Just a note to you'll, I might start another story just to break through this writer's block

Darco thanked the mediwitch and was cleared out of the hospital wing, the castle was silent at night only Filch and his cat would wonder at this time, the torches that burned to illuminate the school were enchanted to never burn out or need igniting provided ample light, but Draco did not need any light, at first truesight was miraculous in its ability to see past solid matter and magic, but after a few nights being unable to sleep as Draco could simple see past his eye lids he had Sauron make it into an active ability rather than a passive one, as he made his way to the headmaster's office to relay the other part of his plan, on his way he passed a perfect, it was Percy Weasley looking at him with indignation,

"You headed to prof. Dumbledore's office?" he said barely hiding his contempt.

"Yeah" "he seems to sympathize with you, he blames his brothers for your anger towards them, but they're his family and he won't go against them, not for you anyway"

"I'll take you" Percy turned and escorted Draco to the office, he made no attempt at small talk or look back to see if Draco was still following him or even make eye contact the whole way, as they passed Gryffindor tower he heard shuffling and unintelligible speech from behind the portrait.

"The seeds of doubt have been sown all that needs to be done is to keep it watered and feed"

"Marz Bars"

They reached the office, and with a nod Percy left, Draco climbed the stairs and knocked on the door, no one answered so Draco let himself in, only the Phoenix was there and the hat, he thought of how this would be a good opportunity to get a small part of his plan done sooner.

"The old gout won't be here for a while, there are several detection wards in place, but nothing that can hinder us"

Draco walks forward and with a hand on its beak he moves Fawkes' head for him to looks into the red bird's eyes, the bird opens its wings in an attempt at self-defense, but before Fawkes could act any further, Draco focuses all his magic unto his efforts and with a flash of orange light from his eyes, Draco dominates the Phoenix. Fawkes relaxes his body and starts picking on Draco's hand gently.

"Weep for me" Draco takes a vial and places it under the bird's eyes then he fells it to the brim, after which he caps it "I will call upon you again until then act as if this never happened" and the bird went about something its feathers

Moments later the headmaster arrived, he said his greetings and offered candy, then sat at his disk and calmly asked

"What did you see in the forest, Mr. Malfoy?" Albus started, "he suspects that Voldemort had something to do with the explosion in the forest"

"Headmaster, when I entered your office a saw a Pensieve in one of the cabinets, I believe it better for you to actually see my memories" Darco pointed at the cabinet in question, and produced a vial from his pocket, his wand shot up from his sleeve, pressing the tip to his temple he pulled out a silvery strand of memory and placed it into the vial.

"Did Severus teach you how to do that?" Aldus tried to hide the astonishment from reaching his face

"Yes headmaster" Draco places the vail on his disk "his too afraid to try any type of legilimency on you now"

"Mr. Malfoy I would like to clarify my concern towards you before it gets out of hand, Mr. Potter is the heir apparent to the ancient and noble house potter, for you to insult not only him but his father and mother would be seen as a great scandal for you and your house"

"The potters are an inferior family to mine and I will not allow their heir to insult me so openly, nor shall I have Lord Potter abuse his office without any retaliation, but thank you for your concern headmaster" Draco said with a blank expression "that is all I wanted to speak with you about, I wish to rest now headmaster"

Aldus look at the boy, he was different from Lucius and Narcissa, they were Subtle and subdued, always thinking before they acted, perhaps with Severus' backing he feels more brazen than he would normally, he needed more time to know what to do a mistake now would ruin his plans,

"Mr. Malfoy, you will be called upon to further help in this investigation in the near future, but do come to me if you wish to speak about anything, my door is always open"

"Thank you and goodbye sir"

After Draco left and his footsteps can no longer be heard, Albus took the veil of Draco's memory waved his wand in front of the glass cabinet, poured it over the pensieve and immersed himself in the memory

"INCENDIO!"

Draco shouted out at the cloaked figure crouched over an injured unicorn, a massive burst of flame drives away the figure and it flies away, then Draco runs over to the wounded animal and with his second white wand he attempts to heal it, the ground they were on had been flattened and cleared of any debris and red fluid had been splashed about in a circle, wet lumps of red were placed in symmetrically patterns around the forest floor and some kind of white powder had been poured in a perfect circle around the red lines and red wet lumps.

"Vulnera Sanentur"

The unicorn starts to struggle, it steps on the items on the ground which sounded with a wet squish, it stands upright then it trots shakily around Draco as the animal tries to regain his footing and locked eyes with Draco, walking forward he presses his head against Draco's chest and neighs at him, then he hears the deafening explosion somewhere behind Draco, Draco uses black speech and the animal offers his back to Draco, as he mounts it the unicorn runs at full gallop in a singular direction, thundering footsteps is heard as the blaze grows, magical and none magical creatures run away from the fire and pass Draco in their escape, the memory ends with Draco emerging from the forest.

Albus Dumbledore gasps for air taking a few moments to regain himself, he sets at his desk and thinks of how he can use the brewing conflict between the potters and the last Malfoy for his own ends, "but for now I have to find out what Tom has been up to" the headmaster said aloud for no one to hear. Except for his phoenix Fawkes and Draco's numerous wards and charms he is oblivious to.

The house of snakes was a buzz of gossip, the Malfoy name had always been synonymous with prestige and privilege, though owing much of their heritage from marrying into the great houses, their vast wealth came from many past Malfoys hungry to carve out their own names in the history books, from jean cassil Malfoy who killed 50 wizards simultaneously in a duel against an entire clan of battle mages, Taurus Malfoy who created the killing and torturing curses and Matthius Malfoy who traveled to Alaska and brought a treasure trove with him increasing and cementing the Malfoy fortune, as is their reputation for having many enemies, most of which were other noble and ancient families who wanted a piece of the Malfoy pie by either marriage or business proposals but were severely snubbed, others were simply trying to steal the many rare and powerful artifacts housed in the many Malfoy estates dotted around Britain.

Among them were the potters, who were but lowly potioneers and bookkeepers until one of their relatives had enough business savvy to start and expand their now massive fortune by monopolizing on certain ingredients, inventions, materials, and modernizing potioneering to what it is today, a few hard working potters down the line and they had become richer than even the Malfoys, but even so the Malfoys have never intermarried with the Potters no matter how rich or politically powerful they became.

"What do you think will happen now, is he going to duel Lord Potter?" Daphne asked, "Lord Potter is a war veteran and the head of the D.M.L.E."

"He can't fight Draco if he refuses to, but then that would be seen as being cowardly" Blaise replied "there is no way Draco could make this go away"

"His 11, he can't Fight in a duel, besides his godfather would champion for him, wouldn't he?" Lily chimed in and clutching pansy's hand,

"The offending party must duel if the offended party demands it, that is the rule" Theo added feeling a pang of grief in his stomach "it was the house of Potter's honor Draco insulted and since he is only an heir of his house he can't say no"

As they talked and argued the matter further, they heard the dungeon doors opening stone scraping against stone and metal locks moving and turning, a silver head of hair saunters into the common room, the chatter dies completely as Draco had come back from his meeting with Dumbledore, he walked straight to his room his steps were not rushed or lacked, he moved as if nothing was bothering him, all about him the Slytherins watched with wrapped attention holding their breath as they expected to see any sign of exhaustion or anxiety, the only one to confront him was Pansy Parkinson running up to Draco and spinning him to meet her eyes.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking" Parkinson asked, her arms were crossed and her mood was written all over her face, anger "insulting a head of an ancient and noble house, as if it were so easy a thing to do, did you think that there would be no reactions to such a thing?"

"A reaction was exactly what I expected," Darco said without a hint of fear "her infatuation with the potter boy is stronger than we thought"

"What do you think you'll do if Lord potter ever comes storming in and challenges you to a duel?" she grabs Draco's shoulder demanding an answer.

Draco looks all around him, the faces of each member of his house looking down from their positions with focus and anticipation "let's give them a show shall we"

"I kill him" Draco state nonchalantly, "is this what has become of the great houses" Draco stretches his arms out as if questioning the whole house, "trembling at the mere mention of the great lord James Potter, as if he killed the Voldemort himself" some of the Slytherins flinch at the mention of the dark lord "they won? How exactly? Did they challenge the dark lord in a dual and kill him by himself, no! They got lucky," his voice now started to elevate in volume "in her death throes lady Doria potter sacrificed her own life to perform a dark ritual to cover the infant potter with a soul ward, and just like that the killing curse rebound and ended the war, they say they are the light, the heroes and all that is good in the world, LIES!," draco shouted out the last word and the entire dorm flinch like scalded dogs "the victors are the one that decides what the truth is and no one else, how many of you have been bullied or coerced into giving up your beliefs or your pride, I've seen every inch of this castle and the grounds outside, the way it's furnished how well equipped the classrooms are dispait what my godfather has described to me about it used to look like, the sheer amount of galleons that have been put into this place is staggering, it's the same with the ministry and the some of the houses the light own, they're mansions now you know!, where do you think they're getting the funding hhmm?" Draco relaxes his shoulders and lets out a long sigh "ask yourselves one question, just one question, what happens when they have taken all the power form and your so-called heroes let it happen, what then?"

Every Slytherin in the common room was taken aback by Draco's response and stunned into silence, Draco bowed his head and walked to his door and despair into his room without so much another word, the common room erupted into a frenzy of sorts, people speaking and speculating loudly amongst themselves well into the night, but inside Draco merely fell asleep and not caring what tomorrow would bring, "that little nudge I imprinted into their minds ought to steer them to our cause"

At breakfast that morning Draco was beset by his housemates, chief among them were Greengrass, Knott, Zabini, Davis, and Moon, they cornered him in the hallway leading up to the great hall.

"Who do you think you are?" Knott had Draco pressed against the wall with both hands gripping his collar, Draco, on the other hand, did not make any move of resistance, "he will have a better life than what he would have if Potter wins", "perhaps you should trust him more, if he is as good an ally as you remember" Knott continued his tirade"you weren't there when they started taking our property as compensation for all the 'damage we caused in the war', what gives you the right to talk down on us?"

Draco gently raises his hands to Knott's taking each in his and rubbing his thumbs around the back of Knott's hands "I'm going to need your help soon" Draco gave him a small smile "all of you" Knott did not loosen his grip, Draco looks directly at him and Knott looks away shoving Draco one last time before Knott walks out to the Slytherin table, his friends following him while Lily had her arm around his.

"Gods!, you must be the most Gryffindorish Slytherin ever" Blaise said lazily, while standing beside him Tracy leads him away to follow Knott and the others, she had her hand interlacing his fingers in hers "they are so insufferable", "their love seems genuine and strong enough to last", "exactly"

They sat at their table, the Gryffindors were Glaring at him and Slytherins were sneaking glances over him, their head of house also looked concerned as did the other staff, some of the other houses murmured about him

"do you honestly think that you could legitimately duel lord potter to the death, even if you are a veela and the heir to the richest and most prestigious house, you still have limitation," Daphne asked with a raised eyebrow and arm coiling around Draco's "what have you done with your inheritance?"

"I have placed most of my affairs in the capable hands of my godfather and after he consolidate my fortune, I had the mansion rebuilt to accommodate stronger and more complex words to fortify its defenses and expand its capacity for handling any type of assault, magic or otherwise, no dark lord is getting within a mile of that place"

The mood shifted to a grave one, realizing he stepped on a sore topic Draco hastily changes the subject, "Before anything else my godfather wants to invite you guys to a party his throwing at a friend's house this summer" Draco said passing silver coins to each of his inner circle, all of them accepted with curious narrowed eyes and raised eyebrows.

The day came when the Lions would face the snakes, after the tension leading up to the match it felt as if each team were marching to war, the air was thick with rain and the clouds were dark thunder all about them a storm was brewing, the lions having a superior lead in house points had celebrated the night before yesterday, with the Slytherins house points in an abysmal the Gryffindors had their heads and moral held high as they made there entrance for the first time in 12 consecutive years they were no longer the underdogs, after so many years of being defeated now was lions turn, with the-boy-who-lived as their seeker and the new Nimbus 2000 brooms donated by Lord Black they felt unstoppable, even against the rain the Gryffindor stands could be heard as they waved red and gold banners about them, at least until they saw green and silver colors swagger into the field.

The days leading to the match was bleak as death, the Slytherin team had barely won their match against the Ravenclaw team and their chances of success all but plummeted after one of their teammates found out about the new brooms the Gryffindors received were Nimbus 2000s, worse still their seeker Erion Mills was now out of the running and Arimus Poole their captain had graduated last year Talbot was best they could get and he was still green as spring grass, they all seriously thought about quitting, house pride and the prospect of being the team that broke the winning streak was all that kept them whole, but after each member of had returned home for yule break they were surprised to receive a letter and a poorly disguised package waiting for them when they arrive, it was something out of a fairy tale, like when the hero had been broken by their opponent and now walked head bowed in shame away from the fight came upon a sword driven into a stone, the unwrapped their gift as a hero would draw the sword from its stone, the brooms themselves was different from the British design, they were leaner instead of thick and made of black iron instead of wood, the shaft curved much like a horse's neck, golden bands tightly clutched the bicorn mane bristles in a tight ink brush shape, a chill run up their spines when they mounted them, golden runes etched all over the shaft glowed brightly, a weapon made to slay dragons or in this case lions.

When the whistle blew the Slytherins had bolted to their places with as of yet unseen speed and agility, the Gryffindor could hardly believe their eyes, throughout the game the cheer that emanated from the lions side of the field, as well as the badgers and the Hawks, gradually went from deafening screams and shouts to dead silence as the Slytherins air superiority became abundantly clear, 10 minutes passed as their new seeker struggled to find the snitch even with his new broom, the Gryffindor team could do nothing but watch as their efforts were outmaneuvered, outrun and classed by their rivals at every turn, with their brooms granting them faster and smoother movement, their defense were impenetrable and worse their offense was unstoppable, soon enough one frustrated Gryffindor knocked a giggling Slytherin off her broom with an illegal elbow to the back, madam hooch was too distracted by her efforts to keep up with the speed of the slytherins to see it occur, except for everyone else who saw the move and reacted accordingly the cheer from all but the slytherin's stand rocked the field, but it died just as quickly when they all saw the broom race after its rider and catch her mid-fall, the match ended when the Slytherin seeker out ran Harry potter and caught the snitch after twelve menutes of the Slytherins racking up points, it ended with the snakes winning 350 to nothing.

The party in the common room was chaotic, to say the least, they had won and with their remaining house points they could now win the house cup at 466 against the Gryffindors' 460, their winning streak would not be broken and their house would still hold their heads high, fire whiskey and butterbeer flowed like rivers that night all the upper years from the fourth were swimming and some of the lower years went to bed with a lite buzz, as they feasted like Vikings after a raid nearly half the dorm rooms of the upper years were shared that night, as for the lower years they had to be content with the food and some of the butterbeer. Though Blaise and Tracy were absent until morning with smiles on their faces at breakfast.

however, after the match and the party, the Gryffindors began viciously harassing the Slytherins in the halls and around the school, "cheaters!" "slimy snake!", and "bastards" were only some of the nicer ways the Lions took their crushing defeat out on their rivals, couples were broken up by their housemates insistence, vandalism and thief occurred against Slytherin student's property, and fights broke out among the higher years, yet the Slytherins were the only ones that seemed to take the blame or whose side was not taken into account, the head of house Slytherin had her hands full monitoring her snakes, only professors Flitwick, sprout, Burbage, and Sinestra were appalled at the actions of the Gryffindors, though Mr. filch did the bulk of the work keeping the student body in line with his trusty cat, Mr. Filch was among the few that did not side with any house though this stemmed from his equal disdain for all the students instead of fairness like the other professors, even Hagrid helped with the violence that was slowly building within the school. It all reached its crescendo on one Sunday morning.

Argus Filch was now running through a shortcut that leads directly into the 4th floor, as he ran out of the exit he spotted the distinct noise of a fight, he had been frantically told of an incident occurring there by a bushy-haired lion.

"MAKE WAY YOU BASTARDS!" he cut through the shouts and screams of the students there, all of which had red and gold scarfs, "I SAID CLEAR OUT OF THE WAY!" he told the still laughing students.

"IT'S FILCH!, RUN!" one voice implored and the rest scramble like spooked deer, bolting in every which way disparate to not be caught by the caretaker, Filch was knocked down as some of the students tried to run past him and then jump over him as he lies on the floor.

"You little shites" he cursed pulling himself up but all the students had gone not one remained, he might catch at least one if he took another shortcut and beat them to their dorms, then he heard sniveling from the classroom the Gryffindor all ran out from, walking inside the classroom he focused on the source of the sound and it came from over to the corner, all attempts at remembering the faces of the crowd for his report had vanished when he saw what they had gathered around and laughed at "What's this now?" filch reflixably asked the only person who didn't or couldn't run, it was the bloody figure of a boy shaking and crying as he tried to clutched his hands to protect his face and neck, his missing shoes, pulled down pants and torn clothes were stained red with blood mixed with tears, his hands and torso were covered in bruises and open wounds, his weeping did not stop and it echoed throughout the empty classroom he was in.

The news spread like wildfire all over the school by the afternoon everyone knew that Talbot the Slytherin seeker himself was cornered by some Gryffindors and was beaten so badly that he had to be taken to the medical wing and was bedridden for the remainder of the year.

One night a few days after Talbot's attack, Ron grabbed Hermione's arm and spun her around while they were in the common room thinking he would shame her for going against the house.

"IT WAS YOU! WASN'T IT, TRAITOR!" Ron pointed his finger at her, breaking the somber mood and catching the attention of the whole common room "SHE RATTED US OUT TO FILCH!

SLAP! The sound reverberated around the room and shocked all who heard, Ron's face was now marred with a tiny red hand print.

"It was you who attacked that boy wasn't it!" her voice was low and subdued but dripped venom "are you so weak that you had to get a posse of you degenerate friends to attack one boy, you disgust me, how dare you bring the rest us down to your level just because your too lazy to study and too much of a coward to fight your own battles alone, I didn't lose our house points, you did!, you and your stupid friends are what lost us all our house points!" she drew her wand and pressed it below Ron's chin, "get bloody hell out of my sight, you stupid, self-centered git"

Ron's eyes flared up, he reached for his wand but he was already on the ground, pain shooting up from his back. "EXPELLIARMUS!" He heard echoing in his ear as he stumbles to the ground all the way across the other side of the room.

"what's going on here?" Percy's voice was made clearer by the ghostly-quite common room, all the inhabitants were shocked at what just transpired, Percy reached Hermione first, thinking she was to blame.

"Don't touch me" Hermione slapped Percy's hand away "you were one of them weren't you, some perfect you are letting your brothers run amok, now look at what they did" she coldly stated leaving Percy stunned silent, she turned around and Hermione walked up to her dorm room without another word, no Gryffindor impeded her ascent and the night went on.

After hearing Filch recount what he found Mcgonagall was angry at the incident and in a feat of rage she reduced the gryffindor house points from 460 points to 0 that very night and a curfew was established, no Gryffindor would be allowed past 7 pm anywhere no exceptions, the lions' harassments stop after that, but the damage had been done, the letters were sent and the articles were printed, Reta Skeeta had a field day with the letters and reports that flooded in her office by angry parents and concerned citizens, she added to the hysteria and kept it going for longer, it was mostly how the headmaster was biased against the slytherins and his age was now steadily becoming a problem, how he had allowed the gryffindor's values and standards to drop so low and so far, ands how he had alienated the purebloods with his inaction and apparent neglect of his duties, his political position, and popularity suffered for that, he could not restore his beloved gryffindor's house points without proving skeeta and the rest of the rabble right, and so the house of lions dug their own grave too deep for them to climb out.

Dumbledore's troubles did not end there, Quirrell's death had brought up concerns about the safety of the students as well as the teachers, the trust Albus had fostered had taken a massive blow, to make matters worse as a result of the curfew the 'golden duo' did not have any chance of retrieving the stone, when he went to chick on it none of Aldus' wards were triggered but as he chick the stone itself, what he found instead was a transfigured note that said simply "let this mystery keeps you up at night, old man"

But they were all of them deceived, for in every room, every wall, and every corridor Draco had caked them all with compulsion charms, he would first plant ideas in the minds of certain students, mostly Slytherins and Gryffindors that would react to the compulsion charms as they went about their day, the reaction would give them a small push to act on those ideas, those he did not plant ideas into were not affected by the charms he set, it was easier than visiting three or four students every night and making the changes himself, the most common of those ideas were for the Gryffindors to antagonize the Slytherins, as for the Slytherins themselves they were compelled to strive harder in their school work and seek out fellowship with the other houses particularly with the Ravenclaw, Sauron told him that "knowledge needed ambition to give it function and ambition needed knowledge to give it form"

At the leaving feast at the end of the school year the hall was eerily silent only faint sound of murmurs were heard, the banners on the ceiling was blue indicating that Ravenclaw had won the house cup, but the claws did not celebrate such an empty win nor did they seem slightly happy about it, they had won merely by default, when the food had appeared on the table everyone began to eat quietly, soft clinking of silverware and plates was heard throughout the hall but no load conversation, every single slytherin was present at feast felling out the table completely except for two seats, but to the surprise of the rest of the student body they did not eat, food was presented in front of every Slytherin as well as their head of house seated at the head table, they merely rested their hands on the table, the Gryffindors were the first to notice this and continued to eat quietly, there heads bowed in shame and defeat, everyone except Hermione who also did not eat, even the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs who were the only houses that did not participate in the incidents now bowed their heads, they had heard of the attack on the slytherin seeker that prompted the state of the Gryffindor house points and the fact that the slytherins were now refusing to eat at the feast, perhaps it was a sign of their dissatisfaction at the light punishment handed down by their head of house, after a few menutes they wondered what the snakes were waiting for, were they staging a peaceful protest or were they waiting for some kind of apology from the Gryffindors or the staff, Moments later the answer had arrived, Lawrence Talbot of slytherin house was being escorted by a silver haired boy to his table, he did not appear injured but still he walked with a slight limp, the slytherin seeker walked over to the slytherin table nervously fidgeting all the way, as they reached the table all the Slytherins stood up from there seat and shifted to one side to make room for Talbot and Draco, they all looked at Talbot morosely for a moment before they sat back down, hermione chanced a glance at Draco, and sees him give a small smile at her then Draco looked back to his meal, then the house of Snake began to eat and the mood in the great hall lighten somewhat, when hermione heading to the gryffindor table earlier she walked passed Harry and Neville and seated herself beside Lavender and Parvati who also quietly waited with the Slytherins as well, Harry and Neville looked at each other guilt written across their faces, they had actively participated in the harassment of the Slytherins despite hermione's numeros warnings.

"Aren't you going to eat with your friends?" lavender whispered to Hermione hoping no one heard her as the rest feasted quietly.

"I don't make friends with bullies" was all Hermione said not bothering to look up from her meal,

After most of the student body was now finished with their meal the headmaster believed everyone had finished eating he stood up and announced,

"Ladies and gentlemen since we have been fed and watered, it is time to award this years house cup" clearing his throat the headmaster flourished his wand "congratulations Ravenclaw!" very few claps were heard from the few that tried to cheer, some from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff most from Gryffindor but none came from the Slytherins.

In the morning the students left for home they shuffled to there designated cabins and tried to settle in, there was no real indication of where Slytherin side was or any real border that divided any of the houses in the many compartment in the train, everyone sort of sat with their own kind and so each of the students generally followed each other wherever the rest of their own gathered, but one bushy haired girl had come early once again and seated herself away from the Gryffindors far in the back of the train, unbenounced to her she was now occupying one of the cabins that the Slytherins generally gravitate to, she took out a book and started to read, it was a book her parents sent her via their owl 'hooters', hermione's father had thought himself cliver for that one because she and her mother did not get why he started laughing and refused to tell them about it, the book was titled 'The Court of the Crimson King by Lord Xenophilius Lovegood' she always started on the first page, her mother had told her "never read what inspired the author or why he wrote it, if you like the book enough to read the acknowledgments then it a good book but if it's not you can always read another of their books without becoming bais from the first one of there's you read" and she started at the first page,

30 miles north of the siberian alps, on the morning of june 1st 1986 my team had arrived at a small village some miles outside our destination, apparition was too much of a risk, Boris kortov our expert curse breaker uncovered deadly apparition traps scattered all over the alps so we had to go there the old fashion way, the cold was worse than we had imagined but we had somewhat prepared for that, even with our coats were enchanted to be comfortably warm, still the cold was merciless and so we sought refuge from the local tavern as there were no rooms for rent anywhere in the town as the barkeep had told us, so we asked if we could stay the night in side the tavern and resupply in the morning to continued our venture, at first the barkeep was welcoming offering free board for the night even going so far as cooking for us a fine dinner for the night, we wholeheartedly accepted the offer and more than wholeheartedly accept the feast brought before us, in the morning all of the towns people within the tavern the night before had offered vegetables, fruits, salted fish, smoked meats, coffee beans, salt, and all manner of traveling equipment we would have told them that being wizards we were more than capable of preserving the foods they sold us but noting that all of them were muggles and would not be as kind if they knew our nature we bought everything they offered and went on our way, they were more than helpful as they carried our many supplies to wagons we also bought but after they inquired as to our destination there moods went sour the locals were adamant that we turn back and wipe the memory of the place from our minds, to such a extent that most started to beg some of my companions not to go or turn back, in the end we had to sedate all of them to continue our expedition, we could not use our magic as Kortov had warned us so we used muggle weapons to clear a path, I had the men leave a sizeable purse behind as an apology to the townsfolk best not to make even more enemies than we already had.

We were 20 in all including myself, 10 were bodyguards former Aurors who've all seen combat in their carriers, 5 were curse breakers and 3 were midi witches, each of them were all battle hardened from the Ronnisianwar of 1971-1979, if they survived that awful conflict then they have my respect, and lastly my godson….

at that moment she heard a knock on the door.

"May I set with you?" she heard a familiar voice from the door, she looks up from her book and saw the image of Draco Malfoy standing with his trunk in his hand, he wore the same shirt he wore the first time she saw him, but now with black jeans, black shoes, the same gold watch he had always worn, the red ring and a smirk.

"Shouldn't your Be with the rest of your friends?" she said just above a whisper, she felt a knot inside her stomach "she seems to feel ashamed of what had happened to you and it being the fault of her former friends"

"I've been with them all year long" Draco held his trunk with both hands in front of him, "I thought I would spend the rest of this trip with you" his voice carried no malice and he stood there like a dog waiting to be invited in the house.

Hermione gestured to the seat in front of her with her chin, and Draco smiled a tiny smile and sat down levitating his trunk up into the overhand compartment, he sat down in front of her and Hermione noticed that the room had filled with the scent of pine, it soothe her senses and lightened her mood she wondered if he had always worn that scent, the silence was broken when Draco spoke.

"I was wondering if you would come to a party my godfather if throwing at a friend's house in a few weeks?"

"I thought you hated me?" she said not looking up from her book trying to putting up an air of superiority to hide her insecurities and embarrassment, she closed the book and

"I don't anymore if it's alright with you I'd like to start over" Draco leans into his knees with his elbows

"What kind of party?" she put the book away into her bag.

streams of green-clad students walked past the cabin among them were Draco's clique composed entirely of Slytherins, they briefly stop at the door but continued on when Draco winked at Theo, Theo getting the hint pushes the rest of the group past the compartment.

"It's picnic party similar to a barbecue, so you wouldn't need to fuss over what to wear, my Godfather likes to have them to celebrate with his friends, colleagues and their families as well you could bring your parents and I would pick you up myself"

"Why me? I've seen the way you look at me before…. I did help with some of the bullyings at first…. you don't even know me"

"I want to know you" Draco produced a silver coin "would you like to Know me?"

Hermione hesitantly picked up the coin from his hand, Draco's hand felt like leather but warm to the touch "what is this" she said spinning it in her hand. It was slightly bigger than any coin she ever held and it had a symbol on it that she never saw before, it looked like an eye but the slit of a pupil appeared as a humanoid figure.

"A portkey to anywhere you've been before, well, you'd have to have been there with the coin to actually portkey back there"

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