Like father like son

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Draco awoke with a jerk, looking around wildly, heart racing. There was a commotion outside the hangings of his bed, people yelling and thudding about.
with a muttered curse he swung his legs off the side of his bed, irritably shoving the curtains aside, bare feet slapping on the stone floor
'WHAT'S going on?' He demanded imperiously, glaring around at his dorm mates, who were all huddled near the fire, staring terrified at the curtained window. Crabbe raised a shaking hand and pointed to the lightly fluttering curtain, moving gently in the breeze from the window
He looked at it curiously, with the slightest sceptical sneer
'That? You're scared of a curtain?' He asked, incredulous. But as he said it, the curtain started thrashing about wildly, as if it had mind of its own, and started emitting indignant shrieks.

'It's a Levifold! Get away from it Draco!' Goyle cried out stupidly. Draco almost laughed, as soon as the it had started to shriek he knew.
'You great stupid oafs.' He scorned, making his way across the warm floor- noting in passing how it had kept the heat of the summer day nicely. 'It's not a levifold. Seriously, when I was brain time, you two were holding the door.' He opened the curtains, ignoring the frightened gasps from behind him. His eagle own fluttered free and perched on his side table, a letter tied firmly to his leg.

'Good thing I left the window open tonight.' He muttered, throwing a poisonous glare at his now sheepish cronies.

'This'll be from father.' He gloated, leaping lightly onto his bed 'Siddown you two. Let's see what he has to say. It'll be pretty unspecific, father's always careful about his letters, but I'm sure he'll tell me more over Summer.'
He patted his arm and his obedient own perched, preening proudly. Carefully he untied the letter and dug out a few owl treats from a jar beside his bed, popping them down on the side table. His pet fluttered over and began eating with some relief.

Draco broke the family seal on the letter, savouring the excitement. His father had been out doing something important for the dark lord. He didn't know much about it because Lucius was always wary of letters falling into the wrong hands.

He unfolded the parchment and smoothed it out.
instantly, it struck him as wrong. It wasn't his father's neat, spidery lettering on the page, but his mothers loopy scrawl. He bit his lip.

'What does it say?' Crabbe asked urgently. Draco frowned and read it out aloud.

Draco.

LV failed- Harry Potter involved. Say nothing to shame the family. Answer no questions. Father in prison. I shall visit him this afternoon. Shall give details when you arrive at King's Cross.  

Narcissa

His grey eyes darted over the hasty writings again as he fell silent, and his slightly puzzled, annoyed expression melted like wax. His mouth fell open slightly, and his face paled past its normal pallor.
Father in prison.
He read that line over and over, his mind reeling. His perfect, clever, rich, pureblood father in prison. It was wrong! It must be a mistake!

'Draco?' Goyle asked, his eyes wide and saucer like 'Does this mean they know your Da's a dea…'
'SHUT UP!' Draco hissed. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to speculate. 'Harry Potter…' He snarled, his hands scrunching over the page 'Potter! Potter did this!' The rage inside him was building to an unbearable level. He wanted to hit something, to break something. The image came to mind of repeatedly punching Potter, of tearing him, stabbing ripping, burning killing…

'Does it say anything about our Dad's?' Crabbe asked, breaking through the heavy clenching anger that Draco had fallen into.
He looked down at the scrunched letter numbly. His father was in prison. HIS father. Because of Potter. Did Crabbe just say something?

'Draco?' Crabbe prodded.

'What?' he snapped. Suddenly his friends seemed nothing more then irritants. He wanted to be alone.

'Our fathers, does it say anything about OUR fathers?'
'If it DID I would have told you!' he snarled viciously, tossing the scrunched letter to the floor childishly. He huddled his knees under his chin hugging them, trying to think logically.

He wasn't sure how long had passed when Goyle's owl flew in the now unblocked window.  Apparently, from the panicked commotion, bearing similar news.

It all flowed around young Malfoy like the tide, sound washing over him, unheard, his eyes seeing what never registered in his mind. His father was in prison. That fact beat against his mind like a hammer on steel. Father in prison, and it was Potter's fault.

In a movement that made his sleepy own start, he sat up quickly, rolling over in his bed to his draw, pulling out a piece of parchment and quill. Tongue between teeth he scribbled a note.

Mother.

Letter received. Interested in details of your visit to father, is there any chance he'll be permitted to write to me? Crabbe and Goyle's father's in same situation. Can we visit father as soon as I arrive home? Will keep my peace at school. Potter is another matter.

Draco

'Up to another flight?' he asked his owl. The splendid bird opened one eye, then another, putting his leg out, nibbling Draco's finger in a "yes" sort of way.
He tied the letter to his leg and took him to the window. At he first whiff of open air, the own spread it's huge pinions, and took flight.

Draco watched it dwindle into the distance. Thoughts blissfully blank.

"What do we do now?' Goyle asked just behind him. He jumped a little startled.

'We deck Potter and his stupid little friends.' Draco replied quietly.