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Innovator; Chapter 22: And so it Begins
🕑 Added 2024-02-04 09:37:31 +0000 UTCAuthor’s Note: Hello my dear patron family. Here’s chapter twenty-second of Innovator. Hope you like it! Do tell how it was in the comments. Also, Chapters 1-19 are on my fanfiction and ao3 profile.
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“I am Talking.”
‘I am Thinking’
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Justice is impartiality. Only strangers are impartial.
~George Bernard Shaw.
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INNOVATOR
-Dev Sagittarius Black
~~Chapter 22: And so it Begins~~
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“Open your eyes, Harry Potter,” A mismatched voice interrupted him, “It’s time to wake-up.”
Harry slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the plain, grassless field of white that lay around him. There was no end to this field, it stretched as far as his vision could perceive.
Harry looked up and saw that the sky was actually charcoal black with what looked like colorful specks of swirling light dotting it, nothing else was there. No human, no creature, absolutely nothing except the charcoal black sky filled with the small dots with swirling lights and the plain field of white.
‘But then, where did that voice come from?’ Harry thought as he looked around himself.
“What happened next, Harry Potter?” The same mismatched voice, as if a mix of three or four humans, echoed around him once more.
“Who’s there?” Harry asked as he flicked his hand, he was surprised when his loyal wand didn’t come out, “Who is it and where am I? What is this place?”
The voice chuckled as if it was amused, “You don’t remember me, Anubis? Such a shame.”
And that made Harry’s eyes widen in shock, “Death?”
“Indeed,” The voice agreed, “Now, tell me Anubis, what happened next?”
“Where are you? What is this place?” Harry asked as he stood up and rapidly looked around himself as he remembered something, “Why did you make me watch those memories?!” He cried in anger.
“So many questions, Anubis,” The entity seemed amused, “I will answer all of them, but I want you to answer me first.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about, and you have seen my life, you know everything already.” Harry grumbled, “Why do you want me to tell you what happened next?”
“Answer me,” This time, Harry couldn’t sense any of the entity’s previous amusement, “What happened next?”
Harry made a face at that, but he knew that he had to answer, “What good will it do to hear my failures from my own mouth?”
“And what bad will it do to admit that you weren’t ready for it?” The entity’s chuckles echoed around him, even though Harry couldn’t see it at all, “I want to hear it from you, Anubis, don’t keep me waiting…”
Harry clenched his fists as he glared at the snow white ground beneath him, “Malfoy was prepared for it. I should have killed him then and there, never let him leave my sight.”
“But you didn’t, and you suffered from your choice,” said Death, “I would say that you suffer from it even now, after all these years.”
“Of course I do,” Harry growled, “That lying, slippery freak threatened me. He forced me into making an unbreakable vow,” Harry released his fist, “If not for the vow, I would have ended the Malfoy line long ago.”
“I would love to hear this delightful tale, Anubis,” The voice reverberated around him, “Do tell, how did a mortal who was absolutely terrified of you, so much that he ran away from you, force you into making a vow strong enough to protect himself and his kin for so long?”
“He had seen my face. He knew I worked in the alley back in those days, and he knew that I was on friendly terms with most of the shopkeepers in both the alleys, and why wouldn’t I be? They helped me, took a homeless beggar boy who knew nothing and gave him a roof to sleep under and bread to fill his stomach with. Some of them even taught me my letters. So why wouldn’t I respect them? It was quite obvious.”
“And then? How did Malfoy use this to his advantage?” The entity pushed forward.
“He said that he would tell ‘The Council’ about my residence, and we both knew that they would hunt me down,” Harry admitted as he glared daggers on the snowy-white ground beneath him.
“And what about that?” Asked Death, “You already had protection from the two who are still escaping me with an artifact of their creation. You know they would have been able to protect you for as long as you wanted to.”
“Masters Flamel had already done too much for me, training me, helping me with the ritual, and teaching me everything about the branches that they could which would help me avenge the deaths, I could not-”
“Take their help anymore? We both know that she showered you with enough love to protect you even if you didn’t need it. When will you stop lying to yourself, Anubis?” Death mocked him, making him sigh in frustration.
Harry frowned at that, he knew what Death said was true, “Why does it matter what I did in my past?” He paced a few steps, “I am not here for tales, I am here for the power to stop the apocalypse.”
“And that will only come when you accept who you are, Anubis,” The mismatched voice of the entity told him calmly, “One cannot wield my powers without being true to themselves first, and you aren’t ready for them, yet.”
“I am as true to myself as my goals need, I don’t need someone who doesn’t have a face to teach me about myself.”
“This someone is the one who knows the price you’ve paid and the ones you still shall, if you do not face yourself,” The multiversal being told the mortal, “The worst enemy isn’t the one outside who points the wand, it’s the one inside that prevents you from doing the same.”
“Are you telling me I won’t kill when I want to?”
“Oh no, you will, but that is not what I meant, Anubis,” said Death, “I meant that you will suppress your inner self to do what is wanted. I, on the other hand, want you to reconcile and do what is needed, with no qualms against it and no regrets that bind you or your morals.”
“And you don’t think making that call was the right thing?”
“Right and wrong,” The voice was amused again, “They are a matter of perspective, if I had to judge on that basis, then you keeping information from your brother about your living status was wrong, and you killing everyone in the Tower, just for the sake of revenge was wrong too.”
“But they were the ones that had wronged us, they were the ones who were responsible for mom’s and Tim’s death, they-”
“Would have been punished for their crimes like every other mortal,” Death interrupted him again, “Yet you choose to take your vengeance and free them off their mortal coils, yet you protected the ones in the alley by not killing Lucius Malfoy and going in hiding. Do you think they never did something that required punishment? Then why didn’t you do what you wanted to and let fate do the rest? Biased much?”
“If there is someone who needs punishment, they will be punished when it’s their time,” Harry’s eyes flared, “But I am not responsible for everyone and I am not the one who punishes them, I only have my reasons against those who wronged me. I will never harm a hair on someone who gave me a roof to live under and bread and water to keep myself alive.”
There was silence for a moment and Harry couldn’t hear anything. He didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing but he didn’t utter another word. His reasons were laid out before the entity, now it depended on Death what it wanted to do with them. Punishing him for all the deaths he had caused or praising him for his morals, Harry knew that he would take them all in stride.
“What happened next, Anubis?’ The entity asked him again, “What was your unbreakable vow to Lucius Malfoy and what did he vow in return?”
“I still don’t know why you want to hear it from me,” the mortal shook his head, “I vowed that neither I, nor my kin would kill him or his kin and he vowed the same in return. His vow also included that he hasn’t told, and will never tell, anyone else that it was me who is responsible for the massacre at the Morte tower.”
“And that is how,” The immortal being concluded, “A mortal, a man who was very much afraid of you and what you could do, managed to manipulate you into an unbreakable vow that has protected him and will forever protect his offspring from the monster that he witnessed that night.”
Harry didn’t say anything. He knew that Lucius Malfoy had bested him that time. And he swore that it would be the last time that any Malfoy would ever outwit him. It was also quite obvious that Malfoy senior had made sure that his spawn never, ever tried to go off against Harry Potter or give him any chance to raise his wand against either of the Malfoys.
But Harry was patient. He had waited for three years to kill everyone in the Morte Tower. He could definitely wait a few more to destroy the Malfoys and the Council. He knew that one day he would get a chance, and that day… neither of the Malfoys would be able to save their hide from him.
“You are a rare one, Anubis,” Death’s voice was neutral, “Mortals like you are….amusing to watch over. No rules binding them, no sense of public justice or a ‘righteous’ moral code that works in favor of the mortals at large. You have your own code, make your own rules, give your own justice, forge your own path and most of all, you live by it. No regrets, no qualms, and no remorse.”
Harry chose to remain silent throughout the entire ordeal.
“I want you to remember that, Anubis,” The voice reverberated around him, “I want you to know what you chose and what you will gain. The path ahead of you isn’t to be tread lightly. You will be tested with every step, every moment until it’s your time to finally leave my realm.”
“Your-your realm?” Harry looked around himself, shocked to hear that he stood in the forbidden realm of death. He looked up at all the swirling lights and down at the snow white ground that stretched for miles around him, “Am I dead?”
“No, you are still breathing,” Death assured him, “Your mortal self is under the care of those who were asked to look over you while you joined me here, in my realm, to train and hone my powers.”
Harry nodded before his eyes widened, “Wait…is that why you made me watch all those memories? To bring me here?”
“The path to the Realm of Death can only be forged by the ones who have shed their mortal selves forever. Only then can someone step inside the realm, and they remain here until they are purged of their sins and it’s their time to rejoin the realm of the living,” Death announced.
The multiversal being continued, “But, this one time there is a crevice between the realms which helped your arrival and survival through the path that you forged and I maintained so that your consciousness could arrive in my realms while your mortal self breathes.”
“But isn’t the path forged by the ones who died?” Harry asked in confusion, “And you said I am not dead. So when did I forge the path to the realm?”
“The path you forged was a path through the memories of death and destruction that you felt and saw,” The mismatched voice replied and Harry could sense a small amount of pity in it.
“It was the reason you had to watch all the memories where you witnessed death. And even if it was not strong enough to successfully transport your entire consciousness, the crevice and my protection helped you maintain the link long enough that you arrived here in one-piece and not scattered around the realm in pieces.”
Harry winced at the visual representation that his brain conjured, being butchered and spread around wasn’t something he wanted for himself. Nope, not at all. ‘Well, that answers why I had to watch all the memories..but..’ “What now?” The innovator asked the entity.
“Simple, you will get what you came here for in the first place.”
“So, how are you going to train me?” The young mage asked again, “I mean, I don’t see any training instruments or devices or anything. And to be honest, it’s a bit weird that I can’t see you while you train me, I mean, just mismatched voices.”
“Mortals…” Death’s voice was as if it was disappointed in Harry, “I am the embodiment of death, Anubis, I do not have a face, shape, size, or form. I don’t even have a voice, what you’re hearing is a combination of the energies that I am releasing. Energies of which you are receiving through our link and your consciousness is formulating for your own language so that you are able to understand my instructions.”
“...that still doesn’t make it any less weird,” Harry muttered, “In fact, I think this makes it even weirder.”
“Then it is a good thing that I won’t be the one who will train you, the one who will has a shape, form, size, face, and voice of his own,” The entity replied, “He will be the one who will train you for the coming years till you are capable enough to be trained by me.”
“Wait..WHAT?!” Harry screamed aghast, “I don’t think I can stay here for one year, much less years. My training and your powers will be useless if I am unable to utilize it to protect the world from the apocalypse that is coming in a few months.”
“And here I thought you were the smartest mortal on the planet, is that not what they call you? The Innovator?” Death mocked him. Harry wanted to make a face but he controlled himself, “There is no measure of time here, Anubis. One leaves when they have finished what they started and they stay here until it is their time to move on.”
“But I can’t stay here like that, I am a living being, remember?” Harry asked him, “I can’t stay here for years. I don’t have that much time to live or train here, I need to go back within a few months.”
“For the sake of your mortal mind, just so you don’t lose your sanity here. I shall grant you a measure of your time here,” There was a small snap heard around him and Harry saw seven gigantic hour-glasses appear over him, their top half filled with charcoal black sand.
“What’re these?” Harry asked the entity, “What is the measurement of time for these hourglasses?
“Each of these hour-glasses represent one year in the realm,” Death announced, “And after the first two years, at the end of each year you will be given a test. You shall move onto the next phase of your training only when you have successfully completed the test that was given to you.”
“So, I am staying here for the next seven whole years?!” Harry asked, completely aghast as his mind conjured images of a devastated planet that was ravaged by the Army of Damnation that would arrive in the next six months.
“Seven years, yes. But not earth years,” Death clarified, “Each one of the hour-glasses are set to a week on the earth where you came from.”
“Which means that one year here equals one week on earth, right?” Harry asked out loud, “That means that it would be seven weeks on earth by the time I open my eyes.”
“That is, if you are able to successfully survive the tests that will be given to you at the end of each year,” The mythical voice reverberated in amusement, “And the one who trains you will definitely make you feel like your stay here is as bad as he could make it.”
Harry narrowed his eyes at that, “I have experienced many things in the past and lived to tell the tale, I will survive this too. Just tell me who it is that will train me until I am strong enough to wield your powers.”
“You will be trained by the commander of my realm, Dramox,” the voice announced the name with pride, and Harry saw a slight shimmer in the air in front of him as long humanoid limbs covered in black and violet scales started to appear.
“The commander?”
“Indeed,” Death told him, “For only a commander of Death may train a commander in death.”
“In death?” The green eyed mage asked, a bit confused, “But I am not dead, I am alive, right?”
And then, for the first time Harry felt shivers travel down his spine as fear gripped his heart after a really long time. And it wasn’t because the commander, Dramox, had almost finished being formed. No, it was because Death, the multiversal being of all ends, laughed.
And the laughter chilled his nerves. Harry even noticed that the laughter seemed to fade away as if the entity was leaving the two alone. But before Harry could completely feel the fading laughter, Death murmured two words that would forever remind Harry of his stay in the realm of Death.
“Memento Mori.”
The entity left them alone.
The sand from the first hour-glass began pouring.
Dramox, Commander of the Realm had formed completely and his violet eyes were scanning Harry, judging his worth and measuring his strengths.
“So,” said Harry, “Shall we begin?”
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The night was cold as the winds from the north blew past the manor and the snow clad grounds surrounding it. There were a few creatures of the night that prowled near the forest. And though one might mistake them for wild beasts that were out on a hunt, they were actually guards that were guarding the manor and the man who was sitting deep inside its many chambers.
There was a gentle knock on the large mahogany wood doors.
“Enter.”
Lucius Malfoy entered the large throne room, which used to be the ballroom of his manor. It was drastically different now. Not only because it had been changed to represent more of a king’s court than a ballroom, but also because of the man that sat on the throne-like chair over the floating marble platform draped in red carpet.
“Master,” Lucius muttered as he bowed to the Dark Lord and offered him the letter that Walden Macnair had sent him. “It’s a report from Macnair regarding the giants.”
Voldemort hummed as he wandlessly summoned the letter and kept it on the pile that had reports from his other.. friends, who were working tirelessly to represent him and his cause to the other groups that were out there, and trying their level best to gain more support against the current government that was infesting the glorified brothel that was magical Britain.
“Anything else I can do for you, my lord?” Malfoy senior asked, not daring to look up from the floor and into the red glaring eyes of his master. He really hoped that there was nothing and that his lord would dismiss him soon. That way he could return to his warm bed and his glass of firewhiskey much sooner.
“Ah yes, I do,” Voldemort said, as he sneered at the thoughts of the elder Malfoy, “I remember that I had assigned a task for heir Malfoy. A task, which was to be completed with his return from Hogwarts during the winter holidays. Something that began a week ago and yet I don’t know anything regarding the mission or scion Malfoy.”
Lucius gulped at that, Draco was late. And that was never a good thing in the Dark Lord’s books. He knew about the task, it was an easy one. Something that he knew Draco would love to accomplish as soon as he could.
“I would like to know why scion Malfoy is taking his time regarding such a simple retrieval mission. Does he not know the cost of being late?” There was a dangerous undertone to the statement and Lucius knew better than to refute it.
“A few days ago Narcissa received a letter from Draco, Master,” Lucius tried to sound stronger than he was feeling, “Dumbledore, for some unknown reason, has decided to keep my son in Hogwarts. He says that it’s something regarding the tournament, and that no one is leaving Hogwarts after the Yule Ball that they conducted.”
Voldemort growled in frustration, “Lucius, do you really think that Dumbledore of all people has that kind of control over the students? The parents who are waiting for their children would have rebelled by now if that were the case. Your son isn’t coming on his own, and I think I know the reason.”
Lucius’ pale face turned white and he started to shiver a bit as the temperature dropped in the room, “I-I don’t think that’s the reason, My Lord,” He trembled, “I think there is something else here because Draco was ab-absolutely ecstatic regarding the task, and I know he would have accomplished it by now.”
“Then where is the artifact that I had asked for, Lucius?” Voldemort clenched his fingers into a fist as he tried to tone down his anger, “If there is anything that is preventing young scion Malfoy from successfully accomplishing the mission, then I think you or your wife should go and help him with it. Fetch him from under the old man’s crooked nose.”
“I-I will see to it, my lord,” Lucius immediately agreed, “I will go right now and fetch Draco myself.”
“No you won’t.”
“My Lord?” Lucius looked up at the Dark Lord who was glaring down at him, he immediately turned his face back to the ground.
“Send your wife for this, you on the other hand have another task. You are to train the new recruits,” Tom said as he leaned back in his throne, “Bella is a good teacher, but sometimes she forgets that not everyone is as dedicated towards our cause, or our methods, as herself. You will assist her in training the new recruits. Understood?”
“Yes, master,” Lucius bowed once more, “I will tell Narcissa to fetch Draco and the artifact that you asked him to bring.”
“Good,” Voldemort muttered, “Now leave.”
Malfoy senior didn’t have to be told twice, he immediately left the throne room and went off in the direction of his wife’s solar.
The dark lord, on the other hand, broke open the seal on the letter he had just received from Macnair and smiled. The giants had decided to support him once more. Yes, their demand for a larger territory was justified but once he had won, the entirety of British isles would come under his reign, which means giving a small part of the hunting grounds to the giants wasn’t a problem.
‘So now I have the support of the giants, dementors, and the acromantulas…hmmm…if only the Vampires and the mutts could see it that way too…’ Voldemort thought about the werewolves, his blood boiled when he remembered how almost sixty percent of the population that was scattered across Europe had decided to either stay neutral or outright deny him the support.
His current werewolf army had only one pack, Greyback’s. And his pack was also getting swayed by the majority, leading to the slow dwindling of his forces. Something that he knew would be fatal if he didn’t do something quickly.
‘And then there is that prophecy which Severus said was incomplete…I need to hear the complete prophecy so that I don’t fail this time’ Voldemort thought as he placed the letter back, ‘I cannot take any chances against fate this time, my horcruxes are being targeted as it is…if only Draco Malfoy had brought the diadem, I would have secured both of my remaining horcruxes.’
The Dark Lord stood up from his throne and manipulated the floating platform’s magicks to take him to the window that overlooked the small part of forest that came under Malfoy Manor’s ward lines. He looked at the werewolves that stood on the perimeter. They weren’t strong ones, but they were all he had for now.
He mentally made a list of tasks for himself, first was getting support from the rest of the werewolf packs and the Vampires. Then, he had to secure the horcrux that was in Hogwarts as he knew that the Goblins wouldn’t let anyone touch the cup that was in the LeStrange vault. And lastly, he needed to know the complete prophecy before he attacked the Ministry and Hogwarts both at the same time.
Tom knew he had tried to contact Alandale Potter through the minor link they somehow shared. He had tried to show him the pathway to the Department of Mysteries, where the prophecies were, but one night he woke up screaming in pain and since then, he had not been able to form a link with the boy.
So, there was no use of making him retrieve the prophecy through subtle means, the to-be conqueror of Britain knew that he needed to go through a more hands-on approach. Something that would make his statement clearer, and would help him accomplish all of his tasks with it.
Slowly a plan began to form in his mind, he knew what would help him make a statement strong enough that he garners the support of the werewolves and Vampires, as well as get his hands on the Prophecy. He was sure that Narcissa would fetch her son and his soul container by tonight, so there was no particular need to worry about that.
“I cannot attack Hogwarts because of the wards…but Hogsmeade is fair play, isn’t it?” Voldemort gave a cruel grin as he sat on his throne and turned it towards the table, which was full of parchments and a stack of tomes and eagle feather quills.
There was an attack that needed planning, and it had to be strong enough that no other scattered group of creatures would dare oppose him in the future. Yes, he would be back, and soon Britain would fall.
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Draco Malfoy groaned as he sat on the leather sofa in the sparsely populated Slytherin common room. He rubbed his forehead, trying to soothe the ache that was eating his mind away. It was a good thing that the common room was almost empty due to the students leaving to spend the new year with their families, as they had been unable to spend Christmas due to the Ball.
The young heir knew that he would’ve been unable to deal with some of his housemates if they saw his condition right now. What he still didn’t know was how things had gone downhill the way they went. He still remembered the day as if it was yesterday, he had just acquired the artifact and was about to leave the room. Everything had gone as smoothly as he could have asked for.
And then, within a moment everything went downhill. Next, when he opened his eyes, he was tied, no wand, and both Daphne and Angelique stood over him. That was the moment when he knew that he was indeed, in less than eloquent terms, fucked.
Soon enough everything came clear when he noticed the way both the girls worked. Why the Greengrasses had taken back their complaint, why Daphne Greengrass was back in Hogwarts, and why Angelique had told him to visit as soon as he could. Everything was clear.
And that was when he understood why the Greengrasses were a feared clan. And how they might have survived the last war by staying a neutral family without any losses on either side. It was as if someone removed the blindfold that he had over his eyes.
What followed was something he knew that he would never forget. They had poked and prodded him for hours. Made him swear oaths and what not regarding his knowledge and threatened to give him to the aurors or, worse of all, freeze his family jewels.
One thing was clear, there was neither a straight, nor a roundabout, way of escaping the torture session. In the end, he had to tell almost everything that he knew about the Dark Lord, the task, and the artifact that was in his possession.
Before he could go any further in his musings, the door to the common room was opened and everyone, who had decided to not spend the new year’s eve with their families, stood to deliver their respects to the man who stood at the threshold. Though said man only had his eyes set on the person who he had been asked to fetch.
“Mr. Malfoy,” Their head of house intoned, “I want you to follow me. Only you, your… friends, are not requested.”
Draco immediately paled at that and began thinking about anything that he might have done, both voluntarily or involuntarily, to get a call from the head of his house during the winter holidays.
“I don’t have all day, Mr. Malfoy,” said the potions master, “I would prefer it if you didn’t waste my time anymore than you already are wasting right now.”
The blonde boy didn’t need to be told twice as he followed his godfather, and head of house, out of the common room. He was fairly surprised that instead of his office, the potions master took the path towards the staircases.
“Where are we going?” Draco asked in confusion.
“Someone is here to meet you, they have requested your presence and the headmaster has seen it fit to adhere to their…requests,” Snape sneered a bit, as if the thought of making him do extra work was almost revolting, “We are not going to meet the headmaster, so you don’t need to think of the ridiculous number of ways you would have probably shamed both your birth and Hogwarts house.”
“You don’t need to tell that to me,” Draco shook his head, “Just tell me where we are going and who wants to meet me.”
Snape stopped for a moment and it looked as if he was contemplating whether he should actually tell the boy or simply hex him for his impudence, in the end he relented and shook his head at the boy’s arrogance and blamed it on his upbringing.
“We are moving toward the VIP suites that are on the fifth floor,” The elder mage answered, “And, I think, it would be prudent if you meet your visitor instead of irritating me with nonsensical questions about their identity, which you will learn in the next few minutes.”
‘But-”
Snape immediately turned on his heel and glared at the younger wizard, “Do not test my patience, Mr. Malfoy. I am already against this as it is, but since the headmaster has deemed it fit, I don’t want the matter to prolong anymore than it has to.”
One thing that even the idiotic brain of Draco Malfoy comprehended easily was ‘danger’. And right now, he knew that if he said another word, he would definitely regret the results. Ergo, he hastily nodded, and internally sighed in relief when his godfather started moving once more.
They went past the magical portraits and suits of armor that littered the castle’s hallways as they stepped onto the fifth floor, which hosted the VIP suites, most of which were empty. The two mages stayed silent throughout the entire journey. Snape only spoke when he stood in front of a nameless door.
“I’ll leave you here, she is waiting inside for you,” Snape explained as he knocked twice and they heard a muffled ‘enter’ from behind the door, “You can either stay here in the suite or return back to the common room. If you do plan to return then use the floo that has been activated and return to my office, I’ll escort you back to the common room, understood?”
“I don’t need you to watch over me all the time,” Draco glared at the man, “I can take care of myself well enough.”
Snape glared down at the boy, “If only you actually could, I wouldn’t have been forced to escort you from the common room, now would I?” He hissed, “Do you understand what you have to do if you don’t want to stay here for the night?”
Draco didn’t say anything, more like he didn’t want to give the man the satisfaction of a verbal response after the way the man had been treating him throughout the journey. So he nodded and turned towards the door. The potions master didn’t spend another moment as he swiftly turned on his heels and left the corridor as quickly as he could.
The Malfoy heir was curious as to who this person was that had been given a VIP suite at Hogwarts, and had successfully made Severus Snape escort a boy all the way from the dungeons. So he opened the door only to be surprised when he finally saw her long blonde locks as she stood with her back facing him.
“Mother?”
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Ending note: There you have it fellas, chapter Twenty-Two of Innovator, hope you liked it.
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Comments
Dev Sagittarius Black
Yep. Keep waiting for the return. Trust me, it'll be grand. 😎🎉
RyanMK666
Hmmm so 7 weeks in the real world for 7 years training. That, in the time they’re in, is a LONG time, I can only imagine what’s going to happen in the 7 weeks Harry is gone.
