The Lost Souls

Ch 15 // escape and plans

It was summer already. It's the fifth day waking up away from Hogwarts. All students were having fun or counting the days till school would start again. Harry Potter himself was among those marking the days. Draco was hoping he could convince his father, or if not, his mother, to let them come over for the rest of the break. He didn't know anything detailed about their muggle life, but he knew from the letter he'd snatched from their hands that it wouldn't be very good.

So when he woke up, he walked all the way down from his room in the third floor and to the first floor where the kitchen and living room were. "Draco, dear, did you sleep well?" asked the sweet voice of his mother. He looked to her sitting down on the couch, facing the dancing flames in the fireplace that always remained awake throughout day and night for as long as time. "Yes, mother. I was wondering if a few of my friends could come stay over for the rest of the summer?" asked Draco.

His mother's face showed worry and he thought it wouldn't happen. "Well I suppose, but first, who are they?" she asked. "Harry Potter and his cousin, Dudley Dursley. Dudley's mother was actually part magic. His father is a squib, too. So they do have some magic in them" said Draco. His mother stayed silent for a long moment.

"I'm sure we can figure something out" promised his mother, and he smiled. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she meant it. That she would do everything in her power to get Draco's friends to stay the rest of the break, even thought it's barely the start of it. "Thanks, mum" he said before he went to the dinning table with only a single plate full of breakfast just for him.

Pansy was with her parents and she already knew they were okay with her friend. "How are we supposed to just take her from her home?" asked her mother. "Her family will miss her" thought her father. "No, you don't understand. Her mother's boyfriend doesn't like her at all! He hurts her" said Pansy quickly. Her parents were surprised and weren't sure what to think at first.

"Well then come on. I think we should side-apparate. Hold still" said her father before he took the his daughter with him to where her best friend lived. Her mother apparated separately and arrived beside them. "This house looks smaller than our manor, but bigger than average muggle houses around it" observed her father. Pansy didn't listen. She could only hope her friend was okay.

"How do they greet strangers here? And how do we enter?" asked her father. He was always one to question things and make statements about what he sees. His wife was always one to help out and be caring, and was hardly ever rude to anyone.

"I think we knock on their door with a fist, and wait till they open it for us. Then introduce yourself, and you either state why were here or in this case make a distraction while I look for Hermione" said Pansy. "Of course, that's an excellent idea" said her mother. They approached the fancy oak doors of the home.

Right when they were about to knock, they noticed a button on the wall next to the door. Curiously, Pansy's father used his index finger to push it. It made a sort of bell on the inside to alert of company. He seemed oddly impressed by it, but quickly got over it when the door opened and he saw the face of a man.

He was disgusted by just his appearance. His hair was starting to grey, his clothes looked much too sloppy, even though it seemed expensive compared to other muggle clothing he's unfortunately seen. "May I help you, sir?" asked the man, realizing he was looking at someone who was very powerful. Though, he didn't know in what way. He only assumed by his clothes seeming to appear one of a kind, and expensive.

Pansy's father sensed a part of his outfit needed a bit of fixing and straightened his tie. "Yes, I wish to speak with you about, er, real estate?" he said uncertainly. The fact he said it in question format wasn't realized by the man. "I'll talk about it but I'm most positive I won't be buying" said the man, allowing him in, and eyeing his wife as she followed after him. Their child went unnoticed inside and even outside of the room.