章 80: Chapter 80
"The rise of the two Dark Lords of our century were the bright points for us. For two brief ten-year stretches, we were starting to win. But both times, our ultimate goals were snatched from us."
Draco eyed him with not a small amount of resentment. He tilted his head in apologetic acknowledgement.
"We were being forced back, but we now have a breathing space. With the Gray blocking all new laws, we can regroup, rearm, and get ready for the next advance. The return of Lord Slytherin is a calm before an almighty storm. And it is a storm that we will win."
Draco paused, took another deep breath and continued. "I believe the Gray are closer to us than they are to the Light. They are lead by Lord Slytherin. Tonight, many of us will be sorted into Slytherin house. As will many of the Gray. They must be made to see the rightness of our cause!"
Draco stood and made a double fisted jerk downwards, as though smashing an invisible staff into the floor. "They WILL be made to see the rightness of our cause!"
Clapping, acknowledgements, and hear-hears erupted around him. He joined in too, clapping politely, a faint smile playing around his lips.
Draco sat back down and slipped back on his bored aristocrat Slytherin mask. "Yeah, Draco! We'll show them!" Pansy shouted.
Su Li bit her lip, her cheeks tinged with red. "Uhh, Heir Malfoy?"
Draco turned to her with a raised eyebrow.
"My family is over five-thousand years old, but we've only been in Britain for fifty years, where do we stand in your vision?"
Draco frowned. "I'm not fully sure… I'd have to ask father, but… I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have been invited to join us here if your family wasn't considered worthy."
Su Li perked up. "Oh, that's okay then."
Nott smirked. "What about Potter's family?" The boy jerked his thumb towards him. His 'I'm fine' mask became rather fixed.
Draco rolled his eyes. "They were acceptable two generations ago, but blood traitors now, the lot of them. They lost themselves when Lord Potter married that whore of a mudblood."
All eyes shot to him. If they expected him to react with anger about this slight to his mother, they were disappointed. He shrugged.
"I never knew my mother. She might be a whore for all I know."
"Wow, Potter, you really do not give a toss do you?" Nott looked impressed.
Draco picked his quidditch book back up and eyed him with a calculating look. "Potter…you told me before you were going to join the duelling club, didn't you?" "Well, I didn't actually say that but as it happens, yes."
"So you're not trying out for the quidditch team then?" "Nope."
Draco nodded and seemed to lose interest again.
Nott on the other hand… "Sorry, Potter, but if you're in Slytherin, our year slot belongs to me." Nott grinned a toothy grin.
His stony smile cracked into a grin of his own. "We'll see."
Nott glowered. "Might I remind you that you are merely a dirty half—"
A knock at the door silenced Nott.
Draco sat a bit straighter and affected a particularly drawling voice. "Enter."
The door opened to admit a much older, taller, and bulky boy dressed in Hogwarts robes with a yellow tie. He looked to be a sixth or seventh year. He was sweating, his eyes dilated."
"Heir Malfoy of the Noble House of Malfoy?"
"Yes?"
"I…I am Richard Quincy of the House of Quincy. I've been asked by my father to present these to you," he flourished a box of some kind of food, "and to extend both my and my families gratitude to you and your father for contract."
awarding
us
the
shipping
After his initial stutter, the older boy said this in one long breath.
Draco waved the boy to deposit the food on the table.
"My father chose your family because it was the best choice, Richard, and your thanks is appreciated. If I have problems with Hufflepuff in the future I know I can come to you for help."
"Y-Yes. Of course." The older Hufflepuff bowed and excited the compartment without turning around.
Pansy looked into the box. "Cauldron cake anyone?" Nott's eyes gleamed towards him. "I think our resident food taster should try first."
He glanced from Nott's face to the box. He shrugged. The combination of bezoar and noble house ring negated most dangers… but still… he looked thoughtful. "Sure, why not? It would be a shame if the ambassador to the Gray had to miss his appointment because he got poisoned."
Nott stilled. He flourished his wand and carefully, and with great deliberation, cast the tempus spell. "Merlin!" he grabbed his bag and exited the compartment with as much dignity as a jogging pureblood could muster.
He sat down and made a point not to look smug.
Crabbe grabbed a cauldron cake and dug in, Pansy gossiped with Su Li and Millicent about 'you'll-never-guess-what-so-and-so-did', and Draco busied himself with several small slips of folded parchment, occasionally shooting glances at him, as though he were a particularly strange insect that kept flying by his window.
He leaned back and relaxed.
In the middle compartment, Hermione Granger was confused and frustrated. Harry's betrothed made no sense. Daphne was the heiress of an ancient and noble house, and they were in public, so she'd naturally given the heiress the deference wizarding culture expected. But Daphne had rejected this status. So, she'd then decided to treat Daphne like an equal, but this only seemed to annoy the girl. She was sure the heiress didn't want to be treated like someone of lower status, so what did she want? She silently hoped that Harry's other betrothed made a bit more sense and brought her focus back to the older Gryffindor witch who'd just presented Daphne with a box of muggle Belgian chocolates.
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