Previously on Of Wings And Warriors - Narcissa nodded in agreement, her eyes soft with motherly concern. "We'll make sure you're fully recovered before you return to Hogwarts, darling," she added, her voice filled with love and determination. "In the meantime, focus on getting better. Harry and Hermione will understand."
Even the gentlest touch felt like a jolt of electricity, sending shivers down his spine. Colours seemed brighter, sounds sharper, and smells more vivid as if his senses had been dialled up to their maximum capacity. Spells cast in his vicinity crackled with intensity, their magic almost palpable in the air.
This newfound sensitivity extended beyond the physical realm, reaching into the depths of Draco's psyche. Emotions, both his own and those of others, washed over him with overwhelming intensity, leaving him feeling raw and exposed. Magic flowed through Draco's veins, pulsating with an intensity that seemed to amplify with each passing day.
His magical sensitivity heightened to an unprecedented level, causing even the smallest spells to feel like bolts of lightning coursing through his body. The mere flick of a wand sent shockwaves of energy rippling through him, leaving him trembling and breathless.
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After weeks of recovery, Draco finally felt well enough to return to Hogwarts. The day before his departure, Marvolo Gaunt Apparated to Malfoy Manor with a small bag in hand, his expression one of determination and concern.
As he entered the drawing room where Draco and his parents awaited, Marvolo addressed them with a sense of urgency. "I've been doing some research," he began, pulling a small jar from his bag. "I've modified an old version of scent blockers, but there's a limitation. This cream will only last for about five hours."
Draco nodded, understanding the importance of this precaution. Marvolo handed him the jar, emphasizing the instructions. "Make sure to clean your scent glands thoroughly before each application. Apply a thick layer on your glands and wrists. Do not worry about finishing it, I will owl you more. And Draco, never stray far from Harry or Hermione."
Next, Marvolo produced a small vial from his bag. "These are heat repressors," he explained, his tone serious. "If you ever start to feel feverish, even the slightest bit, go to Professor Snape immediately and take these. They'll help with your heat."
Draco accepted the vial, feeling a mix of gratitude and trepidation. Lucius stepped forward, shaking Marvolo's hand firmly. "Thank you, Marvolo. Your help is invaluable to us," he said sincerely.
Marvolo nodded, his eyes meeting Draco's with a hint of worry. "Take care of yourself, Draco. Your health is paramount. And remember, no one can hurt you."
