The Beast
AN: Hello everyone I have returned with another chapter for you. I hope I don't disappoint happy reading!
Chapter 3:
St. Mungo's
Angela Johnson strolled through the halls of St. Mungo's Hospital, after just finishing up putting Mr. Malfoy to bed. It had been a grueling six hour process but he some how managed to pulled through. "Healer Johnson, the old wizard from room 341 keeps asking for more pain relieving potion. What would you like me to do?" Med-witch Judy asked to her as she walked past the Med-witch desk, Angela sigh and took the patients chart from the older witch.
Angela glanced through it, "Broken hip and upper femur…had extensive healing spells a month ago…Hmmm…give him half a vial at 12am and then the other half at 8am just to make him think he's feeling better... he's going home this weekend…big ol' baby has been here for 8 months." Angela said to her and signing at the bottom of the chart. "These are also for you." Judy said handing her a huge stake of files. Angela frown at the Med-witch and opened up the files. "Résumés?" Angela raised her eyebrow in question at the Med-witch.
She gave Angela a shrug, "Compliments of our new overlord Head Healer Jones, he wants you to find a new pediatric Healer due to Healer Mason on maternity leave and Mr. Patrick quitting at the end of his shift yesterday. The Pers. Ward is short staffed and these are the best candidates or so he says." Angela sighed and picked up the large stack of files. "Enjoy" Med-witch Judy said sarcastically to her. Angela rolled her eye and walking into the Healers Lounge, she plopped the files down with a heavy thud and some of the files slid off the table and onto the floor. Angela groaned and huffed, "Why me" she leaned down and picked up the files that fell to the floor.
"Oh bother" she muttered as one file slide under the table and wedged itself between the table and the book case. Angela crawled under the table to grab the file, when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on end. Is Someone is watching me, she thought and slowly pulled out her wand with her left hand and grabbed the file with her right. She slowly stood up, then turned suddenly facing the door with her wand extended outward.
"Dear Merlin Fred! You gave me a fright!" Angela gasped and sagged against the table, putting her wand away as the red head stood in the door way. "What are you doing here? Its late, you should be home sleeping." she said to him taking in his paler than normal features. Angela frowned at him when he said nothing to her, "Fred…are you ok?" she asked him taking a step closer to him. Fred's breathing was irregular, as if he had been running all night. "Fred?" Sweat broke out all over his body and he began to shake.
Angela grabbed his cold sweaty, shaking hands, "Fred…honey…I need you to look at me…" Fred's gaze lingered on the floor. "Fred" she said sternly to him catching his gaze. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me, love." Angela reminded him guiding him to the three person sofa where he sat down next to her. "You…weren't…you…weren't…"Fred struggled with his words. "I wasn't what love?" she asked running her hands over his to stop them from shaking. Fred's blue fiery eyes met her pale green ones. "Home" he said harshly from his irregular breathing.
"Oh Fred" she wanted to cry for her boyfriend, but she was too exhausted however to even managed the effort. So she just pulled Fred into a tight hug. "Its ok…I'm fine…I'm so sorry Fred" she said rubbing his back and he cried against her shoulder. "I...I thought…thought…something happened to you…" Fred muttered to her. Angela pulled away slightly and cupped his face. Brushing his tears away with her small thumbs, "Nothing is going to happen to me." she said with confidence. Fred gulped as she gently stroked his cheeks, "The War is over my love." Angela added and pressed his forehead against hers "Promise?" he asked in a small voice that broke her heart. Angela nodded brushing the sweat from his forehead before kissing him there.
"I Promise" she said softly as her lips brush against the shell of his ear, then kissing his cheek softly, and the finally kissing his lips sweetly. Fred kissed her back sweetly at first and then deepened the kiss with more passion. Angela let him pull her gently into his lap, knowing that he need the comfort from her soft touches and warm body. Fred ran his hands over her grey pencil skirt pulling at the small zipper on the side down. Angela pulled away slightly pushing her palms flat on his chest. "We can't…not here…" Angela to him sadly, wanting nothing more than to take him home and hop into their bed. Fred nodded to her, "Can I still stay here with you…I…I don't want to go back home alone." Fred said honestly to her.
Angela smiled and stroked his cheek, lovingly. "Of course you can stay. I don't want you to being home alone, but I do have to get some work done though. So don't detracted me." Angela told him kissing his nose, before moving off of his lap to grab the stack of resumes and stay them on the small end table next to the sofa where they sat. Fred visibly relaxed when Angela sat back on the sofa facing him, "I think you should get some rest, love. You look drained" Angela said to him. Fred just shook his head and pulled her legs into his lap pulling off her wedged heels, and began to rub her feet.
Angela bit off a pleasurable moan, "You are too good to me, Fred Weasley." she said biting her lip as he continued his work on her feet. She pulled a resumes from the stack and placed it in her lap. "I like to think you are too good for me. I'm trying to be the best man and wizard I can be now before you realized you can do better than the 'simple' Weasley." he said and rub the arch of her foot. Angela gasped "You aren't simple Fred, you are the smartest, the funniest and the bravest wizard I know. I'm proud to call you mine." she said to him with a gorgeous smile.
Fred smiled back at her and continued to rub her feet. "What are you reading there?" he asked her. Angela flipped through the file that laid on her lap, "I have been oh so graciously chosen to do the paperwork of others, in ordered to find more Healers for our lovely hospital." She said sarcastically as she took out her pen and wrote something down. "I'm a Healer not a desk clerk. I should be out on the floor helping others" Angela said with a huff and pulled another file form the stack.
"Well none of them are as good as you, my love." Fred said to her and rest his head on the back of the sofa. "Get some rest Fred. I'll be right here when you wake up" Angela said to him as he closed his eyes.
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Draco woke to the small humming of the bright lights. Draco sat up slowly and took in his surroundings: white linen bed sheets that were slightly itchy against his legs, sterilized smell in the air, bright white lights and walls. Hospital…I hate the hospitals, Draco rubbed the back of his head, how did I get here? He asked himself not remembering how he got here. Just then the door to his room opened, "Oh Draco! Thank Merlin I thought you weren't going to wake up" his mother gasped as she hurried over to him and hugged him with all her strength.
Draco patted her back awkwardly, "Mother…its becoming…difficult to…breathe" Draco mumbled to her and she pulled way slightly, "Oh, I'm sorry dear…it has been…a difficult night for us…" she said and held his hand in hers. "Yes, you almost killed yourself with Firewhiskey" Snape muttered wearily to him and sat in the chair next to the bed. Draco frowned in confusion at his God-father's words, "What?!...No…that's not possible…it just was bloody Firewhiskey." Draco said shacking his head with heavy skepticism.
Severus rub his stiff neck from sitting in the chair too long, "The vintage Firewhiskey that you found in my father's old study was brewed with Wolfsbane, a harmless plant to normal everyday witches and wizards but to you….let's just say you are extremely lucky to even be alive right now." Severus explained to him, and rolled his shoulders. Draco looked shocked and astonished that some small tiny plant could have that much of an effect on him. "You don't have anything to worry about, Severus had the house elves remove all the Firewhiskey in the manor so it will be safe for you." his mother said and kissed his forehead. Draco looked over her shoulder at his God-father who just waved off his wide-eyed glance.
Narcissa stood up from the bed, "I'm going to go find the Healer. " Draco nodded to her with a smile and looked back at Snape when his mother left his room. "She not serious about removing all the Firewhiskey, is she?" Snape chuckled at his God-son. "Please! I had the house elves remove only the bottles that would harm you. You seriously think I'm going to let your mother throw out all my good Whiskey, I might have to have that Healer check you head?" Snape said with a rare smile on his face.
Draco let out a small laughed, "Yeah, I guess you're right. I might've had to commit you, if you let that happen." Draco said giving his a classic Malfoy smirk. Snape scoffed at the blonde, "I just can't believe some plant landed me in here." Draco added in astonishment. "Yes, well there are quite a few things we are still in the dark about. We will figure all of this out in due time, trust me." Severus said to him with confidence. There was a long moment of silence between the two of them, "So….this thing you have going on with my mother…is it...serious?" Draco asked him genuinely concerned about his mother and her happiness.
"This thing? What was it you said yesterday…ah yes 'me fucking her' as you so crassly put it….the simple fact is that…I love your mother Draco." Draco was taken back by his honesty. Draco had never heard his God-father express anything, other than anger when they were at Hogwarts. "I feel like I have been for a very long time now…she saw me at my darkest moments and she didn't turn away." Severus said honestly to his God-son, as he looked down at as his cane. "Trust me when I tell you this. I'm going to try my hardest to make her happy every single day for the rest of my life, for as long as she'll have me. I know she was never truly happy when she was with your father I just hope that I can make her feel as happy as she makes me." Snape added.
"You already have." Snape snapped his head over to the door not realizing Narcissia was back in the room. Narcissa smiled at him, walked over to his chair and kissing his lips. "Wow! Well I will never get that image out of my mind." The Healer said as she stood in the door way clipboard in hand, "You and me both" Draco added to the Healer. "Ahhmmm…Mr. Malfoy good morning, my name is Healer Angela Johnson. It's good to see you finally awake. You had those two very worried about you." she said holding out her hand to greet him.
Draco politely shook her hand. "Thank you." Healer Johnson wave her small hand dismissively with a kind smile. "It's what I do. How are you feeling this morning?" she asked him simply. Draco shrugged his shoulders, "I feel ok. A bit thirsty, hungry, hungover really with a side of a killer headache. You know the usually feeling I guess, when you down four bottles of Firewhiskey." Draco said with a shrug and smirk.
She let out a small laugh, "Are you feeling any weakness?" Healer Johnson asked him, shinning a light from her wand into his eyes. "Not that I have noticed" Draco said to her honestly blinking away the dark spot in his vision from her light. Draco didn't feel weak, if anything he just felt tired. Healer Johnson nodded and wrote something down on her paperwork, "Alright, Mr. Malfoy. I want you try and stand up for me" she said to him. Draco shrugged his shoulders and pulled off the itchy sheets and eagerly hopped off the bed.
When both of Draco's feet hit the cold tile floor he felt a wave of fire burning through his veins and his vision became hazy. "Bloody hell" Draco said and sat back on the bed and let the dizziness pass. "Just as I suspected…" Healer Johnson mumbled seriously. "Did you feel dizzy, just then?" Draco nodded to her. "There still might be small traces of Wolfsbane in your system, you might feel like that for a short while." Healer Johnson explained to him and continued to write on her paperwork.
"How long will that last?" Draco's mother asked her. "Well that remains unclear…he is the first ever…creature I've had to treated. I'm not an expert on... werewolf biology, I've never actually met another werewolf until you Mr. Malfoy. I would consider consulting with someone of his own kind..." Healer Johnson said looking mostly at Snape.
Whom was shaking his head at the Healers recommendation, "I don't think is a good idea. The less people who know about my God-son's condition the better off he will be." Narcissa frown at his words, "Please don't talk about me like I'm not in the room" Draco muttered to them as he sat back in his bed. "What is the worst that could happen?" Narcissa asked her lover, not hearing her son. "Hypothetically speaking of course" she added.
Snape sighed, "We'll for starters it has become pretty difficult to find werewolves these days, most if not all have scattered throughout the known world. Mostly because the new laws the Minister and his cronies have set in place. Even before the war it was difficult to find a pack of wolves, who would be civil with us non-creatures. A true pack never stays in one place for too long they run the risk of killing or turning someone else. The Wizarding World has never been kind to werewolves as you know." Severus explained to her. Narcissia's features paled when he said this. "I would never let anyone hurt my son...not again"
"I know love, and that is why we must be cautious now more than ever." Snape said holding her hand. "We'll actually, I think I have an idea about your little problem." The Healer said to them pulling them from their deep conversation. "I'm not supposed to be giving out who's a patience here, it is strictly need to know and the family wanted their privacy. Not to mention I could lose my job over this…but… never the less I feel that he could be a tremendous help to your treatment, however Head Healer must never know." Healer Johnson rambled on a bit.
Draco frowned, "What are you going on about over there?" He questions his Healer making sure she wasn't a total nuter. "My future brother-in-law, Bill Weasley" she said suggestively to them with a happy smile.
There was a long silence in the room as everyone just stared at her. "Healer Johnson, would you excuse us…we would like to talk about this as a family." Narcissia said to the young witch, Angela nodded. "Of course, I'll be making my rounds around the hospital. You can have one of the Med-witches reach me when you are ready." Healer Johnson said to them and back out of the room.
"Well this is certainly a surprise" Snape said out loud. "I never expected to meet your third and fourth cousins thrice removed so soon, I feel as if I'm a bit over dressed." Snape said brushing the wrinkles out of his suit, Narcissia pinched his shoulder roughly.
"Ouch!"
"Be nice Severus" she said to him as he rubbed his shoulder. "I never said I was nice Cissy." he said to her with a smirk. Narcissia rolled her eyes at him. "No you are nice, you just try hard to act as if you are an evil and cold hearted jerk. You can't fool me though, I know what a big softy you are under those robes." she answered back kissing his cheek, leaving her bright red lip print on his skin.
Snape grumbled at her under his breath.
Draco smiled at them, "I'm glad to see you so happy mother, but it is still very odd that you two are all in love and everything…so can you keep the kissing to a minimum?" Draco asked them politely, not wanting to upset his mother. "I'm sorry, dragon. I know this must make you feel uncomfortable." His mother said
"I get it, mum. You have a new man in your life, and you want to show him off. But please for my sake can you please keep the public displays of affection down a few notches?" Draco asked her. Narcissia nodded with a kind smile.
"Back to the issue at hand" Snape said to them.
Narcissia sighed at him, "Fine let us continue, if Bill Weasley is here it couldn't hurt to seek out his help." she said looking between her son and Snape. "Perhaps, but I think you're forgetting that his whole family is basically hates us for being Death Eaters, not to mention they would love nothing more that to see the Malfoy name fall even father from grace." Snape argued his point.
"Snape is right" Draco snapped causing both of them to look at him. "Sorry?" They said in unison. "They would never help me, not willingly any way. We are going to have to figure something else out, there has to be someone else out there who doesn't hate us. But the question is who?" Draco asked them looking mostly at Snape. "Well the only one that comes to mind is Lupin…he'll be difficult to deal with given my past history with the man." Severus said taping his cane in thought.
"No one has seen him since the end of the war…not since…" Narcissa stopped and looked out the window, Draco could hear the sadness in her voice. "Since what mother?" He asked her, watching as she whisked away her tears. "Since Nymphadora...Tonks as you might recall…she died…the war left many people broken. I don't know how anyone can really be the same after you watch your loved one be killed right in front of you. It's one of the main reason why I hold you so close." His mother explain as she sat on his bed. Watching his mother greaves for a niece she never got the chance to know struck him. He grabbed his mother's hand "I'm sorry mother, she was apart of your family…a family you never had the chance to know. We need to hold those we love close, and we also need to help those that we've harmed in the past. No more of this Pureblood ideology, not for this family."
Narcissa cried and pulled her son into a hug. "I'm proud of you my little Dragon" Draco looked over at his God-father who nodded and winked. It was a sign of approval that they were all on the same page they weren't going to lose anymore family members or loved ones because of hatred, or because of the family they were born into. Today was a new day for the Malfoy family.
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Ron and Harry dragged their heels as they made their way through the halls of St. Mungo's, "Oh come on you two we are here to see Bill and Fleur. Not get shots." Hermione said to them as she pushed at their backs. "What are shots?" Ron asked her, sometimes Hermione forgot that he rarely ventured out into the muggle world.
"They are instruments use to inject medicine into your body." Harry explained to him, "They aren't very pleasant mind you." Harry added as he wrapped his arm around Ginny's shoulders. "You know this from experience?" Ginny asked both Harry and Hermione. The pair nodded, "Yes, mostly they are given to children so that they can fight off diseases." Hermione said to them.
"Why would anyone want to do that to a child? Muggles are so strange." Ron said with a laugh and walked past a cute Med-witch. Ron gave his best sexy smirk and looked her up and down suggestively. "Ron" Ginny called his name as he stopped in the middle of the hall way. "Come on Ron" Harry said grabbing his arm pulling him down the hall way toward the Pediatric Ward. "Bill, Fleur and their baby are in room P-119" Hermione said matter-of-factly to them.
"And here is P-119" Hermione said, "Should we knock?" Hermione asked but before any of them could respond the door opened, and stood Bill Weasley the second oldest male in the Weasley clan, "Well isn't this a nice surprise, where's mum?" the older Weasley asked them with a kind smile. "Good morning, Bill. Molly is parking the car with Arthur they said they will be up in a moment. Ginny wanted to get here first so she could hold the baby." Hermione said politely returning his smile.
"Well, they just went down for another check up they want to make sure of a few things. Come on in I'm sure Fleur would love some female company." Bill beamed at the with a big smile. "Wait did you say they?" Harry asked the taller red head who nodded and guided the group into the room. Fleur lay in the hospital bed eyes half closed, "Hey guys, you just missed the twins. We wanted to surprise Molly." Fleur spoke tiredly with her faded fresh accent, Bill kissed her cheek. "Mum is going to flip when she finds out. I can't wait to see her face." Ron said with glee and sat in one of the chairs in the small room.
Bill nodded, "I can't wait for you guys to meet my boys, Percy and Patrick they are perfect." The group each gave him sad smiles they each remember the lost Weasley member differently. There was a soft knock at the door, "Did some one order the babies?" Angela Johnson smiled hugely to them as she strolled through the door with two bassinets, Ginny gasped and coed as the babes past her. "Awww they are so adorable, I could just eat their little cheeks. Look how cute they are Harry, does it just make you want one of our own?" Harry gulped and pulled at the collar of his shirt. "Sure Gin….but not right now I am far to young and good looking to be a father." Ginny slapped his belly hard, everyone laughed as Harry rubbed his stomach.
"Hey, Angie what's the word?" Bill asked her, as she past him one of the twins. "Well proud papa, you will be happy to know that they show no signs of the curse." Bill let our a sigh of relief as he cuddled his son, "Angie I don't know how to thank you." Angela held the other twin and kissed his head full of red hair. "Just promise me you and Fleur will have the twin making gene in this family. I honestly don't know how you and Molly did it." Angela said looking at Fleur and watched as Bill beamed proudly at his son, Fleur shook her head at her husband . "How about we take turns on the twins. I don't think I could manage another set of twins again. At least for a little while longer, he is so in love with them it makes me want to have more." the French native said and she stroked her sons head in Bills arms. Bill leaned down and kissed her forehead, and sat down next to her on the bed.
"Well I hate to cut this visit so short but I must get back to my other patients, before I head home. Who would like a turn with the baby?" Ginny pushed everyone out of her way to get her hands on the baby. Angela handed the baby to her and made her way to the door. "Oh and Bill…I hope your still up for that little favor later?" Angela asked him, Bill nodded and turned his attention back to his little sister and his son. "Looks like you might have you hands full, with that one." Bill said looking meaningfully at Harry, who blushed nervously as he watched his future wife hold the red headed baby. Hermione patted Harry on the back, "It just baby fever it will pass, just wait till he poops on her she'll hand him right over." she whispered to her best friend as they both laughed.
"Heard that Hermione Jean Granger and you should be so lucky I'm holding my nephew other wise you be facing a Bat Boggy Hex right now" Ginny cooed at the baby and rocked the sleeping babe in her arms. Ron snickered at the brunette witch, as Hermione rolled eyes at him. "Where is my Grand child!" Molly called as she entered the small room and gasped as she saw the two babies. Bill smiled at his mother as she looked shocked, "Surprise!" grinned like a cat that ate the canary. "Oh Bill….you are…in so much trouble!" Molly squealed. Arthur pushed his plump wife over to the bed when Bill was sitting.
Molly just cupped her cheeks and looked down at the small bundle in her son's arms. "Mum I'd like you to meet Percy Frederick Weasley, and Patrick Arthur Weasley. Your Grandsons" Bill spoke his voice full of emotion as he past the babe he was holding to his mother. "Merlin he is truly perfect! I'm so proud of you both but still upset that you didn't tell me you were having twins." Molly said as she rocked the boy in her arms. "It was all Fleur's idea really." Bill said rubbing his wife's shoulders, Fleur playfully smacked his hand away. "Don't believe him for a second, we wanted to give you a happy surprise. I felt it only right with…our loss"
Molly Weasley said nothing as she looked in the eyes of the now waking baby boy. A stay tear fell to her cheek, "One day I when you are older, we will tell you about your Uncle Percy whom, your named after. We will tell how he saved your Uncle Fred's life and that we love him and miss him each day that he isn't with us." They all listened to the older witch with none a dry eye in the room, now a Grandmother to the first Weasley been born after the war.
The Ministry
Headmistress McGonagal walked into the Ministry of Magic clenching the letter she had received from the Minister himself. She had just received the letter late this morning, it was rather cryptic really all it ready was that they needed to meet and that it was important. The older witch stood at the desk of the secretary to the Minister, "How may I help you today?" the young woman asked her tone was that of boredom as she flipped through the latest version of Witches Weekly. "I need to speak with the Minister, please." She said matter-of-factly to the young woman.
"Do you have an appointment with him today?" the young woman asked her, setting goals the magazine down to look through the Minister's schedule. The old witch shook her head, "Well no, he sent me a letter wanting to have a meeting. I just assumed he had already set that up." The young woman at the desk hummed. "Well, unfortunately if you don't have an appointment with the Minister I can't allow you to see him. He is a very busy wizard." The young witch said smugly and went to pick her magazine back up.
The Headmistress sighed and placed both palms on the secretary's desk and leaned closer to her, "I understand that the Minister is a very busy man, and I hope that you can also understand that I am a very busy woman. Whom by the way has to open a school before the end of the month, a school that till just recently was uninhabitable for any forms of life as we know it." The young watched gasped at the older woman, her mouth hung wide open. "I would greatly appreciate it if you could get off your bony ass an get me the Minister of Magic, please." Menivera spoke politely as she could to the dunderheaded witch.
"Why…I've never…"
"Menivera!" the Minister called out to the older witch who smirked down at her. The older witch turned and embraced the Minister, "Minister Shacklebolt…it has been far too long," she said excitingly rubbing it in the other woman's face. She gave each check a kiss adding more to the effect, "Please I've told more than once to call me Kingsley, but alas I fear that you are right my dear…it has been far to long. We must do lunch…how does today sound?" the Minister asked waving their arms together as they walked towards his office. "As lovely as that sounds, sadly I fear I must decline in have far to much to do before Hogwarts reopens it's doors." She answered as he lead her into his office.
Kingsley pulled out a guest chair for her, "Nonsense, you just tell me what you need and I'll help you. I may be the Minister but I'm not above helping my friends, you know that." The Headmistress let a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding in. "Well, since you offered. I need to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as well As Potions Master. If you could get me one or both of those I think I may be forever in your debt." Menivera said with a nervous laugh, the Minister nodded and wrote something down on a piece of parchment. "I may have someone in mind for your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, she has been looking for some time off I'll owl her see if this is something that she might be interested in, as for the Potions Master…there was only one that could ever live up to your standard."
"Severus Snape…he was a good man…I don't think I ever met a more capable wizard" Menivera said sadly, "It's such a shame he's gone the new students will miss his teachings" The Minister frowned at her. "Merlin's beard…you don't know do you?" the Minister asked as the witch rubbed a tear away. "What don't I know?" she watched as the Minister pulled at the tight collar of his robes, "Severus…he is alive. The fight against the snake's nearly cost him his life. Your nurse managed to patch him and send him to St. Mungo's where he could get the help he most desperately needed." The Headmistress looked baffled.
"If Snape is alive then why was I able to take the mantle of the Headmistress. If the current Headmaster was still alive." The Minister just shrugged at her question. "That might be something interesting to look into about the wards of your school. For now to the real reason why you came today I fear I may have been a bit too cryptic with you and I apologize for that, but you can still never be too careful these days. Even know I'm not totally sure who to trust even at here. I am still battling corruption form the pervious Minister's before me, forgive me I'm rambling. I know your busy so I won't take up too much more of your time." The Minister said and handed her a file from his desk.
The file was thinner than the other files he had thrown about the room. It was also black unlike the manila ones, Menivera opened the folder. Inside was a 8x5 picture of the young Draco Malfoy, she read deeper into the file her eyes widened with fear, shock but mostly disbelief. "Am I reading this correctly…is he?" the Minister nodded painfully. "He is and he has followed my Registration Regulation Act to the letter. As apart of his probation I felt that it was my professional…no...my friendly duty to tell you in person. I don't think he is a bad kid Menivera, he just needs a chance to be shown a different life, a better one. A life without his father's influence over him." He watched as the Headmistress closed the file.
"What of the elder Malfoy, Minister?" the Minister sat back in his chair and sighed, he knew this would come up eventually but never this soon. "He yet lives." Menivera gasped.
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