It was a quiet Friday afternoon, no classes and plenty of free time, the gang, that is, Gerrod, Hermione, Historia, Draco, and Nermaius, all learned that Harry had been appointed as the Gryffindor's newest and youngest Seeker. The gang were, at first, thrilled, but immediately turned sour, very annoyed with the fact that the rules were being bent for Harry Potter. To which they mercilessly made fun of him for. They knew that someone had to be pulling strings and bending the rules as First Years weren't allowed to play Quidditch until their Second Year. Of course, thankfully, the news that Harry had made Seeker is still a secret, how it happened was known by only a few.
Harry had told the gang that when Ron stole Neville's Remembrall during Flying Class, he had caught it when the red-haired boy had thrown it in a random direction, apparently Professor McGonagall saw him catch it and decided that he'd make an amazing Seeker. What were the chances? The gang's hatred for the Weasley grew even more once they found out from other Slytherins that Weasel Boy bullied Neville for being inept at Magic when he himself was almost just as bad.
Lunch was quite boring, Harry and Nermaius were talking about Quidditch, with the gang seated around the Slytherin table, Quidditch was one of the few things that could get the oddly quiet boy to open his mouth. As the gang was speaking of random things, their classes, Quidditch, Spell work, and homework, Owls came flying through the Great Hall. Each of the Four Houses received many letters from their parents or friends, save for the Grindelwald Children. Gerrod noticed that Slytherin's Owls were much sleeker, prettier, and defined, the letters they carried were also of higher quality.
"It seems, Mother and Father have sent their Approval Letter of our Sorting." Hermione said to her Brother. The letter read;
My Dearest Daughter,
Congratulations on your Sorting. First of all, Hermione, while I am a little disappointed in finding out you are not in Slytherin, I am still very pleased to find out you were Sorted into Gryffindor. At least it isn't Hufflepuff, I could not lived with the shame and humiliation it would bring us.
Hermione laughed.
I hear you have also made friends for the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, is that correct? If it is, I employ you to build on that friendship, who knows, perhaps a marriage between the two of will should come from it.
Hermione's face formed with disgust of the thought of marriage.
Though I am only joking, Daughter, I would rather dance in the public streets wearing nothing but my undergarments before letting you get married. In the subject of this, if I find out that you have found some boy or that some boy is trying to court you, I will personally come to Hogwarts, beat him up and have you transferred to either Durmstrang Institute or Beauxtbatons Academy, maybe even have you learn abroad.
All in all, congratulations, I and your Mother have sent you a present from the Vaults.
Wear it with pride,
Your Father, Lord Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Malfoy of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
Hermione closed the letter and opened the package which came with the letter her Father had sent, no doubt that Mother sent Draco a letter as he was her favorite, which she didn't mind. Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was very protective of both her children, even though she never showed as often as she should have. She preferred to not be in the spotlight and work from the shadows, completely opposite of Lucius who thrived as the center of attention, it was probably why their marriage worked.
Opening the small package, Hermione found a necklace, though nothing of it spoke ordinary, it was rather... odd. The necklace had a small note with it;
For you my sweet girl. To make up for the time I will never have with you.
Your Mother, Asphaira -
Hermione's Mother's last name was blurred out, the ink had smudged.
The writing was elegant and simple, beautiful in its own plain way.
Hermione cupped her mouth with her hand is shock, starring at the words, such beautiful writing she told herself, the letter was now one of the three things she has to remember her by. The other two being a stuffed lamb toy and her Mother's wand, a peculiar thing, whose workmanship, even through the Malfoy's gold, was still unknown.
Draco noticed his Sister's expression and was concerned that Father had not approved of her Sorting but then he saw the small box with the necklace. What was wrong?
"You okay Mione?" He asked gently.
"I'm fine," she said, little did she know that a tear was running down her face.
"Hold still," Gerrod said, seated next to her, as he pulled a handkerchief and wiped her face with a soft touch, his face was stone, impassive.
"This is my Mother's necklace." Hermione said aloud, the statement was meant for Draco, who heard and became wide-eyed. Hermione lifted the piece of jewelry carefully from the box. Hanging by the silver chain, the gang now got a good look at it, drawing the attention of nearly the entire Slytherin table.
The ornament the necklace held was a coned vial, holding a clear, silver like liquid inside it. The liquid itself moved without thought, as if it were alive. Hermione herself felt drawn to it, she ran her fingers along the glass which held the liquid, staring at it as if its existence depended on her doing so. That is until a voice broke her concentration.
"No way!" A person said, Marcus Flint, a Fifth Year and Vice-Captain of Slytherin's Quidditch team. "Hermione, do you know what that is?" The girl shook her head no, a surprise to everyone as she knew almost everything. "That's a Vial of Soul Memories, what you're holding, are all the memories and the soul of the person in that vial. Whoever conjured that, used very dangerous Ritualistic and Blood Magic... Dark Magic." He said in attempt to warn the girl of what she was holding. "Be careful with what you do with that."
"How do you know that that's a, Vial of Memory Souls or whatnot?" Pansy asked curiously, all the table looked at him expectantly.
"Because the Flint Family specialized in such Magic, well, before it was banned by the Ministry." Marcus replied bitterly. He reached into his shirt and pulled out his own Vial of Soul Memories just like Hermione's, save that his was filled with black liquid. "These are the memories and soul of my Grandfather, he wasn't a good man, so the Liquid Memory and Soul are black. Whoever's Liquid Memories and Soul you have Hermione, they were as righteous as Lady Magic." Hemione breathed a sigh of relief when he said that. "Only way to see the Liquid Memories is with a Pensieve. Which I doubt any exist anymore, save for the one Dumbledore keeps locked away in his office." Gold can get you just about any kind of information, especially if given to the right person, Marcus Flint learned of the Pensieve from the Weasley Twins, Fred and George, though it costed him a hard price of 20 Galleons.
"Gerrod," the quiet Nermaius spoke, his voice startled everyone as it was so serious, most of the time it even and near monotone, sometimes cheerful, if you could call it that, but never serious. "You're going to want to read this." He extended the Daily Prophet to Gerrod, the headline in large, bold letters.
"Will I like it?" Gerood asked, half amused as he took the paper.
"Definitely not." Nermaius replied, still serious.
"Must be serious if you aren't joking around." Says Gerrod as he reluctantly reads the day's news; the headline shocked him, though he kept his face calm and in control.
Dark Lord and Lady at Hogwarts?
It has come to the attention of the Ministry by a very reliable source, though they wish to remain anonymous for their own safety, that the Grandchildren of Dark Wizard and terrorist, Gellert Grindelwald are attending Hogwarts.
Parents have to wonder if the Ministry has gone off rails, why are they allowing the blood of Dark Wizards to educate themselves at our illustrious Hogwarts? One has to wonder is Minister Fudge is losing his touch and that a new Minister should be appointed as there's reason to believe his public ratings and standings will drop significantly due to this unfortunate and unseen blunder.
The Source says that their names, the Grindewald Children, are Gerrod, pronounced as jer and rod, and Historia Grindelwald. What's is more devastating and disturbing, is that the Source also claims that they are supposedly FRIENDS with the Boy-Who-Lived.
That's right folks, the Source claims that Grindelwald's Grandchildren are FRIENDS with the Savior, the one and only Harry Potter. Who, has become and still is, the number one bachelor, Lord Potter will be turning 13 on July 31st. Meaning in exactly, after his Thirteenth Birthday that is, three years, the Boy-Who-Lived will have to be married on his Sixteenth Birthday or during his time as Sixteen before turning Seventeen. This is accordance to Wizarding Law, that once he marries, he has until his Twentieth Birthday to produce an heir for the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter.
More detail on Harry Potter on Pages 2 and 3.
More details on the Grindelwalds on Page 6.
By Rita Skeeter,
Head Journalist of the Daily Prophet.
"That... that... that harlot," Hermione seethed indignantly as she finished reading her copy, Gerrod was impassive as always, he didn't care, but she did. "I need a quill and piece of parchment, now." She commanded in a tone which gave no room for argument. As soo as she received what she wanted, every student slowly back away from her as they felt her Magic slowly leak from her body, burning some and pushing others to their knees.
Dearest Father,
I am going to make this short and simple.
By the time you are to receive this you'd already have read that distasteful article called the Daily Prophet and the things that are being said about Gerrod and Historia. To put it short, they're my friends. Furthermore, I have found a curious interest in Gerrod, there's something about him which baffles me, though I suspect he knows, hopefully I'm just being paranoid, if he does, he's probably feigning ignorance. But I don't care, I wish to see where it'll lead me and what it is I feel, perhaps this is just a first love's attraction and an irrational thought of my mind. I shall write to you if anything develops.
And so I ask of you to get rid of this harlot of a journalist for the Prophet. I don't care how. I hate her, and she'll only cause trouble if I do somehow end up in a relationship with Gerrod.
I know I ask a lot of you Father, if you will not do it for me, do it for the future of our family, for I fear that this woman will be crucial in the hardships we could face in the future, if she is not rid of right away.
Your ever-loving Daughter,
Lady Hermione Malfoy, Lady Heiress of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Malfoy of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
PS. Thank you so much for Mother's necklace, words cannot describe much it means to me.
Hermione folded the parchment three times before standing up and announcing where she was going. "I'm going to the Owlery. Be back soon." She walked off.
"The rest of us are probably going to head to the Common Rooms or Quidditch Field!" Gerrod yelled to her, receiving a hand wave, confirming that she heard. As soon as Hermione took the hallway to the Owlery, "Follow her." He commanded, Nermaius nodded and walked away, Harry was confused with what they were doing. Gerrod whistled to the other Slytherin boys whose heads perked up at attention, they moved across the table and huddled around Gerrod and Draco. "Let's get one thing clear, the Weasel Boy, is a pain in arse. And what do we do with pains? We get rid of them." The boys nodded, Harry finally realized what was going on, Historia eyed him with an amused look. Gerrod noticed Harry's apprehensive look. "We're not killing him, if you're wondering that Harry." The boys and now girls, who had joined to see what was happening, looked at him as if he were insane.
"Sorry," Harry said, "but in my defense, a really poor choice of words."
"Noted," Gerrod answered casually waving Harry's concern away with his hand. "Draco has told me that, well actually, why don't you explain, hmm?" He looked expectantly at the blond boy.
"He insulted my family's honor and called my Sister, some, very unpleasant things. I wish and want retribution." Draco said as vaguely as he could, because if he didsay what Ron had actually said, there would be no stopping the Slytherin boys from having an all-out war. "I want him humiliated, as Heir Apparent of House Malfoy it is my duty to uphold the honor of my blood. I don't care how we humiliate him, so long as he isn't hurt physically or killed." The boys nodded to the agreement, the girls raised the brows in interest, what had the Weasel Boy said to rile up Slytherin's Prince?
"We could ask Lady Magic and Hogwarts for justice?" Daphne suggested. "That way it won't be traced back to us."
"Yes, but what are the chance of it working?" Draco asked.
"Quite high, if your cause is just, Lady Magic and Hogwarts will listen and help." Marcus Flint explained. "I myself have asked Lady Magic and Hogwarts for justice against my enemies, its worked, but only if the cause if just and pure. If it is for revenge or some petty quarrel against another, they will not listen."
"So only if the cause is just?" Gerrod asked to which Flint nodded in response. "Tell them," he told Draco, "let them judge if it is a pure cause or petty revenge."
"Alright," Draco sighed heavily. Twelve years of age and already dealing with House responsibilities. How he hated it. "The Weasel Boy called my Sister... a Mudblood." There was a collective, intense, inhale, followed by every Slytherin present at the makeshift meeting to look at the laughing red-haired boy, stuffing his face with food at the Gryffindor table.
"What's a... you know," Harry asked careful to not say it as he could tell it was an offensive term.
"The term is an insult of one's Blood Legitimacy, it is also an insult for Blood Supremacists to Bastard Children, children born out of wedlock." Flint explained darkly, his hands coiled in a hard fist. "There aren't many left, not after the First Wizarding War with You-Know-Who, the term was created for all the Rape Children that were born during the First Wizarding War. And there were many, it was a term to label their value to the equivalence of dirt. To the Blood Supremacists, they were nothing." The mood around the Slytherin table became dreadfully grim and hostile. Which a Professor noticed.
"Hey, McGonagall watching us, let's take this to the Common Rooms." Historia commented quietly, "Don't look up Harry." Harry almost lifted his head, but the words stayed him. "Let her think we haven't noticed."
"Agreed," Gerrod said, "let's go." The Slytherin's scattered. "So Flint, I heard Quidditch Practice is in a couple day, mind if I come and practice myself? I have an itch to fly on a broom." Flint caught the meaning behind Gerrod's words; pretend they were talking about Quidditch and their plans for the Season.
"Course, I don't mind, we can book the field and have some of the First Year Slytherins ride on some of our brooms to see if we have any hidden talents." The Vice-Captain said loudly.
"For a person siding with the Light, he sure is a bigot." Daphne said quietly to Pansy.
"Tell me about it," Pansy muttered back. "And my Father almost made an Engagement Contract between me and him."
"No!" Daphne exclaimed.
"What?" Historia asked the two as she was catching up from talking with her Brother with the hoard of Slytherins.
"That Daph almost had an Engagement Contract with the Weasel Boy." Pansy with disgust. "That thing has less grace than an ogre." Historia's mouth gaped. "Yeah, I know right, talk about a mindless brute."
"Are you sure the Weasel Boy isn't one?" Daphne pondered rhetorically. The Slytherins reached the hidden wall to Slytherin's Common Room. They all entered with the Upperclassmen standing at the sides keeping a lookout for any, snoopy Griffs. How they would love to be able to mess up the Slytherin rooms. "Hey Draco, where's Hermione?"
"Owlery, Nermaius is keeping an eye on her." Draco said, taking a seat on one of the expensive looking sofas. "Didn't you hear her say that?"
"Nope." Daphne said with a pop to the 'p.' Draco shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey why don't we prank the entirety of the Griffs as a whole?" Marcus asked the now settled in Slytherins. "We can have a message calling out the Weasel Boy, it'll ruin his reputation and we wouldn't have to bother Lady Magic or Hogwarts. Though they most likely already know."
Draco was about to say something when the entrance to the Slytherins opened. Professor Snape had entered, his face full of suspicion and weary. "Imagine my surprise as I found out from Professor McGonagall that my students were having a public meeting and then went off in a hoard to the Slytherin Common Rooms." His voice was filled with a slight menace and much annoyance. "I trust you have a very good explanation and reason."
"The Weasel Boy called my Sister a Mudblood." Draco's voice was thick with hatred and as cold as ice. Snape's eyes narrowed just the slightest.
"Did he now?" Snape's question was more of a lingering statement. "He should know better than to insult my Goddaughter." Harry's eyes widened quite a bit when Snape revealed that fact. Though none of the Slytherin's seemed fazed, it seems they already knew, that or they were very good at hiding their emotions. "I expect retribution and justice done. Should it not please me, I will personally take matters into my own hands. Understand, Draco?" With that, Snape left with the dramatic flourish of his cape in the air. With the threat in the open, the Slytherins worked harder to see justice done. While the Weasel Boy deserved punishment, no one should ever deserve or come face the wrath of the Severus Snape.
And after hours of planning, methodical and meticulous scheming, disagreeing and agreeing, they had their plan.
"Alright, let's get this straight." Draco began to recite the plan. "We have the girls distract Hermione, have the Great Hall Enchanted shut, and go all-out war with the Griffs?" The Slytherins nodded in agreement. "To think that a couple of hours ago, we were planning on a non-violent plan." He mused, eyes sparkling with amusement but then they darkened. "Take out anyone who helps the Griffs. Non-lethal Spells."
"No mercy for the Weasel Boy." Marcus Flint announced boldly and loudly.
"No mercy!" They all shouted back. A paper sparrow flew into the Common Room, courtesy and a specialty of Nermaius, and landed next to Draco, it unfolded itself to reveal a message. The Common Room silenced itself.
"Hermione's coming." Draco said. "We'll do this tomorrow. Spread the word, and do some undermining." The all nodded in agreement, Saturday would be the best day to pull of their plan. Everyone was free and it allowed the word to spread throughout Slytherin on what was going happen.
Saturday came faster than anyone had expected, especially the Griffs, they could feel the Magic tingling in the air. It was a warning, that something way about to happening, given that many, if not all the Slytherin students were leaking Magic from their body, the Griffs had a good idea what the danger they felt in the air was coming from. Tensions ran high, nothing happened at breakfast, there weren't many Slytherin who were awake to take on the early bird Gryffindors. Not that it mattered, rewards come to those who are patient. And patient were the Slytherins, buying their time.
But they weren't inactive, no, they discreetly manipulated the playing field, paying off the Weasley Twins to not intervene. They were some of the best duelists, negotiating with Ravenclaw to unfortunately not be at lunch, even convincing some of the Puffs to turn on the Griffs.
Harry watched the Slytherins calmly and discreetly mumble to other students within the other Four Houses, from what he could tell, gold and material wealth can get a person anything. They just needed to learn how to spin their words. The Boy-Who-Lived watched as several coins were passed onto a Gryffindor, it seems a deal had been struck.
Harry had been told that if he participated, he'd have to fight for the Griffs. They, the Slytherins, couldn't have the public knowing that their Savior wasn't going to defend his fellow Housemates. And so the Boy-Who-Lived was brought into the fold.
Lunch was eerily empty, save for the Slytherin table in which nearly all were in attendance, a barely quarter full Gryffindor table, a near empty Ravenclaw, Nermaius and eight others were present for their House, and a half full Hufflepuff table. Cedric Diggory, the Slytherins found out, was leading then in defense for Gryffindor. He was the type of man whose honor was worth more to him than all the gold in the world, naïve Cedric was also a very good duelist despite being only in his Fourth Year.
Slytherin waited in silence, which McGonagall found very suspicious, though she could not do anything without probable cause. The Slytherin's were all watching the large clock above the entrance to the Great Hall. The hands struck twelve o'clock, and like that, a student from Gryffindor came rushing in, yelling about a fight on the Quidditch Field between Slytherin's team and Gryffindor's. McGonagall and Snape rushed out; Snape have a near unnoticeable smirk on his face as he did so. Minutes after the Professors left, Marcus Flint, indicated to the Weasley Twins, who were hiding behind the giant doors of the Great hall, to close them.
The other three Houses watched in confusion as the doors were Magically Charmed to close shut. A loud thump sounded as it Magically locked itself. The older Slytherins were discreetly casting Locking Charms onto in to reinforce the Twins' brilliant work.
"Ronald Weasley." Draco yelled, his voice resonating loudly. The red-haired boy stupidly decided to stand up. "Stupefy!" Draco flicked his wand at the boy who insulted his Sister. That Spell, triggered fight. Once the brave and courageous Gryffindors saw their Housemate get attack the stood in unison to defend them. The other Houses followed as well, though Ravenclaw were supporting Slytherin in this case, they were going to distract as much as Hufflepuff as they could.
Cedric Diggory led the Hufflepuffs in retaliation launching Spells into the air, trying to bombard the Slytherins as Griffinfor led a frontal attack. What they didn't know was that the Snakes prepared themselves for this scenario. They had dedicated Seventh Years cast the Shielding Charm in unison.
"Protego Maxima!" They shouted, an invisible wall in the air absorbed to plethora of Spells, Jinxes, Hexes, minor Curses and Charms fired their way. As the opposing Houses' Spells were being blocked, the Slytherin's retaliated with their own volley of Spells, attack both the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs at the same time. Ravenclaw, being unnoticed by the latter were discreetly shooting the Disarming Charm and other Spells at the Hufflepuff table, slowly withering down their forces.
The Slytherins were purposely not targeting Ronald Weasley, saving him for last as per Draco's request. While the Griffs fought courageously, they had neither the numbers nor the preparation the Slytherins did, and therefore were slowly but surely losing. Another reason was that Slytherin had also paid off some of Gryffindors best duelists, the Twins, Charlie Weasley, and nearly half of all of the Sixth and Seventh Years.
Marcus Flint blocked a Bat-Bogey Hex with a flick of his wand, he was a proficient duelist, able to do some wordless Magic and a few Spells wandless. He fired back the Body-Bind Hex, it darted across the room and hit a Gryffindor square in the chest, freezing them as they were like a stone statue.
Ron Weasley fired as many Stunning Spells as he could, they were sloppily casted and therefore did not affect his targets as badly as they should have. The Patil Sisters simultaneously blocked a Spell shot their way from a Seventh Year Slytherin, the Spell was so strong it shattered their Shielding Charm, albeit it was fairly weak due to their age and Magical immaturity.
Gerrod had been hit with several Stinging Jinxes, thankful they had several of the upperclassmen casting Healing Magic. Though the Magical residue of the Stinging Jinxes were gone, the affects still lingered. The Heir of Grindelwald fired several Expelliarmuses and Stupifies in rapid succession, he arched his back, bending like a bridge to dodge several fully powered Stunning Spells. Rolling to the left, he felt his left leg being hit by a Jelly-Legs Curse, his left leg drop lamely and acted like goo, wiggling and jiggling just like gelatin.
After several more minutes of intensive dueling, Slytherin defeated every Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, leaving poor Ronald Weasley the only one left. Harry Potter himself was knocked out, though in a gentler manner. Meaning a Seventh Year Stupified him, knocking him unconscious and several feet in the air while another casted the Cushioning Charm so he would hurt himself falling down. The Weasley was shaking in fear as he was slowly surrounded.
Draco walked up to him, Ron made no move to defend himself as he couldn't with several dozen enemy wands pointed at him. "This is for my Sister." Draco sneered, throwing his first at Ron, a squishing sound was heard, Ron reeled back in pain, his nose was dislocated. But Draco didn't stop there, he punched him again, and then a third time. A fourth time, a fifth time. The sound of the fist colliding with the face was sickening but satisfying.
As Draco lifted his fist to strike Ron for the sixth time a Stunning Spell finally ended the poor boy's misery. Draco angrily looked at the person who ended his vengeance. It was Gerrod whose face was as impassive as ever. "Justice, not revenge, remember?" Gerrod's voice was even and his stance told Draco that he would shot another Stunning Spell at him if he forgot what they were doing this for. "Do not stoop to his level."
The blond Malfoy breathed heavily, the other Slytherins were watching to see how the Malfoy Heir would react, will he pursuit vengeance or justice? Whatever he chooses, will determine their public and future opinion of him. Draco breathed heavily, looking at the bloody and unconscious boy beneath him, feeling the weight of the stares he was receiving from his fellow Housemates. He sighed reluctantly and got up, ignoring the temptation of pursuing further violence to satisfy his gluttonous pride, however much he wanted to do so.
"Thank you, Lord Heir for stopping me." Draco said to Gerrod, bowing low to his friend.
"Of course, Heir Apparent," Gerrod answered back with equal societal graces. Societal Pureblood manners dictated that if another Lord or Lady stopped another Lord, or Lady, from pursuing unrightful vengeance, the Lord or Lady who was stopped must publicly thank their stopper. It was considered a sign of respect that another Lord or Lady cared for their fellow societal equal enough to stop them from ruining their image and reputation. "It seems that the Professors are here." He commented dismissively. And here they were, McGonagall had dismantled the Charms and Enchantments on the Great Hall's two massive doors and entered with an angry expression.
Her face turned from angry to absolutely livid with the scene in front of her. "What has happened here?" She lividly said. Face absolutely shaking with furry.
"Forgive me, Professor McGonagall," Draco said with a voice of formality. "I was seeking justice for the slight Scion Ronald Weasley caused to the House of Malfoy." He stood straight, as an Heir of the Sacred Twenty-Eight should.
"And pray tell what he might have said to deserve this," McGonagall fiercely said, pointing her finger at the boy who was lying unconscious on the floor with his face covered with his own blood.
"He called my Sister a-" Draco stopped himself when he realized Hermione was standing right next to their Godfather. Snape discreetly shook his head, indicating him to not say. "Forgive me Professor McGonagall but I will not say what Scion Weasley said in the presence of my Sister." Professor McGonagall raised a brow, turning a round she had just noticed that Hermione Malfoy was indeed in their presence.
"Miss Malfoy, if you would kindly wait outside the Great Hall, please." Hermione looked to her Brother who gave her a look that told her not to question her. She nodded and walked herself out, not before hugging her Godfather, with him quietly whispering words of comfort to her. Once McGonagall saw that Hermione was gone she turned back to Draco. "Now, pray tell, Heir Apparent, what caused you to seek out such bloody retribution?"
"Scion Weasley insulted my family and named my Sister of Blood Adoption, a Mudblood, Professor." Draco's words were hard and clear, his voice echoed loudly in the silence. Several gasps of disbelief could be heard, they came from those who entered to see the end results of the fight. Mudblood. A word considered so socially improper, not even the most prejudiced Blood Supremacists would use it for fear of terrible retribution. They were shocked.
"I see," Professor McGonagall said, her voice filled with disbelief. "I will personally see to it that his Lord Father and Lady Mother are informed of this, you have my word, I will see to it that you receive Reparation Payments, on my Magic and honor, so mote it be." Magic swelled around McGonagall, confirming her vow. She took great care not to offend the Heir Apparent.
"That is not necessary, Professor." Draco said, waving his hand in dismiss. "House Malfoy wants nothing from House Weasley, a simple information to his Lord Father and Lady Mother would be sufficient enough."
"Very well, Heir Apparent," Professor McGonagall stiffly said, the Magic which bonded her, compelling her to fulfill her all she said in her promise, save Reparation Payments the Vow acknowledged which Draco declined to take. With that, the Professors left the shocked students. To think a fellow Gryffindor would say that to another student, no matter the House, was baffling.
Albus Dumbledore most certainly thought this when the news of the fight reached his ears. Though he did not believe it, Gryffindor were the people of the Light, it was a preposterous notion.
To be continued...
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