A New Chapter at Hogwarts [Drarry]

Chapter 15: Defending Change

The crisp morning air of late autumn filled the grounds of Hogwarts, bringing with it a sharp, invigorating chill that made the castle feel alive, its ancient walls gleaming in the pale morning sun. The sky above was a canvas of soft blues, brushed with streaks of white cloud, and the remaining leaves on the trees fluttered like brilliant specks of gold and crimson. The serene calm of the grounds, the quiet hum of the castle's magic, made it easy to forget the weight of history that lay within its stone walls.

Inside, the Headmistress's office exuded warmth. Professor McGonagall sat at her desk, surrounded by the familiar scent of parchment and tea, the magical instruments ticking softly in the background like a heartbeat. The portraits of former headmasters gazed down with mild curiosity as she straightened a stack of letters. She was preparing for a visit from an important figure in the wizarding world: Alistair Greengrass.

Greengrass, an influential and wealthy donor, had long supported Hogwarts with substantial contributions, funding scholarships and renovation projects. Today, he was expected to tour the school and discuss future donations. McGonagall, always meticulous in her preparations, had arranged everything with care, ready to show how his support had helped the school thrive. She was, however, no stranger to the man's reputation—sharp, unyielding, and proud, traits that often rubbed people the wrong way.

When the knock came at the door, McGonagall's head lifted from her work. "Enter," she called.

The door swung open to reveal Alistair Greengrass. Tall and impeccably dressed, he had the air of someone who commanded attention wherever he went. His robes were a deep emerald, embroidered with silver thread, perfectly tailored to his broad frame. His grey hair, slicked back, gave him an almost regal appearance, though his sharp features held a perpetual sneer, as if nothing quite lived up to his expectations.

"Good morning, Headmistress," Greengrass greeted, his voice smooth, though the formality lacked warmth. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."

McGonagall rose to greet him, offering a polite but measured smile. "Mr. Greengrass, it's always a pleasure to have you at Hogwarts. Please, have a seat. May I offer you some tea?"

Greengrass waved the offer aside with a dismissive flick of his hand. "No need, thank you. I'd prefer we move straight to business. I have other matters to attend to today."

"Very well," McGonagall said, her tone unchanged as she gestured toward the door. "I've arranged a tour of the recent renovations. I believe you'll be pleased with the improvements we've made, thanks to your generosity."

As they walked through the stone corridors of Hogwarts, their footsteps echoed softly. McGonagall guided Greengrass through various parts of the school, showing him the newly refurbished classrooms and common areas. Greengrass offered occasional comments, his sharp eyes missing nothing, though his praise was minimal, more a formality than genuine admiration.

As they turned a corner, they came upon a small group of second-year students gathered around none other than Draco Malfoy. He stood with his back to them, his posture relaxed yet authoritative as he demonstrated the proper way to handle delicate potion ingredients. His voice, steady and confident, carried just enough for his students to hear clearly.

"Careful with the powdered moonstone," Draco instructed. "Too much or too little will ruin the brew entirely. Precision, as always, is key."

His students watched attentively, taking notes as Draco guided them with patience and clarity. The transformation in Draco since their days at school was undeniable. Gone was the arrogant, sneering boy who had flaunted his family's wealth and power. In his place was a composed, thoughtful man, a professor who had earned the respect of his students through dedication and knowledge.