A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy:))

Chapter 122: No idea

A few weekes into the school year and the "Slug club" held its first meeting, in our potion teacher's office. It seemed as though it had been magically enlarged to easily accomodate at least thirty people. When we got there, Slughorn was sitting at a round table filled with different sorts of steak, cheese and something that looked French, as well as a huge platter full of dessert bites. His suit was, unlike his usual suede textured ones, embroidered with complicated patterns made with silver thread, on a navy blue background.

After we all sat and had time to look around and see all the people who were there(unfortunately, given his absence, it seemed as though Neville didn't make 'the cut'), he stood and, as the host he was, warmly held a toast.

"Welcome everyone, to the first meeting of this year's Slug club. You are all exceptional students, with great potential that I want to help you cultivate. Unfortunately, Mr Potter couldn't make it this evening, due to a meeting with the headmaster, but he will be present next time. To you all, and your brilliant futures." he said, raising his glass towards us. "Now, let's eat."

"Why is Harry with Dumbledore?" Hermione whispered to me.

"Something he had to share with him. Probably Voldemort related. I'm sure he'll tell us. If not, I'll try my best to find out."

Next to Hermione, Ginny was looking really anxious, which was rather unusual for her. On my other side, Blaise was looking annoyed at Belby on the other side of the table, who was currently shoving half of a baked potato in his mouth. Damn, that kid would give Ron a run for his money. Still, my friend looked really confuse for some reason, like Harry trying to stay awake during a school lecture after a long training session with Wood.

"Hey Blaise." I whispered to him as Mione was trying to calm Ginny down.

"What?"

"You okay? You look a little dizzy."

"Umm, well, Pansy took me to the Hufflepuff common room last night; we drank Polyjuice so we wouldn't get recognized but it went a little too well. I'm still a bit stoned. "

"Merlin, that's a lot of time, how much did you smoke?"

"I can't really remember, but I guess a lot, since I recall hearing colours this morning."

"Oh dear...Anyway, I wanted to ask you: how is Draco?"

"Well, he sleeps more now but he's still beside himself with worry for his mom. Although I assured him so many times that she's safe. Wait, she is, right? I don't even know where she is. Oh, what if she's a portrait now?"

"Oookay, take it down a notch weed boy. She's safe, I guarantee. I really need to speak to Draco though. But he needs to feel better before I do that, because if he's anything like me, it'll hit him like a truck."

"What is it? It couldn't be that bad."

"A weird dead ancestor of mine showed up in one of my dreams and told me something that I wasn't ready to hear. And it concerns him as well."

"What is it with you and your fucked up dreams anyways?"

"I have no idea, but there's one thing I know for sure. You weren't ready for that weed."

"Nah shit Sherlock. Imma just try not to do that anymore for some time cause I feel like shit."

"Agreed. Now, you have to eat something, it'll make you feel better."

The party eventually ended at around ten, and we headed for our dorms. A couple of weeks later, Blaise, who looked suspiciously happy, came to me in the hallway.

"Hi Selene! How are you. Oh, by the way, whatever you wanted to tell Draco I think you'd better do ot now, because he's fine now, for the most part. And if it's really that depressing, he'll have time to get his shit together till Christmas."

"Okay then, thanks. And stop smoking, it's bad for you."

"Bullshit, the Hufflepuffs do it all the time. Why'd you think Diggory was such a nice guy?"

"They're used to it, you're not. Let's get you to Madame Pomfrey."

I didn't leave the Hospital Wing until the nurse assured me he was going to be fine, aside from a terrible headache next morning. Apparently, whatever it was that the Huffs were smoking, it was strong. I then opened the mental connection.

"Hi, can we talk?"

"Sure, go on."

"Actually, I wanted to tell you this in person.

"Is it bad? How bad? Or you don't want to go to Hogsmeade with me anymore?

"Calm down. It's not that. But it is something that directly affects both of us and that's going to happen soon so you should probably find out about it."

"Alright then. Where do you want to meet?"

"I'm right outside the Hospital Wing. You can come here, I doubt anyone else will come here so late."

"Ok."

He arrived quickly, his blonde hair still fixed in place, although judging by his green silk pyjamas, he was getting ready to go to sleep.

"Fell back into the old habits? Weren't sweatpants enough for you?" I sniggered.

"Actually, I like those better, but don't want to seem suspicious, so, here we are."

"I was just kidding. Now, take a seat."

We both sat on the steps next at the end of the Hospital Wing hall.

"Now, tell me what is this important and terrible thing." He was smiling and his tone was playful, but I could see the way his hands were shaking and the worried spark in his steel eyes.

"Now, some time ago, I had this dream-"

"Oh, not those dreams again."

"No, not like those ones. There was this lady, my ancestor, one of the ones that landed their abilities to me to help me live when I was born."

"Ok."

"And, remember how I realised quite some time ago that I can't talk to my mom anymore?"

"Yeah."

"Well, during the first potions lesson this year I found out I can't read minds anymore either. And she explained to me what happened, or, rather, is happening. "

"I feel like the bad part is coming now."

"Well, the thing is, the only reason I have this powers is because my body and my core weren't strong enough to sustain me. But now my powers grew and I did as well and that's why I don't need them anymore. So, besides being a Parselmouth and having a soulmate, all of the other special abilities are going to fade until there are none left."

"But what does that have to do with me then?"

"I'm not going to be a Metamorphmagus anymore, and that means all the scars and marks, mine and yours are going to be visible again."

"Oh."

"Yes, but, we can hide them with glamours, although it takes a lot of energy to do that."

"And what will we do then?"

"I don't know. But I know for sure my friends aren't going to be too happy about it."