&hihe luius iure from the o appeared in ministry funtions arolling down diagon alley as if he owhat the artist had drawn his wings bk, silken, and as mag as they had appeared when harry had first seehe great hall.
dobby disappeared, as if fleeing from a possible outburst from drao at how the house elf had broke was he said he had broken, leaving harry and drao in the room.
“dobby…thought it might help.” harry said at st. “i didn’t know he was going to do it.”
drao nodded, his eyes he portrait.
harry sudde as if he osed to be there, as if there was some losure that drao he shouldn’t see.
“i’m going to go get some lunh,” he said.
“fine.”
harry knew by now that, oming from drao, that was a dismissal.
& hall was more rowded than usual on a saturday, but harry immediately loated hermione and ron in the rowd of gryffihey offered him tentative smiles as he approahed and sat down aross from them.
“what’s going on?” harry asked, indiatile of students talkiedly.
&s that were out st night all ame bak a few hours after you did.” ron expined in a hushed voie. “they were all sehe infirmary and all of them exept bise are up in dumbledore’s ht now. they all fae suspension but people are whispering about expulsion.”
&hree raked ribs, a fratured kured jaw, and a severe onussiohe ribs puntured his lu he’s expeted to make a full reovery.” hermioinued.
“it’s supposed to be a seret so everyone knows,” harry remarked, loading food onto his pte.
“soing to tell us ened?” ron asked.
& er i eat we’ll go talk.”
harry ate quikly ahree gryffihe great hall aowards where hagrid’s house was. s were milling about today; most of them seemed to be waiti on the formerly missis.
as they walked, harry told his friends eing with his idea to have dobby o a firepe to malfoy mah luius malfoy’s death.
“bloody hell,” ron said appreiably when he fihere ause as no one said anything, then ron frohat en with the manor now.”
“what do you mean?”
“arents were divored when his father died. normally, like if my father died, the house would go to my mom and theo the oldest hild, or whoever was malfoy’s , is he? so he ay but he a until he’s legal.”
“he ould be faing a lot of legal problems then.” hermiohoughtfully. “other adults ould make a ase that he is unfit to i it beause of his age.”
“true. a luius malfoy left everything to his son.” rohe malfoys would stik to traditio. malfoy would i everything, so if he was deemed unfit to i, then someone else would get everything.”
“and aives are death eaters,” harry ohought. “that ould be a problem.”
& won’t be if malfoy turns sixteen soon. does anyone know his birthday?” hermioh harry and ron shook their heads.
harry walked into his and drao’s rooms tentatively, u to expet. drao was sitting on the ouh, looking into the fire, a thoughtful expression on his fae. luius malfoy’s portrait was still ohe figure i looked up slightly whehe room ao harry bef his attention to the window.
drao didn’t look up until harry sat down to him on the ht drao looked muh better now tha m. his eyes had returheir inal , and the sullehat had set in, though still there, romi as it had been before. harry wondered if drao had talked to the portrait of his father after he’d left. he k he would have, had there been a portrait of sirius bk to talk todfather’s death.
“voldemort killed my father.” drao said softly, his eyes b into harry’s own with a questi to have to fight him. harry…are you going to kill him? when you fight him?”
“yes,” harry replied evenly and with a o felt before. “i am going to kill him.”
“promise me…that when you do, even though you have your owo kill him… promise me that part of it will be for my father.”
harry looked for a momeing to him, saw how hurt inside drao was, saw the same feelings that he knew from his owhe ohat he might be able to do to help.
“i promise.”
chapter 32: wildfire news
harry had udent body of hogwarts as attentive as when dumbledore ahe four day suspensiohree students from the shool. no iohough as harry looked arou hall it was rather obviaps in the houses were. as his eyes had doimes during the day, he sought out drao who was sitting almly at the breakfast table. he had briefly appeared i hall for meals on sunday, but had insisted on going to sses on monday.
“harry, you look more upset than malfoy,” ron muttered. “rex. if malfoy was going to break down, he would have do already.”
“i think he’s dht thing.” hermione added. harry looked at her ihe faster you get bak into your life after ahe better it is in the long ruhe routiheir lives helps them m