‘The Apprentice and the Necromancer’ by JunoMagic
Chapters 171–180
Dragons, Badgers, and Other Animals
Draco scowled at the parchment on his desk and wondered how the hell he had turned into an overachieving pen-pusher and part-time spy.
Then Draco flicked his wand at the scroll and filed it in one of the pigeonholes of the giant cupboard that took up most of the wall opposite his desk. Then he glanced at his watch.
‘Shite!’
He jumped up and grabbed his cloak. Hannah would kill him if he wasn’t on time.
Still, he hesitated in front of the office of his boss. At five o’clock on New Year’s Eve, the Ministry of Magic was almost deserted. Well, he supposed there were still house-elves around. And you never knew where and when an Unspeakable might turn up. And of course there were always Aurors on duty.
It would be the perfect opportunity to search the office one more time.
Why am I so convinced that Umbridge has something to do with everything that has happened? he wondered. Sure, she’s a nasty bit of business. Especially her pink fetish. But since Severus’ trial she hasn’t really tried to do anything. Not even when she could have…
He shook his head and hurried past the door. Go get Hannah from the Leaky. Go home, get changed. Show up at the Burrow. And since when did a Malfoy spend New Year’s with the Weasleys?
The moment he stepped into the Floo, he caught sight of a figure hurrying towards the visitors’ entrance from Muggle London.
Umbridge? In the Ministry on New Year’s Eve? Meeting a Muggle? He must have been mistaken.
oooOooo
‘What?’ Draco asked and glared at Hannah.
But his Hufflepuff lover was not easily intimidated. ‘You look dashing, dear,’ she said. ‘But…if you don’t mind my asking…’
He refrained from pointing out that she would ask no matter if he minded or not.
‘…what are you afraid of?’
He looked at his reflection in the mirror and preened slightly at the low whistle that issued from the mirror. But then he narrowed his eyes. In spite of the new spiky haircut, he still looked like his father in his dark-green satin dressrobes. Only younger.
‘I…’ He noticed that he clenched his teeth. Before the mirror could comment, he turned around to face Hannah. The imperturbable hospitality-apprentice leaned against the doorjamb. She was dressed in practical Muggle jeans, a tight top that he thoroughly appreciated, and blue robes that accentuated the cornflower-colour of her eyes.
He went to her and put his arms around her. ‘What is it about you,’ he asked, ‘that people simply want to lay out their lives before a bartender? Their greatest fears and most secret desires?’
Hannah rolled her eyes at him and remained silent.
He growled at her.
She simply waited.
He glared at her.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer her question. Well, he didn’t want to. But he would. That—well, damn—she deserved an answer if she asked him something.
‘They’ll like you better if you come without your armour,’ Hannah said at last. She slipped away from him and walked to their bed. A moment later she tossed him his favourite green sweater. ‘I like the cufflinks with those little serpents. And ordinary black robes, I think.’
oooOooo
‘Harry and Ginny!’
‘The lovely couple!’
‘Hear, hear!’
‘Harry, my sister’s really a lovely person. She deserves a good husband. So…marry her before she finds one?’
‘She’d have to start looking first.’
‘She didn’t moon over him for seven years. They are destined for each other, you dolt. That’s romantic!’
‘All the best to you, my dears!’
‘And what the hell has Potter done with his hands?’
‘OUCH! Did you absolutely have to step on my toes, Hannah? Couldn’t you have simply said “Shut up, you prat!â€â€™
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‘I do not like repeating questions,’ Severus said, frowning at Harry’s brightly coloured hands. ‘But in this case I’ll make an exception. What the hell have you done with your hands?’
‘Tattoos,’ Harry answered with a wild grin. He balled his hands to fists and aligned the knuckles in a threatening gesture, with the backs of his hands to the front. ‘The Ministry’s efforts have helped me to develop a new appreciation for that art.’
On his joint hands a badger growled, a serpent slithered, an eagle beat his wings, and a lion reared up on his hind legs. Black letters swirled along the edges of his hands: ‘Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus.’
‘Fuck, Potter —they move!’
‘How…juvenile,’ Severus sneered. ‘Harry Potter decides to cut loose and what is the result? He gets a tattoo of the Hogwarts coat of arms on the backs of his hands. Sirius Black had more imagination than that!’
Draco noticed how Hermione shared his reaction: they both winced. But Hermione also put her hand on Severus’ arm. On the other side of the table Ginny mimicked that gesture, snaking her hand around Harry’s arm.
‘Severus,’ Hermione murmured, leaning close to her cranky husband. ‘Really. Remember Harry’s scars? I think you of all people should understand if he doesn’t want to spend his life with a mark on the back of his hand.’
‘Mark?’ Severus snorted, unconsciously rubbing his left arm. ‘A few scars. I’d hardly call that a mark.’
‘I would,’ Draco put in. He nodded an apology at Harry. ‘I wouldn’t like to see curse-marks from Umbridge’s special quill on my hand day in day out.’ He grinned at Harry. ‘Though I don’t know that I’d want to be reminded of my old school every day either. Anyway, that’s some excellent work you’ve got there. Must have hurt like hell, though.’
Harry managed just the right kind of smile—slightly crooked and definitely bold. ‘Madame Dubois. I figured I should use the opportunity of having such a renowned wizarding artist around.’
Ginny flushed and caressed the hands of her fiancé. And Severus Snape scowled into his goblet, his right hand still curled around his left forearm.
Dragons, Badgers and Other Animals
Oh how i would love to have a magic tattoo! Or two or three! *grin*
I am still astonished at Draco’s lack intelligence here. If he eels something is wrong and that something is going on at the MOM why doesn’t he say something about it?
He is a Slytherin for Merlin’s sake… *rolls eyes*
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Surprise, surprise! Someone was using polyjuice!
And she is dead! Oh…i’m sorry for that!
I wish Hermione could have had the pleasure of some revenge first and that the frog would spend the rest of her life in Azkaban!
Oh well…there’s always the After Life…
Draco’s point of view was amazing. Sweet.*sigh*
Back to Hogwarts
Hermione, when did you start thinking of me as all-powerful?’
Hmm that must be a bit scary! But what is worse at this moment?
That she has so much faith in his strenght or that he has so little?
Sorrow Like a Precious Treasure
I believe i would have the same problem. Good or bad some memories are too precious to be lost.
And he doesn’t believe he will return alive…that doesn’t help either!
Damned situation…
Twisted Branches Upon the Beach
This was bittersweet!
And i know i keep saying this, but i do feel sorry for them!
I am letting you know that I am here prematurely because OWL is down and both you and zauza have totally piqued my insatiable curiosity regarding *impending ebils*
Since neither of you would tell me what it was, but I have been assured that you are, in fact, evil, I hereby declare that your punishment-in-advance is that your reviews are being stockpiled…you will have to post on OWL to get them!
That’s right. I am withholding reviews. 😛
*hugs and kisses*
*hopes the ebil doesn’t make me cry*
YOU should be studying!
LOL
A Short-Cut of Death
Oh… i had totally forgotten about Colin’s words! *DOH!*
I should have thought about it, it was there so clearly!
Of course. I like it when things start to make sense!*grin*
Customary Gryffindor Courage
I love this chapter, i love all that goes in Harry’s head at this moment.
Above all ,i love that he is so lucid about all this , what it means and his reasons for doing it!
A Meeting of Wands
Wow! That ceremony was just amazing!
Their bound brings hope!
And the explanation for the “origin of all those wand jokes” eheh
I am thinking…how it must have been with the Peverell brothers…AHAHAHAHA! *very naughty thoughts*
Vitae Summa Brevis…
Trust Ron for a bit of humor.
And Ginny is so fierce, fortunately for Hermione. She needs to believe, she needs all of Ginny’s conviction!