The Sanctuary of Yesterday

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Theo knew it did not take much for the Golden trio to become enraged. Insult one, you insulted them all. Not that he didn't understand, it was the same between Sage, Draco and himself. The differences between the two trios, was that the merry band of Gryffindors couldn't take a joke, even when said joke wasn't aimed at them; or thier expense. That was how Theo and Draco ended up in a duel with the Savior and the Ginger. 

It started with a joke, a funny one if Draco's laugh was anything to go by. The two often made jokes at the expense of others, many times going a little too far. Apparently, Potter and Weasley didn't apprecaite their jokes how to easy it could be to end the war. Truly, they were just jokes, some of which were painfully obvious that the two boys werent being serious. Draco and Theo of all people knew how hard it was for this war to end, especially when their were people out there like Theo's father and Draco's aunt. And, logically, the boys knew the war wasn't funny or something to joke about, but Theo had a sick sense of humor and Draco learned to love that about him. If Theo didn't make jokes, he would go insane. Which, in the end, would leave no one safe; not the Order, not the Deatj Eaters, and certianally not Voldemort or Dumbledore. 

It had not taken more than Draco laughing at Theo's unrealistic idea of having Tippy slip muggle floor cleaner into Voldy's soup before dinner one night for the other two boys to turn red. The blondes laugh bounced off the walls, making Wallburga raise an eyebrow at her great nephew. She never yelled at him, nor Theodore, probably because they were the only two who enagaged in civil conversations with her. 

The two spies heard Weasley start to curse them to Godric Gryffindor before Draco added that they could feed him literal poision and he would stay alive long enough just to kill them and their families. 

Theo raised an eyebrow and murmered, "Hm, bye bye Voldy, bye bye to my father. Seems like a win-win to me." 

It seemed that joking about dead parents was Potter's last straw with them, because as soon as it left Theo's mouth, neither he nor Draco had time to laugh before a wand was pointed in their faces. 

"Mate, calm down," Theo laughed, raising his hands, "My father isn't worth Saint Potter's wrath." 

"He isnt worth anything, if were going to be honest," Draco added under his breath, loud enough for the other member of the Golden trio to hear and provide him with a reason to wip out his wand next. Now, both boys had wands at thier throats.

"You have no idea," Potters voice cut off, as he struggled not to cry, "what it is like to lose someone to Him!" 

Theo snorted, "Yes, Potter, no idea. My father was always into beat and killing women. That was clearly now a result of years and years of dark magic poisioning his core." 

"And his sister just decided to fuck off into hiding for the fun of it," Draco laughed, "It's not like her life has ever been safe." 

"That is not the same, ferret," Ronald Weasley growled, shoving the wand harder. 

"I'll never see my parents again," Potter roared, waking the portrait, who wasted no time screaming slurs, "They're dead!" 

Theo could hear the adults running towards them, and smirked, "Funny you think the big guy will let me live long enough to see this war out and see her again." 

"Theodore," Draco hissed, just as Sirius rushed into the room screaming at his mother to shut up. Draco prayed Sirius's arivial would make the boys lower their wands, but no, thye looked towards the older wizard as if he'd agree with them. When Sirius did finally look at them, his jaw dropped and yelled, "Boys, what the fuck!"

Remus came rushing in at Sirius's yell, and his eyes went diretly to Theo's, whom shook his head, reassuring them they were okay. Harry turned towards his godfather, and tried to persuade him that what he and Ron were doing was the right thing. 

"Sirius, you didn't hear how they were talking," Harry protested, "They were making jokes baout dead parents!" 

"Filthy scum," Ron spat. 

"It was about Theo's father," Draco drawled, "Not one person would miss him, not even his precious lord." 

"See," Harry agreed, "They admit it, and it wasn't funny." 

"Now, that, I do not admit," Theo laughed, making the wand dig deeper. 

"Theodore, shut up," Sirius growled, and then turned to his godson, "Harry, mate, you need to calm down. I made jokes about my mother all the time." 

"Thats different," He argued. 

"Really, Harry, how is it different if Sirius jokes about his mother or Theo jokes about his father? They were both horrible people," Remus sighed, pulling a hand down his face. 

"Because Sirius isn't evil," Ron screamed, waving his wand around, only for it to fly across the room into Snapes hand. Whom had only arrived minutes prior for the Order meeting. 

"No foolish wand waving," Draco whispered, making both boys smirk, and Sirius and Remus rull their eyes, but looked towards Snape to see his next move.

"I suggest you put your wand down as well, Potter, unless you'd like to be next," he drawled, making Harry's wand arm drop immediatly, and Ron's face turn a lovely shade of tomato red. Draco and Theo's matching smirks dropped as thier professor looked towards them next, "I expect you two to have learned a valuable lesson." 

"To not speak of my father every again," Theo smiled innocently. 

"Amen," Draco coughed, blushing when he realized he was sounding very close to Sage. 

Snapes eyes narrowed, "Do keep your wands on you, you foolish little creatins." He shoots one lat look at Weasley before turning around and yelling over his shoulder, "You can retieve your wand from your mother when she deems it appropriate." 

As Sirius and Remus walk out,  they could be heard whispering, "I don't think I've ever been so greatful to see Snape." 

"Bloody Death Eater scum," Ron spat at the boys, only for Fred and George to pop right infront of him and wack him upside the head. 

"Hey!" They chorused. 

"You can't be an ass to them," Fred said, with his arms crossed over his chest. 

"Only we can, right boys?" George added, swinging his eyes in their direction. 

"Oh yeah, for sure. If were going to be bullied by gingers I hope its them," Theo agreed. 

"Now get out of here and go join Hermione in the library," Fred scolded. 

"Or we'll tell mum about what you two have been up to."

Both boys left the room, albeitedly with reluctance, stomping thier feet all the way there. The twins turned around and looked at the other two and asked, "You guys okay?" 

Draco laughed and waved them off, "Faced worse at Nott Court." 

Theo nodded in agreement, "Now, why dont we continue thinking of ways we could kill Moldypants with ordinary muggle supplies." 

ryann speaking: howdy yall hope y'all enjoy honestly idk how to write this story anymore but I'm not gonna let yall down and stop so if it sucks yell at me and ill make sure you get to read the next chapter before it out to tell me if its good or not 

also this is definately not edited so call out my bs grammar