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Author's note: After the chapter before the previous one, I got lots of reviews. I got like two after the last chapter. Even if you have reviewed previously, please review after reading every chapter. It's very important to me. Thanks.
Review thank-yous: (sorry if I'm writing that word wrong, feel free to correct me...)
Pussin Boats – Okay, I feel like a total outcast, could someone please tell me who or what a Mary Sue is? I'm totally lost. Well, thanks anyway.
Lily and James Potter – Thank you! You're doing exactly the right think, reviewing every chapter. Thanks! And notice, Tamara was put in Gryffindor (and the Sorting Hat never make mistakes) so she should have the certain qualities which a Gryffindor has.
Here's next chapter; Confronting three boys – Only for you...
There was a new teacher in Defence Against Dark Arts, of course. Since it came out the Professor Moody hadn't really been Moody, because Moody had been locked up in a storeroom or something for the whole year. Uh, scary. The new one was a female, a Professor Umbridge. She was horrible! Even worse than Lockhart, and he hadn't been good at all. The only thing we were doing in the Defence Against Dark Arts classes now was reading. Reading, reading, reading, chapter after chapter. Of course, it's useful to read about spells before practicing them, but she never let us practice. How were we ever supposed to defend ourselves against the Dark Arts if we had never tried the spell in reality, only 'in our minds'? She was very well liked by the Slytherins, though. Draco was like one of her favourite students. He seemed to like her as well.
Hagrid was gone. I had no idea where he was. It was rather depressing though, since he was like the only one who I could really talk to, maybe not about everything, but he seemed to be the only one that actually cared about me, at least a little.
There was one thing that was taking a lot of place in my mind. Since Oliver Wood had left, the Gryffindor quidditch team needed a new keeper. I thought that maybe I'd try. I mean, the worst thing that could happen, was that they'd not want me in the team. And then so what. Then I had tried, at least. So I started sneaking out in the evenings, practicing. My broom was pretty okay, too. Better than average.
It wasn't very easy practicing alone. I tried several spells to make the quaffle fly towards me, but it didn't work very well. Then, one evening, when I with my broom in my hand stepped out onto the quidditch pitch, I saw another person coming, the opposite way. It looked like he had seen me too. We stopped when we were like teen feet apart. It was Ron Weasly that stood there, with his arms crossed.
"What are you doing out here, Malfoy?" he said.
"Probably the same thing as you, Weasly." I said.
"I think we have a problem here."
"If you say so." I said simply.
"Behave yourself. I'm a prefect, you see." He said, and sounded pretty stuck up.
"I know you're a prefect."
"I could put you in detention."
"Okay." I said. I found it pretty fun to irritate him. By the way, he was not being very friendly to me.
"Well, Malfoy..."he said.
"Call me Tamara." I interrupted.
"... I have to practice."
"Me too." I said simply.
"Not to be rude or anything... but don't you think my chances to be chosen as a keeper are bigger than yours?"
"You're probably right." I admitted.
"Stop annoying me!" he shouted. "It's impossible to have a discussion when you just agree with me!"
"Hey, Weasly, calm down. We should be able to practice together, shouldn't we?"
"I suppose you're right." He muttered.
And we started practicing together. We never became friends or something, if we passed each other in the corridors or something we pretended that we'd never meet. We never talked very much during our practices either, but it was great to have someone to practice along with.
I was never chosen though, Ron was. It didn't disturb me, actually. I felt that since I've helped him to practice, they kind of chose me too. The day after the tryout, someone less happy came to talk to me, though, Draco. He pushed me into an empty classroom.
"I saw you at the tryout for the Gryffindor keeper." He said.
"Why did you push me in here? To tell me that I stunk?"
"No, you didn't stink. Actually, you were... okay. Better than the Weasel who was chosen. Good." Considering it was coming from Draco, it was a compliment. No, more than a compliment. A praise. He didn't seem to like Ron, though. I'd better not mention that I'd been practicing with him for a week...
"What do you mean, why was it good that I wasn't chosen?" I asked.
"Good you weren't chosen. We slytherins are planning to win the inter-house quidditch cup this year. Anyway, I expected to be hearing from you." He said.
"I don't think I have anything to tell you..." I said slowly.
"You promised to make friends with them, Tamara!"
"I'm trying, I'm on my way. Really." Well, that was a heck of a lie. Okay, I might be trying, but I wasn't on my way to succeed at all.
"Listen to their conversations. I'll give you three words: dog, dreams, Dumbledore."
"Why do you want me to listen to them? It's father, isn't it? He's asked you to find out things about The boy who lived, hasn't he?" I said.
It all became so clear. Dad was a Death Eater, he praised Lord Voldemort. He wanted Draco to find out things about the boy who lived, the only one that had ever defeated Voldemort. Draco couldn't, since he and the boy were enemies until death, so he wanted me to do it for him.
"I'm not helping Death Eaters..." I cried.
"Your own father..."
"He doesn't feel like my father! The only thing he has ever given to me was this stupid name, it's always following me!"
"Without him you wouldn't be born." Draco reminded me coolly.
"Maybe that would be the best!" I shouted.
It all became so quiet. We both stared at each other. His features changed, and he turned into the big brother from old times, the big brother I wanted. A tear appeared out of my eye, making its way down my cheek.
"I have to leave." He mumbled but didn't move. We stood there, quiet, for another minute.
"I thought you were leaving." I finally said, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"I am." He said and left.
I didn't see him again until a couple of days later. The Gryffindor quidditch team was practicing one afternoon. I went there, basically because I didn't have much more to do, I had already done all my homework. Some of the slytherins were there as well. Draco and his supporters were shouting really mean things about the Gryffindors, especially Ron. It was horrible. Ron played awfully, and I knew he could have done great; he had been pretty good when we were practicing. But I suppose he was nervous, I would have played awfully too, if someone was shouting such things. I wondered if Draco had acted the same way if I had been there.
That... I can't find a fitting word for her, but that horrible Umbridge woman became a Hogwarts High Inquisitor. Obviously, that allowed her to inspect and maybe fire teachers. She started attending different classes with different teachers, investigating the teachers' background, asking students questions and stuff. The thing is, she didn't care what the students said, or how the teachers behaved. She had a list of certain teachers, which she didn't like, and she treated them awfully. Most of the teachers she disliked were teachers like McGonagall and Hagrid, teachers which Gryffindors liked. She didn't care if Gryffindors praised them, if a single Slytherin criticized them the criticism was the only thing she cared about.
I think that Harry, Ron and Hermione really hated her. They wanted to kind of fight against her, do something. They started a secret Defence against Dark Arts group. Harry was going to teach Defence against Dark Arts to a group. Hermione secured people to the group. Ginny asked me if I wanted to join them, they were going to have a secret meeting at the Hog's head, a less known pub in Hogsmeade, the next Hogsmeade weekend. I thought that why not?
A couple of days after the Hogsmeade weekend and the meeting, Harry came up to me in the common room. I was sitting in a corner, writing an essay for Snape.
"Hey, Tamara..."
"Hi." I said. "Er... what's up?"
"Who told you about the meeting?" He asked quietly.
"Ginny did." I said.
"Okay. But, you can't tell anyone about it. Especially not... your family."
"I'm not stupid." I said. "Why was you wondering who told me?"
He didn't answer it directly.
"You thought I'd heard about it from Draco, didn't you? You thought he sent me there as a spy?" I continued.
"I... I just wanted to make sure that no one that isn't supposed to know about this knows... I..."
"Believe me; I don't support the Death Eaters. I think you've got other things to worry about than me betraying you. I understand if you have problems trusting me since I'm... well, because of my family but only because they're my family I'm not... supporting you-know-who." I said. It felt so necessary convincing him that I was on his side, I didn't know why.
"Er.. I'm sorry. I'll see you around, then."
Author's note: Okay, that's chapter four. Please notice that I still want ideas for the next year. Write them in your review or e-mail me, you can find my e-mail by simply clicking on my name. Thank you for your time!
Author's note: After the chapter before the previous one, I got lots of reviews. I got like two after the last chapter. Even if you have reviewed previously, please review after reading every chapter. It's very important to me. Thanks.
Review thank-yous: (sorry if I'm writing that word wrong, feel free to correct me...)
Pussin Boats – Okay, I feel like a total outcast, could someone please tell me who or what a Mary Sue is? I'm totally lost. Well, thanks anyway.
Lily and James Potter – Thank you! You're doing exactly the right think, reviewing every chapter. Thanks! And notice, Tamara was put in Gryffindor (and the Sorting Hat never make mistakes) so she should have the certain qualities which a Gryffindor has.
Here's next chapter; Confronting three boys – Only for you...
There was a new teacher in Defence Against Dark Arts, of course. Since it came out the Professor Moody hadn't really been Moody, because Moody had been locked up in a storeroom or something for the whole year. Uh, scary. The new one was a female, a Professor Umbridge. She was horrible! Even worse than Lockhart, and he hadn't been good at all. The only thing we were doing in the Defence Against Dark Arts classes now was reading. Reading, reading, reading, chapter after chapter. Of course, it's useful to read about spells before practicing them, but she never let us practice. How were we ever supposed to defend ourselves against the Dark Arts if we had never tried the spell in reality, only 'in our minds'? She was very well liked by the Slytherins, though. Draco was like one of her favourite students. He seemed to like her as well.
Hagrid was gone. I had no idea where he was. It was rather depressing though, since he was like the only one who I could really talk to, maybe not about everything, but he seemed to be the only one that actually cared about me, at least a little.
There was one thing that was taking a lot of place in my mind. Since Oliver Wood had left, the Gryffindor quidditch team needed a new keeper. I thought that maybe I'd try. I mean, the worst thing that could happen, was that they'd not want me in the team. And then so what. Then I had tried, at least. So I started sneaking out in the evenings, practicing. My broom was pretty okay, too. Better than average.
It wasn't very easy practicing alone. I tried several spells to make the quaffle fly towards me, but it didn't work very well. Then, one evening, when I with my broom in my hand stepped out onto the quidditch pitch, I saw another person coming, the opposite way. It looked like he had seen me too. We stopped when we were like teen feet apart. It was Ron Weasly that stood there, with his arms crossed.
"What are you doing out here, Malfoy?" he said.
"Probably the same thing as you, Weasly." I said.
"I think we have a problem here."
"If you say so." I said simply.
"Behave yourself. I'm a prefect, you see." He said, and sounded pretty stuck up.
"I know you're a prefect."
"I could put you in detention."
"Okay." I said. I found it pretty fun to irritate him. By the way, he was not being very friendly to me.
"Well, Malfoy..."he said.
"Call me Tamara." I interrupted.
"... I have to practice."
"Me too." I said simply.
"Not to be rude or anything... but don't you think my chances to be chosen as a keeper are bigger than yours?"
"You're probably right." I admitted.
"Stop annoying me!" he shouted. "It's impossible to have a discussion when you just agree with me!"
"Hey, Weasly, calm down. We should be able to practice together, shouldn't we?"
"I suppose you're right." He muttered.
And we started practicing together. We never became friends or something, if we passed each other in the corridors or something we pretended that we'd never meet. We never talked very much during our practices either, but it was great to have someone to practice along with.
I was never chosen though, Ron was. It didn't disturb me, actually. I felt that since I've helped him to practice, they kind of chose me too. The day after the tryout, someone less happy came to talk to me, though, Draco. He pushed me into an empty classroom.
"I saw you at the tryout for the Gryffindor keeper." He said.
"Why did you push me in here? To tell me that I stunk?"
"No, you didn't stink. Actually, you were... okay. Better than the Weasel who was chosen. Good." Considering it was coming from Draco, it was a compliment. No, more than a compliment. A praise. He didn't seem to like Ron, though. I'd better not mention that I'd been practicing with him for a week...
"What do you mean, why was it good that I wasn't chosen?" I asked.
"Good you weren't chosen. We slytherins are planning to win the inter-house quidditch cup this year. Anyway, I expected to be hearing from you." He said.
"I don't think I have anything to tell you..." I said slowly.
"You promised to make friends with them, Tamara!"
"I'm trying, I'm on my way. Really." Well, that was a heck of a lie. Okay, I might be trying, but I wasn't on my way to succeed at all.
"Listen to their conversations. I'll give you three words: dog, dreams, Dumbledore."
"Why do you want me to listen to them? It's father, isn't it? He's asked you to find out things about The boy who lived, hasn't he?" I said.
It all became so clear. Dad was a Death Eater, he praised Lord Voldemort. He wanted Draco to find out things about the boy who lived, the only one that had ever defeated Voldemort. Draco couldn't, since he and the boy were enemies until death, so he wanted me to do it for him.
"I'm not helping Death Eaters..." I cried.
"Your own father..."
"He doesn't feel like my father! The only thing he has ever given to me was this stupid name, it's always following me!"
"Without him you wouldn't be born." Draco reminded me coolly.
"Maybe that would be the best!" I shouted.
It all became so quiet. We both stared at each other. His features changed, and he turned into the big brother from old times, the big brother I wanted. A tear appeared out of my eye, making its way down my cheek.
"I have to leave." He mumbled but didn't move. We stood there, quiet, for another minute.
"I thought you were leaving." I finally said, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"I am." He said and left.
I didn't see him again until a couple of days later. The Gryffindor quidditch team was practicing one afternoon. I went there, basically because I didn't have much more to do, I had already done all my homework. Some of the slytherins were there as well. Draco and his supporters were shouting really mean things about the Gryffindors, especially Ron. It was horrible. Ron played awfully, and I knew he could have done great; he had been pretty good when we were practicing. But I suppose he was nervous, I would have played awfully too, if someone was shouting such things. I wondered if Draco had acted the same way if I had been there.
That... I can't find a fitting word for her, but that horrible Umbridge woman became a Hogwarts High Inquisitor. Obviously, that allowed her to inspect and maybe fire teachers. She started attending different classes with different teachers, investigating the teachers' background, asking students questions and stuff. The thing is, she didn't care what the students said, or how the teachers behaved. She had a list of certain teachers, which she didn't like, and she treated them awfully. Most of the teachers she disliked were teachers like McGonagall and Hagrid, teachers which Gryffindors liked. She didn't care if Gryffindors praised them, if a single Slytherin criticized them the criticism was the only thing she cared about.
I think that Harry, Ron and Hermione really hated her. They wanted to kind of fight against her, do something. They started a secret Defence against Dark Arts group. Harry was going to teach Defence against Dark Arts to a group. Hermione secured people to the group. Ginny asked me if I wanted to join them, they were going to have a secret meeting at the Hog's head, a less known pub in Hogsmeade, the next Hogsmeade weekend. I thought that why not?
A couple of days after the Hogsmeade weekend and the meeting, Harry came up to me in the common room. I was sitting in a corner, writing an essay for Snape.
"Hey, Tamara..."
"Hi." I said. "Er... what's up?"
"Who told you about the meeting?" He asked quietly.
"Ginny did." I said.
"Okay. But, you can't tell anyone about it. Especially not... your family."
"I'm not stupid." I said. "Why was you wondering who told me?"
He didn't answer it directly.
"You thought I'd heard about it from Draco, didn't you? You thought he sent me there as a spy?" I continued.
"I... I just wanted to make sure that no one that isn't supposed to know about this knows... I..."
"Believe me; I don't support the Death Eaters. I think you've got other things to worry about than me betraying you. I understand if you have problems trusting me since I'm... well, because of my family but only because they're my family I'm not... supporting you-know-who." I said. It felt so necessary convincing him that I was on his side, I didn't know why.
"Er.. I'm sorry. I'll see you around, then."
Author's note: Okay, that's chapter four. Please notice that I still want ideas for the next year. Write them in your review or e-mail me, you can find my e-mail by simply clicking on my name. Thank you for your time!
