ledsafelyintheGryffindordormitory,HarryPottertossedandturnedinhisbed,lenhedinthejawsofanightmare.

Blood.Therewasbloodeverywhere.Bloodthathehadhelpedtospill.Yes,allofitmusthavebeenhisfault.Sirius,hismother,hisfather,ountlessothersthathadbeenkilledduringthesummerraidsthattheDeathEatershadunhedwhilehewastukedawayinPrivetDrive.Hehadonlyfoundoutaboutthesewhenhearrivedbakatshool,andnow,threeweekster,itstillhauntedhim.

Darknessseemedtosurroundhim,butthiswasadifferentdarkness.Notthedarknessofhatredthatwasfilledwithblood…thiswasalmostadarkness,adarknessthatfeltlike…feathers?Silkenfeathers.Wings.

Twoarmsenirledhimasthebkwingsseemedtoradlehisbody.“DonotdespairHarry,”avoiewhispered,“Donotdespair.”

AndHarrysleptpeaefully.

“Yo,Malfoy!”

Disdainfuleyesshiftedfromwheretheyhadbeenoingthewalloftheelltothewizardthatstoodatthebarreddoortothis,thisage.

“Yougotaletter.”Thentheguardmutteredunderhisbreath,“Thoughwhyanyonewouldbesendingaletteratthishourisbeyondme.”

Theguardwasshakenoutofhisreverieastheletterwassnathedoutofhishandandtheell’sinhabitantretreatedbakintotheell.Mutteringinaudiblyaboutmannersofprisonersandidiotswhosentlettersatfiveinthem,theguardwentonhiswaybaktohispostwherehehadbeenshakenfromhisstuporbyaneagleonlyafewminutesbefore.

Luiuslookedattheletterbrieflybeforerippingitopen.Draohadwrittenit.Hiseyesseemedtoraedowntheletter,anemotionthatwasneverseenbytheworldapparentinhiseyes.AshereaditLuiussmiled.Draoknew.Hispride,hisson,wasnowjustbeginningtograspthetruthoftheroadthathehimselfhadwalked.Luiusfeltasmallpangofregretthathewouldnotbeabletohelphissonbeomeaustomedtothislife…untilhereadthestparagraph.TheelderMalfoysmiledintheshadows,andforoneheallowedhisemotionsthrough.Beautiful,wingsthatglistenedinthemoon-lightstreamingintotheellfromthebarredwindow,eruptedfromhisbakandflutteredasiftheywerehappythattheirownerwashappy.Thesoftrustleoffeathersfilledtheellasthewingsstrethed,theirwingtipstouhingtheeiling.Luiuslookedathiswingsthoughtfully.SomedayhisDrao’swingswouldbethissize,twiethelengthofagrownmanandpowerfulenoughtosupporthissoninflight,andinbattleifneessary.OutofuriosityLuiusrolledupthesleeveofhisrobeandlookedatthepalefleshofhisupperarm.Noblemish,notevenasmudgeoftheDarkMarktobeseen.

Chapter2:Aspetus

HarryhatedMondays.No,hereallyhatedMondays.BeauseMondaysalwaysseemedtostartoffbadly,whihsettheentiremoodofthedaytobeabadone.Why?Oneword:Potions.Thatwasallthatwasneededtobesaidonthematter,thatword.Anditdidn’thelpthattherewerelukypeoplelikeRonwhoweren’ttryingtobeanaurorandthereforeouldaffordtosleepteonMondaysiftheysowished,beausetheyweren’ttakingPotions.Ofourse,RonneverdidsleepteonMondays.Hefigureditwastheleastheoulddotogivehisfriendsomeenementbeforethat…therewasn’tawordbadenoughtodesribethatssinHarry’sopinion.

AndspeakingofRon…itwasRonwhowasurrentlydraggingHarrydownthestairstotheGreatHallforbreakfastasparthenormalMondayroutine.AndlikeeveryMonday,Hermionewasalreadythere,ensonedinabook.RonandHarryslidintoseatstoherthatshehadsavedforthemasshedideverym,andbeganloadingfoodontotheirptes.

“Oh,Harry,didyouhear?NoPotionstoday,”Hermionesaidasifshewasommentingontheweather.

Harry’slookeduphopefully.“Really?”

Hermionenodded,eyesnotleavingthebook.“He’snotheretoday.bsp;wasaneled.”

BothRonandHarryturnedtolookatthestafftableand,sureenough,theirPotionsmasterwasnotthere.

“Iwonderwhyhe’snothere,”Harrymurmured.

“Whoareswhyhe’snothere,”Ronmuttered.“Ihopeheneveromesbak!”

BothboysignoredHermione’s,“Ron!”ofdisapproval.

“Butit’sstrange.He’snever‘nothere’.”Harrypersisted.

Hermionesighed.“Thismighthavesomethingtodowithit.”ShehandedHarryaopyoftheDailyProphet.“OurfavoriteSlytherinisn’thereeither,”sheaddedsarastially.

Harrytookonelookattheheadline,frowned,andpassedthepapertoRon,whilegringatthespotattheSlytherintablethatDraowouldhavebeensittingatwereheinshoolatthetime.

“WHAT?”Ronstuttered,ignlooksfromthesurroundingGryffindorsandafewotherstudentswhohadheardhim.

“Yeah.Wonderhowthey’regoingtopullthatoff,”Harrymuttereddarkly.

“Well,logially,it’swithinrightstohaveanothertrial,”Hermionepointedout.“Theonlyreal‘trial’aftertheDepartmentofMysteriesissuewasamasstrialofeveryonetheyaught.Nodetailswerelookedintoforeverysingleperson.Andif,astheartilesays,LuiusMalfoydoesn’thavetheDarkMark…well,it’shardertoonvithim.”

“ButhowanhenothavetheDarkMark?He’saDeathEater!Weallsawhim,”RonhissedunderhisbreathsoonlyHarryandHermioneouldhear.

“Heprobablypnnedforit,”Harryspokesullenly.“BeingaSlytherinandall.”

“TheMinistryofMagimayhavemadeaterribleerror—ohplease,”Ronsoffed.

“Well,we’llknowbytomorrowIguess,”Hermionespoke.

TheyateinsileneforawhileuntilRonbrokeit.“Ohlookwhodeidedtograeuswithhispresene,”hemuttered.

HarrylookedupfromhisbreakfasttoseethatDraoMalfoyhadenteredtheGreatHallandwa

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