Mrs Weasly sprinted into the waiting room in St. Mungo's to be greeted with Ron, Hermione, Fred and George all sprawled out sleeping. She glanced at her watch, 02:47. She sighed.
"Molly dear," Mr. Weasly panted, finally catching up with his wife. He smiled at the kids all sleeping.
"Arthur, it's after half two! Who knows what has happened since then! We have to wake them up!" Molly worried.
"I can help," came a silky voice from behind them. Molly turned around and came face to face with Lucius Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?" Arthur fumed.
"Me?" Lucius acted innocently.
"Yes, you," Mr. Weasly spat out.
"Oh yes, that whole Azkaban thing" Lucius questioned, acting as though it was the first time he'd heard of it.
"Well that's an interesting story really, they realized that Dumbledore was dead, so keeping me locked up was stupid," Lucius replied staring straight at them.
"You mean to say Voldemort got you out?" Arthur spat, saying the dark lord's name for the first time, ever.
"Why, I suppose you could say that," Lucius said with a grin, "But Mr. Weasly, I have information on your beloved Potter, apparently he's going to be just fine, unfortunately," he spat before stalking off, his long, black cloak flying behind him. Mr. Weasly couldn't resist.
"HOW'S YOUR SON MALFOY?" He yelled. Lucius paused, before continuing on, avoiding the question.
"Go Dad, Go Dad, Go, Go, Go dad," muttered Fred and George in unison before turning on the hard seats and going to sleep again. Mr. Weasly looked slightly embarrassed but he still grinned ear to ear, finally he had put down Lucius Malfoy, finally.