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Chapter 14

"Wake up, Harry!" Ron shouted. "We're gonna be late!"

Without a word, Harry jumped out of bed and into his clothes. Thanking any and all gods he had taken a shower the night before, he scrambled for his books and hurried down for breakfast. When he got to the great hall, the meal was halfway through, and Vic was once again sitting with the Slytherins. Harry dreaded to think of what they'd said to her about him.

Meanwhile

Pansy Parkinson jealously watched Draco and the new girl from the corner of her eye. They hadn't even known each other two days, and Draco treated that slut better than her, the heiress of a well-known family! How dare Smith try to take Draco away from her! That slut! Smith the slut! Pansy grinned. At least she had something to call her.

Suddenly the mail came in a shower of feathers and parchment. Vic instinctively covered her head to keep the birds away from her.

"Relax," Draco said, "they won't do anything."

"Oh, yeah, I haven't heard that before."

"We all have." Draco reached across the table for the sugar, accidently exposing the Dark Mark. Vic grabbed his wrist.

"Hey, kick ass tattoo, man!" She said, "Where'd you get it done?"

Draco looked around. "You don't know what it is?"

"Um, a skull?"

"It's the mark of our lord!" He hissed.

"Last time I checked, Jesus didn't like snakes, and by the way, not Christian. Sorry."

"Not Jesus, the dark lord!" He'd heard about a muggle savior named Jesus, but he hadn't heard much about him.

"Uh, yeah, Satan's got the pentagram, okay? Whom're you talking about?"

"You know who!"

"No, actually, I don't."

"How do you not?"

"Because you won't tell me! - Oh!" She was it with realization. "That dude that killed Harry's parents?"

"Yes, him."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Cause he's a baby-killer, duh!"

"He's here to purge the world of filth!"

"That's what Hitler said he was doing!"

"Who?"

"Long story, he tried to kill all the Jews, killed himself, left behind a bunch of neo-nazis. Why do you support this guy?"

"My father does."

"So?"

"My father does."

"That doesn't make it okay."

"This is great, coming from you."

"I do what I have to do. This guy wants power. I'm bad, he's cruel."

"What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that you work for someone who'd kill you as soon as look at you!"

Draco was silent.

"Are you trying to throw away your life?"

"No. I just want to be rid of mud-bloods and other filth."

"What's a mud-blood?"

"Don't you know?"

"If I did, would I ask you?"

"It's someone with muggle parents. Why?"

"No reason."

"Tell me."

"I don't want to talk about it." Vic said coldly.

Draco dropped the subject and started talking to Blaise about something.

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They had DADA first, and Harry was in a fairly good mood. That is, until none other than Snape stepped into the room. The class grew silent as the students awaited an explanation as to why the potions master was teaching defense. Everyone had known that Snape had wanted the job badly, but they never thought Dumbledore would give it to him. Neville looked like he was going to cry. Apparently the boy hadn't planned on seeing Snape anytime soon.

Snape told them that they were to work in assigned pairs. Groans rose from the Grffindor side of the room. Harry immediately knew who his partner for the ear would be.

"…Parkinson and Granger, Zabini and Weasely…" Finally, Snape reached Harry and Malfoy. "…Malfoy and Potter, with our new student, Smith."

The all walked across the rooms to their partners reluctantly.

"Potter."

"Malfoy. Hey, Vic."

"Hey, Onyx, 'sup?" Said Vic.

"Nothing much. Tried to catch you at the feast, but-"

"As much fun as it is, listening to you two, I'd like to get to work." Malfoy drawled.

Vic sat and watched as the boys hurled spells at each other, every now and then, one of them would teach her one. The girl was a quick learner- the fact she had read Harry's books helped-, and joined in after a while. Snape skulked about the room, randomly asking the groups of students questions. He came to a stop at them, "Does anyone know a way to blind your enemy, Potter?"

Harry obviously didn't know the answer, and Malfoy didn't say anything, enjoying the torment of the other boy.

"Er, I don't know sir." Harry said.

"And why not?"

"I can't remember."

"Five points-"

"Sir! That's not fair!"

"Ten more points off for cheek!"

"Um, Sir," Vic said, "I know."

"It's too late, Ms. Smith."

"But you addressed all of us and only he answered."

"That's why it's too late."

"But he didn't know, so that leaves it open to be answered. To say otherwise is self-contradicting, sir, I'm just stating the facts."

"Then what might be the answer, Ms. Smith?"

"Tenebrae, and it does blind them completely, it just makes everything obscure."

"Correct, ten points to, well, it appears you don't have a house, so which house would you like those points to?"

"Gryffindor."

Snape scowled and moved on.

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"Why Gryffindor?" Draco hissed as they headed for the dungeons.

"Harry needed them, and aren't y'all good enough that ten points don't matter?"

"I guess." He mumbled.

"So, who's teaching potions?" Vic asked.

"I think his name's Slughorn."

"Goody. Let's go."

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