We Held Hands


14

Expectations

Disclaimer: I still do not own Harry Potter, okay?

Previously…

All that they know of that is certain is this: Whatever Isis have, it is either going to be a Gift or a Curse.

This made Isis tremble involuntarily before she had reminded herself.

Be Brave.

"Isis… I—err…" Draco began. He eyed the Gryffindors scathingly, obviously up to their task on keeping an eye at Isis. "Could I just talk to you?"

Isis was intently looking at her parents' present for her and regarding it with a sort of… guarded way. She looked up at Draco unable to hide her cautiousness. "It's all right guys…" Her eyes never left its line of sight… at Draco. "I'll be fine. You should go off to the Great Hall for lunch. My, you didn't even eat breakfast! Don't worry, I'll catch up." Finally, she glanced sideways and gave them a reassuring smile before looking back at Draco. "Okay then."

"Now Malfoy, just lay one finger on her and I'll make sure—" Ron started but Draco, annoyed as ever, cut in.

"You think I'm going to hurt her? Are you insane?" Draco snapped.

Hermione smiled at that. "Come on guys, I'm sure Isis can hex Malfoy if she ever got angry anyways." With a final growl from Ron and a shrug from Harry, Hermione dragged them away and towards the Great Hall, leaving the two Slytherins alone at the empty corridor.

"Mind if we walk a bit outside?" Draco asked.

"Uhm… Sure, no problem." Isis said, casting her eyes back down at her present.

They walked in silent all the way outside. Having the need to cut off the awkward silence…

"You know, I never really got the chance to give you my gift." Draco started.

"Oh? It's ok… I mean…" Isis began, fidgeting at the green box she was holding.

"What have you got there, anyways? Present from your parents?" Draco indicated at the green box.

"Yes…" Isis smiled gently at it. It has been a long time since I saw that smile… Draco thought.

"Isis…" Draco began.

"Yes?"

"I shouldn't have asked you that harshly… I shouldn't even be angry at you but—"

"I know. You're not used to someone like me." Isis said. "It angers me that you'd judge me simply because of my parentage."

"But Dumbledore said you really aren't a—well—a muggleborn." Draco said. "You're… I dunno, someone else."

"Yes."

"But I want you to know that what I said is true. And that…" Draco hesitated. Damn. Do I really have to say this? His thoughts were jammed and it irritated him. Of course you idiot! "Being with you is worth the risk. I missed taking the risk."

"But you weren't really disturbing me, right?" Isis smiled and then laughed. "I expected some torture from you ever since then but it didn't come at all."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"I happen to know the fact that most Slytherins hide away Luna Lovegood's stuff at your orders…" Isis said.

"Well, she always gives away ideas that really freaks me out! I mean…" Draco drifted off. "She really is a lunatic!" Because Isis smirked.

"The ideas that she gives away are usually right. Is that it?" Isis said.

"Err—"

"And Neville was in total shock when I said to him that you're really nice." Isis said. "He said I must be 'completely nutters'."

"You can't really blame Longbottom. He had it coming." Draco shrugged.

"What? He's just accident prone and you come up with another insult?" Isis said and looked accusingly at Draco. "I was really surprised you didn't call me a filthy little Mudblood just like Hermione said."

Both stopped walking. Draco faced Isis. He was completely out of ideas on what to say. He didn't know what Isis had in mind either.

"And what would you have me do? Insult you as well?" Draco said.

"Could you?" Isis asked. They stared at each other's eyes before Draco pulled away.

"You know I couldn't. I just… can't." Draco struggled to think of something else to say. "What would you have me do?"

"Don't do what others expect you to do." Isis blatantly said.

"I'll do whatever I want to do." Draco's defense was shattering down; he knows it. "I don't take other people's orders if I don't like them."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Draco vehemently answered back.

"Then if you want to spend sometime with me again…"

"What makes you think I want to?"

"But you said you missed it, didn't you?"

"I—well…"

"You have to let go of this prejudices." Is said with finality.

"I… you can't just tell me to throw away a belief that I've known since… the day I was born!" Draco snapped.

"Who's belief was it really from…?" Isis asked. "You father's? I know who he really is Draco. I've seen people just like him…"

"Don't drag my father into this."

"Hermione said it wasn't really you who was doing the bad things…" Isis mentioned. "She said that you were just influenced by your father…"

"As because he is after all, my father." Draco said.

"…But what if there came a time when you have to go against your father's judgment?" Isis asked. "Like being my friend?"

"I…"

"Would you dare to?" Isis asked. Draco couldn't answer her.

I guess he's still going to do what he thinks he has to… Isis thought. I just wish he'd… do what he wants.

What have I gotten myself into? How come I couldn't answer her? And why the hell is she even here again? Draco asked to himself. You asked for this. You couldn't answer her because you don't know if your father is really right at all. And you wanted to be with her again. Damn.

"I hope you'll listen to Dumbledore, Draco." Isis said. "If you have an answer to that question, I'm always here. I'm ready to listen…"

Draco looked intently at Isis. Why can't I answer her now?

A lifetime's belief… disregarded because of her?

"So… I guess I'll be seeing you around?" Isis asked. Still, Draco didn't answer. Isis sighed. "All right then, 'Bye."

What do I tell her? Draco was damnably in a tight spot now. "Isis…"

But Isis was already back inside the castle. Isis left.

I can't believe his father is just like… him. Isis thought. She refused to believe the fact that Draco's father is actually a Death Eater. Someone like the one who attacked her family when she was but a little girl. Someone who is capable of killing without guilt. Like those Vampires… Who thirst for blood. Those Werewolves… Who hungers for flesh. Isis shuddered.

'Isis… Don't take this the wrong way but… Malfoy's father is a Death Eater.' Harry said. 'I'm… I just wanted you to know because…'

I know how Death Eaters act… Isis thought again. She walked back up towards the castle, never looking back. If she had just looked back, she could just have seen Draco Malfoy's pleading look.

"Master, the battalions have grown restless after so many months. The werewolves are eager especially Greyback. And if it wasn't for him…" A hooded figure knelt before a throne.

"I know what is at stake, Lucius. You should be grateful that we have found a rather obliging informer… Now, what have you got for me?" There sat on the thrown with his red fearsome eyes was none other than the Dark Lord Voldemort.

"I am sure Wormtail here will be delighted to see him, my Lord." The man, Lucius, stood up. He cast his cold gray eyes to a cowering form beside his Lord's throne. "Bring him in." He waved his hand at the far end door.

Two hooded and masked Death Eaters came forth and in the middle of them both was a sagged figure wearing rather tattered black robes. Wormtail emerged from behind his Lord's throne and gave a silent squeak as he looked upon prisoner before them.

"Is this the one who accompanied her and your son at Hogsmeade, Lucius?" The Dark Lord asked a question that managed to send another chill across his second in command. The Dark Lord was rather amused.

"Yes, My Lord." Lucius replied. "I was rather delighted that perhaps, Draco knew of the girl's profound power. He was rather observant of things around him. I even learned from Narcissa that he had chosen to stay at that school, perhaps to look upon the girl as well?"

"Yes, your son shall be rewarded for his eagerness, Lucius. I would see to it as soon as possible."

"Thank you my Lord." Lucius bowed.

The Dark Lord waved his hand and the prisoner twitched a little bit in pain before standing straight, evidently battling the Torture Curse. He looked up defiantly at the man before him who sat on the throne.

"Ah. Remus Lupin. You were rather popular at the Pub for the last few weeks, have you not known?" The Dark Lord continued. Still, the man named Remus Lupin did not answer but rather growled in anger and pain. The Dark Lord waved his wand again and the prisoner's shoulders sagged again.

"M-master? Forgive me for asking but… A-are you quite sure that she is the right girl?" Wormtail asked.

"Do you question my power, Wormtail?" The Dark Lord cast his hideous red eyes upon the man cowering beside his throne.

"N-no… Of course not, My Lord." Wormtail bowed his head in reverence.

"No, you wouldn't. You dared not." The Dark Lord continued to stare at his cowering servant. He narrowed his red eyes. The difference was quite impossible to distinguish for his eyes were already small slits. "But as I see it, you have not mentioned to me the fact that this man here…" He glanced at the slumped prisoner. "I knew he was one of your former friends, is he not, Wormtail?"

"Y-yes, my Lord. But I assure you, M-my Lord, that my loyalty to you shall not waver." Wormtail spoke with fright again.

"Of course. But…" The Dark Lord looked again at his servant. "I was quite surprised when Lucius here has informed me that this man here, is a werewolf. And was in fact wandering at the Pub for quite a long time now, perhaps… spying for Dumbledore? Now, how come you have not informed me that such a thing could happen? How come you have not told your Lord that you have known for such a long time now that your former friend is a werewolf, Wormtail?"

Wormtail's eyes widened with fear and could do nothing more but cower before his Lord. "M-master, I do not wish to anger you, my Lord. I w-wasn't aware that they would take such a risk…"

"You should be aware, Wormtail. And whether you like it or not, your Lord has been quite angry about this." The Dark Lord put forth his wand and waved it towards Wormtail. "Crucio."

Wormtail screamed in pain. The prisoner before them who was in chains could only look in pity and sadness at his former friend. The Dark Lord had seen the look, however.

"You pity this pathetic creature, werewolf?" The Dark Lord asked. Still, Wormtail screamed and twitched in pain. "This creature who had betrayed all of you? You are far worse to pity such a pathetic being."

But Remus Lupin could only stare at his former friend. He was surprised that Wormtail had not informed his master of Remus' identity. He thought that perhaps… there was a small chance that he could go back. The Dark Lord waved his wand and the screams ceased.

"Would you still hide things from your Master, Wormtail?"

"N-no. Never again, My Lord." Wormtail gasped.

The Dark Lord stood up. "You shall be a great attraction to not only the girl but also to Harry Potter, werewolf. However, if you ever want to embrace who you really are, then perhaps, we could arrange that."

The werewolf growled in anger. "Harry would not know about me being held here, Voldemort. Albus will make sure of that." He spat. "And I would rather die than to serve you."

"You think so?" The Dark Lord's voice raised in anger. "Well hear this, you filthy creature. Tomorrow, the Death Eaters will be marching towards the gates of Hogwarts and I will make sure that Harry will be informed of your capture. I suppose we could invite the dementors and the giants but it would be such a waste. My Death Eaters and a few werewolves and vampires would suffice. It is better that you should stay alive and watch your friend's son suffer at my hands. Wouldn't that be great? Crucio."

Remus' body twitched again and at last, the prisoner screamed in agony as the curse intensified.

"You may go, Lucius. Take away this foolish werewolf and tell the battalion to prepare themselves tomorrow night." The Dark Lord commanded to Lucius. "Make sure the vampires capture the girl first before Greyback, I don't want the girl spoiled, is that clear, Lucius?"

"Crystal, my Lord." Lucius bowed and signaled the two Death Eaters on either side of the still screaming werewolf. Both Death Eaters took hold of the twitching figure. The Dark Lord then his wand again and Remus Lupin's body slumped and fell to the ground. Unconscious.

Next morning…

A nice morning it is indeed, looking back at the past few days wasn't really good if you were a student at Hogwarts and would definitely know that is the target of a powerful Dark Lord and at the same time the safest place you could ever be. Not that it would be seen visibly but the fact still remains that the fear on each student was inevitable. The Potions Master was always to be seen prowling about the castle and once or twice some Gryffindors would say that he really had a very bad day (or night) for the Professor was rather livid than usual. The Divinations Professor, Sybil Trelawney was always seen with her tarot cards exclaiming 'But… Why!'. The Defense Professor on the other hand was always morose and at times caught glancing outside as if expecting an owl post or better yet, a howler. The Headmaster was rarely seen and this had made the students inside the castle quite disconcerted. However, after much concern from not only the Deputy Headmistress and the three House Heads, the Headmaster was again present two days before at the High Table to bring another news. A good one, hopefully.

Due to untimely cancellation of the Quidditch Finals (the Headmaster refuses to address the students of the reason thereof), the finals will be finally held at the last day of the year, December 31st. And as a consolation, he had allowed the Head Boy and Head Girl to arrange a certain party to be held at the Great Hall in the honor of the winning team and hopefully still uphold the Inter-House Unity of the Four Houses. But it seems to be absolutely impossible when the final match is between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Isis Black, a sixth year Slytherin, was often suspiciously found in the company of the Gryffindor Trio (namely, of course, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter). Incidentally, it was rather known that this Isis Black and a very very prominent Slytherin, Draco Malfoy (pureblood and allegedly has a Death Eater father), are friends. But whatever happened after a certain incident at the Double Defense, the student body does not know for sure. Isis and Draco haven't been talking too much since Christmas, this was often observed by not only the students but also the teachers. What was more, Harry Potter (the Boy-Who-Lives) was mostly with the new girl now, and take note: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are both Quidditch Captains of Gryffindor and Slytherin House respectively. The two opposing team at the upcoming Quidditch Finals, tonight.

Draco was (and still is) furious and hazardous at times. It helped him, however, in enhancing his abilities for the upcoming game. Every time he happens upon the presence of Isis with Harry, he'd immediately storm back to his room and grab his broomstick—he was never one to be away with such a valuable present. This is what made him angrier. The fact that it was Isis' modification on his broomstick made him remind of him again, because he absolutely refuses to be jealous. He was envious enough of the stupid Chosen One.

Isis will of course support Gryffindor as because she wasn't allowed to be at the Slytherin stands. Rumor has it that it was made that she was an outcast amongst her housemates (well, most of them). Unknown to her, it was Pansy Parkinson (another sixth year Slytherin) who had taken advantage of Draco and Isis' argument to make Isis unpopular towards her own House. Currently, the students were all in the Great Hall having breakfast and a noisy chatter about the Finals was heard. Luna Lovegood (a Fifth Year Ravenclaw, often times called Loony) was already sporting her usual 'hat'. But this year, it was adorned with a snake that squeaked every time the lion gnaws on it.

"Cute isn't it?" Luna, with her dreamy eyes, said to Isis. "It can also roar louder than before." Isis was rather fond of Luna for the fact that Luna usually makes startling versions of certain truths.

"Have some more, Harry. You'll need it." Hermione insisted.

"I'd rather not. Anyway, it's not me you should be worried about, 'Mione." Harry said, casting a concerned glance at his red haired friend who was at the point of turning in a shocking shade of violet.

Ron, by his own means, got to the Gryffindor team. Of course many had thought it was because Harry was the Gryffindor Captain and the fact that they are best of friends… This made Ron mad and thus, 'I will BLOODY show them that I am as BLOODY good as my BLOODY brothers!'. And anyone who says otherwise would answer to his raging temper.

Unknown to him, Hermione had discreetly used a slight Befuddlement Charm to a certain Mclaggen. As of course if she didn't Ron would have a hard time being made as the Gryffindor Keeper again. Ron was on the brink of running back to the Gryffindor Tower and hiding under his four-poster bed already just because of the nerves. Luna wasn't helping much either because she was humming 'Weasley Is Our King'. Isis made an inquiring look at the trio, and even to Ginny Weasley (fifth year Gryffindor, sister to Ron and friend of Luna), about the said song.

Ginny just shrugged and said, "You'll find out."

Weasley is our King,

Weasley is our King.

He doesn't let the Quaffle in,

Weasley is our King!

"And one more time!" From the Gryffindor stands, Hermione Granger led the Gryffindors into chanting 'Weasley is our King' to help held Ron's streak of saves.

"So, this is what keeps him going?" Isis asked. She smiled as she saw Ronald Weasley save another goalpost and heard Draco shouting something rather harsh to Harper.

"I TOLD YOU TO STAY BEHIND VAISEY, DIDN'T I HARPER! NEXT TIME YOU MISS ANOTHER SHOT I SWEAR I'LL—" But Draco was cut off as another Bludger from the Gryffindor Beater.

Isis had held her breath and then let out a relieved sight at seeing Draco Malfoy resume his post behind Harry Potter's trail.

It was by far the longest game Harry's team had this year. It was as if both Seekers were attracted to the Bludgers that it costs Isis so many held breaths and so little time to spare for a relieved sigh.

"Aw, don't worry, Isis. Harry has never lost a Quidditch game from Malfoy." Neville Longbottom said. "Whoa! Look at Ginny!"

Neville pointed his finger towards the direction of Ginny and Isis swear she had never seen Ginny so determined in gaining another score.

"Shoot it, Gin!" The Gryffindors shouted. It was however accompanied by loud 'Boo's from the Slytherin. Nothing could distract Ginny though as she shoots yet another point for Gryffindor.

"Ginny Weasley has such feisty character! I wasn't aware because she has been my friend and all she ever speak about is The—" Luna was cut off as Ginny sped her way towards her and shouted:

"LUNA! Don't you ever say it, okay? Just say something other than that! Please!" Then she made her way back chasing the Quaffle, which was once again in the hands of Harper, eager to try another goal.

Slytherin's cunning tactics would've made them in the lead if it wasn't for the fact that Ginny seems to be occupying the Quaffle an awful lot. She was now again neck-to-neck with Slytherin Chaser Blaise Zabini.

Professor McGonagall hadn't restricted Luna's commentary, as she was quite busy teasing Professor Snape to hand over her winnings. It was rather obvious, Professor McGonagall said, that Gryffindor clearly is the winner. It was 250 – 100 in favor of Gryffindor. But what had made the Finals such a long one was that because the Slytherin Seeker had made himself known as a match (finally) to Harry Potter's Seeker prowess.

For the fifth time did Draco prevented the Gryffindor Seeker on capturing the Golden Snitch. Plus, never did Draco perform any violation, so far. This put a rather triumphant smirk at the Slytherin's face.

"Ah… look at the moon. It seems like it favors the Gryffindor too. I have never thought I'd see the moon this red! Have you, Professor?" Luna asked Professor McGonagall.

"Wha—just get back on telling us what is happening at the game, Miss Lovegood." Professor McGonagall irritatingly replied. "Now, see here, Severus, hand me my winning already…"

"Those blasted Gryffindors haven't won yet, Minerva." Professor Snape retorted. He was about to say something when he clutched his arm.

The Head of Gryffindor House noticed the drastic change and urgently said: "You should go."

"Please inform the Headmaster about this." Was all the Potions Master said.

"I will, as soon as he get back from a meeting." With that, Professor Snape stood up. But before he left the stand, he glanced at the empty chair where the Headmaster usually sits. How come it took the Headmaster this long? He wasn't the person to miss a Quidditch Final.

"…I wonder if there are some Crumple-Horned Snorkacks down here—Oh, look! Another great save by the Gryffindor Keeper. You go, Ronald!" Luna's voice was obviously heard throughout the Quidditch Pitch. And Ron's embarrassment at the obvious cheer was evident as his ears turned bright red. Luna continued humming 'Weasley is our King' most animatedly with the Gryffindors. Even the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs joined. The three Houses were obviously grouping up against Slytherin.

Draco was, however, undaunted and was completely determined. He had been practicing all summer for this and so far, Potter hadn't been aware that he was merely testing his refined skill. For the first time was he ever thankful again that Isis had modified his broomstick. So, even though it was only a Nimbus 2001, it matched the Firebolt's speed with it's easy maneuvering.

As it was, Draco remained calm and alert as can possibly be. He kept on searching for the Snitch and at the same time, guarding Harry. Zooming once again past the stands of striking red (Boos were produced), he was then caught by a most stabbing stare of Isis. Don't do what others expect you to do. Isis' voice repeated in Draco's mind. It must have been about three seconds of staring when the sudden loud cheers of the Gryffindors startled Draco.

"Harry Potter is very lucky, I tell you." Luna said, pointing the obvious. "He has located the snitch yet again! Look at him go!" A roar of her hat that made Draco start to lean forward instantly followed Luna's delighted voice. The Golden Snitch as he saw it was between –quite center in fact—of him and the Gryffindor Seeker.

Come on! Hurry up. Don't let that Potter get the Snitch! Draco's mind urged on. He reached out frantically at the same time as Harry sis and then—

"Oh my…" Luna started. The scoreboard had changed from 250 – 100 in favor of Gryffindor to… 250 – 250. It was a tie. "Draco Malfoy caught the Snitch! Unbelievable! Well, we didn't expect that now, did we?" That was by far the most normal sentences Luna Lovegood has ever said. Professor McGonagall was rather aghast with total shock as the rest of every one present.

"It means, both teams win, isn't it? This is great! Another reason to 'uplift the Inter-House Unity'!" Luna said.

"Bugger, Harry. When did that stupid Malfoy—" Ron asked for the umpteenth time.

"Leave it, Ron. I guess he really did deserve a share of the win. He hasn't made any illegal move at the game." Harry said gloomily.

"You're still the better Seeker for us, Harry." Hermione said with a smile.

"Yeah, so you better wipe that frown of your face or do you want me to put Bat-Bogey hex on you?" Ginny said. "Everyone's at the Great Hall already and the Gryffindor Seeker is no where in sight?"

"Come on, Harry." Hermione urged. The four of them were at the common room getting changed as the celebration continued at the Great Hall.

"You go ahead. Wait—" Harry glanced. "Was it just the four of us here? Where's Isis?"

"She's at the Great Hall. Are you suggesting she come up here too?" Ginny's eyebrow rose. "She's still a Slytherin, Harry."

"Hermione, Ron, you shouldn't have left her! Dumbledore said—" Harry started and he stood up instantly.

"We know Harry. But she insisted on fetching you here. Besides, I think Blaise Zabini is with her, she's safe." Hermione said.

"What do you mean Zabini is with her!" Ginny asked, exasperated. "And what is this that Dumbledore said—?"

"Not now Gin." Harry moved towards the door. "Well? Come on. You said you wanted to go, didn't you?" And with that he stepped out of the door of the Gryffindor tower.

Ron and Hermione stared at each other bewildered. "He was quite attached to her already!" Hermione whispered.

"Never mind that. As long as we get his sorry arse out of here and to the Great Hall." Ron said. "Come on."

The two followed Harry out leaving behind Ginny. "Argh! Those three! They kept on hiding things to themselves!" Then, Ginny too, stormed out of the Common Room.

When Ginny stepped out of the portrait hole however, she was greeted by a worried look from the Fat Lady.

"You should follow them, I think Harry's scar is worked up again." The Fat Lady urged.

"What!" Ginny asked but she never got the answer from the Fat Lady as she instantly turned around and headed to the corridor leading to the Great Hall. There she found Hermione and Ron huddled around a twitching form.

"What's wrong with him?" Ginny asked as she ran towards them. She stopped beside Ron and saw blood oozing from the scar of Harry. It had opened again.

"I don't know! We were just walking and then he screamed and.." Hermione's frantic voice trailed off.

"He screamed and fell. I can't even get a hold of him!" Ron said. "Bloody Hell!"

Harry pounded his fist to the floor repeatedly that it started to bleed too.

"Ginny, please get Madame Pomfrey? Hurry!" Hermione said. With a nod, Ginny left.

"Ron hold him at his right arm, we can't allow him to hurt himself anymore." Hermione said.

"I told you, I couldn't! He kept on snatching it away!" Ron retorted.

Harry screamed again and clutched his scar. "Argh! No…" He opened his eyes at that point. He stopped screaming.

"Harry? Mate?" Ron asked. Both he and Hermione helped Harry seat up and they waited for Harry to stop coughing.

"Ron, go and get Professor Dumbledore." Harry gasped.

"But Harry, he's not here. He's not even at the Quidditch Finals!" Hermione said. Harry groaned.

"No…" Harry moaned.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Can you get Professor McGonagall, then? It's urgent." Harry said. He looked up and both were surprised to see Harry's eyes were not green at all. It was tinted with red.

"I-I'll go." Ron offered.

"Hurry Ron… please." Harry said. With that, Ron stood up and ran the rest of the way towards the Great Hall.

"Harry, what happened? You were clutching your scar and then…" Hermione trailed off again, tears welling up. She took out her wand and mended Harry's bloodied hand as best as she can. After she healed Harry's hand, it balled into a fist again and then took out his wand.

"I don't like what I saw, Hermione." Harry's voice was obviously ominous. "He captured Remus, Hermione… Voldemort got Remus."

"But, that can't be right Harry... maybe V-Voldemort is just feeding you with false visions." Hermione suggested.

"No. I saw it. He made me see it, 'mione. What is worse…"

"Merlin! Potter, what happened!" Professor McGonagall came into sight followed by Ron, Madame Pomfrey and Ginny. Harry stood up and so did Hermione.

"Professor… Is Tonks on duty at Hogsmeade today?" Harry asked urgently. Hermione, Ron and Ginny looked suspiciously at him.

"Yes but… How did you—?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Potter let me heal you up first." Madame Pomfrey began, he took out her wand but Harry ignored her.

"Is Kingsley at the front entrance? Is Hagrid at the Forbidden Forest, guarding?" Harry asked again.

"Potter, I do not know how you came upon this information but let Madame Pomfrey heal you up immediately." Professor McGonagall said sternly. But she cannot hide the uncertainty behind her eyes.

"Professor… Did Snape left before the Finals ended?" Harry asked in finality.

"Professor Snape, Potter." McGonagall reprimanded. "And yes, he was Called." Hermione gasped. They knew of course that it was Professor Snape's duty to be a spy amongst the Death Eater and it was a dangerous job.

"Professor… Voldemort is here." Harry said. His voice so ominous that they weren't sure if it was still Harry speaking to the. "Madame Pomfrey, please heal me up and I'll be on my way." Madame Pomfrey of course did but after she finished healing him, she asked:

"And where will you be going, Mister Potter?"

"I'll be going to the Great Hall and gather as much able students as possible." Harry answered. "Hermione please fetch Fawkes… He knows where to find Professor Dumbledore."

"But Harry—" Hermione began.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Harry continued. "Professor?" He looked at the still surprised face of Professor McGonagall.

"I will be informing the Headmaster, not you Miss Granger. You should however, follow Harry to the Great Hall…" Professor McGonagall said to Hermione, Ron and Ginny. "And Potter, please do not leave the Great Hall until I come back." Harry nodded. "Poppy, go with them and please inform the other Professors…"

"Of course, come now." Madame Pomfrey beckoned the students as they made their separate ways, them towards the Great Hall where the unaware students still celebrated and Transfiguration Professor towards the Headmaster's Office.

"Stupefy!"

"Crucio!"

"Protego!"

"Reducto!"

It was chaos everywhere and Draco Malfoy was in the middle of it. He wasn't sure who to attack at all. Don't do what others expect you to do. Isis voice kept on coming back on his mind. Where are you, Isis? Draco thought. He had just seen Voldemort pass by but thankfully no Death Eaters have you spotted him. He could just make out Harry Potter being restrained by Professor McGonagall. Obviously he was too much of an idiot if he thinks he can defeat the Dark Lord.

"You stay here, I'll find the other, okay?" He told to the First to Third year Slytherins. I had to find her… fast. He finally resolved. He glanced around and saw a direct clear path towards Madame Pomfrey and the other injured students. I just hope she's okay… Draco and the other students were huddled up behind Hagrid's hut. He stood up and glanced back at them for the last time. "Lisa?"

"Yes, Draco?" a blonde Third Year Slytherin stood up.

"Make sure they're all fine until I get back, okay?" Draco instructed. "And wands out, the lot of you!" The Slytherins nodded.

"Draco… you'll find Blaise for me, would you?" Lisa Zabini asked. Draco stared at her for some time and said, "Yes, I will."

With that, he left, striding purposely towards his chosen direction. When he got nearer he saw Ernie Macmillan being tended by Madame Pomfrey. The other Hufflepuffs who were grouped there raised their wand cautiously at Draco.

"Madame Pomfrey? Where is Isis Black?" Draco asked the school nurse. Madame Pomfrey looked up from the hurt Hufflepuff and was indeed surprised to see young Malfoy before her.

"Merlin! Mister Malfoy, you frightened me!" Madame Pomfrey began. "I'm afraid I did not see her at all. What are you doing here? I thought you took side to You-Know-Who just like the rest of the older Slytherins?" Her accusing eyes stared at Draco.

"I plan to do what others don't expect me to." Was what Draco said.

Author's Note: And that's it for now! Teehee… P

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