a/n: hey you guys, sorry long time no write. Anyway, here's chapter 9!!! Oh and today's x-mas…so merry Christmas!!!!! Hope you enjoy!!!!
Chapter 9: wish upon a starThe rest of the holidays passed by fairly quickly at the Malfoy Manor.
The Weasley's were wonderful houseguests. (though of course, the first few weeks were a bit strained; Arthur was sure Draco was going to try to kill him and therefore took to staying up all night, wand in hand, and a dagger as backup, guarding his family's wing of the house. And Draco, who was also sure the Arthur, in turn, was going to try to kill him, and often took to keeping Hermione, Ginny and Harry up at all hours of the night. But as the weeks bore on they all overcame their fears, and became closer and for once in his life, Draco was happy to be home.
Mrs. Weasley, against Draco's wishes assumed the role of house keeper ("the house elves can take care of it." Draco had stressed for the fifteenth time one morning, when Mrs. Weasley decided to attack the first floor with her wand and a duster. "Nonsense," she had said. "This place looks like a dungeon. I'm just going to liven things up a bit so it'll be a bit more cheery when your mother is well." When Draco had tried wrestling the duster out of her hands, Mrs. Weasley hit him so soundly over the head with it that he ended up having a bump for a week. From then on, Draco let her do the cleaning, and cringed whenever he saw the bright pink duster in her hand) She also took over as cook, (though after her first meal Draco stopped trying to stop her, and instead sent all the house elves to the Malfoy's Manor in the French country side so they would have something to do.) and also gardener. (Draco had to admit, it was nice being able to actually see out the first story windows.)
Draco's mother was progressing quite nicely, and the mediwizard had said she should be out of bed by Halloween. Her and Mrs. Weasley had become fast friends, and during the times when Narcissa was awake in-between potions, they were often seen oohing and ahhing over pieces of cloth, or paint, or well…everything.
Hermione had no more memories resurface since the night of the Weasley's arrival, and much to Draco's relief, did not blame or hate him for what his father did. (Harry, as soon as he had a second alone with him, had pulled him aside and gave him a great big "I told you so!!") When she and Ginny weren't helping to redecorate, (which Harry and Draco always seemed to disappear when the subject was brought up; they wanted nothing to do with color swatches and paint schemes.) they were often out somewhere on the grounds with the boys, and the four became fast friends.
Ron, who had only shown up once after the fight, only stayed long enough to inform his family that they had all lost their minds, this was a Malfoy, and that when they regained the sanity they could find him at Percy's apartment in London.
The Death Eaters responsible for the destruction of Hermione's former home (and by then the Weasley home as well) were caught, and sent to Azkaban, which was now being guarded by Asian giants, who all had quite nasty tempers.
The biggest event however, was no the Weasley's and Malfoy's getting along. It wasn't even Harry and Draco becoming mates. And nor was it Draco and Hermione's romance.
The biggest even came late into the night on the eve of Harry's birthday.
Dumbledore and Snape poured over the map of the Malfoy estate. The map was much like the map Harry owned, showing people, hidden passages and such. Dumbledore had cast the estate Unplottable, but there were a few kinks to work out.
As the clock struck midnight, the two men jerked out of the light dozes, and their eyes flew instantly to the map, which was glowing brightly in the upper left hand corner.
As they watched the glow took on the form of…no! Could it be? and streaked across the map slowly. Dumbledore and Snape ran to the window, and watched as a star fell gently across the sky and then miraculously came to hover above a grove of trees on the southern tip of the lake. Snape let out a low hiss, and Dumbledore turned back to the map, where he watched a bundle fall slowly from the star and land softly on the ground. Suddenly a name wrote itself above the bundle, and gently gleamed in gold.
He smiled down at the name and then turned to give Snape a smile, which for the most part looked dumbstruck.
"well come on," Dumbledore said, standing, the twinkle in his eye shining more merrily than it had in a long time. "Lets go and collect our friend."
The two men left as quietly as they could, yet despite their efforts, one pair of eyes watched tiredly from a second floor window.
She sat wearily on the window seat; her battered legs had barely been able to make the five foot stretch from her bed. Yet she had battled the pain. She had to see this. It woke her out of her healing sleep, came from her very bones…yes, she would have to see the arrival, see it was actually real, not just a figment of her imagination that had always come and talked to her, ever since the night her husband was arrested. Yes, she would have to see it to believe it.
Her body protested painfully each time she moved and finally she simply leaned against the cool glass, refusing to give into her body's desire for sleep.
She wasn't sure how long she had been there before she saw Snape and Dumbledore return, thirty minuets maybe, but it had felt like an eternity.
Dumbledore had a little bundle in his arms, that he was struggling to keep still. Snape made no move to help, only shooting looks at the bundle, looks that rested somewhere between loathe and shock. Suddenly the bundle gave an energetic wiggle, and a little snot appeared, followed shortly by the rest of his face. On the other side, and golden tail had escaped and was happily whipping back and forth, slapping Dumbledore so hard he winced every time he was struck. A golden puppy, with a coat as gold as the star that had brought it back to earth, struggled the rest of the way out of the bundle and began licking Dumbledore happily.
The woman in the window let out a pay sigh, and her finger gently stroked the glass.
Finally when the men disappeared from view, the woman made the slow, agonizing way back to her bed. She fell into a deep sleep, and for the first time in many years, she was not plagued by nightmares, but slept with a tiny smile playing on her lips.
a/n: well what do you guys think?? Sorry there's not a lot of dialogue, but I hit a writers block, and when I was able to wiggle my way around it to write the dialogue version, it didn't sound too good, so I decided on this. I think it kind of fits the story a little, don't you think? Anyway, here's two quick questions.
One: do you think I should bring Ron back into the story?? (Frankly I don't really like him, and have future plans for him.)
If yes, should I bring him back and have them get along, or not get along?
Two: does anyone recognize the person I brought back and if so, do you know what star I was talking about? Hint: its something to do with the one I brought back!
Okay, so that was like, what four questions. So I lied. But hey, you know I love you all!!! R&R!!!