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Chapter One
The Weasley Home
Draco Malfoy was sitting in library of Malfoy Manor, reading one of the several books his godfather Severus Snape had sent his to help with his studies for the next school year when the fireplace roared with emerald green flames. Looking up from his book, Draco saw his friend, Faykan Undol, step through the flames, brushing soot off his dark blue robes and sporting a giant grin.
"Hey Draco." He said walking towards his friend.
Draco raised his eyebrows, no one was able to Floo directly into Malfoy Manor unless they were keyed into the wards or had been invited by someone of the Malfoy bloodline. Faykan was always full of these kinds of surprises, so Draco simple presumed that his family had to have been keyed into the wards at one time or another. "Hello Fay," he responded finally, watching as the Gryffindor boy walked to the door and snapped his fingers, summoning a house elf.
Dobby appeared, bowing low to the guest and Faykan asked the elf to bring Lucius, Draco's father. The elf disappeared with a pop and Faykan turned to sit in a chair opposite Draco.
"So, what brings you here today Fay?" Draco finally asked after marking his place in the book.
"I'm staying for the month." Faykan replied bluntly, grinning at Draco's look of surprise. But at that moment Lucius Malfoy strode in, took one fleeting look at Faykan, turned to speak to Draco, and then took a double take.
"Hello, Uncle Lucius," Faykan said calmly as Lucius studied the boy. Draco could scarcely believe his ears, 'Uncle Lucius...' could it be true that his good friend could actually be related to him?
"Who are you child?" Lucius asked, his face perfectly calm, but Draco could see the gears spinning in high speed, trying to sort out the puzzle of this boy he had apparently never seen before.
"Faykan Undol, Uncle, you remember my father don't you, you and he were in the same year at Hogwarts. He presided your wedding to Miss. Narcissa Black."
Lucius' eye widened with recognition and he actually smiled, Draco could tell it was genuine, as he sized up the son of his close friend, allegedly. "I wasn't aware;" he began coolly, "That Faykan the seventh had had any children."
"Yes, he was rather a private person my father, a trait Draco will attest that he passed on to me." Faykan replied beaming.
"So, what brings you to our home, Mr. Undol?" Lucius asked quickly replacing his mask of indifference that Draco knew so well.
"I wish to request if I might abide in your humble home for the next few weeks while I work out the final business of my inheritance from my parent's tragic deaths." Faykan said solemnly. "I also would like to reacquire the family records and other personal items my father left with you before he died, if you would indulge me."
Lucius inclined his head slightly, "Of course," he said, "Dobby shall make sure you have everything you need, your room will be across the hall from Draco's," he added looking at Draco, who nodded back.
With that his father left from the room and Faykan turned back to Draco smiling softly, "Well, that was painless, don't you agree?"
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Faykan spent most of his days in Malfoy Manor going over the items that had belonged to his parents. Draco tagged along because he was curious about his 'cousin', but for the most part Faykan would store the items Dobby brought to him in his large, multicompartmentalized trunk, or he spent time writing letters (Draco presumed they mainly were to Harry, Ron and Hermione) or pouring over the records Lucius brought to him his first night.
A few times Faykan had allowed Draco to look at some of the lines of ancestors of the different pureblood families, but none of the information made a lot of sense to Draco, as he couldn't reference the information with anything he was familiar with, the records were of the early middle ages, which most families hadn't been able to chart back to. Faykan took great amounts of time personally filling in lines where his record was incomplete from both Malfoy and Black family records, with Lucius' permission. Finally on July thirtieth, Faykan bid farewell to the Malfoys and took his leave, disappearing into the Floo network. When Draco opened the book he had been reading the day Faykan left, he found a handwritten note by his friend:
'Kairan Telcontar & Aethodry Black: F.A. 78'
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On the whole, Harry was having the first good summer with the Dursleys he could ever remember. Given they were ignoring him as much as possible, and only interacted with him at meal times, but Harry couldn't care less about that. Harry spent as much time as he could in his room, finishing his summer homework for his teachers and responding to letters he received from Ron, Hermione and Faykan almost every other day. Faykan told him that he was spending some time with Draco and that he sent his greetings, explaining that he couldn't write to him because it would be disastrous if his father found out. Harry understood, and responded that he didn't fault Draco for his father.
The night before his birthday, Harry was sitting at the dinner table with the Dursleys, when the door opened and Faykan walked in. All three Dursleys froze; panic evident in their eyes, but Faykan ignored them and sat down in the spare chair next to Harry. "Evening Harry, everything going well I hope?" he said cheerily.
Harry nodded, his mouth full of mash potatoes, and Faykan smiled at the Dursleys, "See, I knew you could behave yourselves, as a reward I'll be taking Harry away to our friend Ron's house for the rest of the summer. Expect Harry to return next summer for about the same amount of time, come on Harry lets go make sure you're packed for Hogwarts."
They left the Dursleys at the table, still stunned, and went upstairs. Harry packed his things while Faykan sent Hedwig with a letter to Ron to expect them within hours of her arrival, and stopped Harry when he was about to pack his broom. "You'll be needing that Harry, were flying to the Burrow."
"The Burrow?" Harry asked puzzled.
"Ron's house." Faykan replied, unshrinking his own broom, a model Harry didn't recognize. It was completely black with no markings or decorations whatsoever.
Faykan shrunk Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage and Harry pocketed them. They then trouped outside, past the Dursleys still motionless forms, and out into the backyard where they mounted their brooms and kicked off, soaring over the clouds and into the night.
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After what seemed like hours of flying through the clouds, Faykan started angling his broom for a decent. Harry was thankful that they were almost at Ron's; his hands were numb from the frigid night air. As they passed below the cloudbank, Harry could see a dark patchwork of fields and clumps of trees. "Not much farther now," Faykan shouted over the roaring wind as it whipped past their speeding brooms.
Finally Harry could see a large building with four or five chimneys in the distance. Faykan put on a boost of speed to his broom and Harry had no trouble keeping up. They finally landed in the small yard, scattering several chickens in the early dawn light. As the two boys marched up to the front door, Harry noticed the lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance that read, 'The Burrow'. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron Harry almost tripped over due to the numbness of his limbs. Faykan shrunk his broom, pocketed it, and finally knocked briskly on the door before pushing it open and motioning for Harry to enter.
Harry entered a rather small kitchen with a scrubbed wooden table a chairs in the middle of the room. Harry couldn't help but look around in wonder, having never been in a wizarding house before. The clock on the wall opposite him had only one hand and no numbers at all. Written around the edge were things like: 'Time to make tea', 'Time to feed the chickens', and 'You're late'. Books were stacked three deep on the mantelpiece, books with titles like 'Charm Your Own Cheese', 'Enchantment in Baking', and 'One Minute Feasts - It's Magic!'
Just as Harry and Faykan made their way to a large uneven and winding staircase, the short plump form of Mrs. Weasley appeared at the bottom, smiling at the two boys with her arms held out wide. "I'm very pleased to see you, Harry, dear," she said pulling him into an embrace. Turning to Faykan, she repeated the motion, drawing the small thin boy into her arms despite his obvious reluctance. "Oh Faykan, dear, you needn't be shy here. Thank you for taking the trouble of getting Harry here on such short notice," she turned back to Harry, "We were going to pick you up ourselves in two weeks, but Faykan offered to get you before your birthday and well, we couldn't say no to having a party here for you."
Harry blushed at the mention of a party. "You really needn't do…" he began but Mrs. Weasley brushed him off, "But we'd be delighted to Harry, Ron told us how your relatives treated you until you came to Hogwarts, and it just kills me to think that you hadn't even had a proper birthday, but never mind that right now, come along and I'll whip up some breakfast." She said as she herded both boys back into the kitchen. They sat at the table and waited as she bustled around, putting eggs and sausages into a frying pan.
After a few moments the wonderful smell of food was wafting throughout the house, and the other residents started to stir. The first to arrive were the twins, Fred and George, who smiled widely when they saw Harry and Faykan, "Look who arrived bright and early this morning," Mrs. Weasley cheerfully called to Ron who came down minutes later, while she was tipping eight or nine sausages onto both Harry's and Faykan's plates. Moments later she was adding three large fried eggs for each boy, muttering to herself about how dreadfully thin they both were.
Faykan looked like he was going to mention that they were perfectly normal sizes for their age, but at that moment there was a diversion in the form of a small, redheaded figure in a long nightdress, who appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again.
"Ginny," said Ron in an undertone to Harry. "My sister; she's been talking about you all summer."
After Faykan and Harry had waded through their fourth helpings, as Mrs. Weasley insisted on them eating as much as they possibly could, the door opened and the thin, balding Mr. Weasley walked in, "Morning Weasleys," he called, and he sat down at the table amidst the responses of "morning dad," from his sons. "What a night," he mumbled, groping for the teapot. "Nine raids. Nine! And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me when I had my back turned..." Mr. Weasley took a long gulp of tea, sighed, and looked around the table, finally settling his eyes on the Faykan and Harry, "Ah, hello there Faykan, and this must be Harry Potter, Very pleased to meet you, Ron's told us so much about you of course." he said holding his hand out for Harry to shake. Fred then asked him about the raids he was on and Mr. Weasley dived into the details, allowing Ron, Faykan, and Harry to excuse themselves and head up the stairs to Ron's room, which they would all be sharing.
They all climbed the five flights of stairs until they reached a door with peeling paint and a small plaque on it, declaring 'Ronald's Room'. They stepped in, and were assaulted by the color orange immediately, Faykan staggered back and almost fell down the stairs so violent and plentiful was the color in the room. Harry realized that Ron had covered every inch of the wallpaper with posters of the same seven people, all wearing bright orange robes carrying broomstick and waving energetically.
"Your Quidditch team?" Harry said, predicting the answer.
"The Chudley Cannons," said Ron, pointing at the orange bedspread, which was emblazoned with two giant black C's and a speeding cannonball. "Ninth in the league."
"Orange much?" Faykan said finally getting to his feet and adjusting to the dramatic color change as he entered the room, but Ron simply shrugged, clearly it was a color he was used to by now.
"It's a bit small," said Ron quickly. "Not like that room you had with the Muggles. And I'm right underneath the ghoul in the attic; he's always banging on the pipes and groaning..."
But Harry, grinning widely, said, "This is the best house I've ever been in."
Ron's ears went pink at the compliment.
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That evening, Harry was led blindfolded into the Weasley's kitchen, and was surprised to find that it had been completely decorated in gold and red balloons and streamers, the table was covered in a scarlet tablecloth with a giant chocolate cake in the center that read: 'Happy Birthday Harry Potter: 12' in white icing letters. All of the Weasleys and Faykan were seated around the table grinning broadly at Harry, leaving one place open, directly in front of the cake. As Mrs. Weasley lit the candles with her wand, everyone sang Happy Birthday to Harry as loudly as they could.
Harry only had a handful of presents, but he didn't care. Faykan had given Harry a sleeve holster for his wand that he said was enchanted to only be removable by Harry himself, Hermione had sent him a broom care and maintenance kit by owl, with a card wishing him the best birthday, and Ron gave him a large stack of Chocolate Frogs. Harry couldn't have been happier. As he drifted off to sleep in Ron's room that night, while listening to the breathing of his two best friends, he couldn't imagine life being any more wonderful.
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Over the next few weeks, Harry learned that life at the Burrow was as different as possible from life on Privet Drive. The Dursleys liked everything neat and ordered; the Weasleys' house burst with the strange and unexpected. Harry got quite a shock from the talking mirror that commented on the tidiness of the person's appearance, while Faykan almost fell out an open window when the ghoul in the attic first starting howling and banging pipes around. Small explosions from Fred and George's bedroom were also apparently considered perfectly normal.
By far the strangest thing for Harry was the fact that he was surrounded by people who seemed to like him. Mrs. Weasley fussed over the state of his socks and tried to force him and Faykan, who she was much less successful with, to eat fourth helpings at every meal. Mr. Weasley liked Harry to sit next to him at the dinner table so that he could bombard him with questions about life with Muggles, asking him to explain how things like plugs and the postal service worked, constantly saying how ingenious they were to have found so many different ways of getting along without magic.
Harry heard from Hogwarts one sunny morning about a week after he and Faykan had arrived at the Burrow. He, Faykan and Ron went down to breakfast to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny already sitting at the kitchen table. The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the Floor with a loud clatter. Ginny clearly seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room, however he never said anything. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun. Pretending he hadn't noticed this, Harry sat down and took the toast Mrs. Weasley offered him.
"Letters from school," said Mr. Weasley, passing the three boys identical envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink. "Dumbledore already knows you're here, Harry, he doesn't miss a trick, that man." Faykan sniggered slightly, but covered it with a cough. "You two've got them, too," he added, as Fred and George ambled in, still in their pajamas.
For a few minutes there was silence as they all read their letters. Harry's told him to catch the Hogwarts Express as usual from King's Cross station on September first. There was also a list of the new books he'd need for the coming year.
SECOND-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart
Fred commented on how they were all assigned to buy all the books written by Lockhart and how the new Defense Against the Darks Arts must be a female fan of his. George also added that the books were very expensive.
Looking worried, Mrs. Weasley responded, "Well just have to manage. I expect that we'll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny's things secondhand."
"Oh, are you starting at Hogwarts this year?" Harry asked Ginny.
She nodded, blushing to the roots of her flaming hair, and put her elbow in the butter dish. Fortunately no one saw this except Harry, because just then Ron's elder brother Percy walked in. He was already dressed, his Hogwarts prefect badge pinned to his sweater vest. After breakfast, Harry, Ron, Fred, George and Faykan all went up the hill to a small paddock the Weasleys owned. Since it was surrounded by trees that blocked the view from the village nearby it allowed them to play Quidditch as long as they didn't fly too high. Since they didn't want to risk uneasy explanations they threw apples around instead of using real Quidditch balls, each taking turns on Harry's Nimbus Two Thousand except for Faykan, who used his own broom that he had flown to the Burrow.
As he resized it and mounted, Fred looked up and down the black handle of the broomstick, he let out a whistle, "Whoa Fay, is that what I think that is?" Faykan returned a look that seemed to affirm Fred's question, and said, "That depends, if you think it's a custom built broom, then yes it is." All four other boys whistled in amazement, custom brooms were very rare and generally better than anything on the market, given the spell work of the creator.
As they marched up the hill, Fred and George were discussing Percy and his strange behavior over the summer, hoping against hope that he wouldn't turn out to be another head boy, like their eldest brother Bill. As the conversation turned to how they were going to buy all their equipment for the next school year, Harry felt awkward, and he noticed Faykan turning slightly red. They both had large amounts of gold stored in Gringotts, and while Harry guessed that either of them would be more than happy to give any amount to the Weasley, Harry knew that they would never accept any charity offered from close friends.
Mrs. Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.
"We're running low, Arthur," she sighed. "We'll have to buy some more today... Ah well, guests first! After you, Harry dear!"
Harry stared dumbly as she offered him the flowerpot. Before he could say anything, Faykan stepped forward and took a pinch of the powder inside, "Come on Harry, I'll show you how travel by Floo powder works," he said guiding Harry to step into the fireplace.
"Ok, all you need to do is close your eyes, tuck your arms in at your sides and simply speak clearly the name of your destination, in this case Diagon Alley, then you throw the powder down. Got it?" Harry nodded and Faykan held his hand up and waited. "Diagon Alley." Harry said loudly as Faykan threw the powder at Harry's feet. With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than Harry's head and he felt as though he was being sucked down a giant drain.
Moments later, Harry stumbled out of the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron; and almost fell to the floor as his head was still spinning madly. Moments later, the fireplace behind him roared into life again, and Faykan stepped through gracefully.
"Easy enough Harry?" he asked.
"I think I still prefer brooms." Harry responded making Faykan laugh.
"Yeah, it's not my favorite way to travel either." He commented as the Weasleys poured one by one out of the fireplace.
After making sure they were all present and accounted for, Mrs. Weasley led them all into the back courtyard that contained the hidden entrance to Diagon Alley. Tapping the third brick up and second across from the bins with her wand, she opened the archway and guided them all towards the marble building of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. They met the Grangers inside, and while Mr. Weasley chatted with Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Mrs. Weasley took Ron, Faykan and Harry down to get money for their supplies.
The vaults were reached by means of small, goblin-driven carts that sped along miniature train tracks through the bank's underground tunnels. Harry enjoyed the breakneck journey down to the Weasleys' vault, but felt dreadful when it was opened. There was a very small pile of silver Sickles inside, and just one gold Galleon. Mrs. Weasley felt right into the corners before sweeping the whole lot into her bag. Before they left, there was a loud bang behind them, and everyone spun to see what it was. As they turned back after seeing that it was just a cart speeding by, they noticed that there were some more silver sickles and three gold galleons that Mrs. Weasley seemed to have missed, even though they were in the middle of the vault, "That's odd, I was sure that we didn't have that much money," she commented, but still scooped the rest into her bag. Harry, saw Faykan's face glowing slightly, and knew exactly what he had done for the family that had treated them like two of their own. He still felt bad when they reached his vault. He tried to block the contents from view as he hastily shoved handfuls of gold coins into a leather bag. When they reached Faykan's vault however, there was no hiding the fact that he was very wealthy; he simply refused to look at anyone as he piled Galleons into his bag.
Stopping to look at a few of the objects on the back shelves, Harry noticed a spherical shaped object wrapped in a black cloth, a large sword in a jeweled scabbard, a red leather bound book, and what seemed like several glowing jewels and trinkets that shinned with inner lights. Faykan pulled a small journal sized book off the shelf and then left, letting the goblin close the door behind them. The entire journey back up Faykan refused to look at any of the Weasleys, clearly embarrassed that he was far better off then them, not that anyone commented on the subject. Harry felt similar, but he knew that Faykan must have felt extra miserable because he could have made their lives easier without making even the slightest dent in his own funds, not that the Weasleys would allow him to.
Back outside on the marble steps, they all separated. Percy muttered vaguely about needing a new quill. Fred and George had spotted their friend from Hogwarts, Lee Jordan. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were going to a secondhand robe shop. Mr. Weasley was insisting on taking the Grangers off to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink.
"We'll all meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour to buy your schoolbooks," said Mrs. Weasley, setting off with Ginny. "And not one step down Knockturn Alley!" she shouted at the twins' retreating backs.
Harry, Ron, Faykan, and Hermione strolled off along the winding, cobbled street. The bag of gold in Harry's pocket seemed to scream to him to be spent, so he bought the four of them large ice creams, which they all slurped happily as they wandered the alley, stopping to look in several windows here and there. Faykan seemed to still be sulking about Gringotts until Harry nudged him painfully in the ribs and sent him a look that said 'pull yourself together, you did what you could'. The boy seemed to cheer up slightly, but Harry could tell he wasn't going to let this thing go easily.
After an hour of wandering the shops, purchasing the things they would need for their second year at Hogwarts, the four Gryffindors headed for Flourish and Blotts. They were by no means the only ones making their way to the bookshop. As they approached it, they saw to their surprise a large crowd jostling out side the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed on a large banner across the upper windows:
GILDEROY LOCKHART
will be signing copies of his autobiography
MAGICAL ME
today 12:30 P.m. to 4:30 P.m.
"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!" Faykan looked like he wanted nothing to do with the man, but thankfully he held his peace.
They squeezed inside, dragging Faykan along as he complained loudly about being forced inside. A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. They each grabbed a copy of 'The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2' and sneaked up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys were standing with Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
"Oh, there you are, good," said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. "We'll be able to see him in a minute…"
Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair.
Faykan looked like he was ready to burst out laughing at Lockhart as a short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.
"Out of the way, there," he snarled at Faykan, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet…" but he never got to finish as Faykan snapped at him, shoving the man back.
"Big deal!" he yelled at the man, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it.
Gilderoy Lockhart heard the commotion. He looked up, first seeing Faykan and then finally noticing Harry. He stared for several moments, and then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?"
The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm and pulled him to the front, positioning them both for the photographer several times. Faykan finally pried Harry away from Lockhart's grip, looking ready to melt the next person to look him in the eyes. The photographer foolishly tried to steal Harry back for one more picture, but Faykan had had enough: He shoved the short photographer back roughly and the man yelped as his camera glowed white hot and clattered to the floor.
Lockhart seemed oblivious to what was happening directly in front of him, and he addressed the crowd of people in the bookstore.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly, waving for quiet. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!"
"When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography, which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge," The crowd applauded again. "He had no idea," Lockhart continued, "that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September; I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Staggering slightly under their weight, he managed to make his way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron.
Harry could tell that Faykan was still seething under his calm demeanor at the lunacy of the entire situation that had just happened.
"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" said a voice Harry had no trouble recognizing. He straightened up and found himself face to face with Draco Malfoy, who was grinning madly. "Famous Harry Potter can't even go into a bookshop without making a scene." When he reached them, he finally broke out into good natured chuckles, which Harry and Faykan returned. They were about to exit the store when Mr. Weasley called to them, and at the same time, Lucius Malfoy arrived right behind his son, sneering down at the Weasleys and Harry.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, looking from Ron to Ginny. "Let's, see. Red hair, vacant expressions, second hand books, you must be the Weasleys." He said coldly, picking up one of Ginny's books out of her cauldron. Harry noticed that Draco was purposely looking away with what he could only guess as shame creeping behind his own expressionless mask. As Mr. Weasley sidled through the crowd toward them, Lucius turned his attention to him. "Ah Weasley senior." He drawled.
"Lucius Malfoy." Mr. Weasley retorted.
"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids... I hope they're paying you overtime? But judging from this…" he added, holding up Ginny's beat up second hand book.
"Hello again, Mr. Malfoy," Faykan suddenly piped up, distracting the older wizard as he turned to address the young boy. "Ah, Mr. Undol how are you this afternoon." He said in an oddly pleasant voice, so opposed to the coldness he had shown to the Weasleys. "I've been better," Faykan responded. "Would it be possible for you to return that book back so we may leave this overly… gaudy… place sir?" he asked, shooting an angry glace back towards Lockhart. Mr. Malfoy simply nodded and shoved the book back into Ginny's cauldron without a word to her, and left with Draco trailing behind him immediately afterward.
Harry, Faykan, the Grangers, and the Weasleys left not too soon after, as Lockhart was heard saying that the incident with Faykan and the photographer was staged as a publicity stunt, and Faykan looked like he wanted nothing more than to reduce the entire shop and everyone in it to ashes at his words. They made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron, Faykan being dragged by Fred and George as he struggled violently in their grips.
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