25 Days- Chapter 18
Dec. 18th, 2017 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 18
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 790
Rating: G
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 traditional prompt 18: 
Warning: alternating pov,
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere,
start with part one here: : @dw | @lj
Chapter 18
With Malfoy's exit, and the disappearance of his help there was no way that he could handle his friends on his own. Sighing he left the saloon and walked upstairs to his room. There was nothing to be done, and he didn't want to endanger his friends.
Only when he sat down on his bed did he notice that the parchment was still in his hand. He really shouldn't have, but this message made Malfoy lose his cool. It must be something big. He couldn't help himself, he was interested.
Staring at the paper sadly did nothing to help him. He couldn't make the words out or what they would sound like. There were translation-charms, but he needs his wand for them.
There was a soft knock on his door, and he just shoved the letter under his pillow, before Theo entered: "There you are. Is everything alright?"
"My control is gone, I can't keep it up any longer and Malfoy disapeared too. My only option was to come here. I hoped one of you would notice, but then I didn't want the party to end just because I am gone," he replied.
"Draco went home, he wasn't feeling well. And the others will leave soon too. Should I sent them up here to say their good byes?"
"No, better not, I am kinda tired and I don't want anything to happen. Just let them know that I wish them a very merry Christmas and maybe I will be able to see them before the new year again," he answered hopefully.
"Of course. See you soon, and have a good night."
Even though he had been tired hadn't slept that well. And the first thing in the morning he was doing, was going to the library and search for every French-English dictionary and grammar book he could find. To his surprise he found less than he expected, but one of the dictionaries was even from this decade.
It took him all morning to piece together most of the letter. He even skipped lunch, but was grateful for the platter of cookies that came to be right between his books, where there was enough room on the desk.
He figured he had been able to translate most of it, when suddenly the magic inside him moved. And then there was fire.
He jumped trying to get away from the fire, but also wanting to save at least the books, the letter was lost already.
But before the fire spread it vanished with the last of the letter.
"I should not be surprised that a heathen like you who is not only unable to help himself but also unable of the absolute minimum of control goes and sticks his nose where it does not belong. Growing up in a cupboard must have prohibited you of learning about the privacy of correspondence that is not addressed to you."
The voice was colder than he had ever heard before. But at the same time Malfoy's eyes burned, like the flame that has burned the paper into ashes.
But he somehow was not bothered by it, because what the letter had said was way more disturbing.
"Is it true?"
"It is none of your business, Potter. How dare you to even ask-"
"Why would you do that? Why did you not stop it? Who would do such a thing?"
"You understand nothing! You have no clue what you are talking about, so shut up and give it a rest!" The growl was low and dangerous. For the first time in all his life he became very aware how dangerous the man standing in front of him could be.
"He is your son! How could you leave him behind? How could you let your own father take your son away from you? And what about his mother? What happened to you?"
"Oh, what would you like to know, Potter? Apparently my life is as open to you as my letters are, so forgive me for not keeping you up to date. Where do you want to start? By my nice stay in an asylum? I think you can relate to that. So it is a good starting point. Then I was sold out to my father. And you see my father grew impatient with me. The fact that I am very much bent never meant that much to him after all. So he-"
The vase right next to Malfoy exploded sending shards and flowers everywhere.
He could only stand and stare at Malfoy.
He wanted to know more about it, but at the same time he was uncertain if he really should. Apparently Malfoy's life had been nothing like the one he had envisioned for him.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 790
Rating: G
Prompt:
slythindor100 traditional prompt 18: Warning: alternating pov,
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere,
start with part one here: : @dw | @lj
Chapter 18
With Malfoy's exit, and the disappearance of his help there was no way that he could handle his friends on his own. Sighing he left the saloon and walked upstairs to his room. There was nothing to be done, and he didn't want to endanger his friends.
Only when he sat down on his bed did he notice that the parchment was still in his hand. He really shouldn't have, but this message made Malfoy lose his cool. It must be something big. He couldn't help himself, he was interested.
Staring at the paper sadly did nothing to help him. He couldn't make the words out or what they would sound like. There were translation-charms, but he needs his wand for them.
There was a soft knock on his door, and he just shoved the letter under his pillow, before Theo entered: "There you are. Is everything alright?"
"My control is gone, I can't keep it up any longer and Malfoy disapeared too. My only option was to come here. I hoped one of you would notice, but then I didn't want the party to end just because I am gone," he replied.
"Draco went home, he wasn't feeling well. And the others will leave soon too. Should I sent them up here to say their good byes?"
"No, better not, I am kinda tired and I don't want anything to happen. Just let them know that I wish them a very merry Christmas and maybe I will be able to see them before the new year again," he answered hopefully.
"Of course. See you soon, and have a good night."
Even though he had been tired hadn't slept that well. And the first thing in the morning he was doing, was going to the library and search for every French-English dictionary and grammar book he could find. To his surprise he found less than he expected, but one of the dictionaries was even from this decade.
It took him all morning to piece together most of the letter. He even skipped lunch, but was grateful for the platter of cookies that came to be right between his books, where there was enough room on the desk.
He figured he had been able to translate most of it, when suddenly the magic inside him moved. And then there was fire.
He jumped trying to get away from the fire, but also wanting to save at least the books, the letter was lost already.
But before the fire spread it vanished with the last of the letter.
"I should not be surprised that a heathen like you who is not only unable to help himself but also unable of the absolute minimum of control goes and sticks his nose where it does not belong. Growing up in a cupboard must have prohibited you of learning about the privacy of correspondence that is not addressed to you."
The voice was colder than he had ever heard before. But at the same time Malfoy's eyes burned, like the flame that has burned the paper into ashes.
But he somehow was not bothered by it, because what the letter had said was way more disturbing.
"Is it true?"
"It is none of your business, Potter. How dare you to even ask-"
"Why would you do that? Why did you not stop it? Who would do such a thing?"
"You understand nothing! You have no clue what you are talking about, so shut up and give it a rest!" The growl was low and dangerous. For the first time in all his life he became very aware how dangerous the man standing in front of him could be.
"He is your son! How could you leave him behind? How could you let your own father take your son away from you? And what about his mother? What happened to you?"
"Oh, what would you like to know, Potter? Apparently my life is as open to you as my letters are, so forgive me for not keeping you up to date. Where do you want to start? By my nice stay in an asylum? I think you can relate to that. So it is a good starting point. Then I was sold out to my father. And you see my father grew impatient with me. The fact that I am very much bent never meant that much to him after all. So he-"
The vase right next to Malfoy exploded sending shards and flowers everywhere.
He could only stand and stare at Malfoy.
He wanted to know more about it, but at the same time he was uncertain if he really should. Apparently Malfoy's life had been nothing like the one he had envisioned for him.
