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Also, for those of you reading Coven Wars, I may start updating less. I'm kind of stumped on what to write next. I have a general story line in mind, but I need to develop it a bit more before I do much more writing. Thanks for your patience.

Naoku

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Chapter 6

Nicolas led them through the twisting hallways of the ancient castle. The whole place was made of stone with arches placed every few feet down the hallways. The windows were made up of many pieces of glass cut into diamond shapes and set in panes along the right wall while the left held doors with tapestries set between.

"This place seems older then the founders," Draco muttered to Hermione who was walking beside him. No one had really separated from their groups in the carriages and almost everyone was aw-stricken so no one really paid any to Draco, who wasn't charmed by the architecture in the place for some reason, and Hermione who just looked bored.

"It is. They say Salazar Slytherin grew up here," Hermione muttered back.

"Wow, and this place isn't famous?"

"It's not true. This was actually Rowena Ravenclaw's home."

"How do you know? Perhaps Salazar did live here."

"No, Salazar was a pure blood, remember? This place has been a sorcerer town since the Arthurian age. Only sorcerers lived here then. That was the time when sorcerers and wizards fought, I know because Hogwarts helped destroy the hate between the two magical clans."

"Oh, I didn't know that."

"Most wizards don't. It was buried in time ages ago; they were ashamed that their ancestors tried to take our land."

"Was that what it was about?"

"Partially. The real issue, however, was pride."

"Pride? How would that start a war?"

"Well, most wizards say wizardry is the strongest form of magic, right?"

"From what I've seen and heard," admitted Draco, suddenly understanding why his ancestors would be ashamed of the fights between the races over land.

"Wizards thought they were the best and wanted everyone to believe if. Sorcerers didn't really care what the wizards said, everyone knew their magic was stronger despite the fact it was twice as draining."
"Ah, the wizards didn't want the sorcerers around anymore so they could be the strongest magical type," said Draco, realization dawning on him.

"Exactly, but the thing was, wizards are easily disarmed, all you have to do is take away their wand and they loose control of their magic. Sorcerers cast spells through their whole body, so they can only be disarmed if you render them unconscious or kill them."

"I understand," muttered Draco, "that makes perfect sense."

"Attention! Attention please!" called Miss Griffinsin from the front of the group. Nicolas had vanished. "Alright now, this hallway is ours. There are four people to a room, the prefects are to stay in the same room, since there are only four now." Hermione snickered; Pansy had gotten kicked out for jinxing Ron who had gotten kicked out for jinxing her in the first place. She still wasn't sure what Ernie Nacmillan had done to get kicked out, though she heard Padma Patil was kicked out after she was caught snogging in a broom closet with some boy from Ravenclaw. The result was the decision to replace them with students from Ginny's year, so only four prefects were present. "I want the rest of you to sort out your sleeping arrangements and unpack. Girls need to sleep in separate rooms from the boys. There is a hand full of exceptions, you know who you are. We have an hour before we're supposed to go down for dinner, so you need to be ready by then. That's all."

Miss Griffinsin led the prefects away to another room at the end of the hall. It was very large, with two beds on one side of the room and two beds on the other.

"Now, Hermione and Hannah are going to sleep over there," Miss Griffinsin gestured to the left side of the room, "and Draco and Anthony, you two sleep over here," she gestured to the right side of the room. The prefects all nodded and went to their respective sides of the room.

Hermione unpacked quickly and went to go find Harry and Ron. They were staying in a room not too far down the hall with Seamus and Neville.

"Hermione, there you are!" exclaimed Ron.

"Hey Hermione, we were just going to look for Miss Griffinsin," said Harry as he closed his trunk.

"Why?" asked Hermione.

"We were hoping to get you out of sleeping in the same room as Malfoy," explained Ron.

"She's never going to let me switch rooms guys, so don't even bother. Besides, Malfoy probably won't do anything with the Hannah and Anthony in there," reasoned Hermione. It seriously didn't bother her that she had to share a room with Draco. After all, why should it?

"Well, if your sure Hermione," said Ron uneasily. He looked kind of sad that she didn't want to share a room with them.

"So, what do you guys want to do tomorrow?" asked Hermione, hoping to change the subject.

Harry and Ron's eyes lit up and they started talking about all the things they could do. Hermione just smiled and leaned back, blocking out their voices and allowing her mind to wonder.

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Draco pulled out one of his books and pretended to read so the others would leave him alone. However, if one looked closely enough, they would see his eyes were glazed and he clearly wasn't reading at all.

Why does this place seem so familiar? He wondered. Ever since arriving in the castle, he felt a tug in the back of his mind. As he walked by certain rooms, for example, he knew what was in them. Nicolas, the boy that had led them around, seemed familiar too, just like Granger had when he had first met her. It was strange and disturbing for Draco.
Somehow through his dazed state, Draco heard the door to the room shut and found he was alone.

'They must have gone to look for their friends,' he thought sadly. 'Too bad mine aren't here. I wonder where Harmony went to…Huh?' Draco suddenly realized something. He hadn't thought of Granger as Granger since the dream. He had switched to calling her Harmony like it was second nature. 'What the hell? What's wrong with me?'

Draco shook his head and stood up, stretching. He glanced at the clock and noticed it had almost been an hour since they had arrived. 'Better head downstairs.'

As Draco left the room, he noted Hermione walking with Potter and Weasley. Well, more like behind them. She was off in her own little world and they were oblivious to the fact she wasn't listening to a word they were saying. For some reason, Draco suddenly felt like talking with her. She knew more then she let on, he realized that much.

I wonder if she could help me...

Draco had had a huge hole in his memory for as long as he could remember. Everything from when he was about seven backwards was gone from his mind. But Hermione, she seemed to know something about him, something he didn't know. He really wanted to talk with her, ask her questions about his past that she might be able to answer. Had they been friends? When did they become friends? How did they meet? So many questions began to swirl though his mind that he could hardly stand up. He felt ready to fall over, but something stopped him. He looked up, and found Hermione staring at him. Up ahead the other students had vanished, so they were alone in the corridor.

"Are you alright?" asked Hermione with concern.

Draco nodded. "Just a little dizzy."

"You know, you shouldn't think so hard about your past. Amnesia is hard to deal with."

"Amn-what?" asked Draco, clearly confused.

"Amnesia, memory loss," explained Hermione "And Draco? Please, don't call me Harmony while we're here. I can't explain why but I really don't want people to know that's my name, alright?"

Draco nodded and together, he and Hermione stumbled towards the stairs that led to the next level.

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Sorry it was so boring, but don't worry. The next chapter is dinner, and believe me, that doesn't go how anyone plans.

Naoku