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This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Chapter 3: Sinister


Hogsmeade town, a joyful and lively place.

Where Hogwarts' students go during weekends, the place where you usually hear laughing, and the air is just full of glee.


Macari's shoes were making annoyingly squeeky noises as he passed thru the muddy streets of the old town.
But now, everything changed.

Everything, was dark and evil spelled the atmosphere.
The old shops were woods and bricks left ignored, to rot.
A swift fog was making it harder to see thru it.
Smell of burnt wood and blood conquered your senses.

As Macari walked further he could hear distinctive noises of men (deatheaters probably) drunk, joined with the laughing were screams by women.

Shadows could be seen in the corners, eyes were following Macari's every move.
Finally, he turned to his right ot enter the old jokeshop, once owned by the late Weasley twins.

He oppened the door and entered the shop.
A group of cloaked and hooded men were sitting around a table, expensive wine and food were offered to them.
The men, who were talking casually looked over to the newcomer.

One figure stood up, his face still covered by the hood of his cloak.
But Macari, knowing who it was in a flash gave a respectful bow.
"Gary," the voice said. "I see you have some information for me?"

Macari noded dryly. "They're in the old school master, Hogwarts castle."

This information caused the other man to push his hood down.
A smirk plastered on his face.
"Dumbledore is so lame. Why would they go back there? Ofcourse the better so i could finally get rid of them."
Draco said confidently.

He then walked out the door shutting it causing the other men to jump. Draco walked the streets of the old town.
He looked around, this was what he accomplished.

He hated this place for some reason, he cursed it forever.
Maybe because when he was at Hogwarts he used to go here since his third year. he remembered looking at his fellow classmates run down the streets, and having happy faces.
It made him sick. But maybe it was because this is the place where he and Virginia usually go to talk and just be casual.

It was the place where they first kissed.


He cursed under his breath and started walking in a faster pace.
Finally tired of walking he started to levitate and started off to his former school...

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Ginny walked the hallways of her old school. This place held so many memories, both happy and painful.
She still recognized the hallways despite the condition they're in.
It was old now, the castle. It needs maintenance but it was still in a good shape, just needs a bit polishing.

Ginny started off to another direction.
Unfortunately she was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't know where she was going.

Finally she realized that her feet was so used into taking her to,
the Slytherin prefect's room.

She felt her heart sink and her eyes water.
Finally her feet stopped just infront of the painting.

Until now she remembered the password.
She was trying to decide if she should enter or not.
Then, she closed her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"No"

She muttered, her eyes till closed.
She turned around and started to walk back.
But she bumped to a figure, which blocked her way.
Surprised by this, she opened her eyes and a gasp was heard...

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