Inside his grey eyes

Chapter 1: They grew, they changed

31st of August

“We are leaving!” Molly Weasley shouted to her son Percy who smiled and waved to them “Have a nice time” he replied back and made some steps away as the dirt white ash fall on the fireplace and green lights surround the 2 women and the 2 men. Mother and daughter, son and father.

31st of August

In front of the huge, made by iron, door which leading to the dark manor Miss Malfoy and her son who walked from inside looked eachother and they didn’t change any word then they departed from there with apparation without a second look to the dark tremendous house.

Narcissa and Draco appeared in front of the Twilfitt and Tatting's clothes shop in order to buy a new Slytherin robe for the new year in Hogwarts, he was taller than the last time he wear a robe like that plus, except he couldn’t fit on it his former, sixth year robe, was so big and width for him to wear it now. He was skinny; not thin like he usually was but unhealthy skinny. Narcissa turned and looked into her son’s eyes and he returned the look, emotionless. She could see absolutely nothing in his look, just the grey abyss of his eyes, like he was completely insensitive. He kept staring back to her with the same cool gaze. Narcissa sighed worriedly as she could see the grief, the pain and the sadness her precious son was bearing.  Draco didn’t want to get out of the house anymore, actually nor even out of his own room, after all the damage his father caused to him, to the whole Malfoy family. He knew after everything which had happen that everybody loathed him, everyone; people who knew and people who didn’t know only were trying to find the best opportunity to make laugh of him and how low he had fall or to put it better, to reduced him. The only thing that Narcissa did was to stroke his cheek in a caring and lovingly way and to give him a small but radiant and full of hope smile. He didn’t smile back at all, he couldn’t, and he didn’t feel it to do it so, he just had the same, stuffless and emotionless face. 

After some time, the beautiful blonde lady took hers son’s hand and with a deep breath they entered the shop’s door.

At the same time, to a nearby cheap clothes shop, the Weasley family had already start to pick out their Gryffindor’s robes and amend them. Of course, jokes and small talks about what had happened the last May were taking part on the enthousiasm group of people. Ginny was bristling to the mirror her bright-new robe which she had just bought. The robe was like it was designed for her; thing it made her really excited. She was acting somehow strangely, when she was younger, she really never cared about how does she look, she knew that she always were bright and pretty in her own special way without trying to be, he beauty was, is and always be natural but today was different; she wanted to be ready and prettier than ever as she was expecting a really special visitor; her boyfriend Harry James Potter, who she hadn’t see for a long time because of his many obligations to take care off and that is why everyone was thinking that Ginny had change. Ginny never cared how pretty she will look and never cared what a guy will say, she was confindent but since she started dating Harry all this confidence had dissapeared. After a long look on the mirror she finally took her things and went with her brothers and mother to visit her older brother George who was running the biggest and funniest shop in the whole alley.