"What's he doing?"
Severus glanced over at the vampire beside him before looking back outside at Blake. He stood in the pouring rain on the front lawn of the Potter mansion in just his jeans. The sky dark as an afternoon storm started to roll in.
"You think I would know?" Severus drawled with a sigh.
It had been a month since Blake had put them on high alert about the woman Melissa Sharman from the café. Also, more than two months since he had been captured and tortured which had led to Scorpius Malfoy ripping into his mind and compromising his memories. Blake had been able to piece back most of his memories before that time with help but his memories, the couple of weeks after Scorpius ripped through his mind, were just fragments. Memories from his own timeline were still scattered and would give him trouble now and again but he was getting better which they were all happy with.
Severus had been amazed with the way that Blake had organised his mind and from the stand point of a Legilimens master himself; he was astounded. He could understand why the way Blake worked with his mind wasn't like any magic he had seen before and it was linked to magic. Since it was all linked with the Deathly Hallows, the dark magic fuelled Blake's ability to retain information that others wouldn't have been able to.
They had always joked about Blake's memory as a sieve but they couldn't have been further from the truth. Yes, some things would fall through the gaps but for a man that had lived as long as Blake had, it was amazing that he was able to recall as much as he could. It still didn't stop him from doing odd things as he turned his attention back to his lover standing in the pouring rain with a frown. The first rumbles of thunder came to them as lightning flashed.
"I can't tell if he's doing magic?" Dracka asked Severus.
Blake had not done any magic since he'd pushed all his light magic over to Ry after they had found him, which the man still couldn't remember doing. Ry had told them that his levels were back up to normal and that both his light and dark power were there, beside his wizard core but Blake had not used it, as far as they knew.
"I can't feel anything over the link," Severus replied.
"If he gets sick," Ry commented as he entered the room with Kingsley. "I'm not healing him."
They all looked out at Blake, just standing there.
"I always thought his odd behaviour was due to him coming from the future," Ry muttered and Dracka snorted. "That he was doing something to alter the timeline…"
"Just Blake being, Blake." Dracka remarked.
Blake slowly knelt down on the grass and tilted his head back as the rain washed over him. The men watched him with interest but he was doing nothing else except kneeling there in the rain with his hands on either side on him on the ground. Severus thought he would be used to Blake's odd behaviour but as he looked out at his lover, the man still had a way of surprising him.
"What brings you here, Kingsley?" Severus asked turning to the Auror.
"I have some papers for Blake to sign," Kingsley said. "One needs his magical signature."
"Has he used any magic, Severus?" Ry asked softly.
"Not that we are aware of," Severus replied.
A loud rumbled had the four men turning to Blake, but it was just the thunder in the distance.
"I'll get a towel and some clothes for him," Ry said with a sigh as he turned away.
"I'll get him," Dracka announced as he slipped out the door and into the rain after casting an umbrella spell.
"Severus," Kingsley broached and Severus focused on him. "Scorpius was able to perform magic."
Severus swore.
"Even with Blake's instructions?" Severus demanded.
"Yes," Kingsley replied. "We may need Blake to come to the prison."
Severus didn't reply as he looked out at Dracka trying to get Blake to come inside but the man was still on his knees on the grass and Severus smirked. Suddenly and without warning Blake lunged and tackled the vampire to the ground. Severus and Kingsley were running without thinking as they bolted out into the rain as the two men struggled on the ground.
Blake had the upper hand until Dracka twisted and tried to pin the other man down. Blake suddenly lashed out and Dracka yelped and flinched to the side but it was enough for the smaller man to grab the vampire and roll them to the side. Severus grabbed Kingsley's arm when he saw the grin on Blake's face and pulled the Auror to a stop. His heart still in his throat and his eyes too wide as he looked at the two men as they tangled on the ground.
"It's okay," Severus puffed, as rain ran down his back.
Severus cast a shielding charm over the top of all of them and Blake paused. Dracka took advantage and grabbed the man's wrists and pinned him down as he straddled his waist.
"Oi!" Blake yelped and Dracka released him quickly as they panted on the ground.
Kingsley's eyes flicked between the three men before turning on his heel.
"I don't want to know," Kingsley muttered as he walked back towards the house.
The three men watched him before Severus turned to Dracka and Blake covered in mud. Blake gave him a lopsided grin that he knew well.
"Use the hose before coming into the house," Severus drawled, before he turned on his heels.
xXx
Harry watched Severus in amusement as Dracka still straddled his waist. The rain started coming down again as Severus walked away and Dracka groaned.
"Thanks," Dracka muttered as he looked down at the mud covering his clothes. "He could have kept the charm in place at least."
Harry grinned up at the vampire in amusement as the rain washed the mud off his face. He let his hands rest on Dracka's thighs as he looked up at him. His eyes caught on the daylight pendant that had slipped from his shirt and he could see the slight glow of light magic around it.
"I think you scared them," Dracka muttered as he looked over his shoulder towards the house.
"Why?" Harry asked with a frown.
Dracka started and looked down at him and Harry could see the guarded look in his eyes.
"Why?" Harry repeated.
"Scorpius," Dracka replied and Harry's frown deepened.
"Yes?" Harry drawled. "Please continue."
Dracka blew out a breath before pulling himself to his feet and holding his hand out to Harry. A rumbled had them turning slightly as Harry got to his feet and he could feel the wild magic around them in the air and he grinned. He looked over towards where the storm was coming from before focusing back on Dracka and seeing the vampire frowning at him.
"Why are you standing out here?" Dracka inquired
"You are trying to distract me," Harry stated as he poked the vampire's chest with a finger. "Tell me about Scorpius."
"See, that would have worked a couple of days ago," Dracka replied with a smirk.
"Today, is not a couple of days ago, Mr Dracka." Harry deadpanned, he resisted the next wave of wild magic before thunder rumbled over them again.
"He has fits of rage," Dracka told him with a sigh. "Whatever he saw in your memories, sends him into a rage and he seems mad most of the time."
Harry stared at Dracka with wide eyes, no one had said anything. Dracka shifted under his glaze.
"My memories sent him mad?" Harry uttered slowly, the rain cooling his skin. "Do we know how many memories he saw?"
"Yes and no." Dracka replied and reached out to Harry but he stepped back.
"Why has no one said anything?" Harry asked, then flicked his head over to see the lightning and the rumble of thunder as the wild magic flared with the storm so close.
"That is why," Dracka said after the thunder had faded away. "You are still recovering and we didn't want it to cause a setback."
Harry looked back at the vampire to see the concern in his eyes. He had been getting better at focusing on the now and most of his memories of this time had settled. However, the memories of before he came to this time were still scattered in a jumbled mess.
"We should get inside," Dracka suggested as another flash of lightning lit up the afternoon sky.
"Dracka?" Harry asked softly.
Dracka looked down at him with dark eyes and Harry watched as water ran down his handsome face. His dark hair plastered to his head and dripped off the short hair on his face.
"Did I hurt someone?" Harry questioned.
"No," Dracka replied with a frown. "Why do you ask?"
"They thought that I had attack you?" Harry said as he looked up towards the house.
"Blake," Dracka whispered, drawing out his name. "You were not in your right mind."
"And now?" Harry questioned.
"Well," Dracka drawled with a leer. "I always wondered about your sanity, with some of the plans you hatched."
"Dracka," Harry growled and stepped towards the vampire.
"You still have your moments," Dracka replied honestly. "Like standing out here in the middle of a lightning storm."
Harry grinned widely and looked around before stalking closer to the vampire. Dracka gave him a guarded look and stood up taller. Harry moved until there were no space between them and Dracka wrapped his arms around him loosely.
"So, you think I'm mad?" Harry purred.
"I've always thought that," Dracka laughed.
Harry slipped his foot behind the vampire's as he leaned in close before giving him a hard push as he snapped his arms out to the side. With a yelp Dracka tumbled to the ground on his back and looked up at Harry with wide eyes.
"Hey!" Dracka yelped and tried to grab his foot but Harry stepped back quickly before strolling up to the house.
Harry stepped up to the glass doors where Ry stood with a towel. He grabbed the towel with a grin as his son looked over his shoulder.
"He'll get you back for that," Ry pointed out.
"Probably," Harry replied as he ran the towel over his head, spiking up his hair.
Harry was distracted by a flare of wild magic and didn't see Dracka come up until the man grabbed his arm. He pulled him around before pushing him back into the wall. Harry hit the wall with a grunt and everyone froze. Harry looked down to see his silver sword in his hand and he frowned, he hadn't realised he'd called it. He looked up and locked eyes with Dracka, lucky he'd called the weapon pointed down and not up.
"Blake?" Dracka whispered as he stepped back.
Harry looked down at the sword and broke the connection, he had with the weapon, before holding it out to Ry.
"Sorry," Harry said as Ry took the hilt of the sword with a frown.
"What did you do?" Ry asked.
"Broke the connection," Harry answered.
"Why?"
Harry just turned and walked into the house, dropping his pants as he wrapped the towel around his waist.
"Where are you going?" Severus drawled as he went to walk into the living room.
Harry started at the man's voice, unaware he was there. He looked over to the taller man leaning in the doorway.
"Ry left you clothes near the door," Severus told him as he stepped closer to him, his eyes darting over his chest.
"Oh," Harry muttered and looked back towards the door.
Dracka and Ry were still outside talking as Ry held his sword. His eyes caught on the image as Ry slipped his sword onto his belt as the men spoke. At that moment, Ry reminded him of himself and he found himself distracted.
"Blake?" Severus broke into his thoughts. "Is that your sword?"
"Ah, yes." Harry replied as he moved towards the pile of clothes.
He slipped into the pants and shirt before looking around for somewhere to hang the towel but Severus took it from his hands.
"Kingsley is waiting in your office with some papers," Severus stated.
"Right," Harry replied and went to walk away but Severus's hand wrapped around his arm, stopping him.
"He wants your magical signature," Severus expanded and Harry frowned at the intense look in Severus's eyes.
"Okay," Harry agreed mildly and Severus released him. "What is it?"
"Have you used magic?" Severus questioned.
"Have I used magic?" Harry repeated slowly. "When would you be talking about? You know, between you and Dracka, I have no idea what you two are talking about today."
Severus pulled himself up to his full height and looked down his nose at Harry and he shifted as two images of Severus overlapped slightly. He ignored it as he looked at the man before him mildly.
"Are you comparing me to the vampire?" Severus drawled.
Harry gave the man a wink before turning and walking out of the room with Severus's dark eyes watching him the whole time. Harry moved towards the room he'd been using as an office.
"Hey Blake," Kingsley greeted with a smile.
"I hope you are going to make more sense than Severus and Dracka," Harry muttered as he settled into the chair on the other side of the desk. "What do you have for me?"
"I need your magical signature on this form for the goblins to release Ms Sharman's file," Kingsley requested as he placed a file down. "Mr Boulder needs you to sign off on a few things and also to sign your statement of your capture for Alison Malfoy's legal case."
"Have you been saving these up?" Harry asked as he grabbed up the files. "When did I make a statement of my capture?"
"We complied a statement from Ms Malfoy's memories," Kingsley explained softly.
"We can't use this," Harry stated and flicked it back to Kingsley, without a signature.
"Can you write a statement?" Kingsley asked, watching him carefully.
Harry leaned back in his seat in thought.
"Before Scorpius broke into my mind, probably." Harry answered, images of pain coming to his mind but he pushed them to the side. "After, I can try but I don't think so."
"Ms Malfoy still wants to talk to you," Kingsley added.
Harry looked through and signed the papers for Michael Boulder, his lawyer, before picking up the goblin file and flicking it open, he read it through before pausing.
"I'm not signing this," Harry stated and flicked the file back to Kingsley. "I will have to go to Gringotts to talk to them. The wording is wrong."
Kingsley looked him over as he gathered up the files and papers.
"Scorpius was able to use magic," Kingsley told him and Harry froze then swore.
"Do you need me to look at the cuffs?" Harry asked, feeling a coldness in his stomach. "It would be easier that way."
"We could sedate him," Kingsley offered. "Does he need to be awake for you to work on the cuffs?"
"Dracka mentioned that he's been violent?" Harry countered.
"Yes," Kingsley confirmed. "Very violent. He has not recovered as you have."
Harry sat back in his seat and looked the other man over as he picked up and pen and twirled it through his fingers.
"Very well, I'll see him." Harry agreed. "What time would be best?"
"Tomorrow afternoon?" Kingsley requested. "About two?"
Harry nodded.
"I'll see you then," Harry replied calmly.
"Thank you, Blake." Kingsley said with a smile. "I'll see you then."
"Bye, Kingsley." Harry said and the other man gave him a nod before leaving.
Harry tapped his pen on his desk in thought for a while after Kingsley left.
xXx
Harry looked at Scorpius laid out on the bed in his cell and could feel Severus and Dracka beside him in the hallway. His eyes were only on the drugged blonde man before him. He stepped into the room and his eyes darted around before focusing again on the man. Memories crowded his mind and he had to really focus to stop them overtaking his thoughts as he moved closer to the bed and knelt down. He kept one eye on the drugged man as he picked up his wrist and looked at the cuff. An image of him looking at the cuff on his own wrist flashed through his mind and he flinched slightly.
He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths to centre himself before opening his eyes.
Blue eyes were looking at him and he scrambled back across the floor but when he looked back at the bed the man was still out. Severus stepped into the room and knelt down beside him. He laid a hand on his leg and looked at him in concern.
"Blake?" Severus whispered.
Harry's eyes darted to him before he gritted his teeth and pulled himself back to his feet and across the room. He knelt before the bed with Severus standing behind him and shut his eyes. He calmed his heart back down before opening his eyes again and reaching out for the two cuffs. He placed them together and looked over the runes etched into them carefully. Looking for a fault in the writing or magic.
"Who are they keyed too?" Harry asked.
"To Kingsley." Severus replied. "Do you need him?"
"I don't know yet," Harry stated.
He focused on the silver cuffs as he opened his mind to the magic. The cuffs were working and they had been boosted and keyed to a single person correctly. Scorpius shouldn't be able to use his magic. Harry then looked around the room and paled. Severus grabbed his shoulder, jolting him back.
"We need to move him," Harry announced. "He isn't using his own magic."
"What is he using?"
"Wild magic."
"He knows how to pick that up?"
Harry looked up at Severus and could tell when the man worked it out, for he paled as well.
"He got it from your memoires," Severus intoned.
"Yes," Harry confirmed. "This just got very dangerous."
Kingsley stepped past Dracka and into the small room and Harry shifted nervously with having so many people in a small space. Severus must have picked up on his feelings for he moved further back towards the door and the Auror.
"We need to move him," Harry said to Kingsley.
"Where to?" Kingsley asked. "This is the most secure place we have available."
Harry sat back on his heels as he knelt on the floor and noticed both men shift slightly. He glanced over at them but neither said anything. They needed to move Scorpius somewhere that he wouldn't be able to pick up wild magic and yet with his episodes of rage, he still needed to be contained.
"Maybe I could write something into the cuffs," Harry said, instead. "A blocker instead of a suppressor."
"Always thinking, Harry."
Harry looked over at Kingsley but the man was frozen, both men were. Harry turned back to the bed and a shiver ran down his spine. Scorpius was looking at him with a glint in his eyes. Harry was rooted to the spot as his eyes locked with the other man and he release his wrists as if he'd been burnt.
"Always planning and manipulating the people around you," Scorpius said with a smile. "Do they realise?"
"What have you done?" Harry demanded.
"You don't know?" Scorpius smirked.
Harry's eyes darted over to the other men but they were unaware of the conversation.
"They can't help you," Scorpius hissed as he sat up on the side of the bed before him. "It's just you and I."
"Is that so?" Harry asked. "And why would you need to have private conversation with me?"
"The magic you wield," Scorpius replied. "This wild magic has rules."
"Yes," Harry confirmed. "And limitations, like all magic. It also has a very high price."
Scorpius snorted, "I've seen what you have done with this magic. The power, right there under our feet. They don't understand but we do."
Harry shivered as he looked at the man, Scorpius had no concept of the dangers of using wild magic. The way that it could only be tame, while it wanted to be. One mistake with it and it would take your life and more.
"You have no idea what you would be playing with," Harry hissed. "Everything has a price to pay!"
"Ah, Harry." Scorpius said, almost fondly. "I have seen inside your head."
"And it has sent you mad," Harry added mildly.
Scorpius's face twisted up as Harry stared at him. Softly pushing to work out what the man had done. It would have been something he himself had done at some point, for it was magic that Harry was sure wasn't of this time or the point of time that Scorpius had come from.
"Oh, Harry." Scorpius tutted and shook his head. "And you do still think of yourself as 'Harry Potter', even after all this time and all the names you have held."
"My name is Blake Sun," Harry replied, his eyes flashing as his temper was stroked.
Scorpius touched his temple and smirked.
"Not up here," The man said. "You're not."
"Ah," Harry said softly in understanding. "That's what you have done. Mind link. Probably delayed until physical touch or eye contact."
Scorpius paused and Harry smirked wider.
"You may have some of my memories, Scorpius." Harry hissed, his voice deadly. "But I am the man that lived them."
Harry glanced over and noticed the slight transparency to Kingsley's form, but Severus was solid and Harry grimaced. It looked like that he wasn't going to be the only one to pay the price, at least the vampire was far enough away in the hallway. Harry looked back at Scorpius as he clenched his jaw as he came to a decision.
"If you do this," Scorpius warned. "You will have a cell next to mine. They will not trust you again."
Harry's eyes hardened as he looked at the blonde. He gave him a cold smile as he grabbed a hold of his magic.
"A connection once formed, can be broken." Harry replied softly.
"Even in your own mind?" Scorpius whispered. "Without shattering it?"
"You forget," Harry said with a hissed. "My connection to Dark Lord Voldemort was a mind link."
Scorpius paled and Harry grinned and flared out with his magic, breaking all the connections to his mind.
xXx
Dracka dropped to the floor as the loud boom echoed in the hallway outside of Scorpius's cell. He covered his head as Blake's magic flared out and he cursed. Alarms started going off and the ringing took over his hearing as he crawled towards the room.
"Hold the hallway!" Kingsley barked
Dracka glanced over to Kingsley and the Aurors as they flooded in as he crept towards the open door. His heart sunk when he saw the damage in the room and he scrambled towards Severus slumped against the wall. The man was breathing but was out cold but otherwise wasn't in too bad a shape and he turned to the rest of the room.
His eyes widened at the damage, then his eyes fell on the limp form of Blake and his stomach dropped. He rushed across the floor to the man, he was sprawled out on his side and his skin was paper white.
"Dracka!"
Dracka looked up to Kingsley in the doorway as he let his hand rest on Blake's neck, feeling his heartbeat pulsing under his fingers and his ragged breathing. The rest of the room looked like a small bomb had gone off and he was surprised that Severus hadn't sustained worse. He could just see the blonde hair of Scorpius amongst the ruins of the bed before him.
"Medic," Dracka ordered. "See to Severus first. Get Scorpius out of here."
Kingsley nodded and started barking orders. Dracka looked back down at Blake, he could still taste the man's magic on the air. He had done this, he had flared his magic and let it explode. Knowing Severus was in the room and the thought chilled him. Doubts swum into his head as he glanced over to Severus being seen to by a medic.
Had they believed him recovered enough from what he'd gone through and he wasn't? He looked back down at the man and pushed his longer hair back from his eyes then paused. His hand froze as his eyes locked on the slight red mark on Blake's forehead and his frown deepened. He pushed the man's hair right back as he leaned close then paled. He could see a thin line of a lightning bolt on the man's forehead. He sucked in a breath as the blood drained from his face.
Coldness settled in his stomach and he snatched his hand back. It was only a faint line on his pale skin, but it was there. He glanced around quickly before pushing Blake's hair down as much as he could, made easier by the fact he hadn't been cut it for a while.
"Is he okay?" Kingsley asked softly as he knelt beside him, looking pale. "Ry collapsed in the lunch room. Did we push him too far with meeting Scorpius?"
Dracka didn't know what to say and he noticed that his hand was shaking.
"Dracka?" Kingsley whispered.
"Severus?" Dracka uttered, his eyes still locked on Blake.
"The medic said he'll be fine," Kingsley responded. "It looks like he collapsed the same as Ry and it wasn't the magic explosion."
"He must have tried to protect him," Dracka muttered, and felt better at the Auror's words.
"It looks that way," Kingsley replied. "Scorpius is a different story. His magic levels have been completely wiped, combined with a concussion, he should be out for a while."
Both men looked down at Blake as the medic hurried over. The man knelt down on the other side and Dracka growled and bared his fangs at the man and he froze with wide eyes.
"Leave him," Dracka snapped, the demon at the front of his mind and the man paled.
"Sir?" The medic stuttered.
"Leave him," Kingsley ordered.
The man nodded and rushed away and Kingsley looked over at him in question.
"Leave him here," Dracka whispered. "Get everyone out, quickly."
Kingsley nodded and moved towards his teams to hurry them along. Dracka watched as Severus and then Scorpius were stretchered out of the room until it was just Kingsley, Dracka and Blake. The Auror cast a spell in the doorway to give them privacy before stepping back to the vampire.
Dracka pushed Blake's hair off his forehead again and noticed that the red mark had faded slightly, but could still be seen. Kingsley knelt next to him with a frown. He leaned forward as he squinted before pulling back sharply with wide eyes.
"What the hell?!" Kingsley cursed.
Dracka gently ran a hand over the other man's head checking for any lumps but he was just out cold.
"My thoughts exactly," Dracka muttered. "It seems to be fading at least."
"The day that he stops shocking me is the day I'll be concerned," Kingsley muttered as he leaned close and looked the mark over. "It's the same."
"They are the same person," Dracka replied in amusement.
Kingsley just stared at the mark, which was already fading to a thin red line. More like a scratch than a scar.
"This is different," Kingsley uttered.
"Having it confirmed," Dracka replied, feeling a little faint himself.
"Yes," Kingsley agreed, as he reached forward and touched the mark. "Feels raised."
Kingsley then sat back and looked around the room as Dracka ran his thumb over the mark.
"What do we do now?" Kingsley asked.
"Kingsley?" Ry called from the other side of the man's spell
Both men looked over to the doorway and Dracka pushed Blake's hair down before Kingsley dropped the spell. It was just Ry standing there, looking pale and a little shaky. His eyes widened when he saw his father and he quickly stepped into the room as Kingsley threw up the spell behind him. Ry pulled his wand as he knelt down.
"Ry," Dracka said softly and the man looked at him with his wand half raised.
"What happened?" Ry asked, then his eyes widened as Dracka pushed Blake's hair back and he could see the thin line of the curse scar. "He severed the link with me, and from the look of Severus, he did the same with him. I would say that he broke through every link he had. So, it's a good thing he gave me his sword."
Both men stared at Ry as the man focused back on his father.
"Ry?" Dracka whispered.
"What?" Ry snapped as he turned to the vampire.
"Nothing," Dracka replied with a smirk. "I was just reminded of your father."
"Don't start," Ry grumbled with a groan.
Dracka gave the other man a leer, which Ry just raised his eyebrow at before turning back to his father. The red mark slowly faded away as Ry worked, until it was hard to pick up on his brow as colour came back to the man's face.
"Do you know why it showed up?" Kingsley asked, breaking the silence.
"It's a weak point," Ry replied evenly. "Whatever happened, Dad was attacked mentally."
"Scorpius was drugged," Kingsley pointed out.
"And all Blake did was kneel down in front of him then his magic flared out in an explosion," Dracka added. "He was only in here for a few minutes."
"To you," Ry stated as he worked. "If it was a mental connection, it could have been a lot longer."
"How do you know that?" Kingsley questioned in interest.
"When we were fighting Voldemort," Ry explained. "We went to the place in between and time stopped. It was a metal connection between Dad, a part of Voldemort's soul and myself. Like a time bubble. Time moved forward for us but froze outside of it."
"You think this was the same?" Dracka questioned.
"From his magic levels, yes." Ry answered. "He'll be out for a while."
Ry leaned forward and looked closely at his father's forehead.
"Looks like it's faded away enough," Ry remarked and ran his hand over Blake's head, messing up his hair. "We can move him now. Dracka you might want to be with Severus when he wakes up, he might panic when he doesn't feel the link with Dad."
Ry then looked around the room and whistled as he took in the damage.
"Gee," Ry said with a slight grin. "He did a number on this room. Good thing the wards are strong."
Dracka snorted and Ry gave him a grin that reminded the vampire of Blake. Kingsley just dropped the spell on the doorway with a sigh.
"And I can't get angry with him," Kingsley muttered. "Since he was the one to set this whole place up and place the wards."
Dracka and Ry gave the man matching grins and he groaned as he cast a spell to conjure a stretcher and they carefully lifted Blake onto it.
"He's still feels light," Ry said in concern. "Has he been eating?"
"When you can get him to," Dracka muttered. "He tends to forget when his mind gets focused on something."
Dracka and Ry shared a look, well aware of what Blake was like.
"Do you think Scorpius had been planning this?" Kingsley mused.
"Probably," Ry answered. "Which also makes me wonder, if he was playing up the madness to make us let our guard down. His use of magic was probably to draw Dad out."
The three men fell silent at that as they looked down at Blake. The realisation dawned on them at the same time; that they may have just walked the other man into a trap without realising it. The thought chilled Dracka to the core.