Outofthisworldgal: It will happen eventually. But after GOF year, things will get very dangerous for Olivia to know something like that so it's only to keep her safe. It will happen, though, don't worry :)
TheAlleyKat: Yes, now that she's in school, the story will be filling out more (multiple chapters for the year instead of one). Some years will be shorter and some longer. Where I have it planned for that to happen, it will be a little while ;)
victoria cullen34: I'm glad you're enjoying the story!
October 1992 (First Year)
"Happy birthday, Olivia," Hayden and Magnus said as she came down to the common room. She took the box that was held out to her. Opening it, she found a stash of pepper imps.
"Thanks," she said, laughing at her new candy stash.
"It's your birthday today?" asked Millicent as she passed by them. Olivia nodded. "Happy birthday," she said before heading off to breakfast. Olivia found that Millicent was actually very nice.
"Thanks," she replied before the girl went through the portrait. She went upstairs, putting her gift on her bed and went back downstairs to go to breakfast with the Mulciber boys. She guessed that Draco was already there since Crabbe and Goyle were always the first to head to the Great Hall for food.
Many of her friends wished her a 'happy birthday' as she sat down at the table, but also a few others including Flint and a few of the older Slytherins. She assumed they were just being nice, knowing she was the daughter of their Head of House.
When it was time for the post to fly in, she readied herself, seeing Muninn carrying a couple of packages and letters. He settled them gently in front of her plate before perching onto her shoulder, affectionately nipping at her hair. She'd found he loved bacon so she always gave him a piece as he brought in her post.
She opened the letters first, one was a note from her dad saying that he would like for them to have dinner in his quarters. Looking up, she caught his eye and smiled. The other letter was from Professor McGonagall, but she could tell there was something else inside the envelope. When she opened it, she found a bracelet with a few charms on it; there was a snake, a quill, a tiny potions bottle, and a snowflake.
"Who got you that?" Draco asked.
"Professor McGonagall," she said, letting Draco see it. She waved at the professor and mouthed a 'thank you.'
Olivia opened the two packages, which were from the Malfoys and the headmaster. Albus got her a green scarf this year, she supposed that it was to match her house color. She saw him wink at her as she draped it over her shoulders, avoiding Muninn's feet, which would've easily snagged the knit fabric.
The Malfoys' package was a nice new quill with a very elegant nib and a necklace, which happened to match the hair clip she had. A note explained which gift was from who. Draco was purposefully avoiding looking at her.
"I'll have to send your parents a thank you letter," she said. "The quill is beautiful, but I love this necklace," Olivia said as she put it on. Draco just agreed and sat up a bit straighter than he had been before. She didn't want to embarrass him by stating outright at the breakfast table that he'd got her a necklace for her birthday.
She passed another piece of bacon to Muninn who flew off with it clutched in his beak. They finished up their breakfast and she put away her gifts before heading to class. The day went by fairly quickly, professors not wanting to give much work with Halloween being the very next night. She and Draco had planned to spend the day in the library again.
When it was getting close to dinner, she headed from the common room and down towards her dad's private quarters. As she came into the sitting room, she saw a package sitting on the side table, but she didn't pick it up even though she really wanted to.
"Daddy," she said happily, hugging him as he came into the room from his bedroom.
"Happy birthday, Olivia," he said, showing the slightest of smiles, the most he ever gave, the slight upturn of the corners of his mouth. Olivia was quite used to her dad's outward emotions. She knew when he was happy, proud, sad, and angry, even if he never showed it in the ways most people would.
"Look what Professor McGonagall got me," she said as she held out her wrist, showing him the charm bracelet. He gazed over the charms, slightly amused at the little snake and potion bottle. "I wonder if I'll get new charms for it at Christmas. I hope so."
"And the necklace?" he asked, pointing to the coiled serpent hanging from the chain.
"It's from Draco," she smiled. "Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa got me a new quill."
Though Olivia often spoke to her dad in passing, they had only a few days where they were alone and she was free to speak as she would at home. He would ask about her studies and she would complain, but told him that she was visiting the library with Draco on the weekends to study with him so she was able to get a taste of what the second years were doing.
"How are you doing in Slytherin? Are the others treating you well?" he asked as they sat down at a table that appeared in the room, dinner ready for the two of them.
"Yes. I think some of them are just nice to me because they know you're my dad, but most of them have been genuinely nice. Millicent Bulstrode, one of my roommates is really nice, but the other one, Aster Throckmorton, she just ignores both of us really. Marcus Flint is nicer than I originally thought he was, but that may have something to do with Draco also being on the quidditch team and I do sit with him a lot."
"Flint can be difficult to decipher, but you tend to know when he's just being malicious."
"I haven't noticed anyone being cruel. We all tend to keep to ourselves. Although," Olivia thought, "there are those twins a few years older than me. They remind me of Pansy Parkinson, only worse."
"Ah, the youngest Carrow twins. I've often wondered if the Carrow family has souls at all," he mused. Olivia laughed, but bit her tongue when she realized he was quite serious. "I trust you to keep that between us." She nodded. As their plates disappeared, he reached over and grabbed the package she saw before.
She took the package and began to unwrap it. "Spell Formation and Incantation Genesis: Creation, Combination, and Personalization of Charms, Hexes, Jinxes, and More," she read the title aloud in amazement.
"I started around your age," he said with a smirk. "It's only fair." Olivia laughed at her dad's cheeky comment.
The Halloween feast was it's usual affair; the jack-o-lanterns were glowing as they drifted about the ceiling, there was candy everywhere, and the ghosts were floating around rampant. Draco was digging into a slice of pumpkin pie and was grabbing handfuls of licorice to stuff into his pockets for later. Olivia couldn't stop laughing at him and swore he would make himself sick with all the licorice.
She was finishing up her own pecan pie when the feast ended. The Slytherins all headed towards the dungeons. Draco was joking about another one of Lockhart's attempts at teaching when they rounded a corner to see bloody writing on the wall, the floor flooded, what appeared to be a dead Mrs. Norris tied up by the tail, and a very nervous looking Potter in the middle of it all.
As they read the message on the wall, Olivia heard Draco next to her. "You'll be next, mudbloods." Olivia looked at him, seeing his gaze fixed on Granger. She didn't like that word, but from the look on Draco's face, she wasn't sure what his motive was by saying what he did. She wasn't sure if she should be angry with him or if she should just write it off as him keeping up his reputation with those three.
The crowd of Slytherins moved aside as the teachers made their way through to see what the problem was. The headmaster told the students to head to their dorms and her dad turned to them, nodding towards the hall behind them, a silent hint to take the long way around. She gave him a worried look before following Draco and the others.
When they were some ways away, she whispered to Draco, "Do you think they did it?"
"No, Potter looked nervous, not guilty, but I didn't see him at the feast either," Draco replied. "We need to find the chamber fast."
"Filch looked like he was about to kill Potter. Mrs. Norris...she looked frozen, not dead," Olivia noted, thinking about the scene they had just witnessed.
"Yeah, I don't know. I'm sure we'll hear about it later."
"Library tomorrow?"
"Definitely."
Olivia wasn't much of a quidditch fan, but there was no way she would miss Draco's first game. She had her Slytherin scarf wrapped snugly around her as she made her way towards the Slytherin section of the stands. Noticing her dad heading up with her Uncle, she stopped for a moment.
"Mr. Malfoy," she said, catching their attention, "I didn't know you were coming today."
"Olivia," he smiled. "Of course. I couldn't miss it. How are you?"
"I'm well, Sir, thank you," she said respectfully. "Well, I should let you get to your seats. Bye, Sir. Bye, Professor." Olivia gave them both a little wave as she went off to find Hayden.
The game began and Olivia tried to keep up with the different plays. Slytherin was starting to get ahead and she could feel the excitement around her in the crowd of students. They were ahead by sixty points when she noticed Draco not paying attention; instead he was focused on Potter. She silently cursed him. He was going to lose the game by being an idiot. Pay attention!
Gryffindor's captain was blindsided by a bludger, breaking his broom and sending him to the ground. As Olivia watched closer, the bludger seemed to be focused only on Potter. The Gryffindors were shouting their complaints and cheering him on at the same time. She watched Potter avoid the bludger for a moment, stopping near Draco.
That's when she saw it, the snitch, the tiniest glimmer of gold behind Draco's head. You idiot! Draco was too busy trying to insult Potter and wasn't being aware of himself and his surroundings. Potter flew past Draco and he followed him after the snitch. When they disappeared into the structuring of the stands, she chewed her lip, hoping he would get his senses back and catch the snitch like she knew he could.
A moment later, she sees green spinning from the structure, landing spread-eagle onto the pitch. Olivia gasped. Draco collapsed back and she could see him trying to catch his breath that had clearly been knocked from him. She pushed back through the crowd towards the stairs leading down to the pitch. Slytherin was shouting, but most knew that they had lost at that point.
Potter finally caught the snitch as he crashed onto the ground. The bludger was still heading for him, but as his friends and a couple teachers ran onto the field, Granger stopped the bludger with a quick spell. Olivia went straight to Draco along with Madam Pomfrey who was already heading out to check him over.
As soon as she saw that he had no broken bones or serious injury, she just told Olivia to help him to the hospital wing. Olivia wanted to yell at her, but knew it would do no good so she bit her tongue. Luckily, Flint came over with a couple of the other teammates and helped him up.
A couple of the boys made a few pained faces and grimaced as they got Draco walking. She was sure it had to do with how he landed. Olivia wasn't completely clueless of basic anatomy and she'd grown up with him, too; she knew Draco must be in considerable pain.
In the hospital wing, she stayed with Draco and his teammates as he recovered. For a little while, she thought he was going to be sick, his complexion nearly matching his uniform. Madam Pomfrey merely made a snide comment about how he was fine and could leave as she focused all her attention on Potter who wasn't even in pain! Olivia was fuming.
Instead of making a scene, she just told Draco she would be back in a minute and went to find her dad. Seeing the Great Hall filling up, she ran and saw him moving to sit at the table with the rest of the faculty. She caught his eye and he got the message, walking through the Hall and into the corridor.
"Draco is in pain and he's nauseous, but Madam Pomfrey won't do anything for him. She's too focused on Potter and said he's fine. Is there something I can take to him?" she asked quickly as she explained the situation. Olivia saw a flash of anger in his eyes as he swept off towards the dungeons.
Since the potions classroom was closer, they stopped there. He went to his stores, pulling two vials from a shelf. "Tell him to take these. If the pain or nausea returns, tell him to come see me," he instructed her. "Don't let Pomfrey see him taking it. She'll likely have a fit."
"I honestly don't think she'd notice seeing as she's looming over Potter the entire time," Olivia scoffed as she hurried out the classroom. She ran quickly back towards the hospital wing and saw that Draco was still lying down. He'd stopped groaning from the pain, but she could tell it hadn't subsided completely.
"What are those?" he croaked, seeing the vials.
"Seeing as Pomfrey won't do anything, I went and got what you needed. For pain and nausea," she said as she handed each to him. "Daddy said if either returns to just come see him."
"Thanks," he said after downing both.
"I feel like we're never going to find anything," Olivia whined as she finished off the last of the Prophets from 1943. "What year are you on again?"
"I'm looking through April of '44," he said quietly. Draco had been abnormally quiet since the quidditch match. She could only imagine why. Not even any of the Slytherin's mentioned their loss or Draco's incident. Olivia assumed it was quite embarrassing for him so she didn't talk about it either.
She went to pull January of 1945 from the shelf. Settling back into her chair, she saw Draco stiffen as he turned a page. "What is it?" she asked, assuming he found something. He only answered with a name.
"Moaning Myrtle."
"She was the one who was killed?" Olivia was surprised, but, then again, why didn't they think about that? Ghosts always had horrible deaths or unfinished business and Myrtle was young, a student. It was obvious!
"The article doesn't say much about the specifics of her death, but I think we can assume where it happened."
"The girl's bathroom," she nodded, taking the same guess he had.
It was lunchtime when they walked into the bathroom haunted by Moaning Myrtle. Assuming the vast majority of the students would be in the Great Hall, they decided it would be a good time to take a look around. As far as Olivia knew, no one really came in there anyways. Myrtle wasn't in sight for the moment and she was relieved at that fact.
"Where do you suppose there could be a hidden entrance?" Draco asked as he looked around.
"I dunno," she muttered. "Do you smell that?" Olivia smelled the air, a distinct scent filled the room.
"Smell what? It's a bathroom," he said, immediately brushing it off.
As Draco continued to look around the sinks, she went to the stalls and opened each one while still trying to decipher the smell. She noticed a fume seeping underneath one of the stalls and she opened it slowly. Seeing the cauldron and the potion brewing inside, she remembered that smell.
"Draco, we should leave." Turning, she started towards the door.
"What? Why?"
"Because someone is brewing Polyjuice and they may be coming in here during mealtimes in order to keep it up."
"Polyjuice?"
"Yes. Someone is brewing a potion in order to look like someone else." Draco simply nodded as he followed her from the bathroom.
Olivia was curious as to who would be brewing something like that in a bathroom and what their plan was. They decided that it would be best for Draco to stay over the holiday in order for them to find a better time to look around for the chamber again. Running into someone and having to come up with an excuse for why they were in a girl's bathroom together wasn't ideal.
A dueling club, that's what the new Defense teacher had proposed. While they certainly found the man completely stupid, a dueling club sounded interesting and should prove entertaining at the least. Draco and Olivia had both signed up to attend the first meeting. They stood in waiting with the rest of the students who signed up.
The morning after the quidditch game, it had also been announced that another victim had been found. Colin Creevey was a boy in Olivia's year. The victims were not seriously injured, however. They were simply petrified and Olivia and Draco were doing their best to figure that part out.
"Gather 'round. Gather 'round," Lockhart said loudly as he walked along the table set up as a dueling stage. The students got closer to the stage and most of the girls began whispering. Olivia just rolled her eyes. She couldn't understand how they found the man at all appealing. "Can everybody see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent." He turned and continued, "In light of the events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I have done myself on countless occasions. For full details, see my published works." He casually flung his cape into the crowd of students, a few of the girls gasping and clawing at it. "Let me introduce, my assistant, Professor Snape," he said as he motioned to the opposite end of the stage where the professor was striding up the stairs to take his position.
Olivia smiled, knowing that her dad was likely to be enjoying the thought of proving how dumb Lockhart really was. Draco nudged her with his elbow and wiggled his eyebrows, getting the same idea. This was going to be good.
"He has sportingly agreed to help me with a small demonstration. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry. You'll still have your Potions Master when I'm through with him. Never fear," he said with a wink to the crowd. Olivia coughed as she held herself back from laughing.
They both took their stance and bowed to one another before turning, taking the number of paces away before taking their positions. Lockhart counted to three. Professor Snape was obviously taking his time or he could've already had the man thrown back with a non-verbal spell. However, he loudly and carefully enunciated the incantation, "Expelliarmus!"
Lockhart yelled as he was sent flying backwards. Plenty of the students were laughing, but many of the girls were gasping with concern for their dear teacher. "An excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape," he said, pulling himself up. But I hope you don't mind me saying, it was pretty obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you, it would've been only too easy."
"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor," he offered the smiling teacher. Olivia noticed that her dad was slightly swaying on his feet and she giggled quietly, knowing he was enjoying every minute of this.
"An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape! Let's have a volunteer pair," he said, looking around to the majority of the Gryffindor students. "Potter! Weasley! How about you?"
"Weasley's wand causes devistation with the simplest spells," Professor Snape said. "You'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox. Might I suggest someone from my own house?" he offered, waiting for approval. "Malfoy, perhaps?"
Olivia nudged him, knowing he was smiling that he'd get a chance against Potter again. Both teachers turned as Draco got up onto the stage, moving towards the center to meet Potter. "Wands at the ready!" Lockhart said.
"Scared, Potter?" Draco teased.
"You wish," Potter replied snidely.
The didn't bow to one another, instead, turning to take their paces and position. Lockhart began counting again after warning them to only disarm and just as he was about to say 'three,' Draco cast his spell first, hitting Potter squarely in the chest. The boy went spinning in the air, landing quite a ways back from where he started. All of Slytherin seemed rather pleased with him.
Potter got up quickly and sent another spell, which caught Draco off guard. It hit him in the shoulder and spun him round and onto his arse right in front of his Head of House. Olivia saw her dad's disappointment as he pulled Draco to his feet and thrust him back into the duel.
"Serpentsortia!" Draco yelled, casting a conjured snake towards the center of the stage. It slithered forward and hissed at random students to the side that gasped as it drew near.
Olivia saw Potter lower his wand, but didn't see any fear in his eyes. She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure out his thinking when her dad stepped forward. "Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you."
"Allow me, Professor Snape," Lockhart said, halting the man in his steps. He cast a weak spell at the snake, which only sent it into the air. It landed, appearing to only be mad and even more determined to lunge at the nearest thing it classified as an enemy.
That's when Potter stepped forward, a stream of hissing noises coming from his mouth. Olivia held her breath. It couldn't be. He was in Gryffindor. He was Potter, but yet, she heard it. Parseltongue. She knew that anything said in the language would sound sinister, but when the snake turned on a Hufflepuff boy, she didn't know what to think. A spell from her dad incinerated the serpent finally and the entire hall was deathly quiet.
"What are you playing at?" the boy asked Potter, fear shaking his voice.
Olivia noticed that Harry looked confused at first, seeing the boy so scared and angry at him. She saw him looking around, noticing that all the students seemed to be looking at him the same way, including Lockhart. There was fear, then. Part of her wondered if he even knew what he'd just done.