Futurum Amare, Future love

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Open POV (3rd)

Important text
"Talking"
Direct Memory

              "Alright boys listen up" Hermione speaks. "We need to find the house elf's that had brought the water and pastry's. This is becoming dangerous."

"Was it not the first time potter was almost killed?" Draco spoke anger slightly in my voice.

"Of course it was! The only extra issue is you." Hermione points to Draco, in a gesture sense.

Harry only stares at the two. "So you think it's gonna get worse? And what issue does Draco present?" Hermione's perked a brow at Harry as she'd never heard 'Draco' come out of his mouth.

"Well to say the least, we can assume your death was planned, many times. Draco had protected you from that twice. An issue for the assassin. And has also been in the line of fire both times. An issue for us." Hermione speaks while she analyzes the situation at hand.

As Harry and Draco only listen to her explanation it's clear neither are fully focused. Harry picks at his cuticles and absentmindedly watches Pomfrey work in the background. She test and picks at the small bit of potion remaining. Suddenly the potions color changes to match its purple blue before. And in seconds is back to clear. As Pomfrey inspects the potion she seems amazed and terrified at the new advancement.

While Draco fixes up his clothing. Finishing his buttons and tucking his shirt into his black suit pants. He picks off hairs or bust that found itself on his cloths and fixes the sleeves of his shirt. Making them fit and role just to the crease of his elbow. The definition of his arms disappearing once the sleeves have loosed over his shoulders and biceps. Fixing the collar and grabbing his tie Pomfrey quickly jumps in.

"Interesting?!" She says straightening to stand. "It's water again."

Pomfrey shoved the potion into Hermione's hands. "What?!" She quickly inspects the vile.

"Who ever made this potion can activate and deactivate it from a distance." She says.

"How is that possible. Isn't a potion made and done. You can't deactivate a potion."

"We'll technically yes. But you can discharge or change it so that it become something else." Pomfrey shrugs as if everyone understood.

"That still has no sense to it, bonkers." Draco responds quickly with an insult to end.

"Rude! You'd have to be a master in potions, one as such as You-Know-Who. And a powerful witch or wizard." The sharp woman stares down Draco. Though he doesn't flinch or shrink.

"So deactivating a potion is a real thing?" Hermione speaks as to calm the tension know growing. Harry stays quite, he shrinks down.

"Yes. Quite. But like I said you'd have to be-"

"A wizard like Voldemort." Harry finally speaks. "There's no one like that."

"There is. Someone still connected to him." Pomfrey's eyes drift to Draco as he finishes his tie and crosses his arms in a strong, tall stance.

Looking between the two pair of eyes one him. Hermione than Pomfrey, "me?! What do I have to do with it. I'm the one who saved him."