The Calm Before The Storm
Hedwig and Fawkes were back home, Dumbledore still suspiciously not answering anything, probably having a dementia-induced mental break somewhere.
She came back to… nothing.
The house was gone?
There’s literally nothing. Not even debris or a hole in the ground.
There hasn’t been a magical signature here for at least a week now.
Hm.
Guess she’ll just crash at Ron’s house.
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He was using his blood to count down the days.
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The Weasley household has great food.
It’s safe to say, they will be staying here.
Ron hasn’t heard from Harry the entire summer, which is a little unusual, considering that he was in a house. Was.
Out of the non-existent goodness of her heart, she gives Ron the small owl to soothe his worries.
(She was getting fed up with him.)
Ron is caught-off guard, wondering if Hedwig may have sewn a bomb inside of the little thing.
After a little while of watching from a very safe distance, he accepts the gift.
Looking down at the creature in his arms, his very second pet ever, he speaks the first name that comes to mind.
“Albert.”
Why the fuck does everyone around here suck with names.
Later on, Ginny calls him an even worse name that sticks.
“Pigwidgeon.”
Insignificant. Simple.
That’s just kind of brutal.
While they’re sitting down eating dinner, Charlie Weasley makes a surprise visit.
It seems that his return was long-awaited. The Weasley household is up in arms.
While Molly and her children surround Charlie and question him on his returning, someone tries to sneak in the door and through the house.
Molly, being a mother, misses nothing.
She puts a hand up to her mouth.
“…Draco Malfoy?”
He gives up and turns back around, causing Molly to nearly faint, falling backwards into Arthur’s arms with a gasp.
“Who would do such a thing to a child?!”
Taking up his entire left forearm is a dark dragon, coiling with splatters of red ink.
Ohhh. What a big fuck you to Voldemort. Draco’s parents are going to be so peeved. She wishes Harry was here to see this.
Who tattoos a fourteen year old? And so nicely done at that?
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Tonight. Tonight is the night.