months was now working at the library with Richard, and Tom could not stop congratulating themselves for the idea. It was truly a blessing to deal with that place, I thought every morning when he raised the damper and came to tidy the magical trinkets that were in the habit of moving at night. It is fun, relaxed to deal with those objects and the hunt for books gave him enormous satisfaction. Spend hours rummaging through used bookstores in tiny, lost sense of time devoted to books at flea markets, buying huge private libraries without quality just to get my hands on a single book invaluable and totally unknown to the owners, often heirs with no taste or expertise, he did return to the days of school, when his only concern was the study and could forget about himself in the enormous library of Hogwarts. Even the repair work spells placed on objects selling magic used, a task now that Richard held in a hurried and harassed, put him in a good mood. He enjoyed trying to repair these items, sometimes literally needed parliamentary objects whose spells were so old to have them have a personality that did not want to know absolutely return to the original functions, protesting, expressing their views strongly and conviction, as the set of soldiers loyal to the bridge now and the minuet, quite reluctant to go back to simulate a small war time, who had unsuccessfully tried to repair the first week.
also had finally begun to travel. She was a gypsy, deep down, be adored around the world with the bag over his shoulder. The search for the magic Charity fairs took him far and wide in the new continent, neighborhoods magic of almost all large cities and I also like the fairs Muggles, if by chance there was news of the death of some famous magician no children near the place where it is held. It happened often, in fact, that the goods were auctioned by the magician Muggles, without knowing star selling magical items, so that with a little 'luck and care it was possible to discover small treasures. Tom had always been a bag ready in the house near the lighthouse, to be able to leave at any time on the trail of a fair or a flea market around the world, and now, thanks to this attitude, the business they were really going at full speed. So much so that when he learned of a market for books for a period of one week in Dublin, decided to leave the wizard.
had been in Dublin, a life before, and barely remembered it, but enough to find it transformed, at least in the more peripheral. It was only when he arrived at the center of the city that came to recognize the streets. The marketplace was looking for that turned out to be disappointing, a bunch of worthless junk, and any book that was worth bringing home, so Tom decided to spend the last two days to laze in the capital, enjoying the Indian summer, beer and Irish music before returning to Nantucket, hoping to find maybe something more interesting to Owl Lane, the neighborhood magic Dublin. It was magic in the office of tourism, just before, where he had procured a guide to magical places characteristic, with a detailed map of the neighborhood magic and a brief description of its history. Was willing to make a walk, but a strange laziness was the wrapping, like a blanket of tranquility, prompted by having nothing to do for the store. To this was joined in that pub, attracted by the music that came out and now was reluctant to leave, and decided to take it quiet, relax with a pint of dark beer, whose flavor was unbeatable at home, and listening three guys playing folk music in a corner of the room. The magician felt at peace with the world watching the world go by outside the windows of the pub and watching the sky changing scroll over their heads.
idly watched the road, on the other side when he saw a sign that the curious: Akasha. It was an esoteric library, written in what looked from the windows, and seemed strangely familiar. He took from the pocket of a sailor's jacket and the tourist brochures you traced the name of the library. It was apparently famous for being the first library open to the field with a magical Muggles, equipped with books approved by the Minister to do as little damage as possible in the hands of muggles. He did not say anything owner, but seemed to be one of the attractions of the place, and mages could use it to pass through access hidden magic in the district in the area devoted to books on astrology. Intrigued, he decided to move the magician, and finished the beer, crossed the street to enter the library.
The muggle side was fun and harmless, he decided. We were exposed to the books of some famous magicians, and other writings by muggles believe that they have found great spiritual and magical secrets, that Tom had read with a smile when he began to deal of Arcane Cabana, so after a quick glance at the shelves , went to the area decided to enter the other part of astrology.
back often to rethink then, in the following weeks, sometimes cursing that impulse ... but others said it might have been one of the most important experiences of his new life.
The library was half empty on both sides that day, and only a clerk presided over the Muggle side, while in the magical side there was nobody there when Tom stepped. He began to turn to the shelves, sliding or lesser-known titles by local authors, as always happened to him losing the sense of time and place, immersed in reading paragraphs from a book and another, sometimes taking a book to take in cash, ending the long way around. He had gleaned six, when he finally decided to get out of that small library before leave a legacy. It was actually stocked, was largely to its reputation of having just about everything, but could not bring back all those books, honestly, or would have had to abandon his baggage in favor of the volumes that would like to buy. He then went to the bar, where he had come to sit on a stool, a young blond with long hair loose over her shoulders and was reading a magazine, waiting for customers. The magician put the books near the cash register, smiling, and said: "I really have to congratulate you ... I too am a bookseller, but your library is stocked, much more than mine! "
The guy in front of him looked up shooting and the magician could see it was not so young as it appeared, but most realized of knowing, and very well. The steel-colored eyes were family, there could be confusing, as the habit of wearing his hair long and loose. The thin face was to Narcissa, but the look was that of Lucius. Draco Malfoy, about thirty or so, impossible to say thanks to all under Malfoy to look younger than their real age, was in front of him, and looked at him with a strange expression in his eyes.
Tom froze. He attended the Malfoy Manor for over a year, when he was alive again, waiting to be able to kill Potter, Draco and not only knew his face, he knew his voice very well. He could have found the nose and hair, her blue eyes had returned to the original, but his voice remained the same as the height, posture, shoulders. I stare, undecided, to study the young man who so reminded him of a painful part of his adult life and to establish a past that had stopped thinking. The silence began to be heavy, without which neither of them did a move, then Draco took the books without looking at them.
"Thanks," Draco said, without expression in his voice, "is a pleasure to meet a colleague ... where he opened his library? Maybe I Know. "
" N-Nantucket. " Answered, dry, dry mouth articulating words with difficulty.
"Nantucket? It is located in the States, right? But she does not have an American accent ... "
Tom scolded for leaving the basis nantuckettese just stepped down, and nodded, hoping that what he felt was not guilty blush on the cheeks. My stomach was in turmoil, he had never felt this way, even when he found himself in front of Potter and his wife to the lighthouse. Harry had never recognized, but in fact when they met they had thought to try to kill more than talking, so it was quite obvious that the other did not recognize him, but Draco had often spoken with, had lived in her house , you know. If Fenrir had recognized him by the smell, Draco could tell a thousand other details. Tom tried to calm down, thinking that it gave to all dead now, and that he looked too young, compared to its actual age, so no one but the boy's father before him could recognize him, but he could not to relax. He supported the inquiring gaze of the young Malfoy, not daring to look away.
"I traveled a lot." He said, smiling coldly.
"It reminds me of someone, you know? Maybe we met before? "
" No, impossible. This is the first time I come to Ireland. "
" Ah, but I do not I'm Irish. I am English. We may have seen elsewhere. "Draco folded his arms, his eyes narrowed, focused on the man's face. The put the chills and could not understand why. There was something about him that filled him with horror cold, but could not identify the reason. He was not ever try such an instinctive revulsion for one person, separate ... Voldemort. Young was enough to make his name in his mind, to open an empty feeling in my chest, like a fist. He opened his mouth, watching the magician in front of him. It was not possible that he was, he was sure. He was dead, she had seen him die with his eyes, attended his funeral. He had spent years trying to forget it, years struggling to regain dignity and a name, years to prove that he had changed and was no longer, it was never really a Death Eater. The man's voice haunted him in his dreams, he remembered clearly, and now ... Who was he?
"Who .. Who are you? "Churches, his voice choked in his throat.
Former Dark Lord he instinctively stepped back, realizing that he was recognized. He held his breath for a moment, then answered.
"Richard. My name is Richard Murray. "
..... follows.
/ / Before you continue to publish the story, I suggest you read this fanfic, I wrote some time ago, which explains how it is possible to have found Draco Malfoy to work on a book half magic and half-Muggle in Dublin ...
http://www.efpfanfic.net/viewstory.php?s
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