There Is No Good And Evil
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for me and the characters/places that I make up in my little mind. Everything else is owned by the great J.K.R., Warner Bro. Scholastic, Bloomsbary or whoever else has this stuff copyrighted...Im just borrowing it.
Happy New Year!!!
lots of thanks to aurelie, my first reviewer. thanks. I hope anyone else that reads this will reivew, even though I know its not that good. This chapter is a bit longer but I don't know if its all that good. I had to retype it as my computer decided to lock up after I had typed the first time and it hadn't given me time to save it. Oh well. I hope you like it. R/R. Oh, and sorry if Malfoy is slightly OOC in this chapter(not too badly), you'll have to live with it. Now on with the main event.
Chapter 4: New Kids On The Playground
* Draco Malfoy POV *
I eyed the famous Dream Team with much annoyance. Didn't Scar-face ever go anywhere alone? He always seemed to have some sort of damn escort everywhere he went, probably scared to be alone. I rolled my eyes and decided to drop to some desperate measures.
I pointed my wand at Potter's book bag and muttered a simple curse, causing it to split in half and spill its contents all across the floor of the Great Hall. Charming.
"Damn it! Why did my pack have to split now?" Potter moaned in annoyance. This caused the Weasle on his side to burst into cascades of laghter, leading the mudblood 'tut' and walk on out of the Great Hall ahead of the two. Honestly, how did those three ever become friends? It must have been through some sort of Gryffindor bonding program. Bad mental picture.
"Its alright Ron, I got it. Go on and catch up with Hermione." Weasle bit his lip for a second, shrugged and walked out of the hall. He wasn't going to help clean up the pile of ink and parchment if he didn't have to, especially if it gave chance for some time alone with Granger. Potter was now alone, objective one complete.
After his faithful sidekicks had left I stealthly(stealthness is a vauled trait in the Malfoy family) walked up behind Potter and said my most annoying voice, "My, my Potter. Perhaps you should invest some of your fan club revenues towards buying a better bag."
"Shove of Malfoy."
"And waist my clever handy work? Honestly Potter, it is quite hard to seperate you from those two faithful mudbloods. Well, Weasley isn't technically."
"It was you." Potter said as realization dawned on his face, looking from his torn bag, to Malfoy, and back to his torn bag. God, how did he survive Lady Voldiesnort so many times if he was that slow. Did he really think that his bag would just randomly split open? Typical Gryffindor
"You ass-hole, that bag caust twelve gallons." And his point is?
"I am soooo sorry Potter, I didn't realize that you had emptied your Gringotts accont for that piece of shit."
At this point Potter rolled his eyes and spat out, "What the hell do you have to say? I know you good enough to know that you don't care to insult me in front of Ron and Hermione."
"Quite a good observation Potter. You are correct, I need to speak to you of something."
"Spit it out then."
"Sorry Potter, unlike you I don't spit when I talk. Besides, I don't want to talk here."
"Then where, I haven't got all day you know Malfoy!" Lord knows it is way to easy to piss of Potter, typical Gryffindor.
"In here." I said this as I walked into a hidden room behind a portrait near the entrance to the Great Hall. Potter let out a frustrated sigh and followed me through, not once thinking(as far as I could tell) that I might have bad intentions in leading him into a dark hidden room.
Luckily for Potter, I wasn't waiting behind the door with a blunt axe. On the contrary I was already sitting back in one of two armchairs next to a roaring fire, looking quite relaxed. I motioned to Potter, who was curiously looking around the small room, to do the same.
"What?" Potter spat again.
"I have a potentially life-changing offer to propose to you Potter."
* Back to the main story *
"Oy! Wake up you great prat!"
"Emmm. What are you doing that for?" I asked sleepliy as Kevin Keenen hit me over the head with a pillow.
"Its 8:35 and classes start in less than half an hour! Breakfest is alreadly over, here's some toast, I thought that you would want something to eat. I recommend that you take a shower though, you look like shit."
"Thanks." I mumbled as I stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower, grabbing some clothes and my robes along the way. When I exited the bathroom 15 minutes later it was only to be met by an impatient Kevin.
"If we don't hurry up then we'll be late for our first class of the day! Everyone else left five minutes ago!"
"Alright, alright...lets go." I said as I pulled my book bag over my shoulder. As we exited the common room I asked, "So, what classes do we have this morning?"
"First we have Charms with Flitwick, he's our head of house you know. Good thing to, he'll be less likely to take points off if we're late. After that we have Transfiguration with McGonagall. She's a bit of a hard-ass if you ask me, but still a good teacher."
By now we had reached the Charms classroom and burst into the room at the same time that Proffesor Flitwick entered through his office door. He looked up at us and a large grin came over his face.
"Ahh yes. I see that you made it to class in time Mr. Thiel. I was a bit worried that you would be late when you didn't show for breakfest, but alas, I was incorrect in my assumptions. No matter, take a seat, thats it."
I lightly wondered if this professor had been hit with a bad case of a cheering charm in his youth, or if he was just naturally always in such a good mood. I shook my head to clear my thoughts as I took a seat and began to listen to what Flitwick was saying.
"...which means that this year we will be covering a few mood altering and illusion charms before going into protection spells. After Christmas we will mostly just be reviewing for our OWLS which we will be taking at the end of the year. Right then. Now everyone get with a partner. Today we will start with the most basic form of the energy enhancing charm, best to start simple at the beggining of the year. This charm has much the same effect on you as the muggle drug caffine, although it is not addictive, unlike caffine and can be a bit more...potent. Go on now, pair up."
I turned and looked at Kevin and asked, "So, wanna be my partner." He shrugged and nodded before we turned our attention back to the minuture ball of energy that is reffered to as Proffesor Flitwick. He was telling the class how to perform the spell so I decided that I better pay attention.
***
As I exited the charms classroom with the rest of the fifth year Ravenclaws I noted that a random passer-by would be able to point out an extra spring in most of our steps. That is most of our steps. Kevin was an exception to that. To say that he had an extra spring in his step would be an understatment. He was running down the hall towards the Transfiguration classroom at top speed while singing loudly "This is the song that never ends!...." God, if he keeps that up then someone will be dead by the end of the day. I swear I'll end up killing him or myself if he doesen't shut up.
He was an amusing sight though and I had to suppress my laughter as I watched him bounding down the hall and rememberd what had put him into such a state. He had put the charm on me first, giving me a large burst of energy which thus caused me to preform the charm back on him before I had a chance to calm down a little. I guess you might say that I was a little over enthusiastic when I perfomed the charm. Just a little, I swear.
I sat down at a desk next to Terry in Transfiguration and immediatley struck up a conversation with him, only looking up at McGonagall to raise my hand while she called role. About ten minutes into the class McGonagall exploded.
"HONESTLY! I don't know what has gotten into you lot, but whatever it is, it is not a good excuse to NOT PAY ATTENTION in class. 15 points will be taken from Ravenclaw for your misbehavior."
Her explosion caused an immediate chain reaction. Padma Patil's gum dropped out of her mouth in surpise while she cut off her conversation with her friend Jessica Fletcher and they both sat up straight in their desks and took out parchment and quill. Desmond O'Conner, who had been leaning his chair back on two legs, picking his hair out with a comb, lost his ballance and fell over. Kevin abruptly stopped humming "God Save the Queen" and blinked several times while me and Terry looked up at McGonagall with surprise.
When she realized that she had our attention she continued, "Now that you have so kindly given me your attention may I please continue? Good. Now, as I was saying, this year, as I am sure you know, your OWLS will be held. Do not be surprised when you begin to notice that many of your teachers will be handing out to you a rather large work load, I hope you will not complain, as it is for your best."
No matter though, McGonagall's hopes would go in vain. For it was a shocked and sobered class that exited the Transfiguration class to head down to lunch.
"Can you believe that nerve of that..that...women?" Kevin burst as soon as we were out of her hearing range.
"I know! She's bloody freakin' crazy!" Desmond chirped.
"Four rolls of parchment!"
"She's gone bonkers if you ask me, and its due this Wednesday! And today is Monday!"
"Four rolls!"
"What is it on again?" I asked, I hadn't been able to catch everything that McGonagall had told us to write about. Damn she was a hard-ass bitch. Pardon my English.
"Fully discuss at least three dangers of transfiguring animate objects into in-animate objects. Also include ten famous transfigurations of this type in the last century that have gone wrong. Include why and how these transfigurations went wrong." Terry informed me, trust him to have it memorized word for word, showing off his Ravenclaw qualities. I shook my head and walked down to lunch.
***
I sat down at a desk in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and looked around. I didn't see any teacher although I did notice that the Ravenclaws shared this class with Gryffindors. I looked over at Harry and noticed that he was staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face. Thats strange, it looked much like the look Malfoy had been giving me at the feast the night before. Creepy.
I looked over to my right and asked Desmond, "So, what's this teacher like?" He simply looked at me funny and shook his head. He looked over at Kevin with a 'you explain' look on his face.
"Its hard to tell. We have a new teacher in this class every year."
"Well that's not too smart now, is it." I asked, half serious, half sarcastic.
"It's not really on purpose. Two of our teachers have worked for You Know Who, one of them was a stuck up brainless git and the other one was a werewolf." I raised one questioning eyebrow at him and was about to ask him to explain a little better but I was interupted by the doors to the classroom being burst open.
A very pretty women who looked no older then 25 stalked to the front of the classroom. She had on all black clothes, was exceptionally pale, and looked like someone you would not want to be enemies with.
She opened her mouth to speak in a smooth, even voice that sounded deathly dangerous. "Please excuse me for my lateness. I ran into Proffesor Snape in the corridor. He seemed to be under the strange illusion that he deserved to be teaching this class. Perhaps he needs to see Madame Pomfery. Oh, I nearly forgot, my name is Leona Lambrige and you are to refer to me as Proffesor Leona."
This caused the entire class to collapse into various forms of nervous laughter, at Snape's expense(I have yet to meet the man). I simply smirked as she once again began to talk. "Now, lets see. You are fifth years, yes? Ok. In your first year you were introduced to the basics Defense Against the Dark Arts. Your second year was a waste and in your third and fourth years you covered many various Dark Creatures and Curses.
"That is all very good. However, it must be noted that at times you will not have access to your wand to help protect yourself from the enemy. That is what I am here for. This year you will learn various forms of wand-less combat." As she said this an excited mumor swept through the room. Proffesor Leona took note of this and continued, "Don't be fooled, this will be a very hard and physicaly demanding class and I do not expect you all to fully appreciate it."
***
"That was awesome!"
"I know, did you see those throwing daggers? Wicked!"
"She's bloody brilliant! She even hates Snape!"
"And that sword? Hate to come in the way of that."
"And her classroom, its so dark its almost creepy, its wicked.
This was just some of the exited conversation that I picked up on my way down to dinner. I have to admit, Proffesor Leona was definately my favorite teacher I have ever had to this day, but still.
It turned out that she had decided that it would be approapiate to bring in a display of some of the weapons that we would be working on in class. They had included a sword, throwing daggers, a staff and several more foriegn and gruesome looking weapons. It was quite a brutal looking collection. She had informed us that we would spend about a month on each weapon as well as a hand-to-hand combat course before spending the last month or so of school to review our previous years for the OWLS. It did appear that her class would have some downfalls however, like---
"I can't believe that she's going to make us run around the lake three mornings a week!"
"Yeah, I know! And at an un-godly hour."
"At least we will be in shape!"
"But did she have to make it at 5:30!" Terry moaned, finishing off the conversation as we sat down at the Ravenclaw table for dinner. I was only slightly surprised when the three fifth year Ravenclaw girls sat down around us.
"Yeah, oh well. I suppose it will help us in quidditch." I said as I scooped some mashed potatoes on my plate.
"So, Lex, what do you think of Hogwarts?" Padma asked as she took the bowl of mashed potatoes from the table where I had set it down.
"It's pretty cool. Way better than my school back in America, although all the teachers that I have met have seemed a bit, erm, different in their own little way, and I have a feeling that the moving staircases might get to me." I said this while trying to make as much room as possible between myself and Lauren Talent, a girl I recongnized as one of Padma's friends. She was leaning in a little too close to me to grab the pumpkin juice that was located directly in front of me. As I continued to try to put some space between us Desmond seemed to notice my predicimet, causing him to snort into his own drink, quickly disguising it as a cough. I angrily took a swig of my own pumkin juice, still glaring at Desmond while leaning away from Lauren as she pressed her body up against me as she reached across the table for the salt. Stupid bastard, if he keeps laughing then...errr.
Terry, who seemed oblivious to the whole situation sparked up a conversation concerning the latest book he had read named "An In Depth Magical Examination of Muggle Sciences." Yikes. I muttered a few rude words at a still laughing Desmond and now Kevin and tucked in for a long dinner.
It wasn't until I had made it back up to the Ravenclaw common room and started on my Transfiguration essay that I remembered that I was due to meet Malfoy in the dungeons in only ten minutes. I groaned, put up my homework and told Terry, who was also working on his essay, that I had to go ask McGonagall about something. I threw my book bag onto my bed and hurried off towards the dungeons, giving into the fact that I would be a couple minutes late. Not even taking into consideration that I had no idea where the Malfoy wanted to meet me in the dungeons. ***
I hurried into another room down in the dungeons, hoping that this is wear Malfoy would be. God must like me as my prayers were answered. I quickly spotted him sitting in a large green armchair next to a blazing fire.
"Your late. Im surprised, after all, Ravenclaws are known for their promptness."
You didn't tell me WHERE in the dungeons you wanted to meet. I guess you could say I was lost, but no matter, Im not the one that was waiting. Now what the hell do you want?"
"Im a sorry for leaving out that little piece of information, I assure you that forgetfullness is not one of my main qualities.
"If you want to get straight to buisness then first let me tell you that everything I tell you tonight will stay between you and me. Understood?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay then, first things first. I am a Death Eater."
Son of a bitch. Was he bringing me down here to try and recruit me? If he was then he would soon discover that I would not think twice about telling him to go to hell and shove his wand up his ass along the way.
"Well...No surprise there. Now if you will excuse me, I have better things to do then be recruited to the ranks of Lord What's-His-Face. After all, shouldn't you be out groveling to your 'master' right about now?" I had seen enough of the Dark Lords ways that I ever needed to in my life. After all, my father had been one of You-Know-Who's little puppets.
"Yeah, I probably should be. But I never said that I was a faithful Death Eater."
He had my attention now. "What are you trying to say. Spit it out."
"I already told Potter, I don't spit, I talk." God, I thought he was going to say something else. "Anyways. I hate Voldemort. Hate every cell in his body, if you can call it a body. He has ruined my life and I am planning on doing anything possible to finish him off for good. Recently, over the summer, I have come up with an idea. I am starting up a new group, a seceret alliance if you will. This group has one purpose, one goal. To bring down Voldemort. Of course we will not be working with Dumbledore either. He wouldn't allow us, and I wouldn't work with The Great Mudblood Loving Fool anyway.
"This group will have members in it from both the Death Eaters and Dumbledore's Order of the Phoniex. Of course we will have people who are involved in neither group as well. People from the ministry and from around school. We will work mainly by simply passing mis-information on to the Death Eaters and Phoniex members, thus blundering their plans. Simple cunning, decieving and otherwise perfectly Slytherin like techniques. Of course we will do other things then simply blunder each sides plans. When it is necessary we will have to...eliminate certain people, making it look like the work of Voldemort, or even Dumbledore when necessary. We will operate in secret, maybe eventually revealing ourselves once it is clear that we have won. In a matter of speaking we will be the new kids on the playground. The new kids with invisibility cloakes that is, the ones that, at the right time, stick their feet out and trip the powerfull bullies."
I smirked. I had to admit that it was a half-way decent plan, but I wanted to know who I would be dealing with first, so I asked, "So, who all is in this group?"
"Well, I'm still recruiting but as of now I've got Blaise Zabini (sp?), Allen Lestrange, Dee Rider - he works at the Ministry, Mike Cooper - he works at the Ministry as well as being a Death Eater, lets see, ah yes, Cho Chang, Michael Diggory, Justin Flinch-Fletchy, the Weasley Twins," this caused me to raise and eyebrow. Malfoy simply smirked and said, "That's not even the best of it. I also got, you'll like this one, Harry Potter."
My jaw dropped to the floor and rubbed my ears a little bit. Harry? Working with Malfoy? That was almost the last straw.
"Hard to believe isn't it? Talked him into it this morning. I still find it hard to believe. Had to use all my little tricks, bribes, taunts and deceptions on that one. It actually came down to promising him some revenge on Voldie."
So Harry was in this little group, even if he was tricked into it. Intresting. Another question popped into my head. I blurted it out without a seconds hesitation. "If I join your little group, then, may I ask, what will be my roll in it. For I'm certainley not a Death Eater or a Phoneix member, and Im not exactly a strategiest or a hit-man or anything else that might be useful.."
Malfoy got a wide grin on his face and gave me an answer that shocked me. "You'll be a co-leader of the group along with me and Potter. We'll be quite unstoppable."
I smiled. Leader ehh? Didn't sound bad. I made up my decision. I reached across the distance between me and Malfoy and shook his hand for the second time in as many weeks while saying, "Count me in."
Oh hell, did I just fuck up my life and complicate it up or what.
Malfoy smiled again, a noticeable glint in his eye. He and reached in his pocket and pulled out two pieces of parchment. He gave one to me saying, "Read this when you get to bed tonight." He then handed me the other one and said, "Give this one to Potter, I can't be seen with him."
"What are they?"
"You'll See." As he said this he opened the door and walked off down the dungeons in the direction that I assumed was towards Slytherin common room.
I shrugged for about the 10th time that day and began to walk back to my common room with much on my mind. I had had a long and very strange first day. I would be glad when I would finally get back to sleep.
A/N So there you have it. Chapter four. Im almost done writing chapter 6, chapter 5 will be posted sometime next week . Im starting to develop a plot, at least hopefully. . R/R.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for me and the characters/places that I make up in my little mind. Everything else is owned by the great J.K.R., Warner Bro. Scholastic, Bloomsbary or whoever else has this stuff copyrighted...Im just borrowing it.
Happy New Year!!!
lots of thanks to aurelie, my first reviewer. thanks. I hope anyone else that reads this will reivew, even though I know its not that good. This chapter is a bit longer but I don't know if its all that good. I had to retype it as my computer decided to lock up after I had typed the first time and it hadn't given me time to save it. Oh well. I hope you like it. R/R. Oh, and sorry if Malfoy is slightly OOC in this chapter(not too badly), you'll have to live with it. Now on with the main event.
Chapter 4: New Kids On The Playground
* Draco Malfoy POV *
I eyed the famous Dream Team with much annoyance. Didn't Scar-face ever go anywhere alone? He always seemed to have some sort of damn escort everywhere he went, probably scared to be alone. I rolled my eyes and decided to drop to some desperate measures.
I pointed my wand at Potter's book bag and muttered a simple curse, causing it to split in half and spill its contents all across the floor of the Great Hall. Charming.
"Damn it! Why did my pack have to split now?" Potter moaned in annoyance. This caused the Weasle on his side to burst into cascades of laghter, leading the mudblood 'tut' and walk on out of the Great Hall ahead of the two. Honestly, how did those three ever become friends? It must have been through some sort of Gryffindor bonding program. Bad mental picture.
"Its alright Ron, I got it. Go on and catch up with Hermione." Weasle bit his lip for a second, shrugged and walked out of the hall. He wasn't going to help clean up the pile of ink and parchment if he didn't have to, especially if it gave chance for some time alone with Granger. Potter was now alone, objective one complete.
After his faithful sidekicks had left I stealthly(stealthness is a vauled trait in the Malfoy family) walked up behind Potter and said my most annoying voice, "My, my Potter. Perhaps you should invest some of your fan club revenues towards buying a better bag."
"Shove of Malfoy."
"And waist my clever handy work? Honestly Potter, it is quite hard to seperate you from those two faithful mudbloods. Well, Weasley isn't technically."
"It was you." Potter said as realization dawned on his face, looking from his torn bag, to Malfoy, and back to his torn bag. God, how did he survive Lady Voldiesnort so many times if he was that slow. Did he really think that his bag would just randomly split open? Typical Gryffindor
"You ass-hole, that bag caust twelve gallons." And his point is?
"I am soooo sorry Potter, I didn't realize that you had emptied your Gringotts accont for that piece of shit."
At this point Potter rolled his eyes and spat out, "What the hell do you have to say? I know you good enough to know that you don't care to insult me in front of Ron and Hermione."
"Quite a good observation Potter. You are correct, I need to speak to you of something."
"Spit it out then."
"Sorry Potter, unlike you I don't spit when I talk. Besides, I don't want to talk here."
"Then where, I haven't got all day you know Malfoy!" Lord knows it is way to easy to piss of Potter, typical Gryffindor.
"In here." I said this as I walked into a hidden room behind a portrait near the entrance to the Great Hall. Potter let out a frustrated sigh and followed me through, not once thinking(as far as I could tell) that I might have bad intentions in leading him into a dark hidden room.
Luckily for Potter, I wasn't waiting behind the door with a blunt axe. On the contrary I was already sitting back in one of two armchairs next to a roaring fire, looking quite relaxed. I motioned to Potter, who was curiously looking around the small room, to do the same.
"What?" Potter spat again.
"I have a potentially life-changing offer to propose to you Potter."
* Back to the main story *
"Oy! Wake up you great prat!"
"Emmm. What are you doing that for?" I asked sleepliy as Kevin Keenen hit me over the head with a pillow.
"Its 8:35 and classes start in less than half an hour! Breakfest is alreadly over, here's some toast, I thought that you would want something to eat. I recommend that you take a shower though, you look like shit."
"Thanks." I mumbled as I stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower, grabbing some clothes and my robes along the way. When I exited the bathroom 15 minutes later it was only to be met by an impatient Kevin.
"If we don't hurry up then we'll be late for our first class of the day! Everyone else left five minutes ago!"
"Alright, alright...lets go." I said as I pulled my book bag over my shoulder. As we exited the common room I asked, "So, what classes do we have this morning?"
"First we have Charms with Flitwick, he's our head of house you know. Good thing to, he'll be less likely to take points off if we're late. After that we have Transfiguration with McGonagall. She's a bit of a hard-ass if you ask me, but still a good teacher."
By now we had reached the Charms classroom and burst into the room at the same time that Proffesor Flitwick entered through his office door. He looked up at us and a large grin came over his face.
"Ahh yes. I see that you made it to class in time Mr. Thiel. I was a bit worried that you would be late when you didn't show for breakfest, but alas, I was incorrect in my assumptions. No matter, take a seat, thats it."
I lightly wondered if this professor had been hit with a bad case of a cheering charm in his youth, or if he was just naturally always in such a good mood. I shook my head to clear my thoughts as I took a seat and began to listen to what Flitwick was saying.
"...which means that this year we will be covering a few mood altering and illusion charms before going into protection spells. After Christmas we will mostly just be reviewing for our OWLS which we will be taking at the end of the year. Right then. Now everyone get with a partner. Today we will start with the most basic form of the energy enhancing charm, best to start simple at the beggining of the year. This charm has much the same effect on you as the muggle drug caffine, although it is not addictive, unlike caffine and can be a bit more...potent. Go on now, pair up."
I turned and looked at Kevin and asked, "So, wanna be my partner." He shrugged and nodded before we turned our attention back to the minuture ball of energy that is reffered to as Proffesor Flitwick. He was telling the class how to perform the spell so I decided that I better pay attention.
***
As I exited the charms classroom with the rest of the fifth year Ravenclaws I noted that a random passer-by would be able to point out an extra spring in most of our steps. That is most of our steps. Kevin was an exception to that. To say that he had an extra spring in his step would be an understatment. He was running down the hall towards the Transfiguration classroom at top speed while singing loudly "This is the song that never ends!...." God, if he keeps that up then someone will be dead by the end of the day. I swear I'll end up killing him or myself if he doesen't shut up.
He was an amusing sight though and I had to suppress my laughter as I watched him bounding down the hall and rememberd what had put him into such a state. He had put the charm on me first, giving me a large burst of energy which thus caused me to preform the charm back on him before I had a chance to calm down a little. I guess you might say that I was a little over enthusiastic when I perfomed the charm. Just a little, I swear.
I sat down at a desk next to Terry in Transfiguration and immediatley struck up a conversation with him, only looking up at McGonagall to raise my hand while she called role. About ten minutes into the class McGonagall exploded.
"HONESTLY! I don't know what has gotten into you lot, but whatever it is, it is not a good excuse to NOT PAY ATTENTION in class. 15 points will be taken from Ravenclaw for your misbehavior."
Her explosion caused an immediate chain reaction. Padma Patil's gum dropped out of her mouth in surpise while she cut off her conversation with her friend Jessica Fletcher and they both sat up straight in their desks and took out parchment and quill. Desmond O'Conner, who had been leaning his chair back on two legs, picking his hair out with a comb, lost his ballance and fell over. Kevin abruptly stopped humming "God Save the Queen" and blinked several times while me and Terry looked up at McGonagall with surprise.
When she realized that she had our attention she continued, "Now that you have so kindly given me your attention may I please continue? Good. Now, as I was saying, this year, as I am sure you know, your OWLS will be held. Do not be surprised when you begin to notice that many of your teachers will be handing out to you a rather large work load, I hope you will not complain, as it is for your best."
No matter though, McGonagall's hopes would go in vain. For it was a shocked and sobered class that exited the Transfiguration class to head down to lunch.
"Can you believe that nerve of that..that...women?" Kevin burst as soon as we were out of her hearing range.
"I know! She's bloody freakin' crazy!" Desmond chirped.
"Four rolls of parchment!"
"She's gone bonkers if you ask me, and its due this Wednesday! And today is Monday!"
"Four rolls!"
"What is it on again?" I asked, I hadn't been able to catch everything that McGonagall had told us to write about. Damn she was a hard-ass bitch. Pardon my English.
"Fully discuss at least three dangers of transfiguring animate objects into in-animate objects. Also include ten famous transfigurations of this type in the last century that have gone wrong. Include why and how these transfigurations went wrong." Terry informed me, trust him to have it memorized word for word, showing off his Ravenclaw qualities. I shook my head and walked down to lunch.
***
I sat down at a desk in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and looked around. I didn't see any teacher although I did notice that the Ravenclaws shared this class with Gryffindors. I looked over at Harry and noticed that he was staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face. Thats strange, it looked much like the look Malfoy had been giving me at the feast the night before. Creepy.
I looked over to my right and asked Desmond, "So, what's this teacher like?" He simply looked at me funny and shook his head. He looked over at Kevin with a 'you explain' look on his face.
"Its hard to tell. We have a new teacher in this class every year."
"Well that's not too smart now, is it." I asked, half serious, half sarcastic.
"It's not really on purpose. Two of our teachers have worked for You Know Who, one of them was a stuck up brainless git and the other one was a werewolf." I raised one questioning eyebrow at him and was about to ask him to explain a little better but I was interupted by the doors to the classroom being burst open.
A very pretty women who looked no older then 25 stalked to the front of the classroom. She had on all black clothes, was exceptionally pale, and looked like someone you would not want to be enemies with.
She opened her mouth to speak in a smooth, even voice that sounded deathly dangerous. "Please excuse me for my lateness. I ran into Proffesor Snape in the corridor. He seemed to be under the strange illusion that he deserved to be teaching this class. Perhaps he needs to see Madame Pomfery. Oh, I nearly forgot, my name is Leona Lambrige and you are to refer to me as Proffesor Leona."
This caused the entire class to collapse into various forms of nervous laughter, at Snape's expense(I have yet to meet the man). I simply smirked as she once again began to talk. "Now, lets see. You are fifth years, yes? Ok. In your first year you were introduced to the basics Defense Against the Dark Arts. Your second year was a waste and in your third and fourth years you covered many various Dark Creatures and Curses.
"That is all very good. However, it must be noted that at times you will not have access to your wand to help protect yourself from the enemy. That is what I am here for. This year you will learn various forms of wand-less combat." As she said this an excited mumor swept through the room. Proffesor Leona took note of this and continued, "Don't be fooled, this will be a very hard and physicaly demanding class and I do not expect you all to fully appreciate it."
***
"That was awesome!"
"I know, did you see those throwing daggers? Wicked!"
"She's bloody brilliant! She even hates Snape!"
"And that sword? Hate to come in the way of that."
"And her classroom, its so dark its almost creepy, its wicked.
This was just some of the exited conversation that I picked up on my way down to dinner. I have to admit, Proffesor Leona was definately my favorite teacher I have ever had to this day, but still.
It turned out that she had decided that it would be approapiate to bring in a display of some of the weapons that we would be working on in class. They had included a sword, throwing daggers, a staff and several more foriegn and gruesome looking weapons. It was quite a brutal looking collection. She had informed us that we would spend about a month on each weapon as well as a hand-to-hand combat course before spending the last month or so of school to review our previous years for the OWLS. It did appear that her class would have some downfalls however, like---
"I can't believe that she's going to make us run around the lake three mornings a week!"
"Yeah, I know! And at an un-godly hour."
"At least we will be in shape!"
"But did she have to make it at 5:30!" Terry moaned, finishing off the conversation as we sat down at the Ravenclaw table for dinner. I was only slightly surprised when the three fifth year Ravenclaw girls sat down around us.
"Yeah, oh well. I suppose it will help us in quidditch." I said as I scooped some mashed potatoes on my plate.
"So, Lex, what do you think of Hogwarts?" Padma asked as she took the bowl of mashed potatoes from the table where I had set it down.
"It's pretty cool. Way better than my school back in America, although all the teachers that I have met have seemed a bit, erm, different in their own little way, and I have a feeling that the moving staircases might get to me." I said this while trying to make as much room as possible between myself and Lauren Talent, a girl I recongnized as one of Padma's friends. She was leaning in a little too close to me to grab the pumpkin juice that was located directly in front of me. As I continued to try to put some space between us Desmond seemed to notice my predicimet, causing him to snort into his own drink, quickly disguising it as a cough. I angrily took a swig of my own pumkin juice, still glaring at Desmond while leaning away from Lauren as she pressed her body up against me as she reached across the table for the salt. Stupid bastard, if he keeps laughing then...errr.
Terry, who seemed oblivious to the whole situation sparked up a conversation concerning the latest book he had read named "An In Depth Magical Examination of Muggle Sciences." Yikes. I muttered a few rude words at a still laughing Desmond and now Kevin and tucked in for a long dinner.
It wasn't until I had made it back up to the Ravenclaw common room and started on my Transfiguration essay that I remembered that I was due to meet Malfoy in the dungeons in only ten minutes. I groaned, put up my homework and told Terry, who was also working on his essay, that I had to go ask McGonagall about something. I threw my book bag onto my bed and hurried off towards the dungeons, giving into the fact that I would be a couple minutes late. Not even taking into consideration that I had no idea where the Malfoy wanted to meet me in the dungeons. ***
I hurried into another room down in the dungeons, hoping that this is wear Malfoy would be. God must like me as my prayers were answered. I quickly spotted him sitting in a large green armchair next to a blazing fire.
"Your late. Im surprised, after all, Ravenclaws are known for their promptness."
You didn't tell me WHERE in the dungeons you wanted to meet. I guess you could say I was lost, but no matter, Im not the one that was waiting. Now what the hell do you want?"
"Im a sorry for leaving out that little piece of information, I assure you that forgetfullness is not one of my main qualities.
"If you want to get straight to buisness then first let me tell you that everything I tell you tonight will stay between you and me. Understood?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay then, first things first. I am a Death Eater."
Son of a bitch. Was he bringing me down here to try and recruit me? If he was then he would soon discover that I would not think twice about telling him to go to hell and shove his wand up his ass along the way.
"Well...No surprise there. Now if you will excuse me, I have better things to do then be recruited to the ranks of Lord What's-His-Face. After all, shouldn't you be out groveling to your 'master' right about now?" I had seen enough of the Dark Lords ways that I ever needed to in my life. After all, my father had been one of You-Know-Who's little puppets.
"Yeah, I probably should be. But I never said that I was a faithful Death Eater."
He had my attention now. "What are you trying to say. Spit it out."
"I already told Potter, I don't spit, I talk." God, I thought he was going to say something else. "Anyways. I hate Voldemort. Hate every cell in his body, if you can call it a body. He has ruined my life and I am planning on doing anything possible to finish him off for good. Recently, over the summer, I have come up with an idea. I am starting up a new group, a seceret alliance if you will. This group has one purpose, one goal. To bring down Voldemort. Of course we will not be working with Dumbledore either. He wouldn't allow us, and I wouldn't work with The Great Mudblood Loving Fool anyway.
"This group will have members in it from both the Death Eaters and Dumbledore's Order of the Phoniex. Of course we will have people who are involved in neither group as well. People from the ministry and from around school. We will work mainly by simply passing mis-information on to the Death Eaters and Phoniex members, thus blundering their plans. Simple cunning, decieving and otherwise perfectly Slytherin like techniques. Of course we will do other things then simply blunder each sides plans. When it is necessary we will have to...eliminate certain people, making it look like the work of Voldemort, or even Dumbledore when necessary. We will operate in secret, maybe eventually revealing ourselves once it is clear that we have won. In a matter of speaking we will be the new kids on the playground. The new kids with invisibility cloakes that is, the ones that, at the right time, stick their feet out and trip the powerfull bullies."
I smirked. I had to admit that it was a half-way decent plan, but I wanted to know who I would be dealing with first, so I asked, "So, who all is in this group?"
"Well, I'm still recruiting but as of now I've got Blaise Zabini (sp?), Allen Lestrange, Dee Rider - he works at the Ministry, Mike Cooper - he works at the Ministry as well as being a Death Eater, lets see, ah yes, Cho Chang, Michael Diggory, Justin Flinch-Fletchy, the Weasley Twins," this caused me to raise and eyebrow. Malfoy simply smirked and said, "That's not even the best of it. I also got, you'll like this one, Harry Potter."
My jaw dropped to the floor and rubbed my ears a little bit. Harry? Working with Malfoy? That was almost the last straw.
"Hard to believe isn't it? Talked him into it this morning. I still find it hard to believe. Had to use all my little tricks, bribes, taunts and deceptions on that one. It actually came down to promising him some revenge on Voldie."
So Harry was in this little group, even if he was tricked into it. Intresting. Another question popped into my head. I blurted it out without a seconds hesitation. "If I join your little group, then, may I ask, what will be my roll in it. For I'm certainley not a Death Eater or a Phoneix member, and Im not exactly a strategiest or a hit-man or anything else that might be useful.."
Malfoy got a wide grin on his face and gave me an answer that shocked me. "You'll be a co-leader of the group along with me and Potter. We'll be quite unstoppable."
I smiled. Leader ehh? Didn't sound bad. I made up my decision. I reached across the distance between me and Malfoy and shook his hand for the second time in as many weeks while saying, "Count me in."
Oh hell, did I just fuck up my life and complicate it up or what.
Malfoy smiled again, a noticeable glint in his eye. He and reached in his pocket and pulled out two pieces of parchment. He gave one to me saying, "Read this when you get to bed tonight." He then handed me the other one and said, "Give this one to Potter, I can't be seen with him."
"What are they?"
"You'll See." As he said this he opened the door and walked off down the dungeons in the direction that I assumed was towards Slytherin common room.
I shrugged for about the 10th time that day and began to walk back to my common room with much on my mind. I had had a long and very strange first day. I would be glad when I would finally get back to sleep.
A/N So there you have it. Chapter four. Im almost done writing chapter 6, chapter 5 will be posted sometime next week . Im starting to develop a plot, at least hopefully. . R/R.