Draco Malfoy entered Dumbledore's office a little nervous, but as he sat
down, he was downright scared. Of course, he didn't show it, but Snape
could tell he was scared out of his wits.
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure that you know Mr. Fudge," he gestured to a man standing in the corner, who Malfoy just noticed. He looked around, wondering whom else was in the room.
Professor Snape was there of course, as was his daughter. Was this about his earlier comment? He looked back to the Headmaster.
"Draco, your father has been captured in connection to the death of Rachel Christensen. He goes before the Ministry in a couple of days." Dumbledore paused, letting it sink in, then continued with information Draco probably knew but would never admit. "Your father has been charged with murder, and was found to be a Death Eater; Voldemort's right hand." Draco suddenly realized what had happened. Snape must have told Fudge the names of all the Death Eaters when he realized he had been found out. The anger welled up in him, but he hid it. Dumbledore saw this and interpreted it.
"I assure you, Professor Snape had nothing to do with any of this." He was in so much shock that he didn't hear Snape address him until the third time.
"Mr. Malfoy! It is only a matter of time before the school finds out. I think it would be best if you take a furlough from school until this matter is settled." Draco had no idea what to say to this, but Samantha stepped in.
"That will not be necessary. I do not stand for any form of ridicule, no matter the recipient." Dumbledore stood and smiled.
"Very well. Samantha, please escort Mr. Malfoy to his next class. Divination, isn't it?" Draco merely nodded and stood.
"Yes Headmaster. I'll even stay if you don't mind Mr. Malfoy. I know most in there are in Gryffindor. No doubt the Head Girl told her friends; they may try something." Again, he nodded, and Snape bowed his head to her. She gave him a very small smile and they exited the chamber.
On the walk to the tower, Samantha tried to take his mind off his father.
"How did you get into Advanced Divination?" She waited almost a full minute before he responded.
"I, uh, like the subject and asked Professor Trelawney to request me. It's very interesting." This shocked her; it wasn't the answer she had been expecting, especially from a Slytherin.
"What about potions?"
"It's an interesting enough subject, but I don't really like it. The only good thing is I get to see Potter and Longbottom screw everything up." He paused, and sighed. "How did Potter get into Advanced Potions anyway? I doubt Snape requested him."
"No, the Headmaster did. I imagine Professor Snape had quite a fit this morning to walk in and find Mr. Potter in his class." She lifted the door that led to Trelawney's domain and was accosted with a powerful odor of incense. Draco went up first, followed reluctantly by Samantha. She walked over to Trelawney.
"I apologize for Mr. Malfoy's tardiness."
"I know all about it," she replied, nodding at the boy. He gave a genuine smile and pulled up a chair beside her. Samantha turned and surveyed the room. Apparently, it wasn't very difficult to get into Advanced Divination; she saw at least four other fifth years were sitting in various- shaped chairs. Just as she had suspected, the older Gryffindors were glaring at Malfoy.
She spotted an empty chair in the back and took it. She sank into the plush cushions, trying to drown out the old bat's ranting. She snorted quietly a few times when Trelawney came up with a prediction that was weirder than usual. Once the class was over, she and Mr. Malfoy headed to Transfiguration.
As they entered, Samantha nodded to McGonagall. She nodded back, indicating she did indeed know. It seemed as if a few Hufflepuffs had heard, but maybe they were just flaunting their recent success. She stayed until the start of class, then slipped out.
She walked over to Arithmancy. Professor Vector smiled at her and continued with his lesson. When class was over, she knew why Arithmancy was one of her worst subjects: too much logic and thinking. To her, magic was something that was felt, it was natural. Remembering this, she turned in her tracks, heading for Professor Binns' class.
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A/N: As I said, I like Malfoy, but hate his dad. Next chapter we find out what exactly a sorcerer is and how they differ from wizards.
I have Ch 17 typed, but I don't think y'all would like me posting them all at once. I'm gonna do one or two chaps a day until it's through. Hopefully, it won't go past 20 chaps, but ya never know.
Aztec
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm sure that you know Mr. Fudge," he gestured to a man standing in the corner, who Malfoy just noticed. He looked around, wondering whom else was in the room.
Professor Snape was there of course, as was his daughter. Was this about his earlier comment? He looked back to the Headmaster.
"Draco, your father has been captured in connection to the death of Rachel Christensen. He goes before the Ministry in a couple of days." Dumbledore paused, letting it sink in, then continued with information Draco probably knew but would never admit. "Your father has been charged with murder, and was found to be a Death Eater; Voldemort's right hand." Draco suddenly realized what had happened. Snape must have told Fudge the names of all the Death Eaters when he realized he had been found out. The anger welled up in him, but he hid it. Dumbledore saw this and interpreted it.
"I assure you, Professor Snape had nothing to do with any of this." He was in so much shock that he didn't hear Snape address him until the third time.
"Mr. Malfoy! It is only a matter of time before the school finds out. I think it would be best if you take a furlough from school until this matter is settled." Draco had no idea what to say to this, but Samantha stepped in.
"That will not be necessary. I do not stand for any form of ridicule, no matter the recipient." Dumbledore stood and smiled.
"Very well. Samantha, please escort Mr. Malfoy to his next class. Divination, isn't it?" Draco merely nodded and stood.
"Yes Headmaster. I'll even stay if you don't mind Mr. Malfoy. I know most in there are in Gryffindor. No doubt the Head Girl told her friends; they may try something." Again, he nodded, and Snape bowed his head to her. She gave him a very small smile and they exited the chamber.
On the walk to the tower, Samantha tried to take his mind off his father.
"How did you get into Advanced Divination?" She waited almost a full minute before he responded.
"I, uh, like the subject and asked Professor Trelawney to request me. It's very interesting." This shocked her; it wasn't the answer she had been expecting, especially from a Slytherin.
"What about potions?"
"It's an interesting enough subject, but I don't really like it. The only good thing is I get to see Potter and Longbottom screw everything up." He paused, and sighed. "How did Potter get into Advanced Potions anyway? I doubt Snape requested him."
"No, the Headmaster did. I imagine Professor Snape had quite a fit this morning to walk in and find Mr. Potter in his class." She lifted the door that led to Trelawney's domain and was accosted with a powerful odor of incense. Draco went up first, followed reluctantly by Samantha. She walked over to Trelawney.
"I apologize for Mr. Malfoy's tardiness."
"I know all about it," she replied, nodding at the boy. He gave a genuine smile and pulled up a chair beside her. Samantha turned and surveyed the room. Apparently, it wasn't very difficult to get into Advanced Divination; she saw at least four other fifth years were sitting in various- shaped chairs. Just as she had suspected, the older Gryffindors were glaring at Malfoy.
She spotted an empty chair in the back and took it. She sank into the plush cushions, trying to drown out the old bat's ranting. She snorted quietly a few times when Trelawney came up with a prediction that was weirder than usual. Once the class was over, she and Mr. Malfoy headed to Transfiguration.
As they entered, Samantha nodded to McGonagall. She nodded back, indicating she did indeed know. It seemed as if a few Hufflepuffs had heard, but maybe they were just flaunting their recent success. She stayed until the start of class, then slipped out.
She walked over to Arithmancy. Professor Vector smiled at her and continued with his lesson. When class was over, she knew why Arithmancy was one of her worst subjects: too much logic and thinking. To her, magic was something that was felt, it was natural. Remembering this, she turned in her tracks, heading for Professor Binns' class.
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A/N: As I said, I like Malfoy, but hate his dad. Next chapter we find out what exactly a sorcerer is and how they differ from wizards.
I have Ch 17 typed, but I don't think y'all would like me posting them all at once. I'm gonna do one or two chaps a day until it's through. Hopefully, it won't go past 20 chaps, but ya never know.
Aztec