Judgement Day (Hogwarts Mystery Year 7 Retell)

Chapter 32: Haunted to the Grave.

"Trauma is a fact of life. It does not, however, have to be a life sentence." -Peter A. Levine

The 10 year old Draco Malfoy was walking down the halls. In the spam of a couple of months. There were complete strangers that were staying in his house that he wasn't even sure existed before.

First there was Trotsky. And he had been making frequent visits to Lucius Malfoy in recent years. There was also some occasional moments where he heard Trotsky silently making annoyed remarks about Rakepick. And then this year, there were a bunch of people staying at his Manor. The Gallic were the first to arrive. And from the looks of things. Stone buildings were the last thing they expected to see. And then came the Norse. And Sigurd who was drinking all the ale down. And speaking of the Devil.

"Hey, Malfoy! You seen my Drinking Horn?" Sigurd asked.

"You left it on the roof... again." Malfoy answered annoyed.

"Odin is a Giant man!" Sigurd yelled.

"Please get him out of here." Draco thought out loud. But at least Sigurd was somewhat of a tolerable nut job. Especially compared to Derek Slayton. An American Gangster that Trotsky had brought in along with some of Slayton's Gangsters. And what they were doing with some fighting pits.

Draco was walking through the halls around the manor. That was when he saw Slayton and it looked like he was brewing something. He carried a vial of Xeep's Strengthening Solution. While he was apparently contacting someone on his wand. "What do you mean? You start with the knuckles. Clearly sends a message. And if the poor sap hasn't broken, you fill your shoes with cement. It's common sense."

Draco started to leave. "Ah, Little Drakey." Too late. Slayton noticed him. Draco walked inside. 

"I can come back later." Draco said.

"No need." Slayton replied. "I was just telling an associate the proper use of mugging Mud Bloods. You know how it is. Those filthy little disgusting creatures."

"Right." Draco agreed. Even though he heard from Ethan Bauer that it was a bad word Mud Bloods. But he decided to change the subject. "What are you doing?"

"Just performing some potion experiments." Slayton answered looking at the vial. "Look at this, kid. Alters and fogs up your memory completely. Divas... don't you just hate em? That's why I work in the underground."  

"So get rid of the vial." Draco suggested.

"But then again... perhaps Xeep's solution might not be so worthless to us after all." Slayton continued. He then stared at the vial. "Alters memories..." He then looked at a sample of his Red Dust. "...I wonder." He then poured some of the Red Dust into Xeep's Strengthening Solution.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked confused.

"I'm going to try some experiments. And you're going to join me." Slayton answered.

"Mr. Slayton?" Draco asked.

Slayton escorted Draco outside of the manor to an Avenue of Creature Cages. With creatures all snapping wanting to get out. "Um, what are we doing?" Draco asked.

"I have a theory. If I can alter the memories of creatures. Perhaps I can get them for perfect obedience. Xeep's Vials will fog and alter their memories. And with my Red Dust... then perhaps I can get them to be perfectly obedient to us." Slayton answered.

It seemed a little crazy to Draco. "A whole pack of obedient creatures?"

"Only one way to find out. We shall test it on the Hippogriff." Slayton replied.