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Harry Potter (ab_harry) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,

Harry was writing a letter to hand to the goblin at Gringotts in the hopes that he'd pass it along. Writing was a little of an exaggeration. There were balls of crunched parchment covering his desk. He really needed Glenda. Or maybe Hermione, but she was busy and he should be able to do something without going to her. Or something in general. This job was turning out to be like every stakeout he'd ever done: hurry up and wait.

He lit up at the knock on the door. "Scorpius, whatever it is, yes do interrupt." And why was he so bloody polite? Draco had never been polite. He frowned a little when the door opened and there was no blond hair. "You're not Scorpius. Of course you aren't. Sorry, Al, come on in. I've been trying to write this and-" He gestured toward his desk.

He leaned back on his chair and look at his son. "Is everything all right?" Now that the letter was slipping from his mind, his thoughts went in a very different direction. "Are you all right?" Never be said that he didn't assume the worse. "Sit, tell me what's wrong."