The Fifth House
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Author's Note: Hi people! This is my first day of Christmas break, and I'll have two and a half weeks to update, which I'll try to do more often. It'll be a New Year's resolution, I promise. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and happy anything else I left out. And happy New Year, too, although it's probable that I'll update again before then.
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Relic! {I'm not sure what this is, but it does start with an R. Remember, R word suggestions are always appreciated and often used. Hint, hint.}
Curtains up!
Chapter Thirty-Three
"Really, Kylie, I knew you said your father was on the wrong side of some people, but I didn't think it was this bad," Draco said.
"I told you my family had problems, I did," Kylie insisted.
"Yes, but being related to them? The Blacks? That's not just a minor problem, Kylie, it isn't," Draco continued.
"I never said it was minor! You know about one side of my family, but the other side, my mother's side, has the people that are really bad. And my father didn't do anything!" Kylie said, glaring at Draco.
Draco looked at Kylie for a minute. "I believe you. But the problem is that a very select few think the same. There are only about ten in the school…" Draco said.
"Really? That many people believe it?" Kylie asked, looking surprised.
"Yeah, because there's Dumbledore, and then there's Potter, Granger, the Weasleys, and a few teachers, and that's about it," Draco said, counting with his fingers.
"Which teachers?" Kylie asked.
"McGonagall does, I think Snape's come around since last year, and sources say Madame Pomfrey does, though I'm not sure," Draco explained.
"Then outside of school there's my family, the rest of the Weasleys, I assume, and then a few others," Kylie said.
"And then for the people that think he's completely guilty and should be thrown back in Azkaban as soon as he's found," Draco started to say, but Kylie finished for him.
"There's everyone else in the world," she finished.
"Exactly."
"So I'm not as alone as I thought, then," Kylie said.
"I guess not," Draco said.
"Definitely not," said another voice behind them. They turned to see who it was.
"Oh," Kylie started to say, "Hello, Professor Dumbledore."
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"It really makes absolutely no sense at all," Hermione said.
"What makes absolutely no sense at all?" Ron asked.
"The house elves, I just can't figure it out," Hermione continued.
"That's a first," Ron muttered under his breath. Hermione shot him a weak glare.
"Maybe Dumbledore gave them a few days off,' Harry suggested. He didn't feel that this statement could be true; he just wanted to avoid conflict between his two friends.
"Harry, the castle is a mess! Surely Dumbledore would have figured this would happen before giving them time off?" Hermione said. Harry admitted that yes, this did make sense.
"Hermione, the only thing I can say is that it most likely was not because of spew that this happened," Ron said, and got up to go to his and Harry's dorm.
"It's S.P.E.W.!" Hermione called after him.
"He's right, though," Hermione said to Harry after Ron was out of earshot.
"Hey, Harry! There's a package on your bed!" Ron called from the top of the spiral staircase.
Harry went to the dorm and looked at the package Ron was talking about. It was Harry's turn at the Crevi Game. He could tell by the shape of the package, recognizing it from previous turns.
Harry opened it to take out the two Wizard Dice. He rolled them.
The silver die stopped to show a picture of a person standing still and looking, if Harry interpreted the emotion correctly, quite bored. The gold die showed the number 11. A piece of parchment appeared almost immediately before Harry.
You move forward eleven spaces. The space you land on says:
"Losing a turn you will find answers if you stay behind."
In this round you are the fourth person to take you turn.
Out of eight players, seven remain.
~Game Host~
Harry thought about this. So he was losing his next turn. That didn't seem so bad. It said he'd find answers from staying behind, which made Harry wonder what questions he needed answers to. Harry also thought about the fact that only seven players remained out of the original eight. He wondered who had been disqualified.
Harry set the paper down and it crumpled up and disappeared. He sat on his bed and thought for a few minutes. He began to realize that he did, indeed, have questions.
But he wasn't sure if he wanted some of them answered.
Curtains Close! {Honestly, I'm not sure why I have curtains when this is a story, not a play. Oh well. My curtains are fantastic and they're here to stay!}
Author's Note: Sorry guys, I had to stop it there. I'm tired, and if I don't get this chapter up tonight, it may not be up before the holidays. It's very short, I know. It's painful for me to end it here. The next chapter will be nice and long, I promise.
Words of Wisdom: "Only 1% of beauty is physical. The rest is made up of you knowing you don't need that last 1%."
~That's just something I kind of realized yesterday when I was reading some magazine article about makeup.
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