Harry Potter's Summer of Healing and Magic at Malfoy Manor Haven't said this in a while so I should probably mention. I don't own Harry Potter. I'm not sure of the specific legal ramifications of a character called Harry Potter but not actually the same guy. But anyway, I don't own any of the stuff I'm not supposed to own. I may own the stuff I'm supposed to own but since I'm unlikely to publish it probably doesn't matter. ________________________________________ It was a nice garden, the garden at Malfoy Manor. At one time the bushes were elegantly crafted topiary, a menagerie of fantastic creatures in fanciful poses, but they had been untended for a year and now they looked just like bushes. Just here or there you could see a shadow of a dragon, the wing of a swan. It was like looking at clouds. The grass had grown up too, long blades that got between your toes. It was half wild but then that was good. It was a wonderfully peaceful place. So why oh why had they nailed two bloody great quidditch goals into it. Harry snorted, they were ruining the view with their stupid game. "Come on Harry!" Ginny swooped down laughing. "There's a spare broom!" "Right, the broom's the problem." Harry laughed back, waving his cane. "Not the fact that I'm disastrous in the air at the best of times and am currently down a limb." "So you're just gonna stay down there on the grass like an old man?" "Just keep it quiet you hooligans." Harry laughed as Ginny rose into the sky again. It would have been fun to go up and make a fool of himself, make them laugh when he fell off. But if he ever wanted to get rid of the walking stick he would have to let himself actually heal. If he burst his guts open nobody would laugh. Well... maybe the twins would. Harry turned and stomped off across the grass, back towards the house. The sun was beating down like a hammer and Harry was sweating by the time he reached the wide veranda. He took a moment before climbing the stairs. …but everything was about to change
