25 Days- Chapter 17
Dec. 17th, 2017 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 17
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 397
Rating: G
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 traditional prompt 17: 
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 17
He hates. He hates so much that he has no clue how to go on. If he could he would burn it all down and raise hell. And then watch the fallout that would happen.
But he can't.
It isn't the house's fault.
And ever since he moved back in he can understand Malfoy Manor better than ever.
There is ancient magic in the foundation granting shelter and safety. There is some old magic that has to come from one of his ancestors wandering around fixing little things, he himself would never have notices, like a crack in the ceiling, a small fissure in the doorframe. Then there is the magic of his grandmother: everything it touches brightens a little and it is such a sight.
Or the wild magic wandering through the house as it roams over the grounds. Never to mention all the other things he sees, even the stain of the Dark Lord.
He cannot erase that much history, that much life and wonder just because he hates.
"Master is to be going out?" A small elf pops up next to him, handing over his coat.
"Yes, I have seen the Yule log you have put together. It looks very festive, well done. A friend sent me over some mistletoe, I shall go and retrieve it to add it, if that is alright with you?" He forces himself to speak slowly and something that resembles a sentence.
"We is delighted to hear young Master has noticed. And we will be wishing you a nice outing." The elf bowed before it vanished again, doing what houselves do, and he now knows that they are doing quite a lot.
As he enters the house he calls himself stupid for having forgotten not only his gifted mistletoe here but also his letter. Coming back here today is not one of his brighter ideas. Potter is walking dynamite and he is a lute already burning, this combination ends badly, and when it comes to Potter and him it will end in disaster. But with some luck he will be in and out of the house before Potter even notices he is was there at all.
That hope dies as he sees Potter sitting in the small salon apparently reading his letter.
Hate rushes through him, burning, destroying out of control.
He hates Potter, he hates him so much!
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 397
Rating: G
Prompt:
slythindor100 traditional prompt 17: 
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 17
He hates. He hates so much that he has no clue how to go on. If he could he would burn it all down and raise hell. And then watch the fallout that would happen.
But he can't.
It isn't the house's fault.
And ever since he moved back in he can understand Malfoy Manor better than ever.
There is ancient magic in the foundation granting shelter and safety. There is some old magic that has to come from one of his ancestors wandering around fixing little things, he himself would never have notices, like a crack in the ceiling, a small fissure in the doorframe. Then there is the magic of his grandmother: everything it touches brightens a little and it is such a sight.
Or the wild magic wandering through the house as it roams over the grounds. Never to mention all the other things he sees, even the stain of the Dark Lord.
He cannot erase that much history, that much life and wonder just because he hates.
"Master is to be going out?" A small elf pops up next to him, handing over his coat.
"Yes, I have seen the Yule log you have put together. It looks very festive, well done. A friend sent me over some mistletoe, I shall go and retrieve it to add it, if that is alright with you?" He forces himself to speak slowly and something that resembles a sentence.
"We is delighted to hear young Master has noticed. And we will be wishing you a nice outing." The elf bowed before it vanished again, doing what houselves do, and he now knows that they are doing quite a lot.
As he enters the house he calls himself stupid for having forgotten not only his gifted mistletoe here but also his letter. Coming back here today is not one of his brighter ideas. Potter is walking dynamite and he is a lute already burning, this combination ends badly, and when it comes to Potter and him it will end in disaster. But with some luck he will be in and out of the house before Potter even notices he is was there at all.
That hope dies as he sees Potter sitting in the small salon apparently reading his letter.
Hate rushes through him, burning, destroying out of control.
He hates Potter, he hates him so much!
