The classroom was nearly silent apart from the soft breathing of the only person inside. The chairs were all broken and contained rotten pieces of wood while the desks remained in tip-top shape. The windows were closed and the curtains were hung across them. The blackboard still held chalk drawings of whatever the class had been used for before and the teacher's desk was as old and dusty as furniture that was never looked at. Blue blinked his now bloodshot and puffy eyes open, shifting and turning his head to look around.

His eyes didn't stay on one sight for much longer as he averted them towards the corners of the classroom with raised eyebrows. Pushing himself to his feet, Blue stretched out his thin body all the while having his eyes flicker around absentmindedly. They paused however at the piece of paper sticking out from one of the dusty, old cabinets. The paper itself looked old with torn edges yet that didn't stop the eleven-year-old from walking forward and pulling it out of its confines.

It was wrapped with red thread that had gold fluff at the end. He furrowed his eyebrows even further before looking around and noticing that there was no sign of anyone having been there before now. Looking back at the rolled up paper, he hooked his pinky finger around the thread so that his nail scratched the paper and pulled it apart slowly.

He rose one eyebrow, the paper had nothing inside except for a single Blue flower that had a bell attached to its stem. On the top of the page were the words 'sanguinem juramento' he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking back to what he had learned about Latin but not yet understanding the true meanings of the words. Looking around, he noticed a bookshelf with old and dusty books, however, there was one that stood out to him, it seemed to be plucked out of the shelf and left to hang unbalanced upon the edge. Stepping on his tiptoes, Blue's fingers brushed against the spine as he pulled it down.

Blowing away the dust that was left upon it, Blue tilted his head to the side and squinted just a bit through the blurriness of his lenses yet before he could manage to read out what the title was, the door was opened with a soft creaking noise and the Potter offspring jumped in shock. He dropped the book to the floor, shoving the paper into his robe pockets just as he caught sight of blonde hair and he found himself on the floor again, his face being turned this way and that.

"Draco, will you-"

He felt his head get turned to the ceiling and then back to the side before fingers were opening his eyes and mouth and soon enough, Blue's left leg gave a right jerk into Draco's stomach to stop his senseless probing. When the blonde boy rolled off of him, Blue sat up and shook his head to and fro, pushing his glasses up as he warily eyed the young Malfoy.

"What are you doing here? I bit you, I'm a freak of nature. Aren't you suppose to avoid me now? Kill me?"

Draco looked mortified at the suggestions, shaking his head to and fro as his face went the color of a ripe tomato. He stared down at his bandaged hand, frowning heavily for a few seconds before standing up to his feet and brushing off the imaginary dirt on his robes. A slight tilt of his head was shown when he finally noticed the state of the classroom and not willing to dwell within it any longer, he swung the door open once more.

"Come on."

He held a hand out, nervously giving a lopsided smile as Blue continued to eye him warily before slowly grabbing it. He hadn't even noticed that they had intertwined their fingers either, too preoccupied with the thoughts of what the paper truly meant and if he would ever be able to come back to retrieve the book.

Shrugging to himself, Blue let Draco pull him out of the classroom and down the corridor with not even a bout of protest. It was only when they changed directions from the Slytherin dungeons that he rose both eyebrows, seemingly curious before Draco pushed open the double oak doors of the library and snorted at the number of people that stared at them.

"Oh. So you found him?"

Finley sat awkwardly on one of the chairs, legs pulled up to his chest and arms resting on them so that his head was buried in the gap. He eyed the two with narrowed blue eyes before lifting his head up and brushing a hand against his black hair, fingers threading through the soft strands like waves against the sand. He finally let his hand drop and leaned backward, foot on the table edge to push him back even more. He kept a steady grip on the table itself and as he kept leaning back and forward, his lips parted open to speak.

"On to more other things that don't involve my cousin and friend fighting like an old married couple that just can't get divorced because of some stupid reason..." He trailed off slowly as if he was thinking how to phrase the rest of the sentence before shaking his head softly. "Have you met your brother yet? In here I mean?" His question was directed towards Blue who seemed to furrow his eyebrows, lips curling into a scowl. The younger Potter upturned his nose, head turning towards the side in an act of annoyance.

Finley could only blink before the chair slipped from its precarious angle and he let out a small shriek, arms flailing upwards in a moment of panic as he inwardly flinched, expecting to hit the cold ground but instead, he was unharmed. Peeking one eye open, Finley noticed messy red hair and as his eyes traveled downwards, dark bluish brown eyes with a mountain of freckles everywhere. The Lestrange boy gave a small squeak once the boy decided to voice his amusement.

"Not even a thank you? I just saved your life, Ya know." Despite the annoying words, amusement was laced with them as he sat up, making Finley's small height and size dwarf him in comparison. Scrambling off of his so-called Savior, Finley huffed just a bit and averted his eyes, face going a dark rose color as the boy leaped to his feet and gave off a mischievous grin.

"The name's Fred...Nice to meet ya, banshee number two and friends." His tone was joking but that didn't stop Finley from snorting in obvious annoyance as he took the time to observe the red-haired Gryffindor with a very small blink. He averted his eyes when Fred tried to regain eye contact and scrunched up his nose with an embarrassing stutter.

"Well... um... thanks... " his face had exploded in color to match the red of Fred's hair and as the Weasley Boy opened his mouth to tease him further, his name was suddenly shouted and with a mock salute, along with a wink sent Finley's way, he was off. The black-haired boy could only stare before whirling around and clapping his hands together.

Before he could speak, however, a paper was shoved into his face and the low hiss of warning that came from Blue's mouth was enough to have Finley leaning away as his hands reached up to pluck the paper from pale fingers and twisted it in his hands. He rose both eyebrows before flickering his eyes over to Draco who had shuffled closer with a frown settling on his face.

"What's that? I knew you were hiding something, you conniving bird!"

Blue snorted at the insult unfazed as he pushed his glasses up and watched Finley examine the wrinkled paper with a scrunched up nose. He kept looking back and forth before finally allowing his shoulders to slump as he bit his lower lip.

"So what does it-"

"Blood Oath."

"Huh?" Blue's eyebrows furrowed when Finley spat out the words and as he opened his mouth to question his friend once more, the Lestrange boy gave a hiss of annoyance.

"Whoever gave you this paper wants to make an Oath involving blood to be drawn... it's like an Unbreakable Vow..." Finley paused for a moment before twisting the paper once more and tilting his head to the side with furrowed eyebrows. He breathed in through his nose, heavily concerned before rolling up the paper and turning towards the books on the shelves, slumping his shoulders in an exhausted manner.

"The things I do for a Potter."

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