Resorted

Chapter Seventy-Three

This story is such a mess xD. I definitely need to go through it at some point... It's been a year, what!?!? I'm so fucking sorry

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"Hello, mother." Draco closed the door behind him to the temporary-Headmistress's office.

Floating, in the centre of the room, was none other than Narcissa Malfoy. Not living, not breathing, but present.

"Draco." She greeted, bowing her ghostly head to him. He took a seat. "Headmistress McGonagall had allowed us an hour to ourselves." He didn't say anything: he nodded.

"What would you like to know?" She asked.

Draco folded one leg over the other, sitting upright and crossing his arms. "I think I'll leave you to do all the talking."

"Yes... well," She started, thinking of how to phrase her next paragraph. "Ginevra Weasley, she ran away." 

Draco knew he was a selfish person, he knew he was mean, vindictive, cruel, self-absorbed, hubristic and selfish. But he earnt the right here, "So you decided to... to sacrifice yourself for some Weasley?"

"It was more than that, Dragon." Hearing that name from Narcissa's mouth turned it sour for everyone else to use.

Narcissa carried on explaining in her normal, stone voice, about what happened when Ginevra was caught by what the Wolves have called themselves 'Snatchers'. How she and Lucius were asked to identify her, having interacted previously.

"It was during a meeting when The Dark Lord explained his plans to us all, for them to infiltrate Hogwarts." She explained. "He threatened the Weasley girl with killing her twin brothers and the other one in Romania. Obviously, she didn't believe him, but then she showed her a memory, one from a pensive." She fluttered to gracefully hover atop a seat.

"The first was of the twins being served by one of the present Death Eaters. The other was one of the Romanian Weasley, interacting with one of his friends - another of the Dark Lords followers." Draco listened intently, trying to grasp where she fell into all of this.

"So, the Dark Lord tasked her with... killing Dumbledore, and fixing something called the Vanishing Cabinet. In the Room of Requirements, Room of Hidden Things."

"Where do you come into this?" Draco really just wanted to get to the point where his mother decided Weaselette was more worth her respect, help and guidance than her own son. 

Meanwhile, Harry Potter lay in a fitful sleep, head full of powerful incantations. 

"Harry, love, wake up." Whispered a voice in his ear, one smooth and loving. Fluttering his eyes open, there was Draco, who had laugh lines and wild hair and somewhat of aa beard. "Laitan is coming with Ophelia and we need to get the kids ready."

Harry doesn't know what happened next, because it all seemed blurry. But then his mind jumped to doing up buttons on someone's shirt, kneeled on the floor. "Daddy! Hurry!" Whined the little boy - hair wiled and light blonde, eyes large and deep green. "They're gonna be here soon!"

"Oh?" Draco appeared out of nowhere, carrying another kid on his hip. This one was a girl, a beautiful flower dress on and her red hair spilling over her shoulders. "It's like you love your uncle more than us." Pouted the adult.

"Uncle Lai-an is my favourite!" the little boy stomped his foot.

The little girl in Draco's arms grabbed him by the face to get his attention, "Ruby lo-bes yous mostest!"