Muggle With Magic

Knowledge

"Mister Malfoy! Mister Malfoy, wake up! Kreacher has found something, Mister Malfoy!" Blearily, Draco opened his eyes blinking away sleep. Almost, he came so close to leaping from the bed when he saw the creature in front of him, before remembering where he was.

"What is it?" he grumbled, sitting on the bed in clothes too big for his body.

"Kreacher will show you: change, Mister Malfoy, and Kreacher will take you there!"

When Kreacher popped out the room with a crack, Draco stretched and stood, walking over to Harry's dresser. With no clothes of his own, Draco would have to settle for whatever the scruffy-haired boy had lying around.

Out of all his clothes, the boy had one button-up shirt: it was a chequered red, which didn't look worn. (Draco found out it wasn't, as the tag was still on.) Looking for trousers, Draco found all of them too short and too broad, so he settled for some shorts and a belt to keep them in place.

Dressed and ready to go, he timidly called for Kreacher to come back. "Are you ready for Kreacher to take you there, Mister Malfoy?" The thing said in his deep voice with some form of enthusiasm.

Intrigued, cautious, somewhat uncomfortable, Draco followed behind the little creature, into a room, isolated from the rest. It was then that he realised what room it was, but persisted, having an inhumane curiosity. But there was another person there: Remus Lupin. Today, he didn't look homeless! Instead, he wore a brown chequered shirt tucked into light trousers with a belt, hair not neat or slicked back, but not as bad as Harry's, either.

"Draco?" Remus asked, "Has Kreacher dragged you here, too?"

No, I have come back to the room I was held hostage in for shits and giggles. Draco would have said if he wasn't scared of him and his pointed stick.

He just nodded and looked towards the elf. "What is it you want to show us?" Draco asked Kreacher.

Kreacher almost smiled, which Draco learnt last night was probably a new thing, as he wondered to a wall with a sheet over it. Draco just thought it was because there was a hole in the wall.

Gradually, Kreacher pulled back the sheet, showing person after person from the left to the right. And on the right, was Narcissa Malfoy. She was depicted as having deep, bright blue eyes with the most blonde hair Draco had ever seen.

Next to her read Lucius Malfoy. Shocking resemblance. However, Lucius' photo had the hardest, emotionless grey eyes that seemed to scold you no matter what. Then, there was his long silver hair that went passed the stitches and not one was misplaced.

Under those were two names, one of which read Florian Malfoy. The boy's eyes a very light blue, but put next to Lucius someone would see the difference. And his hair was cut short, smartly flattened with light gel. It looked modern.

Finally, there was a name. No image, just a name. Draco Malfoy.

Taking cautious steps to the tapestry, Draco's hand reached the fabric and gently glided his soft finger tips over it. It was rough. When he reached the Malfoy's, Draco traced his mother's nose and mouth, his father's hair and eyes, then Florian's frame.

"Are these..." Began Remus, but Draco was too focused on what he was seeing.

When his fingers reached his name, ever so slightly above it was jagged and rocky, and somewhat stained his fingers grey.

"The Malfoy's, sirs." Kreacher told them, "Kreacher must probably prepare for Mister Potter's return without Master Sirius." He continued to mumble, "Poor Mistress having a criminal as a son."