A/N: Update update! Finally! I've been wanting to write this for ages, but I had no time to do so. It's quite long, in my opinion, longer than any other chapter in this fic, that is. A warning, though, there's a swear word somewhere. Well, folks, enjoy and don't forget to R&R!

"Alright, don't forget your homework, two rolls of parchment, to be handed in next meeting," Blaise announced to his First Year class. This was met with groans of frustration.

"But Sir, that's tomorrow!" exclaimed Bonnie Thomas from the back of the room.

"Failure to comply with the deadline means a T," Blaise interjected. "You were saying, Miss Thomas?"

"Nothing, Sir," Bonnie mumbled in reply.

"Are there any more questions?" Blaise asked. No one answered; they were all glaring hard at him. Blaise pretended not to see anything. "Well then, dismissed!"

Grumbling, the students fixed their things and left the room. Blaise proceeded to stacking the parchments on his desk, his back turned to the door. He didn't notice someone lagged behind, glancing at the door every few minutes. Finally, three heads appeared in the doorframe, peeking inside the room.

"What the bloody hell took you so long?" Poseidon hissed, nearing the three.

"Sorry, Don, Weasley dismissed us late," Hades explained.

"Oh, well, come on then," Poseidon ushered them inside.

"Hey Uncle Blaise," Apollo called out. Blaise turned around to see Draco's children approaching him. He waved at them and gave them a small smile.

"Hey," he greeted. "What are you all doing here?"

"Well, you see, Uncle Blaise, we need to ask you something," Artemis said.

"About?"

"It's something important," Hades said.

Blaise looked at the four and raised an eyebrow. What are they up to this time? he thought to himself.

"Alright then, follow me to my office."

Blaise's office was a simple one; the desk was there, a fireplace on the wall, a couch for the guests, and there were shelves filled with books regarding Dark Arts Defenses and the Dark Arts itself. The four sat on the couch as Blaise settled himself on his armchair.

"So, what is this all about?" he asked.

The children shared looks, as if prompting the other to say what it was. Blaise watched them for a few seconds before rolling his eyes.

"Well? Are you going to tell me anything at all?" Blaise asked again.

"Oh, alright, I'll say it," Hades said exasperatedly, glaring at the others. "Well, you see, Uncle Blaise…" He proceeded to tell him a brief summary of what Poseidon saw. "And we wanted to ask you… well, we've been meaning to ask you what is it exactly Professor Parkinson did to father? We've never seen him that angry before, or at least Poseidon hasn't," he added as an afterthought, suddenly remembering that they shouldn't have seen Poseidon's memory at all.

"Well," Blaise started. "I'm sorry but I can't help you with that because as you-"

"But Uncle Blaise-"

"Surely you can tell us-"

"Just a bit, please-"

"Please, Uncle Blaise-"

Blaise raised a hand to quiet them down. Apollo opened to say something more, but decided against it and leaned on the couch, arms crossed over his chest. He looked at them for a short while before continuing.

"As I was saying a while ago, I can't help you with that. You know your father trusts me with his secrets, and I do not intend to break that trust. Furthermore, it is not my business, so I will not say anything. Why don't you just ask him?"

Apollo scoffed. "As if he tells us anything. Don't you think we tried, Uncle Blaise?"

"We've tried a dozen times to get something from his Hogwarts days out of him," Hades said. "But he just avoids the subject."

Artemis nodded. "That's why we asked you, Uncle Blaise, but you wouldn't tell us as well."

"Father said they never got on well," Poseidon said quietly. "But why wouldn't they when he even got along with the Death Eaters in Slytherin then?"

"Just forget what you saw, Poseidon," Blaise said. "And the same goes for you three. Your father will tell you everything when he sees that the time is right. He will tell you when you're mature enough to understand."

"But what about you? You told Elise and Elliot everything about your past," countered Apollo. "It's so unfair."

"You have to understand what situation your father is in. I told my children anything because I knew they would easily understand me and why I did those things. Your father, on the other hand, has experienced things far greater and far worse than I have. Perhaps until now, he's still having a hard time coping with it. He will tell you when he is ready and when he is sure you will understand him."

The children exchanged a look again. Blaise inwardly laughed at their stubbornness. They really are Malfoys, he thought. As stubborn as their father is. He stood up from his seat and made to the door.

"Let's go to dinner, you lot," Blaise said. "Don't let those things get to your head just yet. There'll be a time for that. Now come on, I'm starving. And don't forget the assignment I gave you, Poseidon, you're not excused."

Poseidon groaned as he and the others stood up and followed Blaise out the door. He had almost forgotten about that bloody homework. This is going to be a long night…

Pansy watched as her students tried to perform the spell they were learning today. Some were trying so hard to do it but simply can't (reminded her of Longbottom), but there were others who managed to do it effortlessly. She focused on Apollo and Artemis Malfoy. They waved their wands carelessly while saying the incantation, but they still managed to perform it correctly. They are so like their father, getting high grades without really making an effort, she thought and she suddenly remembered what had happened a few weeks ago. She shrugged it off her mind and approached Charlie Weasley.

"Stop, stop," Pansy said as he held his hand. "You're doing it the wrong way. Here, let me show you." She demonstrated once again how the handwork was. She wondered how exactly she ended up as a teacher. Back in her Hogwarts days, no one would've imagined that she would be teaching here. She was awakened from her stupor when someone knocked on the door.

"Pansy?" Blaise peered into the room.

"What is it?"

"May I have a word, just for a short while?"

"Of course," Pansy nodded, then turned to her class. "Continue practicing the spell I asked you to practice. Behave, alright?" She got murmurs of "yes" for an answer and she stepped outside the room.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Erm… Lupin asked me to inform everyone that we will be having a meeting tonight at the faculty room," Blaise said.

"And?"

"Can't I keep anything from you now?"

"It's quite obvious, you know. So spill."

"Alright. Draco's son saw what happened between you and Draco a few weeks back," Blaise started. Pansy let out a gasp. "I know, so this is what I really want to tell you. If they ever ask you anything, just answer you can't help them. If they find something out, Draco's going to kill me. So, for the love of Merlin and Morgana and for all our sakes, please don't tell them anything."

Pansy's eyes hardened at this. "Don't worry, I won't tell them anything. I don't intend to."

Their conversation was cut short by shouts coming from the classroom. Pansy and Blaise shared a look first before rushing into the room to find out what happened.

"Continue the spell I asked you to practice. Behave, alright?" Professor Parkinson said to the class.

Apollo and Artemis both muttered a "yes" before going back to the spell they were trying to do. It can be found on the last pages of their book, which isn't exactly what they were discussing right now, but who said they couldn't do advance studies?

"Congrats, Artemis, you're out of the Infirmary."

The twins looked up to see Clarence Finnegan smirking at them. They shared a look before nodding in agreement. He is so going down.

"Why, thank you for noticing, Finnegan," Artemis said mock-sweetly. "I really must thank you, for if I remember correctly, you were the reason I was there in the first place."

"Don't forget that you still owe us, Finnegan," Apollo said through gritted teeth.

"I don't owe anything from the sons and daughter of a Death Eater," Clarence hissed.

Apollo looked at him venomously, his grey eyes flickering with rage. "What did you say?" he said in a low, dangerous voice.

Artemis tried to stop him as he walked towards Clarence, but he slapped her hand away. He stopped walking when he was finally standing in front of him.

"Clarence, that's enough," Lillian said, placing a hand on Clarence's arm. He shrugged her hand away as well and dared take a step closer to Apollo.

"No, Lillian, I will show this Death Eater spawn how people like him should be treated."

"How dare you," Apollo hissed. "How dare you call my father a Death Eater! FUCK YOU!"

He threw a punch straight at Clarence's nose. He smirked as he heard a crack. Clarence lunged at him and hit him on the jaw. They were now rolling on the floor, one trying to strangle the other to death. It took six people, three on each, to tear them apart.

"You have no right to call my father a Death Eater, do you hear me, Finnegan? You don't know him!" Apollo shouted as Artemis tried to hold him back. Do you? Do you know your own father, Apollo? He shrugged the thought off and focused on Finnegan.

"Once a Malfoy, always a Malfoy, isn't it Apollo?" Clarence shouted back. Apollo tried to lunge at him again but a voice stopped him from doing so.

"What in Merlin's name is going on in here?"

The whole room suddenly grew quiet as Professor Parkinson strode into the room, wand in hand. The others immediately gave way for her to come through to where Apollo and Clarence are.

"Can anyone please tell me what this ruckus is all about?" Professor Parkinson asked.

"Professor," It was Lillian who spoke. "It was all Clarence's fault. Artemis and Apollo were minding their own business when Clarence started taunting them. He also insulted their father by calling him a-"

"A what, Miss Potter?"

Lillian hesitated for a second. "A-a Death Eater, Professor. He also called them Death Eater spawns. Apollo's reaction was only natural, in my opinion."

Apollo stood there frozen, mouth hanging. Has Lillian just defended him? Now there's an improvement. He saw Professor Zabini standing by the door, observing the whole scene. Professor Parkinson looked at Lillian, then Clarence and Apollo before breathing deeply.

"Would you also say the same to me, Mr. Finnegan," Professor Parkinson said quietly. "If I told you that my parents were Death Eaters?"

"No, Professor," Clarence mumbled almost incoherently.

"Because they were."

Several people gasped. Apollo and Artemis looked at each other in disbelief. Clarence stiffened at the revelation. Professor Parkinson looked at their faces, all bearing different reactions.

"My parents were Death eaters. Now, would you classify me as a Death Eater as well? Here, roll up my sleeves, Mr. Finnegan," she said, extending her arms to Clarence. Hands shaking, Clarence obliged and rolled up her sleeves. Nothing. Her arms were pale, but blank. There was no Dark Mark.

"Do not judge anyone based on their parents' actions," she said, arranging her sleeves. "I am not a Death Eater, although my parents were. The same is true with Mr. Malfoy's father; his parents may have been Death Eaters, but it didn't mean that he had to follow in their footsteps. And I agree with Miss Potter, his reaction was completely natural.

"Twenty points will be deducted from each of you, for assault," The Slytherins looked at Blaise, telling him to stop her, but he merely shook his head. "I think ten more from Slytherin for Mr. Malfoy's use of very colorful words, and thirty more from Gryffindor for the insult."

"But Professor-" Clarence made to protest but Pansy raised a hand to silence him.

"If you have any problems with the deductions, Mr. Finnegan, approach your Head of House. I will talk to her. I also suggest that you take Remedial History of Magic, seeing as you clearly haven't learned anything from Professor Binns." Then, turning to the rest of the class, she said, "You're running late for your next class. Dismissed."

Students slowly shuffled around the room, gathering their things and heading for the door. Clarence was rooted to the ground for a few minutes, before he noticed that only a few students were left. He slung his bag on his shoulders and left in a huff.

Pansy watched him as he left. Blaise bowed his head slightly before leaving the room as well, closing the door behind him as he did. Pansy collapsed on a nearby chair, releasing an exhausted sigh. What a lesson that was.

Apollo and Artemis related the whole incident to Hades. Poseidon was missing again, probably researching at the library. Hades looked positively livid when they ended.

"He said that?" Hades hissed, glaring at the back of Clarence's head. "He dared say that after what he did to Arty? You should've finished him off when you had the chance, Apollo."

"Hades!" Artemis admonished. "And you're supposed to be the mature one. It's a good thing Professor Parkinson arrived before they strangled each other to death."

"About that," Hades suddenly said. "She said her parents were Death Eaters too, right?" The other two nodded. "Then Grandfather and Grandmother must've known her parents."

"Yeah, which doesn't add up to what Father told us," Apollo said.

Artemis was about to say something when Poseidon came rushing to them. He took his usual seat beside Hades and tried to catch his breath.

"What happened to you?" Apollo asked.

"I have something to show you," Poseidon said, standing up again. "Follow me!" He had taken off again. The three raised their eyebrows at him before following him.

Poseidon had led them to the library, but when they arrived, he was already inside. They looked around and saw him seated on a table.

"Poseidon, what is this all about?" Hades asked.

"It's with Lillian," Poseidon said, motioning to Lillian and Adele Weasley, who were seated a few spaces away from him. They were pointing to a book they were reading, giggling as they turned the pages. Apollo made his way to them but Hades stopped him.

"Maybe I should do it," Hades offered. "She wouldn't hand it over if you asked her."

"Fine," Apollo grumbled.

Hades walked to where Lillian and Adele were seated and cleared his throat to get their attention. They both looked up, and Lillian's face suddenly turned as red as her hair.

"Erm, hi," he said awkwardly. "I was wondering if I could borrow the book you're reading."

"O-of course," Lillian stammered, handing the book to him.

"Thanks," Hades said, giving them a small smile and walking back to where his siblings were.

"I have it."

"Good," Poseidon said, grabbing the book from his hand. "By the way, I heard about what happened in your Charms class, Arty. Don't worry, he will pay for it. Very dearly."

"Yeah, he's such a bastard-"

Apollo stepped away from his siblings and casually made his way to where Lillian and Adele were. He had his back turned to them, pretending to read a book, but he was really trying to listen in on their conversation.

"D'you think he noticed me blush?" Lillian whispered.

"No, I don't think so," Adele replied. "If he did, he didn't react, so it's okay. Your secret's not out of the bag yet."

"I couldn't stop myself from blushing, especially when he smiled, it was so-"

Apollo made his way back to his siblings, knowing full well that if he could only see her, she would've been swooning. Swooning over Hades. She likes Hades, Apollo thought to himself. Your secret is so out of the bag, Lillian.

"Where were you?" Poseidon asked.

"Just having a look around," Apollo mumbled.

"Anyway," Poseidon interjected. "Here it is." He showed them a page of the book. It was a book containing articles about the Second War. The article in question was about their father. They read the specific page, and were shocked by its content:

Draco Malfoy is the leader of the House of Slytherin. Although he was the only son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, who were both known Death Eaters, he went against their beliefs and led the Slytherin Rebellion, a band of Slytherins who fought with the side of Light. Together with Pansy Parkinson, they were called the "Royalties of Slytherin". Rumors were that they had been together from Yule Ball in their Fourth Year until Miss Parkinson disappeared during the conclusion of the Second War. Turn to page 14 for more…

They needn't read more, it gave them all the information they needed. The four ran out of the library and into a certain room on the Seventh Floor…