"What's his name again?" "Aberforth. Now, erm, have fun." Draco replied, "And, you know, if you need any help at all then talk to the headmaster, Albus Potter.." "But I call him professor, right?" Draco nodded, "Professor Potter is very friendly with Scorpius..." "But weren't they best friends in school?" She interrupted again. "Yes, they were. Now, listen. You've been kept hidden for a reason and...oh for goodness sake!" Aberforth popped out the front door of the Leaky Cauldron in an unusually merry state - for him. "Ha ha! Mr Malfoy, good to see you. And you, my dear girl! It's such a fine day, care for a drink?" Aberforth proudly thrust his monstrously large pint in the air and took a swig. He sighed happily, then he jerked back to life; a loud honk from a car sounded and Aberforth pulled them away from the busy London Streets and into the jolly pub.
Many greetings sounded (some a little warily - it was Draco Malfoy, after all), but the overall lightheartedness of the environment was warming. The girl had of course seen people, and witches and wizards, before, but the excited greetings of these people - strangers, in fact - was a little overwhelming. She forced a smile, but being locked away for almost 12 years hadn't taught her any manners. So when a small wizard grabbed her arm kindly, she flicked him away with the back of her hand. "Get off me!" The small wizard peered through his glasses at her. "Off to Hogwarts my dear?" he attempted a grin and, when she nodded sarcastically, he bowed and turned away from her. He could see there was no point in explaining he was the charms professor: and that it would only lower her already-very-low mood.
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Fantasy*Harry Potter and the Next Lestrange* 40 years after Harry Potter faced Voldemort in the final battle, Hogwarts gets interesting again. Ariana Lestrange - niece of Bellatrix Lestrange - arrives as a first year and so does a new group of witches and...
