Scars of the Past | A Drarry Story | A Mattheo Riddle Story

Chapter 32

Previously on Scars of the Past -
As the sun ascended, casting a warm and golden hue over the world, Harry decided to embrace his laziness and snuggled back into Draco's arms, in love with his life.

But peace; Peace isn't meant to last long, not when you have friends like Mattheo and Dahlia.

As the first drops of water splashed against Harry and Draco, they awoke with startled yelps, their initial reactions ranging from shock to bemusement. For a moment, they exchanged sleepy, puzzled glances, attempting to comprehend the situation that had so abruptly disrupted their peaceful slumber.

But before long, their expressions shifted from confusion to amusement as a mischievous spark danced in their eyes. The icy water that had drenched them elicited laughter and a sense of playful mischief. That initially irksome wake-up call transformed into the inception of an impromptu water fight.

Laughter erupted as Harry and Draco swiftly retaliated, flinging water back at Dahlia and Mattheo, who had initiated the playful skirmish. Beanbags, initially their make-do beds, became battlegrounds as the garden resonated with their cheerful cries and the sound of splashing water.

Water droplets sparkled like liquid diamonds in the morning light, refracting beams of sunlight, and creating a dazzling spectacle.

As the battle raged on, the room was filled with the euphoric atmosphere of joyous chaos. Each participant was now thoroughly drenched and laughing like crazy.

But it wasn't just the four of them who got swept up in the festivities. The commotion drew in more unexpected participants. Narcissa, enticed by the uproar, entered the garden with an amused twinkle in her eye. She couldn't resist the temptation to join the water festivities, casting aside her usual grace for the thrill of the game. She then, found herself abruptly deposited into the nearby pond by Draco and Dahlia, who exhibited no remorse for their actions. In an act of retaliation, Narcissa modified the simple 'Aguamenti' spell, colouring the water which would end up staining the clothes Draco and Dahlia were wearing until the end of time, a bright purple.

And then, in an astonishing turn of events, Bellatrix appeared with a wicked grin. She had come prepared. She wielded a water pitcher as if it were a weapon, unleashing torrents of water with wild enthusiasm, drenching everything that existed.

Even the typically composed Lucius Malfoy found himself drawn into the allure of the water battle. His initial air of aristocratic dignity was momentarily discarded as he entered the water war with an exuberant spirit, joining in the laughter and mayhem.

Then, perhaps most surprising of all, the infamous Lord Voldemort himself, a figure associated with darkness and power, made a unique appearance. Dressed casually for the occasion and bearing a relaxed demeanour, the Dark Lord participated in the water battle with an almost surreal air of enjoyment, his chilling aura momentarily softened by the pure, unadulterated delight of the moment.

The garden became a riot of water, laughter, and exuberant splashing.

After the water fight had reached its climax and the last drops of water had been flung, all of them decided to form a circle on the ground. In the gentle warmth of the morning light, they settled into the circle, their wet clothes clinging to their bodies. The golden sun above began to work its magic, casting its radiant rays upon them, and drying their clothes in the process.

"At least the house elves won't have to water the garden today, we seem to have done enough of that," said Narcissa, causing everyone to once again burst into a round of laughter.