During the holidays, Harry had hoped he and Draco would be in the same room, unlike at Hogwarts. That, maybe, he and Draco could spend nights together and talk and talk without a fear of getting caught out past curfew, like Ron and Lavender seem to do sometimes in the common room.
Unable to sleep, Harry wandered into Draco’s bedroom at seven am, tip-toeing across the floor so Remus and Sirius couldn’t hear, then quietly opening the door so Draco didn’t wake up.
Through the windows, a stream of light fluttered in and lit up Draco’s silver hair. For what felt like an hour, Harry stared at Draco before lifting the blanket and getting in the bed next to him.
Harry didn’t think about casting a spell so his skin wasn’t caked in sweat, but Draco made a disgruntled noise and wrapped himself around Harry.
“Wake up.” Harry whispered and gently shook Draco.
“Go away Harry.” Draco grumbled back. “Harry?” He asked again, blinking one eye open.
“Hey Dray.”
“What are you doing here?” He asked. Somehow, Draco managed to look like he hadn’t just woken up. The boy looked like he did on a casual afternoon. “Your godfathers will hang me if they find you in here.”
“They won’t hang you.” Scoffed Harry, but Draco raised an eyebrow. “Ok, Remus won’t hang you.”
“Regardless, you need to leave before they tie me to a chair again.”
“They didn’t mean it.” Whined Harry. Regardless, Draco waved his hand to open the door then levitated a screaming and kicking Harry to the doorframe, dropping him with a thud. “I hate you.”
“Hate you too, Harry.” Draco yawned. “Hate you, too.”
Everyone was at the meeting. All the Weasley clan (Draco drooling over the Curse Breaker and the Dragon Tamer), Tonks, Mad-eye, Mundungus, Shaklebolt, McGonagall, and Snape. For such an important cause Darco expected more of them.
“There’ve been more sightings.” Moody said, slamming a muggle paper down, the headline Family of Five Killed in Unexplainable Attack, then another, School Bus Mysteriously Split in Half: No Survivors, then another, Ten Dead in a Country Town.
“This is getting worse and worse.” Worried Hermione. Her parents were muggle, Draco remembered. If they were discovered to be her parents…
“Are these attacks planned?” McGonagall asked.
“No pattern, as far as the Auror Offices can tell.” Tonks said, lips pursed like she was trying to figure it out herself.
“We’ll need to up our defences.” Dumbledore spoke for the first time since the meeting started. “Contact every witch and wizard you know, tell them to be on high alert.”
“Is that all?” Harry interrupted. “All these people are dying and you want us to let it happen?”
“Harry.” Remus warned, but Sirius held his arm.
“Harry’s right, Moony. We can’t stand back and let them-”
“Typical Gryffindors with their hero-complex.” Snape drawled.
“Listen, Sniv-”
“BOYS!” McGonagall shouted. “I cannot believe at the age of thirty seven I’m still having to reprimand you like children.”
“Your concerns are just,” Dumbledore said. He was like a deity, whenever he spoke everyone listened. “But we cannot anticipate their attacks if there is no pattern.”
“He’s killing for sport.” Arthur grimaced.
“Exactly, Arthur. A mad man has no need for those types of patterns.” Dumbledore messed with the ring on his finger.
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Muggle With Magic
Fiksi PenggemarIt was dark. Everywhere. Draco didn't know who these strange people with sticks were. But he knew he wasn't 'Florian Malfoy' The Malfoy's gave Draco away when he was baby because he showed no signs of magic, but sixteen years later the Order take h...
