About Two Boys: Eighteen
*Looks at clock* Just made it so this is posted on 21st - Winter Solstice.
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 - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen
Eighteen
“You have to go.” Draco clutched at his mother’s arm, his voice full of the desperation.
“And leave you here alone?” Narcissa gently pushed Draco’s hair from his face. She wanted to look at him...really look for what she feared might be the last time. He wouldn’t...couldn’t tell her what deal he’d made with Potter, only that she was part of it.
“They’re going to take you somewhere safe.” He gestured at his cousin Nymphadora and Alastor Moody. “And I’ll be fine.”
“Will you?” She leaned close to his ear. “And who will take care of you, my dear heart?”
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Winter Solstice. Shortest day...longest night.
Harry stood shivering in the shadow of All Hallows, the oldest church in London and wondered if he’d been stood up. It was cold and foggy and he was desperate for warmth.
Desperate for a Firewhisky.
“Potter.”
He turned, wand drawn as a figure stepped closer, the cowl of his cloak hiding white-blond hair.
“Malfoy. I was beginning to think you’d stood me up.”
“Have you spoken to my mother?”
Harry nodded. “She’s out of the country as I promised.”
Malfoy took a breath. “Good. Here’s your payment.” He held out the small golden cup.
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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 - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen
Eighteen
“You have to go.” Draco clutched at his mother’s arm, his voice full of the desperation.
“And leave you here alone?” Narcissa gently pushed Draco’s hair from his face. She wanted to look at him...really look for what she feared might be the last time. He wouldn’t...couldn’t tell her what deal he’d made with Potter, only that she was part of it.
“They’re going to take you somewhere safe.” He gestured at his cousin Nymphadora and Alastor Moody. “And I’ll be fine.”
“Will you?” She leaned close to his ear. “And who will take care of you, my dear heart?”
*
Winter Solstice. Shortest day...longest night.
Harry stood shivering in the shadow of All Hallows, the oldest church in London and wondered if he’d been stood up. It was cold and foggy and he was desperate for warmth.
Desperate for a Firewhisky.
“Potter.”
He turned, wand drawn as a figure stepped closer, the cowl of his cloak hiding white-blond hair.
“Malfoy. I was beginning to think you’d stood me up.”
“Have you spoken to my mother?”
Harry nodded. “She’s out of the country as I promised.”
Malfoy took a breath. “Good. Here’s your payment.” He held out the small golden cup.
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