The world we change (a Harry Potter fanfic)

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Regulus

From what we've gathered the deatheaters finally rose to action and so dumbledore created a child army to through in there way, and the idiotic dark lord decided to jump on that band wagon and marked Lucius and Cissa's kid at sixteen. must run in the family.

Once those obnoxious weasley twins shut the hell up, our lousy excuse for a headmaster told all of the kids from 1998 to go to there house to sleep, seeing at they were all either hogwarts students or were at some point. which is how we got to this point, with lucius's kid on the couch shooting vodka to drown out the pain of his hexed back that no one can seem to heal.

"Aw quit being a drama queen." His brunnette friend---who is a little too much like Evan---said from the couch across from him, making the blond sneer. "I'm sorry is my impending death bothering you theo?" He asked with a glare to which the boy nodded. "Yes actually, if you're going to die, do it queitly and save us all the headache."

"And you're sure you don't have a bit of Rosier in you, kid?" Barty questions from his place leaning against the wall. "Yep, all fucking Nott, I am." The boy says with a smile that you'd see being flashed on the cover of witch weekly. "I remember Nott, he graduated a few years ago. He was...." Cissa trails off.

"A fucking tosser?" Nott junior offers making Dromeda laugh. "I was going to use less crude language but yes, I suppose he was." Always the diplomat that one. "So what are our kids all like?" Dromeda asks as she walks over behind the couch so she's standing over Cissa's boy. "Well, Bellatrix doesn't have kids, Rosier doesn't have kids, Crouch doesn't have kids, Black doesn't have kids, Andromeda has two daughters who I've never really met, and as for Lucius and aunt cissy, well you ended up with that---" He points to mini Malfoy. "So you're all kind of screwed in that dapartment."

Mini malfoy throws a pillow at him, though he looks like he hurt himself more then the nott boy. "Ey, watch the ribs will you?" The brunnette replies with a groan. "There has to be something we can do, have of you slytherins are injured in some way." Bella says taking in both of the boys pained expressions. " You two, the parkinson girl, the Zabini boy, that mini Goyle, I mean bloody hell!"

"Yeah right, like they give a shit about us Slytherin scum, I mean half of us fought on the opposing side,we're lucky no one's come to finish us off." Mini Malfoy replies, though his voice is strained and he visibly winces.

Just then there's a knock at the door. "Looks like we spoke too soon mate." The Nott boy says and I turn to Lucius. "Get the door will you?" He nods and walks to the portrait hole. He opens the door and there are a few words exchanged before he moves out of the way allowing a young woman to cross the threshold. It's the little golden haired one from the hall, and at the sight of her gigantic troublesome smile spreads across Nott's face.

Spoke too soon indeed.

Hermione

I knock softly on the door to the Slytherin common room, slightly shivering from the cold of the dungeons. I wait for a couple of moments before I hear footsteps on the other side of the door.

The door opens to reveal a taller and slightly older version of Malfoy. "How can I help you?" He says in a bored tone as if he already can't wait for me to leave. "I'm here to heal your wounded." At that he crosses his arms over his chest. "We don't need—" like father, like son.

"Look, I was on the battlefield with them," I cut him off. "I know Notts ribs and leg need medical attention, Parkinson was hit with an unknown curse and Zabini got crushed under a landslide and it's a miracle he isn't dead. I'm here to help because no one else can seem to get over there prejudice and stubbornness, if you want to be the reason those kids go without medical attention, be my guest but I'll let you know now it won't be smart." I warn him.

He huffs, running a hand through his blond locks, and I once again can't help but think, like father, like son. He doesn't say anything but he moves aside, gesturing for me to enter. I'm met with the site of the Blacks, Malfoy's, their friends, and Theo, lounging around on the couch's.

Theo shoots me an award winning smile. "And here I'd thought Dumbledore had given up on us!" He says his eyes glinting mischievously. "He has, but him and I never agreed on much." I try to ignore the eyes that follow me as I make my way to kneel in front of Theo. "Good to see you're still healthy enough for humor Nott." I say as I dig out a pain relief potion from my bag. "Drink this." I say handing it to him.

I cast a nonverbal diagnostic charm and study his injuries carefully. "How do my ribs look?" Theo asks, grimacing. "Not great, but I've seen them worse." I say and he laughs but you can tell it pains him to do so. "You can say that again."

"You have three broken ribs, I small fractures in your wrist, the gash on your leg is pretty deep but mended easily and as long as you take a blood replenishing potion there shouldn't be any repercussions for that, but though I can heal the fracture, you'll need a skeligrow for your ribs but that takes about nine hours and I'll have to knock you out."

I fish out a blood replenishing potion and watch as he drinks it gagging at the taste. "Your wrist?" I say holding out my hand. He places his wrist in my hand and I quickly heal it with a nonverbal spell Remus had taught me, it was the kind of spell you used a lot while running from death eaters. With a small click it is right again.

I stand from my kneeling position and stumble a bit doing so. I guess I lost quite a bit of blood myself. I feel someone gripping onto my arm. I look up and my eyes meet that of ice blue. "Are you alright dear?"

Even as a child she's too polite for her own good.

Regulus

she tries to stand and seems to get light headed and stumbles and though I try to catch her Cissa is the closest and helps her back to her feet. "Are you alright dear?" Cissa asks and the girl nods. "Yes, sorry, must have just gotten up too quickly." she says, moving away from narcissa. The thing that pegs me the most about the exchange is Lucius's son gripping the arm rests on his couch with a death like grip, though for once not in pain.

H by The girl also acts strange in the way she basically fled Narcissas arms. She clears her throat. "Do you have a room for him, or a place he could lay down?" She asks looking towards Lucius, almost avoiding eye contact with the rest of us. "He can take Dolohov's bed."

Her eye twitches but it would have easily gone unnoticed if both Draco and Nott hadn't outright flinched at the name. Nott opens his mouth but is cut off by the girl. "That'll do." He stares at her open mouthed. "But—"

"Can you walk?" She asks giving him a look that quickly makes him shut up and he nods. He grabs the arm rest and pushes himself to him feet, only to groan in pain as he falls back down. "Ok guess not, would you two mind?" She says looking to Lucius then hesitantly meeting my eyes.

Her eyes are familiar in a way, like I've seen them before, although I know it's impossible. I nod and Lucius and I each take one of his arms and hall him up. He all but screams in pain. "A little warning lads—ugh"

He. Pukes. Lucius. Screams.

"You bloody tossed these are dragon hide boots!" The girl rolls her eyes and I can't help but share the sentiment. With a wave of her want the boots were good as new, in fact they looked cleaner than before. Impressive. "Men." She mutters under her breath and apparently I'm not the only one who heard it because Bella laughs in the background. Her eyes connect with mine.

"Lead the way."

1471 words

Ok so....fun, fun, don't know what to right, fun.