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USA „Ich habe etwas gefunden!“ sagte Sam, nachdem er Tage lang einen neuen Fall gesucht hat. Dean schaute von seinem eigenen Laptop hinauf und schaute seinen Bruder fragend an. Er hatte komplett vergessen, dass er nach neuen Fällen suchen sollte und hat sich in den letzten 4 Stunden die neue Staffel Young Royals reingezogen. Sie saßen in ihrem Bunker, der nun ihr neues Zuhause geworden war. In letzter Zeit gab es keine neuen Fälle in den USA, deshalb hatte Sam die grandiose Idee, ihre Suchweite auszubreiten und angefangen nach Fällen in Europa zu suchen.
„In Ellmau, Österreich gab es mehrere Sichtungen von Bergsteigern, die für tot gehalten wurden. Da wir nichts Besseres zu tun haben, würde ich sagen, dass wir unsere Dirndl und Lederhosen schnappen und uns auf den Weg machen.“ Meinte Sam, der vor Begeisterung schon ganz zappelig war. Dean, der seinen enthusiastischen Bruder nur perplex anstarrte, sagte erstmal nichts dazu und dachte sich nur, dass sein Bruder jetzt völlig den Verstand verloren hat. „Das ist die dümmste Idee überhaupt.“ Sagte Dean nach langem Überlegen. „Warum nach Österreich? Da hin müsste man doch fliegen. Ich hasse fliegen.“
„Österreich soll um diese Jahreszeit sehr schön sein und ich war noch nie in Deutschland. Und man muss auch nicht unbedingt fliegen, man buddelt sich einfach ein Loch und gut ist.“ Sam hat schon ein gutes Argument, Dean mag es nämlich, Löcher zu buddeln. „Fein. Von mir aus. Ich sag Cas Bescheid und fang an zu packen." Sagte Dean nachgebend. „Super! Ich freu mich!“ Sam sprang auf und führte eine Art Siegestanz. Dean ging, um Cas Bescheid zu sagen. Dieser war ein wenig verwirrt, da es nicht üblich war, für die Winchesters aus den USA weg zu gehen. „Warum gehen wir nach Österreich?“ Fragte Cas seinen Freund verwundert.
„Sam will es, also machen wir es auch, weil ich keinen Bock auf eine Diskussion habe. Und jetzt komm, wir müssen packen und danach müssen wir uns ein wenig ausruhen, da es lange dauern wird, dieses Loch zu buddeln.“ Meinte Dean und öffnete den Schrank, um Dirndl und Lederhosen zu holen. Nachdem er fertig mit Packen war, legte er sich in sein Bett, kuschelte sich an Cas und schlief ein.
°°°°°°°°°° Am nächsten Morgen ging es schon los. Nachdem sie sich angezogen haben, Dean im Dirndl und Cas uns Sam in Lederhosen, stiegen sie in den Impala und fingen an das Loch zu buddeln. Sie buddelten und buddelten. Hatten sie eine Ahnung, wo sie genau hin buddelten. Nein. Sie buddelten einfach weiter "Ich glaube, wir haben es bald." schrie Sam über die laute Radiomusik, die Dean mal wieder eingestellt hatte. Diese Musik wurde aber prompt von Dean selbst abgestellt, um Sam besser zu verstehen.
"Na endlich. Ich habe mich schon gewundert, wann es endlich so weit ist." Sie buddelten ein wenig weiter. Zu ihrer Verwunderung kam, als sie kurz vor der Oberfläche waren, lautes Kreischen und Musik von oben. Das ließ sie nicht vom Buddeln abhalten und machten weiter. Und endlich! Sie hatten die obere untere Schicht durchbrochen und standen nun mit ihrem Auto nicht in Österreich….
Sie standen auf einer Bühne eines One Direction Konzerts. "Daher kam wohl die Musik." Dachte Sam. Voller Panik und Unwissen, was zu machen war, trat Dean in die Pedale und überfuhr One Direction. (RIP) "Dean! Was zum Teufel?! Was machst du denn? Du kannst doch nicht einfach One Direction überfahren!" Rief Castiel panisch. "Keine Ahnung!" Rief Dean zurück und fuhr durch ihr Loch zurück. Dean fuhr bis zu der Stelle, an der sie falsch gebuddelt haben, und fing nun an, in die richtige Richtung zu buddeln.
°°°°°°°°°° Weil es hier um die Winchesters geht, läuft nie alles nach Plan. Haben sie es nach Ellmau geschafft? Ja. Haben sie sich ein wenig verkalkuliert und sind inmitten des Skigebiets herausgekommen und fahren nun etliche Skifahrer um? Ja. Fahren sie trotzdem weiter, weil sie irgendwie den Fuß des Berges erreichen müssen und weil Dean es insgeheim mag, Leute zu überfahren? Ja. Nachdem sie endlich unten angekommen waren (und weitere 32 Menschen überfahren hatten), fuhren sie zum nächstbesten Hotel, um dort Unterkunft zu suchen. Wie immer bekommen sie ein Zimmer, weil Prinzip. Sie schauten sich das Zimmer an und entschieden sich dafür, in das Restaurant des Hotels zu gehen, weil Dean Hunger hatte.
Als sie gerade das Restaurant betraten, kamen ihnen zwei Männer entgegen. Die Beiden waren in eine Diskussion verwickelt. „Nein, Sherlock, du gehst jetzt nicht, um irgendwelche Fälle zu lösen. Wir sind hier im Urlaub, um unser fünfjähriges Jubiläum zu feiern. Die toten Menschen, die heute auf der Skipiste kaltblütig überfahren wurden, können warten.“ Sagte ein etwas kleinerer blonder Mann zu einem hochgewachsenen dunkelhaarigen Mann, vermutlich Sherlock, packte diesen am Ohr und zog ihn zurück ins Restaurant. „Aber John, Mord und Tod!“ beschwerte sich Sherlock. „Nein.“ Sagte John streng und ignorierte die weiteren Proteste seines Ehemannes.
Sam, Dean und Cas suchten sich einen Tisch und bestellten sich jeweils ein Bier und eine Weißwurst, weil sie sich anpassen wollen und wie man an den Lederhosen und Dirndl schon bemerkt, haben sie Ahnung von Österreich und Deutschland. „Es ist schon spät und wir alle sind sehr erschöpft. Ich meine, es wäre besser, wenn wir uns morgen erst mit den Ermittlungen und den Geistern beschäftigen.“ Meinte Cas schließlich, als sie das Restaurant verlassen hatten. Sam und Dean stimmten Cas nur zu gern zu und sie gingen zurück auf ihr Zimmer.
°°°°°°°°°° Morgens machten sie sich dann auf den Weg zum Berg, nachdem sie sich Kletterausrüstung besorgt haben, da sie nicht daran dachten, dass sie auf Berge klettern müssen, denn sie sind ja nicht nach Österreich in die Berge gegangen und weil es überaus schwer sein kann in einem Dirndl auf einen Berg zu klettern. Am Vorabend haben sich die Drei noch über die Geister erkundigt und wo genau diese häufig erschienen. Es stellte sich heraus, dass viele Geister an der Krötenschlucht gesichtet wurden. Also machten sich die zwei Brüder und Cas auf den Weg dahin. Nur stellte sich heraus, dass man, auch wenn man schon tot war und wieder zurückgekommen ist und das mehrmals nicht heißt, dass man Berge erklimmen kann. Und wie das Glück bei den Winchesters bei solchen Aktionen spielt, stürzten sie in eine Schlucht hinab, um dort von Geistern angegriffen zu werden.
Normalerweise hätten sie sich besser wehren können, doch auf Grund von dem Sturz war Sam außer Gefecht gesetzt und Cas wurde von einem der Geister erschlagen. Dean hat bereits alle Salz Patronen aufgebraucht und ist jetzt völlig wehrlos. Er wartet die Geister-Attacke ab, was erstaunlich schnell geht. Anscheinend sind die österreichischen Geister nicht so verhasst, wie die Amerikanischen. Dean hat bereits alles versucht, seinen Bruder und seinen Freund aufzuwecken, doch es half alles nichts. Er sah sich gezwungen, die Bergretter zu rufen.
°°°°°°°°°° Nach etwa zehn Minuten, konnte Dean den sich nähernden Rettungshubschrauber hören. „Na endlich,“ dachte Dean, „Wird aber mal auch Zeit, dass die Bergretter kommen.“ Der Hubschrauber landete nah an der Schlucht und zwei Männer stiegen aus. Nachdem die beiden in die Schlucht hinunter geklettert waren, sagte der blonde Mann: „Grüß Gott. Ich bin Andreas und das ist Tobias. Wir sind hier, um Sie zu retten“ Er zeigte auf den Mann mit dem Schnurrbart und die beiden machten sich daran, Sam und Cas zu stabilisieren und Dean in den Hubschrauber zu helfen.
Dean nannte ihnen die Einzelheiten, was genau passiert ist, er erwähnte auch die Geister, denn es könnte ja sein, dass die Bergretter insgeheim auch Bergeisterjäger sind. Es stellte sich heraus, dass sie keine Bergeisterjäger sind, denn der Pilot, Michi, flog vor schock fast in einen Berg. „Ihren Freuden wird es bald wieder besser gehen, keine Sorge. Wir bringen sie ins Tal-Krankenhaus zum Bergdoktor, Martin Gruber.“ Sagte Tobias und untersuchte Deans Kopf noch einmal, weil er den Verdacht hatte, dass er eine Gehirnerschütterung hatte, da Dean die Geschichte mit den Geistern erzählt hat. Als Tobias aber nichts finden konnte, stufte er Dean als mental instabil ein, denn kein normaler Mensch sieht Geister. Sie flogen in Richtung Krankenhaus, um sich dort behandeln zu lassen.
°°°°°°°°°° Meanwhile auf der Skipiste:
„Dieser böse, böse Mann.“ Dachte sich Jeremy Fragrance „Wie kann er es wagen, meinen wunderbaren Körpergeruch zu beleidigen.“ Er war wütend, so wütend. Jeremy klammerte kläglich an seiner Notfall-Fragrance Flache und besprühte sich damit. In der Ferne konnte Hawkmoth Jeremys Wut spüren und sendete einen Akuma von Paris, denn er wusste, dass Cat Noir und Ladybug auftauchen würden.
„Fragrance, ich bin Hawkmoth. Der böse Mann hat dein Fragrance beleidigt? Ich werde dir POWER geben. Von jetzt an, wird dir jeder gehorchen und deinen Duft gut finden, den du mit deinem Fragrance besprühst. Und im Austausch dafür möchte ich nur die Miraculous von Ladybug und Cat Noir.“ Sagte Hawkmoth und verwandelte Jeremy in Fragrance. „POWER! Nun werden alle meinen wunderbaren Duft zu spüren bekommen!“ rief Fragrance und fing an, die anderen Skifahrer und Wanderer mit seiner neuen akumatisierten Fragrance-Flasche zu besprühen. Die besprühten Menschen fügten sich und riefen: „Oh! Das wunderbare Fragrance.“
„Nicht so schnell, Fragrance!“ Rief eine Stimme hinter ihm. Fragrance drehte sich um und blickte auf Ladybug und Cat Noir. Fragrance aber lachte nur und raste auf die beiden zu, um auch diese zu besprühen. Aber weil es sich um Ladybug und Cat Noir handelt, schaffen die Beiden es natürlich, nicht angesprüht zu werden. Ladybug packte ihren Glücksbringer, der sich als Sturmgewehr entpuppte und erschoss damit Fragrance. Cat Noir zerstörte dann die Parfümflasche mit seinem Kataklysmus und auch der Akuma wurde eingefangen. Durch Ladybugs Kraft alles wiederherzustellen, wurde die ganze Skipiste wiederhergestellt, außer Jeremy, der bleibt tot. (RIP)
Natürlich ist man verwundert, dass Ladybug und Cat Noir in Ellmau sind und nicht in Paris. Aber das hat einen ganz einfachen Grund, denn die Hüter der Miraculous leben hier auf dem Gipfel eines Berges. Da diese sich in unbekannter Gefahr befinden und ein Notsignal gesendet haben, mussten Ladybug und Cat Noir zu Hilfe eilen. Doch sie wurden von Fragrance aufgehalten. Aber da dieser nun beseitigt wurde, konnten sie sich ungestört auf den Weg zu den Miraculous-Hütern machen.
Es war ein langer Weg auf den Gipfel, doch für Ladybug und Cat Noir ist nichts zu lang und sie haben es nach langem Wandern geschafft. Auf dem Gipfel war eine Holzhütte gegen, sie schien nicht besonders groß, war aber auch nicht klein. Sie sah sehr gemütlich aus. Cat Noir wollte gerade an die Tür klopfen, als diese auch schon aufging. Und vor ihnen stand…
Rea Garvey von The Voice of Germany. Ihn hatten sie nicht erwartet. „Oh Gott sei Dank. Ihr seid hier. Wir brauchen dringend eure Hilfe.“ Sagte er und scheuchte sie in die Hütte hinein. Auch von innen sah die Hütte heimisch und gemütlich aus. Rea führte sie in das Wohnzimmer, in dem noch ein anderer Mann auf einem Sessel saß. „Ah. Ladybug und Cat Noir, schön, dass ihr hier seid. Ich bin Samu.“ Stellte er sich vor und reichte beiden jeweils die Hand.
„Ihr wundert euch sicherlich, warum wir euch ein Notsignal gesendet haben.“ Sagte Rea und setzte sich. Ladybug und Cat Noir nickten. „Wir haben aus vertraulichen Quellen erfahren, dass jemand vor hat, die Miraculous zu stehlen und für Böses zu benutzen. Wir sind leider schon zu alt und zu schwach, um den Bedrohungen Stand zu halten und bitten euch deshalb um Hilfe.“ Das schien äußerst bedrohlich. „Natürlich helfen wir, wo wir können.“ sagte Cat Noir „Das Beschützen der Miraculous ist unsere Priorität.“
Da sie leider nicht genau wussten, wann die Gefahr eintreffen sollte, saßen die vier in einem unangenehmen Schweigen und warteten. Sie warteten für genau zwei Stunden, 24 Minuten und 32 Sekunden, denn auf einmal kam ein lauter Knall von draußen. Ladybug und Cat Noir begaben sich nach draußen, um der Gefahr vorzubeugen. Draußen angekommen, sahen sie wie Dumbledore gerade Mark Forster aus einem Loch zog. Als Mark, Ladybug und Cat Noir erblickte, fing er an zu lachen. „Wirklich? Euer Ernst? Ein Marienkäfer und ein Catboy sollen euch und die Miraculous beschützen? Das ich nicht lachen.“ Schrie Mark, sodass auch Rea und Samu, die in der Hütte geblieben waren, um die Miraculous zu beschützen, ihn hörten.
„Pass auf, wen du hier Catboy nennst. Du Brillenschlange.“ Fauchte Cat Noir und fuhr seine Krallen aus. „Oh ist das Kätzchen jetzt sauer.“ Lachte auch nun Dumbledore und zog seinen Zauberstab. „Stupor.“ Zauberte Dumbledore und setzte Cat Noir somit außer Gefecht. „Was wollt ihr eigentlich mit den Miraculous?“ fragte Ladybug, die die Zaubersprüche mit ihrem Yo-Yo abwehrte, weil Prinzip. „Ich möchte Rache an meiner Erzfeindin nehmen. Wenn ich im Besitz aller Miraculous bin, werde ich Oma vernichten.“ Sagte Dumbledore hasserfüllt und schleuderte weiter Zaubersprüche Ladybug entgegen. „Und ich“, sagte Mark Forster. „Und ich werde Präsident von Italien und reiße mir von dort die Weltherrschaft an unter Nagel!“ Er fing an mit einer schrecklichen Hexenlache an zu lachen. Ladybug schaute ihn verstört an. „WTF!!!“ dachte sie sich nur.
Auf einmal kletterte Lena Meyer-Landrut aus dem Loch und ging auf ihn zu. „Mark! Mark!“ rief sie „Hör auf Mark. Das bist nicht du. Komm zurück zu mir.“ Sie flehte ihn an und schaute ihm tief in die Augen. Sie fing auf einmal an zu singen: (Jetzt „Taubes Nüsschen“ von SpongeBob Schwammkopf an machen)
Ich bin ein taubes Nüsschen (rock!) Du bist ein taubes Nüsschen (rock!) Wir alle sind taube Nüsschen (rock!) Taube, taube, taube Nüsschen (rock!) Pack dein Spielzeug ein Du sagst mir, "Lass es sein!" Aber das find ich gemein und sage "nein" (nein!) Nein, das darf nicht sein Du magst Kinder nicht? Sag es bloß nochmal und ich sag dir ins Gesicht: "Du bist nicht ganz dicht" (dicht!) Nein, das bist du nicht Und wenn du dir jetzt denkst, Du willst auch so wie ich sein Dann lass es raus Das Kind in dir wird dich befreien Habelebäbelesibelebubele Habelebäbelesibelebab Ich bin ein taubes Nüsschen (rock!) Du bist ein taubes Nüsschen (rock!) Wir alle sind taube Nüsschen (rock!) Taube, taube, taube Nüsschen (rock!) (geiles Gitarrenriff)
„Erinnerst du dich, Mark.“ Fragte Lena, mit Tränen in den Augen „Das war das erste Lied, zu dem wir jemals zusammen getanzt und gesungen haben.“ Marks Blick wurde weich und er sagte liebevoll: „Natürlich erinnere mich. Und ja, ich komm zu dir zurück.“ Lena fiel ihm um den Hals. Ein Räuspern von Dumbledore ließ die Beiden aus ihrer kleinen eigenen Welt erwachen.
„Du willst deine Pläne aufgeben, für eine Frau? Dein Ernst?“ meinte Dumbledore empört. „Nein, mein Horst. Au revoir“ Sagte Mark, zeigte Dumbledore den Mittelfinger und verschwand zusammen mit Lena im Loch. „Da haben wir schon mal ein Problem gelöst.“ Sagte Ladybug und half einem zu sich kommenden Cat Noir auf die Beine. „Zwei gegen einen, du alter Mann.“ Meinte dieser und begab sich in Kampfposition.
„Als ob ihr etwas gegen mich ausrichten könntet.“ Lachte Dumbledore und wollte gerade einen tödlichen Zauberspruch auf Ladybug schleudern, als er von einem herabfallenden Ziegelstein erschlagen wurde und fiel den Hang des Berges hinab. Voller Verwunderung, schauten Ladybug und Cat Noir zum Himmel hinauf. Dort flog ein lilablassblauer Hubschrauber, auf dem in einer neonpinken Glitzerschrift „Oma! Motherfuckers!“ stand. Ladybug und Cat Noir freuhten sich. Die Gefahr war vorbei. Und nach einer langen Siegerparty mit Rea und Samu, auf der natürlich kein Alkohol getrunken wurde, gingen sie durch ihr eigenes gegrabenes Loch zurück nach Paris.
°°°°°°°°°° Unten im Tal lieferten die Bergretter Sam und Cas sofort ins Krankenhaus ein. Es stellte sich heraus, dass Sam eine starke Kopfwunde und einen verstauchten Knöchel hat. Als der Bergdoktor Cas untersuchen wollte, ist Cas gerade aufgewacht, da er ein Engel ist und weil Prinzip. „Ich verschreibe Ihnen Bettruhe, Bettruhe und Bettruhe.“ Sagte Dr. Martin Gruber „Sie sollten sich ausruhen, bis die Kopfschmerzen weg sind und auf keinen Fall ihren Fuß belasten.“
Sam und Dean nickten nur. Ihnen war schon jetzt bewusst, dass sie sich nicht lange hier im Krankenhaus aufhalten werden. Dennoch ließen sie sich Sams Zimmer zeigen. Das Zimmer war typisch für ein Krankenhauszimmer. Weiß und geschmacklos. Es hatte zwei Betten, eins für Sam und das andere war schon belegt. Dort lag ein Junge von ca. 15 Jahren. Er hatte kurze schwarze Haare und eine runde Brille auf der Nase. Anscheinend hatte er Besucher, denn um das Bett standen zwei Männer. Einer war sehr groß und mit Narben übersät, der andere war etwas kleiner, mit schulterlangen lockigen schwarzen Haaren. Sie grüßten sich kurz, aber da der Junge, Harry, schon entlassen wurde, verließ Harry das Zimmer mit seinen beiden Onkeln.
Nun da sie allein im Zimmer waren, konnte Cas Sam mit seiner Angelpower heilen. Da Sam aber immer noch nicht entlassen wurde, brachen Dean und Cas Sam mitten in der Nacht aus dem Krankenhaus aus, indem sie mit ihm durch das Fenster gesprungen sind, wobei sie sich aus Prinzip nichts gebrochen haben, obwohl es der vierte Stock war. Sie gingen zurück in ihr Hotel, um dort einen Plan zu schmieden, wie sie am besten die Geister loswerden.
°°°°°°°°°° Beim Frühstück am nächsten Morgen, machten sie sich bereit. Cas hatte eine nette ältere Dame, dazu überredet, ihnen ihren lilablassblauen Hubschrauber auszuleihen. Dean machte sich auf den Weg zum Flammenwerfer-Geschäft, für einen, Überraschung, FLAMMENWERFER. Sam hat bereits das Öl geweiht, damit es zu heiligem Öl wird, dass Geister zurück in die Unterwelt treiben kann.
Denn der Plan lautete: Berg in Brand setzen!!!
Wer auch immer auf diese grandiose Idee kam (dean), muss wohl mit vielen heftigen mentalen Problemen zu kämpfen haben. Liegt wahrscheinlich an den Daddy-Issues. Da keiner von ihnen daran dachte, dass man wissen sollte, wie man einen Hubschrauber fliegt, wenn man sich einen ausleiht, suchten sie den Pilot der Bergretter auf. Michi war aus „persönlichen Gründen“ dabei. Dean ist überzeugt davon, dass er tatsächlich insgeheim ein Berggeisterjäger war. „Ich weiß ja nicht, was genau ihr vorhabt, aber es hört sich nach Spaß an.“ Meinte Michi, nachdem er von den Plänen erfahren hat. Dean ist immer noch überzeugt von seiner Berggeisterjäger Vermutung.
Sie beluden den Hubschrauber mit den vier Kanistern Öl und flogen los. Sam und Cas lehrten die Kanister aus und Dean… Ja, Dean hatte die besondere und ehrenvolle Aufgabe, den Berg mit seinem Flammenwerfer in Brand zu setzen. Der Berg brannte lichterloh. Oh, war es schön, das mit anzusehen.
Ihre Arbeit hier war getan. Der Hubschrauber landete und sie bedankten sich bei Michi und der älteren Frau für ihre Hubschrauber-Leistungen. Sie checkten sich aus dem Hotel aus und stiegen in den Impala, um endlich zurück nach Amerika zu buddeln. Sie haben nämlich nicht bedacht, dass ihr Loch auf dem Berg ist, den sie gerade abgefackelt haben. Also müssen sie ein neues Loch buddeln.
„Das war ein Abenteuer.“ Sagte Sam und setzte sich auf die Rückbank des Impalas. Dean trat in die Pedale und buddelte los. ENTE GUT, ALLES GUT:)
#supernatural#deutsch#miraculous#die bergretter#der bergdoktor#bbc sherlock#harry potter#one direction#österreich#flammenwerfer#mark forster#lena meyer-landrut#rea garvey#samu haber#fuck dumbledore#oma#hubschrauber#loch buddeln#geister#destiel
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Voldication: Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Leaving the family and everything behind (especially Oma because WTF is wrong with her?!)
Notes: This is the last part of my amazing story:) To all the people who read this story, I am truly sorry for everything especially the loss of brain cells and trauma. I still hope you all liked it somehow...
Draco POV
Day 7.
I was woken up by the warm morning sun, which tickled my nose. I slowly opened my eyes, and suddenly I realised where I was. I was in a hotel room in Rome with an asleep Harry Potter. I tried not to freak out. "Morning." Harry's sleepy voice whispered. "Good Morning, darling." I whispered back and kissed his forehead. We were a little bit of a male cat (hungover). But also very happy. We finally found each other and loved each other as we both deserved.
Once we ordered room service, we sat at the small table in the room. "So, what are we going to do now? We both decided to start new lives and get away from everything." Harry asked. "Well, I want to go wherever you go." I said. "But first I need to get my stuff from my family." "Well, then I guess we should go there. You want to tell them about us?" I nodded. It doesn't matter what my family says about my relationship with harry. "Good. We should get ready. I'm going to shower." He said, and stood up from the table. "And you should come with me." He added winking.
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We apparated to my family's vacation house. "You know my family isn't the nicest and whatever they'll say, I love you." I told Harry. He just nodded, clearly nervous. We walked along the path to the garden, since I knew they would be there at this time of the day. "Draco! You’re here!” Mother screamed and ran to me. “Nobody knew where you were. And your phone was off."
The rest of the family joined us as well. They didn't seem to notice Harry. "I texted Oma." I said, a little bit pissed. I didn’t like the yelling "Wha- Sorry for not responding to, like, one text, Draco." Oma said. “I was worried sick, dear. Where were you?” Mother said, “Long story short,” I said, gesturing behind me. Because of that, they noticed Harry. “Harry and I are in love, and I’m leaving this family. Ok, bye.”
I wanted to leave, but then I heard a scream that sounded like my father, which was weird because it was Friday, and he is always at his ‘wine for the fine’ conventions. The scream came from Oma’s direction, so I turned to look at her. She looked rather shocked and very angry. All of a sudden, she spoke, with my father’s voice: “You are in love?! With him? No son of mine will date a Potter.”
I was confused for a second, but then Oma reached up to her hair and pulled it down. It was a wig. Under the wig, there was gorgeous long blond hair. It was the hair of my father. Wait, what!? “MOMMY?!” Uncle Voldi screeched. “What is going on?” “I, Lucius Malfoy, am actually Oma Riddle, Mother of Lord Voldemort.”
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Harry and Malfoy lived happily ever after in Buxtehude, Germany. THE END
#harry potter#Lucius malfoy in a wig#oma ist keine Alkoholikerin#i dont deserve to live#the end#buxtehude
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Voldication: Chapter 4
Chapter 4: GAY: A love story in Rome
Notes: I am not a Draco apologist or something like that. I had to write Draco this way because of the story. I do NOT like him at all.
But I DO mean every DUMBledore slander seriously!
Draco POV
Day 4. (Dinner, after DUMBledore’s death)
“We should search for Potter. Now that DUMBledore is dead, it’s easier for us to kill him and his friends.” Aunt Bellatrix said. “You are right, Bellatrix.” Father agreed, “We need to do it fast before he alerts his friends. When Potter is gone, we can take care of the rest easily.” The rest seemed to agree with Aunt Bellatrix and Father. We were all gathered around the dinner table except Oma who had already gone to her room to drink “water” and Delphi who had to go to bed. They were still talking about how they will kill Potter. I don’t know how to feel about that. I mean, I’ve always known that they will eventually try to kill him, but it never occurred to me that they will ever get to the actual point where they had actual chances. I feel sick at the thought of Potter dead. I don’t want him dead. I love him. Ok… I don’t know where that came from. And I don’t like it. I do NOT love Potter. He is the enemy. We hate each other. Make fun of each other in school. Tease each other. But I do NOT care for him. Nor do I love him. Or…. Maybe I AM in love with him. I mean he is HOT AF. And cute. And nice. Yes, maybe I do love him.
“…. Draco!? Are you listening?” Mother yelled at me. “Eh-Eh-yeah of course Mother.” I stuttered out, after being pulled out of my daydream about Potter. “Well, what did we say?” Uncle Voldi said. “You were talking about how and when you are going to kill Potter.” I guessed. I got a nod of approval from everybody, and they went on with the conversation. How do I stop them? I can’t let them kill Pot- Harry… I can’t let him die. I have to do something. I need to find him and warn him of my family’s plans.
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Harry POV
Day 6.
It’s been a day since the beach incident with DUMBledore. I am still mad about him and everything. I decided to stay low for a while. Have fun in Rome, get my life back together and think about everything. Rome is gorgeous. Nice people, good food, and great wine. I don’t really have a plan. I guess I’ll have to improvise for a while. But hey, I have to see the positive side of this.
I finally figured out my feelings when it comes to Malfoy. I love him. I know, I know it is a bit of a shocker. It was really shocking for me as well, but I think I’ve gotten to terms with it. I mean, I know it is going to be painful, since Draco definitely doesn’t feel the same, but I will manage. For now, I will go to the next bar and get wasted.
Once I reached a nice bar, I went in, sat down on one of the barstools, and ordered a beer. I downed the shots and started drinking my beer. I have been sitting in the bar for a while, as I’d already had two more beers when I saw a well-known blonde in the crowd of the bar. I had to look twice to realize that it was Draco fucking Malfoy. He spotted me as well because his face lit up a little bit and started to walk over to me. While he walked over, we made eye contact, and it was as if a lightning strike hit me that felt like 1000 butterflies erupted in my body. I quickly looked down.
“Is this seat taken?” Draco asked me after he reached me. I nod, not trusting my voice. “I have to say, I didn’t expect to find you here, Potter.”, Draco said calmly, after he ordered a beer for me and one Aperol Spritz for him. “I thought you would have already left. To tell your friends the news of DUMBledore dying.” “No, I am going to stay here for a bit. I am done with this whole fighting thing. I’m going to retire.” I said once I gathered enough confidence to talk. “Really?”, Draco asked surprised and somehow hopeful, I guess? “How is that?” I debated if I should tell him the reason why I decided to stop fighting. I decided I can tell him. If he was here to kill me, he would’ve done this by now.
“Turns out DUMBledore is a manipulative and gaslighting asshole.” Draco snorted at that statement. “He knew my parents were going to die that night and didn’t do anything about it. Just sat in his stupid office in stupid Hogwarts. God, I hate him so much. He ruined my life. He killed so many people because he kept so many secrets and made so many mistakes. And now, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go because I am definitely not going back to Hogwarts.” “Wow. I didn’t expect that. I’m really sorry. I always knew DUMBledore was an ass, but that is low even for him.” Draco said. “Yeah, he really was an ass. Thank you, by the way, for not making fun of me for this.” I said, looking down at my half-empty beer. “Of course, I wouldn’t make fun of you. I may be a dick, but not an asshole. You just found out that one of the people you trust the most is an actual horrible person, and now you are rethinking your life. And trust me, I know how you feel. With the 'rethinking your life' thing, not the 'person you trusted is an ass' thing.” Draco said, understanding.
“So, you are rethinking your life as well? Why is that?” I asked him. “Well, I always had the feeling that I don’t fit in with my family. I never wanted to kill all these people they always killed. But I can’t really say anything about it because it’s family. So, I never did. I just went with everything they did. But I don’t know. After you left the day DUMBledore died, we all had dinner, and they talked about how they will kill you now since it is easier now because DUMBledore is dead. And I was kind of afraid about you and your safety, I guess. I just didn’t want to see you dead. So, I decided that I need to find you and warn you.” Draco said quietly, like he was embarrassed by the words he was saying. We didn’t say anything for a while. We ordered more drinks and after a short time, we were a little bit drunk.
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“And then guess what happened?” Draco said suppressing his laughter. “Oma screamed and yelled at Uncle Voldi for 15 minutes straight in front of the entire death eater order. She yelled: “I always have to clean up after you, don’t I? You always leave your dirty underwear and socks behind. And I always have to clean your mess. I am not your house elf!” She really humiliated him in front of all of us.” We laughed so much at the story of Draco’s Oma. We’ve been sitting there for a long time drinking and telling ourselves funny stories.
“You know, you are not as bad as I always thought,” I said to Draco. “You aren’t so bad yourself, Harry.” Draco said, smirking. Oh my god, he just called me Harry. Not Potter, HARRY. The way he said my name, wow, that was really hot. “You just called me Harry,” I said, dumbstruck. Draco just giggled, fucking giggled, and whispered in my ear: “Yeah, I did. Why? You liked it, Harry?”
I felt the blush creeping up my neck as I answered: “Yeah. I-I like it. A lot, actually, Draco.” Draco just kept smirking at me and finished his last shot of Jägermeister. I did the same. Draco paid for our drinks, and we went outside. We were both really wasted, so we didn’t really have a plan of where we were going. We just walked for a while in silence. Rome was really beautiful at night, the lights on the streets and the chilly air that ran through my hair.
“Are you cold?” Draco asked me. “No.” I replied firmly, but then I started to shiver slightly. He just chuckled, shrugged off his jacket, and put it over my shoulders. I murmured a quiet thanks. We walked on and talked about God and the world. “You remember when I told you why I left my family.” Draco asked me. I nodded. “I said I didn’t want to see you dead. But I didn’t really give you a reason. I think you should know the reason. And you will probably hate me for it. Well, more than you already do. But yeah… So, I don’t want to see you dead because I’m in love with you.”
Draco looked everywhere but me. I first had to realize his words in my alcohol-drugged head. "You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same. So, I will just - “Draco’s words got stuck in his mouth as I reached up to his face and kissed him on the lips. His lips were soft, and he tasted like alcohol and cherry. Once we parted, I whispered: “I’m in love with you too.” We kissed again. This time it was more heated. Our tongues danced with one another. “My hotel is one block away. Should we continue this there?” Draco asked, breathless. I just nodded. Draco took my hand, and we walked to the hotel. Once we reached the hotel room, we started to make out. He pressed me against the bed, and we made love all night.
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Voldiction: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Of beaches, burned bodies and zitronenbonbons
Harry POV Day 5. DUMBledore is dead. Oh my God. I feel bad and sad and depressed. But I also feel relieved. I don’t know why. Maybe it is because of the fact that he was an ass. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. I mean, he is DEAD. What should I tell the others? “Yeah. Hey guys. Remember how DUMBledore and I wanted to go to Italy to kill Voldemort and his family. Yeah, it was really fun. Italy is really beautiful at this time. DUMBledore is dead by the way. Sorry�� Or maybe I shouldn’t return at all. Maybe it is for the better if I stay away from everything.
To figure things out. To figure out how I stand with my friends and my family (even though I don’t have one XD) And maybe I can figure out this stupid little crush I have on Malfoy. I think it’s for the best. I’m just going to stay here in Rome, bury DUMBledore’s body somewhere (maybe burn it) and get wasted.
(Later at a random beach in Rome, even though there aren’t any beaches in Rome but who cares.)
“DUMBledore, you were one of the most powerful wizards of all time. Not as powerful as me but still powerful. I’ll miss you. The whole world will miss you.” A tear runs down my cheek as I say those words and set his body on fire. As I watch his body burn, I get out the bread dough, wrap it on my wand and hold it over the fire to make stickbrot. While I wait for the stickbrot to be done, I go through DUMBledore’s belongings.
I look in his purse to find zitronenbonbons (lemon drops), condoms, a half-emptied bottle of hustenjuice (cough syrup) and the elder wand. I threw it in the fire since the wand now belongs to a ziegelstone because it killed DUMBledore. As I eat my stickbrot and watch the flames eat DUMBledore’s body I think to myself where I belong in this world. I always thought I would defeat Voldemort and then find a pretty girl to marry, have a family and stay close with my friends. But now… Now I don’t think that isn’t what I want anymore. I want to get away from anything that goes with DUMBledore.
I was driven out of my thoughts by walking in the sand. Wand in one hand, ready to attack, I turn around to be faced with a smiling DUMBledore. I jumped back shocked and almost dropped my wand as I screamed: ”DUMBLEDORE!!! What the hell!!!” “YO I am Fresh DUMBledore. Back from the underground, back for more!” he rapped/sang. I looked at him mortified and mouth hanging wide open. “O do not worry, Harry. I’m still dead. This is just my soul speaking to you.” “So, you are a ghost.” I said, still shocked because of this weird situation.
“Well, not really. Once my whole body is burned my soul will be burned as well. But for now, I’m a ghost.” He said, chuckling as he dragged a hand through my chest. “You seem troubled, Harry. What’s going on? Are you okay” “Are you fucking serious???” I asked him, perplexed “No, that would be your uncle Remus.” “That’s not what I meant. I meant if you were serious about asking me that question. You just died. Your body is burning right in front of us. And you ask ME if I am OKAY!?” “Eh. Yeah? Well, are you okay? '' DUMBledore asked.
“Of course I’m not. You’re dead and I have no idea how to tell that to the others. What I’m going to do about Voldemort. If I even want to do anything about him. I am very confused with my love life. God, that feels good to get off my chest.” I said, breathless towards the end. DUMBledore looked at me sadly. He looked up in the sky and said:'' I know you had a hard life and I understand your troubles and hatred towards me. And it is okay if you don’t want to fight the dark lord anymore.”
“Really?” I asked hopefully. “Of course not. You fucking idiot! You ARE the chosen one. The saviour. You are destined to save the wizarding world. You can just give up because you want to. I had this whole thing perfectly planned out from the start to the end. If you give up now, then I let your parents die for nothing.” DUMBledore yelled at me. "What?! You knew my parents were about to die and didn’t do anything! Why????” I was furious, fuming with anger and outraged. “Well, I mean did it because Voldemort- '' “You know what? No. I don’t want to know. You are the reason my parents are dead. You brought me into this situation. You probably never even told me the whole story. You probably have so many secrets. Why am I even surprised? You let me fight Voldemort since I was one year old. Let me go fight Voldemort all the time even though you knew exactly what was going on. You are the worst.
You made so many mistakes. There are people who died because of them, and you probably don’t feel guilty because you are a bloody psychopath. So many died while you sat on your old ass in your office in Hogwarts like a coward. Maybe Voldemort isn’t the only bad guy in this story. Because you are a villain. A manipulating and gaslighting psychopath villain. You know what? I’m done. For good. I’m done fighting Voldemort, Hogwarts, and YOU. I'm leaving. Go eat your disgusting zitronenbonbons, choke on them, and die again.”
After I said that I gathered my things, while DUMBledore tried to reason with me and convince me to stay and fight. But I didn’t listen to him. Then DUMBledore stopped talking and I looked around to see that his ghost-like form was gone. That must mean his soul and body are finally burned. I extinguished the fire and left the beach to find a place to stay. I would leave my life and friends to start new and never look back. I’m no longer the boy who lived. From now on I will be just Harry.
#harry potter#harry/draco#oma ist keine Alkoholikerin#Lucius malfoy in a wig#i dont deserve to live#fuck dumbledore
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Voldication: Capter 2
Chapter 2: I should be in school... But now I'm fighting DUMBledore and Potter on vacation in Italy.
Summary: This chapter will be in Draco's POV. It'll take place on a beach. There is a lot of crack. More family vacation and DUMBledore and Harry Potter.
Draco POV Day 3. I hate this vacation. This is so boring. What was Uncle Voldi thinking? I should be in Hogwarts right now. Do schoolwork and torment little eleven-year-olds. But no, I’m stuck here. And now Oma is here as well. What was she doing here? I don’t have a problem with her, she is nice. Sometimes she can be a little bit much. And I don’t like her drinking so much Vodka. It’s as bad as my father’s alcoholism. And that means something.
Anyways. Oma wasn’t there for breakfast, which meant that everybody was happy. At least I think so. I wasn’t really paying attention because I was on my phone texting with my archnemesis, Harry Potter. Since I cannot go to school and be mean to him, I have to be mean to him over WhatsApp. Uncle Voldi decided that we all should go to the beach. When I mentioned that we aren’t even near the ocean, he said ‘that nobody knows where we are in Italy, so we can go to the beach even though we aren’t near one.’ So, we all went to the beach, even Oma.
Well father didn’t come with us, since he is very allergic to sand. After everybody had packed their stuff, we got into the bussle and drove to the beach. The beach was genuinely nice. Not so many people were there, and the ocean was calm. I laid down my towel and set up the parasol. I have to lay in the shade and put on a lot of sunscreen because my skin is very sensitive when it comes to the sun. I kept my distance from my family as I wanted to relax. I still saw what they were doing. Mother was doing the same as I. Lying on a towel in the shadow, while reading a book. Uncle Voldi and Aunt Bellatrix were building sandcastles with Delphi. Oma just sat in her klappchair (folding chair) with binoculars to watch birds (spy on people and stalk them) and her bottle with ‘water.’
I laid there for a while, playing games on my phone, texting friends, and listening to music. Then Delphi practically forced me to go swimming with her. I didn’t really want to, but I knew I would get in trouble if I didn’t. The water was cold but still comfortable. I played a little bit with Delphi and had actually fun with her. Suddenly Delphi started to freak out because something touched her foot. When I looked down to see the thing that caused my cousin trouble.
I saw a water owl with a bottlepost (Message in a bottle). I reached into the water to get the bottle, while I also tried to calm Delphi. Once she was calm, I sent her back to the beach. As soon she was gone, I opened the bottle, took out the rolled-up paper, unrolled it and read the message. As soon as I read the message, I sprinted out of the water and ran to my family. I shoved the message and bottle into Uncle Voldi’s hands. He looked at me questioningly but read it quickly.
All the colour drained of his face. DUMBledore and Harry Potter were on their way to us. Uncle Voldi explained the situation to the rest. Mother looked panicked, so did Aunt Bellatrix. Uncle Voldi looked afraid while Delphi had no clue what was going on. Oma was calm. “Please, there is no reason to panic. It’s just DUMBledore and a stupid child. We are way more powerful than they are. And I mean we don’t even have to fight them. Give me a minute with DUMBledore and I will seduce him. He may be your enemy, son but he has a cute butt.”
WTF? Oma thinks DUMBledore has a cute what?!” Mommy!” Uncle Voldi shrieked “Don’t say that. Ewwwwww.” Yeah, same. Ewwwwww. “I think we should come up with a plan to destroy them. And if that doesn’t work, we will try Oma’s plan.” Aunt Bellatrix said. “Bella’s right. We need a plan. Let’s pack our stuff and discuss this over pizza.” Mother said, agreeing. We gathered all our stuff and went to the next restaurant to discuss the upcoming war.
Day 4. After I woke up and got dressed the next day, I headed to the kitchen for breakfast. My family was already gathered at the table eating. Except Delphi since she hasn’t been allowed to hear about DUMBledore and Potter and our plans to defeat them. Father wasn’t there either. According to mother he was with Delhi. “DUMBledore and Potter are on their way here.
I don’t know how they know where we are.” Aunt Bellatrix said, exhausted. I definitely should not mention that Potter knows where we are because he saw my location on Snapchat. “That doesn’t matter now. They’re coming and we have to stop them. They’ll be here soon.” Mother said worried. “When they’re here I want Draco to take on Potter. He knows him the best and his weaknesses. I will take on DUMBledore.” Uncle Voldi said. “Lucius is going to stay with Delphi. Mommy, so will you.”
At that Oma made a small noise of protest but didn’t say anything. “Bella and Narcissa will help during the battle where they can.” Uncle Voldi added concluding. After breakfast we all did what Uncle Voldi told us. We were now allowed to use magic again. Yay:) We prepared ourselves for their arrival. I stood guard in the garden in case they show up here. Mother was by the gate. Aunt Bellatrix by the pool and Uncle Voldi in the house. “What do we have here?” said a familiar voice suddenly behind me.
I turned around to see Potter smirking at me with one of his charming smiles. I raised my wand at him and said: “Really, Potter? You couldn’t wait to see me again after my holiday, so you came all the way to Italy for me. How sweet of you.” He looked at me unimpressed and also raised his wand. “I’m here for Voldemort and not for you, Malfoy. And you know it. So, tell me where he is.” Potter said. “Don’t know where he is. Probably already fighting with DUMBledore.” I told him.
There was a sudden crash behind the house. Potter and I started running and once we reached the house, we saw Uncle Voldi and DUMBledore having a fist fight. Oma was also there chanting:''FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!!! Finish him off. Finish him off, Voldi!” Before anything could escalate Potter and I broke the fight off. They are both fragile, old men. They shouldn’t fight each other with their fists.
We had to hold both of them back. Oma was just standing there laughing. Mother and Aunt Bellatrix came. Both trying to hold their laughter. Once Uncle Voldi and DUMBledore were calm, Uncle Voldi said: “What do you want here, Albus?” “I want to defeat you, Voldi.” DUMBledore said calmly. Suddenly Uncle Voldi started yelling at DUMBledore and throwing insults at him. “Would you leave the lovely man alone, Voldi! There is no need to fight when you can manage all this over a good glass of fine wine.” Oma said flirtingly to DUMBledore. Gross. DUMBledore agreed, even though Potter protested. Yet he came with us to the house.
Once we reached the door, there was a weird noise that came from the roof. And suddenly a ziegelstone (brick) fell off the roof and hit DUMBledore on the head. DUMBledore fell to the ground, unconscious. Potter ran to his side, to check on him. He felt his pulse and shook his head. “Dead.” He spoke. It was silent until Uncle Voldi started a victory dance. Well at least I thought that it was. It also could’ve been a stroke.
“He is DEAD! He is DEAD! DUMBledore is dead! Juhu!!!” he sang while doing a cartwheel. I looked at Potter. He looked sad and broken, but I somehow saw a bit of relief in his eyes. He held onto DUMBledore and disapparated. While everybody celebrated DUMBledore’s death, I only thought of Potter’s charming smile and sparkling eyes.
#harry potter#harry/draco#fuck dumbledore#oma ist keine Alkoholikerin#grapes#Lucius malfoy in a wig#i dont deserve to live#character death
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Voldication: A Vacation with the Riddles and Malfoys:)
Notes:
I used to play this with my friends when we were younger. Do NOT take this seriously. We had and probably still have mental issues. Have fun reading this. Sorry for the loss of braincells.Btw my first language isn't english. Sorry for any mistakes
Oma: german word for grandma [Om•ma]
Bussle: german word for a van for 7 people. not a bus! [Bus•sle]
Summary: Lord Voldemort needs a break from killing muggles. So he decides to take his family on a vacation to Italy. There is a lot of family fun and fluff and a Pool.
Chapter 1 : Oma ist KEINE Alkoholikerin (Oma is NOT an alcoholic)
I'm Delphi Riddle. My parents are Lord "Voldi" Voldemort and Bellatrix LeSTRANGE. This is the story of my family who went to Italy for summer vacation and things got a little bit out of hand when I was five years old.
Day 1.
The journey from London, England to Bucine, Italy was horrible. The bussle was packed with my dad, my mom, Narcissa, Lucius, Draco and me.
We could've apparated but DAD insisted on the whole experience. So we had to drive 4000 hours to Italy in a really crowded bussle without air conditioning.
When we FINALLY arrived I was sweating like a monkey in a shed. The house was nice and big. I even had my own room. There was this beautiful garden with lots of different flowers and plants. And behind the house there was a pool.
Since it was already late, we decided to eat dinner consisting of grapes and raisins because we didn't buy any food and because my dad is an idiot who forbid magic for the whole vacation.
So we just ate what was left for our trip. The wasn't much so everybody got a grape and 2 raisins except Draco he only got 1 raisin. After dinner I went to bed. It was already past my bedtime while the grown ups stayed up late which was really unfair.
Day 2.
When I woke up the next morning I already had the feeling that this was going to be a horrible day. This feeling turned out to be true when I found Oma sitting on a chair at the house bar with a glass of a weird clear liquid in her hand. Her wand was holding up her hair.
I always loved her hair. It was mid length and gray but in a certain light it looked lilaclightblue. I didn't know what she was doing here. Or how she got here. Suddenly I heard a lout gasp and a even louder and high pitched "MOMMY!!!" I turned around to see my dad standing in his with yellowish night gown in the door frame mouth hanging wide open and eyes comically large.
He was stuttering out a lot of questions like "What are you doing here, Mommy?" or "Really, Vodka?! It's only 9am." But Oma ignored him and yelled:"Have you lost your mind? How could you do this to me. To our family name. You stopped killing muggles for a vacation in Italy. You are a disgrace to this entire family." " I-I-I j-just thought it w-would be a good i-i-dea."
"You just thought! Well clearly you didn't. And for your information. I'm not drinking Vodka. It's water. I'm not an alcoholic."
Yeah, that's right. Oma is NOT an alcoholic. Just like uncle Lucius isn't one either. My dad just stared at her and said again "What are you doing here?"
"I'm part of this family and this is a family vacation. So of course I'm here. Somebody has to make sure you haven't gone completely insane. And I also wanted to see my granddaughter again." Oma answered slightly annoyed but smiled at me. Well, I think she did. You never know with her.
"Where are the others? Is the rest of the lazy folk still asleep?" Oma complained and took a big swing of her water.
"Bella is up. The rest, I don't know." Dad said unsure. "What are the plans for today, daddy?" I asked. Dad seemed to think before he answered: "Today is our first day here, so I thought we chill here a little bit and do some watersports."
"Yay!!! I love watersports. Especially waterball!!!" I said excitedly, while jumping up and down. "Of course that's your great plan for today. To do absolutely nothing. You are so lazy." Oma said with a very disappointed look on her face, while she poured herself another glass of water.
"It's not lazy. We just want to spent some family quality time. And we don't have to do a lot because it is vacation." Dad tried to defend. "Yeah, yeah, what ever" Oma said dismissively.
Then mom came. She was as equally shocked as dad when she saw oma. "Oma, what are you doing here?" Mom said with a forced smile. "And are drinking Vodka? We said no alcohol around Delphi" she added with a disapproving tone.
"Like I already explained to my lovely son. I'm here because this is a family vacation. And I'm family. It's water that I'm drinking, not Vodka. I don't drink."
Mom groaned really loud and dad walked quickly over to the bar to pour himself a glass of a brown yellowish liquid. I assumed it was apple juice. Dad emptied the glass and looked like he wanted to die.
Then Narcissa and Draco came in. Narcissa was pleasantly surprised when she saw Oma. Draco didn't seem to notice her presence. He was busy staring at his phone. "Lovely seeing you here, Oma." Narcissa said. For some reason Narcissa was the only adult who got along with oma. Oma always criticized dad. She didn't like mom because Oma is her mother-in-law. I don't know about Lucius. Oma never talks about him. I don't think I've ever seen them in one room.
But Oma didn't respond to her. She just stared at Draco, who still didn't notice her. "What is that?! Is that one of those muggle phones?! Why do you have this?!" Oma shrieked and started to completely freak out. She screamed things like "Stupid muggles." And "Stupid technology." To my surprise she didn't go for Draco. She went for dad. "And you allow this. That your nephew owns this muggle trash. Unbelievable!"
"Mommy, please. I didn't know he had it." Dad exclaimed quietly. "Boy, why do you own such horrible device, that is contaminated with muggles." Dad asked Draco in a strict voice. For the first time Draco lifted his head and saw Oma. His eyes went wide and his skin even paler as usual. "I uh need this for uh school."
He stuttered out. "I use it to uh submit my school assignments because uh owls don't fly to Italy. You know owl policy and stuff." He then explained a little bit unsure. "Oh, I didn't know Hogwarts uses now muggle trash. But I mean it is for school so I guess it is fine." Oma said understanding.
"I'm hungry." I said because I couldn't stand the fact that the attention wasn't on me. I mean I'm the main character after all. "Well Lucius went shopping for food. He actually should be here by now." Narcissa said.
"I had a long journey and I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Oma said with a yawn and left. But not before she took two bottles of her favourite brand of water. Five minutes after Oma left. Lucius came back from shopping and we all got to the dining area to eat breakfast.
The rest of the day was not that eventful. We stayed at the house and chilled. We all played some watersports. I didn't see Oma for the rest of the day. Mom said it's because she is tired and has a male cat (Hangover). Whatever a male cat has to do with this.
At the end of the day we had a beautiful dinner in the garden. Dad made pizza, which wasn't even that bad. Then I went to my room because I had to go to bed.
#harry/draco#harry potter#dumbass#fuck dumbledore#oma#oma ist keine Alkoholikerin#Lucius malfoy in a wig#grapes#character death#enemies to lovers#italy#i dont deserve to live
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