Broomsticks and The Wizards Gauntlet

Broomsticks and the Wizards Gauntlet

Chapter 5

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The new castle that was Hogwarts, looked much like the old school that was now DPU, but there were some stark differences. The bathrooms were fully updated, the fixtures in the school were updated, so no longer was it a dark gloomy school. Unfortunately, Peeves followed to the new school, merely because it wasn’t expected that he would leave the old school and he liked to be cheeky, but other then his ghost, none of the other ghosts had followed. One could only hope, that new ghosts would someday call Hogwarts home again. The new Great Hall had a sound system installed, so that Professor’s could make annoying announcements, while the students tried to eat their meals or hear the latest gossip about what evil things the Slytherins got up to.

Persephone ate her lunch, while reading at the Ravenclaw table. She had been immediately sorted into Ravenclaw upon entrance to Hogwarts. There was some question, since she was a Black, that she could either go into Gryffindor, like Sirius, or even into Slytherin, like the rest of the Blacks, but in the end, Ravenclaw was the place for her. Like Luke, she basically kept to herself. She felt like a bit of a freak to be honest. She was married to Scorpius Malfoy, a boy who had a reputation at Hogwarts, for being a troublemaker and a ladies man. For this reason she chose to go by the maiden name of Black.

She took a bite of salad and turned the page of her book. Mr. Malfoy was still in her thoughts, and she wasn’t sure why. Sure, he was hot, but so was Scorpius and she truly loved her husband with all of her heart. She decided it must have been the shock of what she saw that had her thinking unclean thoughts about her father-in-law. She certainly had no intention on acting on impulse and making a fool of herself. No, she had already done that this morning when a shirtless Draco showed up at her door unannounced. Her attention was suddenly turned away, when music began to blare over the PA system. Students were dancing and then the voice Violetta Longbottom, came over the PA System.

“This song is lighting up the Wizards charts and it’s by none other then, my boyfriend, Scorpius Malfoy. It’s called Sapphires Burn and I think he wrote it for me!” Persephone listened to the acoustic version of a song by her husband, one that she had never heard before and she thought she might cry. This was about her! Her heart sped up as she thought about her man lying in bed, injured and alone. She knew at that moment she had to go to him.

“Oh my god, like, someone said that you’re married to Scorpius, but I don’t believe them.” A seventh year Ravenclaw said to her. Persephone turned, suddenly being drawn out of her thoughts as the song ended.

“What? Yes, I am married to him,” she said with pride.

“I have just been notified by a source that shall not be named, that Scorpius’s mother was in to see the Headmistress today and that Scorpius Malfoy, will be returning to school next week!” Cane the voice over the PA again. Shrill screams could be heard throughout the hall. It wasn’t enough, that he was a famous quidditch star, now he was a rock star too? Persephone sank with the thought of even more attention being hailed on her Prince. The girl who had asked her if she was married to Scorps, was now whispering down the table of gossiping girls.

“You’re lying. He always dated Violetta Longbottom. They were an item for years. He wouldn’t marry someone like you. You’re too plain and well, Violetta is beautiful, and there is history there, between their families.” Persephone was seething and she did the only thing she could think of to get those bitches to leave her alone.

“I’m related to Bellatrix Lestrange. I forced Scorpius to marry me, because I am a mean and vile wicked witch!” Persephone laughed under her breath. Seeing the tormented faces of the Ravenclaw girls at her table was sweet revenge. More whispers, and Persephone reached for her bag made her way to McGonagall’s office.

“Please, can’t I go home to be with my husband?”

“I can’t just allow students to come and go as they please. I have been entrusted by the parents of the children that attend Hogwarts, to watch over them and keep them in school Miss Black.”

“This is unfair!” Persephone sulked in the chair across from McGonagall.

“I trust you heard the announcement Miss Longbottom made in regards to your husband? While I don’t know how she found out about it, I can tell you that the rumor is true. Against my better judgment, I allowed him to return to Hogwarts. I can only hope that he has learned his lesson. That being said, I cannot allow you to leave the school grounds. I’m sorry Miss Black.” As a deflated Persephone left the headmistresses office, she could hear old McGonagall humming Scorpius’s song under her breath. Persephone shot her an incredulous look and McGonagall buried her eyes in her paperwork, slightly embarrassed.

“I’m nothing. The sun sets over my husband, but I can’t get a house elf to pay me attention.” Just then one of the kitchen elves strolled by. Persephone snapped her fingers and called.

“Hey, elf. Elf!” Nothing, the elf continued on its way. “What does he have, that I don’t have? How does Scorpius do this with like no effort whatsoever!” Persephone said throwing her hands up in the air when a group of students walked by her singing Scorpius’s new song.

“Welcome to my world. Scorpius is Scorpius. Best get used to it. I’ve lived in his shadow my whole life. Now it’s your turn,” Luke said with a friendly smile to his sister in law. He had seen her walk away in a huff and he had already heard rumors that she was Bellatrix’s spirit, back from the dead to haunt and taunt the students at Hogwarts.

“How do you handle it? I mean, girls are swooning, boys want to be him. I don’t think I can take it!”

“Yeah, well Scorpius was already quite popular at Hogwarts before we left. He was a quidditch star here before he went Pro. See?” Luke pointed at the glass display case in the hall and all the trophies with Scorpius’s name on engraved on them.

“Look Seph. I love my brother. I got over being jealous of him years ago.”

“That’s cause you’re like this bloody genius, who is probably going to be the one running all things Malfoy in the future,”” Persephone replied.

“Yeah, probably, but you have to know how much my brother loves you. Did you really listen to the lyrics of that song?” Luke raised and eyebrow at Persephone and left her standing in the hallway contemplating his words.

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He rounded the corner and there, pinned up against a wall, lip locked and blushing in another boys arms, was none other then Drew Weasley.

Luke reached in the pocket of his Gryffindor robes and fingered his wand, contemplating hexing the bloke right then and there, when he was suddenly jerked away.

“Check this out! Come on, this is really funny,” Lily Potter said, pulling Luke away. She locked her arm in his and pulled him down the corridor. She stopped in front of the girls lavatory and looked around. Luke was still in shock over seeing Drew kissing Teddy Lupin, so he didn’t fight back when he was unceremoniously shoved into the girls bathroom by Lily Potter. “Watch this. You won’t believe it!” Lily turned the sink on and wadded up several paper towels and then threw the wet wad into one of the toilet stalls.

“Ouch!” A whining voice replied.

“Okay this is the funny part. Ready? Don’t be scared now.” Lily wadded up more and more paper towels and then suddenly Luke was pinned against the bathroom wall by a fuming mad Moaning Myrtle.

“Do you think it’s funny to throw things at the poor DEAD GIRLl? I left the University to come here for a little peace and quiet. I found a nice drain and then SHE starts throwing things at me. Still the same! Ten points if you get it through her HEAD!” Lily was laughing and even Luke couldn’t help but laugh. He had heard stories about the famous Moaning Myrtle.

“Wait…I know you don’t I? I knew your father! YES! Tell him to come visit me. He still owes me…,” Myrtle said, now cozying up to Luke. “You remind me of him. I like you. But YOU!” Myrtle turned on Lily, but Lily already had another wad of sopping paper towels in her hand and she threw it through Myrtles stomach. Myrtle cried and screamed and then splashed back into the commode.

“Sorry Myrtle! Was just having a bit of fun in the head.” Lily chuckled to herself.

“Can I get out of the girls lavatory now?” Luke said smiling at Lily.

“Yep. That was revolting, huh? You okay?” Lily asked as they meandered down the halls of Hogwarts.

“Myrtle doesn’t bother me. I’ve seen a dead body, so a ghost is nothing to me.” Lily scrunched her nose up as if confused, but continued on.

“No, I didn’t mean about Myrtle. I meant about Drew and Teddy. I thought he was going to eat her face off!”

“I didn’t know you saw that.”

“Everyone saw Luke. So you okay?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be alright?” Luke said hiding his broken heart.

“Not many people know about everything that went down, but I am one of them. She’s my cousin remember? You can talk to me Luke. You know, if you ever need to.” Luke stiffened. Lily turned her head as if trying to read his thoughts. She looked deeply concerned and Luke turned away from her stare nervously.

“I’m fine.”

“Okay Mr. Fine, how about that potions lesson then? You can’t say no either, because I booked you for this period. Bought and paid for!” Lily laughed and locked her arm in his again.

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Scorps,

I heard your song today. It brought tears to my eyes. I tried to come home to be with you. I’m worried about you. I love you. McGonagall informs me you will be attending Hogwarts next week. I don’t know how I’m going to wait until then to see you! I love you a thousand times, I love you. Who in the hell is Violetta Longbottom?

Your Sapphire

P.S. I’m keeping the fires burning for you.

Persephone fastened the letter into the tawny owls talons and watched as it flew away. She sat down on the steps outside the owlery and wished she was back in bed with Scorpius, taking care of him. She hadn’t even thought about Mr. Malfoy all day, since hearing Scorpius’s song, and she was thankful for that. She was married to Scorpius, so why should be separated from him? It was preposterous for a teacher to keep her from her husband in his hour of need. She sulked on the steps by the owlery, until she felt something splatter against her face.

“Shit!” Persephone jumped to her feet, wiping the bird droppings from her cheek. “This would never happen to Scorpius!”

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“No, stop. You’re doing it all wrong Lily.” Luke sat across from Lily at the potions table. The Professor had finished grading a few cauldrons that sat on his desk and then had nodded politely to his favorite student, Luke Malfoy and left the room. Now only Luke and Lily remained in the dungeon.

“I just don’t have a flare for this stuff,” Lily said with a frown.

“Sure you do. Do you like to cook?” Luke said rolling up his sleeves and coming over to Lily’s side of the table.

“Yeah, I do actually.”

“Okay, so approach potion making as if it were one of the meals you like to cook. You wouldn’t sprinkle the basil into an empty pan first, would you? No, you would wash the chicken first and then later you would sprinkle the basil over it. There’s an order to doing things right?”

“Yeah! I dunno why I never thought of it like that. You like to cook too don’t you?” Lily asked, smiling up at Luke with her piercing green eyes.

“Yes. Does that make me gay or something?” Luke laughed.

“Not at all. Not at all. So what you’re saying is…Wait, what are you saying? I almost have it I think.”

“Okay, stop stirring. You’re sloshing the potion allover the sides of the cauldron. Each potion has to be stirred in just the right way. A thick potion like polyjuice, needs to be stirred vigorously. Whereas, a simple memory charm, like the one we’re making, needs to be stirred steadily, with full circle strokes. Like this Lily,” Luke put his hand down over Lily’s and stirred with long, full circle strokes. When he felt that she understood what he was teaching, he let go and Lily continued to stir.

“Cool! I get it now. Thanks Luke. So are we done here then?” Lily asked. Luke smirked and picked up the cauldron and carried it to the sink. He dumped the potion out and then turned around to face Lily.

“You want to pass Potions right? We have to start over. You put all the ingredients in the wrong order. Remember lesson one, about the basil?” Lily frowned but nodded. “So look at your list of ingredients and figure out which ones are the base of the potions and then start with those. There’s a logical way of adding ingredients and it depends on which potion you’re making.” Lily read through the list of ingredients again. The first time she brewed the potion, Luke watched her as she dumped ingredient after ingredient into the potion, without a care as to the order by which they were added to the bubbling brew.

“This one is the main ingredient, so this one is the base. Right?” Lily pointed with her finger and Luke nodded with a pleased look on his face. “Then this one?” Luke nodded again.

“You see. Potions isn’t all that hard, is it?”

“Sure, I get it when you teach me. But when Professor Lynch starts talking I feel like he’s speaking goblin, and it all goes right in one ear and out the other.” Luke laughed and assured her that he would tutor her when needed. When Lily finished the potion, Luke dipped the ladle into the mixture and scooped out a cup of the frothy liquid.

“Now we test it. Bottoms up.” Luke drank the potion. Lily repeated what Luke did and now both sat there staring at each other, waiting for the potion to kick in. The potion was a weak memory potion, that allowed a person to see into the other’s mind for a minute only. Any skilled occulemens, could easily block such a potion’s effects if they wanted to, so it wasn’t dangerous and the effects were short lived. He wanted Lily to see the effects of the potion she had just spent an hour making. Luke thought it would boost her confidence to see the results of her labor.

When Luke closed his eyes, he was Lily, and he was flying solo over the Forbidden Forest. Her hair was flapping in the wind and she looked completely happy. Luke smiled at the vision he was seeing. For a moment, he too could feel what it was to live so carefree like Lily Potter did. Gone were his problems of Drew and the rape and the baby, and being chucked by his girlfriend. The potion’s effects ended as abruptly as they began and Luke found himself back in the classroom. Lily was staring at him, with her hand over her mouth.

Luke gulped. It hadn’t occurred to him what Lily might have seen in his memory. There were a lot of things he didn’t want her or anyone else to see, that’s for certain.

“What did you see Lily?” Luke asked nervously.

“Nothing really. You know, you’re a good guy, Luke. You are. Hey, thanks for the lesson. Where did the time go?” Lily said staring out the window and seeing that it was evening now. They had worked straight through dinner.

“Lily, are you frightened of me?” Luke was afraid of what she may have seen.

“Luke, no. I’m really glad we became friends again. You know we used to play naked in the pool together as kids,” Lily giggled and laid a comforting hand on Luke’s shoulder. “So what do I have to do, to get a Prefect to escort me back to Gryffindor tower?” Lily said and Luke held his arm out to Lily and she took it. They strolled through the dark halls together and when they reached Gryffindor tower both stopped in the common room and held hands in front of their bodies. There was a moment when they both gazed into one another’s eyes, and then Luke let go of her hands and wished her a good night. She blushed and turned towards the girls dormitories, looking back once just as Luke turned around and gazed back at her. They both turned quickly as not to let he other notice their stares.

“How could you do this to me Lily?” Drew said under her breath just as Lily plopped down on her four-poster bed and settled in for sleep.

“What? What did I do?” Lily said sitting up in her bunk.

“You know…I saw you with Luke. You know I still have feelings for him, and he’s in love with me,” Drew said back through sniffles.

“You were snogging Teddy Lupin today! Everybody saw you. You can’t have it both ways Drew. Besides, Luke and I are just friends. He’s real lonely Drew. You hurt him really bad. I can see it when I look at him.”

“I hurt him? Hmmph!” Drew rolled over and ignored Lily and Lily turned over and wondered if she was doing something wrong by befriending Luke Malfoy.

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“I brought Scorpius his dinner and I fed the baby,” Hermione announced.

“Yeah, and? Going somewhere?” Draco snaked his arms around Hermione’s waist and pulled her in. Stay here, with me. We can snuggle up by the fire and watch one of those muggle movies you are so keen on.” Draco knew. He knew! He knew she had something to do with this Gauntlet. He could see it written allover her face. He didn’t know the extent to which she was involved, but he knew nonetheless. He wanted her to choose him over her secret meetings with Potter, so he gave her every opportunity.

“That sounds divine, Draco. That really does. But, I promised Harry I’d look over his custody contract.”

“Oh? I thought he and Ginny had all that worked out,” Draco said, brushing his velvety lips over Hermione’s neck.

“They do, for the most part. But Ginny’s barrister drew up a new contract, just to cover emergencies and Harry wants me to look it over. Oh Draco, stop doing that to me, or I’ll never leave.”

“I’ll give you a full body massage, and I’ll even do that thing that you love for me to do. You know, with my tongue…” Draco whispered something in her ear and Hermione melted into his arms.

“Oh, Draco. Tomorrow night, okay, love? I’m sorry. I love you. You know that right?” Hermione said pleadingly. She hated lying to Draco and he was making it so hard for her.

“I know. You could stay though, and tell Harry you’ll look over the contracts tomorrow?” Draco kissed her chin and her lips, his strong hands holding the base of her neck as he pressed his kiss into her. His tongue was swirling in her mouth as he tilted her head back, deepening his kiss. “I need you tonight Hermione. Don’t go.” Hermione finally pulled away and fanned herself.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can Dragon,” she said pulling on her coat. Draco watched her with his arms folded, disappointment and curiosity playing across his face.

“Sure, see ya then Sweetpea.” He waited for her to leave, before throwing on his coat and plucking his sleeping daughter from her crib. He popped into Scorpius’s room but didn’t see the boy. He heard the shower running though so he closed the door tightly and left for The Manor where Blaise was sure to be waiting for him.

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“Thank you for coming tonight. I regret that our last Gauntlet ended in the way that it did, but I assure you that the injured contestant is doing just fine and only a little worse for wear. I hope his accident didn’t dissuade any of the brave wizards amongst us tonight from participating. We still have a very valuable…” Hermione chose her words carefully. The crowd was overflowing. Hermione and Harry had discussed not giving out names of the squibs they were helping anymore, because of the potential that auror’s were in attendance tonight. Harry was prepared should a ruckus break out. He had set up his own brand of traps and wards just in case some auror’s decided to raid. Hermione looked at Harry and then at the audience of masked and unmasked wizards and continued. “… package that needs delivery to America. Without further discussion, I bid all the participants good luck! May you conquer the Gauntlet!” Cheers rang out from the crowd of eager wizards.

Draco was dressed in black. He wore dragon hide boots and carried a cane, as if to make himself appear older then he was. He had cast disillusionment charms over himself, making his blond hair unnoticeable to any who stared. Blaise, stood at his side, his arms folded, watching the scene unfold. Oliver Wood was standing close to Draco, stretching and then dropping down on the ground to do pushups. Draco nearly laughed at the eager Gryffindor. None of the Gryffindors wore masks. It was as if they wanted to show their faces, to prove that they were loyal and courageous. Draco believed it was really so that they could take credit from the cheering crowds.

“Should be a good Gauntlet tonight, eh?” Draco nodded in response when Wood spoke to him. “I guess with the cane you shant be competing? No worries though, because I’m going to win this thing!” Draco reached forward to shake his hand, when both their attentions were turned to the voice of the master of ceremonies.

The Gauntlet began with a masked wizard attempting to run through the spikes and swinging pendulums. Draco watched with interest, his body involuntarily ducking when the wizard should have ducked and lurching upwards when the wizard should have leapt. After two minutes though, the wizard was smacked by one of the swinging pendulums and his run at the Gauntlet was over.

The next wizard to attempt it, did far better. He made it to the maze but then he forgot the spell to get rid of Bogart’s and he succumbed to his worst nightmares. He had to be pulled out of the maze, by the master of ceremonies, his knees trembling and an embarrassed look on his face.

“Er, wish me luck my friend!” Wood turned to Draco and Blaise, before heading up to the platform where the gauntlet was erected. Draco bowed his head to Wood and then watched on as the Pro quidditch player, Oliver Wood, cracked his knuckles and readied his wand. Red light shot from the wand of the Mistress of ceremonies and Wood was off. He made it with ease, through the pendulums and he immediately hit the devils snare with a bolt of white light from his wand.

“Riddikulus!” Could be heard from the maze and then Wood was climbing the rope to the flying course. Draco found himself actually wanting Wood to fall, for some reason. He had just been so boastful and confidant, a quality he hated about Gryffindors. The flying course was made for Wood, as he traversed the flaming rings of fire, flying through them when needed and capturing the clues Harry set out for the contestants along the way. When he reached the end of the flying course the crowd cheered. He was making great time and all that remained now, was the hardest part of the Gauntlet.

The final leg of the treacherous Gauntlet, was a dark tunnel, that sealed itself once the competitor entered into it. The contestants received their clues in the flying portion of the gauntlet and now they were to use them. If they missed even one clue while flying through the hoops of fire, then they had little or no hopes of making it to the end of gauntlet. Wood found himself in a small enclosed room, with solid walls made of stone. He lit his wand’s light and read the clues, shaking his head. When he couldn’t figure them out, he started breaking walls down with a few quickspells. The crowd watched and waited as Wood disappeared inside the tunnel. Nobody could see what went on inside. Thirty minutes rolled by and Harry grew impatient. He turned to Hermione.

“Wood’s agile and fast but not incredibly smart.”

“Did you make the clues too hard?” Hermione asked.

“You be the judge. Harry handed Hermione a small scrap of parchment. She opened it and read the clue. Spells or hexes, jinxes and fibs, braun alone won’t free your squib.”

“Well this is too easy Harry!” Hermione noted. “Spells and hexes and jinxes are all the same but fibs, are different. So he has to tell a lie to the wall and it will open.”

Harry clucked his tongue and gave Hermione a lopsided smile. “That’s the hardest clue Hermione. I thought it was pretty easy when I made it up. I guess Wood is stuck. I should go help him out.” Harry started down towards the last event of the gauntlet when Wood finally exited the tunnel with his hands in the air. The crowd cheered and Harry turned to Hermione and clapped. Hermione sighed and shook her head. His performance in the last part of the course was pathetic, but he was the only one who made it through the gauntlet tonight, so he would be declared the winner. Hermione slinked forward and raised his hand in the air, declaring him the winner of this weeks Gauntlet.

“Congratulations.” She handed Wood a piece of parchment with instructions and he bowed to the masked Mistress of Ceremonies. Hermione put a charmed necklace around his neck with a medallion on the end of it. Wood held it up to the crowd and everyone clapped and cheered.

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“So now what happens, Blaise?” Draco whispered to his friend and assistant.

“Now, he is given private instructions and then he escorts the squib and their family to America. None of this could have ever taken place without your law Draco. Now do you see why it’s so important that you win reelection? This is what it’s come to. Never doubt yourself or your conviction.” Draco clapped Blaise on the back and thanked him for his kind words. He started off through the crowd. Witches and wizards were all enjoying food and drink and loud music. After every Gauntlet, a party was held and the family of those they were helping, were usually present. Draco stopped when he saw Theo Nott and his family, shaking hands with Wood. They were smiling and thanking the Seeker for accepting the job of getting them out of Britain. Draco suddenly felt small. His friend was having to leave the country, because he couldn’t get the squib laws passed. This was all his fault, or so he thought. He approached Theo, but waited until the small crowd around the Nott’s had cleared, before extending his hand to the man.

“Goodluck, in America. I promise that I’ll bring you back though. It won’t be this way forever here. Not if I have my way.”

“Draco? Is that you?” Theo said looking closer at the masked man in black.

“Shhh, let’s just say it’s someone who cares, and thinks that Britain is your home and you shouldn’t have to leave your home.” He laid a hand on his shoulder, wished him and his family good luck and prosperity in America, and then Draco disappeared into the crowd.

“Join the party Hermione. I included butterbeer to the menu, because I know how you don’t approve of alcohol being served at The Gauntlet’s.”

“No, no thanks Harry. I just want to go home. I passed up a wonderful night with my husband to be here. I think he was deeply hurt too,” Hermione said spinning around when she felt something brush by her. She spun on her heels, to see a mysterious man in black, with a black diamond mask covering his face.When she looked at him she felt like a haze was over him, like she couldn’t quite see him yet there he was right in front of her. He was leaning against a tree and watching the crowd from a distance. She didn’t remember ever seeing this wizard at any of the Gauntlets before tonight. She made her way over to him and cleared her throat.

“Good Gauntlet tonight, wasn’t it?” The man set his cane down against the tree and turned to face her. He nodded. “I guess with the cane and all you just came to watch.” The man made no movement with his head this time, he just stared at Hermione and Hermione felt her cheeks flush with heat. Who was this mysterious man and why did Hermione feel so affected by his presence? She turned to leave, feeling uncomfortable, and the man stopped her by reaching for her hand. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of her hand, tenderly. He then brushed past her again and when Hermione turned, he was gone. She noticed his cane still propped against the tree and she took it into her hand, her heart beating wildly.

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All was quiet in the Ravenclaw tower and Persephone had fallen asleep by the fire in the common room. She had tried to go to bed, but when she entered the girls’ dormitory, a rather loud and descriptive conversation was going on, about none other then her husband. The girls were being vulgar and talking about the things they would do to Scorpius if he were their man. Some were plotting ways to get him to fall for them once he arrived back at Hogwarts. Disgusted, Persephone announced that they were talking about her husband and that they should stop, but they just laughed at her and called her La-Strange. She had eventually flopped down with a book and fallen off to sleep on the couch in the common room. Hours later she awoke, to hands around her waist. She bolted upright and lit a candle next to her.

“Scorpius!?” What on Earth…how did you get in here? Oh baby, I missed you!” She threw her arms around her husband. He was nestled up next to her. She kissed him, but worried when she noticed that he was barely kissing her back. “You shouldn’t have left Serenity, baby. Oh my God, Scorpius! You’re bleeding!” The injury on his leg had opened up and he was bleeding allover the purple couch in the common room.

“What did you do?” Persephone said, frantically tearing the fabric of his trousers in order to get a better look at his injury.

“I got your letter and I couldn’t sleep without you, so I flew here on my broom.”

“Oh, Scorpius, I love you so much. Wait…You are on meds baby! You can’t be flying at night while on that potion. You’re supposed to be in bed for another week.”

“Yeah, I know. I crashed into the whomping willow by the college and had to walk the rest of the way. My broom was smashed to smithereens. I loved that broom.”

“Never mind the bloody broom, we have to get you to the hospital wing!”

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Hermione closed the door to Serenity ever so lightly, as not to wake Draco. She tiptoed through the foyer and into the kitchen where she lit a lantern.

“Harry’s papers all good then?” Draco was sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee in his hand, glaring at her.

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