Who: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter Where: Draco's flat, London When: Today, Wednesday September 4, afternoon What: Both are freaking out about the recent arrivals for different reasons, trying to figure out how to deal with things Warnings/Status: Threaded, Incomplete, maybe a bit of language on both ends
When Harry had first seen Tom R writing on the pages, he'd panicked. Tom Riddle. Voldemort. Judging by the other comments he could see, his suspicions were accurate. It was Voldemort. Damn it. Of all the people to show up, Voldemort was here. And his mother was here. And Bellatrix. And...they were all suddenly arriving to the point where Harry was on overload. It seemed that Draco was also on overload. Both boys had every right to panic about what was going on.
Harry didn't take long to get to Draco's flat. He wasn't going to let Voldemort lay a finger anywhere near anyone who didn't want anything to do with Voldemort. He knocked on Draco's door, choosing to come over in just casual jeans and a green t-shirt. This could be one of their last meetings before meeting with everyone else, so it would also be a good time to get their stories straight.