Chapter 13

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" " Talking

; ; Parseltongue

Italics – thoughts.

It was Neville's last day of detention and he was grateful. The jobs he was given were cleaning the hospital bed frames, which took three days, afterwards he had to polish all the trophies in the trophy room, which also took three days and now here he is polishing, cleaning and trimming each broom for the upcoming flying lessons.

Neville was excused from herbology to prepare the brooms for first years. He was hard at work since in a few moments the 1st year Gryffindor and Slytherins would be out. He had to clean one more broom when the class was all lined up beside their broom. Everyone but Lestrange was ready, since she didn't have a broom at hand due to the fact that Neville was holding it. He quickly polished the handle and left it on the ground not bothering to look in Alya's eyes or even hand it to her. Finally Neville was free from all duties for now. Neville hastily left Hogwarts' grounds and went in the castle.

Alya groaned at the scared fat prat. Of course she understood what her parents did but he should at least grow a backbone. It wasn't like she was her mom. Alya picked up her broom, and aligned herself beside the others.

After Hooch did her speech Alya was prepared to fly but as she lifted off the ground she felt wrong. He broom was oddly out of control and it seemed as it was tampered with. Alya started to zigzag in the air. She could hear people under her gasping and Hooch's deep voice call up to her in desperation. Alya's heart beat was too loud to understand what everyone was saying. Despite Alya's resistance to head towards Hogwarts' walls, there was no avail and the broom was heading in that exact direction.

Alya hit the wall with a "thump" and fell off her broom to the ground which was initially 15 feet below her broom. Oddly enough the broom seemed to have lingered in the air for a few moments before it fell beside her.

The class and Hooch started to run towards her to make sure she was alright.

"I'm peachy." Alya dusted off her robes and stood up. She growled under her breath. Longbottom. He was the last to have touched her broom, "May I please be excused? I would like to check my arm in case of anything?"

"Of course, Alya," Hooch replied.

Alya stormed into Hogwarts looking for someone particular. There was a strange electric magic flow surrounding her due to her anger. This used to happen when Draco would come over when she was younger and played pranks on her. Ricky, a 2nd year Gryffindor, was unluckily walking past her when she decided to pin him against the wall. Of course she was smaller than Ricky, but he certainly would not resist against a girl... or a Lestrange for that matter.

"Where is Longbottom?" she demanded.

"I think I saw him head towards the dungeons." Ricky said, uncertainly.

Alya began to run down the stairs into the dungeons when she bumped into someone and fell back. She looked up only to see an angry Snape. "Alya... what are you doing?" Snape glared down at her, not helping her to get up.

Alya, unmoving on the ground, replied, "Looking for Longbottom, sir. I'm certain he tampered with my broom!"

"Concrete facts, Alya? or just your suspicions again? You know what, Lestrange- you act so much like a Gryffindor it's unbelievable."

Alya looked away in shame and even anger at being accused of acting like a Gryffindor.

"Anyhow, I was actually about to come to get you," Alya looked up, surprised. "Your father personally sent me a letter. I supposed you understand it was not meant to be intercepted by anyone, meaning it is extremely important. I know what it is about, and I suggest you give me your response as quickly as possible." Snape looked down at Alya who was finally getting up. Snape reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter that was addressed to Alya Lestrange. Alya took the letter and headed towards her dormitory without saying another word to Severus.

As soon as she reached her bed he sat up on it and opened the letter. It was from her father.

Dear Alya,

I understand you are getting used of the new environment, but the Dark Lord requests you to prove yourself to him. I hope you understand that you have to do this or else your mother might do something dramatic. And Alya, do think of the worse situation when it comes to your mother and the Dark Lord. It was planned to kidnap Harry Potter. But the Dark Lord also is, surprisingly, alright with kidnapping his best friend. I understand you have a large task ahead but you will have some help. This is to prove yourself to our Lord and to keep your mother at bay. You need to plan and not burst into this situation- especially one of this big. Keep your out for obstacles and more specifically Dumbledore. Stay in touch, and keep me updated on your progress.

Stay strong, love.

Sincerely, R.

Alya stared in shock. Of course she has a lot of experience when it came to dark spells and such, but she is not prepared for the simplest of spells, and the Dark Lord wanted her to be able to achieve such incredible task! She was stunned, confused, and scared. Maybe he expects so much because she is her mothers' daughter? She went through all the possibilities of who could help her. Severus, Draco, Rodolphus, and maybe her connections have connections! This was defiantly not a task for a first year! She was in total distraught. She needed to make a plan, but a flawless one. Alya looked down at her watch and realized that her detention was drawing near.

When Alya reached Snapes office, she was close to tears. It felt like she had a ton of bricks on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Before she could knock, Snape opened the door.

"Merlin," Severus said while guiding Alya to his office chair. Realistically, it wasn't surprising to see Alya in such condition. Severus was actually questioning Voldemorts wellbeing for choosing a first year student for such a massive task. He searched through his cabinets for a Calming potion and gave it to Alya.

"You do understand that I would be willing to help. After all he is our dark lord," Snape reassured Alya.

"Thank you, Severus. I'm truly grateful for your kindness."

"But this will not excuse you from your detention, unfortunately. But it isn't that bad. You'll see in the Potions class a few cauldrons lined up to be washed. If you need me for anything, Alya, ask. I've had many tasks from the Dark Lord, and I do understand his expectations."

"Thank you." And with that, Alya exited his office and headed towards the class.

Alya's hands were raw from scrubbing. According to Snape, she had been "let down easily"- she snorted. This place is getting worse and worse. Although washing the cauldrons did kind of leave her mind to wonder. For example what could Voldemort be thinking at this exact moment. Alya's thoughts evaporated when she heard a cocky voice coming from the door.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Alya turned around grimacing at her luck. It was Potter. "Don't you have something better to do than picking on first years, Potter."

"Yes but seeing you work is a vengeful sight to see."

"Shut it, Potter. Those scars on your chest will not be the only ones with my name on it, if you keep this up."

Harry huffed. "I've been meaning to ask- do you only know how to conjure dark spells? because from what I heard, you don't have much talent in any other field." Harry knew he was hitting a nerve, but he really couldn't care less. He did try to act more respectful and polite, but around Alya, it was unbelievable how he could not restrain himself to say snide things.

Alya was itching to grab her wand and hex him there.

Harry absentmindedly said ; Rotten no good, waste of space, death eater; in a low tone not expecting Alya to understand or to hear for that matter.

Surprisingly to Harry, Alya turned around her face twisted with hate and anger, ;Why don't you just blood shut your mouth up for once in your bloody life, Potter!;.

Alya realized her mistake as soon as she said it. Her face went into an expression of deer-and-headlights. While Harry stared at her with his mouth agape, and he was completely speechless. Alya dropped everything she was holding and ran out of the classroom before Harry could regain composure again.