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elanor_xA Time to Gather Stones Together.
Author: Ferry.
The original fic in Russian: here.
Author: Ferry.
The original fic in Russian: here.
Harry was standing on platform nine and three-quarters, waiting for the arrival of Hogwarts Express. The smell of Christmas was in the air. If he were asked what the smell was, he most likely wouldn't be able to answer, but Christmas definitely had that smell for him nevertheless.
- "Oh, Harry", chirruped Ginny, tucking her hands in sleeves, "I am so worried… You know, I have never thought about it before, but is it possible mother was just as worried, when I was coming home after my first term?"
"She certainly didn't chatter less", thought Harry and immediately felt ashamed. He loved his mother-in-law. And his wife, on the whole, too, even though during the 12 years since their wedding flaming passion turned into calm affection… and habit.
Harry glanced at the straight, fair-haired figure with a cane, standing a couple of meters away from them. Of all things, what an irony.
"Have you noticed Malfoys too?", asked Ginny, "I didn't even know they had a child in the same year as Katty".
"Yes", responded Harry, feeling his wife's demanding stare, "Strange that I didn't see them, when we saw Kathleen off".
"Oi, what was strange in that, Harry! As if we saw somebody except our girl!"
"Right you are"
A whistle of the approaching train was heard. Surrounded by a cloud of steam, the train majestically moved along the platform, and the waiting hurried to come closer to the tracks. Only Malfoy continued to stand tranquilly. For some reason, Harry didn't want to scurry either, but Ginny seized his hand and pulled to the train.
Before they could make even a couple of steps, doors of the closest car opened, and Kathleen Potter went out on the jump, pulling by hand a thin, blond boy with so pointed and capricious face that there could be no doubt whose son he was.
(via)
"Katty, dear, what happened?", gasped Ginny, rushing to the daughter.
Only then Harry noticed Kathleen's disheveled hair and wet eyelashes and the black eye of Malfoy's offspring.
"If this scoundrel hurt my daughter…"
"Lucius, what is the matter?" drawled a cold voice.
The lowering boy was silent.
And then Kathleen flew into her mother's arms and wept:
"Mother, mommy, they say we're filthy purebloods!"
Harry seemed to petrify, looking at Ginny hugging Kathleen and kissing her dark-haired head, in the attempt to calm his daughter down. Two steps away from them, hunkering Pansy was removing her son's bruise with a spell.
Malfoy was standing near, looking at Harry above their heads. Silently. Without malevolence. And Harry thought that he probably had then the same sad expression on his face as Draco.
(via)"Katty, dear, what happened?", gasped Ginny, rushing to the daughter.
Only then Harry noticed Kathleen's disheveled hair and wet eyelashes and the black eye of Malfoy's offspring.
"If this scoundrel hurt my daughter…"
"Lucius, what is the matter?" drawled a cold voice.
The lowering boy was silent.
And then Kathleen flew into her mother's arms and wept:
"Mother, mommy, they say we're filthy purebloods!"
Harry seemed to petrify, looking at Ginny hugging Kathleen and kissing her dark-haired head, in the attempt to calm his daughter down. Two steps away from them, hunkering Pansy was removing her son's bruise with a spell.
Malfoy was standing near, looking at Harry above their heads. Silently. Without malevolence. And Harry thought that he probably had then the same sad expression on his face as Draco.
The lowering boy was silent.
And then Kathleen flew into her mother's arms and wept:
"Mother, mommy, they say we're filthy purebloods!"
Harry seemed to petrify, looking at Ginny hugging Kathleen and kissing her dark-haired head, in the attempt to calm his daughter down. Two steps away from them, hunkering Pansy was removing her son's bruise with a spell.
Malfoy was standing near, looking at Harry above their heads. Silently. Without malevolence. And Harry thought that he probably had then the same sad expression on his face as Draco.
