Drarry O'Clock- Part 1

23: Lucius Malfoy

I mark the hours, every one, Nor have I yet outrun the Sun. My use and value, unto you, Are gauged by what you have to do.

Snow-white hair bobbed up reflecting on the mirror. It was not the mirror that he was fascinated by. It was not the mirror that was the reason for him to be crouched in the dark shop in Knockturn Alley.

He took what he needed and brought it to the creepy man, who had a hood down nearly covering his eyes.

"Here is the price. Skull of a hippogriff, priced at twelve thousand galleons. I can give it to you for deposit. I can send you the full amount of galleons by tomorrow."

"Okay," said the man looking suspicious as always. Lucius gulped slightly and nodded.

His hands plastered on his pocket and he hurried out of the shop, trying not to reveal his worst intentions.

When he thought nobody saw him, he disapparated.

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Draco, eight years old, combed his hair carefully. His guest, The Dementor Tamer as he liked to be called, sucked on his thumb, waiting.

"That's disgusting," said Draco matter-of-factly, "I'm bored today, so you better have something funner to show than what we did last time."

Draco remembered how the boy only wanted to torture frogs and curse tadpoles to grow into mushroom shapes. That frightened him more than he wished to admit.

"Follow me."

Expecting the worst, Draco followed the boy keeping a distance behind him.

"Prepare your wand," commanded the Dementor Tamer. Draco fumbled with his 'borrowed' wand.

"Have you ever conjured a Patronus?"

"No!" Said Draco a deep gut wrenching feeling making him feel like choking. He tugged harshly at the 'Dementor Tamer''s sleeve.

"Let go off me!" Said the Dementor Tamer angrily. Draco tried pulling him but instead he just got shoved on the floor.

Draco realised that he had annoyed the Dementor Tamer. The other boy knelt close to Draco's hurt figure and with a distasteful look on his eyes, said, "Sit there, weakling."

Draco watched the other boy say spells over and over, little beads of sweat erupting on his face from the effort of repeating the spell. Out of his wand, little dashes of magic burst out.

Draco suddenly felt cold and then saw the creature he had read about so often in books. He gaped as the Dementor Tamer magically conjured a tiny snake. The snake slithered up to the darkness. Draco heard a low hissing sound and the sounds of fangs clanking, then the Dementor cowered.

The Dementor Tamer smiled darkly. He flicked open a box and looked inside. Out of his pocket, he held out a device which Draco immediately recognised, but couldn't believe his eyes.

"How did you get a handle on one of those?" Draco wondered aloud.

"I have my own ways. And it looks like your father has his own."

Draco got up and saw the contents of the box was a seemingly identical Time Turner."

"Your father have spent a fortune. But, he doesn't even know how unique this one is. He won't ever know the difference, I bet."

Draco saw the boy slowly lift that Time Turner out of its box.

"Do you know what a scapegoat is?"

The moment he lifted the Time Turner completely, a loud alarm noise went off.

"Kreecher will be our scapegoat today," the Dementor Tamer chuckled, and Draco finally noticed Kreecher stumbling out of a room. His ropes came loose with a flick of the Dementor Tamer's wand.