(Not) Romeo and Juliet
Sumary: Draco Malfoy, a cold pureblooded wizard, was the Slytherin Ice Prince. Harry Potter, a happy go lucky hero, was the Gryffindor Golden Boy. They came from two Houses with a long and heavy rivalry in Hogwarts history. When they found love in each other, could they fought all the differences and faced all the prejudices? When their Inheritance came, would their love enough to fight their own instincts? Their story was very much like Romeo and Juliet. But they were not Romeo and Juliet, were they?
Warning: Slash with Harry/Draco pairing. Mpreg. Creature fic. Situated in seventh year, ignore OoTP, HBP, and DH
Rating: T
Disclaimer: still not mine
A.N. two months! Oh my God, i can't believe i've been abandoning you all that long. I'm sooooo sorry. I have no excuse but the writer block. Anyway, i just hope you still willing to read this story.
Thank you for the reviews! they are really awesome! And of course thanks to you all who had added this story to your favorite and alert lists.
This chapter has not been beta-ed yet. Sorry.
On with the story..
Chapter 13
Interlude, Time Before Christmas
After gave Potter and Lupin their potion that afternoon, Severus planned to go back to his manor to do some more research on his godson's situation with Potter. He already read some of the books the manor library had about reincarnation, but he didn't find anything useful. Not that there were lots of it to begin with. Much to his irritation, every book spoke of nonsense. Or nonsense in his doubtful mind. He really never believed there was such a thing as reincarnation. His feeling to theory was pretty much the same as McGonagall's disdain to Divination. The books didn't convince him otherwise.
But he kept reading and searching because two reasons. One, Dumbledore asked him to do it, along with Black and, if it was possible, Narcissa. It would be harder for her with the Dark Lord resided in Malfoy Manor. But Severus knew Narcissa would do her best for her son. And she would find a way to do it without raising suspicion from her husband or the Dark Lord; there was a reason why she was sorted into Slytherin house.
The second reason why Severus was willing to read all nonsense of reincarnation and prepared to read more on Creature Inheritance was Draco.
He already knew Draco's transformation few months earlier was a special case. No one ever heard a Vampire Inheritance. Nobody changed into a vampire without being bitten. And Draco, in Severus's ever watchful eyes, was no way a normal vampire. Draco needed smaller amount of blood for one. He only consumed no more than two cups of blood every day, even less than that. The other vampires needed more than that to survive.
The other proof was that the potion he made to help Draco survive under the sun. Normally, vampire who took that potion only could stay under the sun for a few minutes; fifteen minutes top with severe sunburn all over their skin. But Draco, he could stay two hours without even being pink. Severus was sure Draco could do more that.
If Draco was not an unordinary vampire, Severus also was sure that Potter wouldn't be an ordinary werewolf either. Not to say that he believed in the brat's dreams, but he'd never seen a werewolf could do a part transformation like Potter did. Truthfully, he didn't expect Potter would transform into a full werewolf tonight. Though, like his godson said, better be safe than sorry. The Wolfbane Potion he consumed wouldn't do anything to his body if he didn't transform anyway.
He already apparated to the front yard of his mother's manor when his Dark Mark was burned. He clenched his teeth and spun around in his place and disapparated with a loud crack.
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"So, you also spend the break here too, then?" Blaise said as he sat himself on the armchair across of Theo. Theo put aside the book he had been reading and nodded. The two of them were the only Slytherin that stayed at school for Christmas break.
"Yeah. Can't very well go home now, can I?"
"Yeah," Blaise smiled. After Blaise asked Draco for help, he became rather close to the blonde. And as a result, he also became friendly with the Head Boy. Their mutual understanding with their condition helped. Both of them were expected to be second generation of Death Eaters. Theo by his father and Blaise by his uncle. And the both of them didn't want that. "What did you say to your father?"
"I didn't say anything. I never come home for Christmas, remember?" Theo said. Blaise nodded, he just remembered that Theo had always spent his Christmas here at Hogwarts. "It's not like Father celebrates Christmas after all. I always had my Christmas only with Mother. But after she died... Well," the Head Boy smiled sadly.
"Oh, I am sorry."
"No need. What about you? You usually go with your mother somewhere, right?"
"Mamma is off with her latest husband to somewhere in Africa and she doesn't want me to intrude their honeymoon," he said easily. Her mother activities with her ever changing husband no longer had any affect whatsoever to him. "I heard that Crabbe and Goyle will take the Mark this break."
"I know. Father wanted me to be Marked this break too," Theo said. Blaise raised his perfect black eyebrow and gave Theo questioning looks. "I was able to convince him that it's not wise to take the Mark while I am still in school, under Dumbledore's watchful eyes."
"Smart..."
"And you? Father told me that your uncle boasted he will bring you as the first one who will join the next generation of Death Eater," the Slytherin playboy smiled darkly.
"He would. He really wants me to join, you know. He already tried this summer, but luckily for me, Nonna wanted me to spend my summer in Italy with her. So I could escape then; he couldn't very well deny Nonna's demands. Nonna is still the head of Zabini's family after all," Blaise told Theo with a smirk. Oh how he loved his Nonna.
Aldene Zabini, Blaise's nonna or grandmother, knew about his son's plan of bringing her lovely grandson to the Dark Lord then. That was why she requested Blaise's presence in Italy that summer. She didn't want her precious grandson, her beautiful flawless grandson, marred with the Dark Mark. The Mark was hideous. She could not forbid her son to give in his beauty for power the Dark Lord offered him. But she would do anything to keep his grandson as flawless as he was now. She was vain like that.
Actually, not only Aldene, all Zabinis had been always proud with their beauty. In fact, the reason why the Zabinis refused to ally the family to the Dark Lord, despite their pureblood status and their dark nature, was because of this. Flawless olive skin, tall figure with nice muscles for the male and curvy body for the female, striking sapphire or topaz eyes, perfect aristocratic face, and of course flirty smile that could melt everyone's heart. They knew they were perfect and they wanted to always be. Oh, okay, almost all of them. Marring their skin with the Dark Mark just for power was unthinkable. For them, beauty was power. They didn't need the Dark Lord to get what they wanted.
Besides, it was bothersome to follow crazy muggle murderer.
"I see. What about now? What did you tell your uncle?" Theo said. Blaise, lost in thought, blinked a few times before answering Theo's question.
"Well, I didn't have to say anything. He's not my father, so he doesn't have power over me. I mean, I don't have to follow his every order. I sent a letter to Mamma and Nonna that I will spend my Christmas here. They gave permission and Uncle can't do anything about it. I know that if I go home, he will drag me to meet the Dark Lord and make him Marked me whether I want it or not since Mamma is somewhere in Africa with her newest husband and I will be alone at the Manor,"
Theo was amazed at how easy Blaise talked about his mother's latest marriage. But then again, after nine times, he thought the Italian boy maybe already got used to it. Mrs. Zabini was infamous with that after all. "Ah, yes. You are luckier than me in that case."
The two boys fell into a comfortable silence which Theo was back with his readings and Blaise checked a catalogue for his last minutes Christmas shopping. Not half an hour later, a snow white owl flew to the Slytherin common room from a special tunnel made especially for owl. Since Slytherin's dorm was in the dungeon, their windows were not facing open air but the Black Lake. So, no owl could enter the Snake's Pit through the window.
The beautiful owl landed on the coffee table facing Theo. Theo, too immersed to his book, didn't realize it until the bird pecked one of his finger.
"Ouch!" he yelped in pain. "Hedwig? You don't have to peck me that hard, you know?" the bird only hooted in annoyance at Theo's chaste. He moved to free Hedwig from her missile when the pretty bird offered her talons.
"Isn't that Potter's owl?" Blaise asked in curiosity. No one had a pure white owl but Harry Potter in Hogwarts.
"Yes. But it's not from Harry," Theo said after reading the letter. Blaise offered Hedwig some sandwich he brought from the kitchen earlier. The bird took a bite and hooted her gratefulness.
"So, who use Potter's owl to send their letter?" Blaise said while his hand busily petting the pretty owl. Oh, how he loved everything pretty! And the bird was the prettiest owl he had ever seen. Beside his handsome eagle owl, of course.
"It's from Hermione. She invites me to celebrate Christmas with her."
"Granger invites you?" Theo nodded. "Are you two dating?"
"What? Where did you get that idea?" Theo was taken aback with Blaise unexpected question.
"Well, you said she invites you to spend Christmas with her," Blaise shrugged. Theo laughed. "What?"
"I'm not... I'm not Hermione's boyfriend!" Theo said in between his laughter. "I can't be!" Blaise raised his dark brown eyebrow. "Sorry. Sorry. It's just, I can't be Hermione's boyfriend, Blaise."
"Why not? She is quite pretty and you two spend a lot of time together as a Head Boy and Head Girl."
"Because she is not my type. I am not swing that way," he said calmly. Enjoying Blaise's surprised face.
"I don't know it..."
"Only Draco knows. Ah, and Hermione. And by the way, she told me to ask you too. If you agree, we are expected in Dumbledore office at ten tomorrow morning."
"But where?"
"The Order of Phoenix headquarter."
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Sirius paced in front of the fireplace in Grimmauld kitchen that late afternoon. It was almost dark and the full moon would show her face just in a few hours. Harry was already in his room and locked the door with powerful spell keyed to his magic. So even Dumbledore couldn't open it. Sirius already tried to unlock the door with the entire spell he knew, blast the door, and even tried to open it muggle way; that was why he had a blue and very sore shoulder now. He wanted to accompany Harry in case the Savior really transformed into a werewolf. As Padfoot of course.
But Harry had refused to be accompanied. He was sure he wouldn't change into a werewolf tonight. But in case he really transformed into a werewolf, he didn't want Sirius, or anybody else, near him. First time transformation would always painful. More painful than the later transformations. Beside, the wolf would be still so volatile and wild. Even the strongest Wolfsbane Potion couldn't tame it. Harry already put heavy wards around his bedroom so no one could enter nor his wolf form could go out.
Harry had already explained all that to Sirius and Sirius understood. But the old animagus couldn't help himself, he was still worried. He was worried for a lot of things. He was worried that his godson would indeed transform into werewolf tonight. It would be painful, the first transformation. Beside that, werewolves never had good lives. People were still wary of the lycans and often ridiculed them. Just see Moony. That guy was a good man and had brilliant mind, but because of the lycanthropy in him, he couldn't get a decent job. He didn't want that kind of life for his godson. Despite his Savior title, Sirius knew people would still treat Harry as an outcast.
But he was also worried if Harry did not change into a werewolf like the boy, and his friends, always said. He worried at what that would entail. If Harry was bonded with that Malfoy boy, his life will be twice as dangerous. At least until the second war was over. Draco might be a good boy but his father was not. Lucius Malfoy, or more precisely the Dark Lord, sure would use the bond for their own advantage if they knew about it. They might use Draco to lure Harry to the Dark Lord. Both boys would be in danger. And Sirius did not want that.
After a while, Hermione, who stayed with them for Christmas break, entered the kitchen. She watched in amusement the dark haired wizard pacing in front of the fire. So engrossed with his musing, Sirius didn't even realize Hermione's presence. Hermione cleared her throat and laughed when Sirius jumped. "Hermione!"
"Oh, Sirius... You should see your face. It was priceless!" she laughed. Sirius huffed and sat himself gracelessly on one of the chairs. Hermione put a kettle full of water on the stove to make some tea. She leaned herself on the counter and crossed her arms in front of his chest. "So, what did make you thinking that hard?"
"Harry," the animagus said. Hermione moved from her place and pulled out the chair beside Sirius. She patted him on his shoulder after she had seated herself on the chair.
"He will be alright, Sirius. Don't worry."
"But... I don't know what will be the best for him. Being a normal werewolf like Remus or being a werewolf like the one in his dreams." The adult had already seen the dreams in the pensieve after Sirius brought Harry to Grimmauld and Snape brought Draco to Prince Manor. Now, almost all the Order members knew about the conditions and what might possibly happen to both boys. And they, mainly Dumbledore, waited to see which would truly happen to Harry before they decided what they should do with the situation.
Hermione bit her bottom lip as she thought about what to say. She understood Sirius' worry over his godson. The young witch knew where those worries came from. Sirius' best friend was a werewolf with a poor life and his favorite cousin married with a Death Eater. Both were not ideal lives he wanted for his godson. Hermione understood that but she thought he worried over nothing. She was so sure that Harry wouldn't change into the ordinary werewolf and the bond between Harry and Draco would make them stronger.
"I know you are worried, Sirius. But I think Harry will be just fine whatever will happen tonight. He is stronger than you think. He will face it head on like usual."
"He will, won't he?" he chuckled helplessly. "Yes, I know Harry is strong and he won't surrender to any hardship he has to face."
"Yes, have more faith in him, Sirius!" Hermione said as she stood up to make tea with the now boiling water. After a while, she gave Sirius his cup and sat back to her previous chair. They took time to savor their tea before Hermione thought of something. "Sirius, who will celebrate Christmas here?"
"Hmm? Well, Remus and Tonks, of course, and Andromeda will come with them also I think. I don't think Tonks will let her mother to spend Christmas alone," he said. Hermione nodded. Ted Tonks, Andromeda's husband, was killed in one of Death Eater's raid few months ago. "Some of the Order members will come here too. Ah, and Dumbledore will want to know about Harry, so I am sure he will come. Maybe Draco and Snape will also come after we make sure Draco and Harry won't kill each other at sight."
"How about the Weasleys?"
"Maybe not. They will have their own celebration, I imagine." Hermione smiled sadly when she thought about the Weasleys. Moreover the one who supposed to be her and Harry's best friend, one Ronald Weasley. The red head teenager had cut down their friendship after he saw Hermione wouldn't leave Harry for anything. He thought that Hermione had betrayed him for Harry when she refused to help him "straighten" Harry up.
"Sirius, could I invite another?" she asked.
"Sure, who?"
"Theodore Nott. Ah, and maybe Blaise Zabini," Hermione said unsure with Sirius' reaction hearing two Slytherin's names.
"Nott and Zabini? They are from dark pureblood family! I bet the two of them are Slytherin," Sirius said and raised an eyebrow when Hermione nodded meekly. "Why, pray tell Hermione, do you want to invite them here? Are they even save? I mean their relatives are Death Eaters. How can you know they won't sell us to You-Know-Who?"
"Theo is Draco's best friend, Sirius. Do you think he will endanger us? Draco? I don't think so," Hermione said. "And I heard from Harry that heard it from Draco that Blaise Zabini asked for refuge from Professor Dumbledore. Why did he ask for protection if he wanted to sell us to Vol-Voldemort?"
Sirius scowled. "How do you know they didn't fake it?"
"First, Theo is maybe the sweetest Slytherin there is. I work with him nearly every day this year, so I should know what kind of person he is. Second, Draco knows him for his whole life and I know Draco trusts Theo wholeheartedly. I don't know much about Zabini beside that he is the biggest playboy there is in Hogwarts. But Dumbledore already talked to him and I believe in Dumbledore judgment," the bushy haired girl said matter-of-factly.
Sirius thought about not allowing Hermione to invite the two snake teenager to their Christmas. He could do it since it was his house. But then, Hermione gave him a look that said that she knew what exactly Sirius was thinking about and that the older wizard was being stupid and petty. Sirius sighed. "Ok, you win. They can come."
"Good!" Hermione squealed. "The more the merrier, right? I'll pen them an invitation," she jumped from her chair and ran to her room. Sirius sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair. I just hope I won't regret it.
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Ron walked to the kitchen to fetch some tea and breakfast that morning after a horrible nightmare. No, it was not about spider like his nightmare usually was. It was about his supposed best friend, Harry. No, it was not even about Harry, it was about the monster that almost ripped his head two days ago. He wasn't sure what to think about it. It was scary as hell, of course. He still shivered at every thought of that accident. But it was still Harry, with unruly raven hair and the famous scar.
But Harry was not a... a dangerous beast. He was an ordinary teenager wizard as far as he knew. And Ron was sure that if Harry somehow became a monster, he would know. Dumbledore and the other Order members, including his parents, would talk about it and he would, somehow, heard about that news. And there was no such news.
When Ron stepped into the kitchen, he saw his sister already there nursing her own cup of tea. "Ginny, where's mum?" he asked when he didn't see the Weasley matriarch busily prepared breakfast like usual.
"She's in the back yard. Sending Percy home," Ron nodded. Percy did not live in the Burrow anymore. After he engaged with his fianc e, Audrey, he rented a small flat in London and lived there with her.
"He won't spend Christmas here?"
"He said he'll come back with Audrey this afternoon," Ginny said, munching some chocolate muffin. Ron prepared his own tea and sat across of Ginny. They ate in silence before Ginny asked him about the accident. It was the first time they talked about it actually. "Is it true? Did Harry really turn into a monster and attack you?"
"He did. It was bloody awful, gin. He was really frightening."
"Are you sure it was Harry?"
"No one else had that lightning bolt scar on their forehead, Gin," Ron explained. Ginny put her muffin to her plate and chewed her bottom lips as she thought.
"But why did he do that? I mean, you and he might be not in speaking term right now, but Harry is not a violent person. And how could he change into that monster?"
"You are right... Harry's not a violent person," the blue eyes of him shone of understanding. "It must be Malfoy doings!"
"Malfoy?"
"Yes! I was having a talk with Malfoy when harry suddenly attacked me. I bet that snake put a kind of curse to make harry his slave. And he must drugged harry with some potion to make Harry be able to change into a monster."
"I never heard a potion like that before... Are you sure it exists?" Ginny said doubtfully. Ron nodded.
"I am sure. How can harry change into that kind of monster if it's not? We have to tell Dumbledore about this."
"But Ron, we'll get into trouble if what we say is not true! We have to prove it. We have to know exactly what potion that Malfoy used."
"We have to do some research then. I'll ask Herm..." that time, Ron just remembered than Hermione also had stopped speaking to him. He conveniently forgot that it was him who refused to talk to her first.
"You fool! Hermione is Malfoy's friend now! We can't ask her to research about it, she won't believe us," Ginny said. Ron was very angry now. That Malfoy git had taken everything from him. First he had Harry. And now, Hermione. He balled his hands into fists.
"We have to do it ourselves and prove who is right," he said resolutely.
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That night, two days before full moon, Malfoy Manor was eerily quiet. The Death Eaters that usually roamed around, were already off to bed (whether in their own house or somewhere in the manor) or went to wherever the Dark Lord wanted them to go. Lucius Malfoy was also absent from his own home tonight, along with the Dark Lord and Bellatrix Lestrange, did something she didn't want to know.
Narcissa Malfoy, the Lady of the Manor, however, sat alone in the library read another old tome. She had been doing it for hours. No Death Eaters dared to question why. She was the wife of the Dark Lord right hand man, after all. They just assumed she did some research for their cause. Oh, if only they knew the truth.
Narcissa sighed as she read another nonsense in the book on her lap. Most of the books on the topic Dumbledore wanted her to research were full of fairy tales, myths, and old folklores. She didn't know exactly why she had to research about reincarnation and vampire Inheritance and mating habit. The letter from Severus didn't explain it clearly. She understood that; with Lucius and the Dark Lord constantly on her neck, she had to be careful with her letters. She just knew that all of them had something to do with her baby boy. The vampire things were surely about Draco. So, even though she thought that the topic were absurd (vampire mating habit? Oh please...), she still did it dutifully. Not for Dumbledore, but for Draco.
She stood up and stretched her lean body. She then summoned a house-elf to ask for refreshment. The blonde haired lady thought that it was okay to take a break from her research for a bit. She thanked the house-elf for the tea and lemon cookies, her favorite, and walked to the window. She sat on the window seat and looked at the serene scenery of Malfoy's east garden; the place where she and little Draco usually spent their time. In that happier time, she would sit on the bench under the big umbrella while Draco was running around laughing and playing cat and mouse with the house-elves, and sometimes with Theodore.
Draco.
She sighed on more time. Her beautiful son, Draco. Narcissa loved the boy very much and tried to raise him as a normal boy as she could under Lucius ever watchful eyes. She didn't want him become like his father. Cold hearted, cruel, and so aloof she doubted he could love at all. She also didn't want Draco follow his father's steps to join the Dark Lord forces. She along with Severus tried to teach Draco, and Theodore when they still played together, about the Dark Lord behind Lucius back. His cruelty, his cold heart, and his twisted believe. She tried to teach her only son that pureblood was not better than anyone. That muggle was not animal and being muggleborn was not a disgrace.
She was so glad that while Lucius tried to make him a perfect pureblood, Draco still had his good heart and never wanted to join the Dark Lord, though he had been a snob and arrogant little boy. She still worried though. Lucius sure wanted his heir to follow his step to become the Dark Lord's servant. And the Malfoy patriarch would do anything to make Draco a Death Eater. And then, when Draco became a vampire and stronger than his father, she could breathe a little easier. Of course the Dark Lord wanted Draco twice as much after that, but at least, Lucius couldn't make Draco by himself.
Now that Draco was in Severus custody, she believed that he was safe. And if what she heard from Death Eater meetings that Draco had a relationship with Harry Potter, she was more than relived. She knew Harry Potter would protect her son whatever cost for she knew that Dark Lord would do anything to get Draco.
Narcissa sighed and stood up, ending her musings and going back to work. Now, she would help as much as she could for Draco's survival and Harry Potter's victory over the terror that had invaded her home.
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Lord Voldemort sneered at the writhing body in front of him. His wand had been sending Cruciatus Curse to that pitiful man for a full minute. The blonde haired man wailed and screamed in agony but the Dark Lord just ignored that. He hated failure and the man was a failure. The failed raid last day was not helping his currently dark mood.
Finally, after he deemed enough, he pulled the curse off of the man. The man, had been objected with more Cruciatus than he could handle, had to be helped to stand by two bulky Death Eaters. He petted his familiar as he thought what to do. He wanted that man' son for various reasons.
First, the boy was the sneakiest and the smartest one of the Death Eater children. The most promising in his second generation of Death Eaters. Slytherin through and through. The elder Malfoy did a good job in raising that boy. He could be his lieutenant, Draco Malfoy.
Second, his unique inheritance. No one ever heard about a vampire that was born from Creature Inheritance. Voldemort knew that it must mean something. His vampirism must be special. He didn't know what that specialty was yet, but he wanted it. Not that he needed more vampires; he had enough rogue vampires locked in his dungeon. But this boy must have something more than normal vampire. More power. He wanted it. And he would have it.
Last, that boy involved with Harry Potter. From that Parkinson girl, he knew that somehow, Draco Malfoy had befriended that Potter boy. And maybe even more. He could use it. He could use Draco Malfoy to set a trap and lure Potter to that trap. He knew the raven boy tendencies to safe the one he loved. He used it once to get the prophecy and it had worked even though his plan was failed that last time because of that old coot. But he still could use it. And he would make a foolproof plan this time. He would use Draco Malfoy to bring the Golden Boy down.
"Wormtail," he said with his oh so evil voice. The shivering rat moved from his place to kneel before him.
"Yes, My Lord,"
"Your hand," he took the arm with his long and skinny fingers and pulled the clothes that covered it. He touched his wand's tip to the skull tattoo on that arm. The rat hissed in pain when Voldemort pushed his magic to that tattoo to summon his trustworthy spy.
In the next minute, Severus Snape apparated in front of the Dark Lord and kneeled. "My Lord," he said. The Dark Lord released the arm of the rat and didn't even watch when the Marauder's traitor hurried back to his original place among the other Death Eaters.
"Severus," Voldemort said and commanded the Potion Master to stand with a wave of his hand. "I heard that Draco Malfoy has fallen to your custody?"
"I don't know where you heard that, My Lord. But no, Draco is not in my custody. Dumbledore took him to the Order Headquarter as Harry Potter requested," Snape lied smoothly, not the Dark Lord knew of course. "The boy has established a romantic relationship with Potter," he added with a disgusted sneer.
"Ah..." the Dark Lord, in the other hand, smirked with the news. If Potter dated the vampire boy, his plan would be more effective. "And the chance you can bring Draco Malfoy to me?"
"I am sorry, My Lord, I think my chance to bring Draco is very small. Dumbledore may be still trust me, but Potter definitely not. He won't let me be alone with Draco. He is very protective of Draco and won't let Draco out of his eyes."
"Is that so?" the Dark Lord expected as much. So, he couldn't use Severus. No matter, he thought, I still have a way. "Fenrir, I have a mission for you."
A.N. It's just an interlude, i'm afraid. But I just think that we need to know what other people do or think. Narcissa finally made an appearance! I love her too much to not give her a little scene. lol.
Anyway, tell me what you think about this one. I, for one, love the one about the Zabinis. They are just soooo vain! Lol. So, Theo's gay! Whom do you want me to pair him with? And what do you think Voldemort will do with the aid of Fenrir? Tell me..
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