Mystery (Fred Weasley x Y/n Potter)

Professor Slughorn?

I zoned out when I saw something over a door. I tried to figure out when we stopped; I saw it was a death eater mark. I pulled out my wand and kept it close.

"Wand out and follow me, Y/n, Harry," said Dumbledore. he opened the gate and walked to the house,"Lumos," the tip of his wand light up. We walked into the sitting room;

It was a desastor. A grandfather clock lay splinter at our feet, its face cracked. pendulum lying a little farther away like a sword. the Piano was on its die and keys around the room. Fallen chandleir in the middle of the room glissting. Cushons lay deflated, feather around the room from clashes. and fragments of china. Dumbledore raised his wand to reveal a dark red spattered over the wallpaper

"Not pretty is it?" said Dumbledore,"Yes, something horrible has happened here,"

Dumbledore moved swiftly in the room and went to a armchair;

"Maybe there's was a fight and they dragged him off Professor," said Dumbledore

"I don't think so," Dumbledore said plunging the tip of his wand into the seat,

"Ouch!" yelled a man

"Good evening Horace," said Dumbledore

My jaw dropped. One second a armchair and now a crouch fat, bald, old man who was massaging his lower belly and looking at Dumbledore,"There was no need to stuck they wand so hard," he said standing up,"It hurt. What gave it away?"

"My dear Hoarace," said Dumbledore looking rather amused,"if the Death Eaters really had come to call, the Dark Mark would have been set over the house,"

"The Dark Mark," mutter the man,"Knew there was something...ah well. Would have had time anyway,I'd only just put the finsihing touches to my upholstrey when you entered the room," he sighed

"Would you like my assistance clearing up?" asked Dumbledore

"Please," said the other

The stood back and both waved their wands in one identical sweeping motion. The furniture flew back to uts orignal places; ornaments refroms in midair, feathers zoomed into their cushions; torn books repair themselves as they landsed upon thier chelve, oil lanterns soard onto side tables and reignited; vast collection of splinerted silver picture frams flew glittering across the room and alighter; whole and untarnished, upon a desk; rips, cracis and holes healed everywhere and the wall wiped themselves clean

"What kind of blood was that, incidentally?" asled Dumbledore as the grandfather clock chimed

"On the walls? Dragon," shouted the wizard as the chandilear screwed itself onto the ceiling

"Yes, dragon," said the man"My last bottle and prices are sky-high at the moment. Still it might be reusable," He stumped over to a small crystal bottle standing on top of the sideboard and held it up to the light to examin the think liquid within,"Hmm Bit Dusty," he set down the bottle and sighed before looking at us.

"Oho," he said with large round eyes flying to our forheads and the lightening-shaped scars,'Oho!"

"This," said Dumbledore walked behind us,"is Y/n and Harry Potter. Yn, Harry, this is an old friend and colleague of mine, Horace Slughorn,"

Slighorn turned on us,"So thats how you though you'd persuade me, is it? Well the answers no, Albus,"

Dumbledore pushed past us with his face resolutely away with the air of a man

"I suppose we can have a drink, at least?" asked Dumbledore,"For old times sake?"

Slughorn hesistated for a few seconds,"All right then, one drink," he said strenly