Bruce Wayne: The Fifth Marauder

Chapter 29: Turn of events

A/N Hey there everyone, sorry it took me so long to update (lately I'm more preoccupied for what's going on around the globe than with this story but I'm still writing it and I intend to finish it) now carry on with your reading~

Hagrid's Hut (a month after the Christmas ball)

"Sah yeh went teh the bawl only to talk help Bahkhbeakh" proceeded Hagrid as he poured tea to the three third years

"Yeah, but that's not even half of the story" said Draco as he gazed at his cup solemnly

"But before we start with this," interjected Hermione looking at Draco straight in the eye, not wanting to share the bad news just yet, she then turned to Hagrid "How are your class ideas going? Got any new interesting animals to teach the other years?"

"Yeh co'd say that," said Hagrid as he sat down with a cup of tea, he spent the time during the Christmas holiday researching on the previous professor's lessons so the situation that was with the hipogrief (s?) wouldn't happen again "but I ain't gonna say anythin' 'till you see it yerself, it's a surprise"

The atmosphere inside the hut became somehow thick for the teens

"Anayway, 'ow did ze plan with the bawl go?"asked Hagrid as he took a sip and instantly cringed at the taste but although not admitting anything in respect he still nodded to the cups encouragingly

"Well," began Hermione as she pushed the teacup away from her and with a heavy sigh began retailing in short the events that took place during the ball "...and then once we thought we've met enough of douchebags... along came another one as a desert"

Hagrid frowned at that "Whah can beh worst than ah perverted man?"

"My father" Draco all but growled "he dicided to pay a visit to the Christmas ball, and despite of us wearing masks he still was able recognize me..."

The two teens turned around to see a tall man in a white wastecoat with a huge black harlequin mask. You could tell that the man behind the mask was sneering down at them even before he took it off.

"I thought that you will hold to at least some part of your dignity but you have proven me wrong by even breathing the same air as this mudblood" said Mr Malfoy as he turned to Hermione who gave him a cold glare "What can I say? Dirt sticks with dirt" the adult remarked as he regarded both of them.

Draco looked down at his shoes completely paralyzed by his father's presence, but this did not mean Hermione wouldn't hold back.

"That's funny, I don't see a mirror or your friends anywhere" she said

Lucious glared at her and was tempted to draw out his wand but instead leaned closer to the witch " I don't know which charms you used on my son but believe me, young lady, with my power I can easily and your existence into a witchhunt just like your ancestors did to our kind many years ago" he looked at Draco who still didn't utter a single word " I will be honest when I received the letter from you about the giant's pet, I did not expect that by that time we be bewitched by this mudblood"

That was the final straw for Draco to look up at his fathers face and with all the strength and the courage that he still possessed said firmly "I did not write you any letter, despite of the fact of you disowning me this does not give you the right to come up to me and talk to my friend and I like this. And if you did receive the leisure thinking it was from me you might want to take The closer inspection on it and see if it smells like a barn farm most likely it was the Weasley's. So in other words you just did something on the behalf of the red freckled family, oh they will be so happy to hear that"