Disclaimer: You know the Harry Potter books? Yeah, well they're not mine.
A/N: Another character, but not its really just a name, and I needed some
one... but she's a happy character so cheer up Lisa!
Alisa had called for a meeting Wednesday afternoon to update everyone on what was going on in the other groups. Draco was mysteriously missing.
"Should we go looking for her?" Harry asked.
"No." Alisa said, "He knows we're having the meeting, there's a reason he's not here, and we shouldn't drag him away from whatever the reason is."
"Do you know why he isn't here?" Ron asked.
"No. I haven't seen him all day and I didn't see him yesterday either. Did anyone see him yesterday?" Alisa asked.
It was silent for a moment then Hermione joined the conversation, "I did. In the trophy room. We talked."
"Did he tell you how it went with his father?" Alisa asked.
Hermione looked down to the floor, "Yeah, he said a little."
"And?" Harry said, looking at Hermione.
"He said his father told the other death-eaters what he's doing... and his father had a way to make it seem like he had truly switched sides." Hermione said, still looking down.
"And?" Harry said again, "How is his father going to achieve this feat?"
"Well... you'll have to wait for supper for that, I suppose." Hermione said, staring intently at a spot on the rug.
"What?" Ron said.
"He told me I would have to wait as well, so don't ask me." Hermione said, still not looking at any of them.
"Alright then, I guess we wait." Alisa said, "Now, down to business. How did it go for everyone?"
Everyone looked around at the others in the circle, "We've got some auroras coming." Harry said.
"Excellent." Alisa said, "Hermione, Ron, and I laid down a protection spell on Saturday, and yesterday put a spell on all the windows. Professor LePudiven?" She turned to the lastest member of the circle.
The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher turned to Alisabelle, "Please, call me Lisa." She smiled, "As you know, we are added more to our program. I'm thinking we'll continue with the patronus followed by..."
And so the meeting continued forward, Harry listening intently to the knew spells they would learn in DADA, Hermione dazing off slightly, wondering where Draco was and staring at Ron, who was in turn, staring at Alisa, who was listening to Professor LePudiven, while Snape was rubbing his arm, and Dumbledore simply looked amused. ***
At supper that night, Draco was oddly late, not appearing until the food had long since appeared upon the tables. He avoided piercing eyes and didn't even acknowledge Alisabelle, sitting next to Dumbledore at the head table. He sat at the end of the Slytherin table, far from his coveted spot with the Slytherin Quidditch team at the centre of the table. All the Slytherins looked at him in disgust, or in some cases, if you looked closely, jealousy, either thinking that he had turned from his father and Voldemort or knowing he was a spy and wishing they could be as well.
It seemed uneventful at first, but soon after Draco had taken the first bite of the food before him an eagle-owl flew down from above them, carrying a red envelope.
Draco took the envelope and shooed the bird away, setting the letter aside. The entire school went silent with a watchful eye. Draco smoothed his napkin on his lap and picked up his fork to continue eating. No one dared say a word until- "Aren't you going to open it?" Asked Pansy Parkinson who was sitting little distance down the table from him.
He looked up at her, "No, I'm not." Everyone around whispered quickly amongst themselves, half expecting Draco himself to explode before them- or worse. And they all fell silent again, staring at him intently. Draco glared around, "Fine! I'll open the damn letter." He picked it up the envelope and carefully broke the seal. Suddenly Lucius Malfoy's voice rang loudly through the hall.
I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU DO UNDER MOST SITUATIONS, DRACO MALFOY, BUT YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR! YOU MAY CHOOSE TO CONSORT WITH THAT FOOL DUMBLEDORE AND HIS USELESS FRIENDS, BUT IF YOU DO, YOU CANNOT EXPECT TO CONSORT WITH ME! AS
FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, I HAVE NO SON!
The envelope hit the table in front of him and burst into flames. "Are you happy now?" Draco said angrily to all around him. Everyone quickly began eating again.
And so, Lucius Malfoy's plan did indeed work, everyone was convinced Draco had turned from his father. Draco spoke to hardly anyone. He did indeed speak with Hermione so much during the day after the Howler, someone started a rumour that he had turned from his father just to be with Hermione. Only Harry and Ron made a few weak attempts to correct them, after all, as long as they thought he had turned, it didn't really matter what they thought the reason for turning was.
During Thursday evening, Draco helped Alisa, Hermione, and Ron spell the bathrooms so that the students could hide within them during the attacks, out of reach of the Death Eaters. After the spells were set, Hermione went again to the library, Alisa disappeared, and Draco and Ron wondered back to the their common rooms in hopes of getting some homework done.
Alisa had called for a meeting Wednesday afternoon to update everyone on what was going on in the other groups. Draco was mysteriously missing.
"Should we go looking for her?" Harry asked.
"No." Alisa said, "He knows we're having the meeting, there's a reason he's not here, and we shouldn't drag him away from whatever the reason is."
"Do you know why he isn't here?" Ron asked.
"No. I haven't seen him all day and I didn't see him yesterday either. Did anyone see him yesterday?" Alisa asked.
It was silent for a moment then Hermione joined the conversation, "I did. In the trophy room. We talked."
"Did he tell you how it went with his father?" Alisa asked.
Hermione looked down to the floor, "Yeah, he said a little."
"And?" Harry said, looking at Hermione.
"He said his father told the other death-eaters what he's doing... and his father had a way to make it seem like he had truly switched sides." Hermione said, still looking down.
"And?" Harry said again, "How is his father going to achieve this feat?"
"Well... you'll have to wait for supper for that, I suppose." Hermione said, staring intently at a spot on the rug.
"What?" Ron said.
"He told me I would have to wait as well, so don't ask me." Hermione said, still not looking at any of them.
"Alright then, I guess we wait." Alisa said, "Now, down to business. How did it go for everyone?"
Everyone looked around at the others in the circle, "We've got some auroras coming." Harry said.
"Excellent." Alisa said, "Hermione, Ron, and I laid down a protection spell on Saturday, and yesterday put a spell on all the windows. Professor LePudiven?" She turned to the lastest member of the circle.
The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher turned to Alisabelle, "Please, call me Lisa." She smiled, "As you know, we are added more to our program. I'm thinking we'll continue with the patronus followed by..."
And so the meeting continued forward, Harry listening intently to the knew spells they would learn in DADA, Hermione dazing off slightly, wondering where Draco was and staring at Ron, who was in turn, staring at Alisa, who was listening to Professor LePudiven, while Snape was rubbing his arm, and Dumbledore simply looked amused. ***
At supper that night, Draco was oddly late, not appearing until the food had long since appeared upon the tables. He avoided piercing eyes and didn't even acknowledge Alisabelle, sitting next to Dumbledore at the head table. He sat at the end of the Slytherin table, far from his coveted spot with the Slytherin Quidditch team at the centre of the table. All the Slytherins looked at him in disgust, or in some cases, if you looked closely, jealousy, either thinking that he had turned from his father and Voldemort or knowing he was a spy and wishing they could be as well.
It seemed uneventful at first, but soon after Draco had taken the first bite of the food before him an eagle-owl flew down from above them, carrying a red envelope.
Draco took the envelope and shooed the bird away, setting the letter aside. The entire school went silent with a watchful eye. Draco smoothed his napkin on his lap and picked up his fork to continue eating. No one dared say a word until- "Aren't you going to open it?" Asked Pansy Parkinson who was sitting little distance down the table from him.
He looked up at her, "No, I'm not." Everyone around whispered quickly amongst themselves, half expecting Draco himself to explode before them- or worse. And they all fell silent again, staring at him intently. Draco glared around, "Fine! I'll open the damn letter." He picked it up the envelope and carefully broke the seal. Suddenly Lucius Malfoy's voice rang loudly through the hall.
I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU DO UNDER MOST SITUATIONS, DRACO MALFOY, BUT YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR! YOU MAY CHOOSE TO CONSORT WITH THAT FOOL DUMBLEDORE AND HIS USELESS FRIENDS, BUT IF YOU DO, YOU CANNOT EXPECT TO CONSORT WITH ME! AS
FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, I HAVE NO SON!
The envelope hit the table in front of him and burst into flames. "Are you happy now?" Draco said angrily to all around him. Everyone quickly began eating again.
And so, Lucius Malfoy's plan did indeed work, everyone was convinced Draco had turned from his father. Draco spoke to hardly anyone. He did indeed speak with Hermione so much during the day after the Howler, someone started a rumour that he had turned from his father just to be with Hermione. Only Harry and Ron made a few weak attempts to correct them, after all, as long as they thought he had turned, it didn't really matter what they thought the reason for turning was.
During Thursday evening, Draco helped Alisa, Hermione, and Ron spell the bathrooms so that the students could hide within them during the attacks, out of reach of the Death Eaters. After the spells were set, Hermione went again to the library, Alisa disappeared, and Draco and Ron wondered back to the their common rooms in hopes of getting some homework done.