1.2
Sirius was sitting in Remus's office reading when he heard a knock on the door. He rose to open it. He was very happy when he saw who it was. "Ah, Victor, you made it after all. I was beginning to think you couldn't come. Sit down please".
Victor was none else than the famous Victor Krum, the seeker in the Bulgarian quidditch team.
"Thank you Professor, I am glad too that I could be here."
Sirius put away the papers and turned to face Krum. "I'm not a Professor…but anyway. You do know why you are here, right?"
Krum with a surprised look on his face said, "Because you and Mr. Lupin think that I would make a perfect match for Harry, yes?"
Sirius looking pleased, this was after all his great idea, grabbed an empty piece of parchment and a quill and scribbled down a "short" note. He rose from his chair and before he left his office he told Krum that he would soon come back, he had to find someone to deliver a message.
Halfway down the corridor to the library he ran into Neville. Neville was not someone any other would show as much confidence in as Sirius's friend Professor Lupin does. There was no one other there so Sirius gave the boy the note and hurried back to his office, there were some other things he wanted to discuss with Krum.
Neville opened the note and read, "You are to invite these persons of the houses of Rawenclaw and Hufflepuff to a masquerade-party in the Gryffindor tower tonight." And thereafter followed the mentioned list of persons.
Oh my god, Neville thought to himself. How am I ever going to find all of them? He turned around to go to the library, a good place to start since he had no idea where their common-rooms where.
But there was no one in there. And when he came to the great hall there was no one their either accept two boys with their backs against him. He walked up to them and tapped the blonde boy on the shoulder. Immediately after he had knocked and the blond boy had turned around he regretted that he had been so bold.
"Neville, what the fuck do you want from me?" Malfoy spat at him. "I might turn you into something nasty and you'd wish you'd never been born."
Neville swallowed hard, "I, I…I was just going to ask you if you knew where the Hufflepuff common-room is…"
Malfoy's eyes narrowed, "And how should I know? If you're looking for them then why don't you wait until you see them at dinner?"
The frightened Neville tried to escape but the giant Crabbe blocked his way.
"Why were you looking for them anyway? Not that I care…" Malfoys cold voice said behind him.
Crabbe was wringing his hands like he found it hard not to attack poor Neville who was shaking. "It's…it's a...a…a masquerade-party. In the Gryffindor tower…tonight."
Malfoy signalled to Crabbe to let the not so brave Gryffindor leave. When Neville had run up the stairs Crabbe asked his friend why they didn't hex him or something.
"Why Crabbe? Because I'm going to this party and so are you…"
"Great, then I'll make you forget this silly girl you've got the hots for!