Draco Malfoy and the Pregnancy test
The Alphabet of Detachedness.
chpt 2 - incomplete
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- Does it hurt terribly, Draco?
- Well, it comes and it goes. Still, I consider myself lucky.
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- Potter! Potter! Is it true you fainted? I mean you actually fainted?
- How does he find out?
- Just forget it.
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- Egypt! What's it like?
- Brilliant! Loads of old stuff like Mummies, tombs. Even Scabbers enjoyed himself.
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- Shove off, Malfoy!
- Malfoy, shove off!
- Shove off, Malfoy!
- Oh, please!
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Such area in the black magic as horcruxes…
To Draco, the disaster was sudden and total, and it was absolutely not what Draco Malfoy would have ever expected from his destiny – or his family.
On that day, both betrayed him. He was only 7, and the strangenessof this frontal collision , above all, apparently had come to stay. He didn't even possess such concepts in his vocabulary then. However, he knew:
- He was a lonely child remaining at the site of a catastrophe
- Who of course simply wasn't able to realize its entire scope – merely for the immaturedness of his mind
However, a part of him kept watching the execution, as if mid-dozing –
… and this part had to be awake, and mature – didn't it?
It then became a permanent agenda - establishing the quick and powerful connection to this surreal self, who seemed to be all-knowing. It was no time to research how and why this interface was at all possible – or, whether a small child was supposed to learn that much. There was no one else to get him out of there. And whatever silly and abandoned he could be – he didn't want him to die.
Pity, he wasn't aware that a totally hopeless situation looked a bit different, he would have spent much less time grieving about the adversity.
Everything halted. His spirit had been knocked out and the spirit – and the Malfoys don't belive in an independent human spirit – it passed out and returned to its cell on the wall, and it was watching over him from up there – utterly numb and helpless. He watched the fractured bones stirring in ashes. In the mesh of his own meat.
Nobody's ever paid attention to something unusual about the whole thing.
Even he didn't pay attention at first, he simply gatherd there was some source that enabled his further movements. The strange dissociation in his own consciousness – that was what he practically had no time for.
There was a pack of alien information incapsulated on the site of the disaster, the rest went on unfolding in a kind of absurd way. He was snatching the delicate shreds of shiny cloth, lines of unreadable scratching on them, he used the information as salvation texts were flashing before him – bit he made believe he wasn't doing any such thing – because everybody else did. Along with all of them, he pretended, that nothing of the kind was happening , that nothing of the kind was possible, in the first place. Because, really, he saw that alien package and they – didn't.
That's exactly the reason why the two kept robbing him – they couldn't see it and were sure his position was hopeless. They were sure it was hopless, because that 's exactly what it had been intended to be.
Since creating a totally hopeless situation was the only means of effective control that Lucious knew of.
The horcrux magic is, indeed, a very powerful set of guaranteed murders.
But no one ever wondered what could possibly neutralize such acts – precisely because of their reputation. No one, in the entire magic community, until the last one of the Malfoys was cornered alone with the issue. And then, the opportunistic Malfoy nature performed a trick, and very unexpected conclusions they were, which the young Malfoy was drawn to.
And it was just a side effect of everything he had learned – his knowledge that the Griffindors would inevitably lose this war, eventually.
The knowledge came then and there, and nobody would spot at the time any connections between his personal drama and what came over the pathetic Order in the end of it all.
He'd always known that they were going to lose.
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