Bellatrix felt a sweat drop go down her head as she stared ahead at the other person, opposite her, mirroring her position. She was crouched on all fours, hands trembling above the runic scripture. She turned her attention away from Crouch, turning her face down to the intricate wording running in a circle, her on one side with Barty on the other. One would call the whole thing a farce if it weren't for the dark smoke emanating from the centre.
"Can you feel it!?" Barty's excited voice rang through the air. "Can you feel the dark mark respond!?".
Bellatrix simply turned her attention towards the centre, eyeing Voldemort's five Horcruxes, it had taken them 14 years to collect them, 14 long and difficult years but it had finally paid off.
"He's coming back!" Barty's voice rang in her ears, the mans face glowing as he stared at the smoke slowly formed a shape.
"You were right!" His voice echoed.
She was right... She had shown the man a supposedly better way to give their dark lord his body back. Britain had thought her family dark for their acts... if they had seen what the Black family truly knew? The thought sent a thrill down her back... The fools had no idea. One such secret was the way historic Black family members who'd sought eternal life through a Horcrux had used to quickly and effectively bring themselves back to the world... As close to themselves as they could've ever been... Well? Sane. Bring themselves back Sane. However, she had failed to mention to the ecstatic man opposite her that the ritual had been used for those who'd only created one Horcrux... Not five.
Her vision blurred from the dream, Bellatrix blinked a few times, remembering how that had turned out... A shudder going through her, the horrors they'd witnessed. She should've agreed to Crouch's method. She had certainly not known that once the ritual completed the Horcruxes would disappear, no that was the wrong word for it, the Horcruxes had essentially apparated to Merlin knew were... The only wizard capable of finding them? Harry Potter! And boy... Did that kid make them go through hell whenever he'd found one... She quickly opened her eyes, 'That was a memory... a time long gone,' She thought calmly, as long as they didn't lose the Horcruxes this time... As long as Potter didn't find them, as long as the dark lord didn't find one of his Horcruxes being auctioned off they were safe.
Bellatrix took a look at her surroundings.
"Where the hell am I?" She yelled off. When she took in the bars and grey walls around her. Plus the sudden desire to feel depressed. She screamed. Azkaban, she was in Azkaban!
"That freakin' idiot failed! What the hell happened this time!?" she vented off to no one. She shook her head, Merlin she didn't even know how long she'd been locked up for, she could still remember the ministry cell she'd been held in like it was hours ago.
'Barty! What the hell!?' She sent the frantic thought through their cursed link.
'Barty!' She sent another.
'Barty! I know you can hear my bloody voice if you can hear those imaginary ones!'
No response, the silence dulled her, Bellatrix could slowly feel one of the Dementors closing in towards her. She calmed her self quickly before she removed the false fingernail on her ring finger. Casting the silent reversal charm, she sighed in relief as she watched her wand reappear in her hand. Azkaban's transport system was surprisingly low security, they figured if you had anything up your sleeves you would have already used it up escaping the ministry cells. The need for a wand to apparate also meant there was no real need to place an anti-apparition ward around the prison as it was unplottable.
Plus you sort of needed a will to live to use magic.
As far as the former Black daughter felt, however, her mental state was a clear as a river.
Her body didn't agree.
With a pop, Bellatrix Lestrange was outside of Azkaban and in front of Crouch manor. She cast off a Scouring charm over herself before following through with an Enervate, wand held up ahead. Normally such long-distance travel had high chances of fatally injuring a person, she, in particular, had nothing to really worry about as far as that was concerned... The woman entered the empty manor, knowing she was already keyed into the house's wards. As she took in the manors somewhat dusty look, she was surprised, she couldn't see any witches nor wizards, only house elves seemed to occupy the place... 'Weird...' She scoured the place before using a point me spell to find Crouch junior. When she took in the state he was in? Aside from his position, sprawled out all over his bed, under an invisibility cloak, a dazed look in his eyes.
Her laughter scared off the birds perched outside of the manor.
Barty was under an Imperius.
She called for Winky idly wondering if the elf was still alive... She watched to her relief as the house elf suddenly appeared at her call.
"How long has he been like that?" she questioned, pointing towards junior.
Winky looked frantically between the two before deciding it was safe enough, as the wards hadn't kicked the woman out.
"10," The house elf simply said with a bow, suddenly remembering to greet the guest.
Bellatrix's laughter howled through the manor once again, the woman unable to help herself.
"Wake the hell up!" She yelled off suddenly realising they'd lost at least 10 years of time if the house elf was to be believed. She quickly fired a stinging curse at the idiot.
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The next day...
Rodrick washed his face as he prepared on for the rest of the day. He released a sigh before shaking his head. He made his way out of the dorms accompanied by Malfoy and Blaize, Nott was likely still dozed off. He shrugged before he made his way into the common dungeon. His friends refused to say a word, waiting for him to start. After what happened yesterday, he had no doubt everyone in their house would do the same. His eyes quickly found Warrington sitting in the centre. Allowing a smirk to grace his features Rodrick walked towards the sixth year's little group. He could still see the marks of the spells they'd taken. The sixth year was currently sporting a cast on both arms. Warrington flinched the moment his eyes glanced Rodrick walking towards him.
The others watched as the third year simply stood in front of Warrington, glancing towards the seat the sixth year occupied.
The sixth-year didn't move, though he wouldn't catch Rodrick's eye.
"Well?" The single worded question sent the dungeon into silence.
Warrington looked about to say something before a resigned look took over his face as he got up, his friends following him. The three took their seat as far away from the third year as they could. Warrington simply sighed, he was speaking to the headmaster later about his actions... Wait until the old man found out what the third year genius was really like... He idly wondered whether he should mention Cedric Diggory's foul mouth. The Hufflepuff had surprised all of them. Consistently referencing his mother's infidelity due to his poor duelling skills... Oh, how he'd crush that blasted badger...
The other Slytherins simply snorted at the scene, after what had happened the previous day, this had been Warrington's only chance to grasp any influence and he'd thrown it away out of fear.
Rodrick stared at the now vacant spot before he proceeded to stand on top of it to some Slytherins amusement. He took a look at his surroundings before finding every eye on him. Daphne and Tracey having entered through the entrance, seemed to already be beside his other friends. As he was about to begin, he watched as Nott quickly made his way over to the others.
"Seventh and Fifth years," Rodrick started. He watched as one particular NEWT student quickly turned their attention up from their book. "I want you to play nice with the Ravenclaws from today onwards if you could manage it." he finished.
Warrington scrunched up his face but he kept his mouth to himself.
"Play nice?" Rodrick heard Farley remark amused, "You mean sit with them in the great hall? Or stop harassing them?" Farley questioned amused.
Rodrick rolled his eyes, "Both," he shrugged. Tapping his chin once he added on, "Let them sit with us and don't start until you see my signal?"
"What signal?" He heard another Slytherin question.
Rodrick snorted, "You'll know it when you see it," he remarked before getting off his seat and walking towards his friends, greeting Daphne with a hug.
"So, any particular reasons you want to start playing nice with a house during a war?" Blaize questioned amused.
"Besides, you know, wanting an alliance with them," Nott added on.
"Why would we need an Alliance?" Malfoy questioned incredulously.
Rodrick shook his head, "One, a precaution in case the other houses decide to team up and no offence but I'd rather not be stuck with more Nott's," he deadpanned causing Malfoy to smirk, Nott surprisingly enough looked indifferent.
"Two, you want to start taking over Ravenclaw next," Daphne finished for him.
Rodrick blinked before turning towards the girl rather surprised.
Daphne rolled her eyes, "You're rather easy to read sometimes," she chuckled.
"Yea, yea..." he shook his head. "How's Tori?" he suddenly questioned.
Daphne beamed at him before saying she'll be out soon.
Rodrick nodded at that.
"Seriously what's the signal?" Malfoy questioned.
"Right... We need to find Luna." Rodrick answered before exiting the dungeon, leaving his bemused friends behind.
...
Rodrick entered the great hall, amused to see Luna suddenly sprint off towards her house, they'd caught the girl just outside the hall, her having been allowed to leave that very morning. He felt bad for getting her involved so soon after but she seemed genuinely happy to help. As he and his friends walked towards the Slytherin table, he was amused to see most of the older years attention on him.
Up ahead at the dais, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Minerva McGonagall sat around with somewhat wary expressions, having heard the shocking news regarding Bellatrix already.
"Why Seventh and fifth?" Nott questioned.
"Because they have a common enemy, " Blaise chuckled, "They're called exams, it wouldn't be weird for them to try work together, "
Daphne nodded, "If you're gonna bribe Ravenclaws, it might as well be exams..."
"Why Lovegood?" Malfoy decided to ask.
"Because everyone below our year will think it's her fault and so put her influence up, everyone above our year knows she's probably just listening to this idiot, either way, Rodrick get's some sort of sway over Ravenclaw." Blaise finished as he took his seat beside the boy in question. The other Slytherins eyes on Blaise, all of them no doubt having heard him, Rodrick inwardly scoffed when he'd realised Blaise was playing his own games.
"You can figure that out but can't remember anything about History?" Nott shook his head wistfully.
Blaise pretended he hadn't heard that as he settled onto his food before watching with amusement as Luna Lovegood played her part.
The blonde second year got up from her seat before smiling and nodding at the group of second years that had gotten up with her. She then led them, to the surprise of the rest of the hall, over to the Slytherin table. The group of second-year Ravenclaws sat next to their classmates before warily starting the conversation, to their delight the Slytherins happily responded.
The hall watched in shock as the two different houses seemed to, well, get along.
Several third years from the bird's table had decided to join Rodrick's small group.
"Hello," Rodrick started, "I don't believe we've met," he deadpanned, earning laughter out of his year group.
"What the hell is going on..." Malfoy shook his head. Nott simply nodding along.
Then on cue, the fifth year Slytherins decided to switch over towards the Ravenclaws. The moment they prompted their classmates on OWLs, the Seventh year Ravenclaws practically scrambled over towards the Seventh year Slytherins, keen on getting a new point of view on the upcoming exams.
"You know Nott, we could potentially turn it into a three against Gryffindor if you join the Hufflepuffs," Rodrick practically whispered.
Malfoy's eyes lit up before turning to the Lanky wizard, "Take one for the team," he remarked, a glint in his eye.
Nott shook his head.
"Malfoy will stop calling you a Hufflepuff," Rodrick offered.
"Wait, what?" Malfoy stammered, the guy had the gall to offer him something like that...
Nott blinked before grinning and getting up from his seat. He made his way over towards the Hufflepuffs before taking a seat beside Diggory.
Rodrick chuckled, "He should've asked for more... I would've offered Blaise as well..."
"You're twisted you know that?" Blaise shook his head.
"You can't seriously expect me to agree to that?" Malfoy scoffed.
"Yes, in fact, I do," Rodrick remarked.
"How?" Malfoy asked Incredusoly.
"If you don't listen, I'll tell your father," Rodrick deadpanned.
Malfoy slowly reddened before he huffed at the treatment. Frankly, he couldn't care less. They owned Slytherin. What the other houses thought didn't matter, as long as they controlled Slytherin, they were already at the top. Though even he was surprised to see the other houses so accepting...
As if on cue again, several Hufflepuff Seventh years decided to join the Slytherin table, causing most of the Ravenclaws to grin like idiots at all the extra help.
...
"Albus is not going to believe this..." Sirius remarked, mouth agape.
"The part where your cousin escaped? Or the fact three of the four houses are all currently studying with each other in the great hall, one of them being Slytherin?"
"Honestly the second one feels more unlikely so we'll go with that!"
"Oh hush," Minerva remarked with glowing eyes at the display.
While most of the Gryffindors were surprised at the turn of events, one particular scarred boy was shocked and frankly terrified of what was about to come. Quickly understanding the Slytherins were trying to double or even triple team their house... 'Rodrick so planned this...' He sighed, it was likely because he'd accidentally caused his Godfather to learn of his name, the boy really was too petty for his own good...
...
Albus Dumbledore stared at the sixth year sitting in front of him, he'd asked his friends to stay outside, no doubt wanting to deal with his repercussions alone. He could still remember the previous day, his sudden call to the castle, he had been at the ministry, on certain business regarding the upcoming Tri-wizard tournament, if the boy intended to participate, he needed an identity. He'd intended to run the whole thing by the boy first, of course, however, it was rather dangerous to use Grindelwald as the last name. But Grace? An already established family thanks to the boy's mother? There wasn't much danger there... Well, none he knew off. Other than the Dark Lord... The old man sighed, his thoughts brought back to the matter at hand.
When he'd finally arrived at the infirmary wing, he'd found the younger Greengrass Daughter and her friend in bed. The Greengrass girl severely affected by the curse. Madam Pomfrey had informed him how Cedric Diggory had brought them in. When he had been about to question on Rodrick's whereabouts, the boy had suddenly appeared out of nowhere to his relief. If the boy could help get rid of the brunt of the damage, his foster mother likely wouldn't try to kill him.
When he'd gotten the full story of who had caused the attack, his anger had flared.
"And Warrington what of him?" He had questioned fearfully of what the boy had done.
"Dealt with..."
"Dealt with?" The headmaster had questioned.
"Might have roughed him up a little..." Rodrick's sheepish reply caught him off guard, the boy quickly clarifying it was nothing illegal...
It was something about the boy's actions and more importantly Warrington's actions that seemed to affect him...
"That brat snuck up on us before he started pummeling us with curses!" Warrington's frantic words washed over the headmaster as he'd finally understood why he hadn't been angry at Rodrick... Why he'd felt so affected by the whole scenario... Why Warrington's words seemed to have no effect...
"He humiliated us! Threatened to torture us with the Cruciatus curse!" Warrington yelled, having stood to his full height. A glint in his eye as he stared at the headmaster.
Dumbledore, however, had a passive expression on his face. "The girl, the first year," Dumbledore clarified, watching as Warrington winced. "That you decided to injure-"
"I didn't do a damn thing to that kid! She fainted on her own!"
"She's ill," The two words sent the sixth year in front into silence, he watched as the soon to be man slowly fell into his seat at the words.
"Ill?" Warrington questioned bemused.
Dumbledore merely nodded, "Lemon drop?" he questioned.
"What do you mean ill?" Warrington groundout.
"I mean she could have very well died after overusing her magic like that,"
The two fell into a silence at the words.
Dumbledore added on, "I must warn you, if you intend to go after that boy again, he is fully capable of what he promises to deliver... As you should know..."
Warrington narrowed his eyes, "Are you saying that brat would actually break the law to torture me!?" he questioned frantic, thoughts of survivability overweighing his conscious.
Dumbledore sighed at the reaction.
"I am saying had you caused that girl irreversible damage, he would've broken the law to kill you," The words finally came out, forced as they were. He could not let the child in front of him try to push his limits... The muggles that had harmed his sister had, and he fully expected Rodrick to be capable of emulating his father's reaction. And if anything, he himself couldn't blame either, for if his father hadn't dealt with the muggles that had harmed his sister, he would've himself. He would rather not see Gellerts only living blood relative follow his grandfathers example of imprisonment. However, convincing that boy he shouldn't use the killing curse to solve all his problems wouldn't be an easy feat. The boy seemed to resort to the curse under pressure and he would rather Warrington didn't require him to go that far.
Astoria might not have been related by blood, but he knew the boy considered her family.
Warrington numbly got up from his seat, thoughts of been so close to death, of the headmaster, though quite fairly, taking the side of the boy who had helped stop an attack on a first and second year... By a sixth year no less. "Punishment?" He questioned with no emotion.
Dumbledore merely stared ahead, "I believe you've gotten enough of one... Warrington?"
The sudden call stopped the sixth year on his tracks, "Yes? Headmaster?" he added on hastily.
"I do not believe it is very Slytherin of either of you to instigate a fight in public, I imagine even Snape may take points for such a thing."
Warrington blinked at the sudden smile the headmaster's face took, the man really was insane.
"Yea, though I don't see it making a difference this year," The sixth-year remarked.
"Screech," Fawkes' voice filled the room the moment the boy had left.
"I suppose it was rather unfair..." The headmaster started, "I may have let personal emotions cloud my judgement this once."
Fawkes scoffed. That wasn't the first nor was it the last time that happened.
...
The previous day...
Rodrick simply stared ahead, past the three Slytherins, past the Hufflepuff, His eyes glued to the two unconscious bodies and for the first time in his life, Rodrick's Occulemency broke. He wasn't sure why, but he knew that was somehow going to turn into some sort of major problem. It wasn't difficult to try to force his mind back under control, to try to get his Occulumency back up but for some reason, he knew it was too late. He knew the damage was already done, even if it had only been for a split second...
"Huh?" Cedric Diggory remarked, blinking as he found another Slytherin on the other side of the room. He winced as his shield charm broke before sidestepping the second curse. He had been about to retaliate before he stiffened. The atmosphere in the room had suddenly gotten thicker... He could feel some sort of aura emanating ahead of him. When he locked eyes with its source he felt a shudder go down his back.
Rodrick, unlike his Occulemncy, couldn't control his magic, he simply allowed it to flow freely, completely encompassing Warrington's group. The boy's in question slowly turned around at the approaching footsteps before quickly getting stunned, causing them to freeze.
Cedric furrowed his brows at the incoming third year, the boy had a calm expression on his face and yet he was releasing so much pressure.
The only sound to be heard was the boy's footsteps as he made his way towards Diggory.
Cedric seeing the three sixth years opted to return his wand to its holster, Rodrick didn't bat an eye as he crouched onto the floor. His hand hovering just Astoria Greengrass's cheek. His eyes widening as he took in the curse. 'It was stronger... Far stronger...' His anger growing at the thought. He waved his wand over Luna, "Ennervate," he whispered before to his relief the girl's eyes slowly opened.
"Rodrick?" She whispered as a look of relief swept over her face, she was about to add on before Rodrick put a hand to her mouth. "Later... Tell me later," he whispered to the girl before asking if she could stand.
The girl got onto her two feet with his help, she swayed slightly before clearing her head and stood up on her own. Rodrick simply nodded at the action. He turned towards Diggory.
"Could you do me a favour and take Miss Greengrass to the infirmary, I fear she will need Madam Pomfrey's immediate treatment," He spoke in a passive voice.
Luna narrowed her eyes slightly before realising why, her gaze turned towards the three still petrified Slytherins, all of them, a terrified expression on their face.
Cedric looked about to argue before Luna's stare seemed to catch him off guard. The girl had decidedly moved to Astoria and made an attempt at lifting the girl before sighing, unable to.
Cedric stared at the black haired teen, "What about them?" He indicated the three Slytherins.
"They're stunned, what can they do?" Rodrick questioned back passively.
Cedric frowned before turning to the unconscious girl, "As their friend, you ought to take her back to the infirmary yourself," he remarked disapprovingly.
Rodrick shook his head, "As their friend, I need to make sure it doesn't happen again."
"Nothing illegal remember," Luna idly remarked before urging Diggory to get a move on.
"W-wait!" Cedric stammered.
Luna simply put her hands on her hip, "You're not acting like a prefect and you're certainly not acting like a Hufflepuff!" She remarked with a huff.
Rodrick's attention was on the three Slytherins.
Cedric took a deep breath in before turning to the other boy, "Don't kill them," he remarked shaking his head.
Rodrick was quite surprised, even in that state, to hear a Hufflepuff talk so openly about such a thing.
Luna shook her head, "Come on, don't give him any ideas," she deadpanned, though clear worry was shown on her face, before a small smile took over, "You should've heard what he said to those three..."
Cedric actually reddened at the words, "You were-"
"Just stunned, I could still hear everything."
"Later." Rodrick remarked, glad to see Cedric had decided to levitate the girl. The Hufflepuff stared at him for a few seconds before he turned towards the other way.
The moment he watched Diggory and Luna disappear, his expression changed. He turned towards Warrington, a predatory look in his face as he undid the stunners he'd hit the sixth years with. Raising his wand he cast off a shield charm and slowly walked forward.
"This brat is insane!" Warrington heard his friend say. Before he could reply he made a last minute dash to the side at the incoming spell before watching to his shock as his friends took a hit each. 'How many spells was that!?' he thought in shock before turning back towards Rodrick in time to hear the boy cast off another spell.
"Reducto!"
Warrington put up a shield in time for the curse only to see it create several cracks. Before he could react he felt the full force of a banishing charm hit him in the stomach breaking through his shield. His vision dazed as he stared at the ceiling, there it was again, he hadn't seen the boy cast that second spell... The thought came in time to see his friend get knocked out with the third spell.
'So that brat can cast's three spells? What of it!' The sixth-year got up off the ground. He raised his wand, casting off another Protego before following with a Reductor towards the third year. He was irritated to see it crash into the boy's shield. His still conscious reinforcement fired off his own curse only to watch it hit one of Rodrick's counters.
'One,' Warrington counted before his eyes widened at the incoming stupify, 'Two,'
"Eclatur..." Rodrick cast off. his wand sparkling for a second.
Warrington glanced before he made to block the incoming curse before seeing nothing appear.
Upon seeing no curse appear, Crowley whipped his wand in an arc, casting off the disarming charm.
Rodrick sidestepped the incoming charm before raising his wand up in a straight line and lowering it in a V shape.
"Protego!" The two sixth year's quickly cast off before to Cassius's shock, Crowley quickly grabbed hold of his ears, falling to the floor, before he started screaming in pain.
'One,' Warrington simply thought before blocking the second non-verbal spell with his shield.
"Expelliarmus!" Rodrick remarked firing off the disarming charm.
'Three!' Two non-verbals and one worded! Warrington thought before sprinting to his feet intent on reaching the boy currently five feet away. Intent on grabbing the brat's wand. Then his body refused to respond, leaving him standing in place frozen. Rodrick two feet away.
"W-what?" Warrington remarked confused.
"You miscounted," Rodrick's voice was calm as he stared at the boy.
"When..." he remarked before he felt something slither down his back. He would've shuddered if he could. He idly eyed the snake that seemed to have appeared behind him... 'When did he summon that...' He thought frantically. 'Why can't I move...' His eyes widened in horror as he stared at the snake, wondering what kind it was. It had bitten him...
"I wonder that as well to be honest," Rodrick remarked having assumed the boy's thoughts considering his sudden fixation with the snake.
"You don't know?" Cassius remarked forcing his head up to meet the boy.
"Not a clue," Rodrick lied, "For all I know... It could have you dead within minutes... Who knows what the antidote is..." He had an evil grin on his face.
"A Beza-" Cassius started before to his horror he found no words escaping his lips... When he took in the boy's widening grin, he knew it was on purpose.
"Well... if you're going to die... we might as have some fun," Rodrick remarked, a dark glint in his eye.
Cassius screamed as the Reductor hit his arm, breaking a bone.
Rodrick did the same to the Slytherin's other arm. As Cassius cursed, he could feel his head lighten a great deal... His vision blur, his mind to dizzy to concentrate. He could barely make out the words of the other boy.
"You don't look so well... Perhaps you should see Pomfrey?" Rodrick questioned.
Cassius barely heard every other word.
"Or perhaps it's already too late..." Rodrick added on, "How would you like to experience an Unforgiveable or two? You know, before you kick the bucket?" Rodrick asked, a small smile on his face.
Cassius's eyes widened on the mentioning of unforgivable... 'The brat was going to torture him!?'
Before he could put through another word, the sixth-year fainted.
Rodrick stared down at Warrington's form. His wand aimed directly at the boy's head... He knew a Crucio would wake him out of his stupor... The git wasn't in any real danger...
Rodrick sighed, he had things to do. He quickly levitated the three Slytherins before he made his way towards the dungeon.
...
Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis and Theodorre Nott entered the dungeons in search of Rodrick...
Malfoy's face adopted a smirk at the sight before him. Blaise narrowed his eyes at the three 'targets'. Nott was the first to start laughing.
"Someone take the Hufflepuff away, he shouldn't be seeing such things," Malfoy remarked, earning a growl from Nott.
Tracey shook her head before pinching Nott and grabbing his arm, leading him out the dungeon.
"What are you doing?" Nott asked the girl pushing him incredulously.
"You heard Malfoy, shouldn't be seeing such things," she remarked amused to see Nott twitch.
"Lis-" The boy's voice drowning out as the two exited the room.
Malfoy and Blaise slowly made their way towards the middle of the dungeon each taking a chair beside Rodrick.
Daphne stared up at the decoration, a frown marring her face, Rodrick had Cassius and his two friends completely stunned, for one thing, two they were all hanging with a rope tied around their middle while attached to the ceiling. They looked like three pinatas. She turned to Rodrick about to start.
"They attacked Tori." The simple sentence quickly changed her view. She stared at Rodrick before glancing up towards the three idiots and casting off a spell at each one.
Malfoy laughed out loud the moment the three pinatas started glowing.
"Might as well get some use out of them," She huffed before taking a seat right beside Rodrick, her hand going through his hair.
"Astoria?" She questioned worriedly.
"Waiting for the headmaster," Rodrick remarked, "Can't help her without his permission..." he added on.
Malfoy shared a glance with Blaise, an ecstatic look on his face. All around them Slytherins of all years stared at them, stared at Rodrick Grindelwald's final move as he fully took over the house of snakes.