YOUNGEST KNOWN DEATH EATER CAUGHT IN LONDON

Draco Malfoy, the youngest known death eater of the present time, who is alleged in being connected to the death of headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and missing since the past 4 months has been caught in London underground by the muggle police, who were aware of this absconding criminal on Saturday evening. Ever since the fateful day in June when the most powerful wizard was killed by one of his staff members with the help of his student, this young man has been wanted by the wizard community. Late Saturday evening, he was found lying wandless in the London underground. His clothes were torn and ripped and he is in no physical state to talk, reports Armius Glutney, head of Magical Law Enforcement and Crime. The muggle police caught him, and took him to the Central Agency, where the Wizards then took charge of him and he is now in St. Mungo's, as he has suffered a powerful memory charm, which has wiped him off all his past memories. "This has been very unfortunate for us," says a disappointed Armius Glutney," we hoped to get a little bit of information about You know who's whereabouts and his plans through this young Malfoy. But in any case, he will be tried by the Wizengamot and then sent to Azkaban depending on the verdict from the council. But the charge is serious. I won't be surprised if he is executed."

Lucius malfoy, father of Draco, has been reported to be dead earlier this summer by the jailers of Azkaban. While Azkaban no longer provides top security to criminals, the ministry has appointed a very efficient group of jailers who are adept to take care of the prisoners. Narcissa Malfoy, mother, is also reported to be missing, but one would expect her to come along, now that her son is caught…

"Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed, her hands going to her mouth. "Malfoy is caught?"

Harry looked at the Daily Prophet which was full of pictures of the blonde Slytherin, who looked comparable to Dobby.

"Git finally in his place, joining his equally --------- dad," said Ron pouring liberal amount of ketchup on his sausages.

"Ron," Hermione shot him a scathing look. "He didn't deserve all this. Don't you know what it is with Voldemort. Either you join him, or you go join the dead. It's like he had no option. And, of course, he was brought up hating muggles and worshipping that evil sorcerer. They might execute him!"

"Why, falling soft for that ferret?' Ron argued. "Know what, 'Mia. If not for him, Dumbledore would have been sitting here ad McGonagall would have been back to Deputy Headmistress. If it were not for him, Bill would never have been werewolf-ish on full moon nights. If it were not for him, we'd be leading so much more a secure life. And you say he didn't deserve that." Ron's voice was so loud that teachers sitting on the high table to perfectly hear him, but no one came up to him to demand a reason for his rant. They were all too busy shaking their heads and referring to this article.

"And the only good thing that happened because of him is that we no longer have that foul Snape teaching us potions.' Ron was fuming. He looked at Harry for support, but he just shook his head.

"Harry, how can you feel any emotions for HIM? He killed our headmaster!"

"No, Ron. You don't understand. At the top of the tower, Malfoy was saying that Voldemort would kill him if he did not succeed in his task. This makes sense. He had to do that for his life. And now, there is talk about taking his life."

Ron was thinking of something scathing to say, but Maria came in the middle of the conversation, and of course every time she came, she brought with her, an aura of finality.

"Bonjour, everyone." Her silver hair was falling all over her and she sat right between Ron and Hermione, which so totally bugged her.

As much as I try to pal up with her, I can'. She is just so interfering. She knows Ron and I are going out, but she can't let us have a moment of peace together. Ron adores her and loves spending time with her. But he's such an innocent darling, he doesn't know when that evil bitch, oh my god what am I saying, but anyways, he doesn't know when the Veela tries to make a pass at him. Why can't she find a better person for herself and leave me alone? Yesterday in the dorm she was indirectly trying to tell me how unworthy of Ron I am.

"Oh dear. You know, some men are so blind, zat zey fall in love wiz whatever zat comes to zem," Maria explained, with a glint in her eyes.

It makes me mad. Am I not worthy of Ron?

But before she could think any more ill of Maria, McGonagall's clear voice ran throughout the hall.

"Students, as per as Ministry orders, we have to organize classes every evening which will be named as "Know them to Fight them". Which means, that you will have an instructor, trained in dark arts to help you recognize many curses, poisons and replaced personalities. Our ministry representative will be coming in by today evening and I will introduce him to you tomorrow morning. He will be attending the DA classes, both senior and junior to help the students with the jinxes and hexes they need for self protection. He will be sleeping in whichever of the three houses he likes and I hope you will extend a warm reception to him.' She sat down ,satisfied with her speech and began to scrutinize the prophet carefully again.

"Reckon, it'll be good?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing better," Harry said. "We actually need some one experienced in dark arts training to help us overcome our draw backs. None of us actually know what those slime balls are doing, do we?"

"What is your plan today?" Hermione asked. She had planned that they catch up with their homework and go to the library to look up a little bit for the DA, but Harry and Ron insisted that it be a free day and they hang around, playing and gossiping.

So half an hour later, Hermione, Harry, Ron and Ginny walked up to the common room, talking about the "instructor" the ministry was providing for them.

"Bummer, it'll be if they send us a death eater. Nice way to end the school," Ron grinned. He pt his arm around Hermione.

"Password?" the fat lady rasped.

"Gobbledook."

Ron and Harry immediately embarked on a vicious chess tournament, while Ginny went with Hermione to their common room. But she peeked into the room before entering.

"Too much of Maria," she mumbled.

Hermione caught that and grinned. "So you think so, too?"

"Well…I have a distinct bad impression about everyone of the Delacour family, and Maria is the worst of the lot, to put it mildly."

"And…erm…she makes passes at Ron."

Ginny raised her eyebrow.

"Don't think I didn't notice. At the wedding, she was all gaga over Ron. ''Ave you a girlfriend Ronnie?' 'J'aime your 'air. La couleur red looks good on you.' And she kept on insisting for a dance. At dinner, she was next to Ron, at the wedding shower, she was next to Ron, offering him punch and Fire Whiskey. She went with Ron to buy his tuxedo, she forced Ron to go with her to buy her costume. That chick is sure desperate.

Thoughts were running through Hermione's head. So she is trying to hook up with Ron.

"But you don't worry. I never will let Phlegm's family members catch my brother. And he is all over you. He used to dream about you. One night when I was walking by his room for a glass of water I heard him talking in his sleep "Hermione, please!" But I never told him anything about me overhearing his fancies. You any day than that dirty Maria!' Ginny finished violently.

It gave Hermione a sense of satisfaction that Ron's own sister detested her cousin. And she blushed with that piece of information about Ron's dreams.

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Hermione's tummy was rumbling. She had skipped lunch that day, because of a stomach ache, but now, she was dead hungry. She looked at her watch. 6:45. Still another 15 minutes. But I'll go anyways. Maria was, as usual hogging the bathroom, so Hermione decided to go just the way she was. She walked out of the portrait hole and into the great hall, which was empty. Even the dishes weren't there on the tables. Hermione sat down in her usual place on the table and opened up her Arithmancy book to page 251. She was way ahead of the class in this subject. They were still on page 106 and she had covered many more topics. It was mainly because Professor Vector considered her as a prize student and he expected a lot from her. Also her interest in this subject was overwhelming. She looked at the empty Slytherin table and thought about Malfoy sadly. As much as he had abused her and her blood trait ('Mudblood'), the thought about him being executed perturbed Hermione greatly. She wanted to have a secret talk with Harry, without Ron hearing them. She was sure the Wizengamot would summon Harry as a witness and she hoped Harry could help Malfoy out. She sincerely hoped.

Suddenly, a pair of hands covered her eyes. These were the warm hands which had held hers, weren't they? They felt oddly familiar.

"Ron?" She hazarded a guess.

The hands went off Hermione's face and she turned around hoping to see her red headed darling. But no, it was not him.

It was….

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A/N: I have left some suspense haven't I? Keep guessing the man, or woman. You might just hit it;). But please review pals. It not very exciting to write for nothing dudes! Now I hope you people aren't biting your nails wondering WHO it is! In any case, that might be sufficient incentive for you to REVIEW. Hang in there folks…