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“No,” I gasped, not believing what I saw. It wasn’t possible that she was Head Girl and I was Head Boy. Then again, it made perfect sense. Granger was such a teacher's p-. My thoughts were interrupted: “Where have you been?” she asked, trying to contain her anger. “You should have been here twenty-five minutes ago!”
Chaos On Cue
I just stared open-mouthed at the enormous creature sitting not more than twenty yards ahead of us, snarling and swinging its huge tail. I turned to see Malfoy’s reaction, and the look on his face was priceless. Pure fright was pictured on his smooth features as he gaped at the dragon before us….
Give Me One Good Reason To Help You, Mudblood
“Right, Malfoy, you heard her. On the count of three, say this spell,” she commanded, pointing at a page of the book in front of her. “One, two, thr-” “Give me one good reason to help you, Mudblood,” I smirked challengingly. “Just one…” “Okay, how about this one? As I’m sure you’re aware, not much of the student population knows exactly what happened at the end of last term. Let’s just say, I will kindly fill them in.” Now it was her turn to smirk.
“Students, I would like to welcome to our school a new Seventh Year: Miss Charisse Mabel! She was transferred from Beauxbatons School, in France, and she will continue her education here, at Hogwarts. I am sure that you will accept her into whichever house she is sorted into.” And with that, Professor McGonagall sat down, and motioned for the Sorting to begin.
It was discovered that the woman who had appeared at the Ministry of Magic for the past six days was a Death Eater using the Polyjuice Potion. This young woman*, had been attacked at her London flat by Death Eaters late Sunday morning, and had been imprisoned ever since.
Correspondence between Malfoys
Draco; You have no reason to know of the Dark Lord’s plans, and I therefore forbid your Mother from telling you ANYTHING. Do you understand? What the Dark Lord does in his pastime is no business of a mere Hogwarts student. I don’t want to hear of you inquiring about such things again. Father
A Secret Meeting?
“What started as a mere idea last January has now evolved into a full-fledged escapade to overthrow the all-mighty wizard. He gathered his most loyal followers, and formed a new group, outside of the Death Eaters. They met a few times over the months, in secret of course, but I noticed that now their meetings grew more frequent.” I stared and stared at Mother, almost sure that she was making this all up, but listened intently.
"I stared at the portrait of Dumbledore, willing him to say something. His portrait looked back at me, smiling that knowing smile. “Any ideas, Headmaster?” He smiled again, and whispered, “Malfoy, Draco.” My eyes widened in shock." - Minerva's Story
A Fight, a Letter…and a Rather Bad Situation
“First off, there are hardly new students, except for the first years. Second, there’s nothing special about you, Half-Blood. Trust me.” Her eyes blazed, and her nostrils flared. She removed her wand from the back of her jeans, and pointed straight at my heart, all in a split second. “EXPELLIARMUS!” She shot the spell with all her might, then she caught my wand as it flew out of my pocket. My head slammed against the armchair, knocking the air out of my lungs.
Civility at Last?
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" I asked him, for he were barring my way upstairs. "I want to talk about what happened today." "Oh. That. Well, I want to say thank you. For trying to spy on us, and being a distraction," I said heavily.
A Twisted Vision
"Voldemort was always paranoid. He wanted to live forever, for he fears death, and he wanted to be feared by all. He figured out a way that he could accomplish his dream, but with it, he had to give up being human." I frowned, and Mother rephrased it. "He's still human, but not wholly. He separated his soul into seven pieces, hiding six in various objects. They are called Horcruxes. There are six, and the seventh is Voldemort himself."
The Morning After
Meow! We both jumped. "Crookshanks?" Hermione recovered first. Meow. A ginger cat appeared in the doorway. Meow, he said again. "Where have you been, Crookshanks?" Hermione cooed lovingly, scooping her beloved cat in her arms. All of a sudden, a second cat began purring. I looked at Granger. She looked at me...
Gain No Information
“Er…how do we get in?”
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