(A/N: Minor Character Death.)

Chapter Fifty Four

"And how am I supposed to make a cushion do the happy dance? What the hell does a cushion doing the happy dance look like anyway?" Harry asked exasperatedly.

"I dunno." Chris said with a sigh, and then, sounding so much like Professor Trelawny he said, "Just visualize it."

Harry glared at Chris before returning to the cushion. And to further infuriate Harry Chris orbed his computer to him and started playing Aqua's Cartoon Heroes very loudly and to Chris' surprise Hermione Granger, yes, our Hermione Granger, the 'insufferable know-it-all ' started singing along at the top of her lungs. So, with the music thumping, Chris and Hermione singing along, and Ron, Pansy, Raven and Draco giving the couple strange looks Harry Potter got frustrated.

Cartoon Heroes started its second run when Chris was hit in the face hit a flying pillow.

Besides looking a little surprised Chris grinned, "Yay!"

"Yay?" Harry asked.

"Yay! Now lets go eat!" Chris said.

"You're unbelievable." Harry sighed.

"So you keep telling me Harry, c'mon, I'm hungry!"

So, the Slytherin quartet and the Gryffindor quartet headed to the Great Hall for dinner.

Dinner itself was a nice affair, which was somewhat destroyed when the owls came flying in with the Evening Prophet.

Chris and Hermione went to unravel the paper when Chris' hand stiffened around the paper.

The vision was jerky, seven people in black hooded robes with masks were in the manor, his manor…

One lifted its mask, Lucius Malfoy.

"I'm Sorry."

He turned to his left and saw Bianca writhing on the ground, surrounded by the robed men.

"Stupefy!"

The world went black. When he came too again Bianca was lying still on the ground.

Dead.

Chris jerked his hand away from the paper, his eyes wide, "What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

Unrolling the paper to his horror he saw a picture of the Manor with the Dark Mark hovering over it.

"Oh God no…" he whispered.

"Chris," Harry asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's the Manor."

"The Manor?"

"Bianca's is dead."

"How do you-" Harry's question was cut off by the doors to the Great Hall bursting open.

From the second it took for Chris to look from the paper to the Phoenix in the doorway, he'd changed into his hunting clothes.

He ran over to the door, Shades stood there emotionless, "She's dead Chris."

"I know."

"I want vengence." He said coldly.

"I know that too."

"Who do we talk to?"

Chris flicked his hands and froze the hall, walking up to the teachers table he summoned a pen and paper before unfreezing Professor Snape.

"What is going on?" He asked.

"I want names." Chris snarled, "Of every person he sent to the Manor."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Chris' eyes narrowed coldly on his Potions Professor and suddenly a spasm of pain ran up Snape's spine, Chris leant forward, knuckles resting on the table, "I'm usually quite a patient person Professor. But one of my best friends was murdered, in my home," a copy of the paper landed in front of Snape, "And the Dark Mark was conjured above my home!"

"M-"

"I'm not done!" Chris snarled, "Now I know you're a part of the Death Eaters. And Lucius Malfoy's best friend, you and I both know he was there. And I want the names of the other six people, now. Because if you don't, I will make you wish you were facing down with Voldemort because the punishment Shades and I deal out will be a million times worse then anything that piece of shit could do!"

One look into those blazing emerald orbs and Snape knew the boy would carry on any threat he made. He picked up the pen and scribbled down a list of names.

"Thank you." Chris turned away, as he froze Snape again.

"What are we doing?" Shades asked.

"Some ground work."

He stood at the door and pulled out a small pouch, "Memory dust Chris?" Shades asked, "How the fuck is this going to work?"

He turned to face Shades, "If we're going to go get the people on the list, they," he gestured to the school, "Need to believe we weren't here."

He reached into the bag and pulled out some of the dust, raising it up he let out a breath that was more like a gust of wind and watched as the dust spread over all the tables and hung in the air. Turning them invisible he flicked his hands, unfroze them, and closed the doors.

"Lets go."

A swirl of blue orbs materialized in Malfoy Manor, "Chris?" Narcissa looked shocked, "Who's your friend?"

"Cissa, where's Lucius."

"Chris what's the matter?"

"What's the matter? Your husband murdered my sister!" Shades snarled.

Chris turned to Shades, "Shadow, let me handle this."

"Lucius was a part of the raid that resulted in Shades' older sister getting murdered." Chris said calmly, "Narcissa, the attack was carried out in my home in America, my home, now no harm will come to Lucius, you have my word. But I need conformation on my list."

She nodded, "Come with me." She turned to Shades, "I'm sorry for your loss."

Chris and Shades followed Narcissa into Lucius' study, Lucius looked up, "Why aren't you at school?" His eyes flicked over and widened when he saw Shades.

"Bet you didn't think you'd see me again?" Shades said coldly.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Chris placed the list in front of Lucius, "Are these the people who went to America with you?"

"Chris, I-"

Chris grabbed Shades' hand and wrenched the newly summoned athame out of her hand hissing, "Let me handle this."

"Yes, they are. But Chris, you can't just go and kill them-"

Chris smiled charmingly, "I never said I was going to kill them," he gestured to Shades, "He might though. I'll just make them kill themselves."

"What?"

Chris smirked, "Don't worry Lucius. And if scum bag asks why you're still alive…tell him I always leave one alive to tell the tale." He smiled, "After all, we are at war."

He kissed Narcissa's cheek, "Always lovely to see you Cissa."

Narcissa nodded, "You too, cousin. And Chris,"

"Yeah?"

"Be careful."

Chris smiled, "Always am Cissy." With that he and Shades orbed out and to her surprise ended up in the attic at the manor.

"What are we doing here?"

Chris kicked open a trunk and pulled out a pair of fingerless gloves and slid them on, "I need my play things Shades."

"Bianca is dead Chris!"

"I know that Shades, but, I need my play things…Wouldn't be any fun otherwise."

(A/N: Don't be mad at me! I'd been trying to find a way to bring out Chris' bad side again and it was either going to be Bianca, Shades or DJ. And Bianca's death works better then the one I'd done with DJ…so yeah…see you next chapter.)