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Chap 13

Lyg opened the door and Darren stepped through.

Looking around, he noticed the dark feel of the place as the portrait closed off the light to the hall.

The Slytherin common room was, expectantly, covered in silver and green. The fire was dim and the only light was black torches every so often on the wall.

Darren quietly stepped forward, using his vampire stealth to seem as though a shadow on the wall.

He saw, as in the Gryffindore tower, that there was two staircases, each probably leading to the dormitories.

Stalking over the forest green carpet, Darren scanned the room.

'I wonder…' Darren turned and climbed up the stone stairway to the boy's dormitory.

The halls were dark and the glow from the lanterns made shadows on his face as he moved down the hall, stopping at the door labeled 'Seventh Year'.

Gently grabbing the door, he turned the knob and opened the door without a sound.

Stepping into the sleeping quarters of Draco Malfoy, Darren put on his unemotional mask and stalked over to the side of Mr. Malfoy's bed.

He spotted Draco's trunk and slinked over to it, opening the trunk.

Pushing aside the clothes, he spotted multiple Dark Arts items.

Keeping his unemotional mask, he picked up the items and closed the trunk, walking over to the bed.

Staring icily at the boy in front of him, he reached over with the hand not holding the items and flicked Draco in the middle of the eyes.

The boy sat up with a yelp, hand going to where the painful flick had come.

"Ow! What the-" he was cut off when he noticed a shadowy figure standing at the end of his bed.

Grabbing his wand he pointed it at the stranger.

"Who are you?" glaring; though his eyes flickered in fear.

Darren grinned "An 'old friend' you might say." Disguising his voice to be deeper than it actually was, sounding more frightening and sinister.

"Get out of my room!" Draco climbed out of his bed, wand trained on the shadowy figure.

"I will do no such thing. I had something I must clear up." Darren held out his hand of dark objects "I suppose these are yours?"

Draco gaped at them for a second before his face burned with fury "Where did you get those?"

"I'll take that as a yes. I overheard that you were intending to put them in Mr. Potters luggage to make life hectic for all of us."

Draco glared and sneered "The little prat deserves it too! He wants everything given to him and he uses his family's death as an excuse to get it! He complains and whines about his poor little life but he doesn't think that others might have just as bad, maybe worse, than him." Draco promptly shut his mouth 'I almost let too much out that time.'

Darren caught the comment and stored it away for further contemplating "Have you looked into his life? Have you been in his head and experienced it yourself? No one has the right to judge if they don't know everything, and since no one knows everything, no one should judge another."

Darren stared into Draco's eyes with pity "Then again, since no one really knows about someone else entirely, then appearances can be mistaken. Masks are common Draco, as you may know."

Draco flinched slightly.

"Before making assumptions, try to look past another's mask and find their true self before throwing around such accusations, for not all is as it seems."

Darren threw the dark items on Draco's bed "I would think you would rethink your decision in their use, even their existence. I leave you now, but think about what I have told you. Because," Darren turned towards the door "It may mean someones life one day."

Darren whirled around and bolted forwards and breathed on Draco's face, knocking the boy unconscious.

Darren put the boy back on the bed and tucked him in, moving the dark items back into his bag; Darren turned and exited the dorms and back to the Gryffindore tower.

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Harry woke up and stretched.

He stood and got dressed, waking up the sleepy Ron, they headed downstairs.

"Why does breakfast start so early in the day?" whined Ron as they trekked down the stairs.

"Because then it would be called Lunch Ron" Harry chuckled.

Ron looked about the room and saw a figure lying on the couch by the fire.

He pointed at the figure "Who's that?"

Harry looked over and shrugged, they made their way over to the person's side to see the blue cloak of Darren's rising and falling softly.

They walked over to him; Harry glanced over to the table that held a large pile of papers on it 'Must have stayed up all night finishing it.'

Ron ambled over and poked Darren's arm lightly.

Darren continued to sleep away, oblivious to the world.

Ron poked harder but Darren just snorted and rolled over.

Ron turned to Harry with a questioning glance to which Harry just shrugged and folded his arms over his chest, smirking.

Ron poked Darren's side this time, making the boy twitch.

Grinning evilly, Ron poked again a few times.

Darren groaned and rolled onto his back, hands lying on top of his chest as he slept soundly.

Ron put his face close and poked Darren's side again.

The reaction was immediate, Darren, unconsciously, lifted one of his hands and slapped Ron in the face.

Ron stumbled back and fell on his bum, rubbing his sore nose.

Harry erupted into a fit of giggles, holding his stomach.

Hermione stumbled down the stairs from the girls dorm sleepily "What? Whad I miss?" she yawned.

Harry pointed to Ron, covering his snorts behind one of his hands, tears leaking out from his eyes.

"He slapped me." Ron said dumbfoundely, staring at Darren who lay blissfully ignorant on the couch.

Hermione smiled "Finally." And sauntered out of the common room.

Ron stuck his tongue out at her back and stood up, glaring at Darren.

"Well fine. If he doesn't want breakfast, he can stay here." And Ron hurried out of the common room after Hermione.

Harry was torn between waking the boy or leaving. 'Well, he probably was up all night so I'll let him sleep."

Harry exited the common room and walked down the stairs.

His scar twinged slightly and he rubbed it irritably. "Ya ya, your having a bad day, we all do. Live with it Moldie!'

Harry's eye glazed over as he remembered his dream from the night before.

Flashback A purple face with red eyes glistened in the light of the fire across from a snakelike man with red eyes, no lips and slits for a nose.

"What do you mean he wont accept?" red eyes livid.

The purple face hardened "My lord says he needs more proof of your loyalty."

"What do I have to do to get your Lords support?" the snakelike mans teeth clenched.

The purple faced man looked around furtively "There is something you could do. To ensure that you are loyal."

The snakelike man leaned forward in interest.

The purple faced man leaned in, the fire making shadows dance across his face. "Do not kill Harry Potter."

Harry fell to the ground with a grunt.

'What the-'

Harry looked beside him where Neville lay sprawled on the ground.

"Sorry Harry!" standing and stooping to help Harry up.

"Its ok Neville." Dusting off his pants Harry walked into the Great Hall "I was spaced out anyways."

Neville smiled and sat at the table.

Harry walked further down and sat beside Hermione, Ron sitting across from him.

"Hi Harry, I thought you got lost for a while there." Said Ron in between mouthfuls.

Harry loaded his plate up with waffles, smothering it in butter than putting icing sugar on top.

Hermione bounced in her seat and clapped happily.

Ron raised an eyebrow "What are you doing?"

Hermione frowned at him than smiled "We start P.E. today!" (AN: -cowers- Who could ever look forwards to PE?)

Ron perked up "Really?"

"Ya! Each class goes once every other day for one class." A thoughtful look passed over her face "Though, I have no clue where we are going or how we are getting there."

Ron's jaw dropped sarcastically "What? The great Hermione not knowing something? THE WORLD MUST BE COMING TO AN END! I will now faint dramatically" he faints dramatically.

Hermione kicks Ron's foot "Oh, Stop it Ron! I was just wondering!" she huffs but Harry could see her smile.

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-Sighs- I'm too happy to write a really good plot right now. And more sad news, my headphones are dying do now only one ear works sometimes.

Well, I'm starting something. At the end of all my chapters I'm going to put a riddle. You can try to answer them in your reviews or just have something to think about while I'm trying to update!

Riddle:

With pointed fangs it sits in wait,

With piercing force its doles out fate,

Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might,

Eternally joining in a single bite.

What am I?

I found this one funny because of one of the characters in this story! It's not what you think it is!

-Neko-