“Then the old codger was using Harry as bait,” Ron said, following it with a steady stream of obscenities that did not go unnoticed by the aurors around them but did by his mother.

Hermione gave him a look to boil water.

“It’s wrong is what it is Hermione. I don’t care what else might be served by it. It’s just plain wrong after everything Harry’s done for the wizarding world. He warned people soon enough about Voldemort but no one wanted to listen.”

Inside the station a crow watched them entering. It cawed but Ron and Hermione glanced at it promptly ignoring it wrapped up in their conversation.

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The black horse drawn carriage arrived, the horses’ heads capped with tiny hats which had large fluffy white plumes protruding, small green flags on the corners waving in the wind fluttering the family crest, and in case you missed them it was emblazoned in gold on the doors of the carriage. The carriage driver sat, nose in the air, ignoring all the muggle cars that were honking because he had cut them off and the footman walked over to open the door carrying steps.

With the opening of the door the message rang clear: the Malfoy’s had arrived.

Driving down the street a red jaguar took a curve crazily and drove down the street before slamming into a pillar and a brown haired boy jumped out of the car firing spells from his wand.

“Accio trunks!” the boy yelled and the trunk of the car opened and a row of trunks came flying out after him.

“You’ll never take me alive you evil …” The author blushes to think of what Teddy was screaming much less ponders for even a fraction of a second at the possibility of the thought of even repeating it here.

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AN: Short but sweet. I'm building up to something ... maybe just remember it's always darkest before it gets darker.