Chapter 91:
Harry tilted his head as he considered it. "Okay, but promise me you won't follow me in. I don't want anything happening to you."
"I promise."
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Meanwhile
Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire
Lucius sat in his office and considered all he knew about the mystery that was Harrison James Potter-Black. The boy was truly an enigma; how he managed to keep such power contained and hidden he would never know. It had been pure chance that he had looked up and seen Harrison's magical outburst before Sirius had shielded them. Had he not, he would have never realised the power the small and delicate looking boy could wield.
Thinking back, Lucius recalled how Harrison's emerald eyes had actually glowed, illuminated by his power, and how his hair had been stirred by the magic currents he had been giving off. Such a display should have been impossible for a child. Lucius had wondered when Harrison had admitted to masking some of his magic, but he had never thought it would be such a shocking amount. The boy was truly impressive. Lucius hadn't felt power like that since the glory days of the Dark and even then his Lord's power was tinged with weakness, brought on by his own insanity. How anybody could believe that Harrison was the saviour of the Light he wouldn't know; even from a distance Lucius had recognised the Darkness in his magic. The boy had the makings of a Dark Lord.
He would have to watch him, be there for him. Lucius was suddenly very grateful to his son. When he had first read Draco's letters, he had been torn—his son had expressed a desire to befriend the Boy-Who-Lived, a boy who Lucius had assumed incorrectly would be a Light pawn. Now, instead, his son was friends with a great potential ally.
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Hogwarts
School