A/N- This chapter is a bit weird. It's fluffy at the beginning and then it sort of changes and then it changes again at the end. It's not for those who are a bit squeamish or who don't like to see Siobhan hurt. Oh and thanks for all the great reviews I got last week. Certainly cheered me up. Anywayz, on with the chapter!
Some Of The Truth At Last
Siobhan sat upright gasping for breath and looked around, panic spreading through her. Beads of sweat trickled down her face and strands of hair stuck to her moist face. Focusing better she found that she was in her bed safe at Hogwarts where nobody evil could get at her. Wiping her face with her covers she lay back down and tried to get back to sleep but found that she couldn't. The nightmare she had had was still vivid in her mind and right now sleep didn't seem like an option. It had seemed real like a memory but it couldn't be. Sighing she kicked her covers off and got out of bed. Looking at her bedside clock she grimaced. It was that early? Grabbing a towel from her trunk she grudgingly dragged herself to the bathroom.
"You're a right insomniac Siobhan. Waking up at four o'clock in the fucking morning. On a Saturday as well. What I would for a sleeping potion right now," she muttered to herself as she looked in the mirror. She was a nasty sight in the mornings. Hair looking like a lion's mane, pasty face and her breath toxic enough to kill somebody within a two mile radius. And her reflection couldn't resist reminding her.
"If I weren't so used to seeing you in the morning, I'd die of fright. You look like a cross between a scarecrow and the ugliest creature on earth. Whatever that is," her reflection said pretending to shield it's eyes in horror.
"Shut it you. You just insulted yourself because you look exactly like me, so ha!" Siobhan turned away from the mirror triumphant and opened the water. It took a while to get hot, especially at this time in the morning. What she needed right now was a nice hot shower and to give her hair a good wash. That would be one less thing to worry about. She wondered if her father had ever heard of shampoo.
Squeaky clean and hair back to being wavy and not iron board straight, Siobhan made her way down to the Common room. At five in the morning she doubted anybody was there. She should have not been surprised to find Harry sitting there, looking straight ahead into the dark fireless fireplace bnut she was. Seeing the hurt expression etched on his face, she couldn't help but feel like she had caused it. As if what she had said to Draco last night might have meant that she left Harry behind. He looked at her briefly, and their gaze met but Siobhan tore away, not able to stand the guilt she was feeling. There were obviously issues needing to be sorted out. She sat on the arm of the armchair he was sitting in and noticed that he was wearing the same scuffed trainers, baggy jeans and hoodie he had worn that night four days ago. That day seemed like it had happened years ago, not a few days.
"Do you want to go for a walk? There are some things we need to talk about. My relationship with Draco Malfoy being one," Siobhan asked softly. She touched his arm gently and was taken back by the way he flinched. Without saying anything he stood up and started making his way to the portrait hole. Taking this as a yes Siobhan followed him. She never realised how much the silent treatment hurt.
Pretty soon they were outside walking on the crisp grass. The sky was still dark, but not a midnight blue. More of a sunrise purple. The air was bitter and Siobhan felt a chill spread through her as she and Harry walked side by side on the grounds. There was a comfortable silence, but it wasn't enough to mend the rift between them. Since Siobhan had the most to explain, she broke the silence.
"If you're going to remain silent I might as well talk. Just listen first and then any comments you have afterwards will be much appreciated," Siobhan said pulling her jacket tighter around her. She was wearing jeans, a cream turtleneck top and a thin black jacket with black suede boots on her feet and she was still cold. Swallowing all her pride she started explaining. If she could be truthful with Draco, why not with Harry? "Let me start with what happened on Thursday. I was bang out of order; I shouldn't have said anything about your parents. I'm sorry. I take back everything I said. I deserved to be suspended but thanks for bringing back. Detention is much better than being cooped upat my dad's place. Everything you said, you were either right or partly right. I can't tell you that I don't have feelings for you because I do. I can't tell you I love Draco because I don't. I'll admit that. I was pretty shocked with that column in Young Witch Weekly. If I were you, I'd ask Debbie out. She can be annoying but she's nice."
Siobhan paused to shiver. Her hands felt like ice, and her ears hurt. Harry took off his hoodie and handed it to her. This time she accepted and slipped the warm thing on. There was something heavy in the pocket but it was probably nothing. He was wearing a woolly green jumper with the letter H in the middle and he seemed warm enough. He mustered a weak smile and that encouraged her to continue.
"Draco and I have only been dating for two days or so, so I can't love him. Even as a friend. Well not yet anyway. I…I love you Harry, but at the same time I hate you. This is wrong timing. If I go out with you now you'll probably end up being hurt. I told Draco I loved you, as a friend but there's more. I just can't, not now. I want to make it work between Draco and me. There were barriers between us. Now they're down I can learn to love him."
Harry breathed in deeply, trying hard not to get angry and reveal to Siobhan that he had overheard their conversation. She was telling him a simplified version of the truth. He doubted the word 'truth' existed Siobhan's dictionary. She didn't know what it meant. Well, not how to tell the whole truth anyway. At least she had finally admitted that she had feelings for him.
"And I haven't been entirely honest with you about myself, but that is something I have no control of. First I need you to trust me, and I need to know that I can trust you. You remember that when you kissed me? I wanted to kiss you back but I couldn't. That one kiss brought the past flooding back. When you talked about my mother, I remembered the day she died. Right in front of me and I had no control over it. Along with that came memories of three lost years. I never got the chance to be a teenager until recently. I'll swallow my stupid pride and apologise right here, right now. I'm sorry for leading you on. I'm sorry for being a bitch. I'm sorry for not being to tell you everything about me. I'm sorry about everything."
They stopped as they reached the lake and turned to each other. Siobhan looked into Harry's emerald green eyes but she couldn't read them. They were filled with a mixture of emotions. Harry just looked into Siobhan's eyes and said nothing. What could he say? You're a lying little cunning bitch sounded good. But he couldn't say that. Not with what he had to tell her. How do you tell a girl with her temper that you read her journal? After careful consideration, he finally spoke.
"Apologies accepted. You're very persuasive when it comes down to it," Harry said putting on the same weak smile he had used earlier. Siobhan smiled and hugged him. As she did so, he felt the outline of the journal pressing against him. Even if Siobhan felt it too, she didn't say anything. Why was she making this harder? "Um Siobhan, I appreciate you telling me the truth about some things, but it might take you awhile before you trust me again. Look in the pocket of my hoodie and you'll find something that belongs to you." He watched Siobhan take out her journal and the photograph of her and the mysterious little girl.
"How much have you read?" Siobhan asked, her voice unusually calm. It's not like she could really blame him. If she were in the same position, she wouldn't have hesitated taking the journal. She slipped the photograph in the journal and waited for Harry to answer. He sighed and ran his hand through his already messy hair. All the boys she talked to seem to do that.
"Enough to know you were a Junior Death Eater, whatever that is, and that your mother's boyfriend abused you. I only read the first few entries. I'm sorry that I was so nosey but I just needed to know more about you. And I thought my life was a bad, but reading that journal made me realise that there are other people in the world who have had problems."
"You do know that I should probably kick your arse all the way to Timbuktu for taking my journal? If you must know, yes I was badly abused by my mum's boyfriend. Yes, I was a Junior Eater of Death. That's a Death Eater minus the Dark Mark and underage. You don't need to know any more do you?"
"What about the girl in the picture? Who's she?"
"She is the only thing in this world worth living for and it's best not to talk about her, please." Siobhan wasn't about to make it known to Harry who exactly the cute little girl in the photo was. So for the only person who knew who she was in this school was Dumbledore. And he had been sworn to secrecy until further notice.
"Alright, I won't. But am I forgiven?"
"Yes, you are if you don't breath a single word about this to anybody. If you do, I swear I will hex you into the next millennia." Harry nodded and this time it was he who pulled Siobhan into a warm hug. They looked so sweet together. Anybody who saw them would have thought so.
And there was somebody watching them. They came every so often, just to see how Siobhan was doing. It was a woman, with bright red hair, bright blue eyes and a lovely smile highlighted by dimples in each cheek. She took a break from watching somebody closely to come and visit her old haunts and see some people she missed most. Siobhan being one of them. She was sitting on tree branch that lent over the lake listening to everything they said. Siobhan reminded her so much of herself as a young girl. As she went to wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her white robe, she lost balance and fell. Right into the lake.
"Did you hear something? It sounded like something falling into the lake," Siobhan asked pulling away from Harry's hug. They both looked out into the lake and saw there were soft ripples coming from an area but nothing more.
"No. It must have been the giant squid or something," Harry answered still looking out into the lake. He hadn't heard any watery sounds at all. Maybe he was going deaf. He shook his head and felt his stomach rumble. Maybe breakfast might be ready. "I'm hungry. Maybe we can head back."
"I'm with you on that one. Nothing like a good breakfast to get you ready for a long boring day ahead." In full conversation now, the two teenagers made their way to the Great Hall. They would probably be the first ones there, but it beat freezing to death.
"It pains me to say this but after realising that there is nobody else in this school who I have a close eye in any other House or is as controlling as you I have come to the conclusion that you will be Slytherin's prefect for this term only. Terrorise as you wish," Snape said to Siobhan who was sat at the Gryffindor table eating breakfast with Harry. They were the only two and it was understandable since it was six in the morning on a Saturday. He handed her the badge and she looked confused. "Or is it too much to handle?"
"I'm a Gryffindor if you hadn't noticed. Why don't you just re-sort me into Slytherin? I can't accept this. Try somebody else whose boyfriend isn't the suspended Prefect," Siobhan answered offering the badge back to Snape.
"You either take it or I add an extra week to your detention. Think of it as a punishment. One with benefits." Snape smirked as Siobhan took the silver Prefect badge and pinned it onto her jacket. She had handed back Harry's hoodie because his woolly jumper was a little embarrassing. "Ask Mr Malfoy for the password. I don't dare repeat here in case of stray ears." He glared in Harry's direction before going to the sit down.
"Why me? I might as well be a Slytherin at this rate. As long as I'm a Prefect, I'll have some fun. There's that joke I promised Fred I'd try. Hmm…I wonder if it'll work…" Siobhan said, more to herself than to Harry. Harry wondered what kind of fun Siobhan had in mind and what she had promised Fred. Wait. How did she know Fred? Oh, yeah, her mother used to work with them.
"I really want to say something horrible, but I can't think of anything. I'm shocked. I can say that. A Gryffindor being a Slytherin Prefect is something I have never heard before. I doubt people will be happy about it," Harry muttered returning to his third helping of bacon and eggs. "But don't worry, you get used to be being pointed at, and hearing your name whispered in hushed but obvious tones."
"Oh, you're really cheering me up Harry. Thank you so very much." He shrugged and helped himself to toast and beans. Siobhan watched in- well she didn't know what it was she felt really. She had never seen a person eat so much. Lucky for everybody else that the bowls refilled themselves or there would be nothing left for them. There must have been a whole at the bottom of his stomach because Siobhan felt sick for him.
It was at least three hours before the Great Hall started filling up. Those three hours were spent eating, talking about future Quidditch matches, eating, talking about ambitions, eating and chasing each other round the Great Hall. Harry had started it. He had thrown a piece of toast at her. They ran around like maniacs until they literally ran over Dumbledore. He simply wiped his robes down and commented on how much young people today were so full of life, with that a sparkling glint in his eyes. They knew that neither Dumbledore nor Snape, who had been watching the whole thing quite amused, would let them forget it anytime soon. Siobhan sat patiently at the Gryffindor table until she saw Draco walk in- with Pansy right behind him of course. By then she had said her hellos and flirted subtly with Dean Thomas. Not that she liked him or anything. She enjoyed seeing him squirm. He had never been comfortable around her ever since the nude incident. She decided to leave when Harry gave her a sharp kick under the table for some unknown reason (Dean did resemble a very ripe tomato) and she went to join the Slytherin table.
"Morning," she said kissing a surprised Draco on the cheek before pushing a very heavy Goyle over and sitting down. She tried to ignore the whispers and heads turning to face her from all over the Great Hall. The louder whispering coming from the Slytherin and Gryffindor table. "What? Have I suddenly grown two heads or something?"
"You might as well have. Hello? Did you wake up on the wrong side of bed today? You're a Gryffindor. At the Slytherin table. We are enemies. Remember? We may be together but loads of people are still not happy about us. This may be a little too soon," Draco mumbled trying hard not to be overheard. That was heard since Pansy was practically sitting on him.
"Yeah, shoo little Gryffindor. Go back to your pathetic little House and leave us alone. You are not wanted her," Pansy said making 'go away' movements with her hands. Siobhan wished that she would be the one to go away.
"Excuse me……Pansy right? I'm Siobhan, pleasure to meet you. I'm sure we'll be best of friends," Siobhan said putting on the sweetest voice she had. She held out her hand and the blond girl shook it. Rather reluctantly but shook it. "If you didn't know, I do belong at this table. For now anyway. And could I point out a small thing? Draco's lap doesn't need warming so could you move over just a smidge?" Instead of moving a smidge over she moved miles closer so that she was now sitting on Draco's lap. Siobhan was about to tell Pansy exactly where to shove it when Dumbledore spoke up.
"I have an announcement to make," Dumbledore said, and the Great Hall went silent, everybody wondering what this announcement could be. "It saddens me to inform you that one of the 6th year Prefects in the Slytherin House has been suspended until further notice. Draco Malfoy is no longer a Prefect." Dumbledore stopped for applause and cheering (most of the Great Hall) and booing (mainly the Slytherins). "However, a replacement has been found. It was found that nobody in the Slytherin House could meet up to Mr Malfoy's standard so somebody from another House had to be chosen. After careful consideration, Miss McKay will be replacing Mr Malfoy until he is deemed mature enough to have it back. Thank you, that is all."
"What about me? I would have made replaced Draco better than her," a boy sitting across from Draco moaned. He wasn't the only one. He was somewhat handsome with deep blue eyes and a golden-brown skin, which suggested a Latin-American origin. He lent forward and muscles showed clearly through the pale blue sweater he was wearing.
"Fat chance Blaise. You've got as much chance as Peeves becoming our Prefect. Remember how you somehow managed to run into Snape in his towel? Twice? And you can hardly remember where the common room is let alone be Prefect," another Slytherin boy said. He was sitting directly in front of Siobhan and he flashed her a smile as he dodged a punch from Blaise. His hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. "Hi, I'm Adrian. I think it's nice to have something different. Maybe you'll shake things up."
"I might just do that," Siobhan answered ideas of what to do whirling round her head. "I'm Siobhan if you hadn't heard. So am I going to be hated by everyone causing me to be a complete bitch and make your life miserable or are you going to accept me and I will be an angel?"
"As if that's possible," Draco snorted only to be answered by an elbow in the ribs. He flinched and quickly added, "Listen up everyone. Siobhan here is great, so make her life easy. If you don't, I will make your lives so miserable you will regret the day you came into Slytherin. And I'll let you onto something. It was either her or Longbottom. Not that there is anything particularly wrong with him."
"You do anything to make Snape consider about making me permanent, I will hang you off the top of the Astronomy tower by your feet whilst you are in your birthday suit. And I am not kidding. So who's the other Prefect? Someone nice, I hope."
"It your lucky day. I'm the other Prefect," Pansy said smiling as Siobhan struggled to maintain a smile. It was so obvious Siobhan just wanted to quit and face the extra week detention. "Yes, you and I will definitely be good friends. It's such a pity though. Draco and I made a perfect team. I remember we were stuck for three whole hours in the Prefects bathroom. Draco blushed and attempted to finally push Pansy off her his lap. He started shoving food at 100 mph into his mouth.
"Three whole hours, huh? Now that must have been cosy," Siobhan said trying to catch Draco's gaze. He focused on his food and kept shovelling it in. "Silence. That's all right. Pansy will fill me in on all the details. Maybe we can take and a walk and also see if we can whip this House into shape. Our shape." Siobhan got up and Pansy followed, not passing up an opportunity to try and break Draco and Siobhan up. Draco quickly swallowed his mouthful and grabbed onto Siobhan's arm before she was out of reach.
"Pansy likes exaggerating so what she says might not be entirely true. I'm with you now and that was all in the past, and I've changed. I won't act like that anymore." He pleaded her with his grey puppy dog eyes but Siobhan simply said,
"We'll see about that won't we?" At that she and Pansy left the Great Hall to go on their walk. A pair like that could mean nothing but trouble for the Slytherin House.
"I don't get why she's so jealous of me. Yes, I have the two of the cutest boys in the school at my feet, and yes, I am extremely beautiful, but that it no need to be jealous," Siobhan said to Professor Lupin who was paying some attention. He had just spent the past half hour listening to Siobhan talk about her social and love life. This was only her first week and the amount of trouble she had been in, you'd think she'd been here years. If this is what Snape meant by helping Siobhan, he could think again.
"Siobhan, have you ever come across the words vain and oblivious? You are vain and totally oblivious to the fact that Pansy Parkinson and Malfoy were inseparable until you came along. Now if you don't mind, I have some questions of my own to ask," Lupin answered sitting up in his chair ready to ask her something he had been wondering since the summer holidays.
"Fire away. I'm strong and ready for whatever question you throw at me, though there is no guarantee I can answer it," Siobhan answered also sitting up. Lupin had just spent a long time listening to her rant on and on and now he would listen to her talking about something meaningful. Maybe Saturdays with Remus weren't too bad.
"I just have to ask this because I have been wondering about it for ages. What happened between you and Peter McKenna?" No matter how strong and ready Siobhan was the question still knocked her back ten feet. Memories came back stronger than ever and she felt sick and dizzy. She closed her eyes and whilst taking deep breaths counted backwards from twenty. Soon the dizziness stopped and she could open her eyes.
"Nothing." That was the most blatant lie she had ever told. The way she had reacted had given her away in two seconds flat. The wide eyes, the suddenly pale face, the sweaty palms and the need to relax only after the mention of his name.
"I know you're lying. You can trust me. It's not like I'm going to tell the whole world."
"Well, you should have been there and then you would know. I'm telling you now, nothingworth talking abouthappened between him and me. We had our share of arguments and plenty of disagreementsbut I assure you that is all."
"So, you are going to sit there and deny everything? Act like nothing happened? I know something did, and you either tell me or I find out from the man himself." That definitely shook her up because her eyes flashed with anger and she looked ready to kill.
"What do you want me to say? He regularly beat me up? He made my life a living hell? If that's what you want me to say then tell me so you can get off my case!" Siobhan was now standing and angry. He had no right to blackmail her into telling him the truth. If he wanted Peter he had to go to Azkaban. That's where he was now.
"Well, is it true?" Lupin lent back in his chair and his gaze nearly made Siobhan break down and tell him. But the anger boiling inside her stopped it. She wasn't really angry at Lupin. Mainly at herself for not doing anything to stop it, at her mother for just standing there and doing nothing and Peter McKenna for being the git that he is. For causing her so much pain.
She looked away and clenched and unclenched her fists. She had to calm down but she couldn't. Anger was boiling inside of her and just kept on rising. She just wanted to lash out at somebody. Take her anger out on something. This was too much to deal with right now. Siobhan looked out of the window and saw Hagrid watering his pumpkins. How she wished she could live a life where all you had to do was worry whether the pumpkins would be big enough this year. But she couldn't. Suddenly, a pain shot through her head and as fast as it came it went. But along with it came a memory.
FlashbackSiobhan was walking out towards her mother's workshop. It was a warm summer's day, and her mother had been cooped up in her workshop testing a new antidote for all the Weasley products so she was bringing her some fresh lemonade and freshly baked cookies. She'd been bored otherwise she never stepped inside the kitchen. Unless it was urgent. On her way down she passed Peter McKenna repairing the fence, which ran round the whole of the house and main garden. He loved doing it the muggle way. It said it made him feel like more of a man.
As she walked past he looked up and smiled at her. That was a rare thing because he spent so much time scolding her. He wiped his brow and flicked his golden brown hair out his eyes. He was good-looking for a man of his age with a tanned body, straight opal teeth to kill for and at this moment he had his top off revealing a rather toned six-pack and more than acceptable biceps.
"Thanks Siobhan. I was really getting dehydrated out here. With your mother in that damned workshop of hers and you in the house, I was beginning to think nobody cared about me," he said reaching out for the lemonade and cookies. Siobhan stepped backwards and held the lemonade and cookies out off reach.
"These aren't for you. They're for Mum who will probably forget to eat if she's on a roll. If you want I'll come back and get you something," Siobhan answered and started making her down to the workshop. Why did it have to be so far away from the house? Maybe it was because of past explosions, she wasn't sure.
"How about you give them to me now, and then go get some more for your mother. I'm sure she can wait another five minutes. I can't. I'm parched here." He had put down his tools and was walking towards Siobhan, the smile gone from his face. After all, it was rare.
"You're a wizard. Use magic or you can wait. I made these for Mum and I'm going to give them to Mum." Again she turned and started walking down the path but felt him grab her arm. Hard. Hard enough to nearly make her spill the lemonade. "Careful! At this rate there won't be none left for anybody."
"Don't you talk to me like that you rude little bitch. I'm the man of this house and my needs are met to first. Give me the drink. Now."
"Here you go. Enjoy." She took the glass of lemonade and spilt over his head. She didn't know what caused her to do it. It was an impulse. He shook his wet head and grabbed her arm tighter. It was starting to feel numb since he was cutting off her blood supply. Peter's face was twisted into the familiar face. Anger. Siobhan was scared now.
"Don't you EVER do that again! You have just pushed the last button! I am going to teach you a lesson you are never going to forget." Being much stronger than Siobhan he managed to drag her over to where he was working. Tools were lying around and thoughts of what he could do with them went through Siobhan's head as he dragged her to a clear space.
Siobhan struggled as much as she could. There was no way she would leave it up to fate to decide what would happen to her. Receiving a sudden and very hard to blow to the head sent her down to the ground, and everything went out of focus. She managed to get on her knees and was pushing herself up when Peter sat on her. He was also much heavier than Siobhan. Straddling her with his knees he lent forward and whispered in her ear.
"You're not that tough when you're down, are you? All mouth you are. Your mum always goes on and on how her little baby is so strong to have grown up without a father figure. We'll see just how strong you are."
Not able to move an inch, Siobhan simply braced herself for what was coming next. Whatever it was, she knew that it wasn't going to be pretty. She was used to getting slapped, punched and kicked but he had never been like this. Siobhan felt something sharp dig into her back. She was wearing a thin spaghetti strap top, it was summer, and through it she could feel it being pushed further onto her skin.
"I don't know if you've ever had a nail hammered into your back before. I know I haven't. Maybe after having three nails hammered into your back you'll know not to disrespect me."
Tears rolled down Siobhan's cheeks and onto the ground. Fear took over and she couldn't help but tremble. She was too young to handle this. She was still thirteen. As the first nail dug in, she couldn't scream and her eyes widened in shock. She just couldn't believe he was actually doing this. The second nail came just as the shock wore off and she screamed as much as her voice permitted her. The third one was the most painful as the pain from the first two was already there. She could feel blood trickling down her back and the heavy weight lifted from her back. Peter had stood up. Energy drained away from her and everything went black.
That day certainly hadn't been forgotten. She had the scars on her back to prove it. Everybody thought that she had fallen back onto the nails, not had them hammered into her. That wasn't the last time he had done something like that. Siobhan wiped away a tear that fell down her face. Anger was still there but it was being won over by the pain she had kept bottled up for years. Only two people now knew she had been abused and it wouldn't hurt for Lupin to know. She just had to admit defeat. This was too much for her to handle by herself. To get over it, she had to talk to somebody.
"Fuck!" she shouted in anger at herself. She punched the wall and didn't care that the wall hadn't as much as dented and that her knuckles were bleeding. She turned and face Lupin who had to fight the urge not to jump up and hug her. Siobhan had to come to him. "I can't take it anymore! It's eating away at me. Yeah, it's true. He was a drunk abusive bastard who made my life a living hell."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Yeah, it's time I talked to someone about it. And who better than you?" Lupin stood up and offered her a hug. Siobhan took it gratefully and wished she had had the courage to talk about it a long time ago.
"What's all this then?" Draco asked as he entered the Slytherin common room after dinner. There was a crowd gathered around the notice board and he could hear a lot of complaining about something. There had never been such a big crowd round the Slytherin notice board in the five years Draco had been here.
"A set of Slytherin rules has been put up by the 'Senior' Prefects. Man, I knew I would have made a better Prefect," Blaise Zabini said shaking his head disapprovingly at what he had just read. "They're like harsh. They are taking away our freedom." Draco pushed himself through the crowd until he could see the note printed on green parchment.
The Slytherin RulesAgreed upon by the Senior Prefects
- All Slytherins must be awake by 8.00 or they will be awakened by having very cold water poured over them. Checks in the dormitories to make sure of this will be conducted. This is due to the fact of teachers complaining about tardiness. Siobhan will be checking the boy's dormitories, so please be decent.
- All Slytherins must be in bed be in bed by at least 03:00 to ensure at least five hours of sleep on schooldays. History of Magic and Potions are not the place for a nap.
- During the Quidditch Season, Quidditch players must wake up at 6:30 for training and be in bed by midnight. Grades must be maintained or you will face suspension from the team. This is to guarantee that the Quidditch Cup is not snatched by the Gryffindors. Again.
- Alcohol is prohibited unless authorised by Head of House such as on special occasions and supervised by at least one Senior Prefect. This is due to the number of Slytherins admitted into the Hospital Wing last year after one too many bottles of Fire Whiskey and several Muggle alcoholic drinks.
- While some of you may feel that you are utterly in love with somebody, we have been forced to remind you that sex is illegal in Britain for those under the age of 16. Madam Pomfrey urges those of you 16 and over to go and talk to her for contraception and advice.
-And finally, Headmaster Dumbledore has asked all the Houses to co-operate with each other. That means that you must be polite, and if possible even nice, and you may gain House Points. And you never know, inter-House relationships may form. (Not encouraged -Head of House)
NB- Breach of these rules will result in a detention with one of the Senior Prefects, which may or may not be supervised by a teacher depending on the level of infringement, or a detention with a teacher of their choice may be served.
Approved by Head of House: Professor Severus Snape
Approved by Headmaster: Professor Albus Dumbledore
"Those two are having a right laugh. No alcohol, need permission for a shag and no more lie-ins on weekdays or have late nights. What is this? The military?" Adrian Pucey grumbled from Draco's side. He was finding it hard to take in. Right now, all he wished was to have that Prefect badge back. "Siobhan certainly shook things up alright."
"And I don't think she's going to stop there," Draco said, looking at the rules but meaning nothing to him. All that power he had once had, taken from right underneath his nose.
A/N- Well, did you like? Did you hate? Whatever, just review! It makes my day. Next chapter is lighter than this one. Somewhat more humorous. The more reviews the faster it is.