I had been almost sick with anticipation as summer break approached. I would have failed an important exam had Scorpius not intervened (Potions was his favorite subject).
I was already packing my bag when Father's edict had come down. I would not be spending any holiday at 'that house.' I made a weak argument about his time at Grimmauld Place, and he said that it was not the same thing at all.
So what did I do? I spent most of the summer sulking and waiting for owls from Scorpius.
Over those interminable weeks, I had time to think about things. For example, how I had chosen for a surrogate my father's enemy, and in *his* house. His house, and the house of my friend.
Scorpius was a restrained correspondent, but his last letter contained these ominous lines:
Grandfather having meltdown. Confronted me about your absence. He's on the warpath.
Watch yourself.
p.s., What did you *do* to him?
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