Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…
Placing: 29 years after the war– and 6 after the first..
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STAINED ROOM
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Draco was pressed into a corner as far as possible.
His eyes were fixed on something on the other side of the room.
Oh, yes – this might be the step where everything could blow up in his face.
For a moment, Draco hesitated, looking at the room around him.
It was his father's study.
'Was' was the deciding factor right now.
The once pristine room had changed somewhat since Draco had acquired it as his own about two hours ago.
His father's mahogany table was scorched and showed different signs of strains everywhere.
His father's expensive leather chair was full of holes.
Some of his father's papers had vanished without a trace and some others were singed beyond recognition.
And even the rest of the once pristine furniture, cluttered all over the room, was now strained with differently coloured blotches.
The walls were spotted like the furniture – once green, they were now in all the colours of the rainbow – on the side of the desk a lot more than everywhere else in the room.
Draco definitely liked his redecoration of the room.
For a moment, he looked around the room again, then he grinned.
"Open fire!" Draco cried, feeling a bit childish while doing so. Then he threw with all the vengeance he could muster.
The ingredient in his hand hit the cauldron on the other side of the room.
For a second or two, the ingredient from his hand swam on top of the potion Draco had brewed, the next moment it sank and the cauldron began to bubble and to simmer.
Suddenly, the whole brew looked like it was about to explode. It bubbled violently, turned a piercing orange and started to hiss – just , in the next moment, for the simmering to stop and the potion to turn golden.
Draco pouted, a bit disappointed.
"Bloody Longbottom and his knowledge of plants!" Draco murmured to himself, but in the end, he sighed and then stepped slowly closer to the cauldron on the table.
The brew in it was still golden...
"Hmm," Draco said slowly. "Looks exactly like in Longbottom's notes, I guess…"
He took the stirrer from next to the cauldron and slowly stirred the potion.
"Yes," he said, nodding to himself. "That's the consistency Longbottom said it should be like. Seems like I did it…"
Draco shook his head.
Longbottom was a genius when it came to inventing potions.
Sadly, thanks to Snape, Longbottom, with all his genius in inventing potions, was still horrible when it came to brewing them himself.
In other words: Longbottom was the one conducting the theory when it came to new potions and then send it on to Draco to actually conduct the brewing…
Interestingly, like that, Longbottom and Draco had managed to invent quite a few potions in the future.
Now it seemed like they were again inventing another potion together…
"Now we just have to test if it actually does what we want it to do," Draco murmured – but then, he wasn't that concerned about that. He knew Longbottom. Longbottom had until now never been wrong about any kind of potion he ever invented.
"Oh, well," Draco corrected himself while looking around the room. "He's not wrong after I manage to find the final ingredients combination, that is."
Of course, finding a combination like that took some time – and a place to brew.
In that moment, Draco heard the entrance door downstairs opening.
"Ah," he said. "Seems like Father's back home."
So Draco pocketed his notes, grabbed his potion and left the room.
He vanished into his room where he put the cauldron down and then started to fill the potion into twelve crystal vials.
After he had filled the vials, he sat down to write a short letter to Longbottom before adding the letter to the vials.
"Now I just need to call for that deranged house-elf," Draco murmured to himself, when suddenly a scream was heard all throughout the house.
Draco looked up from the package he was currently tying.
"Oh," he said interestedly. "Seems like Father entered his office…"
With that thought, Draco closed his package before leaving the room to go and look for his father.
Said man was standing at the entrance to his once pristine office, staring in disbelief at the destruction that had been inflicted on it.
"Lucius!" Draco's mother called out to his father and hurried up to him. "Are you alright?"
His father didn't remove his eyes from his office.
"My… The…" He muttered before he forced himself back to his normal cool behaviour. "What happened to my office, Narcissa?"
Draco's mother frowned.
"Your office?" She asked a bit confused. "Nothing happened to it."
His father threw his mother a disbelieving and disconcerting look and then stepped aside to let her see the inside of his office herself.
Draco's mother raised her hands to her mouth aghast.
"I have no idea how something like that could have happened!" She exclaimed. "I especially forbade the elves from entering your office without your explicit permission!"
Lucius frowned and then turned to look at Draco.
Huge and innocent eyes met him from the face of his son.
Lucius sighed and Draco had to hide a smirk at his father's dismayed expression.
"I know that Draco would never enter my office without my permission," Lucius said and Draco shook his head frantically.
Of course he wouldn't – never!
Lucius' eyes narrowed.
"You said the elves were forbidden?" He assured himself while looking at Narcissa.
His wife inclined her head.
"Yes, Lucius," she said. "Ever since one of them destroyed one of your papers…"
"Doesn't that mean that they can't enter if you don't allow it?" Draco asked his parents innocently, but before he could get an answer, something on the other side of the manor exploded and then de wards surrounding the property shook.
His father's eyes narrowed further.
"There's an intruder in our home!" He exclaimed angrily, before turning around swiftly to stride towards the fireplace and call the aurors.
"Narcissa, Draco," he said while walking away. "Stay in this part of the manor. I don't want you to be taken hostage!"
"Of course, Father," Draco readily agreed. "I go and hide in my room."
With that, he turned around and vanished back inside his room while wondering how long it would take for the aurors to find Gregory Goyle's father on the other side of the manor, incapacitated by a ward and some important financial documents of Lucius Malfoy as well as some Malfoy heirlooms in his pocket.
But then, Goyle had it coming – if not the father, then the son.
Draco had never been the forgiving kind… so there was no way that he would forgive the death of his family.
Of course, meeting Goyle's father while being out in Diagon Alley last night - without his parents knowing, that is - had been doubly fortunate. It gave him an excuse to torture his father a bit, it also ensured that Draco had another bit of financial backing after using the same trick to gain Goyle's gold that he had already used for Parkinson – not that he had taken as much from Goyle as he had taken from Parkinson. And of course, forging evidence for Goyle's break-in and giving him over to the aurors as a thief would also destroy the political clout that the Goyles had in the future.
Yes, Draco liked his little games – especially when they were so interesting to play…
"Dobby!" Draco called the moment the door to his room closed.
"Master calls for Dobby?" The deranged house-elf asked after popping into the room.
Draco grinned.
"I have a package for you," he said, grinning evilly. "It's for Longbottom. Please assure that an owl is send with it within the next half an hour."
"Of course, Master," Dobby replied, leaving a second later with the package.
Draco grinned even more.
His grin now even more than evil.
"Let's see how those child-killers will cope when they're met with a pair of the most insane people I will ever know!" He murmured to himself.
Considering that Potter was sure soon to start with his own game, Draco doubted that the world would survive…
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Yes, Draco might have lost a marble or two as well… xD
I hope you liked it anyway.
'Till next time
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