Harry's POV.
After weeks of fighting, Ron and I are speaking again.
This is especially good seeing as now it's Draco who isn't speaking to me.
I frown at my breakfast.
"Why so glum?" I hear from behind me.
I turn to see...
"Draco?"
"Well of course. Do you need new glasses, Potter?" He smirks.
"I.. thought you.." I can't seem to form a real sentence.
"I need to speak with you, all of you, about something."
I look over to Ron and Hermione and both give me a small nod.
We all follow Draco out of the great hall and into an empty classroom and his stone-faced demeanour quickly slips away.
"What is it Malfoy?" Ron questions.
"My dark mark.. it.. it's turned black again. And it was burning."
"Burning?" Hermione asks.
"Not like I was being summoned, but like a signal that's he's growing stronger," Draco whispers.
"Bloody hell," Ron mutters.
"Yeah. Bloody hell," Draco repeats.
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Arthur Weasley's POV.
I step out into the night to investigate the sounds I heard.
They were not unlike a chorus of screams.
I walk down the road and stop suddenly.
Above the Davies's family burrow.
Bright green shines like emeralds across the night sky, each as small as the head of a pin, together forming a skull, and not just any skull, one with a serpent pouring out of it's gaping mouth like a giant tongue, one that puts fear into the hearts of us all.
As I stand there, shell-shocked, it rises higher into the night sky.
The green contrasts against the cold black like a new constellation has been imprinted there.
I'm breathing heavily.
Once I dash back to the burrow, I let out a stream of air.
It's true.
What Ron wrote us in the letter is true.
You-know-who is back.
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Take my Hand You Bloody Idiot - Drarry
FanfictionDraco Malfoy and Harry Potter strike an uneasy truce after the wizarding war. However it's not long before things get a little too complicated. Harry isn't sure who or what to trust and the fact that he's slowly feeling something that's definitely...
