"What do you mean Snape wants to see me?" Draco spat. We were in the Room of Hidden things repairing the broken Vanishing Cabinet. I was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, gazing at all of the hidden items, hidden by generations of Hogwarts inhabitants. The room itself was the size of a large cathedral, winding roads and alleys through all of the junk. There were thousands of books, broken furniture pieces, potions, dragon eggshells, skeletons of forgotten creatures, rusting swords, shattered wands, jewels, necklaces, cloaks, hats, and bloodstained weapons. I shuddered, how many non-magic, performed murders had there been at Hogwarts?
"I went to speak with him about Potters newfound talent," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"I don't want his help!" Draco sneered. "He wants my glory… Dumbledore's pet, while my father is in Azkaban!" I said nothing, but simply got up while he muttered incantations at the Vanishing Cabinet. There was a particularly ugly stuffed troll in here, but also a curious book on Magical transportation. Draco swore loudly and from the sound of it, nothing was going right with this repair, we had already spent many hours in here a day.
"Draco, look, this book explains Vanishing Cabinets, maybe it can help us figure out what exactly has to be repaired." I suggested walking around the corner; Draco was glaring maliciously at the cabinet.
"Damn Peeves!" he all but shouted. "That bloody poltergeist is the one who broke the cabinet in the first place."
"Not to mention it nearly killed Montague, it's amazing he was able to apparate out of it." I mused.
"Harmonia Nectere Passus", he hissed to the cabinet, as he put in a book from nearby. The cabinet made a huge bang, and smoke issued from inside the cabinet. This would take us a long time I could tell.
We were now expected to use nonverbal spells in all classes, and our workload was enormous, Draco was having trouble keeping up, in the hours that he worked on the cabinet, I did as much of his homework as was possible also doing mine at the same time. As much as it pained us both, Quidditch would not be an option this year.
We had spent most every moment in that room, for the past two weeks, but one night, when we were actually in the common room, I was reading the Evening Prophet when suddenly I was forced to shove it in his face.
"They searched the manor AGAIN?" he exclaimed, simply fuming with anger.
"That filthy blood-traitor Arthur Weasley." I sneered. Thankfully, the Malfoys had moved anything that could have been confiscated, to a chamber, very similar to the Chamber of Secrets, something only a Death Eater could open.
Our next Hogsmeade trip was approaching quickly, and much to my dismay, Draco had received detention and would be unable to go with me.
"Damn McGonagall!" I hissed as I trudged my way, alone, to Hogsmeade, it would be up to me to uphold our current plan, only days prior had we been summoned by the Dark Lord, and he was furious, even though we had only had a few weeks of time to work on our plan, it wasn't moving fast enough for him. Frustrated, he threatened Draco with his and his family's lives, along with mine. We had until the end of the school year, but we had to start acting now. I had almost expected something like this, so I had arranged for Fenrir Greyback to meet me with a cursed opal necklace, a curse so strong, it would kill whoever touched it. Charms were placed on it to be undetectable to Secrecy sensors, and we were desperate.
"Thank you Fenrir", I said calmly, we had met in a cavern not too far from the village. He merely smiled a terrible yellow smile, and disapparated.
It took everything I had to avoid being seen, but finally, with the help of Zabini, I slipped past the bar, into a backroom where Madam Rosmerta was grabbing bottles of Butterbeer. She turned around to face me, but before she could utter a word, I hissed "Imperio!" and a look of glazed bliss went across her face, as I handed her the package, and gave her the orders, she sprang to what was a decent impression on not being Imperiused, and skulked off to the bathroom. I slipped out of the pub, making my way back to Hogwarts as fast as I could, eager to get away from the scene of the crime, and back to the Room of Requirement.