“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!”

“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.

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.

“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.

“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.

"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."

“Er…how do we get in?”

“Have you never read Hogwarts, A History?” I asked him, shocked.

“No.”

“Well, you obviously have to say the password.”

“Oh. Okay. Well…” He stared at me, and I stared back, unflinching. “You do know the password. Right?”

“Uh. No.”