/Dumbledore's Point of View/
The feast came to an end without further incident, straight after I sent everyone to bed I called Shadow and Liam to see me in my office.
/Flashback/
As I entered my office with the two boys in tow, I felt an instant connection form between Liam and Fawkes, maybe because they are both Phoenix?
"Welcome boys, I know you are both meant to be third years" I began "But what I want to know is where you have been these part two years"
Looking quite nervous, Liam replied "We have been to a number of magical schools in the past two years, all of them exiled us because of our abilities, many view them as dark, or evil"
"Why would they view them as dark?" I asked, confused, 'what abilities could two thirteen year old boys have that could be viewed as dark?' I asked myself.
"Well, Liam has total control over the fire element and can create it at will. As for me? I'm dead, so I've got control over the dead and undead" Shadow informed me.
"You're dead!" I exclaimed, horrified.
"Yes, at age four I was beaten to death by my father, but somehow I managed to not only inhabit my body again, but also, thanks to a ritual Liam found, could use my ghost abilities in my human body, the only downside is that I can no longer leave my body" Shadow replied.
"I see, I will think about this, you two go to bed, I will see you two tomorrow morning" I dismissed them as they got up to leave.
/End flashback/
So here I sit, thinking just how to manipulate these two.
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/Liam's Point of View/
Liam walked into the Slytherin common room, with a frown he noticed the time on an expensive looking clock, it showed 10pm.
The common room wasn't anything to look at, leather couches, green and silver hangings and banners, books filled with evil spells and potions, the whole place was dim and gloomy.
Liam just sat down in-front of the fire, before he heard a scratchily annoying voice from behind him "So, hot head, thought you'd show off by upstaging the sorting ceremony? You're new here so I will let it slide for now, luckily for you I can show you some off the right people to hang around with, people better then that stupid ghost b.."
Liam cut him off, without looking back he replied "What, like you lot of inbred bigots who live off daddy's money? Not likely rich boy"
"Don't take that tone with me bird boy! I'll get my father on y.." Yet again he was cut off "You can't touch me bozo, as far as threats go he won't stand a chance against me"
Draco couldn't even blink before he found himself stuck to the wall, he looked around to see what happened to find himself stuck to the wall by a playing card sticking out of his robes' hood.
Crabbe and Goyle looked on dumbly at the speed of the new kid, they moved to help Malfoy, but before they could touch him they heard something said from behind them in a dangerous tone "Help him and I wonder how long you will survive without your legs"
The two goons ran up the stairs as fast as their legs could carry them, they stopped at their door to hear a scream coming from down below, so they checked it out.
They saw Malfoy burning his hand, trying to pull out the playing card, it looked like fire.
Liam walked up the stairs to his dorm, just before he opened his door he clicked his fingers and the card flew up into his hand, leaving Malfoy wondering just what the hell had just happened...
