About Two Boys: Seven
About Two Boys is a series of drabbles linking Harry and Draco's lives, a moment from each year starting with their births.
Previous parts: Birth -- One -- Two -- Three -- Four -- Five -- Six
Seven
“What are you reading, Draco?” Lucius sat beside his son.
“About Lord Voldemort.”
Lucius raised an eyebrow. “We don’t say his name.”
Enquiring grey eyes looked at him. “Why?”
“Because of our respect for a great and powerful wizard. You may call him the ‘Dark Lord’ here in private, but in front of strangers refer to him as ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’.”
Draco frowned thoughtfully. “Then is it okay to say Harry Potter’s name? Isn’t he even more powerful because he killed Vold...you know...him?”
“Harry Potter is a child.”
The frown deepened. “Harry Potter could be my friend.”
*
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Harry turned away, shielding his drawing from Dudley who ruined everything.
“Show me.” Dudley grabbed at the paper, tugging so hard that it ripped in half.
“I hate you!” Harry pointed his crayon at his cousin.
Dudley stumbled backwards as if punched. “Daddy! He’s doing it again!”
“No supper and you stay in there all night!” Vernon shoved Harry into the cupboard under the stairs. He could hear little sobs from inside. “You know, Petunia, the boy could sleep in there permanently.”
Petunia slid the bolt into place. “Well, Dudleykins does need some extra room.”
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Eight
Previous parts: Birth -- One -- Two -- Three -- Four -- Five -- Six
Seven
“What are you reading, Draco?” Lucius sat beside his son.
“About Lord Voldemort.”
Lucius raised an eyebrow. “We don’t say his name.”
Enquiring grey eyes looked at him. “Why?”
“Because of our respect for a great and powerful wizard. You may call him the ‘Dark Lord’ here in private, but in front of strangers refer to him as ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’.”
Draco frowned thoughtfully. “Then is it okay to say Harry Potter’s name? Isn’t he even more powerful because he killed Vold...you know...him?”
“Harry Potter is a child.”
The frown deepened. “Harry Potter could be my friend.”
*
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Harry turned away, shielding his drawing from Dudley who ruined everything.
“Show me.” Dudley grabbed at the paper, tugging so hard that it ripped in half.
“I hate you!” Harry pointed his crayon at his cousin.
Dudley stumbled backwards as if punched. “Daddy! He’s doing it again!”
“No supper and you stay in there all night!” Vernon shoved Harry into the cupboard under the stairs. He could hear little sobs from inside. “You know, Petunia, the boy could sleep in there permanently.”
Petunia slid the bolt into place. “Well, Dudleykins does need some extra room.”
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Eight