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It's a Fact, Kid

By Silver Wolf





Chapter One

Sylvan opened the door to the small house he shared with Daniel and William and hung his jacket on the coat rack.

Walking into the lounge, he found Will lying on the couch looking stressed. His brown-haired friend sighed in relief as he saw him come in.

"Thank god you're back, Sylv!" he exclaimed. "I can't talk any sense into the man. He's completely lost it!" He stood up and walked towards him, but halfway there he had to duck a fork that came flying in from the kitchen. He smiled ruefully. "See what I mean?"

"Yeah, but what's going on?" Sylvan asked. "Why is Dan in the kitchen?"

"I'm cooking, Sylvan, what do you THINK I would be doing in the kitchen???" Dan demanded angrily from the doorway.

The blond shrugged. "I dunno Dan. But last time you were in there it was because of that Shannon girl."

Will nodded. "And you nearly blew the house up trying to cook her lunch."

"So who is it this time?" Sylvan asked with a sly grin. "Shannon again? Or maybe Eliza? Or is it Jasmine, the girl you took to Andy's party?"

Dan rolled his eyes. "Different girl. Name's Annie."

"Hmm," Sylvan smiled. "Danny and Annie. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" he ducked the tea towel aimed at his head and walked past to his bedroom to get changed.

"What did I tell you about calling me Danny!!!" Dan yelled from the lounge. Sylvan ignored him and pulled on a pair of black jeans.

He left the room and grinned at his friends. "I hope you guys are ready for company, it's nearly Christmas and Draco should be here soon."

"Yeah yeah," Dan muttered, retreating back into the kitchen.

Will snorted. "Black again, Sylv?" he said, eyeing the blond's shirt, jeans, and leather boots.

He shrugged. "I like black."

"So I noticed," someone said from the front door.

Sylvan turned to see his half brother hanging his jacket. "You're early."

"I know. I turned Mother's hairdryer into a fish and she threw the PortKey at me."

Sylvan groaned. "Why am I not surprised it's something like that?"

Draco smirked. "You must know me too well."

"I'd relinquish the familiarity if I could, believe me," Sylvan remarked dryly.

Before Draco could retort, the door burst open and Remus Lupin fell in. Literally.

Sylvan raised his eyebrows. "What on earth are you doing down there, Moony?"

Remus didn't move. "I'm lying here looking like a complete dolt because I had trouble getting the door open with an armful of Potion ingredients."

"And speaking of which...." Will trailed off, having noticed the werewolf's empty arms.

Remus gestured vaguely out the door, where three bags of various ingredients were lying innocently.

Draco sighed. "Are you going to lay there all night, Remus, or are you going to move?"

He stood up and grinned sheepishly. "And keeping within tradition, I make a fool of myself in front of Malfoys. Typical."

"I'll say," Dan commented from the kitchen. "Now come in, the lot of you. Sylv needs to talk to you two."

Draco and Remus looked curiously at Sylvan, but he ignored them and made his way into the lounge, sitting in his favourite chair and waiting for them to join him.

They were even more curious when Dan and Will went into the kitchen, closing the door behind them. Sylvan never shut them out of discussions, which is why the two Muggles knew everything about the wizarding world that they did.

Sylvan turned to them. "Remus, Draco," he began. "What do you know about the assassin who's been killing off Death Eaters for the past two months?"





Ooooh, an evil cliffy! So, who's the mysterious assassin? Find out soon.

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