Chapter Thirteen:
(A/N. Read and review! For those that don't know the sequel to Tale as Old as Time is up…I might have mentioned that already. Well anyway enjoy! REVIEW!)
Draco's day went by quickly, soon enough he had finished all his classes and was walking to his dormitory to fetch his broom. When he had gotten it from his trunk he went back downstairs.
"Where are you going?" Pansy's voice came. Draco sighed, he had been at the door when her voice stopped him. He turned and saw her looking at him from her lethargic place near the fire.
"I'm going out to the Quidditch pitch." Draco said slowly, as if he was talking to a small child. Then he walked out, knowing no one would dare follow him and enjoying in the solitude. The night was cool and breezy, perfect for flying. He walked out to the Quidditch pitch, assuming that no one would be out since it was already dark. When he got there, he realized he was mistaken. A sole figure flew around the arena. Immediately, Draco recognized the figure, Virginia Weasley, her bright hair visible from down below. Safe in the shadows, he watched her looped and twirl with an approving eyes. Then she dove down and pulled off a perfect Wronski Feint. Draco only knew of two people who could perform that move at Hogwarts. One was himself and the other was Harry-bloody-Potter. Next she did a perfect Woollongong Shimmy, which was high-speed zigzagging movement, intended to off opposing Chasers. Virginia surprised him further by performing a hand stand on her broom. She pulled herself back into position and landed. Draco stepped out of the shadows, clapping slowly. She looked up, startled, and then relaxed when she saw who it was.
"You're pretty good." He said as he came to satnd in front of her, his broom tucked under his arm. She laughed.
"I'm trying out for the team. I finally convinced my mum to let me." She said. Draco nodded, leaning on his broom.
"Oh! Is that a Lightspeed 007?" She cried excitedly. Draco smirked at the expression of excitement on her face.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" Draco asked, the broom wasn't even in production yet and most had no idea it existed. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"I have five brothers who all play Quidditch." She said by way of explanation. Draco nodded, not understanding but accepting her remark. They began walking and silence descended on them like a coat.
"So…where do you live?" She asked, obviously asking out of desperation to disperse the silence.
"Malfoy Manor." He answered and she shot him a furious glare out of her chocolate eyes.
"Is it nice?" She asked a few minutes later. He considered using a single word answer but realized that they were too far away from school and no one would hear him scream when she murdered him from irritation.
"Oh yes, it's won the Dark Fortress of the Year Award ten years in a row." He said, his voice serious.
"What?" She cried in horror as she turned to him, her eyes wide. Draco smirked pleased beyond words.
"I was joking, Weasley." He drawled. She stared at him for a full second before laughing loudly.
"I didn't know Slytherins had a sense of humour." She quipped as they started walking again.
"Ah, not all of them. Most of them are bloody gormless to the subtle art of humour." He responded. She laughed and Draco found himself wanting to make her laugh more, if only to hear her sweet, musical laugh. They reached the school and Draco nodded toward the stairs. "I'm off, then." He said.
"I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled brightly, and then she turned and hurried away. Draco watched her go. She was like a fire. A beautiful fire. He sighed and went back to his common room.
A few miles away from the small village of Hogsmead, six men knelt inside a dark cavern. They were bowing before a creature that had once been a man, so long ago. Narrow, snake-like eyes and papery white skin. Spider-leg fingers clutched a ebony bag. The creatures name was hardly ever uttered, but all knew his name and all feared it. His name was Voldemort.
"On the night of the lunar eclipse, on November 13th, we will attack Hogwarts." Voldemort proclaimed. A collective gasp was heard from the six men.
"That's impossible!"
"You dare question me? Crucio!" Voldemort cried pointing his wand at the man who had spoken. His screams echoed in the cavern before Voldemort waved his wand and the man's torture ended.
"Master, we ask to know, how is this possible." Another voice said. Voldemort smiled, a cold cruel smile.
"These are the Five Crystals of Set." Voldemort said holding up the bag. "We will position them at five points surrounding the school. When the time comes, we will sacrifice five virgins and spill their blood onto these crystals. The barriers and wards that protect the school will fall. That is when we will apparate into the school and attack." Voldemort explained. Lucius smiled under the hood that hid his face. Voldemort had already told him the plan, and he had already made him his right hand man. Another Death Eater raised his head.
"They won't stand a chance." He said grinning wickedly. Voldemort gave the man an answering grin.
"No, they won't."