A/N: Hope you enjoy the chapter! The funny She-Cat Archimedes moment is brought to you by my She-Cat's craziness! Bask in the funny, and read the adventure afterwards.

Chapter 12

The Mysterious Tom Riddle

Poor Katie was moved to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries the next day, and by then, word of her fate seemed to have added to the Hogwarts Rumour Mill. Ways she could have been cursed were the talk of the school for weeks. In fact, only Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ivy, Leanne, Dommie and I were the only ones who knew what really happened.

"And Malfoy, of course." Harry said curtly one breakfast a week after the attack.

"Harry!" Hermione, Ron and Ivy groaned "Cut out the crap, there's no way he can, for the millionth time!"

"What? What about Draco?" I asked, suddenly intrigued as I picked at a muffin.

"Nothing." Ron said.

"Besides the fact that your boyfriend's -" Harry started angrily.

"Wondering what Pothead is doing, trying to fill her head with lies." Draco interrupted behind me.

Harry murmured something that sounded remarkably close to "Death Eater." making me raise my eyebrows at him and snarling.

"What was that, Harry?" I demanded, gripping his robe.

"Uh…um…" Harry stammered, going white.

"Did you call my boyfriend a Death Eater?" I demanded further, turning my brother to face me and letting my eyes to narrow to almost slits.

"Y-Y-Yes…" Harry stuttered some more. "B-But he is!"

"A little tip with me, Harry." I said sickly sweet, drawing his face to mine and glaring daggers into his eyes "If you ever call Draco a Death Eater ever again, I will personally, and with devoid of compassion destroy you!" I hissed, wrenching Harry away from me and standing up "Sorry, Dragon." I said kinder, but a slight amount of hostility was lacing my words. "What were you saying?" I asked.

"He's lying." Draco said coldly, glaring at Harry "Think of it…me…a Death Eater? I'm only sixteen!"

I laughed "I know! The very idea!" I said, walking off "Draco, let's roll!" I added, turning around and watching Draco glare at Ron, Ivy and Harry.

"Weasel-King…Pothead…Duff." Draco sneered.

"Ferret-Prince." Harry, Ivy and Ron sneered back.

"I think your Ferret-Princess is waiting for you." Ivy said, smirking at me.

Draco sneered at Ivy and walked back over to me. "Bastards." he muttered.

"Excuse me?" I asked "You'd better be talking about Ron and Harry." I said, putting a hand on my hip.

Draco smirked "Oh, of course I was. Why would I talk about your best friend like that?" he said.

I smiled and let my arm relax "Good." I said.

"Oh, I have a nickname for you." Draco said, smirking.

I blinked "Really, what?" I asked excited.

Draco wrapped me in his arms and nibbled my ear "There's actually three. One's Skinner, another's, I know you don't like it, but Kitten, Fire and Potterella and Oreo. Oh, make that five. You pick the best one." he corrected before kissing my cheek.

I blushed "Cute." I said before running into someone and sneering.

It was Scarlett Zimmerman, known Death Eater and former friend of mine.

"Potter." she said coldly when we were shoulder to shoulder.

"Zimmerman." I said violently before bashing into her shoulder as hard as I could as I walked away and sighing in frustration. "Bitchy hag from hell."

"Took you till now to realize she belonged in the same category as -?" Draco asked.

"Well, well, well, lookie who we've got here. Potty and the Ferret." Drosie's snide, arrogant voice sneered behind me.

"Piss off, Annabelle," I drawled, emphesizing the use of Drosie's first name to piss her off.

"How dare you call me by my given name, Potter!" Drosie snapped "Filthy little Mudblood!"

I gaped and Draco snarled "You'll pay for that one, Drosie!"

"Draco, no, she's not worth getting into trouble!" I pleaded, forcing Draco's arm down.

"You are! Nobody calls you a Mudblood and gets away with it!" Draco snapped, raising his wand again.

"Draco…" I warned "You do that, and I'll report you to McGonagall." I said, looking up at him pleadingly.

Draco looked me in the eye and groaned "Erg! You know my weakness…fine." Draco said, tucking his wand back in his pocket.

"And as for you, Ms Drosie." I said, turning to my blonde enemy "Twenty points from Slytherin and detention, tonight, Snape's office." I said.

Drosie sneered at me and stalked off, Draco just glaring at her all the while.

"Filthy Mudblood liar." I muttered.

"What d'you mean, liar?" Draco asked, losing his glare to turn to me.

"I have a mild hunch that Drosie isn't the Mudblood she's telling everyone she is." I said staring at her as she muttered angrily to O'Neil.

"Perhaps you're right." Draco said, clenching his jaw "Maybe we'll need to do some research on family trees in the library." he said before smirking at me "I know a way to pass the time until then." he said, raising his eyebrows.

I smirked and read his mind. He was thinking exactly what I was thinking.

"Come on, then, Slytherin Snog God." I teased as Draco grabbed my hand and lead me to the nearest broom closet.

When I walked into the broom cupboard I gaped, almost dropping my book bag at what I was seeing.

It was She-Cat and Archimedes Lovegood, Luna Lovegood's cousin…and they were in their underwear.

She-Cat was on Arch's lap and holding a book in her hands. I read "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves" on the cover of the book.

"Uh…She-Cat?" I asked, creasing my eyebrows together and making her look up.

"Oh, hi guys!" she said cheerily, waving from her spot in Arch's arms. "What's up?"

"Uh…nothing?" I said, confused "What are you doing?"

"Reading a story!" She-Cat said, holding the book up to my eyes.

"Why in a broom closet?" I asked, cocking my head to the side as Draco just stood there, either too shocked to say anything or trying to resist the urge to laugh his ass off.

"It's cozy in here!" She-Cat said happily, smiling brightly up at me.

"Why in your underwear?" Draco asked, no note of a snigger in his voice.

"It got too warm in here for our robes." Arch said, smiling brightly up at me like She-Cat.

"Why not go to the library?" I asked, becoming more confused by the minute.

"They wouldn't let us stay if we sat in our underwear." She-Cat said, rolling her eyes "Kind of obvious, Han." she added with a smile.

I face palmed myself and sighed "She-Cats." I muttered "Why are my friends so insane?" I asked myself.

"Because your life would suck otherwise!" She-Cat said, nodding "Pikachu!" she added randomly.

"Pikachu?" Draco and I said together and She-Cat and Arch stood up.

I took one look of Arch's boxers and looked him in the eyes. "Why are you wearing butterfly underwear?" I asked.

"They're not butterflies!" Arch protested "They're fairies!"

I blinked "Ok…why are you wearing fairy underwear?" I asked again.

Arch pointed to She-Cat "She made me." he said quickly.

I snickered and started applauding slowly "Wow, She-Cat…bravo! Take a bow." I said, laughing.

"Meow, meow, meow!" She-Cat said, bowing repeatedly before stopping.

I thought about it…and suddenly wondered how Draco would look in fairy boxers.

"Arch, take those off, Draco, you're putting on the boxers." I said, nodding towards Arch's boxers.

"I can't take off my boxers!" Arch protested "There are girls here!"

"Like I haven't seen what you've got myself! I have a brother, remember?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"I'm out of here!" Draco said, sprinting away.

I sighed "You can keep your boxers on, Arch. Draco's gone." I said sadly before backing away "And now…I'll just let you do whatever it is that She-Cats and Arches do." I said before walking out and closing the door as I ran into Drosie's former minion and friend of mine, Jamie Vain.

"I wouldn't go in there." I said, nodding at the door "She-Cat and Arch are having private time." I explained before walking away.

I went down to Dumbledore's office a little late than I expected, planning for a sleepover with Ivy and my friends.

I knocked quickly and Dumbledore said "Come in." and I opened the door.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor, but I had some homework to do." I said guiltily.

"Quite all right, Hannah." Dumbledore said, nodding to the Penseive. "After you. Harry's already in there."

I nodded and shoved my head into the Penseive, watching as I fell through darkness and landed in front of an old building, with someone who looked like a younger version of Dumbledore.

"Nice suit, sir." Harry and I said together before sharing a dark look (I was still a little mad at him over accusing Draco of being a Death Eater.).

Dumbledore ignored us and went into the building with me and Harry following him.

When we got in, there was a harried woman with what looked like iodine in her apron pocket.

"Hello," Dumbledore said "I'm here to speak to Mrs Cole."

The woman nodded "Yes, she was expecting you. MRS COLE!" the woman shouted up the stairs.

I heard strangled shouting from above and the woman told the younger Dumbledore that Mrs Cole would be down in a minute.

Minutes went by, minutes of waiting, talking and drinking gin with the harried woman that seemed to own an orphanage. They talked about a boy named Tom Riddle, and how his mother died giving birth to him and how strange the Tom boy was.

After getting Mrs Cole tipsy, Dumbledore was lead up to a room that was preceded by many rooms full of children, all wearing a grey tunic. It sure didn't look like a happy place to grow up (but those kids should've tried the Dursleys place for a week, they would have been begging to come back to that orphanage.).

The woman knocked on a door and poked her head in "Tom? There is a man here to see you." she said before opening the door fully and letting Dumbledore enter.

"Good evening, Tom." Dumbledore said to the boy on the bed, who, to be brutally honest, had be been my age in my time period, Draco would have had some fierce competition for my heart. "I am Professor Dumbledore."

"Professor." Tom scoffed "More like doctor, she must have had you come to take a look at me, right? She wants me looked at."

Dumbledore shook his head "No, Tom. I am here to offer you a position at my school. It is called Hogwarts."

"School?" Tom shouted, shooting up and tossing his book aside "Try the asylum! I didn't hurt Amy Benson or Dennis Bishop! They think I'm mad!"

"I am not from the asylum." Dumbledore said calmly "Hogwarts is a school for people with special abilities."

"I'm not mad!" Tom insisted again.

"No, you aren't. Hogwarts isn't a school for mad people. It's a school for magic." Dumbledore said, smiling.

Tom gaped and shot up "It's magic? It's magic that I can do?" he asked.

"What can you do?" Dumbledore asked.

"I…I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want without training them…" Tom dropped his voice down to a whisper "I can make bad things happen to people who upset me…I can make them hurt if I want to."

I gaped. Tom Riddle…was like the male version of me! I suddenly remembered the time not too soon after my kidney transplant surgery when I was seven, when I got my uncle back bad for what he had done to me.

Flashback

I was seven and still recuperating from my surgery, sitting in a wheelchair, still confined to it and to my cupboard when Vernon barged up to me and grabbed me by the hair.

"You. Girl!" he snapped, shaking me slightly "Clean the floors. And no dinner for you until it's done!"

I swallowed and tried to stand up to avoid another beating…but I fell once Vernon let me go. Luckily, it was in my wheelchair.

"You idiotic bitch! Can't you get enough brains in your head to learn to stand up and do as you're bloody well told?!" Vernon shouted, belting me around the head "Go. Cupboard. Stay. No meals." he ordered, shoving me into the cupboard and locking it behind him and leaving me to cry.

A week later, I was finally out of my wheelchair, but I had to walk with a cane to keep balance. I was lying on the couch in Harry's lap, peacefully sleeping and dreaming about whacking Vernon in the head with my cane like he did so many times before.

Suddenly, I was jolted awake by Vernon, who was yanking my hair hard.

"Did you just hit me with your bloody cane!" Vernon hissed.

I shook my head "N-No, sir, I was sleeping." I stuttered, but inside, smiling to myself. Vernon actually got beat around the head with my cane!

"I think that will do, Harry, Hannah." Dumbledore said, tugging my elbow as I snapped out of my flashback and making me land in the office as I rubbed my eyes with weariness.

"Harry, I believe your sister would like to go back to her dorm, so I should like you to take notes this evening to give to her. Hannah, you may leave." Dumbledore said, somehow knowing I was ready to fall asleep.

I nodded "Yes, thank you, sir." I said before walking back to the dungeons to get some homework done.

I kept reading my Care of Magical Creatures book, keeping my head on the table as I filled in the answers to Hagrid's questions for homework.

I was soon sound asleep at the table, doing my homework.

Draco's POV

I walked into the common room and saw that someone was asleep while they did their homework.

I walked over to them and sighed.

There laid Hannah, sound asleep with her face pressed against the book she was reading and a quill in hand.

I sighed. I just couldn't let her go stiff if I just left for the Room of Requirement, so I did what any good boyfriend would do.

I picked her up, brushing some hair out of her face and carried her up to my dorm (I forgot my wand anyways.)

I laid her down in my bed, smirking lightly as she curled onto her side as I covered my blanket over her, brushing her bangs out of her face and kissing her softly.

"Sleep well, Kitten." I said before grabbing my wand and walking out of the dungeons for someone worth fighting for.

A/N: Well? Which of those nicknames do you like best? Oreo? Potterella? Fire? Skinner? Kitten (or Kitty)? Review your answers to me and we'll find out Draco's pet name for Hannah soon! R+R please! Oh, and I still need dress ideas and possible dates (Can be anyone but Dean, Harry or Nott). Please and thank you for the help!

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