Misguided Ghosts
I'm just one of those ghosts
Traveling endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact they follow me
And we just go in circles
Draco
5/3/10
3:27 p.m.
After Jenny had taken the potion, I had to leave. It was just the way she looked—the potion made her barely breathe, yet she was fast asleep. I couldn't stand it; I was tired of being helpless when it came to keeping her safe. When I left, Tonks and Lupin were contacting the Order and of course, the Weasleys. Knowing that the golden trio would show up only gave me more of an incentive to leave. Plus, I hadn't talked to my parents since after the transformation, when I told them I needed to see Jenny, and I needed to see her now. They had let me go, thankfully, but I still needed to reconnect with them. I knew that they were devastated that I had been bitten, almost more so than I was. They were still in hiding, waiting for the truth about the Malfoy's to reveal itself within Jenny's trial. I Apparated to Shell Cottage first, then to Malfoy Manor. As soon as I walked in the door, mother had me captured in a hug. "Oh, Draco, you're home!" she was close to sobbing, so I cautiously steered her to the living room by memory, surprised to see that the Manor had been restored.
"Yes, for now." I said, and perhaps that rigid of an answer made her regain her composure.
"How is the poor thing doing?" she asked, dabbing politely at her eyes, then sitting up straight. I hesitated, and in that moment, Father walked in. He gave me the usual 'Malfoy man hug' then sat next to mother. I hesitated a moment more, and Mother whispered something into Father's ear. Unwillingly, I told them everything, from the moment she was admitted up until I left.
"That's outrageous, using that strong of a potion on an innocent girl." Father said stiffly, his hand turning to a fist on his knee.
"And how long will she be asleep, do you think?" Mother asked.
"At least four days. I didn't see how much she actually drank." I said flatly, and my parents frowned at each other.
"But, son, how are you?" Father pressed, and I raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"How do you feel? Now that you are a werewolf?" He elaborated, and I sighed. Of course they wanted to know. They wanted to know if my personality had changed.
"I'm still tired, but I transformed with no problems." I answered, and Mother beamed.
"Excellent. Well, I insist that you at least eat and shower before you leave us again. I know that Jenny is important to you, but you must take care of yourself." She said firmly. So I did what she asked, and before I could leave, Mother pressed a bouquet of flowers into my hand, presumably for Jenny. I Apparated, then hurried to Jenny's room. The door was ajar, and I paused in the doorway.
A huge hulking man was talking quietly and dangerously to Lupin, who was the only person in the room besides George, who was taller than him. The Weasley's and members of the Order were standing behind the man, looking furious. Jenny, of course, was still sleeping. "It's not that difficult, Mr. Lupin. It's not like you have a choice."
"What is going on here?" I asked as chillingly and frostily as I could muster, and thanks to being raised in a Malfoy family, it worked, my voice came out like ice. The giant man turned his bulk around, and bared his teeth at me in a weak attempt at a smile. His face was huge and wide, with almost four chins holding it up. He was repulsive.
"This must be Mr. Draco Malfoy. Archibald Bollig, Prosecuting Attorney in the Quinty Case." He held out a hand for me to shake, but I ignored it.
"What is going on here?" I repeated curtly, folding my arms, making his eyes flash down to the flowers in hand, and he smirked.
"I'm sure you were aware that as the prosecuting attorney, I need to gather evidence. Everyone here falls under that category, including you."
"We do have the right to refuse. Unless you have a court order from the Wizengamot-"
"Which I do." He said smugly, reaching inside his huge jacket and pulling out a packet of papers, flicking them open with a smack. My blood turned icy as he read, "By order of the Wizengamot, all family members and friends of Jennifer Lillian Quinty, the defendant, must provide evidence for the Prosecuting Attorney, Mr. Archibald Bollig." He tucked the papers away again, his smirk getting wider, if possible. "Oh, and according to this order, I can collect evidence from Quinty as well."
"That's impossible, considering you made sure she's in a drug induced sleep until right up to the trial." I snapped, and he actually chuckled, breaking the ice in my veins and replacing it with fire.
"There are ways, Malfoy, there are ways. However, I'm glad you arrived, because I need to speak with you first. Now." He lost his somewhat agreeable manner instantly; his eyes suddenly rock hard, his tone like stone.
I walked past him, and conjured a vase, putting the flowers in it, then conjured a chair and sat next to Jenny. "Well then talk. Anything you need to say to me, you can say to everyone." His face turned ugly, and behind his back, Lupin gave me a tiny smile.
"I thought you would understand this as well, Malfoy. This is an ongoing investigation, and your answers and my questions are confidential. You must come with me now." I glared at him for a moment, then stood up swiftly, imagining myself ripping his flabby face off as I followed him out the door. He walked us down the hallway, and just at the end, we nearly ran into Dawlish. He looked like he had been running, and scowled when he saw Bollig, then it deepened when he saw me behind him.
"Starting already, Bollig?" He asked aggressively, stopping instead of letting us pass.
"I have a job to do, Dawlish. Now if you'd excuse me." He said clearly, making a nurse look up at her station. Dawlish scowled deeper, then stepped to the side to let us pass. I knew he was looking at me, but I looked straight ahead, following Bollig to an empty hospital room. As I stepped inside, Bollig closed the door and sat down on the other side of a desk. The room was brightly lit, and only consisted of the desk, one giant chair for Bollig, then a normal chair for me. "Sit, Malfoy." Bollig demanded, so I sat, looking at him frostily as he took me in. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, Malfoy. You can give me memories willingly to be checked for their validity, or you can be questioned using Veritasereum."
"What memories do you need?" I asked curtly.
"Everything. From the very beginning. I want the whole ugly story." He chuckled again as he pulled out a Pensive from under the desk, setting it in front of me. After glaring at him for one more minute, I withdrew my wand and placed it to my temple…
Lupin
5/3/10
4:25 p.m.
"This is…" Mrs. Weasley couldn't even finish her sentence she was so angry.
"I just hope Draco gives him a run for his money." Tonks said bitterly, crossing back over to the chair Draco had conjured and falling into it.
"Has he gotten to any of you? Anyone else?" Dawlish looked winded as he suddenly appeared in the doorway, scowling.
"He tried," Mrs. Weasley said with satisfaction, and Dawlish sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Unfortunately, you all have to give him answers, I just checked with the Chief Wizengamot. There's nothing I can do, and there is nothing you can do. If you interfere, I have to remove all of your testimony from my evidence, which would kill our case. I'm sorry."