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Chapter 10
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I was terrified all the next day from You-Know-Who's threats. However, during breakfast, I sat with Harry, Draco, Hermione, and her boyfriend Ron. The Weasley had been desperate to keep close to his lover, and thus switched Houses with her when she found out her heritage. It was pretty common to change Houses these days, though one could only do so once in their entire Hogwarts career.
"Hey, we should start a band," suggested Harry.
Hermione raised her eyebrows skeptically. "Where did this idea come from?"
Harry shrugged. "It's a bit boring around here, and it'll be nice to get some more publicity."
Ron snorted. "As if you need more attention."
Draco smirked. "Shut up, Weasley. Potter, that sounds like a terrific idea. Are all five of us in the band?"
Everyone nodded, but Harry said, "We need a bass voice. And sorry, but my voice doesn't really go that low."
"I hate to admit it, but neither does mine," Draco said. "Who else could we invite?"
"Hagrid!" Ron said.
Harry looked at him, then sighed. "I'm sure he'll agree if we ask him."
"Good that we got that out of the way. But what shall we name it?" Draco said.
"Bloody Gothic Rose 666?" I suggested cheerfully.
Hermione stared at me. "Um, Ebony, no. If we must form this band, then we ought to ensure that it gives off a professional vibe."
Harry sighed. "I can't think of anything."
"Alright, how 'bout Triple-HERD?" Ron said.
"… That sounds like we're a band that herds three sheep," drawled Draco.
"Git," Ron grumbled. "It stands for our names. Three H's—Hermione, Harry, and Hagrid. E for Ebony, R for me, and D for Draco."
Hermione nodded thoughtfully. "It's not spectacular, but it's better than Bloody Gothic Rose 666."
"Hey!" I protested.
"Anyway, first we need to compose and write music," said Draco. "Shall we have band practice after breakfast? Slytherin has a free period then."
"We can practice in our dorm," added Harry. "Draco, Ron, and I share it. I'll go tell Hagrid about this now."
I grinned. "Sounds like a plan!"
After breakfast, we met up in the boys' dorm. Hagrid joined us as well. The boys were composing the music whilst Hermione and I were writing the lyrics. When we were finished, we would compare and make modifications.
While I was thinking of lyrics, my mind drifted to You-Know-Who and his threats again. Suddenly, as my worry and panic increased and increased, I couldn't take it anymore and burst into tears.
"Ebony!" Hermione said in shock. "Are you okay?"
I sniffled. "I guess… I didn't tell anyone this, but yesterday, after I ran off into the Forbidden Forest, You-Know-Who found me. He told me to kill Harry, and if I don't, then You-Know-Who will kill Draco."
"Oh, Ebony," Hermione said softly, and conjured up a tissue to wipe my face.
"Ebony…" a voice growled dangerously from behind me. I turned around and was met face-to-face with Draco. "Why the hell didn't you tell me, Ebony? How could you?"
I began tearing up again. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't want to alarm anybody."
"I prefer honesty over soft-heartedness," snarled Draco. Then he sighed. "I'm going out for a walk. I need to think." Then he left the room.
I stared after him, then slowly turned toward the others. They were watching me, eyes wide in surprise.
"Ebony, is everything okay?" Hermione asked softly.
I smiled weakly. "Yep. Of course. Don't worry."
Harry walked up to me and patted my shoulder. "If you love Draco that much, I give you permission to kill me."
I gasped. "Harry!" When he began grinning, I found myself smiling—a real smile—as well.
"Tha's the spirit," Hagrid said. "I'll talk ter Dumbledore for yeh later. He'll come up with a solution, I bet. Let's con'inue composin' for a bit. I'm sure Draco will come 'round." Ron nodded in agreement beside him.
I smiled up at the large man. "Okay, Hagrid. Thanks."
The five of us continued to work. After an hour, however, Professor Dumbledore suddenly walked in. He looked quite worried, which was rare.
"Ah, Albus! I wan' ter tell yeh 'bout somethin'," Hagrid started, but the Headmaster shook his head.
"Later, Rubeus," Professor Dumbledore said. His face was stern. "This matter is urgent. Have you five, by chance, recently interacted with Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yeah." Ron nodded. "We decided to make a band and were working on some music after breakfast. But he left an hour ago. Why?"
Professor Dumbledore's voice was grave. "Nobody, except for you, has seen him since breakfast time. Ms. Parkinson informed me of his absence. He is not to be found anywhere in this school."
"What?" A feeling of cold spread throughout my body.
"It is apparent, from his lack of presence, that Mr. Malfoy is missing."
