{ 012 } - { voice } - { Fourth Wall }

[ferretprince]

[When the recording starts, there's a great deal of fumbling, followed by several loud crashes as if the communicator is being slammed repeatedly against something. Perhaps a wall. Or, in this case, a kitchen counter.]

If this bloody Muggle device doesn't stop shouting at me-!

[From the tone of his voice, Draco is clearly one step away from

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[fallen_name]

[Well, that voice sounds terribly familiar.]

...Father?

((ooc: Brain breakage, ahoy! /o/ ))

[ferretprince]

...Excuse me?

{ooc: ahaha, oh goodness, this is like a twisted version of “meet the robinsons”.}

[fallen_name]

You're much-- younger than what I'm used to.

[Explanations. Who needs'em?]

[ferretprince]

...I feel it's safe to say I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

[fallen_name]

Would you believe me if I said it were possible to talk to someone from your future through this?

[Your son's a smart boy, Draco. He's figured a few things out from talking to Weasley.]

[ferretprince]

At this point, I wouldn't put it past the gods to do something mental like that.

[A pause. Draco's rather good at figuring things out as well.]

...Who are you, exactly?

[fallen_name]

Scorpius Malfoy.

I'm your son. Where-- or more accurately, when I come from, it's 2022.

[ferretprince]

[The silence stretches for a good minute or two as Draco processes that. He has a son. That's surprising in and of itself, all things considered. He hadn't thought he'd survive the war, let alone start a family. It isn't something that's crossed his mind or that he's even begun to think of.

When he does finally speak, his voice is careful, controlled.]

Scorpius, hm. How old are you then?

[fallen_name]

Sixteen.

[His tone is quiet, respectful. Even with the vast change in age, Draco is still his father and Scorpius has always had great respect for the man.]

[ferretprince]

[He's talking to his son who is nearly two years younger than he is. No, this isn't strange in the slightest. He takes a breath and forces himself to let it out slowly.]

Dare I ask who your mother is? The only girl I can even possibly think of marrying is Parkinson. She must have learned to not be so controlling and bull-headed in the future. And finally gotten someone at St. Mungo's to fix that godawful nose of hers.

[The last bit is said mostly to himself.]

[fallen_name]

It's not Parkinson. I think it would be in both of our best interests to not tell you the details.

[Wouldn't want to accidentally make himself cease to exist or anything. Time travel is tricky like that.]

[ferretprince]

Hmph. I suppose that's understandable.

[He's tempted to argue, but he realizes that the other is right. It causes something akin to pride to flicker through him, though he has no idea what to make of it.]

What of... your grandmother, then?

[fallen_name]

All three of you came out alive and physically unharmed.

[Scorpius can't speak of the mental tolls of war, but he's fairly certain this Draco is already at least somewhat familiar.]

[ferretprince]

[He’s silent again, unsure of what to make of that. At first he’s relieved to know that both his mother and father are still alive - but if his family survives, then that must mean...]

So then Potter failed.

[He isn’t sure why this news isn’t as gratifying as he thought it would be.]

[fallen_name]

No, Potter succeeded.

[Sure, that might be, uh. Both good and bad news right now, but it'll be just good news eventually! He promises!]

[ferretprince]

[Somehow, that's even more perplexing. He can't see how they would have survived if Potter was able to defeat the Dark Lord. Unless... Well, of course. He gives a short, humorless laugh.]

And how many of us are in Azkaban?

[Because, really, he finds it unbelievable to think that any of them would be pardoned if Potter won. Not with those Ministry dogs calling the shots.]