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Chapter 11- Regret
Later that night found Ana once again dressed head to toe in black and hovering outside a room. The room in question was actually Professor Slughorn's office. She had charmed all the portraits in the corridor to sleep and had managed to pick the lock on his door to avoid having her magical signature embedded in it; a safety precaution she knew most locks now had. Before entering she opened the door slightly, shot a silent and invisible spell into the middle of the room where it split into smaller invisible beams and hit any portraits that might have been hanging up in Slughorn's office. Knowing that they had now been put to sleep, she slipped quietly into the room, shutting the door silently behind her.
"Point me Ana's potion" she whispered as she let her magical senses spread in all directions. Following the pull of the wand she quickly located her potion in a secret compartment in Slughorn's desk and swapped it with the potion Leo had sent to her. That now done she stepped back into the middle of the room and said "Point me Slughorn."
Once again following the pull of her wand she was directed to a large sleeping portrait just behind and to the right of his desk. "Dominari" she whispered, tapping her wand against the sleeping painting. The door swung inwards and she stepped through carefully. Moving through Slughorn's personal quarters she found his bedroom and stopped at the foot of his bed. Pulling a small metallic sphere from her pocket she set it down gently next to his feet and watched as it latched onto his foot, burrowed underneath his skin and moved upwards towards his brain. She moved silently with its progression, stopping near his head when the moving bump got to his brain.
She watched as Slughorn's body suddenly gave a sharp jerk and his eyes flew open. He gazed emptily up at his ceiling as he waited for further instructions.
"Do you know who you are?" she asked him in a bored tone, perching on the edge of the bed.
"Yes Mistress" he replied vacantly "I am Professor Horace Slughorn. I teach Potions a-"
"Yes yes" Ana said hurriedly, cutting him off. "Anastasia Harrow's potion you received today, have you analyzed it?"
"No Mistress" he said, not having blinked since he opened his eyes "I was going to do it in the morning."
"Do you have any theories on the potion and/or Miss Harrow?"
"Miss Harrow is a smart and intelligent girl" he replied, "She wouldn't do drugs. Her potion is not a drug."
"What is her potion?"
"A simple headache potion"
"Is there anything else you would like to add on the subject?" she said tiredly.
"No Mistress."
"Good" Ana said snappily, "You will erase this conversation from your mind and analyze the potion as planned."
"Yes Mistress" Slughorn said before promptly going back to sleep.
Ana slipped out of Slughorn's office, casting an invisibility spell on herself and made her way to the higher levels in the castle. Casting her magical senses out, she quickly located two people on the fourth floor and silently made her way towards them. Rounding the corner, she spotted two young Gryffindors making out by an empty classroom. Perfect she thought darkly, as she noted the absence of paintings in the corridor. Throwing two metal spheres on the floor, she watched as they jumped apart at the noise and looked at the spheres that had stopped by their feet.
"What ar-" the girl started to say before the spheres suddenly jumped up and latched onto their faces. Watching them struggle, Ana stepped closer to them and waited for the spheres to take effect.
"Names" she demanded once they were silent.
"Ellie Hopkins, second year Gryffindor student" the girl said mindlessly, tear tracks visible from where she cried as she struggled.
"Greg James, third year Gryffindor student" the boy said blankly; harsh red marks peppering his face from where he had tried to pull the sphere off.
"Why aren't you in your common room?" Ana asked out of curiosity, after all it had just gone two in the morning and she didn't expect such young students to still be out.
"The Prefects sometimes wake up and check the common room in the middle of the night, Mistress" the boy replied.
"I want you to attack Weasley when he is alone. The spheres will give you the knowledge to execute a satisfactory job" she said, smirking darkly.
"Yes Mistress" they both replied together.
"Take these potions before you attack" she explained as she handed them small glass vials which contained a mud-like potion and had a lock of brown hair strapped onto it.
"Yes Mistress"
"You will hide until the potion wears off and then forget the incident entirely" Ana explained further, "Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress" they replied together again.
"You will ensure nobody sees or suspects you" Ana stated. Seeing them nod, Ana added maliciously "Don't do anything I wouldn't."
The two younger students smirk evilly back at her and said "We won't let you down Mistress."
"Good" Ana said happily, "At ease." Immediately the two students relaxed and started to giggle quietly as they made their way back to the common room, hugging and kissing along the way. Not seeing Ana since she was still invisible they didn't notice when she stood in the corridor staring after them.
Lady Slytherin, Drug Addict?
My dear readers, in my quest to quench your curiosities about the next Lady Slytherin, I have spent many days at Hogwarts trying to find more information on this elusive Miss Harrow. And yesterday, I may have stumbled onto a golden nugget. Yesterday morning, Miss Harrow was involved in a confrontation with the youngest male of the Weasley family. Mr. Ronald Weasley started a quarrel with Miss Harrow and even went so far as to push the young girl so she was almost lifted off her feet. Miss Harrow admirably tried to diffuse the situation, attempting to walk away many times and not even raising her voice or wand, despite threatening advances from the students around her.
As Mr. Weasley was being escorted from the Great Hall after having said many a vile thing about Lord Slytherin, so vile in fact that this reporter will not repeat them, he accused Miss Harrow of being a drug addict.
Now, I was as shocked as you about the accusations. Miss Harrow a drug addict, surely not! But readers it was revealed that Miss Harrow did in fact carry and use a potion that she had not registered with the Hospital Wing. Why did she find it necessary to hide the potion? Was it a simple mistake? Are these all lies concocted by an obsessive lovesick teenager, who is angry at missing his chance with Miss Harrow? Is our future Lady Slytherin actually a drug addict, addicted to headache potions?
These are the questions that I will endeavor to find out.
For more information on the risks and hazards of potion taking please see page 4
For help combating an addition, refer to page 8.
Written by Rita Skeeter
Well at least she seems to like me Ana grumbled in her head, as she read the morning newspaper. Slytherin had once again forgone the need to dine in the Great Hall and as such she was forced to endure the stares alone. Forcing herself to finish her porridge, least they start a rumor about her being anorexic or some nonsense like that.
Suddenly screams could be heard from just outside the Great Hall, causing all the teachers to jump up and rush to the noise. Many students followed them, including Ana, excited to see what was going on. Hearing sobbing and loud voices, Ana slipped through the crowd and finally saw what was causing the commotion.
Lying at the foot of the stairwell was Ron Weasley. His face was badly beaten, with both of his eyes swelled shut and his nose nearly flattened. Most of his skin was either a shade of purple, black or blue, with random gashes and deep burns peppering his body. His arms were bent at an odd angle showing that they were broken and one of his legs had a massive chunk missing, where the skin and muscle had been stripped away to the bone. Blood was pouring from his wounds and splashes of blood on the stairs clearly marked his descent down them.
The source of the sobbing was Granger who was on her knees in front of the crowd muttering to herself as she stared at Weasley's mangled body. Longbottom was gently rubbing her back, also staring blankly at Weasley's body, but it was obvious that neither of them noticed the action.
"Out of my way" Madam Pomfrey shouted as she pushed her way to the scene. I suppose now would be a good time to faint Ana thought absently to herself, repressing a smile at how well her plan had worked. Forcing her magic to reduce the blood flow to her brain, she felt herself sway before darkness descended upon her.
Dominari - override in latin
Short chapter, but a bit of drama ;)
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