𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

YR 6 ☆•°~'* 01

A/N - Sixth year, sixth year, sixth year already!

❈🌠➵9¾♌ ⚯ 🗲━━━━━★. *･｡ﾟ✧⁺

The rain battered the pavement and the windows of the olden homes lining the streets of Wiltshire. It was a murky sort of day, the clouds above were grey and heavy, pouring down the rain they had kept for almost a week. 

Dusk was falling rapidly over the county, and the hooded figure walking down the sidewalk quickened their footsteps, the heels of their boots clicking on the sidewalk and echoing through the empty neighbourhood. 

There was a bend around the street, and the person turned, their long, shabby crimson cloak billowing behind them.

For fifteen minutes they walked, the number of houses and pubs around them decreasing until there was nothing but the vast greenness of the countryside. The figure stopped and pulled out a long piece of paper that looked like it had been ripped from a newspaper. 

They stared at it for a moment before shoving it back into their inside pocket and continuing their walk. 

After ten more long minutes of walking, they neared their destination: vast grounds shrouded with large hedges curving all around it. There was a long, gravel path leading up to a great, handsome manor, guarded with a pair of wrought-iron gates. 

The person hesitated at first but then walked forward determinedly, all the way up to the towering gates before stopping. They looked around; there didn't seem to be any way to announce their presence.

At that moment, however, they noticed someone walking towards the gate, grasping something tightly in their hand. 

As they got closer, the figure could make out the other's features. Tall, dressed in a dark suit, with sleek, platinum-blonde hair and silver-blue eyes. When he was near the gates enough, he stopped and examined the visitor closely.

'Who are you?' he said sharply, wand still grasped tightly in his pale hand.

For answer, the visitor lowered their hood and stared directly into the blonde's eyes. There was a sharp intake of breath from him as his eyes scanned the visitor's face. 

'V-very well,' he muttered, his voice trembling slightly, and waved his wand in a wide motion over the gates. 

The wrought-iron gates creaked ominously as they opened, and the cloaked stranger walked up the path after the blonde. 

There was a taut silence as they strolled up the path, broken only by the crunch of the gravel beneath their shoes and boots. 

'I'm Malfoy, by the way,' the blonde began, turning to look at the other. 'Dra-'

'I know,' said the visitor curtly, without even glancing at Malfoy.

His jaw clenched slightly and he looked like he wanted to say something back, but perhaps thought better of it as he turned to face the dark, oak double doors of the mansion.

Malfoy grasped the silver handle and pushed one door open, and the stranger strode in without a backward glance at Malfoy, who had a look of indignation upon his face. 

The inside of the mansion was as dark as the outside, though it had a look of chic luxury about it, with a bejewelled chandelier hanging from the ceiling of what seemed to be the sitting room. 

There was already someone here, sitting on one of the handsome, dark green armchairs and facing the fireplace.

'Mother,' said Malfoy, announcing their presence.