#chosenwrong

         another day, another run in with death eaters. at this point, what did he have to lose? he’d lost all of his friends, and his only remaining duty was to protect harry in any way he could. and yet, as the death eater was revealed to be lucius’ son, remus found himself lowering his wand, just for a moment, before raising it once more. ‘ put your wand down, draco. i’m not going to fight you. ‘ he wasn’t doing this to fight children, but he also knew better than to lower his wand. 

Theodore had a heavy feeling on his chest as he walked a one step behind his father, but he forced himself to stand straight and carry himself well, even if these meetings were torture to him. He wasn’t a Death Eater, he didn’t want to become one, but he was expected to become one, and that was why he was dragged along because saying his opinion out loud wouldn’t be wise.  When they got inside the building, the older Nott waved his hand as a sign for him to stop, and the younger one did as he was told. He wasn’t trusted with all the information, so he waited in the hallway, letting his eyes wander for a moment, before he spotted a familiar looking platinum-haired wizard standing in the hallway too.

                                                                          𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄.

@chosenwrong

“You mean in your Fathers absence?” The Dark Lord said sitting back. He rested both hands on the armrests, palms up and empty.

It seemed natural that Draco would take Lucius place beside his throne. Unless, The Dark Lord mused, Lucius had gone missing on purpose? Too soon for guessing. 

“Mmm,” Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. As if he was peering into the future past the younger, Malfoys shoulder. Seeing the tangle fate of the Malfoy clan.

“It will be no good.” Lord Voldemort said, “You will make head of Law enforcement in time. Your too important to the Ministry to waste serving me.”

“May prove prudent for you to be on the case of your father.” The Dark Lord’s mind kept going back over the facts.

Lucius had left his traveling cloak. The office was missing nor thrown in chaos. He had not taken a coin from his bank vault..

                           ❝  .  "Professor?"     →  @chosenwrong​

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚁𝚈  𝚃𝙾  𝙿𝙾𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁  𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙵  Severus  was  not  a  brutal  monster  who  ate  little  children  for  breakfast    ;    one  could  ask  any  of  his  first  years  and  they  would  attest  to  that.  Still,  he  was  a  very  overworked  man,  and  he  was  exhausted  ━━━━━━━  not  that  that  was  knew,  he  was  always  exhausted,  it  was  probably  the  not  sleeping  and  the  anxiety  and  the  not  eating.  Well,  the  children  weren't  at  fault,  and  in  truth  his  snakes  hardly  ever  got  the  burnt  of  his  anger    ;      while  others  thought  it  to  be  a  priviledge,  or  that  he  went  easy  on  them,  it  was  quite  the  oposite  ━━━━━  like  the  clever  little  devils  they  were,  they  had  learned  to  read  the  signs  of  when  to  approach  him  or  not.  And  only  dared  coming  to  him  on  his  "bad  days"  when  it  was  an  emmergency.

That  night  was  not  a  bad  one  ━━━━  by  far  one  of  the  lest  taxing,  and  yet  he  had  a  headache  and  a  million  assignments  to  grade.  Needless  to  say  he  did  not  expect  to  be  interrupted,  and  yet,  in  the  middle  of  marking  Mr.  Weasley's  atrocious  essay,  a  familiar  voice  and  soft  knock  on  his  door  caught  his  attention.  ❛                    Come  on  in,  Mr.  Malfoy...                        ❜    with  a  flick  of  his  hand  Severus  opened  the  door,  wandless  magic  as  natural  to  him  as  breathing  was.  Severus  didn't  necessarily  have  to  call  Draco  by  his  family  name    ;    they  were  alone,  and  the  boy  was  his  godson,  but  he  had  referred  to  him  as  'professor'  not  uncle,  and  so  Severus  followed  in  kind.  And  with  a  tired  sigh,  bony  hand  running  through  silky  black  hair,  Snape  set  his  obsidian  eyes  upon  his  Godson.

“Something’s troubling you.” It wasn’t a question because Theodore didn’t have to ask. He’d shared a dorm with Draco for such a long time that he could tell quite easily when something was wrong. And whatever this was, it had developed slowly over the last few months, and he couldn’t help but worry. Being alone with Draco in the dorm for once seemed like the perfect opportunity to ask.

@chosenwrong   : He gazes up intently at the older male, grinning at the interest Flint seemed to take in him. "I think my size accounts for something, right?" He tries to fake confidence in his answer. "As a seeker, at least. I think it makes me aerodynamic."