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Deacon stood with Monique, waiting for Remus on the corner of the street. They had apparated here, but not in the house. Damn Lily had done something to it to keep anyone from coming in univited. She was growing paranoid if you asked him. Monique was fussing with her hair, and Malfoy rolled his eyes in disgust. She tried his last ounce of patience some times. So vain. Besides, he still thought she looked bad, too much Weasley in her. Hmm, wait, he had as much Weasley in him as she did. Fine. So she was his cousin and she bothered him. Plus he didn't know why they all had to come, he wanted to spend a bit of time with Lily without Monique fluttering around annoyingly. And Clyde was going to be there too. God why did they all have to do EVERYTHING together! A frustrated sigh choked out, and Mon looked at him. "You know Deacon, it might have been nice if you brushed your hair this morning. Make Lily think you at least tried to look nice for her." This was met with a smack to the arm, Deacon scowled at her. He was truly a Malfoy, that lip curled up just like his father's always had. She laughed, sticking her tongue out at him. "If you don't shut up Mon, I will petrify you and push you into the snow." It was her turn to frown, narrowing her green eyes at him. "Loathesome little prat." She huffed at him, and put space between them. He was content, a smirk spreading across his lips as he waited for Lily and Remus to show up. He had faith Remus would get her up and out.
Deacon had tried a few days earlier to rouse her attention - and affections - with a surprise visit. He managed to get in the house too, but Lily had no interest in letting him be her shoulder to cry on. He'd spent the night though, she let him console her somewhat when she woke in the early hours of the morning, letting him hold her as she cried herself back to sleep. She'd smelled like jasmine that night, he'd sat there breathing her in and wishing she could love him. He kissed her, actually he'd kissed her a few times, none of them resulting in anything but more frustration at the end of the night for him. She had always had her nose buried in a book or was trying out horrible spells that made Clyde turn into various animals or objects. Never had time to pay attention to the men that all seemed to desire her company. He'd seen the way Clyde looked at her, and he even caught his uncle Fred watching her wistfully one day at the joke shop. George had muttered something about ' if only I was younger' when she passed them.
Things had gone from unfortunate to horrible a month ago. Lily had lost her parents to a Death Eater. And the worst part was it had been his grandfather Lucius that did it. Voldemort was dead, had been for years, they all heard the great stories of the three friends and how they had hunted down his souls, destroying his immortality before finally ending his life. Potter had done it, had been the one whose wand killed the evil Lord Voldemort. Times had changed after that, the Potters had become aurors, his own parents - Draco and Ginny - had reopened Hogwarts and Remus had been teaching for a few years now. Neville and Luna had a small shop on Diagon Alley, right next to Fred and George Weasley's joke shop. The Death Eaters had fled to far points of the world, and slowly they were tracking them down. Most either confessed or fought to the bitter end, Lucius Malfoy had decided to disappear. He had disowned Draco, who began a change of heart after Snape rescued him from Voldemort. Seemed he had only been using him, half controlling him...and with time he began to see that silly red headed Ginny as someone quite extraordinary. The only DE left to track down had been Malfoy and Lestrange. They had alluded the aurors and the Ministry until a month ago. The Potters had been the ones to find them, both hiding in a small village in India. Harry had gone in first, Hermione came in after to find him on the ground dead. Malfoy had ambushed them, and though she was reported to fight for her life valiantly, Hermione soon joined her husband in the afterlife. Since then Lily had been distant, she never even cried when they buried them on the Hogwarts grounds, right beside Albus Dumbledore's tomb. And then a few days ago she broke down inthe middle of the joke store, apparating home and had not come out since.
He was torn from his melancholy when he saw Remus and Lily walking down the quiet street. She was so damn beautiful, and didn't even realize how crazy she drove him every time she was near. She spotted them, and waved. Her eyes looked sad, but her smile could light the whole world. Deacon grinned and Monique snickered as she jabbed him int he back, whispering to him. " Smooth, way to look relaxed Deacon. Why don't you just go and grovel at her feet." He replied with a stomp to her foot, and stepped forward to greet the duo. " Bout damn time Potter. I wanted to just set the house on fire, figured you would have to come out then. But ol' Professor here said that was a bit 'rash'." He smirked satisfactorily when she giggled. She hugged him, laughing as she pecked his cheek with a lighter than air kiss. "My friends..where would I be without you guys?"
After greeting them all with hugs and smiles, they apparated to Diagon Alley and met up with Clyde and the twins. George and Fred were older, but had remained the same mischevious little pranksters they had always been. Walking together in a little meandering cluster, they talked and laughed and just enjoyed the company of each other. Fred and George had just lost their brother, Ron, to the horrible incident at Azkaban. He had been there to search Malfoy's old cell and hed been killed by a curse Lucius had placed on it after escaping. He never even found out about the Potters. Seemed the old friends died the same day. It was a tragedy that hit the front page of every wizarding paper and magazine in London. Sad days had befallen them all, but now it seemed perhaps there would be a light at the end of this long lonely tunnel. They had each other, and that was what held them together.
Lily lagged behind, and suddenly Deacon felt her hand on his arm. Immediately he fell behind with her, slowing his pace as she spoke in hushed tones. "Deacon...I wanted to talk to you about the veil...about what we discussed last month...before..before..." her voice choked with emotion, and he nodded, squeezing her arm gently to let her know he understood. She coughed softly, regaining some of her composure." Anyway..what we talked about. At the ministry. I got...sidetracked, but I wanted to tell you I found the spell. The one that will bring him back. Will you help me?" She looked questioningly up over at him, and did she even need an answer? He had told her time and again he'd help her, hell he would do anything for her. "Of course." She nodded, and they discreetly rejoined the group, after she told him to come back to her house later that night, after dark.