Memento Mori ✨ H.Potter

One: Malfoys

Ingress watched as the man beside him squirmed slightly, hesitance radiated from his physical appearance and fear in the colour of black tainted the man's eyes. The man turned to the raven-haired boy, his eyes begging for a saviour while his eyes flickered with brilliant golden flecks.

"I won't save you, foolish muggle," A curt voice sounding light yet impossibly intimidating sounded from the boy.

There was a snicker to the front of the pair, calm blue eyes found their way to cowardly brow ones.

"I'll go speak with Lucius and Narcissa about the arrangements," the boy continued to speak his gaze unwaveringly, "is there anything else you'd like, my Lord?"

The small decrepit nod of dismissal from a bundle in the back of the room was all the boy needed. Taking heed to grab the polished broom from the side of the wall, one single glance was spared at the muggle who dared to eavesdrop of the Dark Lord's conversation. The poor arrogant soul was hitting the floor by the time the teen had closed the door behind him.

The cold night air was more than enough to keep the teen-focused on the task at hand as he had no desire to die by falling off his broom. The wind howled around him, raven hair flying out behind his head in every direction as his locks got tangled at the speeds he zoomed across the lands. Unable to apparate yet, the teen was left with minimal choices as he guardian wouldn't be picking him up or dropping him off any time soon. The teen was only fourteen after all, given the legal wizarding age was seventeen he had a few years yet. 

Finally, after getting beaten by the wind, Ingress made it to the Malfoy Manor. After crossing the gates, Ingress set his broom in its usual place just outside the doors where a house-elf would no doubt look after it. Before the curly-haired boy could even raise his hand to reach for the knocker, Mrs Malfoy had opened the door. 

"Ingress my dear, lovely to see you," Narcissa greeted in a tight yet kind manner. 

"It's good to see you too, Narcissa," Ingress greeted with a small smile. 

The boy took a second to look over Narcissa, flawless robes with light makeup painting her fair skin. Her beautiful blue eyes flickered a murky colour briefly, her smile tightening as the hue grew. 

"What caused this surprise visit, Ingress?" 

"Orders. It'd be best if I could speak with Lucius too. Is he around?" Ingress diverted his attention back to the conversation at hand. 

"He's at work," Narcissa frowned, "But he shouldn't be more than an hour if you'd like to stay seeing as you flew all the way here." 

"As long as I'm not intruding," Ingress accepted as Narcissa moved from the door. 

"To worry about that," Narcissa fondly scoffed as she lead Ingress to the living room. 

After a few minutes, the two were seated and cups of tea had been served with both having engaged in idle chatter. 

"How is dear Lillian? I'd imagine you'd be heading back over to Australia for the schooling year?" Narcissa shot a few questions at Ingress, her eyes gaining a purple hue.

"Lillian is doing well, rather over being my caretaker, to be frank, but I can't blame her," Ingress chuckled, "as for school... I believe it's currently mid-semester but with late events, I was called back to England. On that note, Hogwarts goes back in a few weeks?"

"Yes," Narcissa perked at the mention of Hogwarts, "Draco is looking forward to going back. There's the Quidditch World Cup match coming up too. Perhaps Lucius would agree to take you too?"  

"That would be nice, Ireland versus Bulgaria if I recall?" Ingress stifled a snort of amusement, "I'd bet the Irish win." 

"Even with Krum on their side?" A third voice joined the conversation.