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This chapter is kind of short compared to the others, but I decided that it was a good place to leave off.

Sneaks

"Caution young one. Tucked away in bed, you should be. Such anger you project to me. Merely I am a statue!"

The statue of Doyle the Deranged, a very short wizard with afflictions so horrible and unsightly that he was placed rather discreetly in the very last corridor of the dungeons, spoke to her as she passed.

"Shut up you ugly lunatic," hissed Enry, walking briskly to the very end. The statue's eyes rested upon her and did as it was told. The silence was unnerving. Stopping next to a portion of the wall, she grabbed her wand, tapped it, and walked straight through it. If anybody had been watching her, they would've thought she had walked straight into a wall. However, that was not the case. The hidden passage took her left and right. She walked for what seemed like ten minutes before she reached a silver door with a giant snake embossed on the front.

She knocked once, knowing on the other side of the door they were waiting for her. It was Scorpius who opened the door and glared at her. "You're late," he accused, standing between Enry and the room behind him.

"I guess that's what curfew does," she said venomously.

He smirked, a piece of blonde hair falling into his face. "If you're dedicated to this group, White, you wouldn't be so careless as to forget the time."

Enry's face burned, leaving a dark blush on her tanned skin. Her hands coiled into fists around her wand and her eyes stared straight into Malfoy's with a stabbing hate. "I fail to see how any of this is my fault, but if you like, I will leave."

She had barely said the words and had only turned half an inch when Malfoy's hand shot out and grabbed her arm. "I didn't say you had any punishment," he said in a lower voice. A few curious heads turned around to see what the holdup was.

"Let go," she warned, shrugging out of his grip.

"Then get in," he seethed. The two stared at each other for a few moments and then Enry strode past him and sat down at the long handsome table that took up the entire small room.

Scorpius took his place at the head of the table and looked around at the group that he had gathered. A few sixth and seventh year Slytherins were scattered around the table, but mostly Scorpius had managed to gather his fellow classmates. Nabiki, the gorgeous Slytherin girl sat on his left, looking as if she had been to many of these meetings in her life.

"Now that we can finally begin," Scorpius started, turning his head to Enry angrily and then back to the table, "I'd like to welcome you all to the first of many meetings."

There was silence across the table. Enry looked down at the intricate patterns that were carved into the wood. She shouldn't have been at the meeting, but the prospect of facing her angry parents was something she did not want to deal with, so she grudgingly agreed to come to the meeting earlier at dinner.

"A few of you are wondering what exactly it is I am planning to accomplish," Scorpius continued, staring back down at Enry for the second time. "No, I am not trying to kill people, and no, I am not trying to overthrow any government. My purpose is to commit to the Dark Arts. Something must be done, our valuable information about the Dark Arts is banned, thanks to good old Potter."

A dark haired sixth year boy guffawed at the name. Enry raised an eyebrow, but continued to listen carefully.

"My intentions are simple. A gathering if we must of those dedicated to the Dark Arts, the children of Salazaar Slytherin, to unite and bring back the rights of our ancestors knowledge, rightfully bestowed upon us."

Nabiki coughed at that point and, wide-eyed, Scorpius turned to look at her. "Excuse me, Scorpius. You sound like a broken record is all. You've already told us this. That's why we're here. What's our plan?" The girl sat back and smirked, crossed her legs and waited for the answer.

"Well first thing is first right? Make our demands clear. Hurt Potter where it would hurt the most, his precious children."

Nabiki nodded along pleasantly, but Enry's mouth fell open in horror.

"Scorpius, surely you're not implying that we're going to take his children hostage," Enry asked incredulously. The blonde-haired boy smirked at her.

"Of course not, White. We're merely implying that the course of action is clear. Potter will listen to us with his children involved. The Dark Arts is something we need to take back, and I will use any means to get it that way."

A few people around the table leaned to talk to one another but Enry did not take herself away from Scorpius' eyes. "So what exactly do you plan to do with the Potter kids?"

"Lure them in," Scorpius said, bright-eyed. "I'm not expecting this to happen overnight. We need someone sensible that Potter will listen to, and why not his kids? If we can convince them to propose the idea, that will at least get Potter thinking. Then we'll come in with all sorts of innocent rallies, get the idea public. With enough pressure, Potter might fold."

"That's too easy," Enry countered quickly. "Potter's not going to just crack at the mention of Dark Arts. I don't think his kids will even be able to convince him."

"Then when that time comes we'll take matters into our own hands. We're called Death Eater Renegades for a reason," Scorpius replied cheerfully.

Even with his convinces, Enry did not like the idea at all. There was something almost menacing about Scorpius that nobody could deny. If this could have all been done with sensible rallies and a bit of underline scheming, Scorpius would not have gone to as much trouble as he had been, gathering followers and winning parent's appreciation. There was something else he wasn't willing to share just yet.

Albus was still awake in his dormitory. Glyn had managed to smuggle in some more Butterbeer, and they all were sitting around with their backs pressed against their beds, sharing stories about their summers.

But while they laughed away, Albus' mind was on other things. The first of which, his ruined chance with Enry since the compartment disaster. The other being that she was closer to Malfoy than she apparently let on. It confused him as to why she would want to waste her time with his presence.

"Oi, Potter. What's wrong with you today? Head in the clouds?" asked Patrick, socking him across the face with a down pillow.

"Really mate, snap out of it," warned Koden with a hint of mocking in his voice.

"Lay off!" Albus muttered, standing up and crawling into his four poster bed. "Nothing's wrong."

Koden frowned and gave a look to Patrick and Glyn that meant he knew as much as they did about Albus' mood.

"I think I know the sound of heart ache when I hear it," called Glyn, and was met by a foot to the face from Albus. "Ow! So it is a girl!"

Albus smirked. "Yea, but I'm not telling you who. Just warning you now."

Koden woke before any of the others in their dormitory. He had stayed up pretty late, trying to harass Albus into telling him the girl he fancied, but Albus had never budged, and they had all passed out somewhere past three in the morning.

Even still, nothing was going to keep Koden from his first day back. With that, he took a shower, dressed in his new robes as his old ones were long since grown out, and headed down the dormitory stairs and through the portrait hole.

He was surprised to find quite a few people milling around in the Great Hall, waiting for breakfast and their schedules. Koden spotted Rose at the Ravenclaw table, with her head buried in a thick book. It was best not to bother her when she was reading. Koden had learned that first hand in their second year.

So instead, he took a seat at his Gryffindor table and waited for their Head of House, Neville Longbottom the Herbology professor, to hand out schedules.

Across the room, Koden saw at the Slytherin table, Enry White and Scorpius Malfoy, talking away again. He rather disliked the both of them, and he did not know if that was just his Slytherin prejudice. It had begun as soon as he was at Hogwarts. Slytherins were evil, cunning and manipulative people, and his parents had warned him to stay away from the lot.

So he had picked a fight with Scorpius Malfoy on his second day for chatting him up, and since then, the two of them had been enemies. Nobody thought anything of it. Gryffindor and Slytherin were natural rivals, so what could be done about the animosity?

People had tried reasoning to Koden, Albus one of the first. It had sounded like he had directly quoted his father on the subject of Slytherin and so Koden had said he did not want to hear any of it. This was the way it was going to be. It was too late now.

"Lighthand is staring at us. I don't like it," said Scorpius suddenly, breaking through Enry's speech of why she was no longer going to attend any meetings.

Enry stopped herself in mid-word and turned to the Gryffindor table. It almost shocked her the look of pure venom spewing from Lighthand's eyes, but then again, he had given her the same look in the compartment the other day. "Wonder what's wrong with us today," she mused.

There was a moment of silence as Scorpius seemed to gather his thoughts, then he rounded back on Enry. "It's too late. You've already attended the first meeting."

"I suppose that must mean I'm eternally bound to your ridiculous ideas?"

Scorpius scowled at her. She was the only one putting up a fight, and he was growing tired of it. "Look. I've made the situation clear. Your parents support us one hundred and ten percent-"

"That's not mathematically possible," interrupted Enry in her calm and collected voice.

"One hundred percent," continued Scorpius, correcting his last statement. "So to hear their only daughter, who has already slandered the name of White, is willing to slander it further is something you'd better be equipped to deal with."

Sighing, she looked away from him. What he said had hurt her deep, and Scorpius knew he was getting close to cracking her. She wouldn't have mattered much to him if she hadn't been so desperately clever and already trained in numerous Dark Arts.

"When's the next meeting?" she asked, still looking away from him.

Smirking he replied, "Friday."

Albus stumbled into his first class that morning with a headache and scowl. Without so much as a glance around him, he sat in the Potions desk that Koden had saved for him.

"Rough night?" teased Koden, nudging him knowingly in the side.

"Come off it," warned Albus, but a smile showed through his scowl. Koden sat back with his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. Their Potions Master was usually always late to class, so that gave them some time to chat.

Albus barely listened to Koden's complaints about their schedules that year. He had spotted Enry in the front of the class and his heart started racing.

"-- to put Herbology and Arithmency back to back? I wonder how they expect me to get to and fro."

Shrugging, Albus pulled himself away from the back of Enry's head and to the door on the left that opened. Their professor was a sultry lady with long black hair and black framed glasses. A few of the students cat called to her, and she blushed.

"That's enough," she warned, and then turned her back to the students and began drawing on the chalkboard with her wand, the key points to O.W.L's and her expectations.

"Is it Professor Burkley?" asked Koden, leaning in to his friend. Albus shook his head, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"No, I don't fancy her. That's your territory, mate," Albus teased, remembering their third year and the big crush Koden had on their Potions teacher.

Koden grinned and punched his friend hard in the shoulder. "Shut it."

While their Professor continued on about the importance of O.W.L's and listed all of the material they would be covering that year, Albus was building up courage. Courage to approach Enry in the second half of Double Potions.

He had already made up his mind during his Summer vacation. This year would be the year he would finally approach the girl of his dreams. If he never tried, he would forever regret it.

Albus was so busy convincing himself there was nothing to be afraid of, and was so lost in fantasies, that he was slightly confused when the entire class started moving around.

"What's going on?" asked Albus.

Koden stared at him. "We're starting Polyjuice Potion, mate. Weren't you listening?"

Albus stared at his friends, terror in his eyes. He had almost missed his chance. Without even thinking, he sprung out of his chair, and raced towards Enry. It wasn't as if Enry was the first pick of the class to have as a Potions partner, but Albus wanted to make sure she was still available.

As he approached her, she looked up at him, confusion flickering across her dark eyes.

"Um... hello White. I was wondering if er, you'd like to be my partner for this assignment..." said Albus nervously.

She continued to stare at him, and the more she did the more Albus felt as if his knees would buckle beneath him. "Well alright," she allowed.

Albus felt a wave of relief wash over him. He smiled down at her for a while, until she cleared her throat. "You can sit down."

He obeyed, taking the open seat next to her. Albus glanced back to Koden who was staring at him with his mouth open and his eyes wide. Albus merely shrugged at his friend and turned back to Enry, who was setting up all of the ingredients needed.

"You can take notes," she suggested, pointing to the chalk board without looking up. On it were detailed instructions of the Polyjuice Potion.

"Sure!" said Albus, his voice still tight and nervous. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and began writing furiously.

"Potter, you have a lot of explaining to do," Koden said furiously after the class had finished. Had had witnessed Albus' pathetic display in their Potions class, and was honestly quite disgusted with his friend. "What were you even doing?"

Glyn was walking behind the two, and he chortled, but stopped with a look from Koden. "It's obvious, isn't it? Al fancies that Slytherin girl."

Koden rounded on Albus now, who looked starry eyed and happy. That just fueled Koden's anger, and without thinking he reached out and shoved Albus into the stone dungeon wall. Without any words, he stormed away.

"What the-- Koden what's your problem?" Albus called after the brown haired boy, but he didn't stop or turn around.

His fists were clenched angrily. He had no idea why this would have upset him so much. It wasn't as if Koden hadn't fancied Slytherin's before. That Nabiki was a subject of many of his fantasies, but that was entirely different. Koden would never actually approach the girl in his class and make a blubbering fool of himself.

There was something different about White that Koden did not like, and he was going to do something to prevent his friend from falling for that snake of a girl.

So when he saw her white hair bobbing up and down in front of him, he acted on impulse. His arm reached out and snapped her to a side passageway in the dungeons he was pretty sure led to the Slytherin common room.

He towered over her, waiting for her to say something. To get angry, to be shocked, annoyed. Anything. But the girl blinked up at him as if she had expected all along to be pulled aside randomly.

"I'm giving you this warning now, White. You stay away from Albus. Rotten Slytherins belong with other rotten Slytherins. Not the son of Harry Potter," Koden said through gritted teeth.

Enry frowned and tried escaping from his grip in a smooth motion, but Koden had her locked. "Let go of me," she said calmly, though clearly disgruntled.

"Or what?" Koden challenged.

Sighing, she let stopped fighting his grip. "Look, as much as your Gryffindor heroism really amuses me, I have nothing to do with your friend Albus."

They stared at each other in a sort of face-off for another moment before Koden released her.

"I'm so sick of people telling me what to do," Enry muttered as she walked away. Koden was left in the dark passageway confused about her last statement.