D/C: If you recognize it. I don't own it. Kapeesh?

Chapter 16
Michelle

Bringing Pete to the dance, bad idea. Getting caught, well… It wasn't our idea. But we did get caught. And now Ethan, Pete (back to human form), and I are sitting in Snape's office. Do we know what's going on? Yes. Do we know what's going to happen to us? No.

We heard Snape out in the corridor talking to some other professors, we assumed that it might take a while for him to re-enter, "It's not like we can get expelled for it." Ethan explained to us, "How were we supposed to know that the potion was going to wear off?"

Pete looked at us, "Okay. What did I do now?" Being a werewolf he had no idea what he had done.

"Let's just say you almost murdered a couple of 2nd years." I told him, staring him right in the eye.

"What house?" He asked me.

"Hufflepuff…"

"Okay. Not that big a deal."

"PETE!" I was shaking my head, "You have to care about these things."

"Eh…"

"Peter Alexander Nichols." I glared at him, "If I get expelled because you almost killed someone. I'm bringing you with me."

"Alright." Pete said, leaning back in the chair, "Alright."

Snape walked in and sat at his desk in front of the three of us. "I assume you three know why you are here."

"Ye-" I began, "No."

"No?"

"Yes, no."

"Well you brought a life-threatening creature to the dance and put some students at risk."

"And?"

"And… I could have you expelled for this."

"Hey. It's not our fault the potion wore off and he went psycho-spaztic werewolfish." I said, getting annoyed with Snape. Majorly. Annoyed with Snape.

"Miss Davis. I'm going to have to give you detention."

"Oh boo hoo."

"Every day until November, except for on days when there is Quidditch practice or games." He said to me, "We can't be a chaser short."

I was confused but I wasn't going to say anything, "Okay…"

Ethan looked at Snape, "Can we go now?" He asked. He wanted to get out of there just as much as I did.

"Yes. Straight to the common room." Snape looked at me, "And I'll see you right here. In my office, 5 PM."

"Sir, yes sir." I muttered under my breath as we walked away.

We reentered the Common Room. Everyone was staring at Pete. He walked over to one of the couches and everyone cleared it. No one wanted to be by the werewolf. "Oh my lord people!" Pete said, glaring at them all, "I can't hurt you if I'm not in form!" He said, as an owl came in and sat on Pete's shoulder, it had a letter. Pete opened the letter.

Pete,

Your mother and I have joined the dark side. The Ultimate Lord has brought us onto His side, He needs… "our kind" to help Him. He assumes that if more people were afraid of Him with the help of us werewolves then He'd get more followers and He could send a mob with flaming pitchforks to the Ministry and get the Minister of Magic to join Him. You are probably wondering why I'm telling you this. Well, the answer is simple. He needs you as well. I told Him that you are only 14 and are not ready yet. He said that age is just a number and He knows your true potential.

-Your Father

Pete crumbled the letter and tossed it into the fire, "What a load of bull!" He said as he walked up to the boys' dormitory. "How threatening is the name Walter anyway! Ultimate Lord my ass."

Ethan looked at me. I looked at him. "We gotta find a way to figure out what was in that letter…" I said.

"Great minds think alike."

"We could just ask him…"

Ethan put his arm around me and I blushed, "You know what Shell, I like the way you think."

"We should go now…"

"Come on." Ethan stood up and took my hand and we walked up to the boys' dormitory.

"Pete?"

"Over here…" Pete was lying on his bed.

Ethan and I sat on Ethan's bed. "What's going on?" I asked him.

"My dear old dad has joined Walter. And is calling him the fucking 'Ultimate Lord'."

"Ultimate Lord?" I asked, holding back a snicker. "The guy's name is Walter for crying out loud!"

"I know!" Pete exclaimed, "I don't see a threat in the name Walter!"

"Does anyone?" Ethan asked us. "Well… some people do. Like Pete's Dad. But truly… It's the guy behind the name."

"Ethan, stop making sense!" I said, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Sorry Shell, it's just the way I do things."

I shook my head, "We need to figure this crap out. There is way too much stuff going on to deal with it all at once."

"Shell, detention, Quidditch, and my issues hardly qualify as way too much stuff."

"There's more which I don't feel like talking about." I said, shaking my head.

"I see." Pete replied, nodding his head.

Ethan looked at the two of us, "So what're we going to do?"

"I'm writing a letter to my dad. Telling him to shove this Ultimate Lord bull up his ass."

"Nice Pete. And if you get disowned?"

"Err… I won't?"

"Try it."

"I will!" And with that Pete began to write.

Father,

Ultimate Lord my ass! Walter is not a threatening name and I'm NOT going to be forced into ultimate evil by some dude with the name Walter. Got that? One would hope so. Because that's my opinion and I'm sticking to it. True potential aye? I'm failing practically everything except for Defense AGAINST the Dark Arts. Looks like I can't join Walter. Even if I wanted to. Seeing as I'm AGAINST him. Yeah, not all Slytherin werewolves are traitors. I'm NOT going to join Walter. And yes, I say his name. He's not the Dark Lord so I will say his name. He's a wannabe. Probably some old fat dude with warts that lives with his mother. In her basement.

-Peter Alexander Nichols

Pete handed us the letter to read, "What do you think?"

"I'm loving the last line." Ethan said, laughing.

"It's probably true though." I said, "What kind of guy devotes his time to the ultimate evils."

"The Dark Lord and Walter…" Ethan said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah… But come on! At least Voldemort laid low when he came back." I said, I got the reaction I expected from Pete and Ethan, Pete flinched a little. And Ethan looked at me like I was nuts.

All three of us were then speechless.

"Ugh… 3 hours until my detention." I said, not bothering to move.