The cool air immediately swallowed Draco, his sweaty forehead drying ever so slightly in the wind. What lay before him was a skeleton of a house. As he stepped out of the meekly standing fireplace, Draco took in the surroundings.
Rubble lay in piles all over the premises, ceiling completely caved in and walls barely intact. You would've had to do some serious parkour to get to the second level, or what remained of the second level. There was splintered wood almost everywhere, from various furniture and the stairs. The sun beamed down on the mess for a split second, before disappearing again behind a grey cloud.
There was a soft roar of fire from the fireplace and out stepped Harry, who gasped at the destroyed house in front of him.
"Home sweet home." Draco muttered dryly, kicking a piece of wood with his foot. Again, the fireplace roared to life and the silhouette of Hermione appeared.
"Hello, Hermione." Harry helped her out of the fireplace, although she didn't need assistance by simply stepping over an iron bar. Ginny appeared also, hopping out of the fireplace and onto the ground, shards of glass cracking under her feet.
"This place looks a little worse for wear." She mused, standing over next to Harry, who nodded in reply.
"Draco. Draco, you okay?" Hermione tapped his shoulder lightly, as he seemed to have entered a trance-like state.
He shook himself. "What? Yeah. Yeah, fine."
"Draco?" Harry asked. "Why is the house like, um... Like, this? This time last year it was a proud-standing mansion. What happened?"
Draco sat on what seemed like the remains of a door. Hermione and Ginny followed and sat next to him, whereas Harry crouched down.
"After the war," he began, "my mother, father and I- we-we had nowhere to go. As you know, we cowardly fled Hogwarts after realising that we- the deatheaters would lose the war." He squeezed a pebble between his fingers. "The night after the war had been lost, we sat in this forest clearing, I remember. And we talked things out."
Night had fallen and the Malfoy family were as tense as they could ever be. Draco and Narcissa Malfoy sat beside each other on a oak log, somewhere deep in the forest.
"I don't believe this. I don't believe this. Whenever I get the chance, I'm going to hex... I'm going to crucio... I'm going to flog... I'm going to bloody claw that stupid Potter to death! How bloody dare he create an army? How dare he fight back? And how dare he overthrow the Lord? This is impossible. This is preposterous." Lucius Malfoy paced back and forth, various thoughts of brutal death and murder swimming in his psychotic mind.
"Honey..." Narcissa tentatively got to her feet, attempting to calm her husband by patting his shoulder. However, he threw her hand away with severe force. She sat back down immediately.
"Now the bloody Ministry will be after us. We can't even go back home, Narcissa!" He yelled, Draco's whole body restricting the urge to injure his father.
"What are we going to do?" Narcissa's tone was scared, a whisper.
"We're going to have to migrate. Go to France, or somewhere like that. Somewhere the Ministry won't expect to find us."
Draco looked up. "We could-"
Lucius lunged forward at Draco and hooked his arms around his son's shoulders, huffing angrily. Draco trembled in fear as Lucius's nails began digging into his skin.
"Don't you DARE talk to me at the moment, boy!" Saliva sprayed onto Draco's face. "You... You betrayed me and your mother! You were going to stay on Hogwarts's side if the Lord hadn't called you out of the crowd! You would've fought against us!" Draco turned his head away from his father's deathly breath.
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Polyjuice Party
Fanfiction(COMPLETED) "This Friday, we are going to have what is known as the Polyjuice Party. A night in which everyone drinks a random polyjuice potion, transforming themselves into another member of the student body. Then, they can mingle and hang out and...
