Chapter eight
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It was an utter blow to Draco's pride to be called to his father's office and be scolded like a recalcitrant schoolboy; being told that you were sincerely lacking in any grace when it came to one's husband was quite infuriating and yet here he sat; stoically listening to Lucius's long winded lecture.
"…How many times must I tell you that this situation we are in is a delicate one?" The schooled octave of his voice remained at a steady, belying the anger that coursed through his veins. One lesson, Draco bitterly thought; that he had failed in attaining from his father when it came to his unruly spouse.
"Do you have any idea how close we are to reviving our lord? Do you have the slightest inkling of what will happen if all does not fall into place as it should? I will not have your uncontrolled spurts of childish tantrums ruin what we have worked for!" the base of his cane slammed with enough force on the Aubusson carpet to make a resounding thud. Lucius approached his son…the devastating fruit of his loins and leaned down, until he was looking into eyes the mirror of his own.
"You have been a sore disappointment for a son. Fail me in this endeavor and I will feed you your bullocks on a plate." Draco looked back into the eyes of his sire and felt nothing…no love…no respect…no obligation…just a gaping chasm of nothingness that had always been there.
He had been a robot, a lifeless mold waiting and eager to be molded into the personification of a pureblood Malfoy heir; that had been before. Before, he had been an idiot, a loveless child so eager to want to please his father that he had been blinded by emotions; emotions that had been used against him over and over again in such devastating events that he no longer felt anything. He had become a fucking robot and all for a man whose ideal of perfection was so twisted that only he understood.
Glory, power and immortality that was all that drove Draco…that's what prompted him to quietly rise from his seat and make his silent exit instead of giving into the temptation of electrocuting the man who had given him life.
Albus Dumbledore exited the comforts of the lacquered carriage and almost excitedly his eyes traveled to the small glass sphere held tenderly in his left hand and sighed in relief as he saw the luminescent green glow that signified that he had finally found the child.
"He's here." Albus softly smiled; Hermione Weasley, always the intuitive mage quietly stated as she and her husband came to stand beside him.
"Yes."
"There is a sad aura…confusion?" Hermione's fledgling empathetic abilities caused her to feel other people emotions, but her inability to control it at times caused her great pain as she unknowingly allowed herself to fall into a mire of emotions. This time was no different; she brought her hands to her head and winced as her sensors flared and a barrage of emotions bombarded her all at once. Before Albus could order Ronald Weasley to aid his wife, the red-haired fire child brought his hand to Hermione's wrists and just above the two insignias of water and fire etched into her flesh, Ron sent a short flame of one emotion; love. Steady and reassuring the love they had for each other always settled her and brunt clean all others. A shield was immediately put up around her mind and Hermione sighed in relief and thanked her lover.
"We have to be careful. Something isn't right about him…" She warned as they made their way to the door.
The majordomo answered the bell and after inquiring of who they were he allowed them entrance and settled them in the blue room and went to call the new master.
He found him seated in the yellow room, upon the window sill, listlessly starring out into the endlessly verdant gardens.
"Sir?" Vacant emeralds turned and speared the unsuspecting majordomo to the spot. "Um…"Clearing his throat he tried once more. "Sir, there is an Albus Dumbledore and company in the blue room requesting your presence."
Harry's brows furrowed slightly; he wasn't at all familiar with that name. He unwound his legs from there position beneath his buttocks and rose. Curiosity had the better of him so he marched with hurried steps to the blue room, al the while requesting for tea and biscuits.
Harry took all three of his guest in; first the young man and woman standing closely together. The woman, wasn't beautiful, but had a sort of air about her that one would associate with prettiness, her eyes, from Harry's view point seemed a honey brown, clear and penetrating they stared at him with the same guarded, assessing gaze that he gave her. The flame haired man at her elbow was a canvas of ruddy freckles, speckled all about; he reminded Harry of a child with his exuberant indigo blue eyes, sparkling with familiarity. Then Harry gaze traveled to the elderly man starring at him in a sort of hidden wonder with knowledgeable lapis lazuli eyes, crowned by bushy snow white eyebrows. The most dominant feature on the old man was the chest long salt and peppered beard that Harry found if not a bit comical.
"What may I ask brings you here---"
"Albus Dumbledore." Albus stepped forward and extended his hand.
"Mr. Dumbledore I welcome you to my home. What may I ask is the business of your visit? Are you familiars of my husband?"
"No, we do not personally know your husband and the reason as to why we are here is because we have come to believe that you are a very special person. And in knowing that, we also believe that you are a child of prophecy." Hermione rolled eyes; there were times that the old man she had come to think of as a father could be so incredibly tactless.
A.N: I know its short, but I'm just now coming out of my writers block. Anyways I hope it won't take me so long to have the other chapters up and ready. Thanks for being patient and I hope you haven't forgotten about my story. Feedback is a plus…so let me know what you think; aside from saying the chapter is too short.