𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
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HARRY SPENT A LOT OF THE LAST WEEK OF THE HOLIDAYS PONDERING THE MEANING OF DRACO'S BEHAVIOR IN KNOCKTURN ALLEY. elara was somewhat interested for a day or two, but then she pieced it all together quite easily. to harry's slight annoyance, however, no one seemed quite as curious about draco's activities as he was; or at least, they were to get bored of discussing it after a few days.
"yes, i've already agreed it was fishy, harry," said hermione a little impatiently. she was sitting on the windowsill in fred and george's room with her feet up on one of the cardboard boxes and had only grudgingly looked up from her new copy of advanced rune translation. "but haven't we agreed there could be a lot of explanations?"
"maybe he's broken his hand of glory," said ron vaguely, as he attempted to straighten his broomstick's bent tail twigs. "remember that shriveled-up arm malfoy had?"
"that thing can't be broken," said elara reproachfully, "i've tried."
"but what about when he said, 'don't forget to keep that one safe'?" asked harry for the umpteenth time. "that sounded to me like borgin's got another one of the broken objects, and malfoy wants both."
"you reckon?" said ron, now trying to scrape some dirt off his broom handle.
"yeah, i do," said harry. when no one answered, he said, "malfoy's father's in azkaban. don't you think malfoy'd like revenge?"
ron looked up, blinking.
"malfoy, revenge? what can he do about it?"
"that's my point, i don't know!" said harry, frustrated. "but he's up to something and i think we should take it seriously. his father's a death eater and —"
harry broke off, his eyes fixed on the window behind hermione, his mouth open. it seemed a startling thought had just occurred to him.
"harry?" said hermione in an anxious voice. "what's wrong?"
"your scar's not hurting again, is it?" asked elara, a tad nervously.
"he's a death eater," said harry slowly. "he's replaced his father as a death eater!"
he hit the nail on the head perfectly. elara had seen visions of draco begging his mother to help him get out of something, and along with what happened in knock turn alley, it just made sense.
