After a War ((Old Copy))

Chapter 29 Book 3

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After dropping Teddy off, Draco reclaimed his wand from Hermione's desk and apparated back to the cabin to retrieve Teddy's things. Though, he didn't bring them to the apartment, he just gathered them together, then he sighed lightly and apparated back to his bedroom back at the manor. He had to talk to his father and get him to move Voldemort out of the building. He needed the Manor now, he had too many people squeezed into that little apartment, forcing people to share rooms and making Maya think she had to leave along with the twins.

His presence would soon be felt by either his father or Voldemort.

And as expected, his father showed up in his room, wand at the ready. He put his wand away when he saw Draco.

"What are you doing here!? What if the dark lord came in instead of me!?" His father asked urgently.

"I need the Manor back. If you could just get him to move somewhere else." Draco stated, he knew it wasn't easy, but this was a win win for him. His father would then prove that'd he'd do anything for him, or at least would prove that he's on his side, and would also get Voldemort out of his house.

"Why?" His father questioned, Draco noticed a slight raise of eyebrow. "Need a place to keep a certain family?" He continued. Draco sneered.

"No. I need it because while my blood family might not be growing, children's parents keep dying and their only other option is to be put up for adoption!" Draco snapped as loud as he could without gaining the attention of the death eaters in his basement. Of course Draco's room was on the top floor of the manor, so he wouldn't have to restrict himself very much. "I need it, because Im having to take in these children,  Teddy had to be told that his parents were on a business trip because they disappeared in the middle of the day without even saying goodbye and it broke his heart. I couldn't break it more. I need this Manor because yes I have a fiancée, and her little brother that is like a son to her, I need a house because I have friends that don't have rich parents like I do, and they need a place to stay. I need this Manor so I can provide something and not be as useless as-" Draco cut himself off before he said something he'd regret. He knew his father wasn't useless, but he couldn't help but think it every once and a while.

"You can go ahead and say it. Because we both know I am."

"You're not. I just got caught up in the thought of having to share a bed, with not one, but two kids." Draco lied.

"I'll see what I can do. You better go before someone else realizes that you're here." His father said quietly, he was trying to sound like he normally did, stuck up, proud, and rich, but Draco could tell he was slightly heartbroken. Draco gave a nod.

He didn't want to go back to the apartment, and Jack was still missing, Solomon had told him that he'd escaped again, so he might as well go after him and try and figure out where he was. There was a chance he was still at King's Cross station.

Draco highly doubted that, something in the back of his mind told him to go back to Grimmauld Place, but he ignored that.

Or at least he tried to. He tried to really hard, but the urge kept growing. He knew Jack wouldn't be there, but with a loud snap, he was in the doorway.

He shook his head and groaned quietly to himself.

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Short POV swap while Draco searches Grimmauld Place
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Solomon's eyes widened. He shot off his chair at his desk in his bedroom, leaving his book open at the desk. He had another vision.

"Hermione!" Solomon yelled. He knew that if he told anyone, he'd die. But it was urgent, and it would be worth it. Draco was going back in time, and the results led two ways. It could either improve the future, or cause the Wanderers to fall apart and for Maya and Hermione would die at the hands of an unrecognizable face.

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That did take long.... Oh well. Back to Draco.
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Draco had searched the entire place, other than one room. He had taken every one of his footsteps lightly, being sure to be silent as a mouse. Though he almost snorted to himself at the thought of Peter Pettigrew being a rat.

He twisted a rusty golden door knob, it squeaked as it turned and with his wand in hand, he threw the door open. Jack was there, the room was the Black's family tree. He was looking at someone burnt out of the photo, just as Sirius had been.

Draco put his wand away, sensing that Jack wasn't going to try anything. Though, he was confused as to why Jack was actually here in the home. The name, under the singed face was written, 'Alexander'. Draco walked over slowly, while he didn't believe Jack would try anything, he still was cautious.

"My father." Jack said quietly. "Birth father at least." He added in a whisper. "He's supposedly dead, unless he survived in Azkaban for twelve years. I highly doubt it."

"You're part of the Black family?" Draco asked. Jack shrugged and nodded. His hair and eyes had returned to their original colors and he now seemed more calm and expressionless. Draco walked over to a nearby end table, curious of the candlestick that sat there.

"Draco don't touch the candlestick!" He heard Hermione's voice yell from behind him right as his fingers brushed against the oddly not dusty object. Jack grabbed his at to get him to put it down, but by then, it was too late to put it down.

The world went white, Draco had to close his eyes to avoid the blackness. How did Hermione know where he was or what he was doing? Solomon.

But if she knew, that meant Solomon had told her, and that meant Solomon had died. Draco felt a burning sting in his chest, and not just because he was the only male left in the Wanderers. He was fairly close to the Seer Wampus.

Draco landed with a thud in the boys dorm in the Slytherin common room. Jack was right by him, unluckily for him, he had grabbed on in time to go with him. It seemed like the object was a portkey, but he was proved wrong when Solomon came in the room.

"Hermione's still with Harry and the other Weasley's, along with Maya. They were all close to Ronald." Solomon said quietly. Hermione wasn't still mourning over Ronald. Well, maybe she was, he didn't know very much. Solomon slugged to his bed and collapsed.

They had gone back in time.