The Fae Prince Chapter 8

Chade was in the process of devouring more sugar than his cousin would be happy with at the Halloween feast when Quirell ran in and stuttered about a troll in the dungeons before passing out. The headmaster ordered everyone to their dormitories and Chade rolled his eyes. He noticed that his cousin shook his head and motioned for the prefects to take the students elsewhere. He of course ignored the prefect and raised his brow at his cousin and glanced at Quierell. The man shook his head and indicated that he would follow the man. Chade allowed Draco to pull him away to follow the prefects but then slipped away.

"Chay!" Draco hissed and followed him. He caught up with him a short while later. "What are you doing?" Chade raised his eyebrow at him.

"Well, I guess we are going troll hunting."

"We?" Draco swallowed as they descended the stairs to the second floor.

"You followed me. So two is we – one is me." Draco blinked in confusion then they burst out running when they heard a scream. The screams were coming from the girls' bathroom. Draco's face was pale with fright but Chade was grinning. "Trolly!" He sang entering the bathroom, however when he saw the troll he frowned. "Bad bad tommy using little trolly, spelly welly turn to jelly!" The troll stopped and looked at him then swayed and collapsed knocking the wall out.

"Chay, what'd you do?" Draco starred at the wrecked bathroom. Both turned to the other end of the room hearing sniffles. Chade glided over, reminding Draco that he could be dangerous. He followed climbing over the broken sinks and lavatories.

"Are you hurt?" Chad asked softly staring down at the bushy haired girl with whom he had shared a boat. The girl nodded cradling her arm. He reached out and frowned at it. He could hear Draco making a racket as he came closer and smirked at the girl. Placing a finger to his lips he created a crystal and allowed it to sink into her wounded arm. She opened then closed her mouth in astonishment – her arm was fine!

"The Labyrinth?" She whispered. He grinned at her.

"You saw that movie too?" She nodded with a grin. He helped her up. "Dray, stop attacking the porcelain it's had enough for one day." He laughed when he saw that the blond had his foot stuck between a broken sink and a toilet bowl. Draco glowered. "Dray, this is Miss Hermione Granger, Gryffindor. Mionie, this is Draco Malfoy." Hermione looked at him in surprise then irritation at the nickname.

"Give in – he could have given you a worse one." She glanced at Draco then sighed.

"You're right. I'm just surprised he remembered my name." Draco shrugged.

"He's a weird one alright. Um, you okay?" She nodded.

"Hey I am right here!" They glanced at him.

"Of course you are." Hermione answered. "Now I'm not sure about you but I don't want to be here when the teachers find that troll – do you?" They glanced at it.

"Chay what did you do to it?" He blinked.

"I turned its brain to jelly." They stared at him. "What? It was the most logical thing to do – the brain is a jellylike substance – I just congealed it and made it sugary. Two differences." Draco shook his head, "Between the troll's brain and the jelly in the pudding I was eating at the feast." Now Draco groaned.

"I don't think I'll ever eat pudding again. Let's get out of here."

"But where?" Asked Hermione.

"The kitchens of course." They both frowned at him. "We need cocoa." They exchanged a confused look and with a shrug followed him.


"Well, after I killed the troll I decided that some nice soothing cocoa was required so we went to the kitchens." They were in the headmaster's office and Chade sat in a chair acting as if it were perfectly normal to be going after trolls.

"And why did you go after the troll?" The headmaster asked. Chade shrugged.

"It sounded like fun. I've been troll hunting before. Three years ago they got into the dwarf mines and Father let me go with Kalijikr and Nplirinan to go and get them out. This one's a baby – only about 16 I'd say. We routed at least ten adults and seven youngsters." Chade shrugged unconcernedly.

"And you Mister Malfoy?"

"I was asking Chade what he thought he was doing and before he answered the others were out of sight – I decided there was safety in numbers as we had no idea where the troll was. We heard the scream and had to do something." He to shrugged nonchalantly – Albus looked like he was having a hard time believing their story.

"And you Miss Granger?" He asked tiredly.

"I missed the feast. I, um, needed to use the restroom and the troll came in and I tried to hide, then I screamed and Chade came in while it was trying to get me and killed it. Then he said we needed cocoa – for our nerves." She related wide eyed. That he decided was the most believable part of the story. He looked over at Severus and Minerva.

"Severus."

"I am unsurprised that Chade decided to have fun wrestling trolls. I got to hear about and see the imprisoned trolls from the hunt to which he refers. I figured that he would scout out the upper levels as you headed to the dungeons – but I expected him to go alone."

"Dray followed me!"

"Because you wouldn't answer me!" Draco retorted. Minerva cleared her throat.

"I learned from Mr. Weasley that Miss Granger had missed the feast. I might also add that I am also unsurprised by Chade's actions." He frowned at his deputy.

"Well it was quite reckless of you to go after trolls so I think that twenty house points will be deducted from Slytherin." Chade raised an eyebrow. "And for saving the life of your fellow student you will be awarded thirty points."


"Sevvie!"

"Not now." Severus growled looking up as Chade bounced into his sitting room. The boy whistled seeing his leg.

"What were you playing with Sevvie?" Severus glared at the boy and pulled his pantleg – or what was left of it - up. "Let me help." Chade frowned down at his cousin's leg – it was torn to the bone. Frowning he poked it and Severus hissed at the pain. He glanced up at his cousin. "Are you going to tell me or shall I go check out the 3rd floor corridor myself? Something tells me it's changed a bit." The man glowered at him as he carefully cleaned the wound. "It's not poisoned – which is good. I'll heal it now." He created a crystal and allowed it to sink into the wound.

"It was a Cerberus." Chade raised an eyebrow. "A Cerberus that that oaf named Fluffy of all things."

"Hagrid has a pet Cerberus and it is living in the castle?" Severus nodded and Chade sighed. "You would think that the Headmaster would be able to keep dangerous things like cerberuses and trolls out of this school for children." He shook his head. "Ech. Don't stress that leg for a while – I healed it but it will be tender."

"Yes Healer." Severus drawled and Chade rolled his eyes and poured two glasses of scotch. His cousin accepted his and rolled his eyes when Chade swallowed half of the other.

"Soo?" Severus tossed back his drink and held out his glass. Chade refilled it.

"Quirell went to the 3rd floor corridor, I followed." Chade nodded. "Why do you act like that makes sense?" Chade rolled his eyes.

"Because we both know that the DADA teacher should have been able to handle a troll – even if he used to teach Muggle studies, that he wasn't actually passed out, and that something has been wrong with him since he got back from Rumania." Chade tossed back the rest of his glass. "So what do you think it means? Don't look at me like that - I know you have suspicions." Severus sighed.

"You're going to try to figure it out whether I tell you or not."

"Severus you do remember what I am, right?"

"Fae. Fine. We guess that the Dark Lord isn't dead. I think that Quirell encountered him on his journeys and is trying to bring him back to life."

"In the third floor. Cousin, you aren't telling everything."

"There are some things I really cannot say." Chade frowned.

"An oath." Severus shrugged, but Chade understood. "Well, I'll just figure out for myself. Don't trouble yourself and stay off that leg!" He skipped out of the room and Severus shook his head and glared at the decanter of scotch sitting out of reach on the table – he really wanted it. Chade was going to cause even more headaches than he had before until he figured out what was going on.

"I won't trouble myself brat – you'll make more than enough." He grumbled as summoned the decanter – after all Chade had said to stay off is leg.