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Warning; this story finally ends up with a HP/DM pairing slashy thingy, and some other stuff, so if you don't like male male pairings, turn back!
Chapter Four: Just you and me my friends.
Draco trudged off to double potions. He really liked potions, but two factors messed with that. First off he had just had an 'intensely wonderful' hour in Herbology, it seemed that every five minutes someone in his house asked about those dam lessons. 'When are you going to start?'. Add that to Professor Sprout explaining the history and such of the Womping Willow, and that they were all expected to grow a seedling of the stupid willow as a 'project', and you had a shitty start to the morning.
Secondly this double potions was yet again with the Gryffindors. Someone was laughing, Draco was sure. Double potions with the Gryffindors meant he had to look at Harry. Weasley the weasel was there to piss him off. Granger was going to best him at all the work without even trying. Vincent and Gregory were going to tell him of endless ideas as to how to piss off the Gryffindors, and then ask him what to do in order to make whatever potion they were making. Finally Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode were going to keep on give him death stares.
At lest he would be able to ask Professor Snape for the Veritaserum. Then at last he could start his plan. Things were happening too quickly what with this other killing. He would have to teach the few who made it quickly though. The one's who didn't make it would know something was up. News would spread, life would become more complicated, they would need to be well trained in order to protect themselves. Draco couldn't see Voldemort just leaving them alone, nor the Ministry of Magic and that blundering fool Cornelius Fudge.
Draco arrived at the potions class a little early, as usual, and went straight to Professor Snape who was writing down a list of ingredients on the black board. "Draco!" He said with a hint of pleasantness. That was about as good as anyone was going to get from this man. Draco quickly looked over his shoulder to check that no one else had arrived before saying. "I need some Veritaserum Professor, and by the end of today." "Well, nice to see you too. I suppose that this has something to do with what the three of us discussed?" Snape said raising an eyebrow. "In a way Professor, can we talk more at lunch?" Draco quickly added as the class started to fill up." "Of cause, I'll be in my office."
* * *
Corven sat at the Slytherin table listening to his new friends tell him what they had found out about the Hufflepuff boy. Draco would be pleased, the five Slytherin first years had found just about everything there was to Grant McNeal. Like did you know he had an elder brother, a sixth year Slytherin. And that his father is a suspected death eater. He's a hit with all the girls in his house. He also plays Quidditch for his house as a Chaser, well maybe that's why Hufflepuff keeps on losing Corven thought.
Corven didn't know why Draco had asked him to find every thing he could about the fourth year Hufflepuff. Sally, who had found out about McNeal's father, suspected that Draco's father had asked him to find out about the McNeals because it was rumoured in the Death Eater circles that Voldemort thought them to be traitors. The others quickly agreed. Corven just thought that it might be interesting to know that Sally's parents were probably death eaters.
Draco only arrived at lunch halfway through. He had a smug look on his face as he came and sat down next to Corven and his friends. His smile widened even more as he heard the news about the Hufflepuff boy. Corven noticed that Draco was looking at the boy the whole time as well. The boy had also noticed this.
It was quite funny, every now and again he would look up and see Draco staring at him and then quickly look away. Draco gave no mercy though and kept staring, and at one point he caught the boy's eye and their gazes locked for almost a whole minute. Draco was the first to back down though. Corven thought he saw a blush.
This whole place was filled with intrigue and mystery. It was going to take one hell of a long time for Coven to gain any power. He was just at the wrong end of the food chain. Too young, not enough experience, no real friends who had power. It was going to take a long time. Corven's only relaxing thought at that moment was that he could write to Michael and tell him everything.
* * *
It was after dinner and Draco was having second thoughts about the practical uses of the Veritaserum. Yes it did make a person want to answerer as sincerely and true full as possible, but then its drawback was that it made a person answerer as sincerely and true fully as possible. And when it came to Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle that could prove to be a little sickening.
Draco had decided to get started with the weeding out of the unreliable and possibly traitorous. Since Gregory and Vincent were supposedly his most trusted two goons, it didn't seem to be such a bad idea if he started with them. So straight after dinner he had told everyone who wanted to be a little more adapt in the Dark Arts to wait in the common room to be called for a slight interview.
Anyway Draco sat with his head in his hands in one of the many 'abandoned' classrooms dotted around the castle. In front of him were his two goons half sobbing half giggling, it depended on their train of thought. Draco had given them the Veritaserum at the same time his thinking being that if they turned traitorous when they heard his plans he could easily handle their attacks. He hadn't given them enough credit though.
As soon as Draco had given them the potion they had become all smiles and happy faces. It seemed their mean looking faces were just acts. Draco had then explained his plans in full detail, explaining all the consequences that would probably come about, all the dangers and possible rewards, all the enemies that would arise and all the 'friends' and allies they might need. He wanted them to know everything before he asked them to give an oath. He was leaving no loophole for them to break this oath.
Finally after explaining he asked them. "So my friends, now that you know what I am about to do. do you swear with your lives as forfeit, to be loyal and obeying to me and only me. Not your family, not Voldemort, not the Ministry of Magic and not anyone but me. If you do I will be just as loyal to you, my life forfeit." They had been silent for a while before looking at each other and then blurting out "Yes!"
They had then proceeded to explain why, in great detail and at great length. Draco hadn't caught all of it but it was somewhere along the lines of how they didn't want to be treated the way their fathers were. They themselves were then treated even worse and their fathers pushed them incredibly hard to gain power, to gain respect. They told of how they were forced to be 'goons' for Draco by their fathers so they in turn would be in Lucius Malfoy's good graces.
Then they had started sobbing as they said that they had realized that Draco was not like his father and that he, Draco, had actually looked after them. Draco thought about this and realized that in some way he had. He hadn't really wanted goons who were too stupid to defend and attack for him, so he had made sure that they did their school work, and that they passed.
After the sobbing the giggling started. Apparently it was an extremely funny thought to go against Voldemort, especially since he has been doing away with traitors. Then the sobbing, then again the giggling. Draco had had enough and sent them away to their dorm room after making sure they said they would go straight there and not talk to anyone.
Draco then sent for the next person, Blaise. The first year girl he was using as his messenger squeaked an affirmative before rushing off to their common room. The Corven Prime boy had seemed to string his fellow first years into quite a capable unit. The boy was as he had said, a good study. He was well on his way to mastering most of the first year spells, and with only a day at school behind him.
Draco had the first years now delivering messages and finding out info Draco thought would be useful in the next few days. It might be useful to test them as well Draco thought. Draco decided to test Coven after Blaize. Draco was not sure about Blaise, he was conniving, a quick to solve and had a very mean streak. It would useful to have him but if he failed the test, then Draco knew he would have no trouble in getting rid of his roommate.
* * *
Voldemort sat in his throne that dominated the room. The room dominated the small castle located in a remote area of the Scottish highlands. The Dark Lord listened as his death eaters gave in their reports, he was highly pleased. A recounting of the latest punishment on traitors was being told in great detail at the moment. He liked the bit about how the children begged for their 'mommy'.
He had saved the best for last, so as the masked death eater finished and moved back to his position the 'throne room' was silent. "Blackbeard." Voldemort called out. A lone figure walked out and bowed before his Lord. Voldemort looked down on his follower. He had been giving the job of punishing the traitors to the death eaters who needed to prove themselves. This man was in need of that.
"Blackbeard," Voldemort said in his new high pitched voice. "Yes my Lord." "Tonight you are going to pay the McNeal's a visit, do you know why?" Blackbeard was silent for a second before answering in a timid voice. "Because Mr McNeal has not arrived at meetings my Lord. He never has since your rebirth." "Correct," At lest he is up to date with reality, Voldemort thought. "And what else Blackbeard?" "We have reports that he has valuable information which he intends to use against us." "Correct again Blackbeard. So what does that make him?" "A Traitor my Lord." Voldemort looked at his follower in the eyes. Blackbeard knew that this was a once off test and if he should fail, he would be a test for someone else. "Leave now Blackbeard." "As you will my Lord." The trembling man said bowing. He stood straight and then disapperated.
Voldemort then called another two of his death eaters to the centre. "You two I expect to make sure that our young Malfoy," He gave a glair at one of his death eaters in the circle. "Teaches my young followers properly. Make sure that he teaches only my followers, if others want to join in the lessons, they have to be initiated." "Yes my Lord." They said in union. "Malfoy!" Another death eater stepped into the ring. "I would have thought that you would be the one to bring me the news of your son's latest expedition." "I'm afraid my Lord that this is the first time I have heard of." The man named Malfoy stopped as he stared at one of the original two in the centre of the ring who had started to move back to her position. Voldemort noticed this as well.
"Crucio!" Came the cry as Voldemort stuck out his wand. Malfoy watched in fascination as his Lord calmly walked, wand still pointed, over to the woman screamed on the floor. Sometimes it was a hard lesson for those who did not know Lord Voldemort's requirements. "I did not give you leave to move from my immediate focus. I know that you are new here deary, but I do expect my due respect!" Voldemort raised his wand and the woman stopped screaming, but her sobs still continued. "Now get back!" She struggled, but she did just that.
"Now then," Voldemort carried on, walking around the three death eaters. "Weather or not you knew of your son's doings Malfoy, I expect you to keep a tighter reign on him." "Yes my Lord." "He has indivertibly started something I would like to see prosper, make sure he does not disappoint me." "It shall be done as you say my Lord." "Good, if that is all?" Voldemort looked round the circle. "Then this meeting is finished. The death eaters bowed, and left.
* * *
If Harry thought that this year was looking like it might be normally hectic, he would be only partly correct. As he, Hermione and Ron walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast they were to be met by a scene that probably would be a major turning point in history. It seemed that the whole school was shouting, including the teachers. They noticed, although not really to their surprise, that the shouting match was concentrated around non other that Draco Malfoy.
They were met by Fred and George who took them off to the furthest end of the Gryffindor table so they could speak and be heard. "What the hell is happening here George?" Ron shouted above the noise. "Usual stuff." George replied as if he thought it was common for the Great Hall to be like this. He wasn't smiling though. "Have a look at this." Fred said handing them the Daily Prophet. Hermione took it and gasped as she saw the headline;
Death Eaters attack traitors and Ministry of Magic official, SIX DEAD!!!
Cornelius Fudge, top notch at MoM, has officially said that You-Know-Who might be involved in the attack last night. At about three o-clock this morning this reporter rushed to a scene of devastation at Liam McNeal's residence. Later in an interview with a MoM official this reporter learned that Liam McNeal, his wife, a MoM official and three confirmed Death Eaters were found dead after what looked like battle had ensued between them.
It has been verified, by this reporter, that Mr McNeal was in fact himself a Death Eater who was looking to gain sanctuary with MoM in exchange for vital information that could help in an upcoming war against You-Know-Who and his supporters. However this vital information was not found when MoM officials searched the scene and one can only speculate what it was since the only two people who knew what it was were killed in the attack last night. Continued on page 3.
The trio finished reading and then looked back up at the twins; Harry didn't know what to say, but the twins had the story. "This all started," George began. "When the mail came. This Hufflepuff fourth year got up and charged over with most of his house to Draco Malfoy where he started shouting about how Malfoy killed his parents." "The Hufflepuff boy is McNeal's son?" Hermione asked aghast. "Yea," Fred said. "He's got a sixth year brother in Slytherin as well." "Mmmmm, the Slytherin brother then got up and joined his brother. It looked like he was going to curse Malfoy on the spot." George said with a slight glimmer in his eye. "Then when the rest of the school learned what was happening they also got up and joined the McNeals." Fred added. "It looked like the school had decided that it was time to start the war and kill off a couple of You-Know-Who supporters." "Didn't the teachers do something?" Hermione said looking nervous as the now mob was seeming to gain strength. "And how come hardly any Slytherins are backing up Draco?" Ron asked a bit confused. "That's the strange part." Gorged sighed. "Draco stood up to confront them; the Slytherins were backing him then." "But then he started shouting that he had nothing to do with it, and that he hated Voldemort and other stuff like that. He's still doing it." "But why's he shouting." Harry said with a puzzled look on his face. "What do you mean?" Ron said even more confused. "Have you ever seen Malfoy shout to back himself up? He's never really cared how mean people think he is." "Look at him now!" Hermione suddenly said. They all looked. The younger McNeal was now on his knees crying. Draco looked like he hadn't slept all night. He actually looked like he hadn't slept all night and had run laps around the castle instead. He was flushed in the face and was pointing his wand at the older McNeal and looked ready to use it.
The older McNeal seemed to think so as well as he raised his wand to point at Draco. Those around him ready to do away with Voldemort supporters raised their wands too. Amazingly a lot of them were Hufflepuffs. Most of the Slytherins backed far away from Malfoy, obviously wise enough to realize that they could not take on the three other houses.
Harry just stood there and watched. He had to give credit to the few Slytherins who stood fast behind Draco, their wands out, determined looks on their faces. Harry was also impressed to see that one of those few was a first year, a familiar first year. Ron took of before anyone could react, wand in hand. "Ron!" Harry shouted. "Come back you idiot!" "Why?" Fred and George said in union. They had their wands out too and seemed about to follow their brother. "This is not the time or place." Harry said holding them back. "Harry's right guy's" Hermione said adding her weight. "Do you want to be in the middle of so many untrained wizards flinging curses and hexes where ever they feel like? You'll be hit by five at once even if you're careful." "But what about Ron!" Fred said pushing harder to get past. "He'll be fine, look he's found Dean and Seamus." Harry said.
Harry was wrong though. The older McNeal had had enough and cast his curse. Draco was lightning fast and cast a spell that put a wall of blue light that divided his supporters and himself from their attackers. McNeal's curse hit the wall and seemed to break apart. These parts then bounced back into the front of the crowd. Four of them including McNeal went down screaming.
The front runners in challenging Draco had also cast there spells, but just after their leader and so didn't have the time to stop when they saw what happened to the first spell. Their spells also hit the wall, broke apart and rebounded into the attacking crowd. Added to this Draco had told his few supporters to cast, and cast they did. Their spells passed unharmed through the blue wall and straight into the crowd.
Harry, Hermione, Fred and George watched in horror as their school mates who a second before had been aggressively shouting at Malfoy and ready to cast curses on him, were now running in terror away from him. It was sickening as the people in front, now in the back, fell as they were hit by the numerous spells flying into the crowd.
Those who were not involved in the mob were now ducking behind the tables. Teachers were shouting for everyone to stop. Professor Sinistra even cast a spell at Draco's blue wall. It seemed to make Draco flinch as it hit him and he went down onto one knee, but the spell still broke and rebounded causing more chaos in the Great Hall. She managed to duck the rebound. Harry's gaze finally fell on Professor Dumbledore and the sight chilled him to the bone. The Professor looked ten times as mad as he had when he had saved Harry from Barty Crouch.
The Headmaster was standing at his full height, apparently he crouched a lot because he looked way taller, and he was shouting. It was to no avail because the noise in the Great Hall drowned out everything. He seemed to come to a decision, raised his wand and shouted out. It must have been a powerful spell cause Harry heard every syllable as Dumbledore said it.
"CONSOPIO FLABRA!" A huge burst of wind hit the Great Hall. Harry felt it blast full on his face, it had a funny smell to it. He didn't have enough time to dwell on this peculiarity, for he and everyone else except Dumbledore and one or two teachers standing next to him fell to the floor. It seemed that everyone suddenly felt that it was the perfect time to have a nap.
The End. for now
Sorry this took a bit longer than usual, but I been on holiday. I could have put in another little bit, but it's a bit soppy and I think it'll do better for the next chapter. So if you really wanna read it, tell me. PLEASE!! Oh and if you find any mistakes tell me as well.
Warning; this story finally ends up with a HP/DM pairing slashy thingy, and some other stuff, so if you don't like male male pairings, turn back!
Chapter Four: Just you and me my friends.
Draco trudged off to double potions. He really liked potions, but two factors messed with that. First off he had just had an 'intensely wonderful' hour in Herbology, it seemed that every five minutes someone in his house asked about those dam lessons. 'When are you going to start?'. Add that to Professor Sprout explaining the history and such of the Womping Willow, and that they were all expected to grow a seedling of the stupid willow as a 'project', and you had a shitty start to the morning.
Secondly this double potions was yet again with the Gryffindors. Someone was laughing, Draco was sure. Double potions with the Gryffindors meant he had to look at Harry. Weasley the weasel was there to piss him off. Granger was going to best him at all the work without even trying. Vincent and Gregory were going to tell him of endless ideas as to how to piss off the Gryffindors, and then ask him what to do in order to make whatever potion they were making. Finally Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode were going to keep on give him death stares.
At lest he would be able to ask Professor Snape for the Veritaserum. Then at last he could start his plan. Things were happening too quickly what with this other killing. He would have to teach the few who made it quickly though. The one's who didn't make it would know something was up. News would spread, life would become more complicated, they would need to be well trained in order to protect themselves. Draco couldn't see Voldemort just leaving them alone, nor the Ministry of Magic and that blundering fool Cornelius Fudge.
Draco arrived at the potions class a little early, as usual, and went straight to Professor Snape who was writing down a list of ingredients on the black board. "Draco!" He said with a hint of pleasantness. That was about as good as anyone was going to get from this man. Draco quickly looked over his shoulder to check that no one else had arrived before saying. "I need some Veritaserum Professor, and by the end of today." "Well, nice to see you too. I suppose that this has something to do with what the three of us discussed?" Snape said raising an eyebrow. "In a way Professor, can we talk more at lunch?" Draco quickly added as the class started to fill up." "Of cause, I'll be in my office."
* * *
Corven sat at the Slytherin table listening to his new friends tell him what they had found out about the Hufflepuff boy. Draco would be pleased, the five Slytherin first years had found just about everything there was to Grant McNeal. Like did you know he had an elder brother, a sixth year Slytherin. And that his father is a suspected death eater. He's a hit with all the girls in his house. He also plays Quidditch for his house as a Chaser, well maybe that's why Hufflepuff keeps on losing Corven thought.
Corven didn't know why Draco had asked him to find every thing he could about the fourth year Hufflepuff. Sally, who had found out about McNeal's father, suspected that Draco's father had asked him to find out about the McNeals because it was rumoured in the Death Eater circles that Voldemort thought them to be traitors. The others quickly agreed. Corven just thought that it might be interesting to know that Sally's parents were probably death eaters.
Draco only arrived at lunch halfway through. He had a smug look on his face as he came and sat down next to Corven and his friends. His smile widened even more as he heard the news about the Hufflepuff boy. Corven noticed that Draco was looking at the boy the whole time as well. The boy had also noticed this.
It was quite funny, every now and again he would look up and see Draco staring at him and then quickly look away. Draco gave no mercy though and kept staring, and at one point he caught the boy's eye and their gazes locked for almost a whole minute. Draco was the first to back down though. Corven thought he saw a blush.
This whole place was filled with intrigue and mystery. It was going to take one hell of a long time for Coven to gain any power. He was just at the wrong end of the food chain. Too young, not enough experience, no real friends who had power. It was going to take a long time. Corven's only relaxing thought at that moment was that he could write to Michael and tell him everything.
* * *
It was after dinner and Draco was having second thoughts about the practical uses of the Veritaserum. Yes it did make a person want to answerer as sincerely and true full as possible, but then its drawback was that it made a person answerer as sincerely and true fully as possible. And when it came to Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle that could prove to be a little sickening.
Draco had decided to get started with the weeding out of the unreliable and possibly traitorous. Since Gregory and Vincent were supposedly his most trusted two goons, it didn't seem to be such a bad idea if he started with them. So straight after dinner he had told everyone who wanted to be a little more adapt in the Dark Arts to wait in the common room to be called for a slight interview.
Anyway Draco sat with his head in his hands in one of the many 'abandoned' classrooms dotted around the castle. In front of him were his two goons half sobbing half giggling, it depended on their train of thought. Draco had given them the Veritaserum at the same time his thinking being that if they turned traitorous when they heard his plans he could easily handle their attacks. He hadn't given them enough credit though.
As soon as Draco had given them the potion they had become all smiles and happy faces. It seemed their mean looking faces were just acts. Draco had then explained his plans in full detail, explaining all the consequences that would probably come about, all the dangers and possible rewards, all the enemies that would arise and all the 'friends' and allies they might need. He wanted them to know everything before he asked them to give an oath. He was leaving no loophole for them to break this oath.
Finally after explaining he asked them. "So my friends, now that you know what I am about to do. do you swear with your lives as forfeit, to be loyal and obeying to me and only me. Not your family, not Voldemort, not the Ministry of Magic and not anyone but me. If you do I will be just as loyal to you, my life forfeit." They had been silent for a while before looking at each other and then blurting out "Yes!"
They had then proceeded to explain why, in great detail and at great length. Draco hadn't caught all of it but it was somewhere along the lines of how they didn't want to be treated the way their fathers were. They themselves were then treated even worse and their fathers pushed them incredibly hard to gain power, to gain respect. They told of how they were forced to be 'goons' for Draco by their fathers so they in turn would be in Lucius Malfoy's good graces.
Then they had started sobbing as they said that they had realized that Draco was not like his father and that he, Draco, had actually looked after them. Draco thought about this and realized that in some way he had. He hadn't really wanted goons who were too stupid to defend and attack for him, so he had made sure that they did their school work, and that they passed.
After the sobbing the giggling started. Apparently it was an extremely funny thought to go against Voldemort, especially since he has been doing away with traitors. Then the sobbing, then again the giggling. Draco had had enough and sent them away to their dorm room after making sure they said they would go straight there and not talk to anyone.
Draco then sent for the next person, Blaise. The first year girl he was using as his messenger squeaked an affirmative before rushing off to their common room. The Corven Prime boy had seemed to string his fellow first years into quite a capable unit. The boy was as he had said, a good study. He was well on his way to mastering most of the first year spells, and with only a day at school behind him.
Draco had the first years now delivering messages and finding out info Draco thought would be useful in the next few days. It might be useful to test them as well Draco thought. Draco decided to test Coven after Blaize. Draco was not sure about Blaise, he was conniving, a quick to solve and had a very mean streak. It would useful to have him but if he failed the test, then Draco knew he would have no trouble in getting rid of his roommate.
* * *
Voldemort sat in his throne that dominated the room. The room dominated the small castle located in a remote area of the Scottish highlands. The Dark Lord listened as his death eaters gave in their reports, he was highly pleased. A recounting of the latest punishment on traitors was being told in great detail at the moment. He liked the bit about how the children begged for their 'mommy'.
He had saved the best for last, so as the masked death eater finished and moved back to his position the 'throne room' was silent. "Blackbeard." Voldemort called out. A lone figure walked out and bowed before his Lord. Voldemort looked down on his follower. He had been giving the job of punishing the traitors to the death eaters who needed to prove themselves. This man was in need of that.
"Blackbeard," Voldemort said in his new high pitched voice. "Yes my Lord." "Tonight you are going to pay the McNeal's a visit, do you know why?" Blackbeard was silent for a second before answering in a timid voice. "Because Mr McNeal has not arrived at meetings my Lord. He never has since your rebirth." "Correct," At lest he is up to date with reality, Voldemort thought. "And what else Blackbeard?" "We have reports that he has valuable information which he intends to use against us." "Correct again Blackbeard. So what does that make him?" "A Traitor my Lord." Voldemort looked at his follower in the eyes. Blackbeard knew that this was a once off test and if he should fail, he would be a test for someone else. "Leave now Blackbeard." "As you will my Lord." The trembling man said bowing. He stood straight and then disapperated.
Voldemort then called another two of his death eaters to the centre. "You two I expect to make sure that our young Malfoy," He gave a glair at one of his death eaters in the circle. "Teaches my young followers properly. Make sure that he teaches only my followers, if others want to join in the lessons, they have to be initiated." "Yes my Lord." They said in union. "Malfoy!" Another death eater stepped into the ring. "I would have thought that you would be the one to bring me the news of your son's latest expedition." "I'm afraid my Lord that this is the first time I have heard of." The man named Malfoy stopped as he stared at one of the original two in the centre of the ring who had started to move back to her position. Voldemort noticed this as well.
"Crucio!" Came the cry as Voldemort stuck out his wand. Malfoy watched in fascination as his Lord calmly walked, wand still pointed, over to the woman screamed on the floor. Sometimes it was a hard lesson for those who did not know Lord Voldemort's requirements. "I did not give you leave to move from my immediate focus. I know that you are new here deary, but I do expect my due respect!" Voldemort raised his wand and the woman stopped screaming, but her sobs still continued. "Now get back!" She struggled, but she did just that.
"Now then," Voldemort carried on, walking around the three death eaters. "Weather or not you knew of your son's doings Malfoy, I expect you to keep a tighter reign on him." "Yes my Lord." "He has indivertibly started something I would like to see prosper, make sure he does not disappoint me." "It shall be done as you say my Lord." "Good, if that is all?" Voldemort looked round the circle. "Then this meeting is finished. The death eaters bowed, and left.
* * *
If Harry thought that this year was looking like it might be normally hectic, he would be only partly correct. As he, Hermione and Ron walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast they were to be met by a scene that probably would be a major turning point in history. It seemed that the whole school was shouting, including the teachers. They noticed, although not really to their surprise, that the shouting match was concentrated around non other that Draco Malfoy.
They were met by Fred and George who took them off to the furthest end of the Gryffindor table so they could speak and be heard. "What the hell is happening here George?" Ron shouted above the noise. "Usual stuff." George replied as if he thought it was common for the Great Hall to be like this. He wasn't smiling though. "Have a look at this." Fred said handing them the Daily Prophet. Hermione took it and gasped as she saw the headline;
Death Eaters attack traitors and Ministry of Magic official, SIX DEAD!!!
Cornelius Fudge, top notch at MoM, has officially said that You-Know-Who might be involved in the attack last night. At about three o-clock this morning this reporter rushed to a scene of devastation at Liam McNeal's residence. Later in an interview with a MoM official this reporter learned that Liam McNeal, his wife, a MoM official and three confirmed Death Eaters were found dead after what looked like battle had ensued between them.
It has been verified, by this reporter, that Mr McNeal was in fact himself a Death Eater who was looking to gain sanctuary with MoM in exchange for vital information that could help in an upcoming war against You-Know-Who and his supporters. However this vital information was not found when MoM officials searched the scene and one can only speculate what it was since the only two people who knew what it was were killed in the attack last night. Continued on page 3.
The trio finished reading and then looked back up at the twins; Harry didn't know what to say, but the twins had the story. "This all started," George began. "When the mail came. This Hufflepuff fourth year got up and charged over with most of his house to Draco Malfoy where he started shouting about how Malfoy killed his parents." "The Hufflepuff boy is McNeal's son?" Hermione asked aghast. "Yea," Fred said. "He's got a sixth year brother in Slytherin as well." "Mmmmm, the Slytherin brother then got up and joined his brother. It looked like he was going to curse Malfoy on the spot." George said with a slight glimmer in his eye. "Then when the rest of the school learned what was happening they also got up and joined the McNeals." Fred added. "It looked like the school had decided that it was time to start the war and kill off a couple of You-Know-Who supporters." "Didn't the teachers do something?" Hermione said looking nervous as the now mob was seeming to gain strength. "And how come hardly any Slytherins are backing up Draco?" Ron asked a bit confused. "That's the strange part." Gorged sighed. "Draco stood up to confront them; the Slytherins were backing him then." "But then he started shouting that he had nothing to do with it, and that he hated Voldemort and other stuff like that. He's still doing it." "But why's he shouting." Harry said with a puzzled look on his face. "What do you mean?" Ron said even more confused. "Have you ever seen Malfoy shout to back himself up? He's never really cared how mean people think he is." "Look at him now!" Hermione suddenly said. They all looked. The younger McNeal was now on his knees crying. Draco looked like he hadn't slept all night. He actually looked like he hadn't slept all night and had run laps around the castle instead. He was flushed in the face and was pointing his wand at the older McNeal and looked ready to use it.
The older McNeal seemed to think so as well as he raised his wand to point at Draco. Those around him ready to do away with Voldemort supporters raised their wands too. Amazingly a lot of them were Hufflepuffs. Most of the Slytherins backed far away from Malfoy, obviously wise enough to realize that they could not take on the three other houses.
Harry just stood there and watched. He had to give credit to the few Slytherins who stood fast behind Draco, their wands out, determined looks on their faces. Harry was also impressed to see that one of those few was a first year, a familiar first year. Ron took of before anyone could react, wand in hand. "Ron!" Harry shouted. "Come back you idiot!" "Why?" Fred and George said in union. They had their wands out too and seemed about to follow their brother. "This is not the time or place." Harry said holding them back. "Harry's right guy's" Hermione said adding her weight. "Do you want to be in the middle of so many untrained wizards flinging curses and hexes where ever they feel like? You'll be hit by five at once even if you're careful." "But what about Ron!" Fred said pushing harder to get past. "He'll be fine, look he's found Dean and Seamus." Harry said.
Harry was wrong though. The older McNeal had had enough and cast his curse. Draco was lightning fast and cast a spell that put a wall of blue light that divided his supporters and himself from their attackers. McNeal's curse hit the wall and seemed to break apart. These parts then bounced back into the front of the crowd. Four of them including McNeal went down screaming.
The front runners in challenging Draco had also cast there spells, but just after their leader and so didn't have the time to stop when they saw what happened to the first spell. Their spells also hit the wall, broke apart and rebounded into the attacking crowd. Added to this Draco had told his few supporters to cast, and cast they did. Their spells passed unharmed through the blue wall and straight into the crowd.
Harry, Hermione, Fred and George watched in horror as their school mates who a second before had been aggressively shouting at Malfoy and ready to cast curses on him, were now running in terror away from him. It was sickening as the people in front, now in the back, fell as they were hit by the numerous spells flying into the crowd.
Those who were not involved in the mob were now ducking behind the tables. Teachers were shouting for everyone to stop. Professor Sinistra even cast a spell at Draco's blue wall. It seemed to make Draco flinch as it hit him and he went down onto one knee, but the spell still broke and rebounded causing more chaos in the Great Hall. She managed to duck the rebound. Harry's gaze finally fell on Professor Dumbledore and the sight chilled him to the bone. The Professor looked ten times as mad as he had when he had saved Harry from Barty Crouch.
The Headmaster was standing at his full height, apparently he crouched a lot because he looked way taller, and he was shouting. It was to no avail because the noise in the Great Hall drowned out everything. He seemed to come to a decision, raised his wand and shouted out. It must have been a powerful spell cause Harry heard every syllable as Dumbledore said it.
"CONSOPIO FLABRA!" A huge burst of wind hit the Great Hall. Harry felt it blast full on his face, it had a funny smell to it. He didn't have enough time to dwell on this peculiarity, for he and everyone else except Dumbledore and one or two teachers standing next to him fell to the floor. It seemed that everyone suddenly felt that it was the perfect time to have a nap.
The End. for now
Sorry this took a bit longer than usual, but I been on holiday. I could have put in another little bit, but it's a bit soppy and I think it'll do better for the next chapter. So if you really wanna read it, tell me. PLEASE!! Oh and if you find any mistakes tell me as well.