Potter's Shadow (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 63

The Burrow was quiet. Everyone except the Weasley clan and Hermione had headed back to their respective homes, which left me alone with only Ginny to share my secret with. I could tell Hermione had a suspicion that something was wrong with me. 

Ginny had headed downstairs as I moved to throw up in the bucket for the 3rd time this morning. The sickness had died down, only really inconveniencing me when I'd eaten certain foods and this morning eggs were my nemesis.

I could hear everyone putting up the marquee outside while I pulled on my flowy green dress that reached down to my mid calves. It was fitted tight to my hips, where it flared. I was making the most of the fitted clothes as long as I could, knowing I'd probably live the last few months in Harry's baggy shirts I stole. 

I made my way downstairs, following closely behind Harry and Hermione. They stood still as I leaned round them noticing Ron was following the Minister of Magic in from outside.  

"To what do we owe the pleasure, Minister?" Harry asked. Harry had never gotten on with any of the Minister's of Magic especially the current one, who tried to use Harry to make a political move in the middle of a war. 

"I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr Potter." The Minister looked oddly out of place inside the kitchen of the Burrow. 

We all moved into the living room to take a seat. Harry, Ron and Hermione filled onto the sofa, while the Minister sat on the seat directly opposite, leaving the coffee table between.

"I'll just head out," I mumbled, pointing to the door sensing this was a golden trio moment. 

"You need to stay, Miss Potter," the Minister insisted, pointing his wand a foot stool and floating it over for me to sit on. 

I couldn't dare make anymore complaints as I sunk into the stool and waited as he pulled out a leather file, placing it on the table. 

"And this is?" Harry asked the question we were all wondering in the awkward silence that had descended on the Burrow. That thought alone unnerved me because there was always noise in the Burrow. 

The Minister, purposefully reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of parchment. With a flick of his wrist it floated a small distance before unfolding itself. It was from this he read, "Here in is set forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." 

The fact that I was still sat here meant that he had left something to me but I'd never really spoken to the Headmaster. Everyone would tell you that Harry was by far his favourite student. 

"First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator. A device of my own making in the hope that, when things seem most dark it will show him the light." The Minister then retrieved the metallic oddity and passed it over to Ron. 

"Dumbledore left this for me?" Ron seemed uncertain about it all, much the same as myself. The Minister agreed with the statement while Ron fiddled with the device, under the gaze of everyone sat round the table. "Brilliant," he admonished. "What is it?" Nobody could answer him before he flicked a switch, opening it up to reveal a small ball of light, which captured the light from all the bulbs in the room. He'd barely closed it before he once again reopened the device, returning the lights. "Wicked." 

The Minister turned back to the will, "To Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard' in the hope that she find it entertaining and instructive."

He carefully passed over the book as Ron spoke up, "Mum used to read me those. The wizard and the Hopping Pot. Babbitty Rabbity and the Cackling Stump. Come on. Babbity Rabbitty, no?" We all just looked him as if he had gained a third head.