A/N : You know the drill. J.K.-All Me- Adina and some multi-colored floppy disks

Previously~~
When they reached the entrance to the dungeons, Lupin and 'Snuffles' were waiting for them. Sirius hadn't let his true identity be known to Adina, so he could go with her when they went outside. They two men led the five teenagers to a small, locked and guarded room in the farthest corner from the stairs they used. Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Lupin, and Madame Pomfrey were waiting for them. Inside the cell, an odd combination of squeaks, moans, and ravings about 'masters' and 'failure'. Wormtail had woken.


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The three guards (two trolls and one burly wizard unknown to the sixth years.) opened the heavy metal door. McGonnagall jumped in quickly and preformed a complex spell that would keep him from transforming. You see the man in the cell was none other than Peter Pettigrew, an unregistered animagi that could turn into a rat at will.

After this was done, the rest of the group stepped in. Peter's wand had, of course, been taken away, so he was no danger to anyone, and he could not escape, being unable to transform. He knew this, so he was presently cowering in the darkest corner of his cell. Snape stepped forward and pulled a bottle of crystal clear liquid out of his robes. Harry recognized it immediately, from having before seen it used. In his fourth year, but for a different Death Eater.

Snape pulled the stopper from the small vial and forced some down Wormtail's throat. He grimaced, then, most likely realizing what it was, he screamed in terror, and cried, muttering things about his master, failing, and generally making sadder and more terrified noises than before.

Dumbledore drew himself a chair in midair, and then sat on it and proceeded to interrogate the man. "What is your name?"

"Peter Pettigrew."

"Why are you here?"

"My master sent me to kidnap the girl that the prophesy was written about. It was my last chance before he killed me."

"And who is your master?"

"Lord Voldemort." At this, everyone in the room, including Pettigrew, shuddered, with the exception of Dumbledore, Harry, and Adina.

"Has he regained any of his powers?"

"Only with the use of an extra powerful wand." At this, Adina looked at the wand in her own hand. In her opinion, it was the best wand there could possibly be. Ebony, 13 inches, stiff, with an unusual core. It contained dragon heartstring, actually from the dragon that Harry had battled in his fourth year, with a unicorn tail hair and a veela hair, twisted together, wrapped around it. It was custom made for her on her second day in the wizarding world. Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, and the four students that knew her secret went to Diagon Alley for three hours. The students wanted to stay longer, even Draco liked to look at all the interesting things in the alley, but McGonagall was adamant that they shouldn't spend any more time than necessary outside the castle, where they were better protected. "You mean I'm better protected, right?" Adina muttered as McGonagall tore her away from 'Egyptian Treasures', a new store that none of them had seen yet, containing only artifacts from ancient Egypt, one of Adina's favorite cultures from the muggle and wizarding point of view.

But she was drawn out of her memories by Dumbledore's next question. "What were Voldemort's plans for the girl?"

"He thinks that the prophecy means he must marry the girl."

"What?" yelled Draco, shocking everyone.

"Marry that bastard! Is he crazy?" Adina yelled at the same time.

"Yes." Said Wormtail. He had to answer Adina's question since he was under the truth serum.

"Where was he going to take her?"

"Somewhere in Africa."

"What would happen after he married her?"

"He would take over the world, starting with Africa. That is all I know about that. He makes sure that no one knows too much in case they are captured."

"Well, that's all we're going to get from him about that, but I do have one more question. Can you name any other un captured Death Eaters?

"Yes. Avery, but he was killed, McNair, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and Malfoy." Draco hung his head and nodded as every one looked at him, except for Dumbledore, Snape, and Wormtail.

"Will you return to Voldemort as soon as you're let out?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to?"

"No."

"Why?"

"He will kill me."

"That is all. Professor Snape, please give him the sleeping potion." Snape stepped forward and handed the man a bottle, which he drank. He then dropped off to sleep. "Madame Pomfrey, please do something about the cut on his head, it seems to be rather large and infected."

"Yes, sir. I would've done it before, but we didn't want him to wake up while I was in here."

"That's quite all right, Madame. If you're finished, we can all go up to my office."

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"So you see, we can't allow any of you to go to Diagon Alley, Hogsmead, or even the grounds alone. You will be escorted by a teacher, most likely Professor McGonagall, when ever you wish to visit Hagrid, or go to Hogsmead. Diagon Alley is out of the question."

"But what about me? Do I need an escort? What do you think my father will do when he finds out? He's gonna kill me for associating with muggles first of all, then conspiring against him, then lastly for just allowing myself to get into this situation! And there's no way you'll be able to keep it from him either. He always finds out everything I do. You remember that one time that I got a lower score than Potter on my Muggle Studies final exam last year? I was in the dungeon for two whole weeks with only the stupid house elf! Why should I go along with this whole thing? I'm not even in any danger. No one would believe that a Malfoy would be defying the Dark Lord!"

At this, Draco ran out of breath and took to mumbling and ranting quietly from a couch in the corner. Dumbledore looked at him for a few minutes, then said, "Most of the students have seen and commented on your odd behavior these past weeks. And the whole Hall saw you run out this morning with the four of them. Even the, er, slower ones will have worked it out now. You are in danger, especially now that we know the parents of your friends are Death Eaters. Any one of them could get word to your father." At this Draco went more pale than Harry thought was possible, even for him. He suddenly felt an annoying stab of sympathy, and vowed to himself that if Ron and Hermione felt the same, he would be nicer to him. "However, he cannot do anything to you while you are under my care. And if we can use Pettigrew's confessions to convince the Ministry, you might not have to worry about being locked in the dungeon ever again."

"I reuse to be babysat, and if you think the Ministry will act against my father, you're wrong. They've been eating out of his hand for so long they don't even know how to go against him. And if you think there's nothing he can do while I'm here, or that I won't have to worry about the dungeon, you're wrong again. He can do anything he wants, whenever he wants, and I for one, am not going to challenge him." During his speech, Draco's coloring had gone back to normal, then he became somewhat flushed. It was apparent, however he tried to hide it, that he was afraid of his father. Adina had to try very hard to resist the wild urge to run up and hug him. She vented her feelings by trying to use her telepathy to move a small crystal one on of the book shelves. Hermione had been working with her, trying to help her develop her skills so that she could use them at will. She had only done it successfully last night, after two weeks of practice. Usually however, all she developed was a splitting headache.

Dumbledore told them that was all he had to say for now and told Harry Ron and Hermione that they were free to go. But asked Draco and Adina to stay for a moment. The others gave them quizzical looks, and asked Adina if she wanted them to wait for her. "Yeah, It'd take me forever to find my way out of here."

When the three were out of hearing, Dumbledore asked Adina how she was getting on at school. She looked sideways at Draco before replying, "Potions is fun, but my favorite subjects are Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, and Study of Ancient Runes."

"It's odd that you say you like potions. Most students I speak to don't like it. Why do you?"

"Well, either Snape ignores me, or I get partnered with Draco and get an instant A." Draco blushed again, and looked at his feet. "All three of my favorites can be done without a wand, so I'll still be able to use them when this whole thing is over."

"Yes, my dear. I do hope that is possible."

Both students looked at the headmaster, but he didn't go on. Draco spoke up, hesitantly, "Sir? Why did you want me to stay?"

"I was thinking about what you said about your father always knowing. Would any of your friends, Slytherin friends that is, be willing to spy for your father? I know this is an unlikely situation and the only reason I even suggest it is that it's actually happened before. Back when your father was in school, he spied on one of his fathers friends children for money."

"That would be just like him, wouldn't it." It wasn't a question. "I bet any of them would do it. Except maybe for Pansy."

"I've also been thinking about your father being on the run. He wouldn't be able to do anything to you even if he found out would he." It wasn't even confusable with a question. "Any sighting of him would immediately alert the ministry of his whereabouts and he would be sent to Azkaban. How many sentences is it?"

"Seventeen. But I still don't want him to hear about it. Even if a sighting would be enough to catch him, he'll still have enough time to do about anything before the Ministry gets here."

"No, that's where you're wrong." Adina smiled as she said this.

"What?" Draco stammered.

"He would never have enough time to hatch and raise three attack dragons, set them on you, knock over a shelf of baby food, burn four hundred and seventy two point one buildings, and learn to play every Beethoven symphony on five different instruments before they got here."

Dumbledore smiled and there was a noticeable twinkle in his eye. Adina was about to ask if there was anything else he wanted, because her friends were still waiting at the bottom of the steps when Dumbledore said the exact thing. She laughed out loud and the crystal she had gone back to staring at suddenly flew off it's shelf.

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The next day happened to be a Friday and the Gryffindors had double potions with the Slytherins. Snape seemed to be in a particularly vindictive mood, and until they were partnered up, Adina had no clue why. For the first time ever, she was partnered with Hermione. And Harry wasn't partnered with a Slytherin. In fact, none of the Gryffindors were.

"Uh-oh." Hermione said when she noticed this. "Quidditch season is starting."

"What? What's Quidditch, and why is it a problem?"

"Quidditch is a wizarding sport. Each house has it's own team, and Gryffindor almost always beats Slytherin. So he always starts off the season by putting us into our own group, then taking points away from all the groups."

"Why does he care?"

"He's the head of Slytherin. I thought you knew that."

"You've all probably told me millions of times, but I only remember stuff when it's imperatively necessary."

"Ron told me to tell you to stop using big words all the time."

"He's just mad because it makes him feel inferior. He doesn't know what they mean."

"Well, then remind me to buy him a dictionary for Christmas. Ten points from Gryffindor for talking. Each." Snape had walked up behind them while they were talking. Those points were enough to shut Hermione up, but Adina was very much not used to Snape. She continued to provoke him until finally his full anger broke.

"Here's a few big words for you." He hissed through gritted teeth. "Insubordinance, Atrocious, Stupidity," and quietly, so that Adina was the only one who heard, "Muggle."

He said the last part like it was some dirty swear word, some vile infectious disease that should not be allowed. And that really pissed her off. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head forward, so that she was looking upwards at Snape. He didn't really know what to do at this point, he'd never had a student fight back. So he settled for returning the look, only he was looking downwards..

Slowly, the other students started noticing the stares being passed between their teacher and the odd new student. And they were all thinking the same thing. If looks could kill.

Adina could feel the energy boil up inside her, more quickly than it had ever come before, even when they were being attacked by Wormtail. She was holding it, with all her might, trying to prove to herself that she was actually accomplishing something, controlling her power.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the smoke coming from under her cauldron. The finger-like tendrils were snaking toward her, she could actually feel them curling around her arms and neck. She was beginning to loose control.

Draco saw a few small thing begin to hover over where they had been sitting. He slid his chair over toward the table next to him and pulled on Harry's sleeve, keeping his eyes on the hovering objects, and Adina. Harry whispered, "What?"

"Things are hovering. She's really mad."

"We should probably duck before she looses it." Both boys ducked under Harry's table, pulling Ron with them. Just in time, as all the cauldrons in the room, including the poison Snape had been brewing, exploded. The scalding liquids hit the dungeon ceiling and mixed with the poison. There was an explosion, which knocked a rather large hole in the ceiling. The contents of the room above started falling into this one, but most were stopped before they hit the floor and hurled themselves in random directions.

Draco noticed that many of the things were green, and he distinctly remembered seeing those chairs before, but he couldn't quite place them. Until a large banner fluttered to the floor in front of their hiding place. He pulled in under and spread it out as best he could. Then groaned loudly and said, "She just blew up the floor of the Slytherin dormitory."


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"As you all undoubtedly know by now, recent events make the Slytherin dormitories unlivable right now. So as we fix the problem, we must ask the other three houses if they'll mind sharing spaces a bit. I would like the first, second and third years in the Hufflepuff dorms, the fourth and fifth years with the Ravenclaws, and the sixth and seventh years sharing with the Gryffindors. Before you complain," Dumbledore added, noticing the mutinous expressions almost the entire hall had, "just remember that it will most likely only last a week or so."

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"I can't believe our rotten luck! First we were stuck with him for a couple hours everyday, now we're stuck with him all day every day." Ron was complaining loudly on their way to Transfiguration, the first class of the day.

"Calm down, Ron. And in case you've forgotten, I have to share a room with Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode." Hermione spoke up.

"Both of you shut up. I have to share too, and I'm not complaining. Besides, we don't even know if they'll room with us, personally. I mean, our room isn't big enough for four more people. And is your dorm big enough for three more?" Harry asked.

"Well, we've only got four people in there, so I guess it is."

"Oh, well, Dumbledore won't make us share a room with all of them will he? Maybe one or two in each room, you think?"

"Maybe It won't be so bad. If they're all like Draco."

"All like Malfoy! What's wrong with you, Adina? I mean I know that you're new to the whole Slytherin-Gryffindor thing, but in case you haven't noticed, they are all like Malfoy. Slimy, heartless, bastards!"

"Shut up, Ron! You can't just shout out things like that in the halls. You know better. I don't understand what's wrong with you this year."

"Let it go Herm." Harry said to her quietly. "This argument has been coming for weeks. She'll win, and he'll get even with Malfoy at tonight's Quidditch match. We play them, first match of the season." Harry and Hermione commenced talking about the upcoming season, as Ron and Adina argued about Draco. ( 'He is not heartless' and 'He's a slimy git and I don't know why you stick up for him!')

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"And Gryffindor Captain Harry Potter dodges the badly aimed bludger, send his way by Slytherins newest member, Nathan Freese. The quaffle is now in the hands of Ron Weasley, Gryffindors top scorer. Both Slytherin beaters are after him- just look at how he dodges them-and I think- Yes! Gryffindor scores!" Dean Thomas's' voice rang out above the crowds cheers, as he gave the commentary. "It's now a tied game, sixty to sixty. The Slytherin team, under captain Draco Malfoy, has regained some of the skill it used to have, but-Foul! That was deliberate! You filthy Bastards!. Red Card!!"

"Dean!"

"Sorry, Professor, I guess I am like Lee. Any way, penalty shot for Gyffindor, Ron Weasley puts it past Malcolm Baddock with no problem. The game continues, after that open foul- ('Dean, I'm warning you!)-with Gryffindor in possession of the Quaffle. Natalie McDonald, a third year, throws to Penny-No, it's intercepted by Graham Pritchard, Slytherin fourth year. Back up the pitch, Pritchard moves to score, and ---Oh, no! Gets past Adler Wensby. Slytherin up by ten, this is quickly becoming a very dirty game, that makes seven fouls in the last ten minutes." Dean was right. Harry, who had been on the team for six years now, longer than anyone else, had never played in such a game at Hogwarts. There had been Blagging, Blatching, Blurting, Cobbing, Stooging, and even one case of Haversacking. He was getting very tired of dodging Bludgers as well. They had been playing for almost two hours and no one had seen the snitch.

Also, there were so many fouls (mostly Slytherin) and perfectly executed blocking formations (both teams) that even Ron was having trouble scoring. He was busy wandering what would happen if the snitch wasn't caught by morning, that he almost didn't see Malfoy start diving. Harry, wrenched out of his daydream, turned his Firebolt and followed, desperately trying to see if Malfoy was really after the snitch. He was pulling even, drowning out the noise of the crowd. He still didn't see it, so he decided that, even though he'd never even thought of doing it before, he would have to foul Malfoy. He waited until he pulled just ahead, then jerked his broom sideways, right in front of the other seeker.

Malfoy pulled his broomstick level with the ground (they had been flying downwards) a second too late. The tail end of Harry's broom smacked him in the face, leaving a trail of bleeding twig scratches.

"You unspeakable bastard! I was trying to do a Wronski Feint. I promised Adina I would try one today."

"Well, if youd've told me. I would've played along. I thought you really saw the Snitch and I wasn't about to let you get it."

"Oh go boil your head."

Five minutes later, Harry caught the snitch, as Ron 'accidently' flew backwards into Draco.

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"Well, I thought it was brilliant."

"You would."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you're a brainless git."

"Look who's talking."

"Oh, yeah, that's an original."

"Shut up. You're only jelouse that no one thought you were brilliant."

"Argh! You completely missed the point!"

"I think that I got the point much better than you did, both times, actually."

"What?"

"If you were'nt always so clueless, you'd completely understand why she's pissed off. See you tomorrow, Harry." Adina gave a half wave to the other boy, leaving the red-headed one sputtering, mostly incoherently, about 'The Point'.

"You know what, Ron?"

"Not you too! Oh, fine, then. What?"

"I think they're both right. Don't feel bad, though, because I just now figured it out. You'll understand soon enough, and if you don't, they'll probably beat it into your head. I'm gonna go talk to Ginny, see if she knows yet. G'night Ron."

"Why am I always left out?" Ron whispered to the now empty common room.

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