Seventh year. Trouble at hand. Biggest trouble though? In a word, Draco Malfoy. This is just the beginning of it all.

A shocking incidence which followed. The plot thickens.

Hermione Granger in for some adventure? Not a pleasant one!

Hm, so Malfoy is going bonkers!

How was he supposed to change it all overnight? Given that the person who required him to change was the haughty know-it-all Hermione Granger.

“But why are you leaving? Where are you going?”

“Away from you. You want to kill me, don’t you?”

Hermione blanched. “I…what are you talking about?”

Draco let out a devious laugh. “You and your friend can go to hell. Am leaving!”

The sound made her jump a foot. She stepped backwards, squinting. And then…she saw.

A frail and bloody Harry lay on the ground. With growing sense of horror she watched his body rise. She stood frozen. He was floating towards her! Every inch of her screamed.

They were all a part of a bigger plan...and the Slytherin boy was all for it.

Nervous and fidgety, Blaise didn’t want to be noticed. It hadn’t been his intention to let the Dark Lord know of his miscalculations. But, he’d realized too late that nothing escaped the Lord.

“Who’s dead?” Harry asked tensing all over.

“You friend, Harry Potter.”