Previously on Harry Potter 19 years later:

Albus took a minute to figure out what he said, but Rose got it. "This all makes sense! Dean and Le'mal are working together. Le'mal was new this year, so that means probably Dean helped him get the job. They must have been writing the letters to confuse us into thinking something completely different!"

Scorpius cleared his throat. "Erm, at the beginning of the year, I heard a female voice call out to me."

they heard the door open.
Walking in was Professor Le'mal and Professor Dean

Kingsley frowned, "What are you talking about, Horace?"
"I'm sorry good friend," Slughorn raised his wand, "Stupefy!"
Kingsley Shaklebolt fell to the ground stunned.

Albus, Scorpius, and Rose stood in front of Professor Le'mal and Professor Dean. Both; had their arms crossed acrossed their chests.
Albus being the brave one; spoke out first:

"After we got done talking to the Headmaster, we heard someone crying and screaming. So we, Scorpius Rose and I, decided to check it out, so we followed the voice to here."

Rose nodded, "Yeah, but when we opened the door there was nobody here. So we started to check the stahls to make sure someone wasn't hurt."
Scorpius nodded in agreement.

Le'mal furrowed his brows. "Zo, yoh 'eard someone crying? Zo yoh followe' zhem her'?" Le'mal nodded looking around the bathroom, "Funny, I zee no one... Except zwee stoodents gettin' detentionz."

Professor Dean bumped Le'mal's shoulder. "Hey, don't be too on the kids."

Le'mal looked at his friend, "Zhey weel ghet detentionz."

Dean shrugged. "Fine, but I want Miss. Weasley to serve her detention with me." His eyes roaming hungrily over her eleven year old body.

Rose felt violeted, and scooted herself closer to Scorpius who put his arm around her protectively.

Le'mal laughed. "Eet looks like Miztar Malfoy doozn't like yorh idea Acuzio." He stated, poking Dean's chest.

"So, we have detentions?" Inquired Albus.

Le'mal and Dean stopped laughing, and Dean said annoyed:

"Yes. Tomorrow night at 7:30. You and Mr. Malfoy are serving it with Professor Le'mal and," Dean looked at Rose, "Miss. Weasley will be serving it with moi."

Scorpius growled:

"Why can't she serve it with us? Albus and I."

Le'mal sniffed. "Becuz, eef she serves eet wiff yoh, yoh won't get anyzing doone. Jus' talking."

Dean waved Le'mal off. "Well tomorrow night you three will serve the detentions, but now it is wise for you to get going to class."

The trio nodded and shuffled out the door. Rose, being the last one out, looked back at the professors. Le'mal was still looking around the bathroom, and Dean smiled at Rose and mouthed;
"See you tomorrow night."

Rose shuttered and ran outside.

The Headmaster bounded Kingsley Shacklebolt in a magical rope. He was still out cold.

Slughorn, after he had hid the body in his broom closet, wiped his forehead with a purple satin handkerchief.

He then sat down on his big gold chair in front of his desk.
Slughorn looked at the goblet filled with pumpkin juice in front of him, and picked it up hesitantly; as if it was going to explode.

Feeling quite parched, he took a taste of the orange liquid.
After five minutes, he realized he didn't implode so he drank the rest of it hastily. After he had gulped it down, he threw the goblet at the wall. The glass being magical, didn't scratch or even dent.

Slughorn fiddled with his hands nervously. Every breath he breathed made his moustache flutter under his nose. He needed to tell somebody.

He needed somebody to know that he was being forced. Forced to stun the Minister, and forced into saying that he couldn't fire any of the professor.

But the thing is; he didn't know who was forcing him. The last thing he remembered was receiving a bottle of Firewhisky, and then he would do things he couldn't even control.
It was like someone was controlling his every thoughts. He couldn't even think right anymore.

He wanted it to end.

Slughorn opened one of the drawers and took out a silver dagger.

He took out the dagger from the slip and held it to his throat. But before he could bo anything, he uncontrollably threw the knife at the wall.

The silver dagger impaled the wall, its end sticking straight out.

Slughorn exhaled sadly.

It would never end.

*A/N*

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Dean is really creepy isn't he?

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