0425 Rtives


    At the entrance of the pce-like tent, Draco stood in an impable suit, raising an eyebrow and casting a slightly mocking gaze at Harry, whose head had swollen due to the bubble gum Ginny had given him. Dracopletely ignored the fact that two of his former professors were standing right in front of him.


    "What''s going on, Remus?" Sirius asked in a low voice, his brow furrowed deeply as he addressed Remus, who was currently engaged in a silent standoff with Narcissa Malfoy.


    Remus pressed his lips together. His amber eyes reflected a mixture of exhaustion and helplessness. Running a hand through his prematurely graying hair, he replied in a hushed tone, "It''s Kreacher. He took it upon himself to invite your... to be a guest in the tent. I noticed themotion outside, so I came to investigate."


    "That disloyal traitor!" Sirius cursed without restraint, his voice rising slightly before he caught himself. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides as he fought to control his temper. "Where''s Kreacher now? Where did the little backstabber run off to?"


    Remus''s expression softened slightly at his friend''s outburst. "I''ve already sent him to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for you all," he said, trying to diffuse the situation. "I thought it best to keep him upied and out of sight for now."


    Sirius, whoseplexion was already darkened from over two weeks of sunbathing at sea, turned an even deeper shade. The tan that had given him a healthy glow now seemed to emphasize the storm brewing in his eyes. With a determined set to his jaw, he strode past Remus, taking his ce in the tense standoff with Draco''s mother.


    "You''re not wee in my tent. Leave!"


    Faced with Sirius''s harsh rebuke, Narcissa showed little outward reaction, but a keen observer might have noticed the slight tightening around her eyes and the almost imperceptible lift of her chin.


    Draco, however, was not nearly as adept at hiding his emotions. His pale face suddenly flushed an angry red, the color creeping up his neck and staining his cheeks. He red at Sirius with unbridled fury, as he seemed about to step forward to defend his mother''s dignity. However, Narcissa''s hand, adorned with glittering rings, shot out to hold Draco back.


    Simultaneously, Arthur his kind face etched with concern, moved to restrain Harry and the others who were instinctively edging forward to join the fray. His hand gently pushed against Harry''s chest, and he shook his head slightly at the boy, whose swollen features did nothing to mask his determination. Arthur''s voice was soft but authoritative as he said, "Let them handle it, Harry. You youngsters shouldn''t interfere in adult matters."


    Hermione, her bushy brown hair even more wild than usual in the morning air, frowned deeply as she stood behind Arthur. In a low voice that barely carried to those around her, she asked, "What''s going on? That''s Malfoy''s mom... She seems to know Sirius?"


    Harry blinked, finally realizing as he watched the cold confrontation between Sirius and Malfoy''s mother that they might indeed know each other. Before he could voice his confusion, Ron spoke in a rather disdainful tone:


    "There''s nothing strange about that, is there? Sirius''s family is very famous and Pureblood wizard families have been intermarrying for hundreds of years. If you trace it back far enough, even Malfoy and I are rtives!"


    Thest part was said with a grimace, as if the very thought left a bad taste in his mouth.


    Even with his eyes squeezed into slits due to his swollen face, Harry still managed to widen them in shock as he stared at Ron. The fact that Ron was actually rted to Malfoy, even distantly, was quite a surprise to Harry. It made him realize just how little he truly understood about theplex web of rtionships in the wizarding world.


    "Your tent—" Narcissa Malfoy''s voice cut through the air like a knife. She seemed to have originally intended not to speak to Sirius at all, but his rude tone appeared to have pierced her icy facade, igniting a spark of anger. She put on a disgusted expression, as if she had smelled something unpleasant.


    Narcissa''s gaze swept over the tent left behind by Sirius''s father, her eyes narrowing as if she were examining a particrly offensive piece of rubbish in a second-hand market. Her lips curled into a sneer as she took in every detail of the once-grand structure.


    To be fair, Sirius''s tent was still quite impressive in its own right. Its style didn''t pale inparison to the other luxurious dwellings that dotted the campground. The fabric was a deep, rich burgundy, embroidered with intricate golden patterns that seemed to move and shimmer in the early morning light.


    However, the ravages of time and neglect were evident upon closer inspection. The fabric, while still rich in color, was tattered at the edges and bore unmistakable signs of moth damage. Patches of the once-vibrant embroidery hade loose, leaving gaps in the elegant designs. The ropes and poles that held the tent upright showed signs of wear, and there was a general air of mustiness that showed years of neglect.


    The sorry state of the tent was a direct result of years of neglect. Over the past decade, Grimmauld ce had been maintained solely by Kreacher, the ck family''s ancient house-elf. However, Kreacher had spent most of his time ttering the shrieking portrait of Sirius''s mother, barely finding time or feeling to properly clean or maintain the ck family''s numerous properties. This prolonged negligence had resulted in the tent falling into a state of disrepair that was impossible to fully disguise, even with magic.


    "Is this all that''s left of the ck family in your hands? Just these worn-out relics?" Narcissa''s voice dripped with disdain, each word carefully chosen to inflict maximum damage. Her haughty expression spoke volumes about her opinion of Sirius in the family legacy. "Would you like to hear how Walburga evaluated you when she was alive? ''A good-for-nothing'' was spot on, wasn''t it? No wonder she emptied the ck family vault before she died, not leaving you a single coin."


    At the mention of his mother, a sh of gloom crossed Sirius''s dark face, quickly masked by anger. The muscles in his jaw tightened visibly as he clenched his teeth. It was clear that he didn''t care about the galleons hidden in the goblin''s underground vaults at Gringotts, but the mutual suspicion and hatred between mother and son was evidently not a wound that had healed with time. Having such a painful family history spoken of so coldly by an outsider, even one rted by blood, was like salt being rubbed into an old but still tender wound.


    "I''m not like you—" Sirius began, his voice low and controlled as he fought to suppress the anger boiling in his heart. His grey eyes now held an icy coldness that could rival Narcissa''s own cial stare. "I don''t need to rely on galleons or constantly boast about my ridiculous bloodline to hold my head high and get through life."


    Harry, despite hisically swollen features, felt a surge of pride for his godfather. He was about to cheer for Sirius, his hand already half-raised in support. Even Remus, standing slightly to the side, couldn''t suppress the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.


    Draco''s reaction, however, was far from amused. His pale cheeks, which had only just returned to their normal color, suddenly flushed a violent shade of red that shed horribly with his tinum hair. In a move so swift it seemed almost instinctive, his hand darted to his pocket. In one fluid motion, he drew his wand out and pointed it directly at Sirius, as his arm trembled with the force of his anger.


    A low growl escaped Draco''s throat, simr to a wolf whose territory had been invaded. His grey eyes, so like his mother''s, were wide with fury as he snarled, "Apologize to my mother, now!"


    "Watch out!" Harry''s shout pierced the tense atmosphere, his voice slightly muffled by his swollen cheeks. In an instant, the scene transformed from a tense verbal confrontation to a potentially dangerous magical standoff.


    Except for Mr. Weasley, who maintained his position, Harry and Hermione, along with Ron and his siblings, had instinctively taken defensive stances the moment Draco showed signs of attacking. Wands appeared in hands, each pointed steadily despite the trembling fingers that held them. In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere between the two groups became charged with potential violence.


    Wizards passing by looked at the scene in astonishment, their morning stroll to breakfast was suddenly interrupted by what appeared to be an impending duel. Some quick-witted individuals were already running towards the distance to report the situation to the campsite managers.


    To be honest, the threat from a young wizard like Draco wasn''t taken particrly seriously by seasoned wizards like Sirius and Remus. Both men had faced far worse in their lives –However, as they looked at Draco pointing his wand at them with such naked hostility, disappointment showed clearly in both their eyes. After all, no matter how much they were at odds with the Malfoy family, Draco had once been their student at Hogwarts.


    "Put your wands away, all of you!" Mr. Weasley''s voice cut through the tension. His tone was no longer that of his usual good-natured self, but carried an authority that seemed to surprise even his own children.


    Mr. Weasley looked sternly at his children until, one by one, Harry and the others reluctantly lowered their wands. Satisfied that his side were under control, Mr. Weasley turned his attention to Draco. His voice was firm but not unkind.


    "Please put your wand away, young Mr. Malfoy. No fighting is allowed here!"


    "Why should I listen to you?" Draco''s arm didn''t move an inch.


    Mr. Weasley''s patience, while considerable, was not infinite. His kind face hardened slightly as he stepped forward, straightening his shoulders as he faced Draco.


    "I''m sorry, young Mr. Malfoy," he said, his voice taking on an edge of anger that his children rarely heard. "Perhaps you''ve forgotten, but I feel obliged to remind you that I am a Ministry official. It''s my responsibility to maintain order here." His blue eyes bored into Draco''s grey ones as he continued, "Are you prepared tounch an attack in front of a Ministry official? Are you ready to face the consequences of such an action?"


    Mr. Weasley''s words were clearly unexpected by Draco. Draco had never taken the Weasley family seriously before, dismissing them as blood traitors unworthy of his attention. But now, with quite a crowd gathering to watch the unfolding drama, he found himself in a difficult position.


    "Put your wand away, Draco. These riffraff aren''t worth it." Narcissa was more level-headed than Draco. She knew that under these circumstances, with so many witnesses and a Ministry official present, it was no longer appropriate or advantageous to continue arguing with this group.


    Moreover, Arthur Weasley was, after all, a long-serving Ministry official from a pureblood family, regardless of their blood traitor status. If things really escted, it might prove difficult for her husband, Lucius, to handle the political fallout. Thest thing the Malfoy family needed was more scrutiny from the Ministry, especially with the whispers of dark activities that still clung to their name like shadows.


    Narcissa lowered Draco''s arm. She gazed deeply at Sirius, as if trying to memorize his face, then put her arm around Draco''s shoulders and raised her voice slightly.


    "Let''s go, Draco, We''ll visit the Greengrass family''s tent. I''m sure they''ll provide much more... suitablepany." Her pause was deliberate, her next words chosen with surgical precision to inflict maximum damage. "There''s no need to argue with a criminal from Azkaban and a werewolf. It''s beneath us."


    The effect of Narcissa''s words was immediate. The crowd, which had been murmuring quietly amongst themselves, suddenly erupted into a cacophony of gasps, exmations, and hurried whispers. Many of the foreign wizards, who had been drawn to the confrontation out of simple curiosity, now looked at Remus and Sirius with undisguised terror.


    The more timid members of the audience began to back away, their eyes wide with fear as they regarded the two men as if they had suddenly transformed into dementors before their very eyes.


    Faced with people''s pointing and whispering, Sirius and Remus looked grim. However, they couldn''t exin anything to these uninformed foreigners, especially since, in a sense, Narcissa Malfoy wasn''t lying. Remus was indeed a genuine werewolf, and Sirius had indeed spent a third of his life in the infamous Azkaban.


    "Stop right there, Malfoy!" A sudden surge of anger welled up in Harry''s heart. He raised his wand again, shouting at Malfoy''s back.


    Draco, who had been allowing his mother to guide him away from the confrontation, paused at Harry''s call. He turned slowly, a sneer already forming on his face. As he took in Harry''s ridiculous appearance, the sneer morphed into a look of malicious amusement.


    "You look quite amusing, Potter, Oh, nning to make a grand appearance at the World Cup, are you?"


    Draco was thoroughly satisfied with Sirius and Remus''s embarrassment and he wasn''t at all concerned about Harry''s raised wand. Perhaps it was the presence of so many witnesses, or maybe he simply couldn''t take Harry seriously given his current appearance. Whatever the reason, Draco''s posture remained rxed, almostzy in its arrogance.


    With a final sneer, Draco turned away, following his mother without so much as a backward nce as they disappeared around the corner of a nearby tent.


    As soon as the Malfoys were out of sight, the crowd''s attention snapped back to Harry.


    "Potter? Is that Harry Potter?" The question rippled through the crowd, passing from person to person in an excited hush. Eyes that had moments ago been wide with fear now shone with curiosity and admiration.


    "It is him!" someone else confirmed, their voice tinged with wonder. "Even though his face is swollen, I saw his scar when he raised his wand!"


    "Oh, he''s the one who defeated You-Know-Who!" The exmation came from a wizard with a thick Eastern European ent. He turned to hispanion, tugging excitedly on the sleeve of their robe. "Cam, quickly get my camera. I want to take a photo of Harry Potter. Your mother has always been curious about him!"


    The mention of cameras seemed to break a dam, and suddenly there was a flurry of movement as people began rummaging in bags and pockets for their own magical cameras. Although people were afraid of werewolves and criminals, the foreign wizards who had just backed away couldn''t resist their curiosity and slowly began to approach.


    "Quick, get inside, Harry—" Harry stood dumbfounded, not expecting so many foreigners to have heard of his name. Hermione, the first toe to her senses, grabbed Harry''s arm and pulled him towards the tent.


    Harry allowed himself to be led, still blinking in confusion at the rapid turn of events.


    "Huh—" Sirius took a deep breath, running a hand through his dark hair in a gesture of mixed exasperation and resignation. "Let''s go, Harry, we''ll talk inside."


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