Chapter 7
A/N: Terribly sorry that I haven't written forever… computer issues, but here I am! I should have more up by tomorrow, so check back soon!
"If you're not bleeding, go away!"
Sara glared in response.
"Well, it just so happens I am bleeding. And I don't know about Potter here, but he's looking a bit peaky." Madame Pomfrey bustled out to see the two young Gryffindors.
"Your first day and you are already hurt? Tsk tsk. Well, best you follow me." The two followed her. "In a fight? I'm surprised you could do this much damage to each other. Sit." She nodded at Sara and James. "Isn't your father Harry Potter? The minister? Yes, well, he always had a disregard for rules as well. Your sister too. Always in here, needed me to fix her broken finger or whatever it was that time." She rubbed a purple liquid on Sara's cut. The blonde girl winced, but said nothing. "And you're the youngest Malfoy? Really, your brother and sister- Lucianna, not Adina- always giving me trouble. Like Fred and George Weasley those two." Sara made a funny sound, and James tried hard not to laugh. "Of course both of your fathers hated each other, in here until their last day of school they were, fussing about something. Does this hurt?" she asked James, prodding him in the stomach. He grunted in reply. "Oh, speak proper English," she said, a little disgruntled.
"Yes, it does hurt."
"Well, I can't see what is wrong with you. You, girl, what hex did you use?"
"The Angustian Curse."
"Ah, well speak up next time! Exdiae!" said Madame Pomfrey. "You two best be off to Transfiguration. Class is almost over now, but no doubt Professor McGonagall will want to have a word with you two.
The two walked down the corridor in silence.
"What's the Angustian Curse?" asked James, who was always eager to learn more magic.
"A curse that has been used since the founding of this school. Look it up."
"That was a lot of help."
"You're welcome."
"Potter! Malfoy! Come with me!" Professor McGonagall beckoned them into her classroom. "That was quite a display you two put on there. Mr. Weasley spent my entire class talking about it. I don't ever want to see it again, understand?" The two Gryffindors nodded. "Good. Your detentions will be spent together. Both of you will clean the trophy room by hand. Meet Mr. Filch right after dinner tomorrow night at the entrance to the Great Hall. Now, go on to Potions. And I will be writing to your homes."
The two of them walked very quickly to Potions. Neither of them wanted another detention. They took their seats.
"Well, now that Ms. Malfoy and Mr. Potter have joined us, we shall begin." An oily voice rang out into the cold dungeon. A man with greasy, greying black hair, pasty skin with a scar running down the left side of his face walked as he spoke. "Perhaps one of them might be able to tell me the answer to my question? Where might I find a bezoar?" He looked around the room. "Ms. Malfoy?"
"The stomach of a goat, sir." The man, Professor Snape, smiled grimly.
"You have your fathers' talent for Potionry, I see. Ten points to Gryffindor."
The rest of the day went by with no interesting events, and the Gryffindors went to their tower to finish their homework, and sleep.
Sara was dreading the next day. When she woke up the following morning and went downstairs to the Great Hall, she found several letters waiting for her. The first was from her father, enraged that she had not followed his orders, and demanded her to shape up soon, or she would be disowned and she could live with her sister.
Then next was from Octavian, which was, in all, a mockery of her House Placement. He apologized that he couldn't do anything, but if his baby sister needed something, he could get it for her.
The third, she did not know whom it was from. It read:
Sara Malfoy-
It would do you well to listen to your father. Although not as bright as I, he is still loyal and will ensure you greatness. Follow his orders, and you will be rewarded.
There was no signature.
The last was from Professor McGonagall, confirming her detention with James.
Sara went through all of her classes that day in a stupor, though in Potions, she earned another ten points for her knowledge of the mandrake plant. Night came fast, and before long, she met James and a hunched over man she assumed to be the Caretaker, Argus Filch.
"Follow me," was the on thing he said as he led the two up to the trophy room.
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