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"I'm telling you, Malfoy is going to get you for that." said Blaise, disquiet etched in her voice, as the shuffled down to the Slytherin common room after dinner.
"Get me back for what?" questioned Kestrel unconcernedly, yawning slightly.
"For what?!?" Blaise echoed disbelievingly. "You told him to get his head out of his arse! If you come out of this alive, you either are a great dueler, or have a lot of connections with people in the upstairs room."
"A bit of both probably." Kestrel muttered, before dropping all pretense and turning to look her friend in the eye. "Look, Blaise, I know Malfoy is going to want revenge. But he won't be able to get into the girls dormitory, and I know a spell to make sure none of the female Slytherins do it for him. For the rest of the week we'll be surrounded by teachers, which will give us time to learn some more hexes. By the time the weekend comes, we'll be ready for him. Besides, I could probably convince a few of the Gryffindors to help us, should it come to a fight."
"There is one problem with your plan, Cascara." Both Blaise and Kestrel whipped around to see Malfoy, Bullstrode, Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle smirking in the doorway. "You first have to get to the girls dormitory."
That was when, with a sinking feeling, that they realized they were all alone in the corridor.
Kestrel pulled her wand out from her pocket, and to her left Blaise did the same. Kestrel faced Malfoy, silently cursing her luck.
"Malfoy, I know this is going to sound exceedingly cliché, but why not settle this in a wizard's duel? After all, if you're half the wizard you claim to be, you shouldn't need your entourage of Gorillas & Company." Kestrel said, hoping with all her might that her subterfuge would work.
For a moment, Kestrel thought Malfoy was going to agree, as a flicker of doubt flashed behind his eyes. But it was soon replaced by a very large sneer.
"The chances of that happening are slim. Diffindo!" Malfoy derided, sending the Cutting Hex corkscrewing towards her.
Immediately, Kestrel was on full alert she shouted "Protego!" the split second before the hex would have hit, sending it on rebound towards Parkinson, who screamed as it missed her by millimeters. Malfoy turned around to check on his compatriot, and Blaise shouted "Wingardium Leviosa!" as his guard was down, levitating him three feet into the air. Crabbe and Goyle started towards her in a futile attempt to rescue their leader, but Blaise sent Malfoy spiraling into them, knocking all three to the ground, winded.
But just then the tides turned. Parkinson shouted "Stupefy!", and Blaise toppled to the ground with a sickening thud. Kestrel turned her attention to her, but Pansy had already cried "Expelliarmus!" and she was forced onto the defensive again.
Even though she had never once fought with magic, it could never be said that Kestrel looked inexperienced or noticeably novice. However, no amount of shielding charms that she could produce would have staved off two impediment jinxes from the front, a cry of "Petrificus Totalus!" from behind, and tackle from both Crabbe and Goyle.
"Now," sneered Malfoy, lip bleeding slightly from all the commotion. "Cru..."
"My, my, my." stated a chilling voice from the doorway to Kestrel's left. "What has happened here?" Everybody turned as one towards the voice. Even Blaise's unconscious body seemed to shift in that direction.
Framed impressively in the doorway was none other than Professor Severus Snape, resident potions master of Hogwarts, and head of Slytherin house.
Several minutes earlier, Professor Snape had been happily engaged brewing one of the many healing potions Madam Pomfrey often used, when the Slytherin Fifth Year Prefect knocked apprehensively on his door.
"Yes." sighed the potions professor irritably.
"I'm sorry to bother you sir, but several of the first year Slytherins have gone missing. We've searched the upper floors, and we were wondering if you'd search the dungeons."
The potions professor nodded curtly, before heaving himself out of his chair. The potion had to simmer for twenty more minutes anyway.
The first years weren't that hard to follow. Simply retrace the route from the Entrance Hall to the Common Room, and listen for any noise. Any by the fact that you could hear muffled shouts and clanks from nearly one hundred yards away from the scene was a testament to what kind of people he was forced to chose as prefects.
He opened the door, appraising the scene before him. The Muggle-born, Kestrel, was pinned between Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy was standing triumphantly over her, with Parkinson and Bullstrode leering in the background. Blaise lay unconscious in the background.
"Now," snarled Malfoy with malice that surprised even the professor. With a sinking feeling, he realized what was coming. Now was the time to step in.
"My, my, my." he said, enjoying the startled expressions on his students faces. "What has happened here?"
"Are you alright?" Blaise questioned as they made their way up to the Headmaster's office.
"I'm fine, it's just a headache." Kestrel said, shaking her head slightly. "How about you?"
"Same. Although I pity you if your headache is even half as bad as mine." Blaise replied
"Yeah, I imagine being knocked unconscious would do that to you." Kestrel agreed wryly. Silence fell between the two friends.
"So, do you reckon we'll be expelled?" asked Blaise anxiously.
"No." responded Kestrel. "Worse comes to worse, we'll be able to use a pensive and show our memories to Dumbledore, or be questioned under Veritaserum."
"Joy." muttered Blaise darkly.
"And rapture." concurred Kestrel. "You can't forget the rapture."
And on that comforting moment, Professor Snape gave the password ("Lemon Drop"), and the began the accent to Dumbledore's office.
"Severus! This is indeed a surprise. And, oh my." Dumbledore surveyed the seven first years over his interlocked fingers, noting bumps, bruises, and cuts. "Has there been some sort of accident?"
"Hardly." scoffed Snape. "I don't know all the facets, but it appears they were fighting. I thought it best to bring this to you, seeing how so many were involved."
"A wise pronouncement." Dumbledore commented, inclining his head slightly. "Now, can any of you tell me what happened."
There was immediate chaos, as both sides tried to tell their story at the same instant.
"Me and my friends were just walking, headmaster..."
"What! Well, I suppose if you mean to ambush Blaise and I..."
"Us ambush you! I assure you, it was quiet the other way..."
"Yeah, in an alternate universe maybe, Ferret Face."
"Shut up, Mudblood."
"Goldilocks."
"Dog shit."
"Arsehole!"
"Slut!"
"BIGOTED, BIASED CREETEN!"
"That's quiet enough."
Both Malfoy and Kestrel turned as one to face Dumbledore, who was looking somewhat pleased, despite the crude language that had been used. "Perhaps we would get farther if I interviewed them one by one. Mr. Crabbe, if you could step outside for a moment." Dumbledore swept magisterially out of the office, followed clumsily by Crabbe.
One by one the Slytherins were asked into the hallway. Kestrel was called last.
"Now, Miss Cascara, how did you come to be fighting Mr. Malfoy and Company?"
Kestrel took a deep breath, and compiled together the condensed version of everything that had happen from dinnertime onward.
"...and now we're here, so." she finished
Dumbledore gazed majestically over at Kestrel who was leaning stiffly against the wall as she completed her tale. "You do realize, of course, that you rivals tale differs considerably."
Kestrel dug her wand out of her pocket, and began to twirl he wand idly in an attempt to find something to do. "I expected that."
"However, if you all will agree to it, I could question you under a truth detector. Or if you don't, I'll be forced to give you all a detention. No points will be taken from Slytherin."
"Thank you, sir" sighed Kestrel, and she followed him out of the corridor, still indolently spinning her wand in her fingers.
"I can't believe we got off with a detention." Blaise was still saying nearly a half an hour later as the sat up chatting of Kestrel's bed. Pansy and Millicent were pointedly ignoring them, and the fifth girl, Sophie Moon, was already asleep.
"At least nobody got expelled. Now I can get Malfoy back, and still be in school!" Kestrel said happily, brushing out her hair. There was a few minutes silence, before Blaise Began giggling sporadically.
"What?" asked Kestrel, as she stared in bewilderment at her friend.
"I just remembered, you called Malfoy, probably the most influential under aged wizard in England besides Harry Potter, Goldilocks." she said between laughs, holding her side.
Kestrel shook her head slightly, throwing up her hands in the air to symbolize defeat. "That's it, Zambini! You need to go to bed."
"I'm telling you, Malfoy is going to get you for that." said Blaise, disquiet etched in her voice, as the shuffled down to the Slytherin common room after dinner.
"Get me back for what?" questioned Kestrel unconcernedly, yawning slightly.
"For what?!?" Blaise echoed disbelievingly. "You told him to get his head out of his arse! If you come out of this alive, you either are a great dueler, or have a lot of connections with people in the upstairs room."
"A bit of both probably." Kestrel muttered, before dropping all pretense and turning to look her friend in the eye. "Look, Blaise, I know Malfoy is going to want revenge. But he won't be able to get into the girls dormitory, and I know a spell to make sure none of the female Slytherins do it for him. For the rest of the week we'll be surrounded by teachers, which will give us time to learn some more hexes. By the time the weekend comes, we'll be ready for him. Besides, I could probably convince a few of the Gryffindors to help us, should it come to a fight."
"There is one problem with your plan, Cascara." Both Blaise and Kestrel whipped around to see Malfoy, Bullstrode, Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle smirking in the doorway. "You first have to get to the girls dormitory."
That was when, with a sinking feeling, that they realized they were all alone in the corridor.
Kestrel pulled her wand out from her pocket, and to her left Blaise did the same. Kestrel faced Malfoy, silently cursing her luck.
"Malfoy, I know this is going to sound exceedingly cliché, but why not settle this in a wizard's duel? After all, if you're half the wizard you claim to be, you shouldn't need your entourage of Gorillas & Company." Kestrel said, hoping with all her might that her subterfuge would work.
For a moment, Kestrel thought Malfoy was going to agree, as a flicker of doubt flashed behind his eyes. But it was soon replaced by a very large sneer.
"The chances of that happening are slim. Diffindo!" Malfoy derided, sending the Cutting Hex corkscrewing towards her.
Immediately, Kestrel was on full alert she shouted "Protego!" the split second before the hex would have hit, sending it on rebound towards Parkinson, who screamed as it missed her by millimeters. Malfoy turned around to check on his compatriot, and Blaise shouted "Wingardium Leviosa!" as his guard was down, levitating him three feet into the air. Crabbe and Goyle started towards her in a futile attempt to rescue their leader, but Blaise sent Malfoy spiraling into them, knocking all three to the ground, winded.
But just then the tides turned. Parkinson shouted "Stupefy!", and Blaise toppled to the ground with a sickening thud. Kestrel turned her attention to her, but Pansy had already cried "Expelliarmus!" and she was forced onto the defensive again.
Even though she had never once fought with magic, it could never be said that Kestrel looked inexperienced or noticeably novice. However, no amount of shielding charms that she could produce would have staved off two impediment jinxes from the front, a cry of "Petrificus Totalus!" from behind, and tackle from both Crabbe and Goyle.
"Now," sneered Malfoy, lip bleeding slightly from all the commotion. "Cru..."
"My, my, my." stated a chilling voice from the doorway to Kestrel's left. "What has happened here?" Everybody turned as one towards the voice. Even Blaise's unconscious body seemed to shift in that direction.
Framed impressively in the doorway was none other than Professor Severus Snape, resident potions master of Hogwarts, and head of Slytherin house.
Several minutes earlier, Professor Snape had been happily engaged brewing one of the many healing potions Madam Pomfrey often used, when the Slytherin Fifth Year Prefect knocked apprehensively on his door.
"Yes." sighed the potions professor irritably.
"I'm sorry to bother you sir, but several of the first year Slytherins have gone missing. We've searched the upper floors, and we were wondering if you'd search the dungeons."
The potions professor nodded curtly, before heaving himself out of his chair. The potion had to simmer for twenty more minutes anyway.
The first years weren't that hard to follow. Simply retrace the route from the Entrance Hall to the Common Room, and listen for any noise. Any by the fact that you could hear muffled shouts and clanks from nearly one hundred yards away from the scene was a testament to what kind of people he was forced to chose as prefects.
He opened the door, appraising the scene before him. The Muggle-born, Kestrel, was pinned between Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy was standing triumphantly over her, with Parkinson and Bullstrode leering in the background. Blaise lay unconscious in the background.
"Now," snarled Malfoy with malice that surprised even the professor. With a sinking feeling, he realized what was coming. Now was the time to step in.
"My, my, my." he said, enjoying the startled expressions on his students faces. "What has happened here?"
"Are you alright?" Blaise questioned as they made their way up to the Headmaster's office.
"I'm fine, it's just a headache." Kestrel said, shaking her head slightly. "How about you?"
"Same. Although I pity you if your headache is even half as bad as mine." Blaise replied
"Yeah, I imagine being knocked unconscious would do that to you." Kestrel agreed wryly. Silence fell between the two friends.
"So, do you reckon we'll be expelled?" asked Blaise anxiously.
"No." responded Kestrel. "Worse comes to worse, we'll be able to use a pensive and show our memories to Dumbledore, or be questioned under Veritaserum."
"Joy." muttered Blaise darkly.
"And rapture." concurred Kestrel. "You can't forget the rapture."
And on that comforting moment, Professor Snape gave the password ("Lemon Drop"), and the began the accent to Dumbledore's office.
"Severus! This is indeed a surprise. And, oh my." Dumbledore surveyed the seven first years over his interlocked fingers, noting bumps, bruises, and cuts. "Has there been some sort of accident?"
"Hardly." scoffed Snape. "I don't know all the facets, but it appears they were fighting. I thought it best to bring this to you, seeing how so many were involved."
"A wise pronouncement." Dumbledore commented, inclining his head slightly. "Now, can any of you tell me what happened."
There was immediate chaos, as both sides tried to tell their story at the same instant.
"Me and my friends were just walking, headmaster..."
"What! Well, I suppose if you mean to ambush Blaise and I..."
"Us ambush you! I assure you, it was quiet the other way..."
"Yeah, in an alternate universe maybe, Ferret Face."
"Shut up, Mudblood."
"Goldilocks."
"Dog shit."
"Arsehole!"
"Slut!"
"BIGOTED, BIASED CREETEN!"
"That's quiet enough."
Both Malfoy and Kestrel turned as one to face Dumbledore, who was looking somewhat pleased, despite the crude language that had been used. "Perhaps we would get farther if I interviewed them one by one. Mr. Crabbe, if you could step outside for a moment." Dumbledore swept magisterially out of the office, followed clumsily by Crabbe.
One by one the Slytherins were asked into the hallway. Kestrel was called last.
"Now, Miss Cascara, how did you come to be fighting Mr. Malfoy and Company?"
Kestrel took a deep breath, and compiled together the condensed version of everything that had happen from dinnertime onward.
"...and now we're here, so." she finished
Dumbledore gazed majestically over at Kestrel who was leaning stiffly against the wall as she completed her tale. "You do realize, of course, that you rivals tale differs considerably."
Kestrel dug her wand out of her pocket, and began to twirl he wand idly in an attempt to find something to do. "I expected that."
"However, if you all will agree to it, I could question you under a truth detector. Or if you don't, I'll be forced to give you all a detention. No points will be taken from Slytherin."
"Thank you, sir" sighed Kestrel, and she followed him out of the corridor, still indolently spinning her wand in her fingers.
"I can't believe we got off with a detention." Blaise was still saying nearly a half an hour later as the sat up chatting of Kestrel's bed. Pansy and Millicent were pointedly ignoring them, and the fifth girl, Sophie Moon, was already asleep.
"At least nobody got expelled. Now I can get Malfoy back, and still be in school!" Kestrel said happily, brushing out her hair. There was a few minutes silence, before Blaise Began giggling sporadically.
"What?" asked Kestrel, as she stared in bewilderment at her friend.
"I just remembered, you called Malfoy, probably the most influential under aged wizard in England besides Harry Potter, Goldilocks." she said between laughs, holding her side.
Kestrel shook her head slightly, throwing up her hands in the air to symbolize defeat. "That's it, Zambini! You need to go to bed."