A/N: Think hard...Look into youself...Look back at the other chapters to know what I'm thinking... I DON'T OWN THE DAMN THING.

Chapter 13: He Deserved It

Alana finished her browsing quickly and donned her jester badge to help out the sudden surge of customers in the shop. While retrieving a trick hat for a little girl, she heard a mumbling coming from the other side of the shelves, and figured it would be a good idea to check up on whoever it was, because there had been a few accidents that day regarding rowdy upperclassmen from Hogwarts that thought it would be funny to set off some pranks in the building. Luckily for the twins, any injuries were minor and mostly side effects of the tricks that could be reverse almost instantly with a wave a wand.

"Can I help y-" She was suddenly overcome with intense reek of death. Noticing the pair was young, about her age, she continued as if there was no problem. "Do you need anything?"

The two turned around and revealed themselves to be teenaged boys, both very tall and one remarkably blonde, he was the one really caught Alana's attention. His eyes were an icy grey and remarkably familiar, then it struck her.

Deatheater She recognized him at once as the leader of the small group that attacked Whitehall. But he was so young....

"No." He replied shortly. "We're fine. Go Away." He turned around to face his friend again but Alana would not let him get away from her.

"I don't think so." She said, feeling extremely nervous, yet anger overpowered the feeling. He faced her again, eyes narrowed and a sneer on his lips.

"Excuse me? What did you say to me?"

"Yes. I don't think you should be here. In fact, I don't think you should be anywhere, 'cept maybe prison." The boy's sneer turned to a look of confusion and anger.

"What do you mean by that?" He spat. "What have I ever done to you?"

Alana took a large step up to him and stared straight into his evil eyes, just inches from his face.

"You can't say you don't remember only a few days ago. You still smell of your crime. It rolls off you in sickening waves."

"What are you talking about?"

"You killed my cousin, just the other day. Do I need to refresh your memory?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." The boy went to leave but Alana grabbed his arm.

"This will show you to kill a Lamont." She just barely glanced the boy's panicked and frightened face before he collided with the wall at the end of the isle. She had thrown him just like she had two nights prior, hoping to break his spirit.

"Remember now?!" she shouted "Or are you going to play like you're innocent?!"

"Stay away from me." He said quietly as Alana stalked towards him. his friend had long since disapeared

"I really don't think so." She growled, and used her magic to drag him to his feet and walk to her. "I don't let murderers go free." She pulled her arm back and with all the strength she could gather, which was a lot, punched him right in the face.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Harry and Ron came running towards her, wands out and at the ready.

"Taking care of the bastard that killed Maggie." But she looked at the boy again. He was out cold. She couldn't do anything if he couldn't defend himself.

"That's Malfoy." Ron said to Harry. "Are you at all surprised? Cause I know I'm not."

"No, I'm not either," Harry replied "But I never thought he would have started killing people already. "Ron shrugged and turned back to Malfoy and Alana.

"He goes to our school." He said quietly "I know it'll be hard but you can't attacked him or any of his little friends while we're there. You'd get in major trouble, maybe even expelled."

"Shouldn't he be punished for what he did?" Alana growled "It wasn't even just Maggie he killed, it was the entire rest of the school! They wouldn't have any idea what was going on either, they were all mortal. There was no way they could know about magic or how to defend themselves when it came at them."

"Alana, quiet down." Ron hissed "People don't know about the attack yet... and we can't be the ones to tell them."

"Fine! Fine. I'll try to calm down, but I don't know how I'll be able to stand that bas....." She took a deep, shuddering breath as she felt her temper flaring once again. "He better not do anything odd at school, cause if I catch wind of even one little thing." She clenched her teeth and drew her finger across her neck. She got her point across too, nobody doubted she would hurt Malfoy if he did anything wrong.

"Ron, help me get him out of here." Harry mumbled as he grabbed one of Malfoy's ankles and dragged him out onto the busy street of Diagon Alley.