Theodore Nott. Another character, who I think is only mentioned twice, once in Order of Phoenix and then in Half Blood Prince, but who I am quite obsessed with. I love these characters who we don't know much about because then we can manipulate them into who we want them to be. Enjoy!

Disclaimer:I do not own any characters mentioned or anything to do with Harry Potter. I did however, think of the plot. :) I think.

I prefered to watch rather than jump into the middle of a brawl. That wasn't my style. I prefered stealth over foolhardy bravery and cunning over outright defiance. It was no wonder that I had been placed in Slytherin really. I was not what one would call power-hungry, but I was very ambitious. Sometimes I think it was this desire to succeed, the need to have it all that made me so good at watching- and learning.

They underestimated me. Yes, I was welcomed and included in the group. Appearances were everything to us, but in the privacy of our common room, there was true warmth in our friendship. We were loyal, if only to each other and to a certain degree, we trusted each other. But still, they never really thought of me as the mastermind of the group. But, believe me, I was.

I quietly controlled them. I was a master of manipulation and I took a guilty pride in this. They couldn't see how easily I could take over without anyone noticing. How I plant ideas in their head. And they never knew how easily I could find out their secrets.

I knew of the silly secrets. Daphne Greengrass crushing on that Irish Gryffindor. Blaise Zabini's infidelity when it came to relationships. But, oh, I knew things so much more powerful than that. I knew that on Marcus Flint's left forearm, there was a pretty little mark showing loyalty to a certain Dark Lord. I knew of the disgusting tricks that Crabbe and Goyle liked to play on mudbloods in isolated corridors. But, most importantly, I knew of Draco's secret. The one that was tearing him apart. It was a big thing, to be landed with the responsibility of the assination of a great enemy of the Dark Lord's. It became even bigger, when it became apparent that his and his parents lives were at stake.

I had a feeling that Draco wouldn't be able to carry out this task. For all his beliefs and past actions, one could think that Draco Malfoy was capable of anything. I knew this wasn't true. He was my friend, in a twisted way. He wasn't an ass to his fellow Slytherin's as he was to the other Houses. He was intelligent, articulate and sharp. He never failed to be witty and on some level, he was loyal and trustworthy.

He was not a killer.

I knew that this would not end as the Dark Lord hoped. While I had no doubt that somehow, the Headmaster would end up falling as the Dark Lord wished, but I doubted that it would be in exactly the way he envisioned. I knew.

I looked at the people I could honestly call my friends. Blaise sat flirting with anything that moved. Daphne gossiped in a corner with her sister Astoria and Pansy who was watching a grey-tinged Draco play with an apple. Adrian Pucey was poking a bit of parchment with his wand, no doubt making up Quidditch plays.

Then I caught sight of my reflection and I studied it. Aloof, distant Theodore Nott with thoughtful green eyes. Yes, I was watchful. I would watch Hogwarts and the world outside it change drastically as my friends made their choices in which side to choose. As they decided to follow their own dreams or their parents' and help their school crumble from within. As the Golden Trio and the "good" side began to make their move. As the world as we knew it came crashing down around us.

I smirked suddenly. I would always be watching.

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