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POST-WAR HP: He was an Unspeakable and his expertise was in the mind. The Occlumency he’d once learnt from his Aunt had helped him into the department - he had, after all, left Hogwarts prematurely without a single N.E.W.T to his name - and within a few years Draco Malfoy, sullen and taciturn in his late twenties, had become one of the leading authorities in memory modification research. If only, he often thought, he could find a way to erase certain things from the mind; if only there was a way to transfigure certain bad memories into bad dreams.
Rubeus Remus Potter. You were named after the only two people at Hogwarts who seemed to give shit about me, because come on who else would I name you after? A verbally abusive dickbag who was in love with my mum and gave me shit all my life and someone who convinced a bunch of children that they needed to be soldiers? What kind of awful aspirations would that make you end up having? Come on son I’m not an idiot…
“This is a stake-out,” Harry said. “Put that book away because it‟s your duty. And because it kind of makes me want to cry.”
“It is my duty to read this book,” Malfoy announced virtuously. “I am your partner. Your danger is my danger, your case is my case, and your crazy Veela charms are my crazy Veela charms. Except technically not, which is such a shame, because I would put them to good use.”
With that, he returned to the awful book he‟d found in the Unspeakable library. It had a picture Harry found very distressing on the front, and it was called Virgins and Vixens: A Veracious Version of the Vicissitudes of the Veela.
Harry returned to staring over his dashboard at the house occupied by Halperin, Dixon’s silent partner, the man who they suspected of making the plan that had got four goblin children killed. In four hours, they had gathered the important evidence that he recycled.
Malfoy had gathered some other things, but none of them were relevant to the case and all of them upset Harry on many levels.
At this point Malfoy gave another delighted cackle, and Harry braced himself.
“Potter, look,” he said, flashing a brilliant and evil smile, and he showed Harry the picture.
After a moment Harry shut his eyes, because it was shut his eyes or go blind.
“It‟s the ceremonial nightgown of the Veela,” Malfoy told him in hushed tones, as if he did not want to scare his own unholy glee away. “All Veela have to wear it on their wedding nights.”
“Not going to be an issue,” Harry said between clenched teeth.
“I like the organdie,” Malfoy observed, still in those hushed tones, and then he laid his face down on the book and laughed and laughed. He emerged from the book wielding a pencil, and made a mark beside the horrible picture. “That’s your Christmas present sorted out,then.”
Stuff like this brings on a bad case of manly tears without fail
CRYING. ACTUALLY SOBBING. Oh my god no someone help.;o; She can see again and is clean, warm and loved. Do you even understand?;-; x