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Adult +
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Sonitus Silentium
He sat alone at the Slytherin end of the great circular table, which had replaced the House Tables, in the Great Hall.
Oh, the new table was supposed to help erase \"House loyalties which divide us,\" as that old bastard Dumbledore was fond of nattering on about. He smiled grimly. It had, to some degree. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw and Gryffindor had no problem mixing together.
The Slytherins, however, were left strictly alone by the students from the other Houses. There were a few rare exceptions, of course. A few students had younger or older brothers and sisters in Slytherin, like that arrogant brat, Isabelle. Hermione Granger and a few other idealists would sometimes defiantly sit in the middle of the unofficial Slytherin section of the circle in the early days. They had long since bowed to pressure from the other houses and rejection from the Slytherin students, who didn\'t like being used as political causes, and now usually chose to sit as far from them as they could.
He was alone because he had gotten up early for breakfast this Saturday after a rare party in his House. He had attended for the first half-hour or so, pretended he was enjoying himself, then got tired of the charade and went to bed. He didn\'t feel like parties and saw nothing to celebrate, not even the end of exams.
The usual passel of owls came silently through the open window at the north end of the Hall, swooping down to the table with gifts and letters. He almost looked up, expecting to see his eagle owl bearing the usual treats from his mother, before he remembered she was dead. No one sent him owls these days. He stared at the other students as they opened their packages and took their letters.
He felt a nip on his left arm. Puzzled, he looked down and saw a Great Gray owl, holding out its leg impatiently. He took the scroll it held, instinctively reaching for a Sickle to give it, but itw aww away before he could do more than touch his money pouch.
The scroll was tied with a black ribbon. He slid it off and opened the scroll, scanning it quickly.
When he saw the words \"Charity S. Niagara, Marriage Minister\" at the bottom, he knew what it had to be. Some damned Mudblood was going to try to make a blood traitor out of him.
He rose from the table and stalked back down to the dungeons, rolling the scroll back up as he did so. He was not going to give the rest of the school the satisfaction of knowing which stupid Mudblood was after him.
When he had safely retreated to his room, he opened the scroll and read it thoroughly. His already pale face lost what little color it had. He read it, then re-read it, hoping for a loophole, searching for evidence that he was making things up.
After a third reading, he stared blankly at the Slytherin banner hanging next to his small, high window. A tear formed at the corner of his right eye.
Johanna Lindsey-Smith, a Muggle-born Witch who hadn\'t believed he had switched sides in the War, who had tried to use the Killing Curse on him during battle, had decided to use the Marriage Law to destroy him instead.
She was going to kill him.
Numbly, Draco Malfoy sat in his elegant, sparsely decorated bedroom while students awoke and went outside to play in the sun. Finally, he closed his eyes and thought. The Marriage Law required that any wizard of Pure heritage marry someone of at least one quarter Muggle blood.
Galvanized, he dropped the scroll to the ground and searched through his books until he found his genealogical works. There had to be a suitable Witch of proper age without too much taint who could save him from this torment.
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Author\'s Note: The chapter title is my attempt at translating \"Sounds of Silence\" into Latin. Anyone who might know a better phrase is welcome to let me know what it is. I will edit if there is a better expression of the concept in Latin than the current title.
Oh, the new table was supposed to help erase \"House loyalties which divide us,\" as that old bastard Dumbledore was fond of nattering on about. He smiled grimly. It had, to some degree. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw and Gryffindor had no problem mixing together.
The Slytherins, however, were left strictly alone by the students from the other Houses. There were a few rare exceptions, of course. A few students had younger or older brothers and sisters in Slytherin, like that arrogant brat, Isabelle. Hermione Granger and a few other idealists would sometimes defiantly sit in the middle of the unofficial Slytherin section of the circle in the early days. They had long since bowed to pressure from the other houses and rejection from the Slytherin students, who didn\'t like being used as political causes, and now usually chose to sit as far from them as they could.
He was alone because he had gotten up early for breakfast this Saturday after a rare party in his House. He had attended for the first half-hour or so, pretended he was enjoying himself, then got tired of the charade and went to bed. He didn\'t feel like parties and saw nothing to celebrate, not even the end of exams.
The usual passel of owls came silently through the open window at the north end of the Hall, swooping down to the table with gifts and letters. He almost looked up, expecting to see his eagle owl bearing the usual treats from his mother, before he remembered she was dead. No one sent him owls these days. He stared at the other students as they opened their packages and took their letters.
He felt a nip on his left arm. Puzzled, he looked down and saw a Great Gray owl, holding out its leg impatiently. He took the scroll it held, instinctively reaching for a Sickle to give it, but itw aww away before he could do more than touch his money pouch.
The scroll was tied with a black ribbon. He slid it off and opened the scroll, scanning it quickly.
When he saw the words \"Charity S. Niagara, Marriage Minister\" at the bottom, he knew what it had to be. Some damned Mudblood was going to try to make a blood traitor out of him.
He rose from the table and stalked back down to the dungeons, rolling the scroll back up as he did so. He was not going to give the rest of the school the satisfaction of knowing which stupid Mudblood was after him.
When he had safely retreated to his room, he opened the scroll and read it thoroughly. His already pale face lost what little color it had. He read it, then re-read it, hoping for a loophole, searching for evidence that he was making things up.
After a third reading, he stared blankly at the Slytherin banner hanging next to his small, high window. A tear formed at the corner of his right eye.
Johanna Lindsey-Smith, a Muggle-born Witch who hadn\'t believed he had switched sides in the War, who had tried to use the Killing Curse on him during battle, had decided to use the Marriage Law to destroy him instead.
She was going to kill him.
Numbly, Draco Malfoy sat in his elegant, sparsely decorated bedroom while students awoke and went outside to play in the sun. Finally, he closed his eyes and thought. The Marriage Law required that any wizard of Pure heritage marry someone of at least one quarter Muggle blood.
Galvanized, he dropped the scroll to the ground and searched through his books until he found his genealogical works. There had to be a suitable Witch of proper age without too much taint who could save him from this torment.
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Author\'s Note: The chapter title is my attempt at translating \"Sounds of Silence\" into Latin. Anyone who might know a better phrase is welcome to let me know what it is. I will edit if there is a better expression of the concept in Latin than the current title.