Chapter Twelve: Of Raging Storms

The heavy-set storm that had taken hold of the castle earlier that evening continued roaring on into the late hours of the night. Every now and then, the sound of thunder would interrupt the still-quiet of the bleak corridor and a blinding flash of white light would overtake the darkness of the night and come crashing in through the tall windows of the hospital wing.

Xander was standing with his back against the wall, looking down aimlessly on Hugo and Hannah, both of whom had settled on one of the hard wooden benches that lined the corridor some time ago, and then fallen asleep there not much later, fingertips suspiciously close to one another's, though not quite touching.

"Hey - Any news?"

Xander whirled around at the sound of Oscar's voice. He'd come walking from the other side of the corridor, Mason Fleet by his side. The two of them had been there earlier, along with a couple other friends of theirs, but they'd all gone off searching for Nia the moment they'd realized none of them had seen her in hours.

Xander shook his head. "Harry's in there though now," he thought to add, motioning vaguely at the closed doors in front of them.

It must have occurred to Oscar, as it had occurred to Xander, that Harry's presence only confirmed the seriousness of the situation, because his jaw tightened further. He leaned back against one of the tall windows, the storm raging on behind him, and screwed his eyes shut.

Mason gave his shoulders a soft shake. "Hey - stop that already."

Oscar's dark brown eyes blinked open. "Stop what?"

He eyed him pointedly. "Blaming yourself for not having been there with Lily tonight."

Xander felt his breath suckered out of him. The words had not been an accusation - they hadn't even been directed at him - but guilt had made them feel exactly that. The ugly thought that had been sitting heavily inside his chest began to spread out to the rest of him, regret filling every corner of his being, and the terrible truth echoed loudly inside of him; I should've been there tonight.

Oscar's frown had deepened. "I shouldn't have ever let the girls go down there without me. It was a Slytherin party, for Godric's sake. I should've been there with them. Now Nia's missing and Lily's-"

Mason made a comforting shushing sound, pulling him towards himself, and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Thunder erupted once more. A violent wave of light flooded the corridor. Then it was all darkness and shadows again. Oscar's face remained buried in Mason. When he spoke, his voice was muffled by the other boy's shoulder, though the resentment in his voice was all too clear. "I knew Edward Ballard wasn't to be trusted."

Mason sighed heavily. "Oscar," he started, tentatively. "That's not fair." Oscar withdrew from him quickly, scowling already. Mason insisted, "This wasn't his fault. Edward cares about Lily. He really does."

"Yeah?" Oscar gestured widely around them. "Where is he then?" He shook his head before Mason could respond. "Mace, I know you want to believe the best in him - That you're always looking to believe the best in everyone - But Edward Ballard has always been a shitty person, and it's no coincidence that Lily ended up unconscious on the one night she-"

"It was though," said Mason, not stubbornly, just like he was incapable of allowing injustices to fall on people who did not deserve them. "He would've never done anything to hurt her. You don't know him like I do."

This seemed to be the wrong thing to say. Oscar took a step backwards. Mason groaned, as if already regretting his choice of words. "I just meant," he tried again, "he's a good person. His father might have some complicated beliefs but-"

"Complicated?" echoed Oscar, looking dumbfounded. "There's nothing 'complicated' about prejudice, Mace. There's nothing 'complicated' about the people who believe in it either. It's fucked up. They're fucked up. If Ballard was anywhere halfway decent, if he cared at all about Lily, he would've been here, waiting to see - needing to know - how she was doing. Instead, he packed up and went off running home, and if you want to believe whatever shitty story he comes back with, that's on you, but don't expect me to pretend to understand, not anymore."

He was a little out of breath by the time he had finished speaking. Mason blinked back, looking a little hurt, and very much speechless. Xander, however, had felt the emptiness inside of him give a jolt, and he suddenly felt like he had plenty to say, rage filling him.

"Ballard left Hogwarts?"

Oscar turned towards him, almost as if surprised to see him still standing there. He nodded slowly. Before either of them could say another word, however, the doors of the ward were pushed open. Reagan walked out first, preceded only by his wooden cane. McGonagall and Harry followed close behind, a look of exhaustion on both their faces.

"I am not at all pleased at having been coerced into-" Reagan had been saying just before McGonagall caught sight of the crowd of teenagers standing in front of them and interrupted him mid-sentence to assure them all, "Miss Potter is doing well."

Xander had not realized his heart had gone missing, not until it was back inside his chest, beating.

"What happened to her though?" Hugo had jumped to his feet, all evidence of sleep erased from his face. He was looking only at his uncle, his brown eyes wide-awake and determined, and Xander knew that now that he had been assured of his cousin's well-being, his concern would shift into making sure no harm ever came her way again.

Reagan eyed him impatiently, the way he might've looked at them if one of them had asked a particularly daft question in the middle of one of his lectures. "That is hardly your concern," he started to say but Harry looked him in the eye and told him the truth, "She was poisoned. It was Vittamorits."

There was a collective draw of breaths.

Mason had paled significantly. "That's the poison they've been using on muggleborns, isn't it?"

He'd worded it as a question, but they'd all already known the answer to that. The Daily Prophet had done a poor job in presenting information in a fair and truthful manner, but they had divulged the fact that the poison had been used solely on muggleborns.

Hannah blinked, perplexed. "But, Mr. Potter, sir, Lily isn't a muggleborn."

At this, Reagan finally let out a breath of annoyment, his patience all but spent. "Mr. Potter is well aware of his daughter's blood lineage, Miss Archer," he retorted rather bluntly. "I reckon he's had enough of a tiresome night without having to entertain such impertinent questioning by a flock of nosey children."

Hannah went scarlet. Harry looked at her kindly. "It does not make much sense, no," he told her, "but I'm afraid we'd drive ourselves mad, trying to make sense of evil." Reagan shot Harry a look of deep annoyment. Harry struck out his hand in front of him. "I do appreciate all your help tonight, Professor Reagan."

Reagan looked down at his hand with disdain but then shook it none-the-less. "I can only hope you don't soon forget tonight's events, Auror Potter."

Harry paused, as if a sudden thought had only just struck him, then his face sombered. "I can assure you that I will never."

McGonagall cleared her throat, and Harry let go of the old man's hand. "Well then," she said, addressing the rest of them, "I'd like a word with you two, Mr. Weasley - Miss Archer, but the rest of you should be off to bed. You're welcome to return during visitation hours. I suspect Miss Potter will be well enough to see you then."

"Headmistress," Oscar stepped out from behind Hugo and Mason, "we haven't seen Nia since dinnertime…"

McGonagall's lips thinned. She looked older somehow, thinner, more feeble, the lines of her face more deeply marked. "Follow me to my office as well, Mr. Knight." She turned to Harry one last time, her expression softening. "Safe travels tonight, Harry. Please do try to keep yourself out of trouble."

Harry gave her a weary smile. "As always, Professor."

The crowd dispersed in different directions, but Xander remained rooted in place, unable to move in one direction or another. He had felt it before, the fear that was consuming him now. He had felt it every time a nightmare would awaken him at night, even though he could not remember it the next day. He had felt it that summer, when news of the attack on Connerton had reached him. He had felt it the night he had overheard the conversation between Harry, Ron, and Teddy, and they had called them by name - Clarifiers. But that fear had felt like pending doom, like an incoming wave, coming at him, but from far away. Tonight, however, that wave had come crashing down on him, and now he was drowning underneath it.

"Xander."

Harry's hand was gentle on his shoulder but it startled him all the same. Everyone else had left but Harry had stayed behind with him, watching him carefully.

"We need to find whoever did this," said Xander, the one thing he was sure about.

Harry sighed heavily, as if he had been afraid this was the direction the conversation would take. "I know, and we will, but you need to trust that the Headmistress will handle this appropriately."

"Will that include truth serums?"

Harry gave him a look.

Xander pushed on, stubbornly. "Legilimency then?"

"You already know that it is prohibited-"

"Then I don't trust this is being handled appropriately," said Xander, just as a violent crash of thunder sounded off above them.

"Xander…" He had turned around to face the mirror but Harry was holding him back by the arm, forcing him to look back at him. "There is a reason the Ministry no longer allows those types of methods during investigations. They are not ethical-"

"Ethical?" spluttered Xander. "Who gives a shit about ethics? They poisoned her. They could've killed-"

He stopped abruptly, a pressure erupting in his chest. The very thought that Lily could've been hurt - really hurt - made him feel nauseous. Harry also had gone an awful shade of green, and Xander suddenly remembered how difficult these past couple of hours must have been for him, how frightening. "I'm sorry," said Xander, his voice softening, "but I don't think we should waste any time finding the culprit, no matter the means."

Harry thought about this for a moment and then he said, slowly and drawn out, "Wrongfulness never corrects wrongfulness, and it would be wrong to risk invading half a dozen innocent minds before finding the one holding the crime."

"What of that?" said Xander, not bothering to pretend to understand. "If they do not have anything to hide, I don't think they should mind it very much."

"We all have something to hide," said Harry evenly. "Even I. Even you. I would deeply regret you walking into my mind without my permission, and I reckon you'd likely feel the same if I were to intrude on your most private thoughts."

"I wouldn't have minded it," scoffed Xander, but then, almost immediately, he thought of Lily, and how his eyes tended to travel down her body, and how the sound of her laughter always brought about pulling sensation deep inside of him, and of the fact that he had ran away from her tonight - like the coward that he was - instead of following her down to the dungeons to ensure her safety…

Shame made his whole face feel hot.

He ran a hand over his face, forcing his mind out of those thoughts. "The Ministry's found an antidote then?"

Harry shook his head. "No. Professor Reagan is the only known wizard, in Great Britain at least, that has ever successfully brewed an antidote for it, but Hermione has issues with his past and has not allowed him access to our laborites. In any case, even though he's attempted passing written instructions for it, the charms required are complicated, and we're nowhere near managing them."

"But Lily will be alright?"

Harry nodded. "We were lucky. Professor Reagan had a single dose of antidote left in his possession."

"He did?" said Xander, growing curious.

"He did, yes. He claimed to have been saving it in case someone of high political importance - such as Hermione - was ever attacked. He believes it to be a likely next sequence of events."

Xander's eyes went wide and Harry shrugged as if this was not something that required alarment. "We'd thought of the possibility already. Proper precautions are being taken. In any case Professor Reagan was not keen on handing out his one dose to Lily. He thought it would be a waste to spend such a valuable resource on a seventeen-year-old-girl whose life mattered so little in the grand scheme of things."

A coldness swept over Xander. He stared at the closed doors in front of him. He could picture her, laying there, the red of her hair spilling over her pillow. He had never thought of Reagan as a cruel man, but he didn't think he would ever again think of him as anything but that.

"How did you convince him?"

Harry pressed his lips together in what Xander could only assume was a lame attempt at a small smile. "We have something of a history, Reagan and I. I'll tell you about it one day, but tonight would not be a good time for it. I will say this, Professor Reagan was not wrong to say he was coerced into going against his better judgment."

"It was the right thing to do," said Xander.

Harry only stared out the window, a frown on his face. Xander turned, thinking he might've seen something out there that had upsetted him, but there was nothing to be seen other than the storm, and then Harry said, "There are other victims, who have been abandoned in a limbo of nightmares for far longer than Lily, who are growing closer and closer to death with every hour that they pass in such a state. They deserved the antidote too… There are other fathers, other daughters, who are suffering, but I chose myself, my daughter, over them… I will find a way to get Reagan access to the ingredients he is missing, but that will not change the selfishness of the decisions made tonight…"

Xander studied him carefully. "Do you regret it, Harry?"

Harry took so long to answer, Xander had begun to think that he might not at all. But then another roll of thunder crashed into the night and a flash of lightning filled the sky, revealing both of their reflections on the tall window in front of them, both of them standing side by side, not so different from each other after all.

"No," Harry said, ever so quietly, "I do not."

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Down in the dungeons, there was no evidence of the chaotic thunderstorm that continued to rattle the walls of the castle upstairs. Instead, a cold stillness filled the long, gloomy corridor, interrupted only by the wispy flickering of the green-lit sconces lined up against the stoney walls and the muffled sound of Xander's footsteps as he made his way down to his dormitory.

"Where are you going?"

Xander spun around, startled by the voice. There was no one to be seen and, for the briefest of moments, he was almost convinced that he had hallucinated the voice, but then yet another voice joined the first, coming seemingly out of nowhere as well, "What the fuck is it to you? Go back to your friends and their obnoxious prejudice and let me be, would you?"

"Siles - hold on!"

Xander could make them out now, the two shadowy figures that had come out of the dungeon cave that led down to Reagan's office and that was definitely out of bounds for students. Kat was holding on to Nia's wrist. Even in the poorly-lit light, Xander could make out the hesitancy in her features. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?"

Nia jerked herself away. "Like I would want anyone to know that-" She paused suddenly, her eyes landing on Xander. "Vandenberg," she said, clearly taken back by his presence, "what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" said Xander, frowning back at them. The two girls looked at each other, and then back at him. They were still wearing their party dresses from the night before but their make-up had smeared around their eyes and their hair had become tangled messes. Xander shook his head and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Nevermind," he said. "I don't actually want to know. People are looking for you though."

"For me?" said Kat, still looking at him confusedly, as if unsure that he was actually really there, and not just a project of her imagination.

Xander shook his head and looked at Nia. "Oh shit," she said, screwing her face together. "Lily."

Kat leaned back against the wall and rolled her eyes. "You better hurry on back to your little Queen Bee then, Siles. Else she might have you replaced with another Minion-in-Waiting."

Nia spun around to glower at her, some insult or another sitting at the tip of her tongue, but Xander cut her off, too bloody exhausted for any of this. "Lily's not the one looking for you. Haven't you heard?"

"Heard what?" Nia retorted, her glare still directed at Kat.

"Siles - Lily was poisoned last night."

It was rather alarming how quickly all color had drained from her face. "What?" she choked out, her voice trembling. "Lily was - what? How? When? Who?" She looked suspiciously close to tears, which would've been understandable in anyone else, but actually quite pitiful in Nia Siles, who had a reputation for being tough enough to border on cruel.

"She's alright now," Xander assured her, "but Knight and the rest of them have been searching for you all night."

Nia cursed softly beneath her breath and then she was storming out of the dungeons without another word at either of them.

For a moment, Xander considered going back out that way as well. He wanted to go all the way back to Lily, to wait by her side until she opened her eyes, to have her run her fingers through his hair and assure him that it had all been just a terrible dream, as she had so often for him when they had been children, but even if Madame Cupperie were to have allowed him inside the closed-door ward, he was quite certain he would've been the very last person Lily would be interested in having near her.

"Are you okay?"

Kat had peeled herself away from the wall and reached for his arm gently. The concern on her face was genuine enough but there was too much anger inside of him for him to be able to feel anything other than hate, for her, and for every single other Slytherin, because he was sure it had been one of them who had attempted against Lily, and since he did not the name of the one, he hated them all with equal vengeance.

"What do you care?"

He walked away and left her standing there, staring out at him, and looking so infinitely lost, he might've felt ashamed of himself, and sorry for her, if he had bothered turning back around at all.

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Even with her eyes closed, the world seemed to be spinning in fast circles, and their words were spinning too, stretching oddly in her mind, forming shapeless sounds in uneven pitches that pulled apart tightly and then sprung back together into concrete words.

"She's waking up!" cried a cheerful voice, from far away, from another world, another reality.

"About time too," scoffed another voice, displeased. "Madame Cupperie said she was supposed to have woken up thirty minutes ago. It's so like Lily to run late to everything though, isn't it?"

"Oh hush it already, Molly." Hugo was a blur of large brown eyes and bushy red hair. He smiled as he watched her open her eyes. "Hiya, Lily."

Lily opened her mouth to speak but the words stuck in her throat like jagged uneven bricks. Hugo wasn't the only figure hovering over her. Now that her sight was starting to focus, she could make out the rest of them: Hannah besides Hugo, Syana and Nia on their opposite side; Lucy was sitting crossed leg on the foot of her bed, rolling her eyes at her older sister; Lorcan had been resting his head on her shoulder but he perked up and smiled brightly at the sight of Lily awakening; Oscar had been deep in conversation with Auggie and Lysander, but the three of them turned towards her now.

Lily looked past them confusedly. She was in the hospital wing. But she couldn't remember what had brought her there. "How long have I been here?" she asked, her voice feeling like sandpaper against her throat.

Lysander reached for her hand and pressed his fingers tightly on her palm, an uncharastically solemn look on his face. "It's been ten years…"

"What?"

Lily had scrambled up so quickly, the whole room had gone spinning again, and she might've toppled right out of bed had Hugo not reached out to steady her.

"Don't listen to this idiot, Lils," said Lucy, stretching out to smack Lysander on the back of his head.

Lysander smiled sheepishly. "Joking!"

"You had an incident last night, Lily," Oscar explained, also scowling in Lysander's direction, "and was brought into the hospital wing. How are you feeling?"

Lily genuinely had no idea how to answer his question. Everything kept coming in and out of focus. "What happened?"

Oscar frowned. "You don't remember?"

She shook her head. Memories from last night were starting to cycle in but they were no more clear than the images around her now. She could remember the Slytherin party, and Edward leaning at the bar top, and Nia dancing with her, and bats flying over her head, and Xander leaning on the edge of the boat, his blue eyes wide with wonder at the sight of Hogwarts - but no, that had not been last night, that had been years ago…

She buried her face in the palm of her hands, feeling more confused than ever.

"Alright, alright, that's enough, you lot," said Hugo. "You're overwhelming her."

They'd all been trying to catch up on the happenings of last, even the twins and Lucy, who had not been to the Slytherin common room but who had heard all about it from the gossip that was already making its rounds around the castle, and Molly, who had been there, but only until this morning, after the Prefects had been tasked with going in there and bringing out all leftover bottles from the night before and bring them forth to Professor Reagan for examination.

Nia reached out to run her fingers through her hair delicately. "Your hair's a bloody mess, Lils," she muttered, but softly, like she was feeling more scared than she would've liked to admit.

Auggie shuffled her hair playfully. "I like it messy like that."

"Auggie - no." Lily swatted his hand away, more so because all the shaking was making her dizzy than because she could bring herself to care much about her appearance at the present moment.

Hugo studied her carefully. Then he said, "I think we should let Lily get some rest."

Lily automatically reached for her cousin's arm, the fear of loneliness coming for her the moment the rest of them stood up to leave, but Hugo had only settled deeper into her bed, his free hand holding the hands that had wrapped themselves round his one arm, as if though he had planning to stay behind with her all along.

"I don't remember much at all," she admitted in a low mumble, once the two of them were alone, "and my mind feels all fuzzy."

"It's alright," Hugo reassured her soothingly. "Get some sleep. I'll stay right here with you."

And so then she did just that.

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It was winter; ice pellets hung from the edge of the rooftops across the street; the door to the room flung open so violently, Xander was sure it was the blizzard itself coming to swallow them whole; then he was standing inside a small closet, a pantry, and a shapeless figure was holding tightening to his wrist; he was crying out, pleading, trying to pull away. "Mommy - no. I won't use magic. Please. I promise - I won't." She was crying too, apologizing. He could feel it, the horrendous pain of having magic stripped away from him.

"I love you, my little darling. I love you so much."

"Xander!"

The pair of hands that shook his shoulders finally busted him out of the incoherent cycle of images and into the darkness of his room in the Slyterin common room. He buried his head into her neck instinctively, expecting to find Lily, needing the warmth of her red hair, the promise of her green eyes, but then the hands pushed him away, gently but firmly. "Xander?"

In the darkness, he started to make out the features that made up Kat Buldstrode; Xander stared back at her, trying to make sense of her being here, as well as trying to remember the last bit of his nightmares. He failed miserably at both things. "What are you doing in here?" he snapped, jumping out of his bed.

Kat looked back at his room's door hesitantly. "Please don't be angry with me…" she started, swallowing nervously. Xander looked back at the door as well. Seventh-year Slytherins boys had their own bedrooms, and though nobody ever went to each other's rooms without permission, Xander always ensured that his door remained locked anyways. He felt angry with her already. "But I need you to do me a favor-"

"Already no," said Xander heatedly. He raised his wand to draw his window curtains open. He'd fallen asleep without noticing but it must've turned daytime during that time because light filtered through the waters of the lake outside his window. He wondered if Lily had woken up already. He wondered if Hugo was with her now. He wondered if she would've mind very much if he had gone to see her - and automatically knew the answer to that very last thought.

Kat looked at him pleadingly. "I told Anthony that I spent the night with you. Don't give me up, yeah?"

When Xander could only think to stare at her blankly, Kat thought to include, "Please."

Since the last time he'd seen her, she had showered and changed and brightened up. Dark waves of dark brown hair laced with emerald green strands came down over her shoulders, and she was wearing a modest little black dress that was quite proper and very unlike her.

"You're fucking with me, right?"

"No." She grinned at him cheekily. "But could you pretend that I am?"

Xander scowled at her, not finding her comment the least bit humorous. There was a knock on their door. From the other side of it, Anthony Knott called out, "Vandenberg - are you in there? Come on out, you bloody coward." He sounded drunk, his words angry and slurred, which was not unusual behavior for him but annoying all the same.

Xander hung his head back, deeply irritated. "Listen," he said sharply, "I don't know what game you think you're playing at - if you're trying to make him jealous or what - but I'm not-"

"I'm not, I'm not!" said Kat, jumping out of his bed and rushing out to his side. She bit hard on the bottom of her lip, as if unsure of how much she wanted to share. Anthony knocked on their door again, and Kat finally swept her hair behind her back to expose her neck. The love bite sitting on the curve of it was easy to make out.

"He saw this," she started to explain, her hair falling back over it, "and I - Well, I panicked and told him that it'd been you, and that we'd started seeing each other again."

Xander buried his face into his hands, his next question came out sounding muffled and every bit as tired as he felt, "Why?"

"Because you and I have a history and so it sounded believable?" said Kat, shrugging hopelessly. "Because you could handle him? Because if he were to find out who really did it, it would piss him off to a dangerous degree."

"Well that sounds like a you problem," said Xander, bringing his hands down, "and I currently have zero headspace for problems that don't directly pertain to me."

"Wait!"

Xander's hand had gone to the knob when Kat inserted herself between himself and the door; Anthony was still banging on his door. She ran her tongue over her lips. "I know why you're so angry with me right now, Xander. I know you think Lily Potter was poisoned by one of us." It was, he did, and hearing her say this outloud, putting concrete shape into the thought, made him feel even more furious at all of them.

"It wasn't though," said Kat hurriedly. "At least I don't think so." Xander rolled his eyes, not believing her, and twisted on the doorknob. Kat leaned back against the door before he could pull it open. "But if it was," she rushed on, "I could find out exactly who it was for you."

She must've sensed his shift in stance because her shoulders relaxed somewhat, her voice gaining confidence. "We are having a dinner party at the Ballards tonight, to celebrate that he's officially in the running for Minister for Magic. We have loads of dinner parties like these. The Sacred Families. I can help you figure out if any of them had anything to do with what happened to Potter… if you help me keep Anthony from finding out what really happened last night, that is."

Xander's hand fell from the doorknob. He wasn't interested in partaking in that little ruse, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Lily being poisoned had been a part of something larger, and he was in deep urgent need of finding out who had done it. He waved his wand, muting Anthony, who had continued on calling his name from the other side of the door.

"Who did that to you anyways?" Xander sighed defeatedly, gesturing to her neck. "What could've possibly pissed Knott off more than thinking you're shagging a bloke with questionable bloodlines?" When Kat looked down at her shoes embarrassedly, he ventured to guess, "It was a Hufflepuff, wasn't it?"

He'd almost meant it as a joke, but Kat shook her head and said, "She's a Gryffindor."

For a moment, Xander could only look at her. Then, he remembered. "Siles?" Even as he said it, he didn't quite believe it, and he would've likely pushed that ridiculous thought out of his mind entirely if a blush hadn't crept straight across her cheeks. "Kat - You're not serious?"

"Why?" said Kat, her hands landing on her hips, and her eyes raising up definitely at him. "Because she's a girl?"

"Because you two hate each other."

"It was a one night thing," Kat said, tossing her hair back and crossing her arms across her chest. "It wasn't anything. Besides, you're one to talk. You're always arguing with Potter and yet it was her name you kept whimpering when I came in..."

Xander felt his face run red. He opened and closed his mouth but no words came out, no convincing way to deny that Lily was the one he wanted, even in his sleep. "I did not whimper," he finally managed to scoff, but even to himself, it sounded like an idiotic thing to say.

Kat smirked at him. "Relax, Xander. Your secret's safe with me."

Xander pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why do I feel like I'm making a deal with the devil?"

Kat laughed. "Only a fellow Slytherin, Vandenberg."

But really, Xander couldn't help but think, it was all one and the same.