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A/N: Okay! This is the new, completed version of chapter 13. I'll try to work on the next chapter, but I'm going off what I've already got written for this story right now as I seem to have misplaced my notebook with all my notes and outlines in it. I'll try not to make you guys wait so very long next time. Sorry everyone.
CHAPTER 13
"Blaise, what are we going to do? Professor Dumbledore and the others have already decided that Harry and Draco are guilty! Who did this? How are we going to prove they didn't do it?" Hermione said softly, looking over at her friend.
Blaise looked at Hermione and sighed. They were sitting in the Slytherin Common Room trying to decide how to help their friends. He shook his head and silently cursed whoever was responsible for the attack on Weasley. Blaise heard laughter and looked to his right to see Theodore Nott laughing with a couple of seventh year boys. They looked pretty smug about something.
'I know those three are Voldemort supporters. Could they have something to do with this? We'll have to keep an eye on them.'
"Hermione, we'll figure it out. I'm sure Harry and Draco have been put on suspension and locked into their own set of rooms. That's the procedure. But you know they'll probably just enjoy it. We'll have to do some investigating on our own," Blaise said, putting a hand on Hermione's shoulder to get her attention. He locked eyes with her, and purposefully turned his eyes onto Theodore Nott and his two friends. Hermione followed his eyes with her own and narrowed them at the three students.
"Well, Hermione, my dear, will you accompany me to Professor Lupin's office to discuss my project?" Blaise said loudly, standing up and offering Hermione a hand.
"Of course, Blaise. With Harry and Draco in lock up, I need to talk to him about our project as well."
Once they were out of the common room, Blaise led Hermione to Professor Snape's room. They knocked on the door and waited as they heard footsteps approach.
"Yes?" Professor Snape queried, opening the door and seeing the two students standing there.
"We need to talk, Sir. It's important," Blaise said.
Professor Snape let them in and warded the room for privacy just to be safe.
"Well?" he demanded, sitting in a large black, overstuffed chair by the fireplace.
"It's about Harry and Draco," Blaise began, "Hermione, Pansy, and I locked Harry and Draco into the Room of Requirement shortly after dinner last night. There is no way they are responsible for the attack on Weasley."
"Do you have any worthy suspects, Mr. Zabini?"
"I do, Sir. Theodore Nott and two Seventh year Slytherins were laughing smugly about something in the common room a short while ago. They are three of the known Voldemort supporters."
"I see. Well, I will investigate this matter thoroughly. If you should acquire any more information, Mr. Zabini, you will, of course, bring it to my attention immediately."
"Yes, Sir."
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"Harry."
Shake, shake.
"Harry!"
Shake, shake.
"Harry! I know vampires prefer night, but wake up!"
"Harry, if you don't wake up right now, I'm going to tell Dumbledore that you have a crush on him."
"You're going to WHAT?" Harry exclaimed, sitting up in bed. He blinked sleepily at Draco and then glared at him as he started laughing.
"Why are you making me get up? We don't have to go to any classes. We don't have to the Great Hall. Why can't I sleep? Hey, wait. Do I smell food?"
"Yes, you moron. That's why I was waking you up," Draco said, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. He walked over to the table covered in food and sat down.
Harry stretched and yawned before climbing out of bed and walking over to join Draco.
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Professor Snape stalked the halls of Hogwarts, his black robes flaring out behind him like great black wings. He glared at every student he passed as he stormed to the Slytherin common room. He snarled the password and strode through the door.
"What is going on around here?" he spoke, looking around as every student in the room looked up at him.
"I know that Potter and Malfoy are not stupid enough to physically attack Weasley in the way it was done. I also know that no matter how angry he is, Potter would never leave Weasley for dead. So I ask again, what is going on?"
The students looked around the room at each other quietly, no one said a word. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by laughter coming down the stairs, and with it, the sound of footsteps. Three voices could be heard talking loudly as their owners came closer to the silent common room.
"Hey, Theo, did you send a letter to your dad to tell him how it went?" A voice asked.
"Of course I did," Theodore Nott's voice replied, "He's already wrote me back, too. He says that our Lord was quite pleased with how we handled things. I hope Dumbledore expels the two mudblood lovers."
"Heh, yeah. I hope he does too, but do you really think he'd expel his 'Golden Boy'?" a third voice said.
Everyone in the common room stared at the stairwell as the voices grew closer. A few of the students chanced a glance at Professor Snape and were immediately glad they were not one of the ones in the stairwell. All the occupants of the common room watched as the three boys walked into the common room still talking and laughing, none of them noticed the silence or the anger blazing in the eyes of their Head of House.
"So, Weasel is gonna be laid up for a couple of days. I heard someone say that Potter and Malfoy are suspended at the moment. Hey, Blake, great job on those healing potions and salves. That Weasel has a hard head. I almost thought I broke my hand," Theo said laughing.
The three students walked into the middle of the common room and stopped as they noticed someone standing there. All three of them looked up at their Head of House, surprise showing briefly on their faces.
"Hello, Professor Snape," Theo said, smirking.
"You three are to come with me, now!" Professor Snape snarled, his robes flailing around him as he turned around and stormed out of the common room.
The three boys looked at each other in confusion then followed after the professor.