Second Savior // Dramione ✔️

+ Chapter Six +

About a week later, Draco was just about to leave for Hermione's when a tiny black owl flew into the room and perched itself on the coat rack. In its' beak was an envelope.

"Hi there," Draco greeted. "Are you from St. Mungo's?"

The owl blinked its' wide yellow eyes as if saying "But of course." It chirped and dropped the envelope into Draco's hand before slightly bowing its' head and soaring back off into the morning sky.

Draco felt his composure crumble as he held the envelope. It had been nearly a week since he Granger and visited St. Mungo's. He was expecting the worst.

"Better wait till I see Granger to open this," he mumbled.

And with those words he vanished from the Malfoy Manor with an earsplitting pop!

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Narcissa paced back and forth in her room, waiting for Borgin to arrive. The grandfather clock standing by her bed informed her he was ten minutes late on the dot. Not only was she frustrated by his tardiness; she was also frustrated with her husband.

Narcissa hadn't spoken to Borgin once since she'd asked him to speak to Cumins. Partly because she was too trapped in her depressing thoughts to care, and partly because she wasn't ready to face the truth about Lucius.

That was the funny part about life, she thought wryly. One could lose their mind worrying about something or someone they cared about; spending sleepless nights conjuring up every worst possible outcome. But then when they were given the chance to see and experience that outcome, fear took over.

There was a soft thud from outside the room, indicating Borgin had arrived. Naricssa hastily composed herself and made sure she appeared more put-together than she felt.

"Naricssa," Borgin said as he entered, breathing heavily.

"Before you tell me anything, Pete, let me say something first-"

"Narcissa," Borgin repeated, striding over to her and taking her frail, trembling hands in one of his. "They have him."

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Ron sat at the bar of the Leaky Cauldron, grasping a mug of Butterbeer in his hands. The bartender had given him a weird look when he entered, which Ron had shrugged off. Since becoming friends with Harry Potter, many people in the Wizarding World had begun to recognize him even when he wasn't with Harry.

"Need another one of those?" the bartender nodded at Ron's hands.

"Yeah, that'd be great." Ron handed it over, giving the man a lookover. "Say, have we met before? You look a little familiar."

The man refilled Ron's drink to the brim, sliding it over before replying. "No, we haven't met. Not face to face at least. But I went to Hogwarts."

Ron couldn't stop the shock that appeared on his face, and quickly tried to cover it up before the man noticed. "Oh, when?"

There was a pause. "Same as you. I'm Arturo Bonesmith. I was in Hufflepuff."

So that's why I didn't know him, thought Ron. "How'd you end up working at the Leaky Cauldron?"

Arturo narrowed his eyes. "Aye, Weasley, not everyone had good luck at the end of the War. I didn't have two best friends by my side. In fact, I had no one. It's not easy finding a job when you literally have no living family left."