Somewhere Over The Rainbow


Oi! So, the thirteenth chapter is done. Half way through it, I was having a hard time. But after this chapter you'll find things will get more interesting...Especially since the flash back plot has really started ;P. Thanks for the reviews, faves, alerts, etc, and those who voted on the poll, which will be up until I start writing that scene. So if you haven't voted, please do!

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AudioIrrelevance: Yes, I like giving my protagonists a little bit of sueness. It keeps them interesting. A lot of authors do that (:

Crimson Solitude of the Moon: Hehe, yeah, that's why I don't like people skipping the flashbacks. When I say they're important, I really do mean that. Especially the one that is coming up in this chapter.

RANDOM FACT:
For those of you who don't understand French, Bastian's wine in the previous chapter, Coeur De Pierre means Heart Of Stone. This wine symbolizes Tom Riddle, as he's more or less a man made out of stone, and his heart is impenetrable. However, the wine itself resembles pumpkin juice, which also symbolizes Tom Riddle. As Tom seems like a normal bright student at Hogwarts (Pumpkin Juice) he's actually a murderer and a psycho path (The strong burning liquor). And like Evangeline, who drank the wine without knowing what it was, people seem to drink Tom in without knowing who he really is until they get too close to him.


CHAPTER TWELVE.
Down He Goes

I woke up groggy, with a dry mouth, and a team of construction workers building a village on my head. I groaned, hand shooting up to my forehead. Worst. Hangover. Ever. I didn't even remember getting to the dorm last night. The last thing I can remember was dancing with Iris, and snapping my fingers rather rudely in Riddle's face. I shifted onto my back, but realized the ceiling I was looking up at wasn't the canopy of my bed. In fact, I wasn't even sleeping on a mattress. Nor was there light coming from anywhere. When I looked around, I come to notice that I was in a broom closet. I wouldn't be as surprised that I passed out in here, but when I sat up, and a curious blanket that was laying on me fell from my chest, my face blanched. I was bare chested. I lifted the blanket above my legs. Nothing. Bare. Nude. I looked over to the left of me, and immediately saw a fan of red hair and a pale bare muscular back.

Fuck. My. Life.

I clutched the blanket I'm guessing was conjured up last night, as well as the pillow that our heads were laying on, then looked at the slumbering Slytherin next to me. This was possibly giving me a much larger headache than I woke up with. Great, the first time I get laid in the last two or three years and I don't even remember it. And it was with a seventeen year old. What the hell. Then a sack full of bricks hit me with a sudden realization... I highly doubted we used any protection, if there was really any wizarding protection against pregnancies. Maybe there was an equivalent to birth control in the Infirmary. With that in mind, I straightened up, and looked around for my dress and found it sprawled on a shelf next to my clutch, and conveniently next to a pair of sheer scissors. When I spotted them, I quickly looked back at Lestrange and his full head of hair. This was my chance. I grabbed the scissors, and then gently grabbed a few strands of his hair. But when I did that he grumbled and flopped on his back. I shut my eyes tight as if to receive a blow, but when I found it silent with the exception of his heavy breathing I opened one eye to see Lestrange still snoozing. I took notice of the little scratch marks along his collarbone and wondered if I caused that last night. No matter. I took the long strands and raised the large scissors and snipped away. A large burden on my shoulders lifted when I grasped the ruby strands of victory in my palm. Lestrange stirred in his sleep and I quickly put the sheers on shelf and shoved the hair in my clutch. It was just in time when the Slytherin pulled his arm over me and boldly cupped a bare appendage on my chest, making me look down at his hand with discontent. The urge to slap him builded up inside of me rather quickly, but I decided against it.

I didn't want to be caught naked with Lestrange in a broom closet, but I had no qualms with someone finding him naked, alone, in a broom closet. So I gently plucked his wrist using my index finger and thumb, put it on his thigh, and then stood up. The fist thing I went to look for was my underwear, and I saw it, right next to Lestrange's slumbering face. Tossing my head to the ceiling in exasperation, I tried to manouver myself over his body, and pull the black fabric slowly and gently from underneath his head, pausing only for a moment when he snorted in his sleep, and then flipped onto his stomach, making it easier for me to pull my underwear from underneath him. Putting them on was even harder, especially since we were in a cramped room that smelt like soap, grease, and stale water. I bunched up my nylons, grabbed my shoes, and tucked my clutch under my arm, and then went to turn the knob slowly and quietly after I had slipped on my dress. Once there was enough room to wedge myself out of the door, I took it and nearly ran my ass down the first hallway I saw. When I passed by a window, I looked outside, and the sun was just rising. It must be only 5 in the morning, which surprised me, since with the hang over I had, I suspected that I would still be asleep, but no matter.

I made my way in the direction of the Hospital Wing, hoping that if there was anyone there they would be passed out. I slipped through the large doors and saw all the cots empty. Thank Merlin. I made a beeline towards the room that Madam Lambert goes for the potions and other medical supplies. When I got in, it was dark, naturally, so I lit up my wand and was met by shelves and shelves of potions. I groaned. Though it was in alphabetical order, so I went to the P's for pain killers, but when I didn't see them, I suspected it was because Wizards labeled their medical potions differently. However, before I could move away from the P's, a potion caught my eye. "Pregnancy Stopper", immediately I pulled it off the shelf and read the back. 'Take one spoon full after intercourse', pretty simple, nothing like pills where you had to take them every day at the exact same time. I stole a spoon from the sink and poured the pink liquid onto it, and without a second thought gulped it down and was pleasantly surprised that it tasted like strawberries and grapes. I wondered at that moment, why exactly the school had this potion if this was a decade of class. Certainly not many students ask for this potion, so it must be the professors. A sudden image of Dumbledore getting down and dirty with Dippet reached my mind, and I nearly vomited the potion back up. So I went to the H's, hoping to see something for Headache. I did, and was slightly surprised that these were in pill form, however, instead of instructions on how much to take, it said to put my thumb on this red spot on the bottle. I did, and within seconds, the instructions changed, "For your headache, take approximately 3 tablets." Well, that was conveniently helpful.

I turned around and exited the medicine room, only to jump out of my skin when someone was directly behind the door looking up at me curiously. "Who are you?" I asked, startled by the random girl's random appearance. I noticed the blue and black robes, but didn't remember her from any of my classes. I then registered her shockingly blond hair, watery wide blue eyes and the alabaster of her skin. Scrunching up my face, I tilted my head to the side, "Luna?"

"Luna?" She asked, her voice airy. "That's a nice name... But no, I'm Aurora," She stuck out a hand, her fingernails painted both pastel blue and pink, "Aurora Dunham."

I looked at her hand, as if it was going to explode, but took it anyway. I was far too spooked at the uncanny resemblance this woman had to the Lady Gaga of Hogwarts. "Evangeline Bennett," at the mention of my name, she beamed. "Oh, yes, I've heard of you! You're plenty talked about. And I know your brother... Hector, right?" I nodded, and she continued, "Yes, I don't believe he's quite fond of me; he looks at me like I'm quite daft."

"You serious?" I gave her a look, "That bastard."

"Oh, no, I'm very much used to it. Not many of my housemates approve of me anyway," she smiled, clearing my tensed muscles, but I still bared in mind to kick my brother's ass for being an asshole. "I also overheard your plan?"

"...What plan?" I tried to look innocent with that, but inside my head I was screaming. How did she find out about operation Knock Riddle Off Of His High Thestral?

"About how you're trying to get close to Riddle, hoping to be able to melt that ice heart of his," She said nonchalantly. "But you should know, many girls have tried that before, and all have failed. But I think you will do fine."

My mind was in a flurry of thoughts, wondering what the hell Aurora was talking about, and how she found out about it. "Who told you that?"

"I overheard it," she repeated, "From your brother. He was speaking to the seventh year Prefect...Daniel Polak I believe his name is."

Daniel? If my brother opened up what I told him on the train on the first Hogsmede trip to Daniel...then...What Daniel knows, Tom knows, which means... Tom Riddle knows (way to be obvious). And that's why he stopped being my tutor and was avoiding me, because he didn't want my plan to succeed. But it seemed that he given that thought up when he saw I wasn't trying anymore. But still... "That four-eyed twat," I muttered under my breath enough for Airy Aurora not to hear. Sighing, I put my hands on my hips, but then found that too aggressive so I let them down at my sides, "Well, I'm not doing that plan anymore... I don't think Riddle likes me very much anyway," I walked out of the medicine room, forgetting why I went in there in the first place, or why Aurora was even in the Hospital this early. Aurora followed me over to a cot, "Oh, that's not true!" I gave her an unbelieving look; was she blind? I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be logical. "I've seen him with you sometime. He doesn't act the same way around you than he does with other Gryffindors."

"What do you mean?" I hug my clutch to my stomach and look at her oddly.

"Well," he looked up at the nearest window in thought, "He doesn't approve of most Gryffindors. Mostly just ignores their presence, even if they're particularly bright. He likes bright people, I've noticed, that's why I see him around my house too... But I've noticed... that with you, he seems...more alert, but at ease. Do you follow?" I gave her an odd look that confirmed that I wasn't following. "I've been observing Mr. Riddle since my first year. He doesn't get close to many people, even to his friend Daniel Peacock. He's very distant, and tends to keep his thoughts to himself, so you can't very well tell that he's being himself."

"Because he's wearing a mask," I added.

Aurora nodded, "Yes, exactly. But since you've arrived at the school, I've noticed changes, albeit small. Before you, he had his anger in check, and never let his emotions take the best of him. And he was mostly in the Library, even during meals, and rarely people saw him unless it was for a special event or holiday. But now...He seems more...open about his emotions."

"Open?" I asked skeptically.

Aurora smiled sideways, "In his own way. And he's been attending meals lately. Usually there is no reason for him, but I find that...he does have a reason." Her brows rose to further hint where she was going with this speech. Then she added, rather nonchalantly, "And I heard Daniel Ponock talking to our Head Girl how Riddle can't seem to stop talking about you."

That obviously drew my attention, because then I knew that Tom was thinking about other things rather than Horcruxes, murder, large snakes, and homework. Which means that my original plan was sort-of working. As long as his interests were directed to something other than that, it meant he would be focusing on me rather than killing people, and I'm happy. Or at least, that's what I think I'm happy about. I may be happy about the fact that he's actually thinking about me, but that couldn't be very logical... Or right.

"What does he say?"

She shrugged, "That you're annoying, impulsive, stupidly careless, revolting, and that your hair smells." My heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second. And then as if sensing this, Aurora went on. "But he also said that you are the only individual that he finds to be interesting enough to be worth considering. I suppose that's a compliment."

I snorted, "Yeah, I guess. But how is it that you know all this?"

She shrugged, "I like to watch people. I like to listen to people. I realize it's in invasion of privacy, but I find people's stories to be fascinating, don't you?"

"I suppose," I replied uncertainly. At least she valued the importance of eavesdropping, even though she does it just so she could listen. I stood up from the cot, getting ready to leave before Madam Lambert finds us. Aurora took this as a hint, "Well, it was nice meeting you, Miss Evangeline Bennett. But I believe I bothered you long enough... Happy Thanksgiving," she bounced off to leave, but I caught her just in time. "Hold on, I thought we were going to talk some more?" She blinked at me with those wide watery eyes very much confused, "You want to talk some more?" she asked as if to confirm what I said. I nodded, and a smile broke out on her face, "No one ever wants to talk to me. They don't really understand when I do."

I scoffed, "That's because they cannot fathom your genius. Come, let's go outside," I linked my arm with hers to her delight and then we exited the Hospital Wing. I momentarily forgot who I woke up with, and where, and the fact that I desperately needed a shower. But that could wait. The magical headache pills were working their magical purpose, and within the minute I was talking with Aurora it had gone away.

"So tell me, Aurora... What are you doing up this early?" I asked, making conversation as we went through the court yard rather than the main entrance. She looked up at me with a content smile that reminded me so much of Luna Lovegood. Everything about her did.

"I sleep walk, you see," She said, which just reminded me further. Suspiciously further. Was I walking with Luna's grandmother? "I often find myself in odd places, with sore bare feet."

"Then you should wear your shoes to bed," I told her.

With a tilt of her head, she nodded, "That's a good idea, Miss Evangeline Bennett. I think I may just do that. But may I ask, why are you up this early? In an evening dress?"

"Erm," I looked down at my dress. It was gross looking. It was wrinkled, for one thing, had dust particles from being on the floor and on the shelf, and questionable stains... I should really change. "Well, I was at a party."

"Slughorn's," Aurora added, and I nodded.

"And well... it seemed that I got into some heavy liquor and found myself this morning in a broom closet," I told half of the truth, seeing as I rather not mention that I was-

"With a boy?" She looked at me curiously, and I looked at her like her hair turned into tentacles. At my gaping mouth, she continued to add, "That's why you were in Madam Bettie Lambert's medicine room, right? To use the Pregnancy Stopper?"

"How did you-"

"You're not the only one. Girls, especially here, take in high regard their dignity, and what is proper, so they would never admit to this. I often see them sneak in there to use it themselves. You shouldn't be ashamed. It's a natural act of being human," she said it so easily that I thought maybe she was from the future too. Sex wasn't something people talked freely about in this decade. It was like Pon Farr to Vulcans.

When we got to a suitable spot outside, we sat and chatted. Aurora was rather philosophical in her own odd way. For example, she had different theories of the professors here. She thought Professor Slughorn was actually a slug with legs, because, and I quote, "It's impossible for any human being to have a behind that bulbous and crease-free." She thought Professor Donohoe lived up to her last name, and was a hoe, but not in those words exactly; she believed that the Charm teacher had slept with at least 4 male staff members. Then, she said she believed that Professor Sarkozy was over 500 years old, because she seemed to know anything and everything there is to know about history, more so than Professor Binns. Who, by the way, Aurora thought he died from being bored to death by his own lectures when he was alive. This made me laugh in agreement. And lastly, she believed that Dumbledore had to be a descendant of Merlin. From the sketches and paintings she had seen in books, she told me, the two wizards looked remarkably alike. I wouldn't doubt if they were, actually.

It had to be at least 7 O'clock, and I wanted to fit in a shower and a change before people woke up, specifically before a red-headed Slytherin in a closet, the Head Boy, and my Astronomy tutor. So I excused myself from Aurora, informing her I might not end up seeing her at breakfast because I'd probably fall asleep once I reach my dorm room. On my way up the staircase, I thought about my recent achievement of obtaining the hairs from Lestrange's pretty little head. When shall I do this? Perhaps during Thanksgiving dinner. It was likely that no one would be in the Slytherin common room, but then there was the issue of not knowing the Slytherin password. I suppose, as Lestrange, I could ask someone. Then how would I get rid of the real Lestrange? I doubt he was stupid enough to fall for floating muffins. Maybe I could somehow trick him into eating something...Something sensual. A strawberry? Wine? I could always take him just before the Thanksgiving dinner for a "quickie" and give him the tainted wine. Which meant that I'd have to take another trip to the Hospital Wing for a sleeping draught. Growling at this sudden realization, I spun my heal and ran back down the stairs, and back into the hospital wing. No one was there still, so, I went straight back into the closet, made a beeline to the S's, and found the Sleeping droughts I needed. Once I had one, I put it in my clutch and sprinted back into the staircase, but when I got to a familiar corridor, I came to a screeching halt and hid behind a suit of armor. Lestrange was out of the closet. He put on his dress robes, which were undone at the front and nearly falling off his frame, his hair was a mess, but he didn't seem to mind that. He looked slightly dejected, probably because when he woke up this morning, he woke up alone. But at the moment, he wasn't alone, someone stood in front of him, arms crossed, with wide shoulders and black hair that reached them. He was a large male, and I don't think I've seen him before in my classes.

"I didn't think they would let you back in," Lestrange said, combing his hair back over his head. The larger male rose and the let his broad shoulders fall, and replied in a thick Scottish accent, "I only 'ave a year left. And all I did was use one lil hex on someone for self defence."

"You hexed a muggle," the red head pointed out, with a slight smile on his lips. "Hardly threatening."

"Does'n ma'er now, I'm back. I just had probation for the last two months. I'm seventeen now, I can do wha'eva the fuck I want."

"You're lucky your mother is shagging the Minister of Magic," Lestrange leaned against the brick of the wall.

"An' the rest of the Ministry of Magic," the black-haired one added, a bit of sick humour in his voice as if he was proud that his mom was a tramp. "Speakin' of shaggin', who's the lass ya have there in that closet?"

"There is no girl," Lestrange answered quite bitterly.

"Bullocks."

Dimitri rolled his eyes, "There was a girl, but not anymore. We shagged in there, and fell asleep. She must have woken up before me."

"And left before ya? Blimey, most girls want to...cuddle right after. She's a keeper this one," the stranger had a grin in his voice.

"She's a Gryffindor," Lestrange deadpanned, and expected his friend's predictable reaction.

"A Gryffindork? Are you mad? Y'know they carry diseases like... Bravery, honesty, and self sacrifice... And other equally nauseatin' things. Please tell me ya were moroculous," his large shoulders slumped.

"No, I wasn't. She was though. Rosier had her drinking from his wine collection," before he could continue, the dark haired companion interrupted.

"Wha'the bleein' hell are ya blokes fraternizin' with Gryffindorks for? Did somethin' hap'n while I was away?"

"Sort of. Though this girl is not like any Gryffindor I haven't met... She has a certain charm," when he said that, I felt my cheeks heat up. Well, at least I now know my body didn't disgust him while we shagged.

"I'll believe it when I see it,"

"You will, Walden," the red head pulled himself off of the wall and the two began to shuffle in the opposite direction. "Tomorrow, during class. But we have business after..." their voices trailed away as they walked where I couldn't hear them any longer. I pulled myself from behind the suit of armour, and then waited a few minutes before going back into my dorm.


January 7th, 2006

Evangeline was standing outside of the house, a cigarette to her lips, smoking her fifth one that night. It was almost midnight, and mother was not back yet. The kids were already in bed, and Evan would have tried to get some sleep herself, but she couldn't fall asleep. She kept on picturing Lizzie in her mind, and the few times she seen her before. Unlike mother, Lizzie was impulsive, and often times getting herself into deep trouble. Unlike Katherine, she didn't settle down or had any kids. And they suppose, it was her reckless behavior that was going to kill her.

Suddenly, Evan heard a bounding of footsteps as they made their way down the stairs and then flung their body onto the door. When it open, Evan found herself staring at her youngest brother, Basil, who had watery eyes, and from the noise coming from inside, the oldest Bennett figured something happened.

"Something's wrong with Iris," he breathed, tear streaked face. Immediately Evangeline threw down her cigarette onto the floor, stepped on it and ran inside with the boy trailing behind her. When she reached the bedroom she shared with Iris, she spotted Hector trying to hold her down onto the carpeted floor. She was thrashing back and forth, screaming with her eyes firmly shut. "What happened?" Evan asked, coming next to him and put a hand on Iris' sweaty forehead.

"I-I don't know," Hector replied, looking just as sickly as the thrashing girl he tried to hold still. "I just heard her screaming, and when I came, she fell off her bunk. Is she dying?"

Evangeline furrowed her brow at the condition of her sister, her eyes were firmly shut, and her mouth wide as she screamed. It didn't look like she was having a seizure, but just a really bad dream. Though this never had happened before. "No," she answered after a while. Being sixteen, she didn't know whether or not she should wake her up. She didn't study medical programs at her school, or really paid any attention in biology except for sex ed. Iris' head was burning hot, probably from the screaming she was doing. Hector still pinned her down, so Evan went to open her eyelids, and found that she had no irises, they had rolled back into her head.

Then, her lips began to move, shouting out words that were clearly not the English language. "The King's heir will acquire a bride; should she leave him, the lives of hundreds of innocent beings will be sacrificed on her behalf." It felt like the warmth in the room drained, and Hector and Evan both shared a look. The oldest saw already enough exorcist movies to realize speaking in a dead language wasn't a very good sign. Especially if it was coming out of the mouth of an eleven year old that could barely speak English as her first language. "Go get the phone," she told Hector, and immediately he pulled himself up and ran down the stairs. Iris began to slap her arms around and kick her legs, so Evan took her brother's spot and held down her arms to her sides, and sat down on her legs.

Evan couldn't call an ambulance. It wasn't like she was injuring herself, right? And they would only poke needles into her skin and do examinations on her that weren't needed. And then they would put her into a crazy hospital... It sounded like she needed a priest with holy water, but Evangeline was an Athiest, like the rest of the family. To call a priest wouldn't be logical. Eventually she heard footsteps running up the stairs, but there was another pair of feet coming up, heavier and louder. Instead of seeing Hector with the phone when he reached the girls' room, it was both him and their father. It seemed like he got home just now.

"What happened?" He asked, and did the same routine that Evangeline had did. She recited Hector's story, and then her own.

"Did she say anything?" He asked, checking the pace of her heart.

"Uh, yes..." The eldest daughter answered, unsure.

"Well?" He looked at her, slightly impatiently. "What did she say?"

"I don't know! It was in Latin or something!" Evan threw up her arms, wishing that she had gone to the party.

Robert muttered under his breath and then reached into his work bag, and shifted through plastic bags and bottles until he pulled out a thin bottle with a cork holding in the contents. He popped it off and shoved it into the blonde's mouth, then shutting her jaw over it so she would sputter it out, and tilted her head foreword so she wouldn't choke. As soon as the liquid past her throat, the thrashing died down, and her closed eyes fluttered, but eased it's tight hold. Once Iris calmed down and began to seem as if she was sleeping, everyone began to calm down. Hector, Basil, and Evan all looked at their father, but only the latter said anything. "What was that?"

Rob looked down at his hands, and wiped the back of his hand on his sweaty forehead, "Something that she inherited from my side of the family." Was all he said, before putting away the suspicious medicine. "Take your brothers down stairs and watch some TV. I'll take care of her."

The three filed out on orders, however the teenager lingered behind peering through the crack of the door as her father pulled up Iris so she was sitting up. Her eyes fluttered open, they were blood shot and teary eyed, but other than that, she looked unfazed. "What did you see?" Rob asked the eleven year old, who sniffled. "There was a boy... A teenage boy. Probably eighteen. He was screaming, and it felt like... someone was pulling something out of him. And it hurt. I felt it. There was so much pain."

Robert rubbed the girl's back, "Did you hear anything? Did the boy say who he was?"

She shook her head, "I-I don't remember..."

The older man sighed through his nose and shut his eyes tiredly, "It's fine..." he said for a while. "You should get some sleep. The draught I gave you should give you a dreamless sleep," he picked up the young girl from under her knees and on her back, and then put her in her top bunk on the bed. "Good night, daddy," Iris said, snuggling into her pillow. "Good night, sweetie," Rob returned, landing a kiss on his daughter's forehead. All the while the eldest daughter watched with little interest and a bigger discontent.


Dinner was coming soon. We had an hour until that was, it was enough time for me to find Lestrange, and shove down the wine I got down his throat. The wine, though, was stolen from Slughorn, via Invisibility Cloak. I had only got a couple of hours of sleep when I reached my dorm, and I wanted everyone to remain thinking that I was asleep. So I created a simple illusion charm on my bed, to make it look like I was sleeping, then took Kay's cloak, and went about the castle. I had a bit of fun, like knocking down some overly peppy fifth years, and making farting noises while walking behind Heidi Abbott. It was pretty awesome.

For Thanksgiving, we were allowed to wear civvies, and in order to woo Lestrange once again, I put on some less than appropriate clothes. I wore a pair of nautical shorts, a navy blue short sleeved top with a nice deep oval neckline, and I wore my spool heels with it. However, trying to find Lestrange may take a while, so I used the cloak to sneak around, trying to avoid unwanted attention. Then, I did find him, walking down a corridor on the main floor, coming in my direction. So I hid in the closest open room I could find - another empty class room - quickly put the cloak in a corner where it wouldn't be seen, and then waited until I heard the Slytherin's footsteps pass the door. When that happened, I opened the door just enough to grab a hold of his jacket sleeve, pull him into the room, and shut and lock the door once he was in.

Momentarily, he was confused, until his eyes landed on me leaning against the door. "Wanting seconds, Bennett?" he crossed his arms and gave a playful smirk. I matched it, "I don't think I properly enjoyed it the first time."

He gave a soft laugh, "Believe me, you did." He walked to my form, eyes roaming my attire like I wanted. His hands landed on my hips as he dipped his nose into the crook of my neck, "But I can remind you..." I opened my mouth to say something, eyes trailing over to my satchel where I had the wine, but I ended up gasping when I felt the familiar clench of his teeth around my neck and he began to suckle on the skin he had between his teeth. Instinctively, my hand gripped a fist full of his hair until he was done and pulled away. He looked down rather smugly at his work, and I didn't doubt that I had yet another love bite that I'd need to hide. "You just love to mark me," his smirk widened, but said nothing so I continue. "Actually I got something for you," I slipped under him and went for my bag. "Oh? Something more than that outfit?"

I reached in my bag and pulled out the stolen bottle of wine, and when he saw that his brows rose, "Happy Thanksgiving." I popped the cork, turned around and took out two goblets, quickly pouring in the wine in one, and dumping the draught inside without him looking. Just when I felt his presence come closer behind me, I shoved the vile into my small pocket in my shorts. When I felt his arms wrap around my waste, I poured myself a glass, and then gave him his tainted one. I spun in his arms and leaned against the desk and raised my goblet, "Too... making each other jealous."

Lestrange gave a small chuckle, and repeated my toast and clinked my glass, then together we took a sip. Well, I took a sip, and he downed the whole glass. To my utter delight. After he was finished, he put down his goblet on a student desk, and took mine from my hand and did the same with it as well as the bottle of wine. He hoisted me up on the desk and spread my legs to fit himself in between, making his clothed crotch rub up against my own. Ah, too bad he's going to pass out in 3, 2, 1...

And down he goes.

Sighing I pull myself off the desk and start to get to work. The first thing I did was drown down my glass and put the wine and goblets back into my bag. Then, I started to strip down Lestrange's clothes, except I left his boxers. Then I stripped myself, shoving my clothes into my bag. With my panties, I took them off and made a clothing Transfiguring spell to make them into boxers, and then put them back on. After I put on Lestrange's clothes, I dragged his body under the desk so no one would see him. According the Sleeping Draught, he should be out for at least three hours. Which is just enough time, considering I only need an hour and a half to get everything ready. So I'll have enough time to get back redress him, and put him back into the closet to make him think everything was a dream...

After I finished with Lestrange, I took the Cloak, and went to the Room of Requirement to put away my stuff and get started with the Polyjuice Potion. Collasping onto the carpeting ground, and pulling up the baggy pants of Dimitri Lestrange, I took a cup and poured the muddy liquid inside of it, then lastly took the strands of ruby from my clutch and dropped it in. Immediately the colour began to change into a rusty red colour, and the smell tickled my nose but I couldn't identify it. I sighed deeply, "here goes nothing." I drank the concoction, and once it hit my tongue I nearly spat it out. I forced it down my throat, and once I did, I waved my hand at my mouth, "Hot, hot, hot, hot, holy shit. Why is he so spicy? Fuuuuuckk."

Suddenly it felt much worse. My bones ached, and so did my head. I fell onto my knees, and gritted my teeth as the worst possible pain I felt physically took it's place. I flipped on my back, shutting my eyes tightly, feeling my bones stretch and thicken, pulling my skin and muscles along with it. My hair began to grow at a fast pace, which felt weird on my scalp. Probably the worst feeling was when I felt my facial structure change to something more masculine.

I felt the pain quickly subside when my muscles, organs, and appendages stop growing. I let out a breath that I didn't know I held, and sat up. The first thing I noticed were long thick legs, and large hands on long hairy arms. Immediately my hands went up to my hair, which was now maroon and well passed my shoulders in uncombed waves. I stood up, and further examined Lestrange's body. I had an urge to do something that I always wanted to do if I ever became a boy. Pee standing up. Among other things that involve that region of the male anatomy. But when I glanced up at the clock, dinner was about to start in ten minutes. If I'm lucky enough, I can catch a few Slytherins exit their common room so I could quickly slip through.

When I left the Room Of Requirement, I had to look around. Seventh floor was Gryffindor territory, and the last thing I want was confrontation with a brave lion wanting to cause some drama. When I reached the stairs, people were already descending down them towards the Great Hall for dinner. I separated myself from the group, hoping to loose them until the halls emptied. I detoured around on the main level, and once I found that people were gone, I turned on my heel and headed towards the Dungeons. When I reached the bottom, I nearly died. Rosier, Nott, Avery, that guy I saw earlier, and even Pocock was down there. They all turned to me, "you're early," Rosier pointed out, he seemed a little put off by my appearance. For a moment I forgot who I was supposed to be. I cleared my throat, "Yeah, well... I wasn't doing anything." What exactly was I early for? And more importantly, why were they all down here.

"Now all we need is Black, Mulciber, Malfoy, and Riddle," Avery spoke. "We should be heading in, maybe they're inside." The group agreed, but I was confused. At first I thought they were going to the Great Hall, but they headed in the opposite direction - towards the Slytherin Common Room. Having no choice, I followed uncertainly. We stopped at a serpent statue carved into the stone wall; his jaw was open, showing off his long fork tongue and large fangs. The rest of its body seemed to be in the wall itself. Rosier went up to it and said flatly, "Hungarian Horntail." The snake's mouth closed, and some movement of stone was heard as what I guessed was the tail end of the snake poke out from a hole I hadn't seen before and arch into a handle. The Frenchmen reached out and grasped it, turning it like a doorknob and the section of the wall opened like a door.

Inside the Slytherin Common Room was how I pictured it. Windowless, but with high ceilings and arched like a cathedral. The walls were made out of burnt stone, but the floor, unlike outside, was hardwood. There was a large high fireplace that you could stand inside of it in the middle and on the other end of the room. In the very centre was a sort of pit area where there was couches, arm chairs, and a coffee table. Then a railing circled this area, where there was a higher level that showed a few bookshelves, other studying tables, and various statues and paintings. Two doors on either side of the fireplace, labeled the boy's dorms, and the girl's dorms, were large, wooden, with silver hinges and handles. Lastly, everything was decorated in green, black, and silver material. The leather couches were either black, or dark green, the carpet was an interesting pattern of snakes and swords, the curtains that hung from ceiling had the Slytherin symbol blown on the ends, and even, oddly enough, the flames licking the sides of the massive fireplace were green. Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone.

"Oh, you're here," Avery said, pointing out the three out of four missing in the group. Malfoy, Black, and a guy I've never seen before were sitting on the sofa, something I missed when I was looking around the room. Abraxas stood up from his seat and joined us, but he looked straight at the dark haired guy I have yet to identify with.

"Macnair, it's good to see you again. I thought you wouldn't be stepping foot in this school for a while," When Malfoy had mentioned his name, I nearly got whiplash from turning to face him. Macnair was defiantly a familiar name. He was a Death Eater, up to the second war. Though I never knew he was that old.

I suddenly felt awkward in my new skin. Conversations were directed to Macnair. I remembered that Lestrange was always the silent and bitter one in the group, so I tried to maintain that. The less I said the better, right? Suddenly, we heard the entrance door opening up, and all eyes turned towards it as a cloaked figure emerged. Shoulders relaxed a fraction when they saw it was Tom. I had half a mind thinking that he would say something like, "I'll ignore that all of your are late, if you ignore that I'm the latest." But this is Tom Riddle. He doesn't have a funny bone in his well toned body. The Head Boy strode with his hands behind his back right in the centre of the rest of his Gang, "Everyone accounted for?" All had nodded, and he walked passed us, leading towards the boy's dorms. When we stepped inside, it was formatted much like the girls in the Gryffindor. There was one large single stairway, spiraling up. The bottom doors were for first, years, next, the second years, third years, and so forth. The very top door at the top of the staircase, we didn't have in our dorm. The door was labeled Head Boy, and I could only imagine if there ever was a Gryffindor Head Girl, a door would suddenly appear at the top of the stairs in my tower.

Tom walked up to the door, and muttered something we did not catch, and then the door opened revealing a circle room with a double poster bed on one side, two night stands, a large wardrobe, a desk, a green carpet with gray runes sewed into it, a large black leather arm chair, and the ceiling was enchanted to mimic the night sky. Damn, I wish I was a Head.

Everyone conjured up chairs, and after a moment, I did too. Tom took a seat in the large arm chair and casually crossed his legs, "I have found it." He declared suddenly.

"The Chamber, m'Lord?" Malfoy asked, leaning foreword.

"Of course," he looked at the blonde condescendingly. He found the Chamber of Secrets, which meant that the clock was ticking until he let out the basilisk. The snake was trained only to attack muggle borns, right? But, me and my siblings weren't even muggle borns. We were muggles in wizard form. The thought of Basil, Iris, or Hector dead made my stomach churn and my ears burn. I was lucky that it blended in with Lestrange's hair. "I will release it's secrets in due time. For now, though, we have other issues at hand."

"Which are?" Daniel spoke this time, his legs crossed like the Head Boy. He was just as condescending, but not towards Tom.

"I read something curious in a book in the Restricted Section" he began, and my face paled. "I would like to find out more about it. I couldn't find anything else in the Restricted Section about it. Not yet anyway. But it seems like a certain Professor has been moderating my usage of that section."

"Dumbledore."

"Yes. I need something, or someone to help move his attentions else where," for a moment, Tom's eyes landed on me, and I forgot who I was supposed to be and immediately looked away from his gaze. He then continued as if he hadn't noticed, "I will need to lay low for a while. But I need someone to further investigate about this dark magic." As soon as he said that, there were a few 'I'll do it's', but he paid them no attention. Instead, he fixed his attentions to Daniel, "Pocock, I trust this with you, and you alone," he pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket, and walked towards the Ravenclaw's seat, where he stood up. The paper was transfered, and the two were back in their seats. I already knew what it was on that paper, so my curiosity wasn't peaked. All I wanted at the moment, was everyone to leave so I can rummage through Tom's things to find the Morgan Le Fey books, and his undergarments.

Most of this Death Eater meeting was about business that I didn't care to listen. Primarily about seating arrangements, and covers, and Slughorn meetings. For some odd reason, I was hoping that Tom would start talking about me, but he hadn't. And for what ever reason I was disappointed. After a while, this little Death Eater meeting was done, and we all began to exit. However, my mission was not yet complete. The only problem was that Tom didn't seem to budge from his spot on the arm chair, and I couldn't linger any longer without seeming suspicious. I tried to search for an excuse to stay longer, but I found myself being pushed further out the door. My neck tingled a bit, and I went to scratch it, that was when I felt familiar burning at that very spot. The kind of burning that someone was looking.

"Lestrange," I heard Riddle's voice call suddenly before I could leave the room. Everyone else had gone a head. I turned reluctantly, and nearly jumped when I found Tom Riddle standing not too far from me. "May I talk with you?"

"Err...sure," I didn't move. But he did, went over and shut the door to his bedroom, and paced around me. Lestrange was much taller than Tom, but even though I was looking down at him, I felt nervous. He finished pacing me, and went over to the wardrobe in his room, opened it, and fished inside until he came out with three thick old books. I wondered if they were the same books I needed, but the spines were facing his chest so I couldn't read the titles. He returned in front of me, smugness radiating off of him, and I knew already that I was in trouble. Or rather, Lestrange was in trouble.

"I believe you were looking for these, Bennett," my face fell and I had a mini heart attack when he said my name. He flipped the books so I saw the face, "The Wicked Witch: Morgan Le Fey Biography". I looked at it, and then tried to act like I had no idea what he was talking about. "Sorry, Tom, I have no idea what you're-"

"Cut out the lies, Bennett. How much of a fool do you think I am?" He scowled before turning back around to put the books on his desk and then stood right beside it. "Your Polyjuice potion is waring off... I knew it was only a matter of time that you try to get these books... Gryffindors are far too determined and stubborn for their own good." When he had mentioned that the Polyjuice potion was waring off, my hand flew to my hair, but it was the same length and colour, and everything else seemed to be unchanging. It must have been my face. When he saw me examining myself, he moved from the desk and back towards me, "The beauty marks on your neck are showing," he reached out and pointed where I had scratched it before. The first thing that popped into my mind was why does he keep track of my beauty marks? "And, that disgusting bruise. Another one, Bennett? I thought after your display last night, Lestrange would have lost interest."

I narrowed my eyes, "I don't see how my romance life is of any of your concern."

He quirked an eyebrow, "So you two are becoming romantic?"

"No..." His brows remained quirked, which further irritated me, "I only used him just so I could use his body... For the Polyjuice potion," I quickly added.

"Ah, so the truth comes out. Poor Dimitri will be so disappointed, he really liked you... Even if you aren't a pure blood." Liked? I stayed quiet, seeing as all I wanted were those books. But there had to be a catch, and Tom wouldn't just give them to me without something in return. He saw me eye them, and then a small smirk appeared on his stone face. He glanced at the books before he began to speak again, "You know, Bennett, all this time you have used to make a Polyjuice potion, to manipulate Lestrange for his hairs, and to sneak around the school just to get those books, you could have done your report already. If I'm not mistaken... The report is due Friday."

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Lol. That's something I'd probably forget about too hah. But anyway, just a couple of short announcements...

I wanted to fix an age thing, I said that Rob was thirty-six when Evan was eleven. I meant to change that. He's actual age at the time was forty. ALSO, instead of making Charlus James' grandfather, I'm switching him back to his father. The only thing I'm changing is the age Charlus had James.

Anyway, you guys are awesome. Hope you R&R, and you enjoy where this is going. Happy Readings xoxox