About Two Boys: Ten
Thanks to everyone who took part in my little poll. There is method in my madness and I will be using the results. *snuggles you all*
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 -- Eight -- Nine
Ten
“I won’t allow it. His name’s been down for Hogwarts since he was born, just as our names and our parents name were.”
Lucius watched his wife tear the Durmstrang letter in half. “It will make a man of him.”
Narcissa pointed her wand, setting fire to the remains of the letter. “He’s not going to Durmstrang. I will not have him sent thousands of miles away for seven years.”
“He’ll learn real magick there...the Dark Arts. He wants to go.”
“Only because he thinks you want it. He’ll do anything to please you, including going to that god-forsaken place.”
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“Isn’t it exciting, Diddykins. You’ll be going to daddy’s school.”
Harry watched as his aunt tried to hug his cousin while Dudley tried to push her away. His uncle had a stupid grin on his face and was patting Dudley on the head.
“Clever boy, Dudders. Smeltings will be the making of you.”
Harry cleared his throat. “What about me?”
All three Dursleys turned to stare at him. It was Uncle Vernon who finally spoke. “You?”
“Am I going to Smeltings?”
“You? Go to Smeltings?” Uncle Vernon barked a laugh. “You’ll go to Stonewall High and be grateful for it.”
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Eleven
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 -- Eight -- Nine
Ten
“I won’t allow it. His name’s been down for Hogwarts since he was born, just as our names and our parents name were.”
Lucius watched his wife tear the Durmstrang letter in half. “It will make a man of him.”
Narcissa pointed her wand, setting fire to the remains of the letter. “He’s not going to Durmstrang. I will not have him sent thousands of miles away for seven years.”
“He’ll learn real magick there...the Dark Arts. He wants to go.”
“Only because he thinks you want it. He’ll do anything to please you, including going to that god-forsaken place.”
*
“Isn’t it exciting, Diddykins. You’ll be going to daddy’s school.”
Harry watched as his aunt tried to hug his cousin while Dudley tried to push her away. His uncle had a stupid grin on his face and was patting Dudley on the head.
“Clever boy, Dudders. Smeltings will be the making of you.”
Harry cleared his throat. “What about me?”
All three Dursleys turned to stare at him. It was Uncle Vernon who finally spoke. “You?”
“Am I going to Smeltings?”
“You? Go to Smeltings?” Uncle Vernon barked a laugh. “You’ll go to Stonewall High and be grateful for it.”
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Eleven