dracoharry100 | Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 88

Title: Harry Potter, Wardsmith. Part 88
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x6
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: extreme
Rating for this series: Rated NC-17
Rating for this post: Rated PG-13
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!

Author's note: Comments are love!
This fic is coming to an end, but slowly. ;)

Summary: Draco and his mum have lunch and she mentions something he already knew.

Part 1: http://dracoharry100.livejournal.com/1154283.html
Part 87: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/310373.html#cutid1

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“Which means the stop-bleed potion is ready to send off to St Mungos for testing,” Draco said, picking his fork back up with a bite of the tuna steak Vissy had served him and Mother for lunch. “Their standards are, of course, extremely high, but I feel confident this potion will meet, or even exceed them.”

“Marvelous,” Narcissa said, her smile soft. “I am proud of you, son.” She finished her own tuna steak and patted her mouth with her napkin. “I shall soon be bragging about you to Dizon.”

“Oh?” Draco said, raising one eyebrow and waiting for more.

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“Did I not tell you?” Narcissa said calmly, but without quite meeting Draco’s eye. “I am finally returning to Johannesburg. I leave the day after tomorrow. Dizon has kindly arranged for my transportation. It is an unpleasant trip by Floo or Portkey, much too far.”

“Indeed,” Draco agreed. “Is it not five, six thousand miles from here? Apparating all that way would be extreme.” He gave a dry chuckle.

“Quite so,” Mother agreed, “therefore, Dizon will be meeting me at Cellenina’s home, in Rabat. We plan to slowly apparate southward together, through Africa.”

“That sounds nice,” Draco said, deliberately mild.

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“Yes,” his mother said, slightly fast. “We will spend several days in Morocco — it will be so lovely to catch up with Cellenina, to meet her husband and children — then we’ll head south to Timbuktu. Dizon tells me wizards have been living there for over four thousand years! I’m eager to see the museums and there is a restaurant he wants to take me to. But, Dizon says while we are in Mali we also must visit Djenne. The Monday market there is not to be missed. Silks and wax prints and musical instruments and beautiful toys for his grandchildren.”

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“After that we plan to spend a few days at Loango National Park in Western Gabon, even though it is almost entirely Muggle. Can you imagine?”

Draco said nothing, so Narcissa took a forkful of wilted spinach with slivered almonds. Draco ripped off a bit of his roll and popped it in his mouth.

“After that Dizon wanted to show me Lake Nakuru, in Kenya. His friend Merlin Mwangi lives near there and is apparently extremely eager to meet me? So kind.”

Draco merely nodded.

Mother sipped her wine and smiled warmly, but Draco just tipped his head at her.

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“Dizon said we would visit with the Mwangi family for just two or three days, because he very much wants to show me his house in the Okavango Delta, in Botswana.”

Draco nodded once.

“Dizon is a student of African history, so he chose to build near the Tsodilo Hills. He wants to show me the San villages near there. Apparently, they have rock paintings that are thousands of years old.”

“Fascinating,” Draco said and sipped his wine.

His mother took a drink as well, a bit longer than her last. She ate her last bite of spinach and almonds.

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“After that, we will be near enough to Johannesburg that apparition is easy: back to the compound he shares with his children, daughters-in-law and grandchildren.”

“A grand tour of the whole continent,” Draco said, still firmly noncommittal.

“Well, a good deal of it,” Mother said. “Africa is large, with extremely varied geography. Dizon is quite proud to be African.”

“It sounds like a delightful trip,” Draco said. “I look forward to seeing photos.”

“Yes,” Mother said, looking at her plate. She spread her napkin over her lap again, though Draco would’ve bet a galleon it had already been perfectly aligned.

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To be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/320626.html#cutid1