"Dying is a Delicate Moment"
A fanfic by Agara
"Kill me. Kill me if you ever loved me."
And he kills her.
CHAPTER FIVE : DECEIT & BETRAYAL
AUTHOR'S NOTE : This chapter is a little different. Take the time to read, don't rush. Important information may appear and may be important later.
Everything you are about to read happen in 15 minutes.
26.10.1942
"You have fifteen minutes. No less, no more !" Slughorn almost yelled. "I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my own house ! If I don't have the phial by the time I come back…"
He left the room and slammed the door violently behind him.
26.10.1942
This Friday had begun normally, the Slytherin-fifth-year had started the day with two hours of Transfiguration then one hour of theoretical DADA. After their lunch break, for those who chose who had chosen Arithmancy, like most of the people present in the room, they had two hours of it.
Then Muggle Studies, but they are in Slytherin, they are supposedly not allowed to take this course. So they had gone to the library for one hour, well for most of them. So here they were, after two hours of potions. The class had started, as usual, Slughorn had given the instructions and the students had begun brewing for two hours.
An hour and forty-six minutes later, Slughorn had left the class unattended for exactly four minutes and thirty-six seconds. In the meantime, Cassandre Parkinson had burst into the room, two minutes and fourteen seconds after the professor's departure, for private matters.
Four minutes and thirty-six seconds had passed, Slughorn had come back into the room. He had told Cassandre Parkinson, a fourth-year Slytherin, to settle his argument outside the class and had given the permission to his students to clean up their desks and to leave.
He had gone into his private storage room for exactly fifty-three seconds and had come back furious. The classroom was impeccable and all the Slytherin were ready to leave.
"No one moves." He had said. They obeyed. "Everyone sit. You too Parkinson." They obeyed. "One of you stole something of mine."
He told them what.
"We are going to settle that between us. You have fifteen minutes to give it back to me. If not, I will take this matter to Dippet and you will face the consequences of your action."
The silence was deafening.
"You have fifteen minutes. No less, no more !" Slughorn almost yelled. "I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my own house ! If I don't have the phial when I come back…"
He left the room and slammed the door violently behind him.
26.10.1942
TOM
Slughorn left the room and just only a couple of minutes later, the door opened violently. The youngest Parkinson began shouting towards Walburga Black.
"From a letter ?" He yelled. "I've learned it from a letter ? You didn't even have the courage to say it to my face."
What now ?
"Cass…" She started.
"And you !" Cassandre Parkinson pointed his finger to Orion Black, cutting Walburga Black. "You fucking liar !" He shoved Orion Black's ink pot to the ground and grabbed him by the collar. "You look me in the eye and tell me you how much of traitor you are."
Thorus Nott, who was sitting next to Orion Black, heard the creek of the door announcing Slughorn's come back into the room. He pushed lightly Cassandre Parkinson and told him to calm down.
Tom started cleaning his desk, after Slughorn's order. He was eager to leave the room, head to the library, and carry on his research.
"No one moves." Slughorn said. They obeyed. "Everyone sit. You too Parkinson." They obeyed. "One of you stole something of mine."
He told them what.
"We are going to settle that between us. You have fifteen minutes to give it back to me. If not, I will take this matter to Dippet and you will face the consequences of your action."
The silence was deafening.
"You have fifteen minutes. No less, no more !" Slughorn almost yelled. "I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my own house ! If I don't have the phial by the time I come back…"
He left the room and slammed the door violently behind him.
What the bloody hell ?
No one dared move a finger or say a word. He turned back and faced the fifth-years.
"The one who did it, give the phial back." He said in a cold, stern voice.
No one moved. They were all staring at each other, suspicious.
Then, it began.
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 15
ANTONIN DOLOHOV
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article.
"Well, we all know who needs it the most." He said putting his hands behind his neck leaning back into his chair, casually. "Malfoy, hand over the phial."
But for the matter, Antonin Dolohov was against his long-time friend, Abraxas Malfoy.
"Excuse-me ?" The blond asked puzzled.
"Come on, we all know about your father's problems with the wizengamot." Antonin Dolohov snorted, confident.
"Don't you dare talk about Septimus Malfoy that way !" Galbanda Greengrass spat right away.
"Call back your little pet Malfoy" Tom intervened. "If you have something to say for your family, do it yourself."
Orion Black snickered "Everyone knows cowardice runs in their veins."
Antonin Dolohov saw, in the corner of his eyes, Grace hide a smile.
"You have something to add Hortense ?" Antonin Dolohov asked her spitefully.
"Don't include me in your little pissing contest." She answered and sat on top of her table.
Antonin Dolohov and Abraxas Malfoy saw red.
"If we start accusing people, on their father's behalf, I guess Lestrange is one to blame." Edmund Rosier attacked his friend.
"Come again ?" Edgard Lestrange provoked, getting closer to Edmund Rosier. "What are you saying about my father ?"
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 14
EDGARD LESTRANGE
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would cause a mess between the most important wizarding families.
"Come again ?" Edgard Lestrange provoked, getting closer to Edmund Rosier. "What are you saying about my father ?"
"As if you don't know. The entire wizarding world knows about your father. You even told me yourself. Come on man, there is another way to succeed than cheating. For once in your life, play fair and square : give the phial back."
Isodor Avery quickly rose from his seat and slot into the two Quidditch players. "Boys, calm down. It's not the right time to talk about that."
"Of course it is ! What could be the other reason than your parent's political scheme ?" Pax Zabini meddled while swinging his chair back and forth on two feet and throwing a green apple the air.
"You need a reason Zabini ?" Edgard Lestrange turned around, shoving Isodor Avery. "What about you ? You are a poor excuse for a Slytherin, with your grades, your behaviour, and now this ? Let's add thieve to your résumé."
"What's my connection with the phial ?"
"Haven't you heard what I just said ? Your grades are pathetic, everyone knows you won't pass your OWLS ! Who could need it more than you right now ?"
Pax Zabini stood up, his chair fell loudly on the ground, and he put his right hand into a fist, ready to punch Edgard Lestrange.
Cygnus Black held Pax Zabini by his shirt, stopping him from hitting Edgard Lestrange. "Mate, don't screw up, you've heard Slughorn if you fuck up one more time, you're out."
"We don't have time for this bullshit, we have only have thirteen minutes left until Slughorn returns." Galatis Carrow interrupted them, glancing at the mural clock. "Whoever stole the phial needs to give it back, right now. We won't tell his or her name." She gave a pointed look towards Antonin Dolohov and Belone Macnair.
"Lads, let's me stop you right now. I know who the culprit is." Milton Mulciber said loudly, full of pride.
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 13
MILTON MULCIBER
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would revive old tensions.
"Lads, let's me stop you right now. I know who the culprit is." Milton Mulciber said loudly, full of pride.
Everyone stared at him, expectantly.
"Belone Macnair." The short boy added.
The entire assembly sighed. And Belone Macnair rolled her eyes.
"Really Milton ? Aren't you sick of this family feud ?" Thorus Nott told Milton Mulciber, exasperated.
"For Merlin's sake Mulciber, stop this nonsense, you're too biased." Cassandre Parkinson intervened.
"Of course it's her ! I've told you already !" Milton Mulciber stomped his left foot.
"Really ? And what would be her reason ?" Walburga Black added.
"She is an untrustworthy bitch, what other reason do you need Black ?" Galatis Carrow shouted.
Tom sat on the teacher's desk and started massaging the bridge of his nose with his right hand, already fed up.
"Whoo catfight" Isodor Avery snickered across the room. Thorus Nott shook his head, a warning look in his eyes.
"Isodor shut the fuck up." Orion Black turned to face the two girls "We don't care about your boys problems."
The two Slytherin girls blushed. They exchanged an embarrassed look. Milton Mulciber cleared his throat : "Ok, if it's not Macnair then it must be Rosier."
"Mate, you can't just randomly accuse someone like that." Antonin Dolohov said.
"Of course it is convenient for you to discredit Milton when he is accusing Rosier." Abraxas Malfoy spoke up.
"I don't see your point." Antonin Dolohov replied.
"It's a public matter that the Rosier and Dolohov families are thick as thieves." Abraxas Malfoy rose an eyebrow.
Grace sighed loudly, annoyed with the entire situation.
"Aren't we supposed to be here to sort out who stole the phial ?" Grace arbitrated, irritated.
"That is exactly what we are doing Hortense, if Edgard has the phial, Nicolas Rosier has one step ahead." Abraxas Malfoy told her.
"So I was right, it's Rosier" Milton Mulciber stated.
"For once in my life, I agree with Mulciber." Belone Macnair retorqued bitterly.
Belone Macnair had not been really involved in the debate before her agreement with Milton Mulciber. As soon as the words escaped her mouth, Milton Mulciber looked at her, oddly. Her family was not known for getting on with his own, so it was quite the shock.
"And as expected Macnair accuses me !" Edmund Rosier laughed scornfully. "And no one hears her blaming somebody else, like, I don't know, Lestrange. Oh wait, their families are in business together."
"Shove it Rosier. Find someone else to be the scapegoat." Edgard Lestrange barked.
"No need, I have the culprit in front of me."
"Oh really ? Because I don't see you looking at a mirror !" Milton Mulciber uttered mockingly at Edmund Rosier. "You definitely need the potion to please your daddy."
"While talking about daddy, how's yours Parkinson ? Still kissing Tuft's ass ? Maybe they are already organizing your wedding ! " Orion Black provoked Cassandre Parkinson.
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 12
ORION BLACK
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that made the important families want a piece of the cake.
"While talking about daddy, how's yours Parkinson ? Still kissing Tuft's ass ? Maybe they are already organizing your wedding !" Orion Black provoked Cassandre Parkinson.
"So he can talk about his love problems but we're not allowed to ?" Galatis Carrow asked Tom, childishly.
Orion Black seized the opportunity and spat at the prefect : "Oh we're asking Riddle questions now ? Let me ask one : where did you put it ?"
Tom pushed himself from the desk he was sitting on. He took one step.
"Why would he need it ?" Milton Mulciber defended his friend.
"Yes Black, tell us. Why would I need it ?" Tom asked, emotionless.
"Well, apparently it is a political matter. We may have…" Orion Black showed the people in the room with open arms "... all a reason to steal the phial in order for our family to get more power, but you, Riddle, you have none and you may want some."
Grace laughed loudly from her place. The entire room stared at her.
"Are you listening to yourself Black ? Are you really believing every word you just said ?" She snorted. "Power may come from money and connection but you are the living proof that's not enough. True power comes from knowledge. And who's the prefect here ? Not you Black. Who's the top of the class ? Again. Not you Black."
She leaned and whispered loudly : "Guess daddy's power couldn't buy you a shiny badge."
Walburga Black had a maniac laugh.
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 11
WALBURGA BLACK
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would make them reconsider their alliances.
Walburga Black had a maniac laugh.
"Look who's talking ! The crazy one." She snickered. "Still on edge ? Haven't you slept well last night ? You don't need to answer love, the bags under your eyes answer for yourself."
Grace chuckled, and it irritated Walburga Black even more.
"We all know each other from birth, our parents know each other from birth too and so on and so on. But you Hortense, we don't know a damn about you. And you're the only here with a real reason to steal it. What would happen to you if Rosier succeeds ?" The eldest Black continued.
"Why are you talking about Rosier ?" Grace winced.
"Don't you know ?" Antonin Dolohov sneered. "The Rosier are for the greater good."
Walburga Black looked at Antonin Dolohov and nodded at him. He nodded back, as if they knew in advance this was going to happen.
"And why would I need the phial ?" Grace asked. "It doesn't make sense."
"Yes it doesn't make sense !" Edgard Lestrange parroted. "You are just proving us Walburga that Rosier needs it more than anyone else, well maybe except for you."
Walburga Black's eyes opened widely. "Me ?"
"Yes you !" Isodor Avery interceded. "Come one Walburga, we are all aware of your wedding."
"Why would my sister need the phial for her wedding ?" Cygnus Black wondered.
"Because she's been dating Cassandre for the last year." Belone Macnair yelled, dropping a bombshell.
The shock was unanimous.
"Well, the cat is out of the bag." Cassandre Parkison sighed.
"Now were are talking about secrets Belone ?" Walburga Black reacted to her friend intervention.
"You wanted a reason Black ?" Isodor Avery resumed. "Here's one. Now hand over the phial."
"Can't you be more wrong Avery ? She does not need any phial, she was not the one mad about the wedding, was she ?" Orion Black turned toward Cassandre Parkinson.
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 10
CASSANDRE PARKINSON
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would make them reconsider their friendships.
"Can you be more wrong Avery ? She does not need any phial, she was not the one mad about the wedding, was she ?" Orion Black turned toward Cassandre Parkinson.
"Don't start Orion !" Walburga Black ordered.
"Yes ! Do start mate !" Pax Zabini laughed. "Best. Potion. Class. ever." He snickered with Cygnus and Avery.
Cassandre Parkinson was shaking lightly, from anger. He knew what Orion Black was going to use as arguments against him and he already wanted to punch him in the face.
"Or maybe it's because of your brother, Parkinson." Orion Black declared.
"Don't you dare talk about my brother."
"And why not ? He is not here to defend himself. And where is he ? Oh yes, he got injured during the last Quidditch match because he is a part of the team. And you're not. Come on Parkinson, you can tell us you stole the phial, we're all ears and we won't rat you out to your brother. Maybe Mulciber is your accomplice. After all, between two second-to-the-heir you should help each other."
Milton Mulciber sank into his chair, embarrassed.
"Don't put Milton in the middle of it. " Thorus Nott defended his friend.
"And lad don't talk about Pollux when he is not here." Edgard Lestrange added.
"Yes let me talk about him. He won't be able to play the next game, so maybe you and your teammate need it." Orion Black stopped there.
"Wow, it's between Cassandre and yourself Orion. Don't forget it." Edgard Lestrange reminded the Black heir.
"You're right Lestrange." Orion Black smiled. "I'm going to marry your girlfriend Parkinson and there is nothing you can do to prevent it, and the little phial is not going to help you so turnover the phial."
Cassandre Parkinson shoved Orion Black repeatedly. The latter punched him in the face making his nose bleed.
"Stop !" Galbanda Greengrass shouted.
None of the two boys obeyed. They kept going on to the point that Orion Black was on the ground being hit by the younger Slytherin.
"Parkinson ! Black !" Tom arbitrated. The two boy stopped. "You all sit down and no one talks."
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 09
ABRAXAS MALFOY
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would put them in the middle of a cold war.
They were all sat in silence. Their position in the classroom reflected perfectly the tensions. Edgard Lestrange who was sat next to Edmund Rosier for the past five years was on the opposite of his friend. Belone Macnair and Walburga Black were 10 feet apart. Antonin Dolohov and Abraxas Malfoy weren't even looking at each other in the eyes.
Tom was leaning on the professor's desk, his arms crossed upon his chest. Next to him, Grace was still sat on her desk, facing the entire class.
At the back of the room, Isodor Avery, Cygnus Black and Pax Zabini were grinning altogether, apparently delighted with the situation.
Walburga Black was desperately trying to get Cassandre Parkinson's attention, but the latter was too busy sending killer stares at Orion Black to even notice.
Thorus Nott was focused on Grace, analysing her every move as if he was trying to solve a riddle.
Milton Mulciber had not risen his head since Orion Black's attack on him. His eyes were stuck on his knees and he was playing nervously with his fingers.
Galatis Carrow was fixing the clock on the wall, worried.
Antonin Dolohov finally turned his head to watch Abraxas Malfoy. As soon as he saw that the blond Slytherin was sat next to Galbanda Greengrass he snorted loudly.
The Malfoy Heir faced him. "Something you want to add Dolohov ?"
"We are not going back there" Tom cold voice, cut them.
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 08
ISIDOR AVERY
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would encourage them to fool the others.
"We are not going back there." Tom cold voice, said.
"So what do you suggest ?" Isodor Avery asked casually.
Tom pushed himself from the desk and walked towards the middle of the room.
"Everyone ! Put your bag on the table." The prefect demanded. Everyone did exactly what they were told. "And now, you search."
"It is too easy to search through your own belongings." Isodor Avery argued.
"Ok, then your neighbor search your bag." Tom was pissed.
Isodor Avery knew this look. When Tom was about to get mad he always had the same piercing stare. So the boy shyly rose his hand.
"What now Avery ?" Tom allowed him to speak.
"It is too easy to put the phial in your neighbor's bag." Everyone looked at him "If you are guilty."
Isodor Avery rose up. "Does anyone think that I am guilty ?"
The silence that followed, answered the question.
"Thanks ? I guess." He started walking to the front of the class and grasped Galbanda Greengrass bag before putting it on Slughorn's desk. "Just to let you know, I could have done it if I wanted to."
"Avery…" Tom's voice was getting deeper.
"I'm just saying". The other answered raising his arms innocently.
The search did not last long. It was in none of them.
"So what now ?" Belone Macnair asked Tom.
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 07
BELONE MACNAIR
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would make them reconsider every decision they ever made.
"So what now ?" Belone Macnair asked Tom.
"Now we go back to the beginning." He replied, as evidence.
The class had started as usual, Slughorn had given the instructions and the students had begun brewing for two hours.
Milton Mulciber and Grace went first in the storage room to look for fairy wings. They were gone for less than a minutes.
"Milton and Grace went to the storage room !" Galbanda Greengrass declared.
"But we came back fast !" Milton Mulciber defended himself.
"Who went next ?" Isodor Avery asked.
Tom and Thorus Nott were the next. They stayed a little bit longer but came back with more ingredient than the two first one.
"We did." Thorus Nott simply said. "Then Lestrange went there. Alone."
Belone Macnair stared at the boy, suspiciously.
"Yes I went there alone, but only for thirty seconds tops. It doesn't mean anything." Edgard Lestrange replied.
The last couple of student who went back there were Antonin Dolohov and Pax Zabini.
"Then Zabini and Dolohov. You were the last one to get in there." Galatis Carrow described.
"So to sum up the only people in here who had access to the phial are Mulciber, Hortense, Riddle, Nott, Lestrange, Zabini and Dolohov." Cygnus Black stated. "This reduces consequently the field of possibilities."
"You're forgetting something." Thorus Nott said, fixing Grace. "Hortense and Mulciber went back there twice. Why's that ?"
Milton Mulciber looked as he was searching at the bottom of his memories.
"It's my fault. I messed up my potion, I did not know what to do so I went to see Grace and she helped me. Then we went back there to retrieve new ingredients. That's all. Nothing to fuss about." The short boy explained, rapidly.
"Actually, the only real suspects here are those who went twice or alone in the room. So Mulciber, Hortense and Lestrange." Isodor Avery recapitulated.
It seemed like the room quite agreed on this statement, except the defendants.
"Wait ! It's not because we went in there twice that we stole something ! We were two in there, we couldn't have stolen it without the other seeing it." Grace declared.
The entire assembly turned towards the same person.
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 06
GALATIS CARROW
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would point towards a scapegoat
The entire assembly turned towards the same person.
Edgard Lestrange.
"What ? Wait !" The latter barked, indignant.
"Well, everything points to you !" Edmund Rosier acknowledged.
"You fucking traitor !"
Galatis Carrow was not at ease. She had known the two Quidditch players for years and had never seen them this angry at one another. She could feel that the others were also troubled about the situation.
"We don't have time, we all have other things to do. Lestrange give me the phial." Tom ordered.
"I. Don't. Have. It. How many times would I need to tell you before you start finding the real culpable ?"
"Look mate, we've only been in this room for 9 minutes, and it feels like it's been hours. So we don't care why you took it, just give it to us, we won't tell Slughorn." Pax Zabini explained, tired.
"What don't you understand in I don't have the ph…"
"Just give it ! We won't even give your name !" Abraxas Malfoy almost shouted.
Edgard Lestrange put his hand on his face, exasperated.
"You're the only who could have done it ! You went there alone !" Walburga Black yelled, upset. "If not you, then who ?"
The question was a rhetorical one but it did not stop Milton Mulciber from whispering what would bring chaos in the room, again.
"I still think it's Macnair."
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 05
CYGNUS BLACK
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would bring chaos.
The question was a rhetorical one but it did not stop Milton Mulciber from whispering what would bring chaos in the room, again.
"I still think it's Macnair."
After that, hell was set loose.
Cygnus sat comfortably in his chair and witnessed his classmates tearing each other apart. He couldn't even distinguish who was yelling at who, it was only noise, accusation, and chaos.
Even Tom, the master of composure, had started blaming.
After one minute, Cygnus Black thought his head was going to explode. He put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.
After chaos, there is always silence.
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 04
EDMUND ROSIER
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would reveal their true colors.
After chaos, there is always silence.
Edmund Rosier could hear his heartbeat in his chest. His hands were still clenching Edgard Lestrange's collar. He let go of his former friend.
They were all staring at each other, in a terrifying silence.
They were all recalling what they've just heard from their friends' mouths.
They were all trying to think, but they were too upset to do it properly.
"Let's start again then." Tom breathed.
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 03
GALBANDA GREENGRASS
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would make people start talking.
"Let's start again then." Tom breathed, for himself out loud. "Let's assume Lestrange is innocent. Where does Slughorn keep his private potions ?"
"Third shelf on the right." Antonin Dolohov answered, involuntarily.
All the Slytherins turned to face him.
"Let me stop you right there before you start assuming things. I got a detention three days ago and I had to organize this very room..." Antonin Dolohov justified.
"Yes, so you would have know exactly where to find it." Pax Zabini cut.
Galbanda Greengrass smiled. She knew from the beginning that Antonin Dolohov was too eager to point fingers to be innocent.
"And it was you who started accusing people." Grace applauded. "Bravo ! Belle performance !"
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 02
THORUS NOTT
(WE HIGHLY RECOMMEND TO LISTEN TO GOODBYE BY APPARAT FROM NOW ON)
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would make people start doubting.
"And it was you who started accusing people." Grace applauded. "Bravo ! Belle performance !"
Thorus Nott was not one to blame easily. He liked having all the facts. He liked analyzing them. And then, once he was sure, he would feel entitled to point fingers.
That was why he kept mostly quiet during the last thirteen minutes. And that was why he was analyzing his suspect words and posture.
"...you are crazy !" Antonin Dolohov spat at her.
"You've tried to fool us by accusing everyone else other than yourself !" Orion Black intervened.
"Who would accuse himself ?"
"See ! He didn't even deny trying to fool us !" Grace laughed.
It clicked in his head.
"Hortense ! Shut your…" Antonin Dolohov started.
"It's Hortense." Thorus Nott finally accused.
26.10.1942
MINUTE - 01
PAX ZABINI
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would make people do stupid things.
"It's Hortense." Thorus Nott finally accused.
Grace turned around, the confusion was visible on her features. "Quoi ?" (Trad : What ?)
"Don't even try. I know it's you. I've been analyzing you from the very beginning" Thorus Nott stated, calmly.
"She is smart enough not to steal... So evidently" Tom snorted
"You've been analyzing me ?! If you kept watching my every move, how could you have had all the facts about the others in the room ?"
Thorus Nott closed his eyes.
"But I don't even have a reason to have stolen it !" She almost screamed.
All eyes were on them.
"Yes Grace you have every reason." Thorus Nott replied, calmly. "Maybe you're not as skilled as we think and you need it for class, maybe you need it for revenge or maybe y-you.. And maybe, your friend…"
"Don't." Grace said, quivering a little, but with some much coldness in her voice that Pax Zabini felt shivers down his spine. He had never heard someone that desperate.
"...maybe you think, that with a little luck, not all your friends are dead."
Grace rose abruptly and headed towards him, ready to curse him. She shoved Pax Zabini who was standing in her way.
The classroom's door opened.
26.10.1942
TIME'S OVER
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that would make people see the truth.
Slughorn entered the room precisely fifteen minutes after he left. The tension in the room was so dense that one's could cut it with a knife.
Fifteen students turned around and faced the professor. Two of them were still glaring at each other.
A phial dropped to the floor and broke at the same time.
Tom stayed stoic.
Antonin was surprised that it was not Abraxas.
Edgard smirked in front of the proof that it wasn't him.
Milton looked at Belone, still not quite sure it was not her.
Orion did not believe it.
Walburga sent an apologizing smile to Cassandre.
Cassandre accepted the smile.
Abraxas glared at Antonin, a haughty smile on his face.
Isodor couldn't accept the truth.
Belone gave a pointed look to Milton.
Galatis gasped.
Cygnus couldn't trust what he was seeing.
Edmund closed his eyes.
Galbanda grabbed Abraxas' hand.
Thorus realized he had gone too far.
Pax dropped the phial.
"Well Mister Zabini, I guess we need to have a little chat." Horace Slughorn declared.
26.10.1942
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article.
One that explained the sudden demission of the Minister of Magic, Leonard Spencer-Moon.
One that detailed how he did not take Grindelwald threat seriously and was obliged to step back.
One that gave the most important wizarding families in England a chance to step up.
One that would give every fifth-year Slytherin a reason to steal the vial.
One Hermione knew would create suspicion between the students.
The Daily Prophet had, this morning, released an article. One that helped Hermione Granger steal the Felix Felicis.
Step 4 : Done.
AUTHOR'S NOTE : Hope you've got all the information.
Yes, our Hermione was the thief all along.
Is it the right phial which broke ?
- Agara
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