“Ah,” Harry said cheerfully, “how is old Lucius?”
“Furious with you.” Michael replied, just as cheerfully. “I believe that if you were to drop dead this instant, the party would be held at Malfoy Manor.”
Hermione let out a sort of strangled gasp at the casual mention of Harry’s death, causing said young man to glance over.
“Yeah, it’s a bit blunt,” Harry said comfortingly, placing his hand over hers, “but we both know it’s true.”
“I don’t like it.” Hermione whispered, making certain that only Harry could hear her.
“I know.” He whispered back, before straightening up. “I believe that old Lucius is angry because I interfered with one of his little plots. I’ve been trying to feel bad about it, but I just can’t seem to manage.”
“Yes, a dreadful shame.” Michael said in mock-sympathy. “If he wasn’t such a pretentious arsehole, I’d probably be trying, too.”
Harry Potter and the Quantum Leap, Chapter 39