A/N: Hey, guys! Just thought of something. Harry's grandpa Fleamont Potter invented Sleekeasy's hair potion, maybe it was created to tame the 'Potter hair' in first place? Anyway, here's another chapter. Enjoy.

After what seemed like a century, I made it from the door to my place at the table, on the left of Lucius. He threw me an odd look, but I ignored it.

"So, Mr Malfoy, did you enjoy Draco's party?"

"It was not interesting, just as usual, but it is good that you didn't get recognized. Did you enjoy it?"

"Well, Draco's friends aren't as bad as I thought, and the planning was impeccable. I'm sure you had a say in that as well." I was answering this provoke or test just as a pureblood would; throw in a hella lot of compliments.

"Well, I had indeed. Thank you. Would you like to join me in a game of wizard chess after lunch?" Alarm bells set of in my brain, and apparently in someone elses too.

"This is a test. I'm sure of it. Please be careful."

"I will."

"Thank you for the proposition Mr Malfoy, I would be glad to play with you."

Well, it could've gone worse. He won the game after three hours of playing and countless strategies. I honestly couldn't have cared less about winning the game. Instead, I had a nice chat with Draco's father during the game, and he seemed to open up.

For a week straight, we played chess daily, speaking to and studying each other. Some might say I was desperate, well, I was a little. I didn't know when we would meet the next time or what he might hear of me until then and I had to have a relatively strong connection to him. But my plan worked. He wasn't so damn secretive anymore, didn't stop talking suddently when I came in the room and sometimes really smiled. There was a week left of my stay at the Manor. I had to do it, even though I knew it wasn't right. I just peeked a little into his mind.

"Maybe I could tell her. Hmmm, Gryffindors are not traiors…"

"Yassssss!"

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. Youll see…" I mentally smiled.

In Lucius and Narcissa's room:

"Oh, Narcissa, what is the matter with the girl? How comes Draco befriended her?"

"Lucius, if this is about-"

"It is not. I am not proud of it, but I know how I raised my son. Or at least how he has to act like because of me. She is a Gryffindor, he is a Slytherin. He has to act arrogant and mean. She is a smart girl and obviously against Slytherins."

Narcissa was dumbfounded. Did he just admit he thought a Gryffindor muggleborn(supposedly) was smart?

"Oh, don't give me that look. I can't deny that about the girl. She is quite strong minded and has a charm of herself. But there is something more there. Do you know anything about it?"

"Me? Lucius, I'm glad you can see the girl for who she is, past the stereotypes you were brought up to value, but I think you should try read the girl for yourself. I am not your pawn on a chess table to move. "

"You're right. I'll figure it out myself."

The darkness was so dense, you could cut it with a knife. But a quiet but spine chilling voice filled the air. It was snake like and appeared to speak to someone.

"Move me closer to the fire Wormtail."

"Y...yes my Lord"

The second voice seemed to belong to a rat like man behind the overstuffed chair where the snake voice came from and pushed it closer to the fire. Now the small figure could be barely seen in the dim light. It was barely over 2 feet big and had a dried face with dark skin.

"Come here."

A young man stepped in front of the chair. He looked like his youth had been stolen from him. He had bags under his eyes and his face looked fallen. He had a weird tic, he made a slurping noise while licking the left part of his lips and his head was twitching.

"Yes master?"

"Remember what you have to do? Bring the boy."

"But master" Wormtail cut in "can't the ritual be done without the boy?"

"No! The boy isss essential. And the girl...be killed."

"But h-"

"Do whatever it takes. Just kill her. And better not be caught."

I heard a hissing voice behind me and looked down to see a long python.

"The old muggle isss here massssterrrr..."

Only then I saw the old man standing next to the door. I suppose he was the old muggle. But where was I ?

" Nagini tells me the muggle caretaker is eavesdropping outside the door. "

Both the other men turned their heads towards the door.

"Open the door Wormtail, and let's give our guest a proper welcome..."

The plump man got up form the floor and opened the door large. The chair turned and the slim figure in it was somewhere between a really ugly baby and a washed out snake. It raised a white bone like wand and hissed.

"Avada kedavra!"

A pulsing searing pain shot through my arm all through the lightning scar from my hand all the way up to my chest and, weirdly, in the birthmark it was far much worse. Acting out of reflex, I screamed.

Lucius' point of view

A blood curdling scream woke me up from my sleep. When I finally exited the room to find the source, my wife was long gone, and judging by the slammed to the wall door I found somwhere on my way, my son too.

The sight I found was definitely not what I expected: in the tower room, my family was sitting on the bed, trying to wake up the Gryffindor girl who seemed to suffer terribly. He body was convulsing in a terrifying manner and she kept screaming once in a while. Her hair was entirely green and she didn't seem to wake up.

Narcissa was desperately shaking her.

"Selene, please wake up, please."

Draco was looking at her, a horrified look on his face, mouth slightly open, and he didn't seem to move, as opposed to his friend shaking uncontrollably.

"Mom...I-think you should let her or-"

"Please Draco, tell me what you-what is happening to her. "

"I-the scar and the birthmark too. She's screaming far louder inside. Try to put some pain reliever or something."

She moved forward and tried to pull up the sleeve of the blouse the girl was wearing but it didn't seem to come off.

"What's this?"

"The charm for sticking the sleeves to her skin. For...prying eyes."

"And the countercharm?"

"ut reglo."

She waved her wand above the Gryffindor and muttered the words. When she vanished the blouse, leaving it only on the chest, the sight was rather unexpected; half the neck and down to the skin just above the heart, a pitch black lightning scar pulsed and it seemed to be the source of the pain along with...a lightning bolt on the forehead. So she was really...

I heard the gasp only after it escaped my lips. Draco's head spun so fast I was surprised it hadn't snapped but Narcissa was too concentrated on calming the pulsing scars and the pain.

"What are you doing here ?"

"What is this all about Draco?"

"She is hurt."

"That I can see. Now-?"

"It does not concern you. I do not want you disturbing her even more."

Third point of view:

Lucius was taken aback at that. His son never stood up to him.

"Let him Draco dear, it's not the time to agree now." His son finally moved, just to sit back next to his friend. She was still shaking and screaming.

Narcissa finally sighted. She couldn't delay it more.

"Draco, call Severus."

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