Chapter 4
Draco kicked the table in the clubhouse it was the nineteenth time the spell to activate the mirror had failed. It was driving him mad. Oh well, as mad as it was making him he had the Quidditch Euro final to look forward to, then the day after that it was back to school.
"Draco dinner!" Narcissa's voice rang over the magical alarm Draco had sent up in the clubhouse just in case anything happened at home.
Draco locked away the tools he had been using to make the mirror, just as he closed the chest a loud crash snapped his attention to the entrance of the clubhouse. The door swung open and threw the door fell a dishevelled figure.
Harry couldn't wait till morning he was so excited, the world cup had been great two years previous and even though the Euro cup was smaller it was still just as exciting.
"Ron, Ron are you asleep?" Harry broke the silent night of number 12 Grimmauld Place.
"No harry I'm asleep..." Ron's muffled voice came out from under the pillow.
"Good night Ron!" Harry giggled as he rolled over in his bed along side Ron's. Ever since Sirius had died Harry had lived there with whoever happened to be staying there at the time, more often than not it was Remus. He didn't want to go back to the Dursley's, he had at first, Remus had warned them to treat him right, but they hadn't done, like they would listen to a wizard. Harry looked out of the window the moon was full, it was a shame really Remus would have like the Euro cup, but then again so would Sirius...
Draco helped Blaise over to the sofa. Blaise's cloths were saturated in blood, his face swollen with a bust lip and broken nose, Draco could feel through his chest the broken ribs, he was a real mess.
"Blaise what is it? What happened?" Draco brushed Blaise's hair to one side so he could take a better look at his eye. Blaise struggled to open them to look Draco back in the eye; his lips cracked open as if trying to speak as he raised his head his muscles went limp, he fainted. Draco ran to the centre of the clubhouse yelled out his own name and with in seconds he was crawling out from under his bed back at the manor. He sprinted to the dining room; as he entered his mother and Snape both rose from their seats.
"Draco what is the matter with you?" His mother quickly went to his side.
He led Narcissa and Severus back to the clubhouse; Narcissa tended to Blaise's wounds while Severus tried to talk to him.
"It was death eaters!" Blaise winced as Narcissa pulled a bandage to tight on his chest.
"I won't insult your intelligence by asking you if you are sure of what you saw!" Severus paced the clubhouse; Draco stared at the scene feeling helpless. "How many of them were there?" Severus had a look of concern in his eyes that Draco had never seen before. "Ten maybe, eight for sure!" Blaise started to cry, it took everyone in the room by surprise, Blaise had never cried before. "They killed my mum and dad!"
Harry had gone down to get a snack he really couldn't sleep. Dumbledore sat at the kitchen table with a bag of sherbet lemons open in front of him.
"Ah Mister Potter have a seat!" one of the kitchen table chairs shot out from under the table. Harry sat down opposite Dumbledore. "There is a saying Harry that the enemy's of your enemy's are your friends, understand?" Harry nodded, "If push came to shove do you think you could live by that?" it was at the moment that The door to the kitchen opened slowly, in came Severus closely followed by Draco Malfoy.
"There were ten of them maybe eight for sure, they beat the boy and killed both the Zambini's, he's at Malfoy Manor Narcissa is caring for him. I thought it was about time we told Draco the truth don't you Dumbledore?" Severus filled him in before taking a seat on the left of Harry. Harry stood up.
"You can't honestly expect him..." Harry pointed at Draco, "To understand the severity of this situation. Dumbledore he's a Malfoy, He's the son of Lucius Malfoy, remember him? The man who tried to have to fired, the man who serves Voldemort I can't believe you would let him come here he's gonna run right home to daddy and fill him in..." Harry yelled at the top of his lungs at Dumbledore, not something one does everyday.
"Shut your mouth Potter, you don't know the first thing about my family so jut but out!" Draco had had a very hard night and now he was stood in the middle of a grimy kitchen with Harry Potter of all people.
"I know your family are all scum Malfoy, that's enough for me." Harry turned to leave the kitchen in a storming rage only to have his nose meet contact with Draco's fist. Blood leaked down his face his vision blurred. He went to swing for Malfoy but missed.
"That is enough!" Dumbledore rose and separated the boys with a wave of his wand. "Harry go back to bed I will talk to you first thing in the morning before the Quidditch, as for you mister Malfoy take a seat there is a lot you need to know!"
Harry marched out of the kitchen, yet another important meeting he was being left out of, the enemy of his enemy, right. Ron sat at the bottom of the stairs having been woken by all the yelling. "Bloody hell!"
Narcissa stroked Blaise's hair back off his face, having put him up in one of the guestrooms treating his wounds to the best of her ability. Just as he was falling asleep a loud crash startled them both. An army of footsteps thundered up the stairs, Narcissa pulled out her wand...
Draco kicked the table in the clubhouse it was the nineteenth time the spell to activate the mirror had failed. It was driving him mad. Oh well, as mad as it was making him he had the Quidditch Euro final to look forward to, then the day after that it was back to school.
"Draco dinner!" Narcissa's voice rang over the magical alarm Draco had sent up in the clubhouse just in case anything happened at home.
Draco locked away the tools he had been using to make the mirror, just as he closed the chest a loud crash snapped his attention to the entrance of the clubhouse. The door swung open and threw the door fell a dishevelled figure.
Harry couldn't wait till morning he was so excited, the world cup had been great two years previous and even though the Euro cup was smaller it was still just as exciting.
"Ron, Ron are you asleep?" Harry broke the silent night of number 12 Grimmauld Place.
"No harry I'm asleep..." Ron's muffled voice came out from under the pillow.
"Good night Ron!" Harry giggled as he rolled over in his bed along side Ron's. Ever since Sirius had died Harry had lived there with whoever happened to be staying there at the time, more often than not it was Remus. He didn't want to go back to the Dursley's, he had at first, Remus had warned them to treat him right, but they hadn't done, like they would listen to a wizard. Harry looked out of the window the moon was full, it was a shame really Remus would have like the Euro cup, but then again so would Sirius...
Draco helped Blaise over to the sofa. Blaise's cloths were saturated in blood, his face swollen with a bust lip and broken nose, Draco could feel through his chest the broken ribs, he was a real mess.
"Blaise what is it? What happened?" Draco brushed Blaise's hair to one side so he could take a better look at his eye. Blaise struggled to open them to look Draco back in the eye; his lips cracked open as if trying to speak as he raised his head his muscles went limp, he fainted. Draco ran to the centre of the clubhouse yelled out his own name and with in seconds he was crawling out from under his bed back at the manor. He sprinted to the dining room; as he entered his mother and Snape both rose from their seats.
"Draco what is the matter with you?" His mother quickly went to his side.
He led Narcissa and Severus back to the clubhouse; Narcissa tended to Blaise's wounds while Severus tried to talk to him.
"It was death eaters!" Blaise winced as Narcissa pulled a bandage to tight on his chest.
"I won't insult your intelligence by asking you if you are sure of what you saw!" Severus paced the clubhouse; Draco stared at the scene feeling helpless. "How many of them were there?" Severus had a look of concern in his eyes that Draco had never seen before. "Ten maybe, eight for sure!" Blaise started to cry, it took everyone in the room by surprise, Blaise had never cried before. "They killed my mum and dad!"
Harry had gone down to get a snack he really couldn't sleep. Dumbledore sat at the kitchen table with a bag of sherbet lemons open in front of him.
"Ah Mister Potter have a seat!" one of the kitchen table chairs shot out from under the table. Harry sat down opposite Dumbledore. "There is a saying Harry that the enemy's of your enemy's are your friends, understand?" Harry nodded, "If push came to shove do you think you could live by that?" it was at the moment that The door to the kitchen opened slowly, in came Severus closely followed by Draco Malfoy.
"There were ten of them maybe eight for sure, they beat the boy and killed both the Zambini's, he's at Malfoy Manor Narcissa is caring for him. I thought it was about time we told Draco the truth don't you Dumbledore?" Severus filled him in before taking a seat on the left of Harry. Harry stood up.
"You can't honestly expect him..." Harry pointed at Draco, "To understand the severity of this situation. Dumbledore he's a Malfoy, He's the son of Lucius Malfoy, remember him? The man who tried to have to fired, the man who serves Voldemort I can't believe you would let him come here he's gonna run right home to daddy and fill him in..." Harry yelled at the top of his lungs at Dumbledore, not something one does everyday.
"Shut your mouth Potter, you don't know the first thing about my family so jut but out!" Draco had had a very hard night and now he was stood in the middle of a grimy kitchen with Harry Potter of all people.
"I know your family are all scum Malfoy, that's enough for me." Harry turned to leave the kitchen in a storming rage only to have his nose meet contact with Draco's fist. Blood leaked down his face his vision blurred. He went to swing for Malfoy but missed.
"That is enough!" Dumbledore rose and separated the boys with a wave of his wand. "Harry go back to bed I will talk to you first thing in the morning before the Quidditch, as for you mister Malfoy take a seat there is a lot you need to know!"
Harry marched out of the kitchen, yet another important meeting he was being left out of, the enemy of his enemy, right. Ron sat at the bottom of the stairs having been woken by all the yelling. "Bloody hell!"
Narcissa stroked Blaise's hair back off his face, having put him up in one of the guestrooms treating his wounds to the best of her ability. Just as he was falling asleep a loud crash startled them both. An army of footsteps thundered up the stairs, Narcissa pulled out her wand...