ALL THAT IS BROKEN CAN BE FIXED
Hi :) ok here's the next chapter... Still getting the context into the story so sorry if this chapter moves quite quickly!
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-DRACO-
Draco stood on the platform of 9 and three quarters waiting. He wore a new, black suit with a black shirt and a dark green tie. The dark colours only made his skin look whiter. He was dreading the moment he would have to speak to Harry having not seen him in so long but Harry might have been the only one that would understand him.
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He had been in hiding with his parents for 8 and a half months in a secret house in Scotland. No other magical family knew about it and the derelict landscape would tire even a dementor in search.
His parents had wished to stay for a year but Draco couldn't stand it any longer. The dark lord was dead. And many of his followers were dead along with him or had fled. Most of the dementors were back under the control of the Ministry and had been sent back to Azkaban.
Through the little outside knowledge, he understood that the reparation project to repair Hogwarts was under way and, in the meantime, professor Mogonagol was taking charge of the school.
A week ago a small black owl flew through the barriers of their safe house (it must have been magical) and dropped a small letter on the Malfoy doorstep. Since their isolation no animals, let alone mail had come even close to their home. It read:
Mr Draco Malfoy,
As I am sure you know, the war left disastrous effects on Hogwarts school and the staff numbers have dramatically fallen because many fear to return (the guilt bubbled up inside Draco as though this was a painful reminder of what he had caused). We are here by inviting talented, previous students to fill these spaces whilst new job seekers are found.
Your dedication to the Slytherin house and connection with Professor Severus Snape has guided our decision to invite you to teach Potions to the 1st and 2nd years at the school (his eyes widened in disbelief).
If you accept this decision your work will begin at the beginning of the school year,
Many kind regards,
Professor Mogonagol
Draco read the letter over three or four times in disbelief. Despite his actions the school still trusted him and he would be safe within Hogwarts! He immediately attached two letters to the owl; one to the school and one to Harry.
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Harry stood in front of Draco's glazed eyes and sighed, "am I invisible to everyone?" He thought. He waved his hand infront of Draco's face the same way he had to Ron until his eyes focused.
"Oh, Potter. I didn't see you there." Draco growled trying to still sound his usual, dark self. His voice was deep and hollow but his eyebrows were tensed making his pale silver eyes look worried and afraid.
"So..." Harry started awkwardly, hoping this introduction wouldn't have been so... Well... Awkward. "How was your journey here?"
Draco had dissaperated here a few minutes ago and laughed at Harry's muggle conversation starter.
Harry forced a fake laugh before noticing that Malfoy had no luggage with him and tried to ask whether he had forgotten it. Unfortunately Draco's eyes had glazed over once again focussing on what looked like something just left of Harry's head.
"Draco!" Harry said loudly.
"What is it Potter?" The faint haze in his eyes focussing on Harry's bright green eyes, he hadn't seen them in so long.
"Have you seen Ron lately?"
"Weasley? Why should I have had?"
"Just worried that he might have hit you with one of his own spells" Harry explained chuckling to himself.
At that the train rolled into the station with huge bellows of smoke rising from it and leaving a smog in the air. Draco stood up with dignity and walked through the door opposite to him. Harry hurled his small amount of luggage in a followed him.
They found an empty carriage and both sat by the windows facing each other. "Hah. Weasley." Malfoy chuckled to himself.
Harry followed his gaze to a small, ginger head of hair bouncing its way through the crowds of first years. Out of the crowd emerged a flustered Ron, his hair blown back and his vein revealed. Harry subconsciously felt his forehead in fear that he too was gaining one...
Ron banged on the window beaming at the two men before hopping on the train and entering their carriage. "Harry! Malfoy! Mind if I sit with you?"
A small grunt from Draco was all Ron needed to plonk himself heavily down in the seat next to Harry before staring at Malfoy.
"So... Um... Ron? Why are you here?" Harry began awkwardly, slightly disappointed that he was not going to be able to catch up with Malfoy.
"My father sent a letter to Professor Mogonagol who agreed that I could work in Filch's place because he had to go someplace else to get Mrs Norris sorted out and I thought that seeing as everyone else was going I could come along too and it would be like it used to be!" Ron blurted as one long, quick sentence without taking a breath before breaking into a deep pant-like sigh when he had finished.
Harry's eyes widened and Draco rubbed his forehead in the overdose of information that they had just been given. Draco too was disappointed that he would now not be able to speak with Harry as the train departed.
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After a slow, long and painful journey the three men arrived at Hogwarts. Having hurled his luggage carelessly onto one of the high shelves Harry was having great difficulty getting them down. He grasped the air as he jumped but could not reach the shelves.
Malfoy retracted his wand from his pocket as an indication for assistance. Before Harry could respond Ron had yanked his own wand out of his pockets, "don't worry harry, I'll get it down for you... Accio suitcase!" He said loudly pointing his crooked wand upwards.
The three men stood and waited but nothing happened. Ron shook his wand in frustration causing the Sellotape to snap and the top half of his wand to fly off and bounce around the carriage. Harry and Draco laughed openly at Ron's failure before Draco summoned the suitcase down wordlessly.
The blonde and the brunette walked off the train together laughing and talking casually like old friends leaving Ron on his hands and knees shuffling round the floor for the other half of his wand. He held the two pieces in each of his hands and cursed them under his breath.
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Alone, Ron walked into Hogsmede in search for a wand repairs but at this hour very little was open. He walked solemnly through the streets with his shoulders slumped forwards and the halves of his wand in each of his hands. He was about to give up his search when from a dark ally way to his left came a voice:
"Psst... Boy. I can help you" came the voice from the darkness.
"Oh I highly doubt that..." Ron huffed sarcastically and not caring who it might be.
At that a short, bald and dirty man emerged from the darkness. He wore no shoes and his clothes were ragged and torn. In some ways Ron liked the misfortune of this man because he finally felt superior to somebody.
"What is it you want most Mr Weasley?" The man grunted.
Ron didn't respond the fact that the stranger knew his name and whined, "I just want to be recognised next to Potter. He is so powerful and respected and I have just turned into a joke".
The man listened, and grunted "Hand me your wand" with both hands outstretched.
Ron placed the halves in each of the man's hands with an unexpecting sigh.
The man held the cracks in the wood together tightly and began to whisper a spell under his breath. Slowly the splinters of wood began to glow a bright green-blue causing Ron's eyes to bulge in awe. Thin, root like fibres began to extend from each of the halves and link together.
The man was fixed in concentration as the wand slowly was joined. Ron's mouth was wide open and eyebrows were raised, counteracting the usual frown. The blue fibres began to settle onto the wood and dye down in colour and glow.
The stranger sighed as his shoulders relaxed and he held the wand in his palms. As though it had never been snapped, the wand was in perfect condition and Ron took it from the old man, holding it close to his eyes.
"Good luck Mr Weasley" the man said mysteriously as he turned to walk back down the ally.
"Wait!" Ron shouted after him, "how... But... I..." He jittered, not knowing what to say, "can any wand be fixed in this way?"
"Anything, Mr Weasley, that is broken can be fixed" the stranger turned and said before walking quickly away.
Ron stood there staring into the darkness, absorbing what he had just heard. Anything? Any wand? Maybe, just maybe, he did have a chance of power like he had always dreamed...
A/N thanks again for reading the chapter- the next one should start revealing the title a bit more. Please review and share!
-HpAwesome2143