The room was full of witches and wizards, all gathered together for the administration of Her last will.
When the notary-wizard entered the room, everybody settled down, expecting him to start, but he looked over the present people and only murmured: "We have to wait for two missing persons."
Just at that moment, Blaise Zabini entered. Every occupant of the room turned around looking confused at him, but they quickly turned back at the glare he shot towards them. With a swift of his robes, he took a seat in the last row near the door.
Quiet whispering occurred, as the people wondered why he was there, but it immediately stopped, when five minutes later, the door opened again.
The crowd gasped and two young men in the front row jumped up, with drawn wands and red angered faces.
"What do you want in here?"
The black-cloaked figure didn't respond. The hood deep down, his face lay in the shadow and you could only determine two piercing silvery eyes, cold as ice, that looked straight forward to the notary-wizard, who fixed his glasses and cleared his throat.
"As everybody is present, we are able to start now. Please Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, go back to your seats. Mr Malfoy… ", he made an invitational gesture towards the seats.
When everybody was seated and quiet at last, he cleared his throat again. "We start with the last wish of the deceased, the inheritance and the guardianship."
Dragan, Blake and Medea were seated in the front row. They were in their own little world, trying to assimilate everything that happened the last two weeks, trying to understand that their mother was dead and trying to understand what that meant for them.
Why did she have to die? She was one of the good ones! Why do the good-sides in the books always win over the bad-side, but why not in real life? Blake looked at his older brother. Hehad their little sister on his lap. Dragan was absently stroking her back, hoping it would calm her down, but she was still crying silently. You could see the salty tears cascading down her pale cheeks. Sometimes he wondered how she could still have tears left to cry. Blake smiled bitterly: Everybody dealt different withthe grief.
He turned around and looked at the two men far in the back. The cloaked one's hood had fallen back a little and now he had a better sight of his face.
Draco Malfoy was nothing like his normal self. He ignored the loathing glances, it even seemed as if he didn't notice them at all. He was in his own little world, dreaming of the only good thing in his life. About the only warm, light and pure thing in his life … and, it was his fault he lost it forever.
It was in a dark empty corridor of the castle. He was fashionable late again and she already waited for him. She stood there impatiently, with crossed arms and a furiously tapping foot.
"You are late!"
"Way of stating the obvious!"
He smirked. He loved making her angry. Her eyes werelike fire and her smooth curls became bushy again. Actually she did look like a Banshee, but for him, it was hot – a major turn on!
A long time ago he had stopped to lay this turn on, on something else, since there was no use in denying it anyway. But still, he had his pride.
The mudblo… the muggelborn was off limits! – No chance, NO fucking Chance!
"You are just impossible, Malfoy! I don't know why they choose you of all people, to become Prefect!"
"Oh, my! That must be a first! Know-it-all-beaver doesn't know something!"
They were like Fire and Ice. From two different sides. Good and Bad. But still, he felt so… so… so primal around her. It was difficult to name this feeling.
"Yeah, at least I know how to read the time, unlike some ferrets!"
"Maybe, I just chose to not be on time, because I did not want to run into the two imbecile boyfriends of yours!"
Since third year, when she hit him, it wasn't mudblood anymore. Know-it-all, Beaver, Teachers Pet, Crawler and other names, but never mudblood again!
"For the 1000th time! They are not my boyfriends and they are no imbeciles either! In contrast to you they have personality and a heart... something you completely lack!"
Raw animalistic feelings. So primal!
"Oh, really? At least I have everything else! A family, money and a face without ugly scars or freckles!"
…Okay, maybe that was too much…
"Malfoy! You Arrogant. Egoistical. Selfish…"
She seethed. She boiled. She was really, really, really angry and he could just think of one thing to cool her down.
"… Snobbish. Cold. Bossy. Shifty… hrmpf"
At first she was completely uncooperative, but then she returned his kiss with the same passion.
When they finally had to stop for breath, they both smirked.
The notary-wizard grabbed a parchment with neatly covered writing and began reading it:
"… My biggest concerns, when I am dead, are my children. Since my husband is dead too, I know I am expected to give the custody away to my mother-in-law or my children's godparents. It would not be right to give them to my mother-in-law... I know their godparents would gladly take them in and even though I am sure they would be in good hands, I do not want my children to be separated!
Dragan, Blake and Medea you know that I love you and it pains me to know that I will not be there, to see you grow up, but I know that you will make me proud whatever you do and whatever you become, as long as you always belong to the good side. I am dead now, because I had to fight for my Believes, for the good side to win, so that you three can grow up in a better time then I did. In a time without war and fear and cruelty and I hope, with all my heart, that I did not die for nothing…"
At this point many of the present people had to noisily clean their noses and the notary-wizard had to quickly wipe away some tears out of the corners of his eyes, too.
"… Since this war is over now, everybody has the chance to have a fresh start and bad decisions that were made in the past, can now be rectified. – You are now able to see people from a different light and people get new chances. And … I want to start with this. That is why I will give Dragan, Blake and Medea in the custody of their father, so that he has his share of time with our children now…"
"Fa-te-rr! But me son is ded! Te kild-rr-en a-rr o-rr-panns! Me arr thei-rr last rrr-elatif!"
"Yeah! Who is this so called father we don't know of? Mrs. Krum is right, Victor is dead and she is their grandmother and so as simple as this, she gets the custody!"
"Mr. Weasley, I would appreciate it, if you refrained from shouting around like this and interrupting me and if you please would remain seated! Now shall I continue… ?"
When everybody nodded he cleared his throat again.
"… I know he will be a good father and I know he will be happy to finally be able to have them around. You will all be one happy family and I just wish I was there to see you united and say you all one last goodbye. Our little angels will be save with you and they will not miss a thing, because I already know that you will spoil them rotten. Dragan, Blake and Medea you all remember the goodnight-story I always told you and now, it will come true! The little princes and the little princess will finally have a happyfamily!
My last wish is that my little family istogether and that is why my fiancé and rightful father of my children…"
"W-ho?" The notary-wizard glared angry at the small Mrs. Krum in the front row, because of the new interruption. But seeing her furious face he shifted his gaze and every occupant of the room turned to the direction of the room he looked.
And they were not pleased with the two persons they looked upon.