25 Days- Chapter 11
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Title: Chapter 11
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 1.871
Rating: G
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 traditional prompt 10: 
Warning: alternating pov,
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere,
start with part one here: @dw | @lj
Chapter 11
Dear Mereille,
I hope this letter finds you well and happy. I am sorry for having not written to you this long, but you probably knew I would not write, so I do not feel particularly guilty.
I hope Hettie is fine too, and that she will have a good time with the gifts I am sending to her. Do NOT try to say that they were your idea. I spelled them to wish her a merry Christmas from her favourite person. And yes, I will always use the fact that your daughter likes me best against you.
To be honest, I thought a lot about spending Christmas with you and your daughter, but I know you will join the Christmas festivity my parents are going to host, and I would rather not see them again. You may tell my mother that I am well, but if you would do me the favour and change the topic when I come up, I would be very grateful.
I told you that I did not want to go back to Great Britain yet. Well, I was made to go back. This is the reason I am writing you: are you sure that I have to face my past? I know, I know, I should not ask you that. But here everything is turning into a huge mess again. It seems that no matter where I go, as soon as I interact with people everything goes wrong.
You see I was made the helper of the Saviour himself. And I have no clue where to start. That man, really that man-child, has no sense of control. He does the most ridicules things without even imagining that there might be consequences. He had his own magical core separated from himself, and no his core was not overflowing. There is so much wrong with him, how am I supposed to help him? Besides the small issue that he does neither like me nor trust me...
Him having blame me for his life going to hell does not help either.
Mereille, do you remember last summer. I was not happy then, but I think I might have been content. I doubt I will ever be happy, but for that summer it wasfine alright.
Something just got lost afterwards... or maybe it was lost a long time ago, and I just had the illusion of it.
I really need to know from you, this once, you know I never asked you for anything, so this once please, tell me when you see my future, is there any chance that I might be content again? And if you can't see that, will I survive helping Potter, because I have doubts in that regard.
The moment he lets go of the magic he carries something is going to happen, something big and something dangerous.
I am currently staying in Malfoy Manor. Can you believe that it let me in? I know I can't stay for long. And Lucius is still very much the head of the family. I can get through the wards, I cannot lower them.
But for the moment I do not have many options, and at least the place is friendly towards me.
You see, I am hopeless, so sent me something that will cheer me up.
Also I will try to sent it with that owl that found me this Spring. If it reaches you and Hettie is close by, ask her if she wants to name the owl. Calling my owl with "Owl" towards me is rather undignified, and since it refuses to leave, I shall try to make use of it.
I am awaiting your answer in three days, otherwise I will conclude this letter never got to you.
Love,
Draco.
Carefully he reads over his letter again, before he rolls the parchment together. It does sound chaotic. And he has neglected to mentioned many things, but then Mereille is a very good seer. She does not need him to spell it all out. She will read it in between.
After he has sent the letter of, he goes to walk around the manor once more.
He likes that he is alone here. He likes to see the ancient magic shimmer through the walls. He likes that he can ignore the summons of his friends.
He is angry at them. Once again in his life, Potter is more important than him. It is not fair that Theo knows how to get him to do things. He understands that seeing Potter this way is not a pleasant thing, and he is well aware that Theo hates his home.
He simply doesn't have the solution. Yes, he can see what is happening, but he only ever learned the basics and the rest is him experimenting. But with the amount of wild magic in Potter... One misstep and only the gods would know what could happen.
He has seen wild magic lending it's power to a wizard, but that is not what has happened with Potter. In fact he can't even imagine what had drawn the magic into Potter in the first place.
And then there is this incredible old magic in him. It has a different feel to it. Where had Potter found it?
The dark magic he could explain, wonderboy for certain spent enough time around dark magic. But old magic?
Until late in the night he has tried to research wild magic in the library. He has managed to find new information, but he doubts that it would be useful.
The next morning 'his' owl returns with a letter bound to its claw. He is impressed with the fact that the owl managed to find its way.
Dear Draco,
you are of course right, guilt is not necessary. I and Hettie were pleasantly surprised by your letter. And yes, she still likes you best and she is excited to open her gifts on Christmas Eve like the good little girl she is.
Draco, promise me you will not spent Christmas alone in that house. I sent you there to face your past, your friends, so don't hide away. I am worried about you, you know that right? And you know I only want your best?
Draco, I implore you to please trust me. It will be fine one way or another. However you know I cannot see past events that are not yet set in stone. Being there, being with your friends opens new possibilities for you, you must trust me.
And also, you big snob, life is messy. It always will be, you will make mistakes, you will lose your temper, magic will do fun stuff around you, people will think of you as crazy. That is your life. But just because it is messy, doesn't mean it can't be fun. You are twenty-two, for havens sake, not hundred-twenty-two. You are young, learn to live. And learn to let life have its ways.
I know the last six years with your father have been hard on you. I know you are hurting, and nothing will change that. But you can't let him rob you of your future. You have to go back, and start again. Do your thing, you know?
And I hate to say it that way, but I am certain that Elvire would also want you to do the best you can. And think about it this way: it is messy now, but there is potential for you. Don't doubt yourself. You will be fine, in the end.
As for the manor itself- I do believe it best if you are not to stay there too long, yes. Your father is rather unpredictable.
I assume that the lack of question means I shall not report on what you did not mention, so I won't. But I am keeping watch.
And then let me answer your concern about helping Harry Potter- and do I need to know why you cannot name him?
I know you will not like what I will say now, but you never do, so I shan't mind it now either: Do not try to control it.
Think about what it is you want to do. And the nature of wild magic. What happens to the fool who tries to control the chaos?
However I am concerned about the dark magic. You have a weakness towards it. You told me that your friend Severus knew about it also, and told you to be careful, and a way to resist the temptation. Remember his words. You must be careful. I know you dislike it when I name your emotions, but your resentment, your rage and your hate will draw it towards you.
So maybe for the beginning leave it alone. Maybe in the end Harry Potter will be able to get rid of it on his own? He is the saviour after all.
I must say, your letter was not as hopeful as I had wished for it to be. But I am happy that you have reached out to me. If you need to please do so again. You are always welcome to me.
And I hope, I have managed to sufficiently annoy you with answering your letter in this fashion and not in the point to point way you prefer. That is good. Go outside, walk your annoyance of and enjoy the day. And please, for the love of Circé, remember that you are young!
Love
Mereille
PS: Hettie named the owl 'Hermes', because it's the fastest owl she ever saw- that little liar- and you can shorten it to Hermi, but when I tried it, your owl seemed to contemplate picking my eyes out, so I wager only Hettie gets away with the nickname.
He has left the manor in a very annoyed fashion. Are the French not taught the proper way to answer letters? And even worse Mereille knows how she can rile him up.
But she also knows how to twist a knife: mentioning Elvire is one but in this letter there are many tiny knives.
He is no good with chaos, with letting things happen, with being wrong-footed. It always leads to even bigger catastrophes for him. And Potter is chaos personified.
He snorts at his own joke, because he now literally is.
Walking in the snow does calm him down again. And he can see the reasoning behind Mereille's words.
Controlling the wild magic is not his brightest idea. But Potter would need to control himself. Otherwise he would stay forever drunk on wild magic.
Only when he nearly bumped into a red telephone box does he realise how far he has walked. In fact if he follows the street here, through the small town, he would be really close to Nott's home.
He should not run away.
Facing up his past.
But he does want to run away, and has no intention of facing his past.
Because he is so tired, and he is fathers son, no matter how hard he tries.
But maybe he does not have to go all the way today. Maybe a step after another, just to see how much further he is able to go.
Title: Chapter 11
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 1.871
Rating: G
Prompt:
slythindor100 traditional prompt 10: Warning: alternating pov,
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere,
start with part one here: @dw | @lj
Chapter 11
Dear Mereille,
I hope this letter finds you well and happy. I am sorry for having not written to you this long, but you probably knew I would not write, so I do not feel particularly guilty.
I hope Hettie is fine too, and that she will have a good time with the gifts I am sending to her. Do NOT try to say that they were your idea. I spelled them to wish her a merry Christmas from her favourite person. And yes, I will always use the fact that your daughter likes me best against you.
To be honest, I thought a lot about spending Christmas with you and your daughter, but I know you will join the Christmas festivity my parents are going to host, and I would rather not see them again. You may tell my mother that I am well, but if you would do me the favour and change the topic when I come up, I would be very grateful.
I told you that I did not want to go back to Great Britain yet. Well, I was made to go back. This is the reason I am writing you: are you sure that I have to face my past? I know, I know, I should not ask you that. But here everything is turning into a huge mess again. It seems that no matter where I go, as soon as I interact with people everything goes wrong.
You see I was made the helper of the Saviour himself. And I have no clue where to start. That man, really that man-child, has no sense of control. He does the most ridicules things without even imagining that there might be consequences. He had his own magical core separated from himself, and no his core was not overflowing. There is so much wrong with him, how am I supposed to help him? Besides the small issue that he does neither like me nor trust me...
Him having blame me for his life going to hell does not help either.
Mereille, do you remember last summer. I was not happy then, but I think I might have been content. I doubt I will ever be happy, but for that summer it was
Something just got lost afterwards... or maybe it was lost a long time ago, and I just had the illusion of it.
I really need to know from you, this once, you know I never asked you for anything, so this once please, tell me when you see my future, is there any chance that I might be content again? And if you can't see that, will I survive helping Potter, because I have doubts in that regard.
The moment he lets go of the magic he carries something is going to happen, something big and something dangerous.
I am currently staying in Malfoy Manor. Can you believe that it let me in? I know I can't stay for long. And Lucius is still very much the head of the family. I can get through the wards, I cannot lower them.
But for the moment I do not have many options, and at least the place is friendly towards me.
You see, I am hopeless, so sent me something that will cheer me up.
Also I will try to sent it with that owl that found me this Spring. If it reaches you and Hettie is close by, ask her if she wants to name the owl. Calling my owl with "Owl" towards me is rather undignified, and since it refuses to leave, I shall try to make use of it.
I am awaiting your answer in three days, otherwise I will conclude this letter never got to you.
Love,
Draco.
Carefully he reads over his letter again, before he rolls the parchment together. It does sound chaotic. And he has neglected to mentioned many things, but then Mereille is a very good seer. She does not need him to spell it all out. She will read it in between.
After he has sent the letter of, he goes to walk around the manor once more.
He likes that he is alone here. He likes to see the ancient magic shimmer through the walls. He likes that he can ignore the summons of his friends.
He is angry at them. Once again in his life, Potter is more important than him. It is not fair that Theo knows how to get him to do things. He understands that seeing Potter this way is not a pleasant thing, and he is well aware that Theo hates his home.
He simply doesn't have the solution. Yes, he can see what is happening, but he only ever learned the basics and the rest is him experimenting. But with the amount of wild magic in Potter... One misstep and only the gods would know what could happen.
He has seen wild magic lending it's power to a wizard, but that is not what has happened with Potter. In fact he can't even imagine what had drawn the magic into Potter in the first place.
And then there is this incredible old magic in him. It has a different feel to it. Where had Potter found it?
The dark magic he could explain, wonderboy for certain spent enough time around dark magic. But old magic?
Until late in the night he has tried to research wild magic in the library. He has managed to find new information, but he doubts that it would be useful.
The next morning 'his' owl returns with a letter bound to its claw. He is impressed with the fact that the owl managed to find its way.
Dear Draco,
you are of course right, guilt is not necessary. I and Hettie were pleasantly surprised by your letter. And yes, she still likes you best and she is excited to open her gifts on Christmas Eve like the good little girl she is.
Draco, promise me you will not spent Christmas alone in that house. I sent you there to face your past, your friends, so don't hide away. I am worried about you, you know that right? And you know I only want your best?
Draco, I implore you to please trust me. It will be fine one way or another. However you know I cannot see past events that are not yet set in stone. Being there, being with your friends opens new possibilities for you, you must trust me.
And also, you big snob, life is messy. It always will be, you will make mistakes, you will lose your temper, magic will do fun stuff around you, people will think of you as crazy. That is your life. But just because it is messy, doesn't mean it can't be fun. You are twenty-two, for havens sake, not hundred-twenty-two. You are young, learn to live. And learn to let life have its ways.
I know the last six years with your father have been hard on you. I know you are hurting, and nothing will change that. But you can't let him rob you of your future. You have to go back, and start again. Do your thing, you know?
And I hate to say it that way, but I am certain that Elvire would also want you to do the best you can. And think about it this way: it is messy now, but there is potential for you. Don't doubt yourself. You will be fine, in the end.
As for the manor itself- I do believe it best if you are not to stay there too long, yes. Your father is rather unpredictable.
I assume that the lack of question means I shall not report on what you did not mention, so I won't. But I am keeping watch.
And then let me answer your concern about helping Harry Potter- and do I need to know why you cannot name him?
I know you will not like what I will say now, but you never do, so I shan't mind it now either: Do not try to control it.
Think about what it is you want to do. And the nature of wild magic. What happens to the fool who tries to control the chaos?
However I am concerned about the dark magic. You have a weakness towards it. You told me that your friend Severus knew about it also, and told you to be careful, and a way to resist the temptation. Remember his words. You must be careful. I know you dislike it when I name your emotions, but your resentment, your rage and your hate will draw it towards you.
So maybe for the beginning leave it alone. Maybe in the end Harry Potter will be able to get rid of it on his own? He is the saviour after all.
I must say, your letter was not as hopeful as I had wished for it to be. But I am happy that you have reached out to me. If you need to please do so again. You are always welcome to me.
And I hope, I have managed to sufficiently annoy you with answering your letter in this fashion and not in the point to point way you prefer. That is good. Go outside, walk your annoyance of and enjoy the day. And please, for the love of Circé, remember that you are young!
Love
Mereille
PS: Hettie named the owl 'Hermes', because it's the fastest owl she ever saw- that little liar- and you can shorten it to Hermi, but when I tried it, your owl seemed to contemplate picking my eyes out, so I wager only Hettie gets away with the nickname.
He has left the manor in a very annoyed fashion. Are the French not taught the proper way to answer letters? And even worse Mereille knows how she can rile him up.
But she also knows how to twist a knife: mentioning Elvire is one but in this letter there are many tiny knives.
He is no good with chaos, with letting things happen, with being wrong-footed. It always leads to even bigger catastrophes for him. And Potter is chaos personified.
He snorts at his own joke, because he now literally is.
Walking in the snow does calm him down again. And he can see the reasoning behind Mereille's words.
Controlling the wild magic is not his brightest idea. But Potter would need to control himself. Otherwise he would stay forever drunk on wild magic.
Only when he nearly bumped into a red telephone box does he realise how far he has walked. In fact if he follows the street here, through the small town, he would be really close to Nott's home.
He should not run away.
Facing up his past.
But he does want to run away, and has no intention of facing his past.
Because he is so tired, and he is fathers son, no matter how hard he tries.
But maybe he does not have to go all the way today. Maybe a step after another, just to see how much further he is able to go.
