K15: So there's a couple chapters I wanted to do. And most of them dealt with Pamela spending more time with other characters.
Fred: Other than me.
Me: Yeah. So enjoy the chapter I finally did decide on. Later. K15
Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own Harry Potter.
Dedication: SullieBee for telling me to get my butt moving on the next update.
Pamela smiled as she walked closer to the blonde wizard that was sitting at the table. She was surprised to see both George and Harry sitting there with Draco. George stood up quickly and pulled out her chair. She thought to what day of the week it was. After realizing it was Thursday, she had no reason to worry about George leaving Fred in charge of the shop by himself.
George returned to his seat and placed the napkin on his lap as a tray of breadsticks were brought out. The four of them agreed to meet at this small Italian restaurant in Honey Lane—in Boston—to discuss about Chase and how he escaped and what was going on. The four of them also agreed to not informing Fred about this decision, since he was already a little too protective of Pamela.
"We've ordered some Butterbeer as well as a tray of ravioli for each of us," said Harry, before Pamela could ask what was for lunch.
"It wasn't hard to realize what you liked with Weasley here," Draco sneered. "He seems to know everything about you."
Harry was surprised to see Pamela smile at Draco for this comment. Usually, she was correcting Draco for calling George by his surname. It must had been all the time the two spent while Draco was in America. While the two weren't best friends, they had come to an understanding.
George took a sip from his water glass. It pained him to sit in a Malfoy's company without either making fun of him or trading snide comments with one another. He then brushed his too long red hair out of his face and turned to Pamela.
"Has he attempted to contact you in anyway?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Not really, with mid-term at the school, I have just sort of forgotten about it all," she answered truthfully.
Harry shook his head as the waiter set the plate of food down in front of each of the people. He took the mozzarella cheese from next to him and began to sprinkle it on. His emerald green eyes never once left the waiter. After wishing them to have a good meal, the waiter slumped off. He was looking for some really good gossip apparently. And Harry knew, from finishing his Auror training, that talking about cases as sensitive as this one was not to be gossip. There was always a chance the wrong person could hear it.
Draco's silver blue eyes sparkled a little bit. "I have yet to contact Granger and inform her of the plan."
"But I'm sure there's a lot of other things you've been doing with Hermione," Pamela said, then stuffed a ravioli in her mouth.
George choked on his food and looked at Draco—who was now turning a slight shade of pink. "You've…"
"We are here to talk about Chase," said Harry sternly.
George nodded and shifted around in his seat. Fred and him had talked it over a couple of times. This was the meeting that George was going to try to convince Harry to change plans. He pushed around one of the cheese ravioli, refusing to meet the eyes of the other three at the table.
"I think using Draco is a bad idea," George said suddenly.
"What?" Pamela questioned, trying to raise her voice. It went up a little bit before she took a calming breath in. "The plan is flawless, use a Death Eater to capture a Death Eater."
Draco crossed his legs and sat back in his chair. "I've got the most money next to Potter here, but since Potter is a Mudblood loving person."
"You're in love with Hermione," Harry bluntly said.
George put up his hands, trying to avoid any confrontation. "Wouldn't it be a little suspicious if Malfoy came out and suddenly had Pamela in his hands?"
Pamela offered one of her male best friends a smile. "I'm fine."
"You don't even have a wand!" he accused. "You can't protect yourself properly."
She hung her head in shame, releasing a sigh. The conversation came to a stand still as the two other boys looked at Pamela. Harry was the first to speak after it. "It's not Pamela who is being thrown to the Devil," he started, "It's Hermione."
"Are you okay with this, Potter?" Draco asked, taking a sip of his wine.
"No, I'm not okay with my best friend being thrown to the Devil. Who knows what could happen?"
Draco nodded. Again conversation stopped. George felt like all eyes were on him. He needed to come up with the alternate plan, the one that got Pamela to his flat, the one that put her into Chase's harm, and away from the safety of her friends and family.
His green-blue eyes met her dusky blue eyes. For a moment, they were on the same page. Thinking about a way to keep everyone out of danger they cared about. And then there was this Light. The Light was supposed to bring power and chaos—the same Light that held the power of the Ancients. He had learned long ago, not to mix lore with reality. But since Harry had come into his life, lore and reality was fused together.
"I think that maybe," Pamela began cautiously, "We take the time and actually plan out it. You know as a group, between Harry and I we could probably figure out who—"
"I think we should reconvene at my flat." That was easier than George had thought. "Just give us a couple of weeks, Katie is out of town for a couple of Quidditch Games."
"And homework," she said. "I've got a ton of it now!"
Harry glanced up at the blonde wizard sitting across from him. "What is your opinion, Draco?"
The wizard in question blinked a few times as did George. The Boy-Who-Lived was actually asking what Malfoy thought. He was being treated as an equal. George shook his head, he was not ready to treat Malfoy as an equal—not after all the trouble he had caused the Weasley family.
"I think we should focus on getting the Mudblood a wand," he answered.
"Pamela?"
"Oh shut it, Pureblood," she snapped at him. "I will get my wand when I am ready."
"How are you doing your advanced Charms?"
"I dropped out," she answered. "Without a wand, there's not point of continuing on right? It's just what my mother wanted."
George knitted his eyebrows together. She was giving in, refusing to fight for what she wanted. His eyes glanced up and down a couple of times before realizing that him and Fred were doing the same thing. They were giving into what Chase wanted, and Chase wanted Pamela—whether it be dead or alive, he was still unsure.
Suddenly, she stood up and excused herself. Without so much of another word, she left the restaurant, only leaving behind what she felt like she owed the boys for their little lunch meeting.
"I think we hit a sour note," Harry guessed. George and Draco shrugged. "Why the sudden change? You and Fred were a hundred percent behind this plan."
Again, George shrugged. "I just think it would be easier if we weren't endangering everyone. Chase could kill us all with a flick of his wand."
"So could I," Draco added. "But I won't. Even I'm not that power crazed. You mentioned something about a Light, Weasley?"
"It's supposed to be the ultimate weapon. Guarded by a Pureblood family, and holding the power of the Ancients," he explained.
Draco thought on it a moment. "Binns mentioned something about it. Mind you when he wasn't babbling on about Goblin Rebellions," he remembered.
Harry raised an eyebrow. George chuckled, "You actually paid attention?"
"Some of the times. He said that it was buried deep within the Catacombs of Rome," Draco continued on. "Wizards placed it there—"
"According to Pamela, it was person."
"Who said that that person wasn't a wizard or witch and still isn't alive? Or does it have to be a person who is a living soul and a healthy body?" Draco barked. "For all we know, this person could be decaying and smell like maggots."
Harry chuckled. "Then why Pamela? Couldn't Chase just run a search in one of the countries Ministries? Why go through all this trouble?"
The three sat quietly. None of them were Hermione Granger, and answers couldn't pop into their heads at the speed of light. George thought about what Fred had told his twin brother. It had been passed down from female generation to female generation. "What if…" started George slowly, "Pamela knows the person? Remember when we first met her?"
"Yeah, that crazed spazz with the braids?" Harry chuckled, using his girlfriend's term. "She said—"
"You two can't keep secrets from me, what is it?" Draco demanded, when nether of the boys talked. "What did Pamela say?"
"She said she took a Mythology class," George finished. "I bet you she got to see the world, including Ancient Egypt, Ancient Greece, and Ancient Rome."
"Meaning she got to meet people from that time period," Harry finished. "She must have kept in contact with one of them. It shouldn't have been that long ago. Hermione has known Pamela for six years—give or take—and they really didn't lose contact."
Draco tapped his hand nervously. "You know the only creatures that would be alive at that time would be Vampires, correct?"
Harry and George gulped. Laws between the Wizarding World and the Magical World were two different set of laws. If one had knowledge of something that could destroy the other half, they were allowed to withhold that until the very last second if necessary. If Vampires were involved in this, then there was a good chance that the Light would not be handed over so easily.
"I think it's safe to say, that this is out of our hands," Harry told them. "The Ministry has to be involved and the Auror office needs to take over this."
"You can't."
"And please inform us why we can't?" Draco asked.
George shook his head. He looked at the clock up on the wall, and quickly muttered, "I've got to help Fred with the shop." The only sound left was a loud Crack, and George was gone where he once stood.
The smirk that crossed Harry's face could almost rival the one on Draco's face. Draco left the amount of pay for the four meals and scooped up Pamela's money. He wouldn't have a female pay for anything as long as he had money and was in her company.
"I take it you're thinking the same thing I am, Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to visit Severus," Draco confirmed. "I'm sure that he could brew Veritaserum."
"It will take a full moon cycle," Harry recalled. "Unless he has some on hand, threatening students who are annoying him." Both boys smirked once again and Disapparated on the spot.
K15: Okay, so I decided that I need to keep track of what I'm doing with this story. Because I had to reread to see what I had already done with it.
Fred: Yup, that took her most of yesterday.
Me: Yeah, so I have the next chapter partially written. I'm hoping to update once more before I go back to college on the 15th.
Fred: So, look for at least two updates.
Me: Yeah! Anyway, don't forget to review! Later. K15