Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except the husbands of Blaise's mom.

Author's Note: I'M BAACK!

The Real Blaise Zabini

Chapter 18

Number Two

The next morning started as a typical day at Hogwarts. Blaise rolled out of bed and changed into his uniform and headed to the common room. Draco following a few minutes after, then the two boys went to the Great Hall, wanting to get their breakfast before they had to inhale it and bolt.

All around the two boys people were flipping through the prophet. Someone sitting near Blaise opened to the obituaries, "Can I see that?" Blaise asked, referring to the prophet.

The third year boy shrugged, "You can keep it. It's a load of bull anyway." He finished eating and walked away.

Blaise shook his head as he read through the obituaries. One thing in particular caught his eye.

Worthington, Darryl J.

Date Deceased: 27 October, 1992

Mr. Worthington, a highly respected man, was found collapsed on the floor of the Zabini Manor last night, where he lives with his spouse, Andrea Zabini-Worthington, and his stepson, Blaise Zabini-

Blaise stopped reading aloud, and exclaimed, "I am not his stepson!"

Draco looked at him, "Shut up and continue."

Blaise kept reading.

Most people who the news has reached suspect the same person who killed Christopher Zabini around this time last year. The wand is the same, only this time, Worthington was surrounded by 17 and a half bottles of firewhiskey.

Draco burst out laughing, "Instead of normal poisoning, it's alcohol poisoning!"

"That happens to those alcoholics you know." Blaise said, snickering as he continued.

Ms. Zabini-Worthington had a few words to say about this event, "Whoever you are, out there to get my husbands, stop now. If it's me you want… Don't take it out on the ones I love. Come and get me yourself."

She was going to say more, but burst into tears and took Floo Powder to Hogwarts.

We also were not able to contact his stepson to hear his opinions about the death of the closest thing to a father figure that he has had in the past year.

The neighbors claim that a high pitched female voice screeched the spell, the green light went off, and the house went silent.

No one knows who the murderer is. But if they are reading this article, they should know that life isn't going to go too well if they get caught.

"No one knows who the murderer is." Blaise repeated, "That's what they think."

"Why don't they put two and two together?" Draco asked, "High pitched female voice… Same wand… Same method, sort of…" He shook his head, "The clues are obvious! It's definitely your mum."

Blaise opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Nott, "Oh great, time to throw Blaise another pity party."

"Lives are great things Nott." Blaise said, anger imprinted into his eyes, "I think you should get one."

Nott smirked, "Don't take the anger of the murder out on me Blaise. It's not my fault that some crazed lunatic is out to get your family and has slaughtered every man in your family."

Blaise rolled his eyes, "You're a dick." He said, smiling. He walked out of the Great Hall, followed by Draco.

Draco was trying not to laugh. He shook his head, "Little does he know…"

"Little does anyone know." Blaise said, turning to Draco, "Me and you are the only ones who know that it's the thing that's doing this. Well… Crabbe and Goyle know too, but they don't talk."

Draco smirked, "Eventually they're going to find out."

"Doubt it." Blaise replied as he entered the common room. "I mean… If I did tell anyone, they'd probably consider me the world's biggest crackpot and ship me off to St. Mungos."

"Which is where people like Potter belong. Not you."

"Exactly." Blaise replied, walking towards the dormitory. "But eventually, word will get out and everyone will know the truth." He said, "And then I'll probably be one of the happiest frickin' people in the world."

"You'd own the manor."

"I already do, I'm just underage."

"Yeah… And the thing would be out of your life." Draco said, noting the high points of Blaise's life if Andrea were caught.

Blaise smirked, "Life would be a hell of a lot better…" He said, but then shrugged, "It's all a fantasy though…"

"Unless…" Draco began, but then shook his head, "Never mind."

Blaise turned around, "Unless what?"

Draco smirked, "I knew that would get your attention…" He said, "Unless, you find someone who'd believe you. No matter how crackpot-ish your idea was."

Blaise smirked, "Yeah, there's no one."

"What about your aunt?"

Blaise quickly turned around, "Huh?"

"The one who we went to about the check if Worthington was an alcoholic."

"Aunt Melanie…" Blaise muttered to himself.

"Yeah, her, that's who I'm talking about."

Blaise shook his head, "Not worth it." He simply replied, "The only one I cared for, and ever will care for, is gone. And nothing can bring him back. Who really gives anymore?"

Draco shrugged, "Dunno… Just thought it might be a good idea."

Blaise looked at Draco, "We better get to potions." He said, walking towards the exit.

The two boys, followed by Crabbe and Goyle walked out of the Common Room and towards the potions room. This was one of their classes that they shared with the Gryffindors.

As they walked to the room, they overheard Harry's rather annoying voice, "Come on 'Mione! It's double potions with the Slytherins. That's two hours with Snape, Malfoy, Zabini, and god knows how many other death eaters!"

Draco went to say something but Blaise stopped him, "We'll let him see who he's messing with."

Hermione spoke next in the mob of Gryffindors, "Harry, no matter how much you want to figure out if Malfoy is Heir of Slytherin it's going to have to wait. We can't let our grades slip because we're trying to save the school."

"Me? Heir?" Draco mouthed to Blaise.

"You wish." Blaise quickly retorted.

As the trio grew closer, the four Slytherins walked into the potions room. "Oh no! It's Malfoy! Heir of Slytherin!" Blaise said in a high-pitched voice, pointing to Draco with a hand over his mouth.

Draco laughed, "Shut up Zabini."

After the little performance put on by the two best friends was completed, Harry, Hermione, and Ron came in, to see the Slytherins laughing, and the Gryffindors glaring.

"What'd we miss?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione and Ron.

Blaise smirked, "So Draco," He said in a news reporter type of voice, "If you are heir of Slytherin like few idiots so claim, who is your next victim?"

This caused the Slytherins to once again laugh obsessively, and Hermione, Harry, and Ron went to their seats. "He heard." Harry whispered.

Draco and Blaise stopped laughing as soon as Professor Snape walked in.

Snape looked around the room, "The instructions for today's potion…" He flicked his wrist, "Are on the board." He then went to his desk and sat there, staring at each student.

Blaise walked over to the class storage cupboards, and grabbed some ingredients, he grabbed enough for himself and Draco. He went back to his best friend and laughed, "So Mr. Heir…"

"Blaise, shut up."

"I'm sorry Draco. But it's hilarious." Blaise said, holding back a laugh.

Draco shook his head as the boys continued working.