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27th December, 2012:
Commentator: Welcome back my muggle and wizarding wannabe friends to our further installment of 'Harry Potter And The Blood Traitor'! Huh. Not entirely sure as to why Anonymius has me introducing this, considering that I don't really do the serious stuff. I mean there is one review but it's already been answered by Anonymius so I'm not entirely sure why I'm here. Unless of course it's because -
Door: KNOCK KNOCK
Commentator: Now who could that be?
(Goes to open the door)
Hen: Bonjour, monseuir.
2nd Hen: Bonjour!
3rd Hen: Bonjour!
Commentator: Ah! Bonjour madmoiseille poule!
Hen: Nous sommes juste ici a desirer te un chanceux Noel!
Commentator: Haw haw haw haw! Et un tres chanceux Noel a te tu!
Sammy: What do Ettins have to do with this?
(The Commentator kicks Sammy away with the back of his foot)
Three Hens: Aurevoir, Monseur Cane!
Commentator: Aurevoir, mon cher francais poule!
(Closes the door)
Professor: Sir. I didn't know you were fluent in Faux Francais!
Commentator: Neither did I, Prof. Neither did I. And without further ado, here's 'The Diary'!
While passing Moaning Myrtle's Toilet, the group heard moaning. Well, louder moaning than usual. They discovered that a book had been thrown in Myrtle's toilet, and it just happened to go through Myrtle's head. It was an old diary, belonging to an Abel Trustend. Harry, Hermione and Darren noted how it was written at the time of the Blood Traitor murders, but to their disappointment, there was nothing written in it. Harry felt strangely drawn to the book, and one night wrote in it. To his surprise, the book wrote back. Harry told him about the re-emergence of the Blood Traitor killings. "Abel" told him how the teachers told them it wasn't true, but he had discovered the one behind the killings. Ashamed that such a thing had happened at the school, the Headmaster at the time covered it up. Harry asked Abel if he could tell him who the Blood Traitor was.
No, said Abel.
But he could show him.
Harry found himself in an office. He realised it must be the Headmaster's office.
"Enter."
There walked in a second year. When Harry got a better look at him, he realised that it was actually a sixth year (It was perhaps his prefect badge that gave him away).
"Ah, Abel, please sit down."
Harry clasped his head. A loud, horrible buzzing sound had suddenly come out of nowhere, although he couldn't see the source. He continued to watch the two figures. Abel Trustend was short for his age, had a thin face and amber eyes, and blond hair thar was deliberately stuck upwards. He had strolled in the headmaster's office like he was a private, with his hands behind his back.
"Now then, I received your letter that you wish to remain at school for the holidays. Is that correct?"
"Yes Sir," Abel nodded, "Is that a problem?"
The Headmaster looked at him as if he was mad.
"My dear boy surely you must understand that as of now it would not be good for you to stay at school, what with all the deaths that have occurred this year!"
Abel raised an eyebrow.
"Sir, you surely don't believe that anyone was behind those tragedies, do you?"
"Of course not! But still, well - it's hard to deny that there's been an awful lot of bad luck this year. Anyway, wouldn't you want to spend time at home?"
Abel looked uncomfortable.
"Things at home haven't been right for years, Sir."
The Headmaster had an understanding look.
"Ah, I see. I believe you live with your godfather, who is a squib. Correct?"
Abel nodded.
"Well then, it's understandable. Him having no magic while you do."
Abel's eyes flashed. Harry had never seen such hatred in somebody's eyes before.
"It has nothing to do with the fact of our magical talent," He said as calmly as he could, although Harry sensed the rage bubbling beneath those words, "During my first year of Hogwarts he was attacked by a group of thugs down at the village. I wanted to know who attacked him, he refused to give names."
"That's understandable. Courts rarely make decisions in favour of squibs."
"Yes, I know."
Harry saw his fist tighten over his wand. He swore that he reddened fist was tightened so much that it would crush his wand.
"Anyway, there may not even be a Hogwarts this summer."
Abel looked alarmed.
"What are do you mean, Sir?" He asked.
The Headmaster had the same guilty look Harry had seen on Hagrid and his dad when they accidentally let slip something they felt they should not have said.
"Well you're bound to find out anyway. There is talk from the board about closing the school down."
Abel looked shocked.
"WHAT? Why? There was no one behind those deaths! It was just bad luck!"
"Even so the board feels that with all the tragedy that has happened to Hogwarts that perhaps it's best to close it down, especially with the suicide of poor Dolohov."
Abel looked like he was panicking.
"Sir, if there was proof of a killer, if he was found, if there was proof that those weren't accidental deaths, would the board change their mind about closing the school?"
The Headmaster laughed.
"And perhaps the Chuddley Cannons will win this year!"
He sighed.
"If only there was a Blood Traitor. That would make things so much easier. No Abel (Harry clutched his head again), there is no point in putting faith in such farfetched ideas."
Abel stood up.
"Very well Sir. Good night."
"Night."
Abel walked out of the office. Harry followed him through the corridors and into Gryffindor tower, and eventually at Harry's own dormitory. Abel walked in. Inside were four boys of Abel's age still up. Two of the boys had red hair (Although one was bigger than the other and he had a beard as well, his hair wavy and having more of a flaming colour). Both were smoking cigarettes. A third boy was -
No.
It couldn't be.
It just couldn't be!
But there was no mistaking it! That round face, those amber eyes, that spiky blond hair that stuck up in all directions! Harry was looking face to face with a sixteen year old Lucas Cessi.
Everyone who knows and loves Quidditch would have heard of Lucas Cessi, whether you loved or hated him. Born and raised in Godric's Hollow, Cessi joined Puddlemere United at the age of twenty-one, and soon proved himself to be the world's greatest seeker. It's said that he was able to catch the Snitch instantly when the game began, and for ten years he played Puddlemere was undefeated, not to mention that England won the Quidditch World Cup twice in a row. Handsome Lucas Cessi was perhaps, and still is, the most popular Quidditch player ever to live (despite allegations of infidelity).
Sadly though, his career was cut short at the beginning of the war, when his clash with Eago led to a loss of an arm and a leg, permanently ending his Quidditch career. Despite no longer being able to play Quidditch or fight, however, Cessi became a journalist for the Daily Prophet, and was well known for his commitment to the truth. By the end of the war, a disagreement with the editor led to his departure of the Prophet, and he wrote for the Quibbler. The fact that it was a paper notorious for its absurd stories by no means ruined his reputation. If anything, it increased the Quibbler's sales, people knowing that the great Quidditch player was writing for the Quibbler, and somewhat damaged the Prophet's reputation. Well, more so than usual. Harry felt himself to be unworthy to be in Cessi's presence, and refused to look straight at him.
"You're still up," Abel pointed out, "I thought you'd be asleep by now."
"I couldn't sleep," Cessi answered , "Where were you?"
"I had to see the Headmaster about something,"
He noticed the two red-haired boys.
"What's that you're doing?" he asked.
"Smoking," The wavy red-haired boy answered.
"- I'm sorry?" Abel asked.
"Smoking," He repeated, "a cigarette. Muggles smoke them. You interested?"
He took the stick out of his mouth, and blew out smoke.
"Try one," He said. Showing a pack, the boy used his wand to levitate one of the cigarettes, light it, and make it float in Abel's direction. Abel grabbed it.
"Stick it in your mouth and breathe."
Abel did so. He suddenly started coughing violently. The two red-haired boys laughed.
"Yeah, it takes some getting used to!"
"I think I'll pass," Abel weakly said, tossing the cigarette back, "Why would you even -? Never mind. I don't need to ask why you the two of you would use that's clearly bad for your health! I've noticed that Luc hasn't joined the fun?"
"Nah, I turned them down," Cessi answered, "I didn't have a good feeling about them."
"Oh come on Luc! Stop being such a wimp and try one! What, you can brave a collapsing tower but you're afraid of a little stick that makes you cough the first couple of times? It's not gonna kill you or anything!" The wavy haired boy said.
Abel pointed at Cessi.
"He's usually right about these sort of things, so I'll go with him."
The red-haired boy reclined on the bed.
"Fine! Be a couple of wimps! I'm surprised you never heard of them, Flash. What, Muggle Studies don't cover cigarettes?"
"I guess they skipped over the death sticks."
Abel got ready for bed.
"So how come you saw the Headmaster?" Cessi asked.
Abel got into bed.
"Oh, I wanted to ask Dippet if I could stay over the summer."
Cessi looked surprised.
"Why? I didn't think things were that bad with your godfather?"
Abel looked uncomfortable.
"Well they're not as good as they used to be."
"So what did he say?" The other red-haired boy asked.
"He said no can do. It's worse than that. There's talk about closing the school."
"WHAT?"
Everyone seemed alarmed at this news.
"Why?" The wavy-haired boy asked.
"Apparently given the recent deaths Hogwarts is no longer a safe place."
"But that's rubbish!" the boy said hotly, "It's Slytherins the Blood Traitor's after! Why are they making it difficult for all of us?"
"Aidan, Dippet doesn't even believe there's a Blood Traitor," Cessi reasoned, "And neither does it seem the board."
"This isn't fair! Just because the Blood Traitor's doing us all a favour and getting rid of the Slytherins!"
"Aidan!" Cessi chided.
"What?" The boy named Aidan shouted, "He is and you know it! Okay, Dan, Apollyon, Ivy, Billy and Aphrodite are all right, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to them, but I bet we'll a lot better without the rest of them! Oh it's all right for some of you! At least you and Damon's got parents who can do magic! My parents are muggles! Oh, Sorry Flash," Dash apologised after seeing Abel flinch, "I forgot you don't like that word. Why is that again?"
"Do you know where the term 'muggle' comes from?" Abel asked him, "It comes from a fifteenth century word 'mug' meaning 'fool'. That is how the Wizarding World views people like your parents, or your mum (He said towards the other red-haired boy named Damon) or even your grandmother Luc, as foolish, idiotic, people who deserve to be kicked around like they don't have feelings!"
He fist clenched again like it did in Dippet's office.
"Yeah, but does 'mortal' sound any better?" Cessi laughed.
"Better than 'muggle'," Abel answered.
"I think some people would disagree with you."
The scene changed. Harry now found himself outside in the sunshine. Abel was strolling towards a large group of laughing students sitting on a hill, being followed by an assortment of teachers. Harry noticed that Lucas Cessi, Aidan and Damon were among them. Judging from their faces, Harry saw that the group were all in the same year, but there was no way they were from the same house.
"So what do you guys want to do after Hogwarts?" Cessi asked the group, "Tara?" He addressed a huge prefect whom, were it not for her chest, Harry would have mistaken for a bloke.
"I want to go into law enforcement," She answered, "I want to be an Auror. But I am not sure if my grades are good enough. I want to help catch criminals."
"No surprises there," Aidan scoffed. Everyone ignored him.
"I always figured that you wanted to be Minister of Magic," Said a male prefect.
"I have thought about it. But I think I prefer to be out there rather than behind a desk."
"Just as well," The prefect smiled, "Because I have aspirations for that desk and I wouldn't want the competition."
"Well you're probably going to get it Hermes," An obese, below average height prefect responded, "Because I also have my eye on that chair."
"So Aidan, what do you want to do?" Cessi asked.
"I'm not so sure. I think I'd like to be an auror. You know, get into some action!"
Damon laughed.
"You probably wouldn't last a day without jinxing your supervisor just because you didn't like the way he spoke to you!"
Most of the group laughed. It seemed that Aidan's rebellious nature was a bottom joke for most of the group.
"Hey shut up!" He shouted, "Or I'll hex the lot of ya!"
By that point the group stopped laughing. Aidan turned around to see that Abel and the teachers had joined them.
"What? What do you want?" Aidan asked vehemently. The teachers didn't say anything.
"All right, I was joking about hexing them, all right?"
None of them still said anything. Abel looked furious.
"What? Why are you glaring at me for?"
"SHUT UP, AIDAN!" Abel roared.
His voice thundered across the pitch, his eyes flashing with rage, that same terrifying rage Harry saw in Dippet's office. He reminded him of Darren when he got angry with Adam and Michael for getting Neville into trouble. A few of them even looked as pale and scared of Abel as were the Slytherins of Darren (One savage looking sixth year, who had looked as if he didn't care for his looks, even squeaked and hid behind a green haired girl). He was even amazed at how many of them didn't look that affected by Abel's outburst. Perhaps they were used to his sort of temper. Aidan especially did not appear humbled.
"Look, will you just tell me what's the matter instead of just shouting at me?" He demanded.
Abel's hands shook.
"How could you, Aidan?" He asked, "How could you do it? I knew that you were by no means the ideal student. You always messed up in class, you vandalised school property, you hexed those who annoyed you or who crossed your path. And as your friend, I admit that I have been a bit lenient towards you. BUT NOT EVEN I EVER THOUGHT YOU WERE CAPABLE OF MURDER!"
Aidan looked puzzled.
"What are you talking about?"
"You'd better confessed to what you have done. Things might go easy for you if you do."
"I'm not confessing to anything I don't know what I've done!"
Abel took out of his pockets several items.
"Here," He said, "Are notes, each addressed to Lestrange and Avery, telling each other to meet in the corridor that leads to Divination, the same corridor that they died in! Strange to have them among your possessions, wouldn't you agree?"
Aidan looked betrayed.
"You looked through my -?"
"And here, is a bottle of some sort of potion! You probably thought that you had used it up, that no one knew what potion it was! Unfortunately for you, there were still traces of the poison inside!"
"I tested it," Said a portly teacher, "It's some sort of poison that imitates the symptoms of Dragon Pox. Gradually, if left unchecked, it would lead to death. Just like poor Nott, wouldn't you agree?"
Aidan looked shocked.
"What are you -?"
"And here is a piece of dragon's spleen. Funny thing about dragon's spleen. If it isn't handled with care, when it makes contact with boiling water and depending on whatever's already in the cauldron it will cause an explosion. Just like the one that killed Rosier and Mulciber. Why would you have a piece of this with you, I wonder?"
"Flash, you can't be saying -"
"And here, is a piece of rope, that matches the one that Dolohov apparently hanged himself with. What were these Aidan? Trophies of your exploits?
"Those weren't accidents, were they Aidan? Or students dabbling in dark magic, or natural illnesses or even suicide! You just made them look like that so no one would know that there was a killer on the loose! You're the one responsible for all those deaths this year, you're the one everyone's been calling the Mudblood, the Gryffindor, THE BLOOD TRAITOR!"
Aidan looked speechless.
"Flash, you can't seriously believe that I killed all those people -?"
"Why not? You said it yourself, that the Blood Traitor was doing us all a favour by getting rid of the Slytherins, didn't you?"
"Flash, if I really was going to kill them, I would have done it first thing in the morning at breakfast and caused the whole table to explode!"
"You're not really helping yourself, you know," The Headmaster replied.
"I'm not the Blood Traitor!"
Aidan laughed.
"None of you believe this, do you?"
He turned around the face his friends. They were speechless, staring at him.
"Do you?"
None of them said anything.
"Sarah, Cassie, Ivy, Dan, Tony, please tell me you don't believe this! Herm -"
He grabbed the prefects wrists, "Please tell me you don't believe this, you know me, I couldn't have done it! Luc, Luc you know I'm not responsible, you of all people -"
"Silence!" The Headmaster shouted.
"Professor, this has to be some mistake," Cessi said, "Aidan couldn't have -"
"Your loyalty to your friend is admirable Lucas, but misplaced. The evidence is clear."
Cessi was lost for words.
"You'll be taken to Azkaban, and tried for your actions."
Aidan looked outraged.
"NEVER!"
BANG.
An explosion went off. Everyone saw a tiger fleeing the scene.
"Stop him!" The Headmaster screamed.
Abel turned into a hawk, and flew after Aidan.
"Stop that murderer!"
Harry felt himself be pulled away from the scene, away from the suspect being apprehended for the heinous crimes. He found himself back in the dormitory. Ron and Darren walked in.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Darren asked.
Harry turned to face them.
"I know who the Blood Traitor is," He said.
