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Molly, thinking that Albus had informations too urgent and important, had sent two owls to fetch his parents to come and now the new Burrows kitchen was rather crowded as Draco came along and Ginny's brothers, the twins and Ron insisted of coming too. Albus, head down, fidgeted on his chair, knowing he was now in a lot of troubles for spying in the Hog's head tavern with his uncles ear device.
"So, what did Dobby said?" asked Molly.
Albus Severus whispered: "we haven't heard the whole conversation, gran. But he said that in the depths of the kobold mines, there was a treasure worthy of everything we could wish for. And Mr Dumbledore replied that he had already tried to retrieve one of them 'spheres' but they were well protected by silver sand creatures and he hadn't been able to get one."

Albus didn't dare look into Molly's eyes. "We wouldn't have heard the conversation if Scorpius hadn't improved uncle George's ear. He had left one by the bar, said it was there where people would talk about the most forbidden stuff. And one day not long ago, the owner of the tavern, I mean Aberforth, he was washing some glasses, and that was unusual, he had never been too keen  on  cleanliness, see? Well, a very small hooded creature had come from behind the bar and it tooks a seat and we couldn't see his face but Aberforth, Mr Dumbledore I mean... he looked very pleased to see him.
Molly Weasley: "did he mention a name?"
Albus nodded. "He called him "Dobby".

Albus continued his tale: "at first, it was mostly hush hush conversations about smuggling prohibited creatures or stuff to Hogsmead or sometimes inside Hogwarts. They didn't pay us much attention, they probably thought we were too young, stupid teens who had come there for the booze."
Molly at that moment thought that his favourite grand kids should have needed a lot more of a slipper education on his sorry bottom but she sat down and tried to refrain from doing it. Scorpius was missing and Merlin only knew if he was still alive!

Albus Severus was back at his granny's house; Molly who understood how much he worried about Malfoy's disappearance was spoiling him with his favourite plum cake without much success. Albus, looking miserable, looked at his nana and decided to be honest.
Albus Severus: "Nana, would you tell dad if Scorpius and I had wandered in the Hog's Head Tavern? Not that Mr Dumbledore has let us drink fire whiskey, or not much of it, but he's always had very strange visitors and we... I mean, I had borrowed uncle George spy ears and we had listened to conversations that maybe we shouldn't have."

Inside his magical suitcase, Luna's husband Rolf Scamander had tucked a very tired Scorpius in his bed and in no time, his stomach now fully satisfied by a long awaited meal, the young Slytherin had fallen asleep.
Outside the suitcase in the dark cave, the silver sand began to swirl in twirling motions until a humanoid form completed its shape. In his right hand a crystalline wand emited a light and the suitcase opened to welcome its Master.

Molly Weasley sat down in her comfy chair by the fire with a sigh of satisfaction. Arthur, with the help of their sons had managed to transfer all their furnitures and belongings from the Burrows to... the perfect copy of the newly built Burrows in the new found Realm. Fred had already been exploring his ancient room but went back to helping George do the same with their shop now that the Ministry of Magic had chosen a site to rebuild some of the Diagon Alley venue. Many sorcerers had opted to settle in the deserted houses they had found, after a good cleaning and decorating but Mooly wanted Fred to feel at home, as if Death never touched him.

"I... My name is Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy" stuttered the young Slytherin. "Sorry to bother you Sir, but I got lost and I haven't had any food or drink in ages, can you spare a little for me?"
"Oh my, you poor boy! Sit down, sit down, tea is almost ready and this chicken should be too, ten minutes max. You're welcome of course, very welcome indeed."
Soon enough, Scorpius was gulping his food, his mouth too full of chicken and roasted potatoes to ask questions. Rolf Scamander (Luna Lovegood's husband was eating too, telling tales of escaping nifflers and wandering hens.) "You don't mind if I put another chicken in the oven? When he'll come here, he'll be probably as famished as you were"

With caution, Scorpius used the ladder inside the suitcase and managed to close it before releasing the naughty niffler. He could feel the wind and fresh air coming from further inside but his sense of smell indicated that an oven had a chicken roasting with potatoes and tomatoes and some cake had been baked too.
"Snif, snif... Merlin be praised, it smells like vanilla and... snif snif apples too". A small kitchen soon appeared in a round room, and there, sitting next to the oven, a man in his early thirties, with curly blonh hair and a fiery incurved moustache and a well trimmed beard. He looked rather surprised to see the young wizard but extended an arm to shake his hand.
"Oh hello! My name is Rolf Scamander and you are?"

Exhausted by what seemed days of exploring and dizzy with thirst and hunger, Scorpius had laid down in a corner of what looked like a more welcoming place and sank in an agitated sleep, populated by nightmares. Hadn't he been this fatigued, maybe the young Malfoy would have noticed that the soil beneath his body was no longer rock and stone but a silver sand bed.
He had only thought it'd be more comfortable to sleep on this than just the dark stone; someone had had the same idea, just twenty meters away laid a worn out suitcase and something had been trying to escape. The old luggage lock finally gave up and a tiny paw emerged from it, followed by a very plump and furry body. Seeing Scorpius asleep, sniffing something attracting, the small creature began searching the boy's pocket until it found the golden artefact. Scorpius woke up suddenly, catching the little thief.
"A niffler!" said Scorpius, surprised.