A/N: Blaise's summer… How's it going to go? Read to find out!
Blaise was sitting in his room, while his mother and Darryl Worthington were down in the living room, laughing and smiling.
Blaise's hopes were lifted when a dark raven flew in his bedroom window. "Finally!" He exclaimed, taking the letter off the raven's leg and reading it.
Hey Blaise,
How's your summer so far? Well… Besides wanting to kill the alcoholic. Can you believe that next year we can be on the Quidditch team? I cannot wait! I'm going to be the best seeker that Slytherin has ever seen. Any murders yet? Because you never know when she'll strike next! I should probably get to sending this now. Seeing as my dad wants me downstairs… I don't know what I did… But yeah.
-Draco
Blaise smirked as he read the letter. He wrote his reply.
Draco,
This summer has SUCKED! Like you don't even know. First off, Darryl is trying to be all… fatherly. And it's gross. Second of all, it's just that he's here! And he's so… UGH! Know what I mean? But, I don't think I'm going to be on the Quidditch team, you know, I make a better spectator. Just… it's who I am. And amazingly, she hasn't murdered him yet. She'll wait until I go back to school. I thought for sure she'd do it while I was home from school. So that she could blame me. But you never know with her. Hope you aren't in too much trouble with your dad…
-Blaise
He then tied the letter to the raven's leg and set her on the windowsill. "Go to Draco." He said, and the raven flew away.
"BLAISE!" It was his mother.
Blaise debated on going downstairs. He slowly made his way downstairs, "Can I help you?" He asked, leaning on the railing of the staircase.
"I'm going out. Your stepfather will be in charge while I'm gone."
"You have no power over what goes on at the Zabini Manor. Seeing as I am the official owner."
"Oh yeah. About that, we're going to speak to the Minister of Magic. And see who the legal owner of the property is. So why don't you come with me."
"Why don't I what?"
"Come with me to the Ministry. To figure out who owns the manor."
"And if I say no?"
"You're going Blaise. Whether you like it or not."
Blaise cringed, and refused to move. At least until his mother dug her nails into his wrist and dragged him out the door. "So, basically what you're saying is that you are going to find a way to get your way?"
"Yes."
"Figures…" Blaise's birthday was slowly approaching. And he was planning his escape. He would be 12. He didn't want to be with his mother for his 12th birthday.
They arrived at the Ministry and stepped into the elevator. The elevator spoke to them, "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business."
Andrea spoke to the voice, "Andrea Zabini-Worthington. Here to speak to the Minister of Magic with my son Blaise Zabini over a property dispute."
Two badges appeared in the elevator. One read "Andrea Zabini-Worthington- Property Dispute." The other read "Blaise Zabini- Property Dispute."
"Thank you. Visitors, please take the badge and attach it to the front of your robes."
Blaise and his mother attached the badges to their clothes. And the elevator spoke again, "You are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."
Blaise and his mother did everything the elevator said. They then went to Cornelius Fudge's office. Fudge seemed overly excited to see Andrea. "Andrea! How have you been?" He brought her to a chair and helped her sit down.
Blaise stayed in the doorway, he did not want to be there but he was. And he had 'nail scars' on his arm to prove that he was dragged there.
Fudge then sat down and looked at the two of them, "So, I hear you have an issue with your property?"
Andrea nodded.
"Well. The land obviously belongs to you Andrea. Seeing as Blaise is underage."
Andrea tried not to smirk.
"But. As soon as Blaise becomes 17, the land will rightly belong to him. For that is what it says in Christopher's will."
Blaise didn't even bother holding back his smirk, "5 years and 11 days…" He whispered to himself.
"What is that Blaise?"
"Counting down until she's out of my life." Blaise said, staring directly at the Minister of Magic.
"Oh. I see. Well, you two are free to go now."
"Thank you Sir." Andrea said, smiling. She walked out into the hallway, dragging Blaise along behind her, "You ungrateful little brat, you still have 5 long years ahead of you."
Blaise said nothing. As soon as they got home he went straight up to his room, where he had another letter.
Blaise,
Sorry about that thing you have to live with. And it's alright that you don't want to be on the team. Not everyone is a Quidditch fan. Well, of course she likes all the attention she gets when she has no clue who did it. She can be all 'I don't' know… He was friends with everyone…' Blah blah blah. It's like… give me a rest! Hey, I never asked, how'd the property thing go? And I'm not in trouble with my Dad. He just needed to talk about some stuff… I dunno. I didn't understand a word of it.
-Draco
Blaise wrote a reply instantly.
Draco,
The thing is not your fault. But friends? With everyone? This dude is hated. At least by a lot of people. And we all know why my mother married him. He's rich. Just like my Dad. But that's okay. And the property thing! Oh gosh. I'll show you the scars. That sounds wrong. But she was going out to the ministry today. And she literally dragged me behind her. And the minister said that in 5 years and 11 days (my 17th birthday) I will be legal owner of the Zabini manor. And after the meeting with him she was all "you ungrateful little brat. These next 5 years are going to be hell." And she would not shut up about it! But hey, think I can come over for my birthday? Anything would be better than here.
-Blaise
Blaise sent the raven back to Draco. He laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
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