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A/N: Rated T For Safety Purposes A/N: Uh… To get to where I wanted to be by now, I'm fast-forwarding 3 weeks. Sorry if this disturbs peoples.

The first 3 weeks of term hadn't been too bad. Blaise hadn't gotten a single detention, he was getting his homework in on time, and at the moment he was sitting in the Great Hall with Draco, eating his breakfast. When the daily bustle of owls from the Daily Prophet came in, one flew directly to Blaise and simply dropped the paper, not wanting payment.

Blaise picked up his copy of the Prophet and almost choked on his pumpkin juice as he read the heading.

Wizengamot Member Christopher Zabini Murdered in His Bed.

Blaise's eyes grew wide. "That's my dad…" He said to himself, "He's… Wow…"

He read the article.

Member of the Wizengamot and School Governor, Christopher A. Zabini, was murdered last night in his manor. He was the only one home, seeing as his wife was at her sister's place and his son was at Hogwarts. He was first weakened by poisons and then killed by the Avada Kedavra spell.

The people we spoke to had their own opinions on the death, the first being his own wife, Andrea M. Zabini. "It's just so… sad that he's dead now… And our son. Now without a father figure in his life." Andrea's quote was very heartfelt, and after saying all this she burst into tears and refused to answer any more questions.

Lucius Malfoy, Christopher's best friend, had his own opinion on the death, "Whoever did it deserves a life's term in Azkaban." His quote was direct and he had more to say, "Christopher was a great guy, he never hurt anyone. The murderer deserves dementors."

The Ministry sent some officers over to examine the scene, a wand was found on the floor and it was 8 inches long, birch, with a core of veela hair. We all knew it wasn't Ollivander's. "I never use veela hair as a core!" He exclaimed. "I would never pluck the hair of a veela just to use for wand. I only use the cores I've used for ages."

The one other person we wished to speak to, we were unable to contact. For when we were doing our interviews, Hogwarts students were asleep. This person was Blaise Zabini.

Blaise shook his head, and then his eyes grew wider, "Her." He said to himself. "She did it."

Draco looked over at Blaise, "Hmm?" He asked, yawning afterwards.

"My mom. Murdered. My dad."

"The article says she was at her sister's place…"

"She hates that sister, and she has a spare wand… They described it in here… I hate her. I truly hate my own mother."

"Why would she kill your dad?"

"Money. House. On the verge of divorce and she'd be thrown into the streets."

"Oh." Draco said, completely speechless.

All the teachers that had a copy of the Daily Prophet were sympathetically looking at the Slytherin table, more specifically; they were all sympathetically looking at Blaise.

Blaise sunk down into the bench, "This is going to get real annoying. Real fast." He said to Draco, as they both looked up at the Head table, where there were about a million eyes staring at Blaise.

All around the great hall various other students were searching the hall for Blaise, to give him a sympathetic stare.

Blaise looked at Draco, "I could definitely use some Polyjuice Potion right now…" He said, "A change in appearance would do me good."

"I know what you mean, all these people… Staring… It's just weird." Draco said, quickly glancing around to see who was staring.

"At least they aren't staring /at/ you." Blaise said, shaking his head. "Well, all consideration of me going home for breaks is denied. I'm staying." He said to Draco. "What about you?"

"I'm not sure." Draco said, "If you're staying I'll probably stay too. Just because Dad's probably going to be a bit over-reacting to anything."

"Well they were best friends…" Blaise said, shrugging.

"Yeah." Draco said.

Blaise stared up at the ceiling, it looked like a summer morning sunrise today, he moved his stare to his plate; he ate some of his food and stood up to leave. Draco followed him. They both left the Great Hall, and were soon followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

They walked down to the dungeons. Blaise looked at the portrait and gave the password, "Serpent." He said. Salazar Slytherin looked at Blaise before opening, "I heard your father died. Very depressing. I was guarding this very hole when-"

"Just shut up and open." Blaise said, getting annoyed with the portrait for trying to be sympathetic.

"Kids are so touchy these days." Slytherin said as he flew open.

The four first years entered the common room. Blaise and Draco sat on the couch while Crabbe and Goyle sat in two of the huge armchairs.

Blaise stared into the fire. "If the portrait reacted like /that/ how do you think professors are going to react?"

"You'd be best off playing the 'pity me' act." Draco said, "The way they were all looking at you during breakfast, they're definitely going to be all 'Oh, poor Blaise, his dad's dead.'"

"Yeah, wonder how they'd react if they knew the truth?"

"Probably send you to live with me." Draco said, smirking.

"Ha, I tell them the truth they'll think I'm insane and send me to Madame Pomfrey for some… mental help."

"Hey, you'd get out of class."

"Stuff it Malfoy." Blaise said.

Mobs of Slytherins began to enter the common room, returning from breakfast. The first person to come over to Blaise was Pansy Parkinson, "Oh Blaise, I'm so sorry about your dad!" She said, trying to act sympathetic.

"Stuff it Parkinson."

"I know what it's like to deal with a death." Pansy said, "You can talk to me if you need anything."

Blaise took out his wand and put it to Pansy's throat, "I said shut up." He said.

Pansy whimpered and ran up to the girls' dormitory.

"Well, now we know how to handle her." Draco said, impressed by Blaise's reaction.

Blaise simply sat back down, putting his wand back in his pocket, he shrugged, "She was bugging me." He said.

Draco looked at the clock, "We better get our stuff. We have Transfiguration first."

"Great." Blaise muttered, standing up and heading towards the boys dormitory. He grabbed his stuff for Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions, and he put it all in his bag. "Let's go." He said as he exited the Common Room and walked towards Professor McGonagall's room. The day of sympathy had officially begun.

A/N: Review please. I personally love Blaise's immediate reaction to Pansy. It's a hint of how things are going to be for them.