason.
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Staring into the fire, thinking about his life was not something that Draco thought he would actually ever do. He was always too rich to think so peacefully like this, and it was something that he didn't enjoy doing, not then and definitely not now. The only reason for his thoughtfulness, was his problems.
Draco's new rooms were better than he had expected. The main room's walls were of stone, therefore they had no colour apart from grey, but there was a fireplace, in front of it a furry rug and many soft sofas that seemed to not have been sat on much. Only one painting was in the whole room, and even this painting was not a moving one, it was indeed muggle, a muggle interpretation of the angel.
A narrow staircase leading down from the floor, found under a trap door hidden beneath the corner of the rug led down to a small bedroom. However, although it was underneath everything else, it was not cold, dark, or damp like the dungeons. Like the ministry of magic, there was a charmed window that displayed many birds (luckily not chirping, otherwise Draco would have literally killed them by now). His bed was much the same as his one at home, and there was even a bathroom next door. It wasn't very special, but definitely very clean.
He stepped up from the sofa and paced towards a small and narrow window. Opening it, he peered out and breathed in the fresh air. The night was silent and nothing stirred in the peaceful darkness of it all. Suddenly, he spotted something flying towards his window. It was a snowy white owl - Hedwig. Why was she flying to him at such an hour as this?
Hedwig softly landed on the narrow window ledge, and stuck out her leg, revealing a small scroll of parchment. Carefully, Draco untied it, surprised that she would actually let him anywhere near her this time. 'Potter must have given her specific instructions.' He thought as Hedwig flew off into the night. Draco slowly opened the letter:
'Dear 'Orli'
It's me, Harry. I know you might be asleep, but I needed to write to you about the meeting tomorrow. I'm thinking that maybe I should speak to you when everyone else is at dinner, it's better that way. Meet you in the entrance hall straight after our last lesson and we'll head up to your room straight away. What I have to say is urgent and important, remember.
Harry.'
Draco thought the letter over once more and scrunched it into a ball, throwing it into the fire. Potter seemed like he knew something important, and it was something to do with him. What could he possibly know? Was it something to do with his father? And Potter wanted to warn him? But then why was he acting so cold?
Sighing and sitting on the floor with his wand in his hand, he stared at the fire, its flames flickering and burning the letter into pieces of separate ash. An idea popped into his head as he thought about what he had to do before he went to bed. With a flick of his wand, Draco managed to 'accio' a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a quill. Licking the quill for concentration before dipping it in the inkpot, he began to write:
'Dear Dougy, or Dennis the plonker as you so nicely put it,
I know, I know, you need your beauty sleep, and we are at school now, but I haven't written for quite a while so I thought I should anyway, just to keep you detailed.
The rice paper was nice, maybe a bit stale, but nice, oh what a genius you are! (**coughyeahrightcough**) Anyway, Hermione's fine, but I myself are having a few problems. I can't say much in case this letter is read by anyone but you, but what I can say is that there's this person, Lucius MALFOY, that's come to teach at Hogwarts, and Harry, Potter, whatever, knows something and is acting weird, you know Harry, the one who has that funny scar and hair.
Well I have to sleep now, it's a short letter but never mind. I'll write later, and I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR BEAUTY SLEEP!!!!
Orli
PS. The last letter you sent didn't wake me up, so sorry, I know how disappointed you are right now.'
Draco ended the letter and re-read it. He hoped that Dennis would catch the hint of 'MALFOY' being his father. Indeed, Draco had told Dennis about his father and what he was like, but that was when he knew it was safe to write letters without being intercepted. Now it was not safe, and Draco hoped that this letter only looked like an innocent letter to a friend, and not like he was writing through some kind of code.
Folding the letter up, Draco levitated all the objects with his wand and opened the trap door with his free hand. He climbed down the steps that led to his bedroom and set the letter to Dennis on the table. Next morning he would ask Harry or Ron if he could borrow one of their owls and send his letter off to Dennis. Right now, Dennis seemed like the only person who could understand him.
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Tada! I love Dennis, really I do. I don't think you could call him a Gary- Stu or whatever, what do you think? Its just cus' to me, Dennis is too much of a real character to be a Gary-Stu. Isn't a Gary-Stu a male version of the Mary-sue? Actually, anyone mind telling me what's a Mary-sue? I know, but I'm not very sure of what I know, so please just certify it by telling me!
PS. Okay, FOR THE ENDING: HAPPY, OR SAD? I am troubling over this ever since the beginning and I still have not decided. I have finally decided to ask the public.
PPS. In case I don't update in time, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A . . . whatever, I forgot the rest
Chapter fourteen: Which house?
THANK YOU TO THESE PEOPLE:
~ Dead Lenore ~ HAHA! I love cliffies, even if they're done to me, shows talent I tell you, TALENT! Anyway, Lucius' reaction . . . I'm afraid I don't go into detail with that, Lucius really doesn't react much because there are a lot of people around him, and he doesn't want to show himself up, if that made any sense. Oh and that Hagrid thing, yeah I guess 'Keeper of keys' for him is too big a title, I never did understand that.
~ Wander Aimlessly ~ Thanks! To be honest, I think you'll be disappointed about which house Draco would be put in. You'll understand why I think that soon enough though, and thank you again for the nice review.
~ Loah ~ HAHA!! You shall know now, if you scroll down a lot. Hehe . . .
~ A Friend ~ Lol, great opinion of Tom . . . to be perfectly honest, I like evil Tom playing Draco, it makes him so much cooler, that's why really I'm more a Draco fan than I am Tom! Plus, you think Tom is better than Ron (ahem, RUPERT), which is really your opinion, I still think the world of him!
~ Happigolucki ~ Aw thanks, my grandpa died while he was in China, so I wasn't there to see him . . . sigh, my mum wasn't very happy either, but never mind, I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted us to mourn. Thanks for the review and I will read your fic if I haven't by now, I can't remember which fics I have read and which I haven't . . .
~ Harryforeva ~ Thank you ever so much for your review, and also, thanks for the sympathy thing on my grandpa. I'm slightly scared that this chapter'll disappoint you . . . I can only hope not!
~Burgundyred ~ First, thanks for the review, second thanks for the grandpa thing : -), third, thank you thank you thank you for the compliments, and just to tell you, I WOULD NEVER PLACE DRACO IN HUFFLEPUFF, no offence, but they really annoy me with their 'humbleness'. Anyway, for the Hagrid's accent thing, I tried really hard and I actually had the book in front of me but I got fed up with holding the book in one hand and typing with the other so there you go (nevermind, my temper always gets in the way)
~NitenGale ~ HAHA!!! You shall find out what house he will be in, although I have a feeling you'll be disappointed. I did think about putting Draco in Gryffindor, but Draco would never forgive himself, because ha hates Gryffindor and all. You did spell suggestion right, and also, if you really need me, I'll be your muse, well . . . helper, but I could help you anyway!
~Smileyface1314 ~ Thanks for the review, and thanks for the comments as well!! As for the funny part thing, well, there wasn't meant to be any funny parts in really, basically because this story isn't exactly one that I deliberately make funny, but I'm still glad you're enjoying it!!
Disclaimer: As I have said many times before (and I'm still not getting tired of saying it!), I own nothing remotely Harry Potter-ish, well, I dunno . . . but I certainly own the plot, it's just the characters like, Draco, Harry etc. that I don't own!!! Dennis is mine though - ALL MINE!!! Teehee . . . .
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"POSTPONED!"
Draco let out a huge sigh of relief at what the hat had announced. He didn't even need to look around to notice that people were gaping at him with open mouths. He must be the only person ever in Hogwarts history to not be placed in a house by the sorting hat. Carefully, he stood and placed the hat back onto the stool, trying his hardest to ignore the stares. He stood next to Professor McGonagall as she stared, wide eyed, at Draco, forgetting that she was supposed to read another name off the long list of new students.
"Erm, Professor, Miss, where shall I sit?"
Professor McGonagall shook her head and thinned her lips, snapping out of her trance.
"Why don't you go sit next to us? Hey, new fella?" Pansy shouted. She was wearing tons of make up, and fluttering her eyelids seductively, as did Blaise, Millicent and Natasha McNair who were sitting near Pansy.
Draco resisted the urge to snort. This event shows how much Draco had changed from 'ugly minger with curse' to what he was now - 'nearly old Draco could be counted as decent and curse wearing off'. Pansy was so going to slobber over his new robes if he went anywhere NEAR her - the slut.
"Hey Orli!!! Why don't you sit with someone decent?"
Ron called, gesturing to a gap between him and Harry, Hermione opposite. Draco gladly accepted the offer of sitting as far away from Pansy as possible. Hermione seemed quite shocked at the fact that Draco, or Orli, had not gotten into Gryffindor as she had planned, her mouth open and her hand half way up to cover it. Harry looked deep in thought, his eyebrows knitted together, and Ron was just grinning at him. Draco wondered why for a second, until, Ron shoved him forward as Shelby Snosnibor was sorted into Hufflepuff. Draco's lips landed straight on Hermione's, bringing her out of her shock as they kissed for about five seconds.
Draco withdrew and glared at Ron who was now looking down at his grumbling stomach, looking innocent, and not to mention hungry. To his relief, not many people had noticed his little kissing scene just then, EXCEPT for Pansy, Blaise, Natasha and Millicent who were now staring, make that gawping, at Draco, their eyes furious.
Looking up at the teacher table, he could see Dumbledore wasn't paying any attention to the new students at all, even if he was clapping on time - he was too busy smiling at Draco to notice anything else. But what really worried Draco was not this, but the menacing look on his father's face, and the fact that he was visibly shaking with fury. If that wasn't a sign that he knew, then Draco wasn't sure what would be . . .
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Lost in his thoughts, an average blonde boy with terrible acne stepped out of the Headmaster's office. The gargoyle that was normally guarding the door seemed to be eyeing him suspiciously through his grave stone eyes.
Draco walked on, holding a piece of paper in his hand that Dumbledore had given him. They were directions to his new headquarters, which were located somewhere near Gryffindor tower. His things had already been moved up there, so if they weren't there, then he'd know he had the wrong room. Dumbledore had also said that the room was usually used for the utmost pleasure, for the most honourable guests . . . . then why on earth was he giving it to Draco?
As he turned a corner, he bumped into someone, someone the same height as himself.
"Oh, sorry." Draco said, trying to move around this guy. He didn't even realise whom it was that he had bumped into, he was too busy thinking to notice anything around him - even the fact that he was heading the wrong way.
"Orli, it's me - Harry? Remember? The guy who talked to you this morning???"
Draco looked up at Harry for a moment, then shook his head, shaking from it his initial thoughts.
"Oh hi, what are you doing here?"
"I'm Head Boy remember? Just been on my first night patrol, now I'm heading back to Gryffindor tower." Harry's voice seemed duller than Draco had heard him sound all the time he had spent with him at the burrow. He sounded like the old Potter now, not the one that Ginny had supposedly changed him to.
"What are you doing here anyway Orli?"
"Dumbledore just gave me the directions to my new room, seeing as I don't have a house and all . . ."
Harry nodded, his jaw set firmly for some reason unknown. He took the piece of paper from Draco's loose grip and scanned it quickly through his glasses.
"You're heading the wrong way Orli, follow me, it is, after all, near Gryffindor Tower."
Harry said quickly, tossing the piece of paper back to Draco without a glance. Draco frowned as Harry began to speed walk away. 'Why is he being so weird?' Draco thought, it didn't seem like Potter to do this, no matter what mood he was in. He would at least apologise and say what it was that was troubling him. Draco ran after Harry, being careful to keep up with his quick pace.
They walked (strode, ran, whichever) in silence, their footsteps echoing in the now deserted corridors of the old school. It was actually quite eerie, and Draco was determined not to let it creep him out.
They stopped on the seventh floor, straight in front of the fat lady's portrait.
"This is the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, and the dorms. Opposite is your room thing, see that little lion engraved into the wall? That's it, well that's what it says on your sheet of paper anyway. You go in first."
Draco nodded and looked down at the paper again, it said to 'point wand at the lion's heart and mutter Albaelabruno'. Taking out his wand, he pointed it at the lion's heart, then hesitated. He could feel Harry's eyes glaring at his back, like he was waiting for him to do something unexpected, some kind of sudden movement. It was a horrible feeling, something the evil Draco would have never been bothered about, but the new Orli side was so confused, it got Draco's temper boiling.
He turned to Harry. "Look, why are you glaring at my back?"
Harry eyes flashed dangerously, something was definitely wrong. "You should know."
"I don't."
Harry sighed and looked down at the floor. "It's late now, if we could talk tomorrow, just before my patrols with Hermione and the other prefects. How about -
"My room."
Harry looked up and nodded. Turning back to the lion and muttering Albaelabruno, Draco said goodnight, sensing something was amiss. What, he wasn't sure of, but there was bound to be a reason for Harry's sudden coldness towards him, and he desperately wanted to know this reason.
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Staring into the fire, thinking about his life was not something that Draco thought he would actually ever do. He was always too rich to think so peacefully like this, and it was something that he didn't enjoy doing, not then and definitely not now. The only reason for his thoughtfulness, was his problems.
Draco's new rooms were better than he had expected. The main room's walls were of stone, therefore they had no colour apart from grey, but there was a fireplace, in front of it a furry rug and many soft sofas that seemed to not have been sat on much. Only one painting was in the whole room, and even this painting was not a moving one, it was indeed muggle, a muggle interpretation of the angel.
A narrow staircase leading down from the floor, found under a trap door hidden beneath the corner of the rug led down to a small bedroom. However, although it was underneath everything else, it was not cold, dark, or damp like the dungeons. Like the ministry of magic, there was a charmed window that displayed many birds (luckily not chirping, otherwise Draco would have literally killed them by now). His bed was much the same as his one at home, and there was even a bathroom next door. It wasn't very special, but definitely very clean.
He stepped up from the sofa and paced towards a small and narrow window. Opening it, he peered out and breathed in the fresh air. The night was silent and nothing stirred in the peaceful darkness of it all. Suddenly, he spotted something flying towards his window. It was a snowy white owl - Hedwig. Why was she flying to him at such an hour as this?
Hedwig softly landed on the narrow window ledge, and stuck out her leg, revealing a small scroll of parchment. Carefully, Draco untied it, surprised that she would actually let him anywhere near her this time. 'Potter must have given her specific instructions.' He thought as Hedwig flew off into the night. Draco slowly opened the letter:
'Dear 'Orli'
It's me, Harry. I know you might be asleep, but I needed to write to you about the meeting tomorrow. I'm thinking that maybe I should speak to you when everyone else is at dinner, it's better that way. Meet you in the entrance hall straight after our last lesson and we'll head up to your room straight away. What I have to say is urgent and important, remember.
Harry.'
Draco thought the letter over once more and scrunched it into a ball, throwing it into the fire. Potter seemed like he knew something important, and it was something to do with him. What could he possibly know? Was it something to do with his father? And Potter wanted to warn him? But then why was he acting so cold?
Sighing and sitting on the floor with his wand in his hand, he stared at the fire, its flames flickering and burning the letter into pieces of separate ash. An idea popped into his head as he thought about what he had to do before he went to bed. With a flick of his wand, Draco managed to 'accio' a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a quill. Licking the quill for concentration before dipping it in the inkpot, he began to write:
'Dear Dougy, or Dennis the plonker as you so nicely put it,
I know, I know, you need your beauty sleep, and we are at school now, but I haven't written for quite a while so I thought I should anyway, just to keep you detailed.
The rice paper was nice, maybe a bit stale, but nice, oh what a genius you are! (**coughyeahrightcough**) Anyway, Hermione's fine, but I myself are having a few problems. I can't say much in case this letter is read by anyone but you, but what I can say is that there's this person, Lucius MALFOY, that's come to teach at Hogwarts, and Harry, Potter, whatever, knows something and is acting weird, you know Harry, the one who has that funny scar and hair.
Well I have to sleep now, it's a short letter but never mind. I'll write later, and I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR BEAUTY SLEEP!!!!
Orli
PS. The last letter you sent didn't wake me up, so sorry, I know how disappointed you are right now.'
Draco ended the letter and re-read it. He hoped that Dennis would catch the hint of 'MALFOY' being his father. Indeed, Draco had told Dennis about his father and what he was like, but that was when he knew it was safe to write letters without being intercepted. Now it was not safe, and Draco hoped that this letter only looked like an innocent letter to a friend, and not like he was writing through some kind of code.
Folding the letter up, Draco levitated all the objects with his wand and opened the trap door with his free hand. He climbed down the steps that led to his bedroom and set the letter to Dennis on the table. Next morning he would ask Harry or Ron if he could borrow one of their owls and send his letter off to Dennis. Right now, Dennis seemed like the only person who could understand him.
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Tada! I love Dennis, really I do. I don't think you could call him a Gary- Stu or whatever, what do you think? Its just cus' to me, Dennis is too much of a real character to be a Gary-Stu. Isn't a Gary-Stu a male version of the Mary-sue? Actually, anyone mind telling me what's a Mary-sue? I know, but I'm not very sure of what I know, so please just certify it by telling me!
PS. Okay, FOR THE ENDING: HAPPY, OR SAD? I am troubling over this ever since the beginning and I still have not decided. I have finally decided to ask the public.
PPS. In case I don't update in time, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A . . . whatever, I forgot the rest