A punishment for those who tell the truth

After his little "conversation" with the assassin the pale boy stormed in to his room slamming the door, mumbling something. He was furious. He couldn't wait for the next day, just to have the chance to tell her a piece of his mind. To hell with her. To hell with all of them. If she thinks that she will get away with it that easily she was completely wrong. He laid on his bed. Of course, he intended to do this after he had a good night rest. Which he absolutely needed, but did not get. That rage of his was far too big to let him sleep at all. He turned many times, breathed out like he had just let down the weight of the entire world, and tried to bore himself until he started to fall asleep. It didn't work. He got out of bed and started walking in to the room. Damn it. Not even his rivalry with Potter has made him so upset that he could not sleep at night. And it lasted for years. And how long was she here? An hour? This was not good. Not good at all.

Morning

He couldn't wait for this victorious moment. The moment when he will get his hands on her and rip her limb to limb in front of the whole school. He certainly couldn't think of anything else. He waited and waited... And waited. Nothing. She didn't came to the one class he had with her.,she didn't even had breakfast. She probably knew he was after her. That bitch was probably wetting her pants right now. So this plan failed. But he was pretty persistent. Malfoys always get what they want. So he made another plan. He would walk in the hallways between classes and all of his free time just so he could ran in to her. And then there will be blood. He smirked at the thought and hurried to get to his next class.

Miss Iona on the other hand hadn't slept better in her life. And she was quite well rested. I mean after Dumbledore sent those two after her she didn't had much choice. However she got up before Hermione, dressed up and went downstairs.

- Miss Iona may we have a word in my office? - she heard the long bearded man. She stood there for a moment or two. She was rather hungry, but at least she could eat privately afterwards, while all the other students are at class.

-Yes. - she said with that cold , emotionless tone of hers she always had.

They started walking towards the office as they bumped in to professor Snape. Even do he never showed emotions she could feel the unease as he stopped in front of her.

-Ah, this is professor Snape, he will be teaching you Potions this year. And this is miss Iona, the new student I told you about. - the old man introduced. The both of them just looked blankly at one another, in an emotionless way only those two understood.

- So it seems. - the professor finally said.

- We were going to my office, to have a conversation. - the old man said.

- I see.

- Maybe you could join us?

- I have other things I need to take care of.

- Oh well then. Carry on with your work. - the old man finally said. They gave each other another emotionless stare, a little nod, and carried on walking until they reached the office. The old man sat down.

- Miss Iona, sit down. - the old man said, as the girl interrogated the office. Sitting down was not in her plan. She moved around and watched at the many things that were in the office, making sure that she won't miss any of them. She was very good with details.

- Um, very well then. I know that the environment in Hogwarts is much different than the ones in which you spent your whole life. There isn't much information about you, or your life. To be true we weren't even sure you really existed. Maybe you could share some details about your life?

- Like what? - the girl asked calmly as she touched one of the objects on the table. The contraption was most interesting. She leaned closer to have a better look. Amazing.

- Well, you can maybe tell me about your family? - the man interrupted her observation of the object.

- Dead. - she said and continued watching with amusement at the object. She could sense that he wanted to ask more questions but didn't wanted to be rude.

- My real mother died at birth. I was adopted. Step parents died. - she said while trying to make the object work but in such a careful manner like it was going to attack her or something.

- But the level of skills you have requires learning and tutoring by a very skilled wizard. And I also did a little investigation. It seems that your step parents were muggles.

- Yes. I was tutored by my grandfather.

- And he is?

- Dead.

- I don't suppose it was a natural death? - the man said with curiosity reeking from his voice, as he waited for couple of moments to pass so he can have his answer, tension running up with every second.

- He gave his life so I can have some piece in my head. - the girl turned to face him.

- I am deeply sorry for the tragedy that occurred to you. However, maybe you can tell me something more about him? Something by which you remember him?

- He was a proud and skilled wizard. I remember him as such. - she turned to watch the books in the bookshelf.

- I see. Well I can't help but question, when you came in here you didn't tried to escape, but you were running away and hiding for almost a year. Why is that?

- It was amusing to test my skills.. - she said as she took one of the books out.

- May I take this? - the man closely observed everything she did.

- Why yes, yes of course. - he said standing up going towards her.

- And your friend, Malfoy?

- Not a friend. And what about him? - she asked somehow changing her constant cold, emotionless tone in to somehow clearly irritated by the question.

- So you two don't get along very well?

- I think you asked enough questions. - she said cutting him in to his thought. - Who, besides professor Snape is aware of my identity?

- Nobody, and I suggest since this Ministry madness is getting out of hand, the others to remain ignorant. I believe it's for the best for all of us.

- Off course. Well than, may I go and have breakfast?

- Yes, we wouldn't want you to starve to death now, would we? - she looked at him, noded and started walking towards the door.

- On and miss Iona?

- Yes professor?

- Maybe you should take this pen you seemed to like so much. Nothing gets pass through you , does it now? - he said passing her the pen.

- Thank you. - she mumbled and went out of the room.

After finishing breakfast, and looking through the book she just took, she realized that she should go to classes. After all this was a school, even do she knew everything that there was to know about magic thanks to her tutor. She gave it another thought and went walking in to the hallway trying to catch the third class, since she missed the other two. She stopped as she watched Hermione standing behind a boy with glasses, accompanied by a red haired boy rather angry, as he watched Malfoy approaching them with his entourage. She continued walking towards them.

Malfoy on the other hand was completely unaware of her presence, so he put his whole attention to the boy in front of him as he approached the trio.

- I'm surprised the Ministry's still letting you walk around free, Potter. You better enjoy it while you can. I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it. - he said walking right pass him facing miss Iona. The boy with glasses wanted to punch him but was stopped by the red haired boy who told him something quietly. They turned around as they watched the scene. Malfoy and that new girl. They looked at each other until Malfoy attacked her.

- Oh look what we have here. Apparently you will have company Potter. After my father is done with you, you bloody assassin, you will root in Azkaban for the rest of your life. - he said smirking as he approached the girl.
The trio somehow, wanted to defend her. How could he be so vile and attack the poor girl like that? What had she done to him? That bloody git. The girl on the other hand didn't look angry or frustrated. She just approached close enough to him, so only he could hear her.

- You're lucky your father isn't already there, after what he did. I'd be very careful if I'd were in his place. - she whispered to him and stepped back. She watched the fury in his eyes as she said it, but continued anyway.

- And you certainly should apologize to your friend over there. After all you were rather rude to him and his company. - The trio looked at her shocked. Was she out of her mind talking like that to Malfoy? Defending his mortal enemies, and his rival? I mean it's logical for them to defend her from him, since they have known him for four years, and they were more. And she was all alone, she just got here and confronted him in such way that she looked like she didn't had a care in the world. Oh this was going to be bad. The girl wanted to continue walking down the hallway but he caught her hand, forcing her to face him once again. The boy was shocked and confused. But most importantly he was furious.

- Don't you dare talk like that about my father. And don't you dare tell me what to do or not to do. You bloody assassin, you have no right to talk to me like that. If anybody should be there it should be you. After all they did brought you like a prisoner here. Maybe you were born there? - the boys around him laughed at his comment.

- Had a nice life with your family of assassins? Maybe sometimes you would show us the cell in which you were raised? Don't worry if you're feeling a little homesick, it won't be long after my father will bring you back where you belong. - he said as he let down her hand rather satisfied at the humiliation she just experienced. She on the other hand didn't show any emotion on her face.

- Maybe I should go there. - she said coldly and everybody stared confused at her. On dear God. He crushed her. The trio wanted to help but she continued talking.

- After all I did one of the biggest crimes of all time.

- And what may that be? - he asked curiously.

- I wasted five minutes of my life saving your worthless life, when I could have had a nice lunch. - she said tearing him limb to limb with every word she spoke.

- Why you little...

- Mister Malfoy, I couldn't care less what your father will or will not do in the future. - she cut him in the middle of his sentence. She started walking towards him, pinning him to the wall behind him.

- What will you do, now? - she asked him, as she coldly looked at his eyes.

- What is going on here? - they heard the voice of professor Umbrige. She backed off of him.

- She was threatening me professor. She said she was going to kill me. She already tried once. - he said watching her closely.

- You lying ba... - she heard Hermione before she was cut off in her words by the professor.

- Is that true miss Iona? And why weren't you in my class today?

- I was having a conversation with professor Dumbledore.

- I see. He was probably telling you about this school, and classes...

- Actually no... And he lies.

- Why would he lie for such a thing?

- Why would the Ministry doubt that Voldermort is back?

The whole hallway went silent as she spoke of his name so freely. And she her face was still showing no emotions when actually she really was nervous. She saves somebody's life and bam there she is interrogated and accused of trying to kill the person she saved. And not to mention that idiot setting her up like this.

- That's it miss Iona. Detention. You will be joining mister Potter tonight. - the woman practically screamed the words out full with frustration and anger. She gave her a piece of paper and addressed to the other students.
-Go to your classes. There is nothing to see here.

Hermione, the red-headed boy and the boy with glasses just watched at her. They couldn't believe what they just saw. That girl sure had guts. And furthermore it seemed that she was aware of the Dark Lord's presence. She was obviously smarter and more dangerous than she appeared to be. Appearances do lie, don't they? Maybe they should stay away from her... But she did defended them... They didn't know what to think at this point. They were beyond confused right now.
Iona on the other hand was somehow thrilled with herself. She liked the way the witch reacted to her words. I believe we could call this a work in progress. She thought to herself. After all she didn't plan this. But it sure was fun to drive that witch to the edge, not that she would show her enjoying. She gave her one of her cold glares, turned around and started walking towards her classroom.

- I suggest miss Granger you and your little friend to go to your class, unless you want to join us in detention.

- No, of course not. - Hermione and the red-haired boy said together and started walking behind Iona. Hermione started to rush so she could catch her and have a word with her, but she was too fast and slipped away. Never mind that, she will talk with her in to their room. Privately.
There's more than she shows. She must know something since she reacted like that. And the way that ferret reacted... I have never seen him react like that, to be so upset over somebody, not even to Harry.

- Hermione what are you thinking about?- the redhead asked after two minutes of silence.

- Nothing, Ron. - she said somehow coldly and rushed in to the classroom.