Ch Six: Old Ways Die Hard
The note had said 'You should expect more packages of the like in the coming future', but it had been just over three months before the two "acquaintances" received another package.
As suddenly as last time, the two owls flew in but this time the two recipients were sitting at opposite ends of the Slytherin House Table. They didn't really need to struggle against the each other though, because the moment the girls saw the figure they ran, full speed to the center of the table. But the talented Slytherin Keeper beat them to it. Nora Malfoy snatched the package from the air just as Maliegha was about to catch it. "Nora, can I have that?" Maliegha demanded, not really asking. "No Mal, you can't!" retorted Nora.
"Come one Nora, hand it over. It's not yours," Lenie chimed in.
"No, you'll open it. That other one must have seriously altered your memories-" "It did no such thing!" Lenie cut in. "-because you're different. And I won't do it. You can't have it."
"Nora as your older sister, and more importantly as Head Girl, I demand you hand over the package that doesn't belong to you." "Nooo!" Nora bellowed, her voice echoing the Great Hall. Everyone had stopped to watch as Nora Malfoy ran from the hall, the mystery package tucked under her arm. Leniera and Maliegha just stood dumb folded at the scene until Lenie questioned, "Aren't you going to go after her?"
"Why me? Nora doesn't listen to me. According to her, I'm just as big of a disgrace as the rest of my family." Maliegha snapped. "She thinks you're a damn little angel. A princess, just like her. You go knock some sense, and respect into her, because I can't do it!"
"Me? How the hell would I know how to go about such a matter? You're her sister. I'm only child remember? Or is that information not capable of being retained in your pea sized brain?"
"What's going on?" A very confused Delia Marsh appeared beside Leniera, voicing the question just about everyone was thinking. "You all should stay out of this," piped up Paisly Everett. "No YOU should stay out of this Everett. What would you know anyways?" inquired Leah Mink as she stepped in place next to her own best friend. "Plenty, Mink, plenty," Paisly replied, turning her full attention back to her breakfast.
"As far as you know," stated Mal suddenly. "What's that supposed to mean?" Lenie shot back. "How can you be so sure you're an only child? I mean you don't have a father, so maybe your mother got around more than you think!"
That's when Leniera had had enough. She raised her hand, and smacked Maliegha as hard as she could across the face. Maliegha was about to fight back when a petrified scream reached the Great Hall. Maliegha lost interest in the fights and bolted towards the noise, closely followed by Lenie. They saw Nora near the entrance to the Slytherin common room, collapsed on the cold, hard floor, her body twitching furiously. Hermione Granger and Minerva McGonagall brushed past the crowd of curious students. Hermione magicked a stretched and levitated the mangled girl onto it as Minerva McGonagall stuttered, "It looks almost like… like…" "Crucio," finished Hermione Granger, the words leaving her lips in no more than a whisper.
Hermione Granger took Nora Malfoy to the Hospital Wing, where a furious Madame Pomfrey, let out a rant. "In all my years. Dementors and Dragons and Deatheaters. What's happened to her?" She asked the Headmistress. "I'm not sure. She ran from the Great Hall, after a dispute with her sister, and my daughter in fact. What did you girls do?" Hermione Granger rounded on the two seventeen year old who had followed her to the Infirmary.
"Nothing, Mum. Honest," Lenie stated as she felt Maliegha shift positions, making sure no one saw the package behind her back. "Is Nora going to be all right?" questioned Mal.
"I'm sure-" Hermione began but was cut off by Madame Pomfrey. "She needs to go to St. Mungo's, Miss Granger. There is nothing I can do here." The color drained from Maliegha's face.
"If you would please arrange it, Madame Pomfrey, I will go see to it that her father is informed." And without another look back Hermione Granger was gone. "Surely you two have class," stated an unhappy Madame Pomfrey. The girls nodded and left.
"We can't open it," stated Lenie once they were in the hallway. "Look what it did to Nora; just imagine what it will do to us!"
"Actually I'm afraid of what will happen if we don't open it. I think were too far in. I think whoever's sending us these things are going to make us find out one way or another."
"How are you so calm?" Lenie queried. "Aren't you scared?"
"Malfoys don't get scared," Maliegha replied simply and quickened her pace. After several seconds she was out of Leniera's sight, leaving the girl in a dazed stupor. 'But your not scared either,' A voice inside Lenie's head said. 'Your worried, but not scared. You don't get scared either.'
Maliegha sat on her bed with her legs crossed under her. Lenie, sitting beside her in an identical position. They had just gone through the two boxes of papers they had received, again.
"How are we supposed to know what we're looking for? All we know is that Voldemort and Harry Potter killed each other, and that my mother and Draco Malfoy are school dropouts fought on different sides of the war!"
"I have a theory, about your mother and my father. I mean, I think I know why we needed to learn about them, and I think I know where Voldemort and Harry come in. I think that they were... err... involved with each other after-" "Voldemort and Harry were involved with each other?" "Don't be stupid Maliegha I mean our parents. My father, your mother." Maliegha paused. "I think Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were involved with eachother." "Really, Maliegha, involved? They hated each other; that much we know! Besides, my mother wouldn't lie to me like that!"
"Really, Leniera, wouldn't lie to you like that?" mimicking what Lenie had done. "Then how come you don't know who your father is? Maybe I was right and she is a tramp!"
"Don't you dare talk about my mother like that! She is not. And for your theory to be upheld, Draco Malfoy must have been the same way. So I'm assuming Nora and Braiden's mother is tramp then? That's how you can justify your theory because you know that's what he goes for!"
"My mother WAS NOT a tramp!"
"But she wasn't YOUR mother, now was she!" And at that Lenie stamped from the room.
The next few days had been rough for Mal and Lenie; things had been as they had always been. It was the greatest surprise to everyone, well except for Lenie, when Mal took out her favorite quill during Transfiguration class. This quill had been the one that a delicate black and silver ribbon was attached to with a permanent sticking charm. Leah Link was so excited when she saw it that she emitted a tiny squeak from her mouth.
"Miss Link? Is there something you would like to share with the class? No? Good, because I do not like when students interrupt my class, particularly during a N.E.W.T's class. You are three months from your final examination and playing around is not acceptable. But since you are such an adept on the transfiguration of our lesson, Miss Link, I expect an essay on it, because surely you know what one I am talking about if you can pay attention to Miss Malfoy before you pay attention to me! The essay should be at least a foot and a half, due next class." Professor McGonagall spoke angrily. "Now everyone back to the lesson. Oh, and twenty points from Slytherin." She added.
After class, Leah began talking at a hundred miles an hour. "It's back on! Yes. Stupid Granger. Good Job, Mal! I knew you would come around…" That's all Mal heard before her world went black... again.
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