Family Life #47: Portkey
“Come on, Draco, we must hurry,” Lucius called our son.
Draco scurried down the stairs. “I’m here.”
I ruffled his hair fondly. “Put your hand on the portkey, dear. We musn’t be late for the Qudditch World Cup.” Placing my fair hand gingerly on the broken watch, I made sure Draco did the same.
“One…two…three…” Lucius counted and I felt like I was being pulled forward. There was a whooshing sensation in my stomach but before I could contemplate our feet had reached solid ground.
Arranging my hair, I gazed around as Lucius worked out the necessities with the coordinator.
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |