For all my American readers, I'm from Britain. So I apologise if you don't understand some of the 'British Slang'. I also apologise to all my readers for the slow updates. I'm also sorry that my chapters are sometimes too long, I'm trying to get year one done ASAP so I can move on to year two. I'm going to try and keep this chapter nice and simple. If you have any questions or suggestions regarding this story, please DM me on insta (xAccioDumbassx) Hope you enjoy. -Accio x
Chapter Seven. The Midnight Duel
Amycus Carrow was pissed. Not pissed, livid
He read over the letter Severus had just sent him one more time.
His Heir was a Gryffindor.
There was no doubt in his mind that Albus Dumbledore had the Sorting rigged. There was no way that the hat would place the Carrow heir in any house other than Slytherin. It had already placed his eldest daughter in Hufflepuff, but he didn't fully care about the girl as much as he did his two sons. Taura was quite fond of her even after their kidnapping.
The healer made her way out of the bedroom in a hurry.
"Is she ok? Is Taura ok?" Amycus asked desperately. "And what about the baby?"
"Your wife is fine, Mr Carrow. And congratulations, you are the father to a beautiful and healthy baby girl,"
Amycus' eyes narrowed. "A girl you say?"
The healer nodded and smiled. "Would you like to see her?"
No. Amycus didn't. The child was useless. A girl couldn't help further the family name. And now he and his wife were stuck with a useless little vermin. The only thing that could save them now as if the child grew up somewhat beautiful. Perhaps attracting the attention of some Royalty-Like Pureblood family. Such as the Blacks, Notts or Lestranges. All of which we're expecting soon.
Nonetheless, the child was still a gift. Amycus knew this. Magical children were the rarest gifts in their world, female or not. Amycus just hoped that the girl wasn't a squib. Gods help them all if she was.
He wanted to say no. But he needed to see Taura, he needed to make sure she was alright.
Amycus nodded reluctantly and made his way towards the door with the healer leading the way.
His dear Taura lay on the bed in their suite, surrounded by towels and blankets. She was cooing to a blanket. Most likely the baby. Amycus' daughter. Amycus's useless daughter.
Amycus's face softened when he looked at his wife, frail, pale, thin and weak. Heavy bags had been a permanent feature under her sea-green eyes. It had been a tough pregnancy. And the thought of making her go through it again made his heartache. But it simply had to be done.
Taura smiled up at Amycus with a genuine smile. Amycus caressed her cheek. "You've been brilliant, love,"
"She's beautiful isn't she?" Taura hushed lightly.
Amycus looked down at the blob that had taken so much of his wife's energy that the healers were not even sure if she could survive the birth. He didn't see what Taura was talking about. He had been hoping for the child to at least inherit her mother's beautiful sea-green eyes. But no, they were black, much like his own. The child wasn't beautiful. But she wasn't ugly. She was plain.
"Yes," He replied to please Taura. It was the least he could do, agree with whatever she said to make her happy. This woman had been so willing to put her life on the line just for the sole reason of providing him with an heir. And as she had said just two days before, she would be willing to do so again. "What's her name?"
"I thought that we could decide together, she is your daughter also, after all."
Amycus nodded. "What do you have in mind? Darling,"
"There's two names I like," Taura started. "Keera… and Rosalind, but I already know that her middle name will be Petra, after my mother,"
Amycus wasn't completely smitten on either of the main two names, but he didn't entirely care. He wanted Taura to be happy.
"They're both lovely, so lovely that I can't choose." Amycus grinned.
Taura smiled and looked down at the wide-awake baby in her arms. "Rosalind, she looks like a Rosalind, don't you think so, Am?"
How could that child look like a Rosalind? She didn't even look like a human being. "Yes,"
"Rosalind it is then. Rosalind, Petra, Carrow,"
"Do you mind if we give her another middle name?" Amycus shocked himself by asking.
Taura looked up at him. "Why of course you can,"
"You named her after your mother, I was wondering if I could also name her after mine. My mother had made so much sacrifice for me and my sister, she protected us from our father's wrath,"
"Alright so, Rosalind Petra, Magpie, Carrow,"
Things had been better -gender-wise- the second time around, a year later, with his beloved son and heir, Boyet Eros Carrow.
It had all happened so fast. One minute Amycus, Taura and Rosalind had been sitting in the dining room of Carrows Creek (Their home) when all of a sudden a gasp rang through the room. It was Taura. The pain was shooting through her stomach. She had gone into labour two months early. This hadn't happened with Rosalind, she had been three weeks late.
And then there they were, the waiting room in Saint Mungo's hospital. Amycus was forced to wait outside the room once again, although this time -much to Amycus' dismay- he had a one-year-old Rosalind on his lap. Amycus wasn't used to taking care of his daughter on his own. Every time he picked her up she would scream bloody murder. Luckily, she was quiet at the moment.
Amycus wasn't sure if he could handle another girl. Amycus wasn't sure if Taura could handle another pregnancy. He prayed to the gods, for her sake as well as the family lines', that this would be a boy. A son.
The labour was long and stressful. The walls of the delivery room were charmed so that nothing could be heard from the outside. Rosalind was getting restless and Amycus ended up having to call the baby's house-elf to come and bring her back to her nursery in Carrows Creek. It wasn't long afterwards that Mrs Avery -Taura's mother- had arrived with her nose held high in the air. Amycus could tell that she was disgusted to be in the same building as half breeds and mudbloods.
The two waited for hours. Mrs Avery ended up returning to Avery Manor after a few of them. Amycus was alone yet again watching as healers rushed out of the delivery room, all of them too busy to answer at least one of his questions. This was torture.
It was an hour and forty-five minutes later when a healer finally came out of the room and approached him. Amycus scrambled to his feet immediately.
"Is- Is Taura alright? Oh please tell me that she's alright. I could never live with myself if she's de-"
"Relax, please, Lord Carrow. Your wife is just a bit tired at the moment, she's alright," The nurse smiled at what she was to say next. "And so is your son,"
Amycus stopped breathing for a second or two. "My son? I have a son?"
"Yes, he's small. So he might have to stay here for a month or two. He needs to grow properly. He was born two months early."
Amycus felt as though he might cry of joy. "Can I see my son?"
The nurse smiled.
"Yes, but only for a little bit. He needs to be put in a special baby bed to help him breathe and grow,"
She had hardly finished her sentence when Amycus stormed past her and into the room. There he saw Taura -who looked a lot more tired than she had after giving birth to Rosalind- lying on the bed with white sheets. He almost ran.
Taura had the largest smile on her face, tears in her tired eyes. She held the blanket that she was holding out a small bit so he could peek in to see what it was covering. It was a silent exchange.
Amycus' heart swelled. The baby was the smallest baby he had ever seen. Amycus had never felt such love for someone in his entire life, not even Taura. And definitely not Rosalind or Alecto.
He slowly bent down to caress the baby boy's frail cheek. He was beautiful in Amycus' eyes. So beautiful that Amycus couldn't even put it into words. Despite only being in his mother's womb for seven months, the small baby had a right head of ash brown hair.
"He's perfect," He murmured to Taura. Taura smiled weakly.
"I suppose you already have the name picked out, Ferdinand is quite a-"
"No, I will not name my son after that man, my father, I can't. So no family names, not this time," Amycus shook his head.
"Then what?"
Amycus thought for a bit. In the end, only one name seemed right.
"Boyet. His name is Boyet, Boyet Eros Carrow. Eros, after your father."
It was then young Boyet Eros Carrow opened his eyes to his mother and father. Amycus could have just burst into tears at the sight of his son's sea-green eyes. He was perfect. He was the Carrow heir.
Titus had been an accident. He was conceived when both Amycus and Taura had gotten too drunk at one of Regulus Black's birthday bashes. Amycus wasn't as fond of the boy as he was Boyet.
Titus had turned into a brat. This was due to the overprotective and coddling Taura.
Amycus just hoped that the Dark Lord would return soon. He wasn't sure if Titus could carry on the family name. He was also hoping that unlike Rosalind, who was in Hufflepuff, and Boyet, who was in Gryffindor, Titus would actually be in Slytherin.
Ally Price had never been the girl to break the rules. She had always been the most well behaved out of the five Price siblings. But tonight, Ally was not that girl.
She had fallen asleep on a couch in the Slytherin common room that night studying, although it wasn't like she could go back to her dorm room anyways, at least not when Millicent Bulstrode was there ready to hex her.
She was awoken when she heard the common room passage open. It was Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini. But where were they going? They were going to lose Slytherin more points.
Ally was horrified to see that ten minutes afterwards two more Slytherin boys called Reinhard and Dray arrived in the common room to leave. Ally watched them suspiciously. She couldn't allow this.
She did the only thing she could do at the time, she followed them.
When the two boys were out the passage and on the other side, Ally slipped through.
"Where do the two of you think you're going?!"
Back on her family's farm, Allison Price was always the bossy boots as well as the perfectionist. Whenever one of her older brothers, Shawn Price, would put Copperdust, an old mare, into the right stable instead of the left and Snowglobe, a young filly, into the left instead of the right she would always argue:
No, Cops goes in left, Snow goes in the right, it's orderly.
To which he would reply:
They're all cleaned out, what stable they go in doesn't matter.
Ally would nag so much he would end up swapping them around to keep his sister quiet. Allison would always be quite pleased, order was needed when it came to running a farm.
Ally knew that, due to her bossy personality, she probably wouldn't make many friends. Her family knew it too.
While she was over the moon about being able to do magic, she envied her four siblings for being able to stay home in the comfort of their own bedrooms in their family farmhouse in Copeland, Cumbria.
Reinhard and Dray flung round to see the source of the voice.
"You!? What do you want?" Dray growled.
"I want, to know what the two of you are doing going out after hours,"
"Will you hush?! Someone'll hear!" Reinhard spat.
"Answer my question!"
"What's it to you?" Dray shot back.
"You'll lose Slytherin points if you're caught!"
"You'd know all about losing points, Ally, wouldn't you?" Reinhard smirked. Ally glared.
Dray never thought he would ever meet a girl that annoyed him more than Kathryn Carp, a girl from his old school. But that was before he met Allison Price. And now here she was, standing in front of them with her arms crossed in a purple dressing-gown, trying to stop them from leaving their common room.
"I'll tell our prefect! I'll tell Percy, I swear I will!"
The two boys looked at each other. Reinhard couldn't believe somebody could be irritating enough to rival Clonny Naylor.
Reinhard scoffed. "Fine, you'll be the reason we lose points, we're not gonna get caught. So if we lose points it'll be all your fault, not ours,"
Allison's eyebrows furrowed. "But it's you who's goin-"
"C'mon, we better get going, Zabini and Nott'll come and get us themselves," Dray said to Reinhard. They both turned around."C'mon, we better get going, Zabini and Nott'll come and get us themselves," Dray said to Reinhard. They both turned around. Ally wasn't going to give up that easily. She followed them down the dungeon hall, hissing at them like an angry goose.
"Ok, listen," Reinhard started. "You go back to the common room-"
"No, you ha-"
"Oh for crying out loud will you just listen!" The chocolate brown-haired boy burst out. "You go back to the common room, we're not going far," He lied. "We're not going to get caught, besides, do you really care about Slytherin? I mean, there's no doubt in my mind that they hex you too,"
Allison's eyes narrowed. "If you get caught, you mustn't tell anyone that I knew,"
The two boys nodded. "Deal"
"Wha-Theo Nott… what do you two mean, duel him, what are you two going to-"
Rein and Dray both looked at each other. "Relax Fal. Nott and Zabini both challenged us to a duel, we accepted. Now, what are you two doing? Shouldn't you both be in the hospital wing?" Asked the blonde.
"Madam Pomfrey let us out to go back to our common room and go to bed," Fal replied. "But why on earth would you accept a d- somebody's coming,"
Rein and Dray flung around, Adhara clenched the slip of paper from Madam Pomfrey in her hand.
"Ugh!" Dray started to groan. Reinhard just started to rub his face with his free hand.
"The passage won't open," A bossy sort of voice spoke.
"Oh no," Falco murmured.
It was Allison Price.
"What do you mean the passage won't open?! Just say the password, it's Iggabog!" Reinhard cried softly as he waved his hand in frustration.
"It just won't open, I told it our password!"
"Well, maybe you're doing it wo-"
"Guys!" Reinhard interrupted. "It's almost midnight, Ally'll just have to tag along, she'll get caught outside otherwise,"
A look of horror spread across Ally's face. "Wh-What?"
"Oh come on! You're the one who followed us out, remember?" Dray grumbled.
Adhara and Falco were silent at the sidelines watching the three bicker. Allison noticed this.
"Them too?!"
"Wha- no! We were just coming back from the hospital wing!" Adhara finally spoke.
Ally looked at her sceptically.
"Yeah but, you're coming now, right?" Dray asked hopefully. "The more backup we get, the better,"
"No," The two Ravenclaws said in unison.
"Why ever not?"
"I'm not going to duel Nott! Are you mad?!" Adhara exclaimed.
"But what if they hex us or something!"
"Isn't that the whole point of a duel?"
"I mean, yeah. But if we're both unable to continue, you guys are gonna have to be the ones to take us back to our dorm rooms," Reinhard said as though it was the simplest thing in the world.
"That's all the more reason not to go!" Fal exclaimed.
"Please guys, just this once. I get it's just the first week but I promise that we'll never ask you to do something this big for us again. We'll owe you." Reinhard pleaded. Allison scoffed.
"Well I highly doubt that they'll be willing to-"
"Fine, we have the notes from Madam Pomfrey. Right, Adhara?"
"Fal!" Adhara gasped while Ally facepalmed. "We can't!"
"I know it seems a bit… daft, Dara. But don't worry, we won't get caught" Dray said.
"How could you possibly know that?!" Ally exclaimed.
Reinhard and Dray both shrugged.
"Listen, by all means, go. Go and get caught. I, for one, am going back to the Ravenclaw common room. See you, or perhaps I won't, tomorrow at breakfast," Adhara huffed as she strode off up the dimly lit hallway up towards the Ravenclaw Common Room.
"C'mon Adhara! No need to be dramatic!" Dray shouted after her. Adhara didn't seem to hear.
"Good to know there's at least one other student who has an ounce of common sense," Ally said as Adhara turned a corner. Reinhard looked around.
"Where were we, ah yes. Let's get going. It's almost midnight."
(This part is based on chapter 12 of 'The Lestranges' by TheGirlFromThere on , I just really like Rodolphus and his daughter in this chapter and I thought the interaction was cute)
"And this is…?" Bellatrix asked her husband as she stared at the woman who was tied up in their cellar.
Rodolphus shrugged. "I haven't got a clue. Nor do I care. All I know is that she's a muggleborn."
An evil grin spread across Bellatrix' face. "So can I-"
"She's all yours love, just don't, well um, kill her. The Dark Lord wouldn't be pleased,"
Bellatrix nodded frantically and grabbed her wand. She stalked over to the gagged woman who was whimpering frantically in her restraints.
"Try not to scream too loudly, Blondie. The baby's in bed, see," She mocked. The woman shook her head frantically as if begging the black-haired woman to spare her.
Rodolphus left the cellar then. It would soon get messy and the woman's screams had already started echoing throughout the halls. He just needed to place a slight silencing charm on his child's rooms.
He made his way up to the fourth floor where his two-year-old, Adhara Lestrange, slept silently.
Candles lit on their own whenever Rodolphus walked past them. It was a good thing too, the halls would be awfully dark.
The west wing door was marked with a small 'A' in fancy writing that Bellatrix had painted on a few days after their daughter's birth.
He pushed it open slightly, careful not to make it creak.
Adhara's rooms had white and gold panelling for walls and cherry wood flooring. All sorts of toys were scattered throughout the playroom, some on shelves.
The first bedroom of the wing was the next one onwards. The room was rather plain, but it was elegant at the same time. A large white fluffy rug was spread over the wooden floors, The curtains were heavy and white also, The small bed that held Rodolphus' daughter was facing the door where he was now standing. A rocking chair was over in the corner of the room.
He pulled out his wand quietly and chanted a few words under his breath. The traces of screaming from the woman down in the cellar stopped. Rodolphus walked over to his heir and looked down at her sleeping form with love. Adhara was wearing fluffy pyjamas with little bees sewn onto them, A gift from her godmother, Narcissa Malfoy. She was clinging to a hippogriff teddy bear. She looked like a mini angel.
Rodolphus bent down and pulled the blankets up to his daughter's neck. He then placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Bonne nuit, petite Abeille,"(Good Night, Little Bee) He murmured as he brushed his hand over his daughter's long, chocolate-coloured locks.
He went to leave then.
"Papa?" A small voice whispered. Rodolphus turned around to meet his daughter's half-open eyes.
Rodolphus raised an eyebrow. "Yes, my love?"
"Where…" Adhara had to stop to think of what to say next. "est...Mumma?" Rodolphus cringed. Bellatrix had been against speaking French around Adhara until her English had developed. Rodolphus had blatantly ignored this, however. Bellatrix had thought that it would be too much for her daughter's two-year-old brain to handle. She thought that Adhara wouldn't know the difference between the two languages and put words from each language in one sentence. It had happened with Narcissa apparently. But now, Bellatrix had proved to be right but Rodolphus was much too stubborn to admit it.
Rodolphus and his brother, Rabastan, had been raised in France by their mother and father. It was a family tradition to send boys to Hogwarts and girls to Beuxbatons. Bellatrix had been rather stubborn when it came to Beuxbatons. She didn't care if it was a family tradition or not. But Rodolphus was persistent. He wouldn't be giving up so easily.
"She's out at the moment, Adhara. Go back to sleep, love," He replied softly as he bent down and rubbed his eyes softly over her eyelids as if to close them.
Small Adhara's eyes were fully closed now and she seemed to be fighting consciousness.
"Papa?" Her eyes were still closed.
"Yes, love?"
"When can I have- Can I have a frère (Brother) or- or a-a sœur (sister)?" She asked sleepily.
Rodolphus' heart clenched. How could he reply to that?
The truth was that Bellatrix had had many, many miscarriages before they had Adhara. They had four stillbirths. And one had only been alive a week. Persephone Druella Lestrange. Bellatrix had named every single one. Even the ones they didn't know the gender of. Adhara had even arrived when she was only seven months in the womb. Bellatrix hadn't even thought that she would even be alive by the end of the birth.
The doctor had informed the two after every miscarriage, stillbirth or birth of a baby that it was less and less likely for another healthy child. While Bellatrix and Rodolphus were of course disappointed with the news, they didn't entirely mind. Rabastan had already provided two male heirs. They were content with a sweet and healthy little girl. Besides, they had only ever discussed having one child, two at max.
"We'll have to see, baby, now goodnight. We want you to have a good sleep now don't we?"
Adhara nodded sleepily. "I love you, Papa,"
"What is fragile but saying its name breaks it?"
Adhara thought for a good five minutes.
"Silence?"
The statue of the eagle opened up as Adhara sighed in relief.
She made her way up the stairs and into the common room library. She didn't bother to stop to 'ewwww' at the two fifth years who were on a sofa right beside the farthest bookshelf.
There were still very few people in the main part of the common room. Hermione wasn't one of these, of course. The only first-year was Terry Boot. Terry gave Adhara a look.
"Where have you been? Are you alright now? And where's Falco?"
Adhara blinked. "I've just been at the hospital wing, I'm all good now thanks. And Fal's ok."
"That's good, but not what I asked. I asked where Fal is,"
Adhara couldn't tell Terry where Fal actually was. What could she say?
Oh, yeah, Fal's out exploring the castle after hours, probably getting himself involved in a duel and is probably going to lose Ravenclaw a ton of points. Oh and getting himself expelled in the process. But it's really no big deal.
"Oh, he's not feeling as well as I am yet, Terry. He still has a bit of a migraine."
"Oh, ok then, If you see him tomorrow tell him that he and I are partners for DADA, please."
Adhara nodded and began to make her way up to the fourth dormitory.
The cries of the second child sounded throughout the room. Sweat streamed down the woman's face, back, legs and arms. One of her hands clenched to the bedsheets and one clenched around her husband's.
"Another boy, Mrs Lestrange!" A healer called. Isadore barely seemed to hear and Rabastan couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face. Two heirs. Two boys. "Just one more left now, one more baby and you're done."
Isadore sobbed. "My mother! Vhere is my mother?!"
"They haven't been able to get a hold of her, Ma'am. Push please!" A healer replied
The French woman obliged, although in agony. Once again she started screaming words out in french. Rabastan insisted that they didn't want to know what they meant.
Half an hour had passed and the third child still hadn't been born and Rabastan was starting to get restless. "I'm going to the bathroom!"
"You van- van't go yust yet!" Isadore screeched, her french accent strong as ever.
"I know I just- I just need to go to the loo. I promise I'll be as quick as possible!" Rabastan could feel his wife glaring daggers at him when he turned away. He just needed a break. He wanted to see his other two children. Was that too much to ask? Besides, why did she need him? The healers would take care of her.
When he made his way out of the stuffy room he was greeted with the sight of his older brother, Rodolphus, his wife- also Rab's sister-in-law, Bellatrix, and her sister, Narcissa.
The four winced as they heard a loud screech from inside the bedroom. The two women stood up and Rodolphus faced his brother.
"They're beautiful, brother." He said to him, Rabastan noticed the hint of jealousy and blankness in Rodolphus' tone. It was no secret that he and Bella had been… unlucky when it came to producing children of their own. "How very lucky you are," Rabastan gave Rodolphus a sympathetic look. He married a Black. Black's were known for producing beautiful and brilliant heirs, there was only one problem with them. They were usually less fertile than the average woman. But of course, Bellatrix couldn't control that. She hated herself for it. As brutal and heartless as she seemed- rather is- she can still be a… decent, human being at times.
Rabastan nodded his thanks and averted his eyes to the two little boys in the women's arms.
He bent down slowly and saw something that shocked him. Bellatrix was cooing to one of the boys.
"May I-" Bellatrix cut him off with a heavy nod and handed the baby to his father.
"He's the eldest," Rabastan heard her mutter.
Rabastan grinned down at his son who was slumbering peacefully. The signature Lestrange chocolate brown hair was already sprouting from his roots, the same could be said for the other boy.
"Reinhard," He traced the baby's nose, which earned a small yawn from the boy. "Reinhard Corvus Lestrange,"
Rabastan made his way out of the bathroom very quickly. He knew he was being selfish. But frankly, that wasn't new.
Isadore was well used to Rabastan putting himself before anyone else, she found it unfair. This didn't mean that she didn't love the man. And it certainly didn't mean that he didn't love her. He just had a bad way of showing it.
Perhaps his third child was born. Rab couldn't hear Isadore's screams and screeches.
Rabastan strutted speedingly through the hallway of his home, Ravens Den. He wanted so desperately to hold his other two children.
He noticed something odd. Narcissa, Rod and Bellatrix weren't there anymore. Where on Earth have they gone?
Rabastan made his way back to the bedroom. He became more and more confused as he drew nearer, however. Instead of screaming, he heard sobs, sobs that sounded as though they had come from the same source.
Hold on a second.
Rabastan picked up his space. Damn him. He shouldn't have left, what on earth could have happened? Unless… no!
He sharply turned a corner and entered the wide door frame and saw the horrific sight ahead of him. Good Gods.
Rod, Bella and Narcissa were in the room as well as his mother and Isadore's mother, Mrs Cornillac. Narcissa sat on a chair beside the bed and Rodolphus and Bellatrix stood up. Rod had his hand on his face and Bella had a blank look on hers. It was when Rabastan looked down at the pink blanket on his wife's lap that he knew what had happened. His suspicions were proven to be correct when he saw the melancholy tears streaming down Isadore's face and by the sad and sympathetic looks he had received from his mother and Narcissa.
No. No!
He thought back to the discussions he and his beloved wife had shared. Only one name would have suited his precious daughter. A name Isadore had been so keen on. The next thought had pained him to think of.
His daughter, Sofia Arabella Isadore Lestrange, was dead.
Everyone else was fast asleep much to Adhara's relief. She wasn't in the mood to be bombarded with questions at the moment.
Adhara didn't even get out of her hospital gown before getting into bed. She was far too tired. So, so, tired.
But Adhara couldn't sleep.
Why had Madam Pomfrey been acting so weird? And why did Professor Dumbledore need her secretive quill? Had she broken the rules? Walsh had told Adhara that it was fine to have them at Hogwarts, there wasn't a rule suggesting that she couldn't. Or was there?
Dumbledore's slightly crazy. Walsh had told her. But he's great, Dara. You'll get used to him, he's a great man.
Walsh seemed to worship the ground that the headmaster walked on. Adhara could see why. Dumbledore had defeated Grindelwald. A man who seemed to be like You-Know-Who in his own time. Dumbledore had defeated You-Know-Who also. And this was scary.
There was a man, possibly the most powerful man in the world, and he was in charge of around five hundred children. And according to a few Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Slytherins, he tended to abuse his power at times.
The secretive quill. My secretive quill!
Adhara jumped up from her lying position. She had completely forgotten to check to see if her quill was still there or not. How could she have been so stupid?!
Her quill was in her school bag, or at least it was supposed to be. Hermione had said that she brought her Adhara's school bag up to the dormitory from Potions. She crawled to the end of her soft bed and peeked down at the end of the bed floor. Her bag wasn't there. Adhara looked around the room and over at Hermione who was slumbering on peacefully.
The young Ives hung off the side of the bed and peeked under it.
There lay her bag.
Thank the gods.
She heaved the white bag toward her with her two hands. She heaved again to get it up on the bed.
Gods, it was heavy. Adhara shuffled through the books, notebooks, parchment, regular quills and the other small random items. There was no secretive quill to be seen. The back containing the rest wasn't in her bedside table where she had put them.
He took them. Dumbledore took them.
Adhara groaned loudly. I spent six damn galleons on those!
"Adhara?"
Adhara jumped and swung around to see who the voice came from. It was Hermione.
"Mione! My Gods, you startled me!"
Hermione rubbed her eyes sleepily. "Y-You're back?"
"Yes, obviously," She chuckled quietly. "Be quiet, though. I don't want them to wake up." Adhara gestured around the room at each of the other beds.
"H-How- Are you alright?"
"I'm ok,"
"Fal? Is he-"
"Fal's ok also,"
"Oh, so he's back also?" Hermione asked.
"Define, 'back,' Adhara responded sheepishly. She knew she couldn't lie. What was she to say when she and Hermione went down to the common room tomorrow and received the news that Fal had been expelled. Good Gods, she didn't know, hopefully, Hermione wouldn't be too mad, After all, it was Falco's decision more than it was her own. Hermione would have to know that, right?
This woke Hermione up. "He's in the tower, isn't he?" She said the last part a bit too sharply for Adhara's liking.
Adhara gulped. "Well, erm… you see the thing is-"
"Thing? There's a thing? What's the thing?!"
"Shhh! Keep your voice down will you!" Adhara whisper-shouted.
"For real Adhara, where's Falco?" Hermione demanded.
"He's with Dray, Reinhard and-" Adhara stopped. She knew that it would infuriate Hermione if the boys were with Ally.
"Who? And who?" Hermione prompted.
"Ally," Adhara replied quietly. Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"Why?"
Adhara laughed nervously. "My secretive quill isn't there, I just che-"
"Oh save it, just tell me. Honestly!"
"The boys are just being… Well, boys. And as for Ally, well she's just being her regular, bossy self. It's really no big dea-"
"Adhara," Hermione huffed. "If it's really no big deal, you would have told me by now. Now, Tell. Me!"
How would she get out of this one? Adhara took a deep breath.
"They've gone wandering around the castle to search for Theodore Nott!"
Adhara could have sworn she saw one of Hermione's veins pop.
"WHAT!"
So much for not waking anyone.