Malfoy-Greengas
It was already the third time that day they felt the same way, and they still hadn't gotten used to it. In any case, they were now in a somewhat different place; they were on a small hill, with the nearest houses appearing far away like tiny spots, possibly tens of kilometers away. Jade-colored letters stood out at the entrance of an elegant mansion: "Malfoy-Greengas Home."
- "Oh yes, this is what I was talking about," Malfoy said with a grin covering his entire face. "What wonders await my brilliant future?" Ron and Harry rolled their eyes, exasperated.
Draco entered the house eagerly.
- "Ah, yes, Greengas. Hmm, I think I remember that last name. Yes, there was a girl named that in my class, right? Dania, or whatever her name was." But then he saw an exquisite portrait featuring an adult version of himself, a beautiful woman with black hair, and a miniature version of himself, with their names inscribed along the edge.
- "Who is Astoria?"
- "Isn't that girl two years younger than us?" Hermione asked, though Draco still didn’t realize who she was.
-"Wait, Hyperion? You named your son Hyperion?" Harry began laughing.
"Shut up, 'Severus'," Draco responded, and Harry stopped laughing abruptly.
After a while of inspecting various parts of the house, they finally arrived at where the inhabitants were.
- "Do you have everything ready, son?" an adult Draco said as he read a newspaper.
- "Of course," his son replied in a sweet voice, "but I still don't see you ready."
- "What do you mean?"
- "Of course you'll come with me."
- "I don't think the Weasleys would like to see me," adult Draco said after a brief pause.
- "What!?" Draco and Ron shouted in unison.
- "Why the hell would I go to those filthy blood traitors' place?"
- "Why the hell would we invite the son of that filthy Death Eater?" they both said, and the argument continued between them, only held back by the fact they couldn’t attack each other.
- "Oh, come on, Dad, you know they aren’t vengeful."
Arthur was about to make a comment, but his wife stopped him with a look.
- "Maybe, but that doesn't make it any less uncomfortable. You have no idea what I did."
- "Well, you'd better get over those complexes because one day I’m going to marry Rose, and I wouldn’t want you to not get along with her family," which only fueled the argument among the time-traveling visitors.
- "Stay away from my little Rose!" Ron yelled.
- "No, you keep your filthy blood away from ours!" Draco shouted.
- "Can you shut up and wait to argue later!?" Hermione snapped.
- "Be careful who you yell at, mudblood!"
- "Don’t call her that!"
- "Why? What will you do, you idiot?"
- "Enough!" Severus Snape exclaimed authoritatively. "Stop acting like children." And they obeyed, begrudgingly.
- "Don't be so hard on yourself, Dad. Mum always said there was light in you, and you proved it when you defended her from your parents when she said she was against the prejudice of bloodlines. Also, have you forgotten what you said to Mr. Potter shortly after that unfortunate time-travel trip I had with Albus when he wanted to forbid us from being friends?"
Okay, okay, too much to process. Harry didn’t know if he was more surprised that his son had traveled in time, that he was friends with Draco’s son, that Draco himself had interceded for their friendship, or that he was being called "Mr."
The visitors from the past watched the scene in astonishment and disbelief. They couldn't believe what they were seeing and hearing. Future Draco was so different from the Draco they knew, he seemed like another person. He was kinder, more humble, happier. He was, in fact, a better Draco.
- "It can't be," the young Draco said, shaking his head. "This isn't real. It's an illusion. I would never be like this. I'm a Malfoy, and Malfoys are superior, not weaklings, or blood traitors."
Harry wanted to say something, but he still couldn’t process everything. Also, if Draco would be like this in the future, something major must have happened, something good. But Draco’s reaction was brief compared to Pansy’s. It seemed she had assumed she’d end up with him, so this was a hard blow. She lay still, thinking of everything and nothing at the same time, feeling betrayed and mocked.
Among the crowd, a soft clink was heard. Little Astoria was stunned by everything she had seen and heard. So, the disease would finally reach her young, huh? That was hard to process. But looking on the bright side, she seemed happy in those paintings. Happiness... What was that? Astoria didn’t have many memories that could relate to that feeling, which only made everything feel stranger for her.
- "Want a magical candy? They say these are good for pressure," Hermione said, conjuring one in front of her and inviting Astoria to sit.
After some small talks between the students and a few tours of the mansion, the bright point appeared again. Draco pressed it impulsively, just wanting to get out of there.