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Author's Note: Hmmm no one has been able to get the Sir Pounce A Lot reference yet. Maybe I need to up the ammo. The first person who gets it will...um...lets see...oh I know! I will answer one question from the first person who gets it right. I will answer in as much detail as I can (with in reason) and I will give you a clue...its from a video game ; ) I understand that most kids don't go through puberty until that are 11 or so but I stared getting breasts when I was eight so I would have started when I was seven or so please don't judge solely on that. The confusing bits will be understandable in time.
"Oh I'm sorry Erick I didn't see you walk into the room." I gave a gust of air and fell on top of him making him fall backwards on the sofa.
"Hay, I love you and all but you were a lot smaller last time I was your jungle-Jim and now you're kinda heavy." He gave a laugh and I glared at him.
"I thought you were having a seizure." I grumbled. Pop frowned and I could practically feel his concerning stair.
"I'm sorry about that but I was just reading with my music. I didn't mean to frighten you." Pop's hand came up to rub the back of my head. I took a deep breath and tried to cool down. Dame that was scary. I nearly had a heart attack.
"So, why were you coming to see me? Was it about cocoa night because if it is we will be having it after supper. Your father will be there too." I smile, Pop cares so much about cocoa night. We just talk and yet he can't go a week without it.
"No its not about cocoa night Pop. I have something for you." Pop looks at me with surprise.
"Oh! Why are you giving me something?" Pop's eyes glinted at me. He loves surprises. On my birthday, I think he enjoys the unwrapping more than I do!
"Its not a gift Pop, sorry." I see his face drop for a moment before he shrugs it off. I reach into my back pocket and grab the blue piece of paper.
"Here it is. Um...just promise that you wont freak out when you read it...OK." I passed it to him after he swore on his life that he wouldn't freak.
He broke his promise.
Well parent-teacher day wasn't so bad. OK so that was a lie. After Pop had finished yelling for Dad to come down stairs and see the newsletter and after Dad finished explaining. Our cocoa night turned into a 'What are we going to do! Their going to think I'm a rapist again!' for Pop and a 'Its OK. Everything is going to be fine. They're not going to think your a rapist again' night for Dad. I just sat there and tried to look supportive.
When they finally got to go to parent-teacher day it went off with out a hitch. Well...until English class. When they came home, by the looks on there faces I knew something must have happened. Dad yelled at me for half a hour and than Pop asked me what the reason was that I failed my English test, and if anything was going on at school that he should know about. I think they were trying the good-cop bad-cop routine. And let me tell you...it works!
But that was three weeks ago. Now, nothing really big had happened recently so that means that whatever god up there decided it was a good time to mess with my life.
I waked into the kitchen from my room. It was Saturday so Pop wasn't busy and Dad was at the office doing some paperwork. Pop smiled at me from the island.
"I'm going to be making some chicken Caesar salad and sandwiches for lunch. Would you like some?" I thought about it for maybe a millisecond before answering.
"Ya that would be nice Pop." We talked as he made his lunch and I ate. I started rambling on about my numbskull of a Healthy Living teacher and how he doesn't know what the hell hes talking about. But than I stopped when I noticed that Pop wasn't acknowledging me any more. I looked over and see that he is staring off into space...
Blinking!
I ran over and grabbed the phone to call Dad's work cell.
"Come on, come on Dad pick up." I was jumping up and down with panic. I glanced over at Pop to see that he was still blinking. That was good...well in its own way. At least he wasn't freaking yet.
"Mr. Harry Potter-Malfoy speaking." Dad's voice answered.
"Dad! Thank god you you picked up." I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Erick? What is it I'm in an important meeting." I could tell he was frustrated.
"Its Pop, Dad, he's having a seizure." The other end went dead silent.
"Dad? Are you the-" Than there was a huge bang that filled the house and Dad appeared out of the blue in front of me. I'm not joking, he appeared out of nowhere! I wont even try to cover up my reaction.
I screamed like a girl.
Dad covered my mouth whit his hand to keep me quiet. He started trying to talk to me but I couldn't hear him. He repeated himself multiple time until I had stopped panicking enough that I understood him.
"I'll explain all of this after we help your Pop. Erick, do you understand me? I'll explain all soon." I slowly nodded as he took his hand away from my mouth. "Good, now run to our bedroom and grab these things. A pillow, a blanket, the note book beside our bed, on the side table and the pen that goes with it. OK?" I nodded again and ran off.
When I got back Dad was standing beside Pop. "Great job son, now put the pillow and everything else on the coffee table and than come over here." I did so and came back.
"Now help me get him onto the sofa, alright?" I didn't know if he was meaning if I understood or if I was still freaking out. We struggled to pick him up and get him to the sofa. When we finally laid him down his seizure was almost over. Dad put the pillow under his head and the blanket over top. I than passed him the note book and pen. I wasn't shaking when I passed it to him but inside I was like a leaf. I mean my Dad just teleported into my kitchen. If it wasn't for Pop, I would have forested him to enplane the second he pop in.
Dad crouched down beside Pop and stroked his blond hair. Pop's blinking had started to slow before it stopped rather suddenly and he shot up off the sofa. He was breathing hard and started to panic until he sow Dad.
"Shhhh its alright Draco everything is going to be OK. Your safe now." Dad has Pop by the shoulders and is trying to force him bake down but Pop wont budge.
"Where is he? Is he OK? Where is my baby?" Pop has tears running down his face as he screams. I step forward so Pop can see me.
"Hi Poppa." I lifted my hand and waved a little to him. His arms were shaking as he lifted them up and invited me in for a hug. I rushed forward and grabbed his. If it had been another day I might have complained about being squished to death but right then I couldn't care less. Pop rubbed my back and whispered in my ear.
"Your safe, your safe, oh thank god your safe."I sow Dad out of the corner of my eye stand up and crawled onto the sofa with the notebook in tow. He scooted up behind Pop and pulled him flush agents his chest. I sat in Pop's lap and cuddled him from the front.
"Draco." Dad whispered "I need you to tell me what you sow in you vision." I jerked up to look at him and mouthed 'vision' to him. He just raised his hand like a stop sine at me and I knew it wasn't up for discussion until later along with the teleporting thing. Pop swallowed before replying.
"I-I sow a man. No two men. They had metal masks on and were grabbing children. Oh god the children!" Pop closed his eyes and raised his hand to his mouth.
"Draco just try to focus on what you sow, alright?" Pop nodded before continuing.
"Parents where dead, woman raped some of the men were too. All missing their heads and their..." Pop stopped and hugged me tighter wail Dad cradled Pop more. "faces" Pop whispered before starting to sob. Dad rubbed his back some as he spoke.
"Draco I know its horrible to remember but can you say what any of them looked like." I jumped up and glared at Dad before I started yelling at him.
"Would you just give him a brake! He needs to recover first!" Dad looked at me with a face of stone.
"I don't like it ether but we need to do it this way otherwise he will forget somethings. Now sit down and help me comfort him!" I fell down as fast as led. I crawled back into Pop's lap and circled my arms around him.
"Go on Draco" Pop gave a sniff.
"There were ten people in total not counting the people with the masks. Three families, one middle-eastern, one had all blond hair and one was a African family. There were four children, three of them had blond hair the other was black." Pop gave a hick-up and held Dad's hand in a death grip. Dad placed his cheek on top of Pop head.
"Do you know were any of them were? If you do I promise I will ask no more question." Pop nodded.
"They were in England."
AN: Can anyone guess were this is going?