After Harry left, and "Dumbledore" knew he was out of earshot, he transformed back into his real form, Lord Voldemort.
"You know, I would have thought that boy would be a little smarter," Voldemort said. "Oh well, Narcissa, Draco, you know what to do with Melova. Everything is going to plan." He laughed, that cold, evil laugh that he himself was famous for. The Laugh of Death.
"Master, Black-Hiquoree isn't going to be that easy to persuade. She's is stubborn," Draco said.
"Very stubborn master, she may catch onto what we are trying to do," Narcissa added.
"Not if you continue with the plan... Now, I bewitched that stupid Hat to put her in Slytherin for a reason, so she would learn to trust you young Malfoy," he said, looking at Draco, "now, unless there are any more problems, I think you should go down and help our little, destiny child, pack her things. Narcissa, come with me."
Draco walked out the door. He felt bad for doing this to Melova, he really did, but what else was he supposed to do. His mother and father were DeathEaters, even though his father was in Azkaban, and, unless he helped them, he would be killed, or worse, shunned from his family. He shuddered at this thought.
"No, Malfoy, go with the plan, Melova must be sacrificed, damn Voldemort," he said to himself as he walked down to the bottom step of the lion/bird- statue-elevator-thingy. Little did he know, that right around the corner, was his former house elf, Dobby.
As soon as Dobby heard this, he ran to the Gryffindor common room as fast as his little skinny legs would take him. On the way, he bumped into a few third year Ravenclaws, who yelled at him, but this was important, he just said sorry as fast as he could manage, and took of down the hall.
"What do you think that house elf is up too?" one of the students asked. Another just shrugged.
"Beats me."
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When Dobby reached the Gryffindor common room, the fat lady just looked at him.
"What is it, house elf?" she questioned, looking a little annoyed.
"Grumbledorfer, grumbledorfer," Dobby said the password over and over until the portrait swung open and he crawled inside. Upon stumbling into the common room, he collapsed and a few first years squealed. Harry looked up, and saw Dobby on the floor.
He ran over to help the house elf. When he picked him up, Dobby looked up at him with his droopy eyes and muttered something.
"What Dobby, I can't here you, what's the matter," Harry leaned down to hear what he was saying.
"Malfoy......pant...Ms. Melova Black Ma'am....pantpant.....she's in trouble.....sacrificed.....Mr. Evil Pants going to....pant, pant...sacrifice Ms. Melova Black...You-Know-Who...Ms. Melova Black in trouble good Mr. Harry Potter, save her," Dobby managed to say. Harry looked horrified. He looked over at Hermione and Ron who had been doing homework on the couch, and now were staring at him.
"You guys, take Dobby to the Hospital Wing. I need to deal with something," he said, they nodded.
Harry ran down to the Slytherin common room as fast as he could. Upon arriving, he saw Malfoy and Melova leaving; Malfoy was obviously helping Melova carry all of her things to the Emergency Hogwart's Express. Mystery came out of the portrait hole, and then Malfoy closed it. He picked up two of her bags and carried it to the stairs.
Harry ducked behind a nearby statue just in time. He watched as walked towards him. He stared at the cat, Damn her. But, she obviously knew that he wasn't supposed to be seen, so she just walked over to Malfoy and rubbed against one of his legs. Harry noticed that Melova was crying.
"Now, Melova, don't cry, you will continue your lessons at my house, Dumbledore just thought it would be better if you weren't here right now. With all the rumors going around, and then You-Know-Who in your head," Malfoy said, looking at her, he was obviously worried.
"How do you know about that?" Melova said, looking at him, her dark eyes glistened over with tears.
"Dumbledore told me, it's ok, I won't tell anyone," Malfoy smiled.
"Liar," Harry coughed under his breath. Malfoy looked around, not noticing Harry behind the closest statue.
"What was that," Malfoy said, setting down Melova's bags and taking out his wand.
"Come on Draco, I didn't hear anything," she said, putting down Mystery who had just crawled up into her arms.
"I could have sworn I heard Potter," Malfoy said, looking behind the many statues, one away from Harry's.
"Harry isn't down here Draco, why would he be? We need to go, we can't miss the train," Melova said, picking up her things.
"I guess so," Malfoy stopped right in front of Harry's statue and turned around. He put his wand back in his robes and picked up Melova's bags.
They walked down the hall and Harry began breathing again. He was about to come behind the statue when he saw Mystery just standing there in the middle of the hall. He looked at her.
"Thanks girl," he said.
She winked, strange, and went after Melova.
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Melova was a little worried when she walked down the hall. She passed a group of first year Hufflepuff's with puffy red eyes. They had obviously been crying.
"Got expelled did you, Black, well, it's what you deserve," one of the Hufflepuffs said, looking at her with a look of pure and utter disgust. She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and looked away, back to her group, who was now snickering.
"Draco, what..." Melova started, but she was interrupted.
"Just ignore them, Melova, they aren't worth it," he said, sneering at the group, who looked terrified when Malfoy turned to them.
Melova did as Draco told her and walked out the front doors of Hogwarts, after receiving a few new nasty looks from other students. When she reached the courtyard, Narcissa Malfoy was waiting for them.
"Are you ready Melova?" she asked.
"Yes," she said, taking one last look at Hogwarts. "Narcissa, am I ever going to be able to come back?"
"Of course," Narcissa lied. "Now, we don't want to miss the train." She turned around and headed towards the carriages.
"Good-bye," Melova whispered to the school...
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When Harry made it back to the Gryffindor tower, Ron and Hermione were back form the Hospital Wing.
"Harry, where were you? We were so worried. Did you hear about Melova, Dumbledore expelled her," Hermione said, looking at Harry with loving eyes.
"She didn't get expelled, and, and, Hermione, what am I supposed to do? They took her, she's gone, you guys, she's gone," Harry looked at his two best friends in the whole world. They looked back at him.
"We know she's gone Harry, there's nothing we can do about it," Ron said, worryingly acknowledging Harry.
"You guys, the school isn't safe, I can feel it, in my gut instinct, we need to talk to Hagrid, McGonagall, somebody, something isn't right. Why would Dumbledore send one student away after a student died, just one? You think he would have sent everybody home. You guys, I don't think that Dumbledore...is.. Dumbledore," Harry said, on the verge of tears, he looked into the terrified faces of Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley.
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The trip on the Emergency Hogwart's Express was much quicker than the one to Hogwart's from King Cross. And when Melova and Narcissa stepped out of the freight-line, she found out why.....
The train had taken them directly to the Malfoy mansion. Melova looked upon this familiar sight and took a step back. For some reason, it looked more foreboding than it had at Christmas time. There were no light's, no snow, nothing cheery at all. It just looked like a creaky old mansion from the outside. A haunted house if you will. But Melova knew better. She knew when she stepped inside, there would be cheer and happiness. Happy little house elves running around, abiding to every cause...
Let's just say, she was wrong...
The house was nothing, at all, like at Christmas time, from the inside out. When she walked in, it was what you expected it to be, a creaky old mansion. She looked at the chandelier that had been dazzling during the holidays, when they had had a ball and very many people were here. She felt like she was being taken to her doom.
Let's just say, she was right.....
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Life at Hogwart's had gone back to normal after Melova left. Well, let's just say, there weren't any dead people turning up inside another houses dormitories.
Malfoy had gone back to his snickering self, mean to all the first years, picking on the Muggle borns, the usual. But little did the rest of the school know what he knew.
He knew that this school, the very school which he had grown up in, was about to be destroyed. It haunted him every night before he went to bed, and it haunted him through the day. He knew that his poor innocent little cousin was being tortured at home, but what was he supposed to do, stand up to his family and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and tell a teacher.
Tell Harry Potter?
No, he just couldn't do that. He wanted to, so badly. He wanted to just run up to Harry in potions one day, and tell him the indescribable things that were happening to Melova, and the horrible things that were about to happen to Hogwart's. No, he wouldn't do it, he couldn't do it...
No, damn his pride. He had to do it, whether it be against his family name or not, when something this bad was nagging at a Malfoy, they took sides with whom they wanted. And, even though he hated to admit it, Draco Malfoy, the enemy of the good, was going to side with.....
HARRY POTTER!!!..
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A/N: Oh no, I didn't think it possible. Draco Malfoy, turn good, but evil was running through his blood. I didn't think he was capable of doing a good deed, well,I made him, hehehe. All of these chapters are shorter than my earlier ones, I realize that, but I sort of think that as a good thing. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I try and get a new one up every day. Yeah, can you tell I write about three chapters in a day....
Please review... really appreciated.
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