Hellooooo everybody . I know it's been a few weeks since I updated it's only because I've been really busy. I've been working non-stop for college and I have University interviews coming up. It's a good job its half term otherwise I might not have got this chapter out at all. Well I hope you like.

Chapter seventeen

"Wow you can eat" Jess looked awed as he watched Rory pile more and more pancakes into her mouth.

"yeah she actually out eats Ron" Hermione commented, she, Ron and Harry had joined them at the Ravenclaw table for breakfast.

"Hey!" Ron objected to this obvious insult to both he and Rory. Unfortunately this protest only aided Hermione's statement as his mouth was currently full of bacon.

"Thanks for the glimpse of the partly digested animal", Hermione spat getting agitated.

Before Ron could argue the point any further the post owls arrived. Everyone gathered the items dropped in front of them. Harry noticed the handwriting on his envelope to belong to Dumbledore so he slipped it into his pocket to look at later. Ron opened his small parcel to reveal some of Fred and Georges snack-box sets. He quickly put it out of sight. Rory and lane looked over the daily prophet whilst Hermione took a glance at the book she'd ordered last week. In fact everyone was so preoccupied with their own mail that they didn't see the bright scarlet envelope making its way over to the Slytherin table.

There were two people who did notice the envelope almost instantly though. One was Summer whose eyes had scanned the birds for it as soon as they arrived. The other was Tristan into whose lap it dropped. His eyes widened in horror, whilst Summers lit up with amusement.

"Open mate, it'll be worse if you don't" Draco, who was sat next to him, said.

"Kay" Tristan said lamely and slit the top of the letter open.

A strong male voice bellowed out from the letter. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING? YOUR DATING ONE OF THEM. BLOODY HELL AND I THOUGHT YOU HAD MORE SENSE. IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING YOU NEEDED TO GET OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM THEN YOU COULD'VE AT LEAST MADE SURE IT WAS KEPT SECRET. OR MAYBE THIS IS YOUR WAY OF GETTING BACK AT ME FOR MAKING YOU SPEND LAST SUMMER AT THE MANNOR WHEN YOUD BEEN INVITED TO THE GOYLES. I DON'T CARE WHAT CAUSED THIS BOUT OF INSANITY BUT UNTILL I HEAR YOU SAY IT'S OVER UNDER THE INFLUENVE OF VERTESIUM I DO NOT WANT YOU NEAR OUR HOME AGAIN, UNDERSTOOD? YOUR MOTHER IS DISTRAUGHT. YOU ARE NO LONGER A DUGREY WHILST YOU DATE THAT MUGGLEBORN. AND DRACO YOUR FATHER WILL BE VERY DISPLEASED IF YOU KNEW OF THIS WITHOUT INFORMING US.

With that the letter burst into flames and the ashes fell into Tristan's porridge, just as well that he had lost his appetite anyway. He got up, aware that the eyes of everyone in the hall were upon him. "I have to go see you later" he whispered to Draco as he got up and walked out of the room. How had his father found out? He was confused. What was he going to do now? Outside the doors of the hall he walked into a tall figure.

"I think we need to talk about that little incident Mr Dugrey" Dumbledore's bright eye's smiled at him from behind his half moon glasses. Tristan said nothing he merely followed the headmaster to where he knew the his office was situated. He'd been there once before, when he thought he faced exclusion from Hogwarts. Surely that wasn't the case now though? "jelly beans" said Dumbledore to the stone gargoyle in front of the rotating staircase that led to his office. The gargoyle leapt aside and the two figures stepped onto the moving staircase. Tristan didn't know this but it was very much like a muggle escalator.

As they sat down in the office Dumbledore, as was his custom, offered Tristan a sherbet lemon. Tristan possibly for the first tine accepted as he found that his mouth had gone unbelievably dry. Also he couldn't help but feel weird with all the past head masters/mistresses watching him from their portraits that lined the walls of the circular room.

"firstly let me tell you that you are not in trouble" Dumbledore said surveying Tristan, who let out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding in. "However you are going to have to make some choices. Option one, you can return to your father, lose Rory and take the 'death-eater' route that was planned out for you". Tristan sat open-mouthed, the old man really did know a lot more than people realised. "Option two," he continued, "is one which would be far more dangerous to you but it would allow you to stay with Rory and, I believe, would make you happier in the long run. This option is to join us, 'the light', in fighting Voldemort's remaining followers. Only you can make the choice but you need to give it a lot of thought."

"I already have sir, and I made that choice the moment my friends found out about Rory and me. I'm not going back to my father."

"That's good to hear, you can be dismissed now. Have a good day." As Tristan walked back down the stairs it really hit him that this was it. His father had disowned him. But it didn't explain why he felt a tight knot in his chest. He decided to forget about it for now and head off for potions.

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A/N I intend to use the Harry Potter characters a lot more now the situation is resolved between Tristan and his dad. Till next time…