After a War ((Old Copy))

Chapter 25 Book 3

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Draco wished suddenly, that for five minutes in his life, there could be happiness, and quiet. But there was no time to enjoy life anymore, only making him want to go back in time more, but he'd get over it.

He'd thought it over. And almost gave up on the idea entirely, but he'd find a way. He knew the ministry would never destroy all the time turners, they were too valuable, and besides, the ministry wanted everything for itself.

Anyway, back to the thought of wishing suddenly that he could have five minutes of peace. He was proved wrong once again when Maya burst into Hermione, Justin, and his room in the middle of the night. She whispered in a rush to wake Draco and Hermione.

"There's someone at the door!" Maya insisted. Draco sat up instantly, but Hermione lay down, calm with the baby and closed her eyes to go back to sleep. She must know what's going on. Draco sighed and followed Maya out of the room. He shut the door gently behind himself. Fred, George and Solomon were standing at the door, wands out. Sokka barked at their feet every time the knocker on the other side of the door knocked once more.

Maya hushed the poor puppy as Draco gulped and opened the door, the three males behind him hid their wands, but got them back out when they saw who was at the door. It wasn't anyone Draco knew, but, he recognized him from that night.

The night he first saw his father again.

The night Hermione and Justin died multiple times.

He had black hair, rugged at the time, emerald green eyes that stood out, a jagged scar over his left eye. He held a girl, bridal style in his arms. She was bleeding in a few places and had her deep brown hair matted down by the wetness of the downpour of rain coming from outside. She was unconscious. Which only made him seem more suspicious.

Draco didn't trust him, but before he could react, Fred got in front of him and took the girl from the guy's arms, gently taking her and placing her on the couch. Clearly he was ok with dealing with Hermione's wrath when she found out Fred got her couch covered in blood.

The guy stood in the doorway. He looked as though he would bolt away at any sign of movement. He knew that look because Draco had it once himself.

Draco, as quickly as he could, snatched the kid's arm. Well, he said kid, but he was pretty sure he was the same year he was. He just hadn't been at the school all year, he had gone missing after the war. Draco suspected that he ran to the death eaters, or was forced to join. Draco knew very little about him, so there wasn't much to go on.

If Draco had his wand, he would dry him, and it turned out George, Fred, and Solomon's wands were out of cores, so they would have done no good anyway.

He struggled against his grasp, and if he was a full death eater he would have been able to turn into a cloud of black smoke and escape, but clearly he wasn't. Draco looked to Solomon, informing him silently not to go into his bedroom for a while.

After Solomon gave him a nod, Draco opened the bedroom door and threw the guy in there.

"First of all, what's your name?" Draco asked once they were both in the room with the door shut and a very simple silencing charm on it.

"Jack." He answered. Draco nodded, he knew the name, after the war was over, the remaining death eaters spoke of recruiting again, they didn't want to give in.

While Draco and his family were still in hiding, rumors went around quickly that they were forcing students in Draco's year to become death eaters. He didn't think that they'd be able to get into Hogwarts to get the students, but back then he hadn't realized that there was no Hogwarts to steal students from.

All they had to do was locate the seventh year children, and they could force them to do whatever they wanted from that point. Now Jack could have become a death eater by choice. Draco had no idea of course.

"Full name." Draco responded, maybe his last name would snap him into the right mindset of who this was. He had heard of many Jack's, it was a common name.

"Jack Riley." He said quietly. He sounded innocent really, didn't sound like he wanted to be there at all. Draco nodded, he knew the name now. This kid had been orphaned twice, once by his birth parents, and once by his adoptive parents. He didn't know when the parents died, he just knew they did.

"Who's the girl?" Draco asked. Jack looked at the door behind him for a moment and shrugged. Draco had picked up that he angled his head downwards allot, trying to keep his face hidden most of the time. His hair was decently long, but not so long as to cover his eyes. He really needed to have it cut before it did grow out really long.

"I don't know her name." Jack responded. That was a lie. Draco could tell by the way he looked down even further.

To be continued....