Disclaimer: We only own Agava, Daylon, and Ayva Bradbury. All of the other Harry Potter stuff is property of J.K. Rowling.
A/N: My sister and I both wrote this, so if the writing style changes during certain parts of the fic, that's why.
THE BRADBURY LEGACY
Chapter 3:
Ayva took a deep breath before opening the door leading into the Room of Requirement. She stepped inside cautiously, and saw Malfoy sitting on the couch that had appeared to fit their needs.
"Hey." She said when he turned his head at her entrance.
"Hi." He waited until she sat down next to him before continuing angrily, "What the hell is going on with you and Pothead?"
"What do you mean?" She asked him innocently.
"You know what I mean."
She sighed, looking around the room, "Look, there isn't anything, really. At least not yet."
"And there's not gonna be anything!"
"What?! Draco, if something happens between Harry and me, that means I can get more information for you."
"I don't care! You're still my fiancée!"
"Not by choice. Our parents arranged that."
"That doesn't matter! This is still an engagement! Anyway, do you really think The-Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die will still keep you clued in on everything they're doing and planning once you two break up?"
At his words, Ayva lowered her gaze, "I hadn't thought of that," she said quietly before looking up at him, "Sorry, I guess you're right." Malfoy smirked.
"Aren't I always right?"
"Yeah, that's you. Always right. Anyway, what did you really want to talk about?"
"Well, duh! I thought that'd be obvious!" Malfoy sneered. "What's Potty and his followers planning?" Ayva rolled her eyes.
"Apparently, you can be wrong. It wasn't obvious. Besides, I'm still working on that, so I don't really know. All I know is that they're trying to find and destroy every Death Eater or something like that. It might, however, be Death Eaters: the next generation, which would be us. I'd watch my back if I were you."
"And what about you?"
"They won't do anything to me, they think I'm on their side and hate my family and what they stand for. Remember?"
Malfoy sneered. "Okay, whatever. But do you really think those losers threaten me?" He drawled, but he did seem to look a bit apprehensive. Ayva smiled and got up.
"Since that's all, I think I'll be leaving now." And she left Malfoy in the Room of Requirements.
Daylon sat in the Slytherin common room, cursing flies and other stupid bugs that came too close to him. Draco came in, saw a fly and yelled, "Die, Potter!" before cursing it into a zillion little bits, then cursing each bit to a zillion bits. Everyone in the common room jumped up and ran away, screaming at the top of their lungs.
"What's going on?!" Professor Snape, who was just coming in, inquired of a passing student.
"Malfoy's in a mood!" Pansy shrieked.
Professor Snape's eyes widened in horror as he also turned to leave, not wanting to get in the way of Malfoy and whatever he wanted to kill.
"Run! Run for your bloody defenseless lives! Head for Hell! It'd be safer!" The Bloody Baron yelled as students ran through them and out of the common room.
"Uh, you okay?" Daylon inquired as Malfoy laughed crazily, cursing random objects in the room. "Bad meeting?"
Malfoy turned his towering rage on Daylon, "No! Of course not! Now I'm gonna use you as target practice so I'm ready for Potter!" He yelled in Daylon's face.
"Okay, I'm now officially deaf. I'm going now." And he turned and disappeared down the corridor and out of sight. He'd wait to confront Malfoy until he clamed down a bit. Or a lot.
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