Chapter 30
Chapter 30:
Draco wasn’t preoccupied with Granger at all. Anyone close to matter could make that mistake but they would be woefully off base. Granger was a final peacetime project for Draco, he was to make his amends to appear that petulant sense of decency he’d developed and then he would be fully past it. He never once thought of her when he went flying around the empty castle, nor did he think of her at all when he lost a least a day and a half in the room of requirements that’d become his personal heaven on earth.
So when Draco found himself hanging upside down a well on the remote coast of Ireland fetching the magical waters he was to bring back for his amend he wasn’t at all thinking of Grangers charmingly controlling her or her cat eyeglasses. Not at all.
This Fairy Well thought to have been lost in the last century was something Draco stumbled on accidently while on Holiday a few years ago. He’s made it a habit to holiday as far away from civilization, magical and muggle and this was one of the many rewards of the isolation, new discoveries. Draco found freedom in the far corners of the earth, when first came across this barely visible shallow well and felt its magical airs stir he’d know exactly what it was. The water of this well has been known as the fountain of youth to the muggles, but for the magical folks it had powerful anti-dark magic properties. He first heard of this well when 6th year when Voldemort went in search of it as a permanent replacement to Unicorn blood. Standing here again Draco found a great sense of relief to know he’d never found it nor will he ever. For he was dead. Dead as dead can be.
This reminder was necessary to Draco, whose sometimes itchy dark mark and living nightmare made it seem otherwise.
But he collected the flagon, his thoughts, and began the series of apparitions back to the castle ground just in time for the return of everyone from Holiday.