𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 | "I do very bad things
and I do them very well."
﹙like a star in the daylight, unseen but burning bright. ﹚
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 the class of nineteen seventy seven watch eight movies about their future...
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 Potters leaned slightly closer in interest seeing their family name before glancing at each others skeptically.
Adrasteia Black and Harry Potter : The Philosopher's Stone
The screen flickered showing a dark haired man with striking blue eyes apparating a few yards apart in the narrow moonlight lane, his hair slightly disheveled and a black mask covering his pale face.
While many tilted their heads in confusion, a few recognized the figure and immediately glanced at the suspected boy
The said boy being abolsutely oblivious to the alarmed looks his friends and brother were giving him.
He breathed out softly before looking up and turning right, into a wide driveway that led off the lane. The high hedge curved with him, running off into the distance beyond the pair of impressive wrought-iron gates barring his way. He glanced at the front yard where a pure-white peacock was sturring majestically along the top of the hedge.
"Looks like someone, doesn't it Lucius?" Rabastan mocked only to be shot a deadly glare by the said boy.
A handsome manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the diamond-paned downstairs windows. Somewhere in the dark garden beyond the hedge a fountain was playing.
"Malfoy Manor." A fifth year Slytherin muttered but was heard loud and clear making some shift uncomfortably.
The Malfoys glanced at each other knowing it was true but said nothing instead had a curious gleam in their distinctive pale grey eyes.
Taking in a deep breath, he walked in the manor, his sapphire blue eyes warily glancing around. The hallway was large, dimly lit, and sumptuously decorated, with a magnificient carpet covering most of the stone floor.
The drawing room was full of silent people, sitting at a long and ornate table. Illumination came from a roaring fire beneath a handsome marble mantel piece surmounted by a gilded mirror.
"It looks like one of those haunted manors." Alice Fortescue mused with a slight terrified expression, her boyfriend, Frank Longbottom gripping her hands in comfort.
The man lingered on the threshold before adjusting to the dimly lit room, the camera zooming towards Rodolphus Lestrange -
"So it is Rabastan, I was right." Regulus commented while nodding along.
Rabastan's eyes going wide as he looked at his movie counter-part and then his friends in horror before letting out a small cheer. ("I am in a movie! It's me!")
