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Students were taken to their classes by the prefects of the houses. Potions was the first on the time table for Gryffindors. The fifth years entered the dim lighted dungeon, with a gloomy air. Seamus looked up from the floor and saw a red head sitting in Snape's desk.
"Uh, why are you here?" he spoke up.
"Please, just sit down. I'll explain in a bit." she said.
Everyone sat down in silence, waiting for the explanation.
"Alright, Professor Snape has come down with a nasty flu. He will be on his feet soon, but until then I'll be teaching." Willow said calmly, taking some sheets from a text.
"Why would Snape get the flu, he never gets sick!" Neville whispered to a friend.
"Um professor Rosenberg... Who is teaching your class?" a Hufflepuff student asked.
"Spike gladly accepted teaching my class for the day." she replied. "Now if you will all get parchment and quills out. I'll start writing down the components of the next potion you are going to be trying out."
*
"Okay, Snape is sick and Stephanie is missing. I really think something is going on." Ron said as they migrated to their next class.
"Really, you think?" Dawn asked sarcastically.
Ron glanced at her in annoyance.
"Let's just not worry about this right now. In all logic, they could both be in the hospital wing right now." Hermione said.
They took this explanation in silence. Hermione left to go help the second years from their double class.
All worries were put at the back of their minds and everything went back to normal by supper.
"Are we going to go meet in the library and study after supper?" Hermione asked.
"Uh the Quiditch team were going to practice tonight." Harry swallowed a piece of meat.
"Yeah and the next match is next Monday." Ron said.
"All right, Ron and I will go study. I'll catch you up tomorrow." Hermione said and finished her meal.
*
The hall was buzzing with excited students for a Quiditch game was after school tonight.
"Hey, why is Malfoy with the teachers?" Ron asked pointing to the head table.
Dawn looked around trying to find Draco. Hermione and Harry looked up at the table.
"That's a good question, Ron." Harry said and took one more glance at his enemy's father.
Dawn stopped out of vain, and continued to poke at her eggs.
First class was History, Professor Binns was explaining the origin of most dark magic (magick?). The second class was potions. They were taken to that class by a Ravenclaw Prefect, Harry noticed Stephanie walked out of a corridor. He poked his friends.
"Hey I think Stephanie is out of the hospital wing."
They looked and saw the small girl look around, they waved her over. She came over, with her books.
"Uh... may I ask why everyone is traveling in large groups?" she asked nervously.
Ron looked at the others, "We don't know, something happened three days ago."
Dawn looked at her, not knowing if she was lying, knowing Draco's story.
They walked into the class, seeing Mr. Malfoy they understood why he was here. Dawn heard a small clatter of books and looked down, Stephanie was picking up her texts and notes. Dawn picked a seat for the two. Malfoy cleared his throat:
"Professor Dumbledore." he said with some kind of annoyance. "has asked me to be the substitute for Professor Snape."
Everyone looked around, his eyes floated around the room landing on a few selected students, his eyes held for a second longer where Dawn and Steph, and Harry and Ron sat.
"Alright what was the last potion you have created? I wasn't updated." he said in a crude tone.
Hormone slowly raised her hand, he crossed over her and looked around. "Page number?" he asked in annoyance. "Potter I suppose you would know?"
Harry looked around, then skimmed the text, "one seventy-eight..."
Malfoy took his text and found the page, skimmed it and turned the page. "Fine then, get the ingredients for the constricting potion. As it says it will take a day and a half to make and we will try it tomorrow." he sat down and stared at the students while they got with their partners and got the ingredients.
Dawn sat down, with the ingredients and looked at Stephanie. "Weren't you going to get the cauldron and beakers?"
She sat there for a second in space before she shuddered and looked at her friend, "Uh.. yep." she quickly got up and took the beakers and cauldron. With shaky hands she put everything together.
"He's freaky, huh?" Dawn whispered as she equaled the ingredients.
"Beyond freaky, he's creepy, with a weird vibe around him too." she shuddered.
"You feel it too?"
Her friend glanced at her, her pupils bigger then usual. "Yeah. What's his name again?"
"Malfoy."
Steph almost chopped herself, going white, she started to chop more slowly after.
*
Most of the teachers were in a room talking. "Albus, I know you give everyone a chance, but, Malfoy gives me the willies." Willow declared.
"Willow, I know this, but also something is going around the school."
"I agree with both of you, but why did you drag Lucius in this?" McGonagall asked.
"I believe Voldemort has risen again." everyone winced except Willow and Spike. "and Lucius may be able to help with this small crisis we have."
"Malfoy is a back stabbing git. I feel it in my bones." Spike said.
"May that be as it is, but we do need his help."
"Have we even figured out the crisis?" McGonagall asked.
"Yes, Minerva. We believe the small cases of dehydration is an attack by something or another."
She gasped, "but how?"
Spike swallowed, "Uh, Will believes it's a vamp or something along those lines.." he scratched his nose.
"Vampire? but they come out at night..." Promfrey said.
"The attacks have been at night.. well except that game on Halloween." Willow confirmed.
"Is Severus going to become one of them then?" she asked.
"No, he hasn't been sired... but then again, there are no marks." Spike said.
"Willow do you confirm this?" Dumbledore asked the witch.
"I will if you want. But Spike here is the expert."
"We'll continue this converstation tomorrow. Right now we must get to the Quiditch game."
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Students were taken to their classes by the prefects of the houses. Potions was the first on the time table for Gryffindors. The fifth years entered the dim lighted dungeon, with a gloomy air. Seamus looked up from the floor and saw a red head sitting in Snape's desk.
"Uh, why are you here?" he spoke up.
"Please, just sit down. I'll explain in a bit." she said.
Everyone sat down in silence, waiting for the explanation.
"Alright, Professor Snape has come down with a nasty flu. He will be on his feet soon, but until then I'll be teaching." Willow said calmly, taking some sheets from a text.
"Why would Snape get the flu, he never gets sick!" Neville whispered to a friend.
"Um professor Rosenberg... Who is teaching your class?" a Hufflepuff student asked.
"Spike gladly accepted teaching my class for the day." she replied. "Now if you will all get parchment and quills out. I'll start writing down the components of the next potion you are going to be trying out."
*
"Okay, Snape is sick and Stephanie is missing. I really think something is going on." Ron said as they migrated to their next class.
"Really, you think?" Dawn asked sarcastically.
Ron glanced at her in annoyance.
"Let's just not worry about this right now. In all logic, they could both be in the hospital wing right now." Hermione said.
They took this explanation in silence. Hermione left to go help the second years from their double class.
All worries were put at the back of their minds and everything went back to normal by supper.
"Are we going to go meet in the library and study after supper?" Hermione asked.
"Uh the Quiditch team were going to practice tonight." Harry swallowed a piece of meat.
"Yeah and the next match is next Monday." Ron said.
"All right, Ron and I will go study. I'll catch you up tomorrow." Hermione said and finished her meal.
*
The hall was buzzing with excited students for a Quiditch game was after school tonight.
"Hey, why is Malfoy with the teachers?" Ron asked pointing to the head table.
Dawn looked around trying to find Draco. Hermione and Harry looked up at the table.
"That's a good question, Ron." Harry said and took one more glance at his enemy's father.
Dawn stopped out of vain, and continued to poke at her eggs.
First class was History, Professor Binns was explaining the origin of most dark magic (magick?). The second class was potions. They were taken to that class by a Ravenclaw Prefect, Harry noticed Stephanie walked out of a corridor. He poked his friends.
"Hey I think Stephanie is out of the hospital wing."
They looked and saw the small girl look around, they waved her over. She came over, with her books.
"Uh... may I ask why everyone is traveling in large groups?" she asked nervously.
Ron looked at the others, "We don't know, something happened three days ago."
Dawn looked at her, not knowing if she was lying, knowing Draco's story.
They walked into the class, seeing Mr. Malfoy they understood why he was here. Dawn heard a small clatter of books and looked down, Stephanie was picking up her texts and notes. Dawn picked a seat for the two. Malfoy cleared his throat:
"Professor Dumbledore." he said with some kind of annoyance. "has asked me to be the substitute for Professor Snape."
Everyone looked around, his eyes floated around the room landing on a few selected students, his eyes held for a second longer where Dawn and Steph, and Harry and Ron sat.
"Alright what was the last potion you have created? I wasn't updated." he said in a crude tone.
Hormone slowly raised her hand, he crossed over her and looked around. "Page number?" he asked in annoyance. "Potter I suppose you would know?"
Harry looked around, then skimmed the text, "one seventy-eight..."
Malfoy took his text and found the page, skimmed it and turned the page. "Fine then, get the ingredients for the constricting potion. As it says it will take a day and a half to make and we will try it tomorrow." he sat down and stared at the students while they got with their partners and got the ingredients.
Dawn sat down, with the ingredients and looked at Stephanie. "Weren't you going to get the cauldron and beakers?"
She sat there for a second in space before she shuddered and looked at her friend, "Uh.. yep." she quickly got up and took the beakers and cauldron. With shaky hands she put everything together.
"He's freaky, huh?" Dawn whispered as she equaled the ingredients.
"Beyond freaky, he's creepy, with a weird vibe around him too." she shuddered.
"You feel it too?"
Her friend glanced at her, her pupils bigger then usual. "Yeah. What's his name again?"
"Malfoy."
Steph almost chopped herself, going white, she started to chop more slowly after.
*
Most of the teachers were in a room talking. "Albus, I know you give everyone a chance, but, Malfoy gives me the willies." Willow declared.
"Willow, I know this, but also something is going around the school."
"I agree with both of you, but why did you drag Lucius in this?" McGonagall asked.
"I believe Voldemort has risen again." everyone winced except Willow and Spike. "and Lucius may be able to help with this small crisis we have."
"Malfoy is a back stabbing git. I feel it in my bones." Spike said.
"May that be as it is, but we do need his help."
"Have we even figured out the crisis?" McGonagall asked.
"Yes, Minerva. We believe the small cases of dehydration is an attack by something or another."
She gasped, "but how?"
Spike swallowed, "Uh, Will believes it's a vamp or something along those lines.." he scratched his nose.
"Vampire? but they come out at night..." Promfrey said.
"The attacks have been at night.. well except that game on Halloween." Willow confirmed.
"Is Severus going to become one of them then?" she asked.
"No, he hasn't been sired... but then again, there are no marks." Spike said.
"Willow do you confirm this?" Dumbledore asked the witch.
"I will if you want. But Spike here is the expert."
"We'll continue this converstation tomorrow. Right now we must get to the Quiditch game."
