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Chapter Twenty-Four

A Secret Unraveling

Dear Lucius Malfoy,

I'm afraid I have some troubling news for you. Last night your son and I had a disagreement… I must say that at first I thought his new state of being would be a great opportunity for us to gain power for He Who Must Not Be Named. But as I have learned from Draco, he has joined forces with a rival vampire coven against the Dark Lord! He confessed it all last night when I confronted him. He's also brain washed Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle right before my eyes. They openly chose him over our side and I found it quite disturbing. But wait, Mr. Malfoy, it gets worse! He's become the best of friends with Potter and his two impudent followers. I was disgusted with him and I thought that you deserved to know. There is a traitor in our midst. He's even let himself be marked by this unknown coven. I saw the tattoo myself. It had strange markings inside of two rings, with the image of a dragon in the middle… I thought that may be important to find out who he's made alliances with. If you need any more of my assistance to find out what is going on here, I will be more than happy to be of service to you and your cause.

Sincerely,

Blaise Zabini

Lucius Malfoy sat in his study, the letter clutched tightly in his shaking hands. His own son? Of course he had his doubts about what young Zabini had said but why would he lie about something so serious? Would Draco really do this?

Lucius crumpled the letter and threw it across the room, his nostrils flared slightly, as he stroked his chin, deep in thought. Draco becoming friends with that brat Potter? Something didn't quite add up. And what was this? An unknown coven? Too many questions and so little time to figure things out.

"Narcissa!" he called. His wife entered his study in her apron.

"Yes dear?" she asked.

"I've got a headache. Will you rub my temples for me?" he asked. She sighed and came around to the back of his seat. Her soft fingertips kneaded his head and he groaned, leaning into her touch. She smiled as her husband purred and giggled like she did much in her girlhood.

"You should try to relax a bit more, Luce," she replied. "This much stress can't be good for anybody. I think we should go on a vacation… Some where tropical to get away from things for a bit."

"Ah, as nice as that sounds dear, not this month. Maybe during the holiday," Lucius muttered. After a short pause he added, "Have you been in touch with Draco dear?"

"No. I assume he's been busy trying to adapt to the changes his body is undergoing," Narcissa said softly. "Or he's having too much fun with this immortality that he's totally forgotten about us. Violence always fascinated that child," she sighed. "I think that's your doing Lucius."

"I shouldn't have let him attend so many Death Eater meetings in his boyhood," Lucius said, smiling up at his wife, shielding how he was really feeling inside. She laughed, leaning down and planting a curt kiss on his forehead.

"I've got to get back to the gardening," she replied. "I had come back into the house to get my sun hat."

"Why didn't you use one of the house elves?" Lucius asked.

"Because I have legs and I know how to use them. I don't have to be lazy just because we have house elves," Narcissa replied.

With that, she left, flipping her long blonde ponytail over her shoulder. He sighed and went back to the paper work he was filling out. What was he going to do? If what Blaise said was indeed true, he'd have to kill his own son… A small tinge hit Lucius in his gut and he cringed at the thought. His only son?

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Draco came into view flocked by his two cronies. That was a strange sight to Harry and Ron because they hadn't seen him in the company of Crabbe and Goyle in ages.

"What's hanging squares?" Draco called loudly.

"I swear, where ever he goes he has to create a scene," Ron grumbled, returning back to his homework.

"Get lost Malfoy," Harry called across the grass, although his old malicious tone had long since disappeared.

"Why get lost when I could sit here safe and sound in the company of you losers?" Draco asked plopping down on the grass in front of them. "Where's your Granger Babe?"

"Hey!" Ron growled.

"Just wondering," Draco said holding up his hands. "Really though? Where are all the girls?"

"Don't know," Harry said. "I think Hermione was in the library. Jesamya and Pansy are yours to look after."

"They most certainly are not!" Draco snapped.

"Are too," Harry said.

"Anyways, what's with Crabbe and Goyle?" Ron demanded looking up at the two silent but deadly men.

"Oh right," Draco said. "About that. I've um… made them into one of us," Draco said with a shrug. "No biggy."

"No biggy?" Ron asked. "Malfoy you're really going crazy wild with all of this don't you think?"

"No," Malfoy said simply. "What would I be with out Crabbe and Goyle?"

"A little white ferret," Harry said. Draco picked a dandelion out of the grass and threw it at Harry.

"You murder all things that are happy," Harry said, picking up the wilting dandelion. He frowned and threw it over his shoulder.

"And I also think we may have a problem with Zabini," Draco added. "He's threatened to tell my little secret to my father. Which means that the Death Eaters will soon get wind as well as the Dark Lord."

"Voldemort?" Harry asked. Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle cringed, leaning away from Harry.

"Yes, that guy," Draco replied. "The one who reminds me of that muggle performer Michael Jackson… I think it's the fact that neither of them have a nose…"

"There's a muggle performer who doesn't have a nose?" Ron asked excitedly.

"Right," Draco said, nodding. "It's from all of the cosmetic face altering surgery from what my mother says. She likes his music."

"I thought your mother hates all things muggle," Potter said.

"No, that's my father. My mother just lets people assume that about her," Draco corrected.

"What's up guys?" came Jesamya. She plopped down on the grass next to Ron and smiled up at Crabbe and Goyle. As soon as she'd looked away, she took a double take and returned her attention to them.

"You've turned them?" she asked Draco.

"Yeah, what of it?" Draco asked.

"No more," Jesamya said, giving him a stern look. "We don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

"Like that hasn't happened!" Hermione said, suddenly appearing before them looking out of breath. She was a bit messier than she usually was.

"Parvati and Lavender have told everyone that we're becoming "friends" with Malfoy. It's gotten all around Gryffindor!" she panted, holding her chest.

"Slow down girl!" Malfoy said. He pulled her down to sit between him and Harry.

"What?" Harry asked.

"They know!" Hermione said. "Harry, they know about us!"

The whole group fell silent looking at her astounded.

"Hermione what happened?" Ron asked soothingly.

"YOU!" came a shriek that made all seven of the vampires jump. They looked up to find their missing member storming up to them pointing at Jesamya.

"What?" Jesamya asked, her eyes wide.

"What were you doing with my Draco last night!" Pansy screamed.

"I hardly think this is the right time or place to discuss that," Jesamya snapped, rolling her eyes.

"I disagree, it's the perfect time!" she yelled.

"Pansy…" Draco began.

"I've worked very hard to get this jerk to even notice me-"

"Pansy?" Draco asked again.

"Six years! And then some new girl-"

"Pansy?" Draco asked a little louder.

"-just comes waltzing in here and undoes all of my work! And I'm not going to let that stand! At all!"

"PANSY!" everyone screamed in unison.

"Believe me it can wait!" Draco bellowed at her. "Sit down and SHUT UP!"

Everyone nodded, glaring up at her. She did as she was told falling silent with her hands in her lap.

"Anyways," Draco huffed. "Continue, Granger."

"I was in our lavatory in the dorm when Parvati and Lavender just barged in on me. They cornered me and started asking me all of these questions! Like, were we now traitors and was Harry joining the dark side and taking us down with him… Or something like that. And I was trying to convince them that that was NOT what was going on. And then Lavender yelled, 'NOW,' and all of these sixth year Gryffindor girls came flooding in. They jumped on me and pried my mouth open!" Hermione said.

That explained why she looked so untidy.

"It won't be long now before everyone knows! Two of the loudest girls in the school just found out," Hermione frowned at them. "I'm sorry guys, I should've fought harder."

"Why didn't you just erase their memories?" Malfoy asked scowling.

"Because that's illegal throughout the wizarding world!" Hermione snapped.

"That never stopped me," Draco grumbled. "When are you going to get some back bone Granger?"

"How about I stand you in front of a mob of angry teenage girls and see if you don't freeze up," Hermione threatened.

"No thanks, I've had my dose of angry teenage girls today," Draco said throwing a nasty look Pansy's way. Pansy merely shot daggers at Draco with her eyes.

"Well, Draco's just told us that we may have bigger problems," Harry said calmly. "Blaise Zabini's threatened to tell the Death Eaters that Draco's joined forces with us. Once the Dark Lord knows that there's a force slightly more powerful than magic coming after him, he'll probably want to get his hands on Draco or maybe even one of us for questioning."

"What do you mean, 'maybe one of us?'" Draco snapped. "Of course he'll be wanting to get his nasty fingers on you Potter."

"So how do you think we stop Blaise from talking?" Harry asked.

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"I have reason to believe that we have a problem on our hands my Lord," Lucius Malfoy said, kneeling at the Dark Lord's feet. "A letter from Zabini's son arrived this morning.

"And what does young Blaise have to say?" Voldemort asked, looking down at Lucius through his narrowed snake eyes.

"That an enemy vampire coven is going to rise against you," Lucius muttered. He conveniently left out the part about his son gallivanting off with the rogue vampires.

"And where did he get this bit of information?" Voldemort hissed, leaning forward in his seat. Lucius felt his heart begin to pound.

"From my son," he said curtly.

A/N: Alright, there you have it people! Tell me what you think. Reviews are always welcome! Oh, and for those of you that are reading both of my stories, I will be updating on I Write For Me soon. No worries! Sorry it's taken me so long though.