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Chapter 33: The Beginning of the War Part I
'Humph.' Cat harrumphed as she walked down the hallway, kind of missing Drake's warm hands. She knew that she also had Dustin in the corner of her heart, but she didn't see him lately. Maybe he was busy after all with all his NEWTS and all. After all, he was a wizard here too. And the only reason she was getting good grades were because Draco had helped her sometimes and Hermione had stuck with her and made her first library card and profile, which helped her take and borrow books out of the library, or rather the 'Information room', as Hermione had nicknamed it. Sighing, she didn't pay heed to where she was going but just walked straight, to the Slytherin Dorm, but stopped when she heard voices and moans coming from the direction. She sighed again, wondering when they would stop snogging and go back into their room, when the two voices intermingling sounded extremely familiar. Like extremely familiar. Cat thought hard, wondering where she had heard the small and low voices coming from. Then a light bulb came up on her already shiny head and she gasped slowly, clutching her heart. It was who she thought they were:
Draco and the Death Eater. Yes, the Death Eater as Lucius, a murderer who killed one of her life family.
She whipped out her diamond-carrying wand and listened, getting her new pair of Extendable Ears Ron had given her for her birthday a couple of days ago.
'You never know when you need to snoop in, you know.' He had chuckled and patted her on her back. She smirked and nodded, cramming it in her robe pocket.
Now smiling, she listened as the lower, more menacing voice floated into her ears and almost screeched as she heard the sentence.
"You see, Draco, I have been spying on you and your darling sister. I see that your mission you have not finished yet, and the Dark Lord is not pleased. You will finish this task tonight, or your sister will face serious consequences." He hissed as the curse continued, Draco biting his lips to at least stop the pain a bit. It didn't work. Instead, more blood cascaded out of his lips, staining the ground red. He hissed as he felt the lip burst and he groaned as he was reminded of the painful curse.
Catastrophe had heard enough, and was just before bursting. Channeling her emotions and anger, she growled, "Finite Incatatem!"
Soon Draco's writhing of his body and the wracking of his body stopped as he panted there, on the floor as he let out one more silent groan and sighed, his blond head lolling as a small puddle of crimson blood formed, fed by the small stream of blood from his mouth. Cat bristled in anger as Lucius turned, smirking as usual. His smirk turned into an ugly expression as he looked her over. She didn't look like much threat, he supposed, but the girl had beaten him twice. Remembering, he became more impatient to use the new spell he had learned from the Dark Lord.
Catastrophe blinked once more, then the next thing she knew, there was a flurry of very unfriendly spells aimed at her direction, even the three Unforgivable Curses. Of course, she had not expected anything different, since he was a Death Eater anyway.
Dodging the Avada Kedavra curse that nearly swiped her hips, she rolled to the left and grabbed Draco's bloody white collar, now stained red, and pulled him through the little space under the stairs, where Dustin and her had been caught in the first couple days or so. Now she knew the little hideout. Pushing Draco's head first and nudging in his long, limp legs, she turned back to the Death Eater as she gasped; she saw a white, silvery cobra looking at her and sizing her up, its widely spread hood looking extremely dangerous and hissing. She had dropped her wand while she was moving Draco, and she picked it up hurriedly as she screamed, "Expecto Patronum!" The two silver, white snow leopards leapt out and began striking the maddened cobra; their hackles raised and mad as well, their spots more vibrant and their eyes sparkling. The tore the cobra into two, as the poor little cobra drooped to the ground and returned smoke to Lucius' wand. He snapped and returned, "Expelliarmus!"
'Oh come ON,' Cat moaned as the curse was so obvious to know. She blocked it easily and smoothly with a simple "Protego," and whipped out of curse of her own. "Lacer Minuo," with a slashing movement.
Lucius was definitely not thinking of this venerable curse and could not side-step it, as the dark red spell hit him fully on the chest as he gasped and dropped his wand, falling to the floor as the red blood seeped surely but slowly out of him.
(AN: I have learned of this spell in a Harry Potter website, and someone made it up. What it does is, slices the skin three inches deep and pulls the skin back. This is very hard to escape or to run away from. It constantly causes bleeding and only few could stop this curse. I know Cat wouldn't use this usually, but her emotions were really gaining over control and had to use it. After all, Lucius had used the death spell!)
Cat panted, whirling over to the conscious Draco and pulled him to his feet, turning her back on the enemy. One of the worst choices she had ever made. Lucius raised his wand limply and whispered, "Duo Inflictus Lacer!"
'Oh Merlin, help me!' Cat prayed as she slipped Draco off her shoulders and yelled out with all the pain and anger in her, "Contego!" she felt the energy coming out of her in waves but thought nothing of it as the two curses hit each other, forming an energy ball. She gasped, as Lucius smirked. He was willing to die for Voldemort! 'Shit!' she thought as Draco raised his wand with all the energy he had left in him.
"Extremus Obruo." He ground out, his wand in the energy ball, as the ball blew up and fell into ashes. Lucius growled loudly once more and apparated, now where he was a puddle of red bloody appeared and she smirked tiredly.
"You can run, but you will still bleed, you bastard." She cursed him as Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall ran down the hall, gasping at the sight.
Cat blacked out because of all the blood, and the last thing she remembered was being lifted up from the ground in a kneeling position and was on a soft, white bed. Then she let the darkness overwhelm her as her eyelids closed.
Cat woke up in the infirmary, still tired and sick. She winced and got up, noticing that Draco's once occupied bed was empty, and rolled over to her side to get up, her foot touching the cold floor. She slipped out of the quiet room and ran over to the Slytherin Dorms, checking if Draco was in there. He wasn't.
Sighing, she left and padded to the right, to the Great Hall, but heard footsteps and stopped, her heart beating harshly. She hid beneath a little place of plaster and watched as a blond, turning head came into view. Her heart sank as she saw her brother go up a flight of stairs and slip into a small door. She followed, her nightgown dragging on the floor behind her.
Going up the stairs, she smelled Draco's cologne and sighed, opening the door a crack as she heard his low whisper.
"Harmonia Nictere Passus."
Cat gaped as she saw the cupboard open, revealing a white, unmoving creature on the bottom on the cold, wooden closet. A white dove.
She backtracked and went back into the infirmary, a tear escaping her eye as she thought.
'Draco really is a Death Eater.' She sobbed into the pillow.
Recovering herself, she got up and ran to the gargoyle. But the creature shook his stone head.
"He left with Harry Potter." It growled and looked at her with stony eyes, paralyzing her. "And leave me alone. It is morning, and I do not like visitors." And with that, he closed his heavy eyelids and slept again.
Cat sighed and went into the Gryffindor portrait. The Fat Lady sighed and woke from her nap, her eyes dreamy still as she asked, "Password?"
"Line Between Love and Hate." She whispered and the lady nodded and let her in. She met Dean and Seamus playing Wizard's Chess and smiled softly at them, as she turned to the direction to Hermione's bed.
"Cat? What are you doing here?" Hermione asked as she yawned, putting an arm on the younger girl's arm/
"Hermione, I know that Draco is a Death Eater."