About Two Boys: Two
About Two Boys is a series of drabbles linking Harry and Draco's lives.
Previous parts: Birth -- One
Two
“You were never under Imperius, Malfoy.” Barty Crouch tossed the release order onto the desk. “You’re free to go, but I’m watching you.”
Lucius smirked as he picked it up. He felt the tug of a Portkey; Azkaban disappeared and he was back at the manor.
“Narcissa!”
She hurried to greet him. “Thank Salazar. I was beginning to think the worst.”
Lucius pulled her into a kiss. “I told you we’d get through this.”
“Daddy!” A small blond fury grabbed at his leg.
“Well, look who’s here.” He swept Draco into his arms. “Look how well my favourite boy's walking.”
*
“This is all your sister’s fault. Getting herself killed!” Vernon scowled at the child (he refused to think of Harry as in any way related to him) as it waddled around the lounge. “All these interfering busybodies poking their noses into our business.”
Petunia slapped at the child’s arm as it reached for one of Dudley’s stuffed toys. Harry’s chin trembled, green eyes filling with tears. She turned away. “Do you think I want him here? We don’t have a choice.”
“He better not start doing…” Vernon lowered his voice, “...magic. I’ll beat it out of him if need be.”
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Three
Previous parts: Birth -- One
Two
“You were never under Imperius, Malfoy.” Barty Crouch tossed the release order onto the desk. “You’re free to go, but I’m watching you.”
Lucius smirked as he picked it up. He felt the tug of a Portkey; Azkaban disappeared and he was back at the manor.
“Narcissa!”
She hurried to greet him. “Thank Salazar. I was beginning to think the worst.”
Lucius pulled her into a kiss. “I told you we’d get through this.”
“Daddy!” A small blond fury grabbed at his leg.
“Well, look who’s here.” He swept Draco into his arms. “Look how well my favourite boy's walking.”
*
“This is all your sister’s fault. Getting herself killed!” Vernon scowled at the child (he refused to think of Harry as in any way related to him) as it waddled around the lounge. “All these interfering busybodies poking their noses into our business.”
Petunia slapped at the child’s arm as it reached for one of Dudley’s stuffed toys. Harry’s chin trembled, green eyes filling with tears. She turned away. “Do you think I want him here? We don’t have a choice.”
“He better not start doing…” Vernon lowered his voice, “...magic. I’ll beat it out of him if need be.”
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Three