Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.
“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.”
The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.
“Did you want something?”
“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.
And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.
“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”
“I want my friends to come visit.”
Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”
“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”
Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge.
“I see. For how long?”
“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”
Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”
I want my friends…friends…how often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables.
“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”
Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”
Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”
“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”
“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”
“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”
“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”
Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click.
Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front.
Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.
“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”
Look, I lied to you about going to the doctor, okay? I didn’t go to the doctor about my liver. I just haven’t been feeling so great, so, they ran some tests last week. (…) And I got a little radiation poisoning from that dirty bomb that we diffused a couple months ago. It’s fine. The pills you’ve seen me taking, that’s a short term thing. It’s gonna knock it out. All right. (..) he says he’s almost 100% sure there’s gonna be some side effects down the road, you know, but, Danny, we’re talking years down the road, not today. I’m fine right now.
Wild speculation incoming. Also:
massive spoilers incoming for people who don’t read the manga (I’m
putting anything post-season 1 under a cut).
So. Y’all know UA has a mole problem, yeah? I’m far from the first to come
up with a theory on this, but I’m happy to note that I did (I think)
arrive upon a new suspect.
For context: after the villains attack
UA, it becomes increasingly clear that someone in that school
is a traitor. They’re either working for Shigaraki, or as a subsidiary of his ‘sensei’.
Deduction methods: I’m mostly going by elimination, Sherlock
Holmes style. Also, I’m basing myself on the following classic narrative rule: If you’re going to have a traitor in the midst of your cast, you have
to introduce them way before anyone knew there even was a traitor. If
a writer goes 'oh, here’s our traitor, the person that showed up
right before they got found out’, that is lame. Like… super lame
and I give Horikoshi more credit than this. Dude put cameos of
several characters in the very first chapter of the manga. He knows
what he’s doing.
The villain invasion
Let’s start with the first time we see Shigaraki
and his cronies in action (incidentally it is also the part where
BnHA stops being a high school slice of life romp and starts getting
Serious). So, the invasion starts with an electrical cut-out,
which shuts off the trespasser sensors. Then the villains use
Kurogiri’s ability to flood in. Straight off the bat, the
following teachers are proven innocent, by virtue of nearly dying
trying to protect the students:
The following are also out of the
picture for really messing up Shigaraki’s plans. I mean. There is
such a thing as acting to avert suspicion, but for a spy this
probably goes too far:
five kids beating up/sabotaging Kurogiri at the entrance: Iida,
is present but doesn’t actually do anything).
I’m going to put Snipe on the
Innocent List as well, for shooting the hell out of Shigaraki.
Right here, that’s like half of class
1-A in the innocent pile. Please note that I’m not taking off any of
the other teachers that show up to Save the Day. That’s their job,
you see. Not coming along to save the kids would make them
People that are Highly Suspicious
after this incident:
and Hagakure: where they go tho?
Kaminari: because of the electric
blast at the start. However, it is heavily suggested that the
electric villain that captures him, Momo and Jirou is the one
messing up the sensors.
The rescue mission exercise was a
surprise. At least to the students of 1-A. This makes it less likely
that the traitor is one of the class and more likely that they are faculty. Although any spy worth their salt could, of course,
have snuck into the teacher’s office.
villains, and this is a major point in Izuku’s water fight, don’t
know the kid’s quirks. If the traitor is 1-A or, for that matter,
someone who regularly teaches them, they should probably know them
at least a little? They had that physical test and everything.
Again, though, I can’t really rule them out because the info they
gained from the test is vague at best, and they may not have had the
time to relay it fully.
With that said, let’s go to the next
incident. Everything from this point is a Manga Spoiler, so
I’m honestly at a complete and total loss of what to do. My deepest apologies for having to ask for help again. It has truly been one thing after another and I’m at my wit’s end.
My computer has broken. Something went suddenly awry with the left hinge and it has caused the screen to literally separate when I tried to close it. I do not have any money at the moment, as bills have left me without a penny. I *have* to have my computer not only for work, but for school, which starts up again in a week. I do online schooling, so there is literally no way for me to work around this. The picture above is after I put my computer back together as best I could– it completely seperated at the corner earlier, as in screen was dangling, and keeps popping back to that state if the keyboard is so much as tapped too hard.
If anyone can donate any amount of money, I would be forever grateful. I only need approximately $180 to buy a basic new computer that will get me through for a while.
My paypal is firstname.lastname@example.org