Blood Ties Chapter 3
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"Gryffindor, Gryffindor!" thought Scorpius angrily to himself as he approached the Gryffindor common room. How could he let down his family! What would his father say? Scorpius shuddered at the thought. He was wondering if he should put off telling his father or just get it over with. He looked to his left. Albus Potter seemed to be giddy with excitement as he saw the Fat Lady's portrait swing open. Scorpius scowled. He was jealous that Albus' father would be overwhelmed with pride, while his own would not bother to hold back his shame.
"Damn," he thought quietly.
The new students eventually went to bed. Scorpius was still awake hours later, hating himself for failing, angry at his father for putting so much pressure on him, and Scorpius also felt contempt for Albus Potter. He was not aware that the next day early in the morning, Albus' father, and his own would meet for coffee. He was also not aware that at that moment twelve former Death Eaters had escaped from Azkaban Prison.
The Following Day: Café
"The twelve Death Eaters that escaped included Rudolphe LeStrange and anyone within his general area," explained Draco Malfoy, as Harry, sat quietly, sipping his drink, "They gathered with some other surviving Death Eaters that managed to avoid imprisonment, and a call was sent out to all those who were thought to be loyal to Voldemort. That includes my father and myself."
Harry was confused as to why Malfoy was telling, Harry was already aware of all these things. It was his job to know.
"Malfoy, he began, "er, Draco I mean, I already knew these things, why are you telling me again? I don't suppose you'd actually join them now."
"Of course I wouldn't join them," said Draco in a matter-of-fact voice that surpised Harry, "It would be difficult if I wanted to. Some of them have suspicious of my family ever since the night you defeated Voldemort. I don't want to join them, but I can tell they're getting dangerous. Word spreads fast and my family hasn't been completely cut off from the Death Eaters yet. I know that if I do return to them they will shun me at first. Perhaps even attack me. But I'm willing to do that. See, Potter, I'm willing to be your spy."
Harry gagged on his latte when he heard this. Draco Malfoy a spy for the Auror department at the Ministry!
"Draco your family's done so much since the day Voldemort died."
"Only because you made us," said Draco, "one thousand hours of community service is a lot better than Azkaban. Our sentence would've been twice as long if you hadn't spoken for me at the hearing."
Harry knew that Draco was still bitter about his sentence, it was true that his family had to do one thousand hours of community service, but that wasn't all. Until they were finished with their service, they were stripped of both their home and fortune and forced to live in an apartment while their home was used as a temporary station for freed house elves and orphans. Harry chuckled silently at seeing how much this had humbled Malfoy. Eventually after several years their service was complete and they were given back their mansion along with half of their original fortune. The rest had gone to finding a new house elf home/orphanage as well as some other charities.
"Now I'm offering you my help. Do you want it?"
"Sure Draco, with this break out we'll need all the help we can get I suppose."
It took Harry a few more seconds to truly understand what Draco Malfoy was offering.
"And Draco, I really appreciate this."
Draco half grinned and proceeded to explain what he had discovered to Harry.
Hogwarts
Breakfast was finishing up at Hogwarts. The mail had come and gone and Rose had written to her parents, explaining how she was chosen for Ravenclaw and begging her father not to be angry. She had wondered whether or not to put this off or to just get it over with.
Albus, on the other hand was more than excited to speak to his parents. He noticed that his schedule for the day was empty in the next hour so he decided to go to his dormitory and contact his father using the mirror he had received. The other first year Gryffindors had a free period too so they all went back to the common room for a short break before starting their education.
No sooner did Albus reach his trunk, that he noticed that Scorpius Malfoy was still in his bed, sitting up and rubbing his head.
"What's wrong Scorpius?" asked Albus.
"I'm in Gryffindor, what will my father say? I bet he'll send me a howler or not let me come home for Christmas."
Albus sighed.
"Your dad won't do that, from what my dad said, your family cares a lot about their own children, and besides, its not really your fault."
Scorpius just scowled.
Albus was getting a bit annoyed that Scorpius was making such a big deal out of this.
"Whatever, I'm telling my dad I'm in Gryffindor."
And with that he got the two way mirror out of his trunk and tried to contact his father. It took a moment or two before he saw his father's face in the glass.
"Albus! How are you? How was your first night? Is everything alright? How's Rose?"
Albus chuckled, "I'm fine dad, and so is Rose. Dad I have to tell you, I'm in Gryffindor!"
"That's great son!" exclaimed Harry. Albus could see his father grinning through the glass. "I'll have to tell your mother when I get home."
"Wait, where are you now?" asked Albus wondering where his father had gone so early this morning even though his job started in an hour.
"I'm talking to an old friend, well kind of. Draco Malfoy."
"Really?" asked Albus, "I'm here with Scorpius right now. Maybe he wants to talk to his dad."
Albus glanced over to see Scorpius signaling that he wanted no such thing, but Albus grinned, it was too late, Draco's face had appeared in the mirror.
Scorpius was furious with Albus, but he managed to hide that when the mirror was handed to him.
"Hello father," he said coolly.
"Ahh Scorpius my son, how are things going?" asked Draco.
"Er- ok I suppose."
"Good enough. I trust you were placed in the same house as all your ancestors?"
There was a long pause before Scorpius spoke.
"No, dad I um, I was placed in Gryffindor."
