A/N: Sorry that this chapter was late. I was busy.
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Harry ran out of the dormitory, out of the common room, then out of the castle. He ran and he ran until he reached the lake. For some reason, there's something about it that makes him relax and think.
'They can't know, they'll die! Everyone around me dies. If they find out about the prophecy, they're going to be a target for Voldemort. I can't let that happen!'
Harry was repeating this over and over in his head. He was totally confused on how Yurin could have possibly dream about the prophecy when she just knew about the wizarding world this?
He settled himself on the foot of a tree and sat there to collect his thoughts.
Ron and Hermione stared at the spot where their messy-haired friend was standing. Why did he run? Does he know something about that voice Yurin has been hearing? Too many questions are asked with limited answers.
"What do you think that's about?" Ron asked, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion
"I don't know" Hermione answered, shaking her head
"Well, do you think we should follow him or no?" Ron asked
"No, I think he needs sometime alone, obviously there is something he is hiding" Hermione said, settling down on the foot of Yurin's bed, careful not to bother the sleeping figure.
Ron nodded and did the same thing, only settling on Parvati's bed. There was silence between them, until they decided to go down to breakfast, which started a couple minutes ago.
Hermione and Ron went down to the Great Hall not uttering a word to each other. They settled down to their seats and ate silently, while other students socialized with each other.
Hoots were heard signaling that mail has come.
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As different kinds of owls swooped down to the four tables of the hall, an eagle owl made it's way to the Slytherin table, right in front of Pansy Parkinson. She looked startled, but took the letter and unrolled it. It read:
Ms. Parkinson,
It is I, Lucius Malfoy. You might be wondering why am I writing to you. This is about my son, Draco. I won't beat on the bush; he is not a Malfoy anymore. He dishonored our name and refused to serve the Dark Lord. Any interaction with him will not be tolerated. Most of all anyone who is foolish enough to follow his footsteps will suffer the same faith, or worst. Shun him, stun him, do anything to make his life miserable, out of people sight of course. He has to much pride to ask for help, I know that for a fact for he was a Malfoy. Inform your other housemates if they don't want to suffer the same faith.
Lucius Malfoy
Pansy re-read the letter more than three times, trying to let the information sink in. Draco refused to serve? He is disowned? Then, that means he is not rich, feared and famous anymore. No need hanging over him anymore, she thought. Clutching the letter with her other hand, she stood up.
"Blaise!" Pansy called
Blaise Zabini turned his head and nodded. Pansy motioned him to come. He did and leaned over to Pansy.
"What is it?" Blaise asked.
"Tell everyone to come and meet me in the Slytherin Common Room NOW!" she said hurriedly. Blaise nodded and gathered everyone. Pansy made her way to the common room, with the Slytherins slowly following behind.
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Harry noticed the all the Slytherins slowly getting up and out of the Great Hall, even Crabbe and Goyle, and breakfast isn't done yet. He turned to Ron and Hermione.
"What do you think that's about?" Harry said, nodding his head to the group of people leaving the hall.
"I don't know, emergency meeting maybe?" Ron said, turning back to his food.
Hermione stared at the group for a moment and then also turned back to her food, and so did Harry. Whatever the Slytherins are doing is none of their business, but if they put their nose in the Gryffindor's business, then, that's a different story.
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Pansy stared at the group of students in front of her. Blaise nodded at her, signaling that everyone is there. She took her wand and pointed it at the letter. She muttered a duplicating spell and distributed it to everyone in the room magically.
"As you can see" Pansy started, "that is a letter from Mr. Malfoy to me. If you read it, which I am pretty sure anyone of you can do it and is stupid enough to not be able to, he is saying that Draco is not a Malfoy anymore. He refused the Dark Lord and he paid for it, for it is implied. Anyone stupid enough to follow his footsteps will follow the same faith, is anyone stupid enough?" she asked.
No one raised their hand or said anything. Pansy then continued, "Mr. Malfoy also said that you will not interact with him, well not in a good way at least" she said with a sneer. Some of the students sneered and snickered, knowing what she meant.
"Do whatever you want to make his life miserable, just don't let anyone else see you, threaten him. Do anything and enjoy yourselves. Is that clear?" Pansy said.
Seeing everyone nodded their heads in agreement, Pansy gave a small but evil smile and said:
"Let the games begin"
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Oh! What should I do with Draco! But he doesn't even know it was his dad! He doesn't know anything! Hehe! More confusion for him and more fun for me! Review!