A/n: Wow! Didn't expect so many reviews! =P sorry for making you people wait so long!!!! Anyway, I think there'll be two more short chapts, or maybe 3, and the darker side of the story comes out. Your reviews have a funny effect on me, I end up all hyper! =D

Mz.Undastood-Actress - Yeah, I know, in my view, it seemed that those apparating would go to Hogsmeade instead, to apparate. While those who take the portkeys come straight from Hogwarts. Therefore, I'll be updating chapt 1 to make sure that info's there! Also, I don't care how many times you review! 20, 120, 50 billion, I'm happy!

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            Draco crept into his father's study, carefully looking for anybody who would pose a threat to him being there. Once in, he approached the bookcase standing at the far left of the room. Pushing down "Hexes and Jinxes for the Socialite Pureblood", the bookcase started to part, forming a tunnel.

            It led him to a small dark room, filled with rows and rows of poisons, muggle torture devices, dark arts books and antidotes. Heading over to the antidotes section, he found a rough number of 20 huge full shelves, waiting to be gone through. "This is going to be one long day," he groaned.

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            Dumbledore read the reply of his letter.

Professor,

            Things are not going well. The date for the event has been pushed forward. I have yet to find out what the task is. Whatever the task is, it must be important as there has not been much Death-eater activity than usual.

                                    I have to go now. Granger had been infected by the Dremiterus potion. I'll reply as soon as new information is found.

                                                                        D.S.

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            Ron was sitting in the compartment on the Hogwarts Express with Arelle. They still had 2 more hours before they reached King Cross Station. Picking up his book, "Quidditch Matches 1899-1999", he continued reading about the match between the Chudley Cannons and the Falmouth Falcons.

Arelle, who sat opposite him, was looking out the window. Ron, who suddenly felt that the silence was comfortable blurted out the first question that came to his mind.

"Why aren't you helping Voldemort?"

Arelle looked up at him, watching him as if he had sprouted another pair of eyes on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're a Slytherin and all. And all Slytherins are supporters of him after all..."

"Most Slytherins Ron, most. Not all."

"Fine. So why aren't you a supporter?"

"The Dythe family has never and will never, kill or hurt any innocent. And definitely not for pleasure. We have no intention to follow the sick, demented ways of Tom Riddle. We go by our own ways, and we are independent on ourselves. We gain power because of our hard work, and not because we follow a sick man."

"Then why are you in Slytherin?"

"The Dythe family has always either been in Slytherin or Ravenclaw. We are smart, and are willing to learn more. We can be cunning when we need to be. We are independent and ambitious. I suppose I was more of an ambitious type which is why I ended up in Slytherin."

Ron kept quiet, absorbing the newly-received information about his friend.

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            Draco had gone through the first shelve, yet still no sight of the antidote for the Dremiterus potion. Sighing, he glanced at the clock to realize that he had taken three hours just to go through the first shelf.

'Ugh...I'll come back tomorrow with some house-elves to help me.'

Draco stalked back up to his room, tired and weary. He wanted more than anything to just rest on his bed, but he couldn't, he had to go to a death-eater's party in an hour's time. 'A warm bath will do then.'

He entered his room quickly, and slowly closed the door as not to awake the sleeping girl. As he approached her, he noticed that his normal green sheets were not so green anymore. Large spots, more like puddles of red, stained the emerald satin sheets. As he pulled it back, he saw a large wound in the middle of her stomach.

'Of all the dreams she could have had, she had to have a bloody one.' He quickly took out his wand and muttered, "Helius Lelios". Immediately, the wound patched up. Another quick wave of his wand, and his blanket was clean, spotless of any blood.

Assured that the immediate danger was settled with, he turned to his potion. He was just in time to add the dragon scales. The mixture turned a dark blue. Just 16 more days before it was ready. Draco left to get ready for the gathering that he had to attend. His potions book on the table, open for anyone to see.

Dremiterus Potion

            The Dremiterus Potion, a twisted version of the dreamless sleep potion, was created by a dark wizard in the medieval times. Anyone whose blood is mixed with the potion will suffer symptoms of realistic dreams. Effects of the dream will be found on the person. Also other effects such as high fever and coughing out blood, are included. Though the antidote is fairly easy enough to brew, the time for the potion to finish is long. As most cannot survive more than a week, the antidote is useless at times.

Warning: Bloodthirsty dreams, especially those focused on the victim itself, may speed up the victim's death.