Hogwarts Revisited

Hogwarts Revisited

by FSR

Chapter One

One would never even guess what kind of folk travelled by planes. This particular plane that took off from London and was heading towards Moscow had on the board quite an interesting mixture: 524 humans, two cats and one dog; 48 virgins; 112 married men, 56 of them had an affair and three of them were gay; five priests, two international terrorists who looked perfectly respectable; and one wizard.

The wizard was white-haired, pointy-faced and young. He was trembling and smiling from time to time (a porn star sitting next to him thought that the young man was either a mental case or an addict; unsurprisingly, she didn't think those were almost the same things). In fact, the wizard was just happy. He was going to see his parents.

***

There were hugs and tears, awkward pauses and a rush of simple questions, and smiles, and tears again. The Malfoys were together and in that moment they were absolutely happy and had no cares in the world.

***

For the first time in his life Draco Malfoy felt as a Muggle. His parents, perfectly adapted to act like Muggles themselves, showed him sights, took him to restaurants and theatres, bought him all sorts of Muggle clothes. His childhood was back. He thought that after what he had to live through, he deserved it.

Draco Malfoy never thought that he would find Muggles so fascinating (he wouldn't admit it, of course). There were just so many of them, all of them were so different (except for 20% of women who were blond and tanned, had full lips and huge breasts, wore revealing clothes and high heels. It seemed that all Muggle men had their eyes only for them), but most of all they lived without magic and didn't even think that something was terribly wrong!

***

Five weeks had passed in a happy blur and the Malfoys had yet to have The Talk. All of them understood the necessity of it. However, none of them wanted to do it. One evening, when Draco was demonstrating yet another pair of leather trousers, Lucius decided that the time had finally come.

"Draco, it's the time to discuss your future. But, first, tell us about the situation at home; we do not get any news here."

"Oh, I completed my education at Hogwarts and Professor Snape invited me to stay as his apprentice," Draco said a bit too fast.

Narcissa smiled, "We are quite happy for you, son, but we'd like you to tell us about political situation."

Draco sighed, sat down onto the couch, gathered his thoughts for a moment and began to speak.

"I do not know the right words to describe how bad the situation is. After the end of the war, Potter was given the Order of Merlin and thus became a member of Wizengamot. Then the majority of it elected him to be the Chief Warlock. Potter's popularity and immense magical power made him ten times more influential than Dumbledore. But unlike Dumbledore, Potter has no wisdom. He is 19! It took him only a few months to change our world; you wouldn't believe what he is doing!"

"For uttering such words as 'Mudblood' or even 'Muggleborn,' 'Half-Blood,' 'Pureblood' one may easily end up in Azkaban! But it's just the beginning! Potter is a sole judge on all of the post war trials. I say 'post war trials' and not 'Death Eater trials' because there are no Death Eaters! They are all killed or escaped. Potter is punishing their families and friends. If somebody knew that their friend or a family member was a Death Eater and didn't report this fact to the Ministry, that somebody would get a life sentence in Azkaban. Such things as claiming that you were under Imperius Curse or threatened or whatever just wouldn't work. Oh, I almost forgot to mention it, but we do not have any money or property, it was all taken away by Potter to 'pay for the damage that Malfoys inflicted to the world.' When Professor Snape tried to defend me Potter said that we both should be thankful that we are free!"

All the three Malfoys were breathing heavily. All of them wanted to start cursing; instead they just gritted their teeth. Draco calmed down a bit faster than his parents and continued.

"Potter started a campaign against Dark Arts. He gave a month to everybody to willingly hand in any Dark Arts artefact or even books to the Ministry. Unsurprisingly, Ministry didn't get a lot." He made a long pause. "Then the raids started. I don't know how but Potter managed to improve Dark-sensing devices spectacularly. He also gathered a team of professional Aurors. They monitor any Dark spell, potion, Dark creature, book on Dark Arts and even wandless Legilemency in all Britain. There are no wards against them. Aurors are always ready to Apparate anywhere and destroy whatever it is that disturbs Potter's peace!" Draco stood up and started pacing. "Severus had to give up his whole library! Rumours say that very soon Potter's team will be able to monitor the whole world. I know you used your skills in Legilemency, Father, to get all this," he made a vague gesture with his hands. "You'll have to stop using it. It's too dangerous."

Both Narcissa and Lucius had gone nearly white, their breathing was shallow and fast.

"There is one more problem."

"I do not think I can take any more." Narcissa's voice was barely recognisable.

"Yet you must. As I understand it, Potter doesn't want to have many prisoners at Azkaban. You see he destroyed all the Dementors -"

"How?" Lucius' eyes were impossibly wide by then.

"I do not know anything anymore, Father. The one thing I know is that Potter is methodically destroying the world I knew." Draco took a shaky breath, and then continued. "As I was telling, with no Dementors, Azkaban is vulnerable and Potter won't hold any dangerous prisoners there. If you are ever caught they will just kill you on sight."

There was a shocked silence. After 15 or so minutes, Lucius finally spoke.

"Draco, listen to me very carefully. First of all, don't worry about us. We are quite capable of taking care of ourselves." He made a pause. "There is one thing you must understand, Draco. We can do nothing to oppose Potter. So we won't. You'll go along with everything he does. You should learn to accept the way things are because there is little chance that they are going to change any time soon."

Draco bowed his head, "I understand, Father."

"Your task is to return the Malfoys to our rightful place in this world. I am sorry, Draco, I made all the wrong choices. I am even more sorry that you have to pay for my mistakes but it must be done - we cannot cast aside a thousand years of Malfoy history."

Lucius waited for that bit of information to sink in. Then he continued.

"Firstly, you should become Hogwarts Professor; it's low-paid but prestigious and you'll teach all the magical children in Britain who can afford to attend Hogwarts. Secondly, you should marry wealthy pureblood Muggle-loving witch; it will improve your social standings. And, thirdly, you should bury the past and by all costs become Harry Potter's friend."

"He rejected me once, Father. And I don't know whether I'll able to come near him now. He is Chief Warlock after all."

"I trust you to act like a Slytherin, Draco. I am sure you'll find a way."

***

Three more weeks passed from The Talk. The Malfoys preferred not to think about it while they still had the chance.

The day before Draco had to leave they gathered in a parlour. They hadn't yet discussed Draco's next visit.

Narcissa was about to say something when all of them sensed a presence of someone else in the room. That someone was Harry Potter.

He stood in the middle of the room. If they didn't know exactly who it was, none of them would have recognised him. He was very pale, his hair was short and there was no scar on his forehead. He wore no glasses. But the most unrecognisable thing about him were his eyes. They were bright green once. Now they were almost black. And seemed dead.

"Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, you are under arrest."

There was a shocked silence from all the three Malfoys. Narcissa was the first to recover. It took her only a moment to snatch her want from a pocket, aim it on Harry Potter and pronounce loudly and clearly, "Avada Kedavra!"

Chief Warlock disappeared, let the blinding flash of green light strike the wall and reappeared at the same place, his face blank.

"It was quite impressive, Mrs. Malfoy. You are actually more powerful than your sister."

Harry calmly surveyed the scene in front of him. Draco was much paler than usual, his eyes disbelieving, his mouth hanging open; he seemed to be on the verge of fainting. Narcissa was red in the face, her eyes blazing, her lips pressed together in a firm line; she seemed beyond furious. Lucius had a resigned look on his face but his eyes were calculating.

Lucius broke the silence.

"I believe we have no choice, Mr. Potter."

"That's true. It is the time to pay for your mistakes."

"I believe Draco won't be accused of anything?"

"He won't be."

There was silence again. It seemed that Harry wasn't in a hurry. He turned to have a look at Malfoys' parlour. "Nice house. I wonder how many minds you had to rape to get it." Harry turned abruptly and fixed his eyes on Narcissa. There was a sound of something metallic hitting the floor. "The blade isn't even sharp. I think we shouldn't waste any more time."

***

And just like two months ago, there were tears and hugs. But unlike two months ago there were no smiles and it was probably the most horrible moment of Draco Malfoy's life.

Harry Potter waved his hand and Lucius and Narcissa were transferred to British Ministry of Magic.

Harry was about to Disapparate when Draco recovered from his shock enough to be furious.

"I hate you, Potter! I HATE YOU!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Why can't you just die!" His voice broke on the last syllable; he fell to his knees and began to cry.

Harry watched it with almost contempt on his face. "And this... is supposed to be my soul mate. What I've ever done to deserve this?" he muttered to himself and the next moment he was gone.