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A Silver Ring, A Golden Carriage
Eloise Scrimgeour is the blessed daughter of the Minister of Magic, and she’s screaming inside. Draco Malfoy's parents are murdered, and he is suddenly ordered to assassinate Rufus Scrimgeour. Everything goes awry and nothing is as it was. "I murdered your father! How the bloody hell can you possibly trust me?” “Because I don’t believe that you did it.” Together, they set out to avenge their families; together they become the wild.
“What have they done with her.” Draco was shivering with rage or fear or the chill, maybe all three. Severus did not reply. “IS MY MOTHER DEAD?!”
Severus did not flinch when he said, “When I point my wand at you, Malfoy, you must take my life.”
Interlude in the Dark Room
Draco was crying like a foolish little boy and couldn’t stop himself. “This is all their fault! The Order didn’t arrive like they were supposed to and now everyone is dead!”
Ash Like Snow
Draco pressed himself against her.
The Ninth Room
“A room,” said Draco firmly. The man’s watery blue eyes flicked between Draco and Eloise. “Haven’t had two young ones come in here in years,” he noted in a low drawl. “Try not to be too loud for the other guests. I won’t have anyone complaining or you’re both thrown out—” “Just give us the room,” snarled Draco.
A Story Behind Every Door
Eloise wet her dry, cracking lips. “Harry… Potter?” she murmured to Hermione. Her brown eyes fell wide on Eloise. “Oh…!” she said with a twitch of an uneasy smile. Instead of answering she hurried to the others. Eloise heard Ron mutter, “Who was that?” before they turned and walked briskly away. Hermione cast a worried glance over her shoulder before they vanished completely. That look solidified everything. It was Harry Potter. Eloise knew it.
Something warm was on Draco’s skin, blooming and spreading across his entire being like full, white flowers. He felt in his mind a strange easiness he hadn’t known in years. He smelled clover and cherry blossom and grapefruit. It penetrated the dark corners of his mind with the hopeful glow of a sunrise, scaring away the shadows. And he could imagine the stars: silver fire, gleaming and crystal, in a way unseen to any human eye.
Shedding Old Cloaks
“Do you feel that?” she whispered. “What?” Draco grumbled, but she noticed him gripping his wand tighter. She swallowed and felt chill bumps rising from her spine. “It’s getting colder.” He scowled and said, “Listen, if you can’t manage to calm down—” “BEHIND YOU!” she screamed.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said suddenly. Eloise looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat. “Why?” she asked breathlessly, worry overcoming her. Then she noticed a tingling sensation beginning to run through her body. Her eyes went to the empty cup in her hands and widened. “You poisoned it!” she gasped.
The Burning Mark
She didn’t move from her place and looked at him, pleadingly. “He’ll kill you because you’re not a…a follower…any more—”
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