(HP) When Time Isn't Enough

Chapter 10

Coeus, Greek God of Intelligence

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It came on my eleventh birthday just as it comes to all Hogwarts-bound children. I was so excited when I finally got my acceptance letter. I had spent so many years at a Muggle school and now I could go to the same school as Rose.

Papa took it from me. He told me that I could never go to Hogwarts. I'd be too easily recognised. He didn't want me to get hurt, but I wanted to be happy. I didn't want the Muggle life. I was accepted as a student to Hogwarts, just as I always would have been, and I would have made a damn good wizard.

But Papa's word was final. He and Dad fought about this a lot, and in this case, he wasn't going to change his mind. Not for anything.

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They woke up in pain. There was just something wrong with sleeping on the floor. The results were never good. Harry stretched out his overly cramped limbs, trying to get sensation back into his right arm, which was pinned under something. His eyes struggled to open, though he could feel his glasses still against his head. That was also one of the worst things about sleeping elsewhere. You generally lose your glasses or sleep with them on, bending them out of shape or causing some severe pain to your head.

When his eyelids finally unstuck themselves, Harry found himself staring at the familiar platinum blonde that was Draco Malfoy's hair. The Slytherin was moving, too, having been what had woken Harry.

"Morning," Harry grunted, his throat dry.

Draco just turned around, wrapping himself around Harry's body. Neither cared that Harry's clothes were still stained with Draco's ex's blood.

"We have class soon," Harry objected. "Potions, remember?"

"I wanna sleep more," Draco grumbled, burying his head in Harry's chest. "Slept like shit last night...bloody floor..."

There was laughter from the huge bed off in the distance. "Morning you guys. I think that's the best I've ever slept before."

The two groaned before Harry sat up. "Thanks for that, Scorpius."

He finally realised the effect of another's blood on his clothes. "I need a shower..."

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It surely surprised them that Severus didn't show up for class at all. Even Ron was on time that morning, and yet Severus was missing. Draco was the first to fret over the fact, whereas the Gryffindors left for their common room. Harry was included as he gave Draco a very inconspicuous wave as he left. Draco went in the other direction, heading for Severus' quarters. On his way, he noticed that Nott was missing also. He meticulously turned the corners he had memorised very early on in his first year, having been to Severus' quarters several times.

He tried not to think about the previous night. There were so many people he was concerned about. Firstly, Blaise was gone. They had been lovers, and now, he was dead. It took forever to sink in, and after an hour of chess with Potter, he had broken down, forcing the other to hold him tightly as he tried to hold the tears back.

Secondly, there was Severus. Draco was well aware of Severus' past with the Death Eaters, and was certain that he was still a member. He was unsure if the rumours of him being a spy for the Order were true or not and that bothered him. The last thing he really wanted was for Severus to be a Death Eater. The man was too great of a man to be wasted like that. Thinking on it that way, though, he realised that it was highly unlikely that he would have been. Knowing himself, he never would have trusted Scorpius with a suspected Death Eater without knowing the whole story.