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AN: sorry this took so long, I have been very busy at school, but anyway, here it is chapter three. Hope you like it. Please enjoy! :)

Piper Weasley





-CHAPTER THREE-

Misfortunate Malfoy



The feast began and Harry was still nowhere to be seen. Hermione was thoroughly angry when no one seemed to be upset about Harry’s disappearance.

“Stop worrying,” Ron told her through a mouth full of food, “I’m sure he will be here soon.”

Hermione took in a sharp breath, turning her head toward the door as April brushed the bits of food from her robes. She was sitting between Ron and Hermione. She knew Hermione was upset about Harry’s disappearance, and Ron’s lack of caring for something other than food, made Hermione’s temper rise even higher. April, having lost her appetite when Ron was talking, pushed her plate toward the center of the table.

Hermione let out her breath quickly before bringing her book around to hit April’s arm. April’s attention was then taken away from Ron’s full mouth to see Harry walking into the Great Hall, blood spattered down the front of his robes, and on his face.

“Where were you?” Hermione asked as soon as he reached them.

“I’ll explain later.”

“Welcome all,” Dumbledore said as he clapped his hands together, “to our returning students, welcome back, and to all new students, welcome to Hogwarts. I would also like to welcome back Professor Horace Slughorn, who has kindly agreed to take the place as Potion’s Master, with Professor Snape filling in as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

“I am glad to say that another year of magical learning awaits you,” he opened his arms, “Mr. Filch has asked me to tell you all that any joke items bought from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes are prohibited at Hogwarts.”

Many of the students stood up and yelled in protest. April glanced around the hall at all of the students; many held their fists in the air. Her eyes finally came to rest on the boy across the hall, he sat quietly with his weight on his arms crossed and resting on the table. Dumbledore patiently waited for most of the students to sit down before he decided to continue his speech.

“This year we must exercise caution,” he said once everyone fell silent, “more so than any other year. There was once a boy who walked through these halls, just like many of you, and he is just a reminder that even though we exercise extreme caution in these times, the greatest weapon could be you” the boy’s eyes flickered to Dumbledore standing at the front of the hall, “Now off to bed.” He said this last part cheerfully, and as soon as the words left his mouth the sound of benches being pushed away from the tables filled the hall.

“Are you coming?” Harry asked as he stood up to leave.

“I’ll meet you in the common room,” April told him, her eyes not moving from the boy looking at Dumbledore.

The Great hall was almost empty before she decided to stand up. She walked quickly to the boy she had been watching.

“Draco,” she said timidly, “are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” he stood up from the table quickly causing the bench to topple over behind him.

He hastily walked past her and into the Entrance Hall. She followed him as fast as she could, but by the time she exited the Great Hall, he had disappeared. She stood in the Entrance Hall for a while before walking up the stairs toward the Gryffindor common room.


McGonagall handed everyone their timetables as they entered the Great Hall this morning. April looked down hers before letting out a sigh of relief. She had taken been in Divination for a the last few years, but was glad to see that she was no longer in it. She compared her timetable with Harry, Ron and Hermione's, and noticed that she had a few classes without them. While she had Herbology, Harry, Ron and Hermione had Care for Magical Creatures. This was the same for a few other of her classes.

“Potions, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Slytherins?” Ron exclaimed, once he had finished looking over his timetable, “this year is going to be tough, I could barely stand them last year in Potions.”

“Oh Ron,” April said as her friends took a seat at the table, “do get over it.”

“Easy for you to say,” and with that he turned his back to her and loaded his plate with buttered breads, eggs, and sausage.

Harry stood back up and pulled April a little down the aisle away from Ron and Hermione.

“Don’t worry about Ron,” he told her, “he is just a little bitter that you don’t tell us everything. He thinks you tell Malfoy everything we say.”

April nodded, “right. Well, I’ll see you in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry,” she turned and hurried off towards the Slytherin table, leaving him standing alone in the aisle between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables. She sat down quickly next to Draco and filled a plate with eggs and buttered bread. Draco said nothing to her while they ate.

She would often come and sit with him at the Slytherin table for lunch and breakfast, so many of the Slytherins had gotten got used to this. A few of them still hated the idea of her, but most got along with her. She suspected though, that this was mainly because she was such close friends with the Malfoys.

“What classes do you have?” April asked Draco after she finished the eggs on her plate.

He handed her his timetable to look at. She had a lot of classes with him. It looked like the only class she had without him was Transfiguration.

“I didn’t know you were going to take Ancient Runes this year,” she said placing his timetable on the table next to him.

“My Mum is making me,” he said shortly.

His eyes were scanning the Daily Prophet he had open in front of him. Once he seemed satisfied that there was nothing on a page he would turn to the next. But he stopped scanning the paper and picked it up when he reached a page toward the back. He then held the paper close to his face, reading it quickly. After he had finished reading, he handed the paper to April. She took it from him and read the article he had just finished.

Misfortunate Malfoy


Last month, Death Eater Lucius Malfoy was captured and sent to Azkaban. Last night he attempted to break out using a series of nonverbal, wandless magic. After a short chase to the front gates of Azkaban, the Dementors caught him and he was placed back in his cell, with extra security measures set in place. A few hours after being returned to his cell, he was visited by Rufus Scrimgeour, Minister for Magic, who said, “Mr. Malfoy is a great threat to everyone, he needs the most security we have ever put in place. Even more so than Bellatrix Lestrange, who escaped last year.”

“As to that, I feel deeply for him,” Scrimgeour said when asked about Lucius’ son, Draco Malfoy, currently starting his sixth year at Hogwarts. “This is a tragic time for a father to be missing from his life, and he will need the most care while at school this year.”

This is a difficult and stressing time for in the Wizarding world for young Draco Malfoy, as it is for many children in our world. As for young Draco’s mother, Narcissa Malfoy, she must be having a very difficult time as well. Early this morning many reporters were seen outside her home in Wiltshire, where Lucius’ wife was refusing refused to talk to most reporters. I however, was lucky enough to be let inside, where she allowed me to ask her a few questions. Despite what many say of the Malfoy family, she was very Hospitable. She offered me freshly brewed tea, and fresh crumpets while we talked about what has been happening in her life.

“I visit him as much as I can,” she told me when we talked about her husband’s imprisonment, “I don’t feel that he should have been placed in Azkaban, but he is strong.”

She asked that we changed the subject, I can imagine that this is hard on her, and when asked about her son’s education she told me that; “I had him take as many classes this year as he could. I want him to be successful in life, and an education is the first step.” She went on to say that Draco has the potential of even being high up in the Ministry if he wanted to. He just needed to pass all of his classes with high grades. “He is much like his father,” she explained when I asked her about Draco’s future, “they are both motivated. And I feel that with help Draco in this time up hardship.”

“I do feel alone in this house,” she went on to say when asked how she felt with them away for so long, “I miss them deeply, but I feel that Draco’s place is at Hogwarts right now. Staying at in this house at the moment right now would just depress him too much. ” She then went on to say that, although she is sad that Lucius is in Azkaban, she feels that it will not impact Draco’s life too significantly, considering the timing of everything.

After that, she showed me to the door, and we said our goodbyes. I left while many reporters were still outside trying to force their way into in to her beautiful home. In the midst of all that is happening with her family, Narcissa Malfoy seems to be she is handling everything very rather well with her son and her husband.


April placed the paper on the table and looked at Draco. She didn’t quite know what she should say to him. She sat in silence as she watched him eat some potatoes. After a long while, he looked up at her.

“Why is she treating me like I’m a baby?” he asked.

“She is just worried about you,” April answered.

He stood up quickly and started to make his way down the hall. She picked the paper up off the table before chasing after him, and many heads in the Great Hall turned to watch as they left. She finally caught up to him as he was stepping out onto the moist grass outside.

“Draco,” she yelled, “slow down!”

“Why?” he yelled back, turning to face her, “so I can listen to whatever they have to say about my family?” He pointed at the paper in her hand, “I don’t understand why they write things like that!”

“Draco, it is their job,” she told him, “and who cares what they write about you? Most of what they say in here is false anyway.”

“No one in that hall is going to care what we think,” he looked away from her before he continued, “my mother doesn’t deserve all of this, she is better than that. They make her look as if she can’t handle herself, and they made me look like I need to have constant supervision and protection!”

“Draco,” she pulls him around to look at her, “who says that people are going to believe what is written in the paper?”

“Look,” he said a little calmer, “just stay away from me until this all straightens out. You deserve to be treated better than the way I know those people are going to be treating me after they see this.”

She looked away from him, as the bell sounded from within the castle. Class would be starting soon. April stepped passed Draco, as she prepared to make her way to the greenhouses.

“I’ll be fine,” she said over her shoulder, “nothing they say can hurt me.”

She was a few yards away before she heard his footsteps on the ground behind her. She pulled her hair into a plait that hung down her back, and they said nothing while they walked to class. When they reached the greenhouses, Professor Sprout gave them a short explanation on how to trim Venomous Tentacula leaves before letting the students begin performing the task in groups of two.

April began the task and realized right away that is was not nearly as easy as it sounded. The dark red vines moved through the air very quickly, and even with dragon-hide gloves on, she could still feel the slight sting of the sharp spikes digging into her hands. Most of the students managed to trim one or two vines, while Draco just watched as April trimmed almost all of their plant’s vines. When the class was almost over, Professor Sprout began to make her way to April and Draco’s plant, and Draco quickly attempted to trim the last few.

When the bell sounded quietly in the distance, Professor Sprout reminded all the students that their homework was to write an essay on the Venomous Tentacula, and have it ready to hand in by the next class. April exited the greenhouse after most of the student had already left. She had gotten into the habit of waiting before she left.

She only just got out of the greenhouse when she heard someone yell her name. She turned to see Draco leaning against the castle wall a little ways away from her. She almost thought about ignoring him, but she decided to wait and see what he had to say.

“How is it that you are so good at everything you do, but you can’t fly a broom to save your life?” he mused.

“Oh, shut up,” she said before turning to walk away from him, “you know, you can be such a git sometimes,” she left him standing there as she stormed off to go have lunch in the Great Hall with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.




AN: well there you have it, chapter three. What do you think? Please let me know.

Piper Weasley

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