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On the 31st of October, 1995, a blond young man in Slytherin robes flew down the halls of the magical Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was running a last errand for his almighty master before the buzz of Halloween settles in the air. He turned sharply on the left and continued down the next corridor. He was heading for a specific place, namely, the mysterious Room of Requirement. He was to set up the place for the knights to use as a hideout. He had to be fast and at the same time, unnoticeable. Therefore, he was very confused when his master had assigned the duty to him of all people. Him! The most noticeable person on campus, the rich and handsome eye-catching Malfoy heir! But then again, his master knew best. And if he didn't, well, he could pack a nasty Cruciatus. Malfoy was as terrified of him as he was awed. He had known of his enormous magical potential since the first day of school! Heck, he had even experienced the product of talent and hard work in the curses sometimes flung at him during the meetings. So far the Knighthood had only had seven meetings, but the magic exchanged at the times was enough to last the poor blonde a lifetime. However, he shared the same goal with his Master, so he couldn't very much abandon him, could he? That, and he wouldn't live to tell the tale if he decided to leave.
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On the 31st of October, 1995, on the most important wizard holiday, Halloween, on the morning feast there sat a mature fifteen-year-old girl. She sat underneath her red and gold house banner which occasionally flashed neon colors, courtesy of the Weasley twins. Personally, she liked the neon purple which flashed right after the neon pink and before the neon blue most. However, that hardly took her attention off the fact that something was changing right under her nose and she couldn't for the life of her understand what. That frightening realization made the young girl's mind swim with possibilities, ranging from a new food menu (which was the least like as she knew the menu inside and out and she would've noticed a change had there been any) to her tormentor changing demeanor (which was the most likely, therefore she had very reluctantly settled on that possibility after a lot of mulling over). Also, she couldn't remember what she had been doing at the end of last month, no matter how hard she tried. And she had the hunch one thing had something to do with the other. Had she been obliviated? Cursed? She didn't know. But she was hereby aware and vigilant.
Her life was in her own hands.
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On the 31st of October, 1995, in the infamous Slytherin dungeons from where it was rumored no foe has ever escaped, the 'Slytherin prince' was waiting for the bang of the festivities which were to happen that same evening. He had everything planned. He was going to swoop in and save the day, like the knight in all those books his mate often read and she was going to fall in love with him, like the damsel in distress. It would be perfect, he was sure.
But he sometimes wondered if he was expecting too much. She hadn't even fully forgiven him yet, and he was pushing that fragile relationship which barely bordered on acquaintances to the limit. Nevertheless, he had no qualms about pulling all the brakes and going all out this last year he had before the monster living inside him resurfaces permanently if it isn't stopped. So, he decided to stop a monster with a monster.
That same evening, he was very pleased when professor Quirrel ran into the Great Hall, screaming "Troll! In the dungeon!" and when the stopped to take a breath, he added, "Thought you ought to know." before fainting and crumpling to the floor.
Tom silently praised his fearful minion for his acting before he noticed his mate discreetly leaving the Great Hall among the chaos which had ensued after the notice.
