Chapter Twenty-Four - Reaction
Draco,
Sorry it's taken me so long to reply. A small inconvenience took place. I can't tell you very much, and I am probably being crazy even writing about this to you. We are on opposite sides for freaking sake!
It's just that I am with Padfoot now. Kind of ran away. No worries. Dumbledore told me to stay put but it took me a bit too long when my uncle found his way in my room. And well... can't blame a guy for being angry after seeing his son so messed up. Dementors don't take kindly to spoiled rotten muggles apparently. So, brilliant as I am, I took my never unpacked suitcase and ran out. Snape was right pissed when he found me. Let's just hope it was worth it and his petty will spare me of him destroying my potions next year! He fixed as much as he could, and he apparated me to Padfoot afterwards. Honestly, couldn't you have told me about apparating?! How brilliant it is! After all of this is over, I am going to apparate myself through the whole world and finally see places, and see the other wizarding countries. Perhaps you can visit me in France? I will try that crazy tea of yours.
Anyways. I am finally able to get out of bed again. Meaning I can once again pester you with my daily midnight letter. The nightmares will hopefully lessen, so don't you dare take my tea time away from me!
I am now going to leave you, for I want to make a treacle tart since I miss it so much! Any ideas on the recipe since you are from a magical family? All I know is the muggle way, and I feel like it's never as good/magical as the one from Hogwarts...
Hope you are well,
Harry
P.s. You have my permission to treat Hedwig like a right king! He's been through a lot and I don't have any treats here.
Scarhead, Golden Boy, Chosen One (That's new!),
It pleases me to hear you are with your so-called friend.
I'm starting to feel your family sucks as much as mine. You must tell me more about this family dynamic of yours. I might know much about the Potter family and its history, but this muggle family seems much more interesting yet unfortunately much more awful too. I understand if you do not wish to discuss this further. Mother says it is rude to pry. I never thought so, prying is what brings you information, and obviously, information is power.
I should hope my godfather does not safe your sorry arse in potions. He recognizes true brilliancy (in me of course) and therefore also true incompetence. You are horrible in potions and should be treated as such, as should I be treated as a genius. Hopefully, these things never change.
Merlin, of course you do not know about apparating, yet it is not as special as you make it sound. You go from one place to another. How do muggles do this then? Do not tell me they are unable to move around the world. What a peasant life one must lead when you are unable to visit France in the summer, and Italy in the winter. The cold one must endure, the boring life to stay in ones Manor. Maybe it serves them right, to live such boring lives. Do inform me of this.
I assume you come visit me in France, and not I you. We have several Manors throughout France, but my favourite lies between vineyards and hills stretching out into the horizon. It really is quite picturesque. Or you could visit our Paris townhouse, a bit on the smaller side, but right next to the Eiffel Tower. You should see it shining in the night. It almost limits my beauty sleep. Almost.
Glad to see you will never think with your brains, some things never change. I am getting quite agitated with your side remarks about nightmares and family relations. Maybe you should tell me about that in person one day, as it seems too sensitive to mention this in a letter. I should await an invitation.
With glad regards,
Malfoy
Postscriptum. There is no 'crazy' tea of mine. All my teas are sophisticated and well chosen.
Post Postscriptum. I have included you the Black family recipe of our treacle tart. It's ancient, and the Blacks are not known for their mugle loving food, so it is probably highly magical indeed. I was only taught to the females of the Black family, strange right? Mother makes it sometimes, she doesn't care that I know. It is better than the one from Hogwarts for sure. I sadly have never taken up the skill of cooking, so hopefully you can enjoy it for my sake.
Post Post Postscriptum. Hedwig will never want to live with you again after my care for her. Do not worry. She is perfectly fine.