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Constance Malfoy

Chapter Four

The Sum of Us

Malfoy Manor - Wiltshire - 2003

Harmony Jane Malfoy, Fashion Designer, opened the front door of the mansion she grew up in and looked out on the day, not particularly bright but at least it wasn't actually raining.

She was on her way to the launch of her new summer collection at the exclusive Hogsmeade boutique J'adore. Her car had not shown up yet and she was getting quite impatient.

"Bloody bollocksy driver, can't be here when I need him." She muttered as she started to walk to the large garage at the back of the manor, grumbling that she would arrive at the launch all hot and sticky from walking to find a car and hurrying to get there.

Harmony's rambling thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of a house elf. Dobby was a sort of souvenir left over from her school days when he was sent to stop her returning to Hogwarts in her second year due to impending doom from the reopened Chamber of Secrets. Only recently Harmony, as part of her new success, Dobby's master, Professor Hermes Granger, relinquished his ownership rights of Dobby over to Harmony.

Looking down Harmony saw that Dobby was fidgeting terribly and banging his head.

"What's the matter, Dobby?"

"Danger, Mistress Harmony!"

"What?" Harmony exclaimed.

"I sense danger, Mistress. Magic. Faint traces. But rapidly increasing in strength. Do not go out!" he screamed

Harmony knelt beside Dobby.

"What kind of danger?" she asked

"Dobby regrets, he has no more positive data available at the moment," replied the elf.

"I can't just stay at home all day," said Harmony helplessly. "Can't you give me some reason? "

"No, mistress Harmony. Magic analysis shows too many variables," cried Dobby as his voice became urgent as he ran in circles around Harmony. "Dobby says the Danger is becoming much higher. Take me with you mistress." Dobby says with tears in his eyes.

"Honestly, I can't. I can't show up to this launch with a house elf on my arm now can I?" she replied as she looked scornfully down at the lowly creature.

Harmony turned to leave.

Dobby glided forward and latched himself onto her leg. "There is danger, Mistress," he insisted. "My feelings tell me it is now extreme. The Scar is involved. "

Harmony frowned. Her parting with the Scar had been abrupt, and as far as she was concerned, final.

"Now I know you're imagining things, Dobby. I'll see you later." she said calmly as she unlatched the possessive house elf from her skirt.

Stepping quickly past Dobby she opened the door to the garage.

Dobby's voice came faintly from behind the door.

"Scar ... danger ... Scar ... Mistress."

Her heart slowly hardening, Harmony ignored it, and set off to pick out a car.

Scar, indeed, she thought as she walked down the quiet shed that the Malfoy's housed their cars in, the Scar ran off to a Mysterious summons, leaving Harmony behind. She had been insisting for some time that all she wanted was to return home and lead a quiet life, but the abruptness of the parting had left Harmony feeling abandoned and more than a little resentful.

"He needn't think he can get round me by sending me a useless and defective house elf either." thought Harmony as the she turned to peer down the driveway behind her as she had heard something on the pebbles. She seemed to be in luck, for there was something moving ahead. She ran out of the garage to wait, hoping it was her rather late ride to the fashion show. In the distance she saw it come nearer and nearer.

Too late, Harmony saw that it wasn't her ride at all, but a strange, tumbling Crystal Pyramid. She screamed, and turned to run, but it was much too late.

The Player stepped back from the Game Table, smiling coldly. The three main pieces were already on the board. He had only to add the fourth and fifth and then the sixth would follow, drawn by the attraction to find his other selves, by the need to be whole.

The Player must find and transfer the fourth piece...

He returned to the scrying pool and leaned forward, his face tense with concentration. The swirling time-mists on the pool cleared at last, to show a river and a boat.

The River Huffle – behind Hogwarts - 2010

The tall dark haired man with the wide staring jade eyes propelled the punt along the backwaters of the river Huffle with steady thrusts of the long pole. He wore com­fortable looking clothes, a loose coat with an open-necked shirt. This was Lord Hadrian Potter (or as his new wife calls him Hades). As you might have been expec­ted, he had something about him a mixture of intellectual arrogance, humour and elegance, though in a more relaxed and informal style.

Lolling back on cushions in the front of the boat, a woman was watching Hadrian's efforts with amused admiration. She was on the small side, aristocratically beautiful, with long platinum hair above a high forehead. This was Dracania, the Lady Potter, Hadrian's wife of but a few short weeks..

They were gliding along the part of the river known as the Backs, so called because the river ran between the backs of the various towers of Hogwarts. On either side, green lawns sloped up to elegant old buildings.

Hadrian made an expansive gesture, almost overbalancing in the process. "Dumbledore!' he said dramatically. "Lupin, Phineas Nigellus, Tom Riddle, Seamus Finnegan, Ron Weasley..."

Dracania trailed a hand in the cool water. "Who?"

"Ron Weasley. Quidditch Star, I think. They were all here, you know, some of the finest wizard's, some of the greatest minds in the history of Hogwarts."

Dracania nodded. "Isaac Newton, of course."

"Oh yes, definitely Newton."

Hadrian thrust the pole into the riverbed, and the punt shot forward.

"For every action there must be an equal and opposite re-action. " quoted Dracania solemnly.

"Quite right!"

"So Newton invented punting?"

"Oh yes, there was no limit to old Isaac's genius."

The punt glided smoothly forwards and Dracania said, "Isn't it wonderful how something so primitive can be so..."

"Civilised?"

"No, simple. You just push in one direction and the boat moves in the other." she looked about her. "I do love Hogwarts in spring. The leaves, the colours. "

"It's almost October." said Hadrian apologetically.

"I thought you said we were coming here for May week?"

"I did - though mind you, May week's in June."

"I'm confused."

"So was the time turner."

Dracania tried again. "I do love the autumn," she said poetically. "The leaves, the colours..."

"Well, never mind! If only the Time turner was as simple as a punt! No co-ordinates, No rules, just the water, the punt, a strong pair of hands and a pole. Nothing can possibly go wrong.'"

Dracania was peering ahead. "What's that under the bridge Hades. Another boat? "

Hadrian leaned forward to look, at the same time thrusting the pole hard into the riverbed. It stuck fast in a soft patch. Distracted by the sight of a Crystal Pyramid rolling across the water towards them, Hadrian let go of the pole. The boat drifted helplessly on and the Pyramid swallowed up both its occupants.

Slowly the empty punt drifted beneath the bridge.