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Phoebe sat contentedly in the Slytherin Common room, enjoying the warm fire, not that it did much for the chill of the dungeons, but she would get used to it. She felt so full of joy after her debut, she could barely contain herself. But seeing as it was 1 in the morning she thought it best she waited until morning to unleash her joy. Lost in thought she didn't hear footsteps approach her.
"Well, well. The Headmaster's god daughter, And quite the little singer too. However, I wouldn't have thought you'd end up here, in my house." A slick voice said behind her.
Phoebe jumped and turned around to see a tall, blond, rather handsome boy staring at her with a smirk.
"Neither did he, but, I won that bet now didn't I…what's your name?"
"Draco, Draco Malfoy. You'd be wise to stick close to me and not Potter and his gang."
"Well Draco, you already know my name, so I'll not repeat it. I should tell you, I'll stick close to whomever I choose. And last I heard, Professor Snape was head of 'your' house. Malfoy eh? I've heard of you," Phoebe said, sauntering over to her house mate with a smirk to match his, "I've heard you like to cause trouble but heaven forbid Daddy's little boy get punished."
Draco glared at Phoebe and he opened his mouth to retaliate but Phoebe silenced him by placing her fingers in his lips.
"I wasn't done. Now, don't think that because you've been prince of Slytherin since first year that you'll remain that way. Now, you can either not be a git and become my friend or…be a stupid git and be my enemy. Why do you think I transferred? I grew bored of Salem's severe lack of a social standing. I was top of my class, Head Girl, and on the school Quidditch team. Also, on a side note, dueling champion three years in a row. I wouldn't cross me if I were you gorgeous. We wouldn't want to mar that handsome face of yours. So, what's it going to be? Are you with me or against me?" Phoebe purred in the young mans ear.
"Phoebe, if you're all those things, why do you look like such a…bookworm? And before you hex me, I'm with you." Draco added hurriedly seeing her temper flare.
"I never said I was popular back home did I?" Phoebe said quietly as she walked back to the fire.
"With your voice? And those brains I've heard about? Oh yes, I know who you are. Phoebe Cordelia Winifred Rose. My Father told me all about you, in fact, he'd like to meet you."
"meet me? W-why?" Phoebe stammered, reverting back to her quiet self.
"Because, miss Rose, I find you intriguing." A deep, cool voice said behind her.
Phoebe jumped and turned around to face the fire from which Lucius Malfoy had just emerged from. She quickly fell back into her mask of quiet reserve and waited for the elder Malfoy to speak.
"Thank you Draco, that will be all. Ensure that we aren't interrupted." Lucius ordered his son.
"Yes Father." Draco said with a nod as he left the room.
"Now, Miss Rose, please sit. We have much to discuss." Lucius said smoothly motioning to the chair in front of the fire; he conjured a matching one and sat facing her.
"Please, call me Phoebe; all this 'Miss Rose' makes me feel old." Phoebe said, letting her southern accent hide the shaking of her hands as she sat in the chair.
"Phoebe, I know of your reputation as the smartest witch at Salem Academy and have a…favor to ask of you. I ask you to beat Hermione Granger this year and to help my son's…less the perfect grades. In exchange…well, let's just say I have connections to people in America…People that know where your family lives." Lucius said smirking.
"Are you threatening my family if I don't help your son this year? Beating Hermione..well, I've never met her so for all I know she's smarter than me. But if you think that you can harm my family, you're wrong. You can't harm my family…because…" Phoebe whispered, trailing off, sadness growing in her eyes.
"Because why?" Lucius purred.
"Because they're already dead. That's why I'm here after all. They were murdered 6 months ago. All of them, my parents, my brothers, my sister…even…my…my…"
"Your daughter?" Lucuis interjected smoothly.
"Yes..my daughter Cassandra…wait, how do you know that?!" she asked, her voice rising shrilly.
"I have my sources." Lucuis replied with a smirk.
"You! You know who killed them!" Pheobe shouted, uncaring who heard at this point, she gripped the sides of the chair, "you're going to tell me or else.."
"Or else what?" Lucius purred
"Or else you'll find out what Professor Snape is wary of me, why they had to put me in a cell for three weeks after my family was murdered. I'm in Slytherin for a reason Lucuis Malfoy." Phoebe hissed as she drew herself so her face was centimeters away from the older mans. Her violet eyes had darkened to black and something about her sent shivers down the spine of Lucius, but he didn't give her any reaction.
"Now, Miss Rose, why ever would I tell you that? I will tell you one thing, your daughter is not dead. She is in the care of my wife Narcissa and will remain so until you hold your end of the bargain…if you agree to it that is."
"How do I know you're not lying?"
Lucius grinned and tossed something at her. It was a baby blanket with a lock of strawberry hair, Cassie's hair.
"If you've harmed her, I swear Lucius, no pit of hell will hide you. I'll hold my end of the bargain…you would be wise to hold up yours." Phoebe said as she sat back in the chair, clutching the pink blanket and lock of hair.
"Very well, I knew you'd see my way. Now, if you'll excuse me Miss Rose. I'll see you soon. I'll give Cassandra your love." Lucius said sarcastically. Then he turned and threw some Floo Powder into the fire and muttered "Malfoy Manor" and then he was gone.
Phoebe stood and reached for the nearest object and threw it against the mantel, relishing the sound it made as it shattered.
"I will find you Cassie. I promise. But I need help, and I know just where to get it." Phoebe whispered into the pink blanket before she darted out of the dungeons, shoving past Draco and racing down the corridors of Hogwarts.