Important Notice: I have decided on a name for the sequel. Look out for 'Trinity Riddle and the Black Lake Dorms' when this story is finished :) x
Chapter 19
It was dark as they made their way to Hogsmeade, Trinity walked as close as she could to Draco without touching him, and it wasn't long until Kimberly joined them.
"Thank Merlin I found you two!" She exclaimed, "I have no idea where I'm going."
"I didn't realise Hogsmeade could look so scary at night." Trinity whispered, Kimberly chuckled and linked arms with her friend.
"Don't worry, Trin." The dark haired Slytherin stated, "Draco will protect us."
The platinum blonde Slytherin smirked and shoved his hands in his pockets. If anything, he was glad of the company, the walk to Hogsmeade in the dark unsettled him aswell. The dull streetlights cast eerie shadows about the small town, and suspicious looking witches and wizards stumbled drunkenly around the place. Trinity held on tightly to Kimberly's arm when a warty old witch looked as though she was about to approach the three of them, she sighed with relief as the old hag carried on walking straight past them.
Draco began walking towards a dark looking pub and Trinity noticed the sign: 'The Hogs Head', creaking as it swung in the wind. Trinity shivered and followed Draco into the pub, closely followed by Kimberly.
The girls' were close behind Draco as he went up the stairs and stood side by side behind him as he knocked softly on the wooden door infront of him. The atmosphere and surroundings were dim and dark, Trinity wanted this meeting to be over quickly.
The door was opened by a short, hunch-backed man whose features resembled those of a rat, Trinity shivered and past him quickly as she followed Draco into the room.
"Please, take a seat all of you." Came the distant voice of the man in the black hood, Trinity recognised it to be the one of her Uncle.
Trinity took the seat beside Draco, and Kim took the one beside the Gryffindor.
Six tables had been pushed together in the centre of the room, and each seat had been occupied by a Death Eater. Their hoods had been pulled up to hide their faces, which gave the atmosphere for Trinity a frightening feel too it. She shivered and cast her gaze on the table infront of her.
Voldermort stood up and floated towards the table where the three students were seated, "it's nice that you all made it. Despite the detentions you had recieved this afternoon." He stated. "Now then," he turned to the rest of the Death Eaters, his bare feet stepping carefully on the wooden floor, Nagini slithered along beside him. "Lucius, if you will." Voldermort held his hands out, and Mr. Malfoy handed over a rolled up piece of parchment.
Voldermort opened the scroll and tilted his head to the side as he examined the writing, "the snatchers are going to be busy for these next few weeks." He stated, "six muggle-borns and three half-bloods need to be taken care of."
Trinity and Kimberly were silent throughout the meeting, and it hadn't been as bad as they thought it was going to be. As the meeting was dismissed, they quickly got up to leave.
"Trinity, will you please wait behind for a few minutes." The Dark Lord stated, taking a seat. Nagini slithered up the leg of the chair to curl up on Voldermort's lap.
"We'll wait outside." Draco whispered as he ushered Kimberly to continue walking down the stairs.
As all the Death Eaters disappeared in a dark cloud of smoke and the door was closed, Voldermort turned to look at the man at the door. "Wormtail!" He hissed. The rat man jumped before disappearing just like all the other Death Eaters had.
Trinity stood awkwardly by the door. "I would like to thank you for the Secrecy Sensor, and my new quill."
Trinity nodded, "thank you for the dress, Uncle. It's beautiful."
Voldermort smiled, and then his look turned serious, "the Sensor has led me to believe that you have been hiding something from me." He stood up to stand before the window, his hands behind his back. Trinity sighed in relief when she didn't see his wand in his hands. "You have a secret, Trinity. An important one at that." He slowly turned around to face her, "legimens." He whispered.
Trinity could feel something tugging in her mind, a stinging, tingling feeling. It was a few seconds before she shook it off and pushed it away.
The Dark Lord tilted his head to the side, "you can speak Parseltounge?" He asked. "No..." He he looked at her suspiciously, "that not it...it's similar-"
"-Dracore." Trinity looked up at him with wide eyes. "I can speak Dracore."
Voldermort looked in thought, he waved his hand towards the door. "You may go." He stated.
Trinity nodded before leaving quickly, she jogged down the stairs and stepped into a swarm of drunk wizards. Her breathing went ragged at the lack of airspace, and she panicked when she couldn't find the door. A hand grabbed her wrist and she squealed as she was pulled towards her captor. Trinity looked up into the face of Draco Malfoy and sighed with relief that it wasn't someone dangerous and that she wasn't about to be raped or murdered.
"Come on." He stated, pulling her towards the door.
"Come again soon, man!" The three Jamaican troll heads called as Draco pushed the door to The Hog's Head open and stepped outside into the cool night air. Trinity took a deep breath of the fresh air, settling her nerves and slowing down her frantic heartbeat.
"What happened?" Kimberly asked as they all began the walk back to Hogwarts.
"He thanked me for the quill and Secrecy Sensor." Trinity informed her. "And read my mind to see what I was hiding from him."
Draco frowned and snapped his head up, "what did he find?"
"I managed to block my mind." She stated, "he's disappointed when I don't. But he found out that I can speak Dracore."
"Shut up!" Kimberly slapped the Gryffindor on the shoulder, her mouth agape. "You can talk to dragons? That's bad, Trinity. That's bad." Kimberly shook her head back and fourth.
"Why? What's wrong?" The raven haired girl asked, worry laced her tone.
"You know you told me about what you Uncle said? About who he thought was your father?" Trinity nodded, "your entire family can speak parseltounge - but you don't. Dracore comes from another family line and-" She caught sight of Draco looking very interested. "I'll tell you later. When we get back, go to your dorm. I'll contact you by mirror."
"Why won't you tell me?" Draco demanded, a little annoyed.
"Because you may not like her when you find out. And that won't look good for your father or her Uncle if you don't get along like a lovely married couple." Draco sighed, and as they stepped back onto Hogwarts grounds Trinity turned to face him.
"Will the Great Hall be open?" She asked, "I haven't eaten all day."
"It should be." He replied, "it's only..." he checked the time, "no. It won't. You're going to have to wait until breakfast."
"Hey, I got you some Treacle Fudge for Christmas!" Kimberly protested. "You can eat that."
Trinity cleared her throat. "It's gone."
"What?"
"I've eaten it all."
"Trinity! It was a block the size of a shoe box - it should've lasted you all year!"
The raven haired Gryffindor shrugged, "do you know what happened last time I didn't eat all of my Treacle Fudge?"
"What?"
"Ron ate it."
"I bet you were sick after eating all that."
Trinity smiled, "nearly." She replied, turning down the corridor that led to the Gryffindor common room. "Bye!"
"Wait, Riddle." Draco stated, stopping mid-step. Trinity turned around, "I don't believe you thanked me for helping you with your Potions homework earlier." Trinity blushed, glad that the corridors were dimly lit. "Well?" Draco asked, pointing to his lips, "where's my thanks?" Trinity walked up to him slowly and stood on her tiptoes to place a small kiss on his lips.
"Ahh," Kimberly cooed, "you-"
"-Drakey!" The screech of Pansy Parkinson echoed through all of their ears. Draco winced and turned to look at the pug faced Slytherin girl storming towards them.
"What do you want, Pansy?" He asked.
She slapped him across the face, tears in her eyes, "you're cheating on me!" She cried.
"We're not even together!" Draco snapped in disbelief, gesturing between himself and the Slytherin girl.
Pansy turned to face Trinity. "I've told you once and I've told you again-" She stopped once Kimberly stood inbetween her and the Gryffindor.
Kimberly chuckled, "cat got your tounge?" Pansy took a step back. "Move along whore. Touch Trinity once and you'll wish you'd have been born muggle." As Pansy ran down the corridor, her cries bounced and echoed off of every wall.
"A true Slytherin." Draco commented. "Come on, let's head back. I know who to come to if Pansy follows me again." Trinity made her way back to the Gryffindor common room, feeling energised. She was glad Kimberly was her friend, Slytherin or not Trinity knew Lestrange would be there for her and on her side if something like that happened again.
The Weasley's had all gone to bed when she reached the common room, and her roomates were also sound asleep. She quickly changed into her pjyamas before slipping under the duvet cover. Trinity drew her curtains and cast a silencing charm just in time to hear the chiming of the mirror - letting her know that Kimberly was ready to talk.
She pulled the mirror out from under her pillow, and smiled at Kimberly's reflection. The Slytherin looked like she had very important information to share.
"Right," Lestrange stated, "where were we?"
"You were saying about how Dracore came from another family line."
Kimberly nodded, "The last person known to have been able to talk to Dragons was over one hundred years ago. His name was Clive Porter."
Trinity frowned, "and?"
"He was a Gryffindor. The sorting hat said that not all of your family were Gryffindors after all."
"Kim, I still don't understand anything."
Kimberly sighed, "It means, Trin. That your mother had an affair. Your dad isn't your real dad. This is why you've been put in Gryffindor - to follow your father!"
Trinity blinked, "so, to find out who my dad is, I have to research Clive Porter and find out his family tree?"
"Until you find a male descendent of his, who went to Hogwarts the same time your mother."
"That doesn't sound simple." Trinity grimaced.
"I'll help you. We'll meet at the library after dinner tomorrow."
"Alright, Kim. Goodnight."
"Night." Kimberly gave Trinity a warm, friendly smile before the mirror went blank. They both slipped the mirrors back under their pillows before falling to sleep.
The next morning, Trinity awoke with a start, she'd had a horrible dream about spiders. Aragog had cast a web around her and had tried to eat her and Draco had apparated out of the forest without her.
She headed to the bathroom and had a quick shower before getting dressed and drying her hair. She pulled a brush through her tangled waves before grabbing her bag and heading downstairs into the common room.
Trinity had double Dark Arts first lesson and she hadn't completed her essay which Ron had said was in for that very morning. Trinity sat herself at a desk in the corner of the room before pulling out the start of her essay, her quill and her ink before getting to work.
It wasn't until she had finished the essay that George and Ron joined her downstairs, closely followed by Ginny. Having nothing better to do, they all headed towards the Great Hall for breakfast.
"George, do we have Quidditch practice tomorrow?" Ginny asked, placing a slice of toast on her plate and buttering it thinly.
George nodded, taking a bite from his bacon sandwich. "First and second." He replied. Everyone in the Great hall looked up once owls flew into the hall. The male students aged seventeen, eighteen and nineteen (the ages with mates) all recieved a letter. A yellow letter to be precise.
Everyone frowned, before realising that it was an invitation. Ginny and Trinity watched Ron and George open their letters, "Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Lavender Brown." The letter began, "you are formally invited to a ball, in honour of the opening of the Black Lake Dormitories. The Dark Lord demands your appearance in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Sunday." Ron grimaced, but then chuckled, "at least I planned dress robes this time." He stated.
Ginny and George snorted before continuing to eat their breakfast in silence. "Where're our letters?" Trinity asked.
"Well," Ginny replied, "I'm assuming Dean recieved mine and Draco recieved yours. They're addressed to mates, so I'm assuming so." Trinity nodded her head before moving onto another topic, "do any of you know anything about Clive Porter?" She asked.
George looked up from the crusts of his sandwich, "he lived one hundred years ago." He informed the raven haired girl, "the last known wizard to speak Dracore. Why?"
Trinity looked left and right before leaning in to whisper, "Kim and I believe he's my ancestor or something." She said. "Parseltounge runs in my family, but I speak Dracore which ran in the Porter family."
George frowned, "the sorting hat did say that your father was a Gryffindor."
Trinity nodded, "so, Kim and I - in an attempt to find out who my real father is - are going to research his family tree after dinner. There must be a line that links to a male who was in my mothers year at Hogwarts."
"You think he's your father?" Ginny asked.
Trinity nodded, "I'm not sure, but it wouldn't hurt to look would it?"
"We'll come aswell." Ron stated, "it'll be quicker with more than two people."
"Too many cooks spoil the broth." Ginny piped in, "and we all know what you're like with books Ron." George chuckled and got to his feet, "we should all head to class now." He stated, shouldering his bag, "we'll meet here at lunch, alright?"
Dark Arts was rather boring in Trinity's opinion; she would much rather sleep. Draco had shown her the invitation and Trinity had looked at it without much interest.
"Can't you dance?" Draco asked, smirking.
"Unfortunately I can." Trinity replied, "but I don't like too."
"Prefect." Draco smirked again, "I don't either."
Professor Snape had asked the class to work in silence, and just because Draco was his favourite student did not mean that he could whisper whenever he liked. The Professor shot the Slytherin a look. Draco leant furthur over his parchment and continued to work in silence.
As the lesson came to an end, the Professor began handing out homework, consisting of both an essay and a questionnaire. Draco gave Trinity a wink goodbye - causing the girl to blush madly - before he left the classroom and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Trinity made her way over to Ron and waited patiently for him to finish packing up his things before they walked towards Charms together. Although they had break time, the next lesson was almost the other side of the school, and they didn't want to be late.
In Charms that lesson, it would be theory and a powerpoint presentation, therefore, the classroom would be in darkness and Trinity wasn't too keen on the dark. Whilst watching the powerpoint, she would be listening out for anything that moved, Goyle had a nasty habit of tapping his right foot and someone's shoe kept squeaking against the stone tiles every five minutes.
"Will you calm down?" Draco whispered. "Nothing's going to jump out and attack you in here."
"You never know." She whispered quietly. From the dim light of the powerpoint, Trinity could see Lavender trying to snuggle into Ron. The Weasley kept shifting his chair to the right in an attempt to get away, but he'd now reached the very edge of the desk, so moving away any more would lead to a problem for him.
'I wonder why he doesn't like her.' She thought, 'she seems...nice. And she likes him.' Not being a very good matchmaker had it's problems, but having Kimberly Lestrange as a best friend didn't. After dinner, she would talk to Kim about Ron and Lavender.
Someone clicked their fingers infront of her face, making her jump and shoot back in her chair - almost tipping off the back. "Merlin..." She whipered in shock, setting her chair legs back on the floor. She looked up to find Ron waiting expectantly. "It wasn't a vision." She stated, "I just zoned out."
"And class is over." Ron replied, pointing to her things with his wand. "Pack." He picked up her bag and handed it to her, "now come on, we've got Transfiguration."
The rest of the day went by quickly. Professor Flitwick hadn't set any homework, and neither had Professor McGonagal!
Both George and Ginny had had rather good days, and once the painfully boring class of Herbology was finally over. Dinner followed, and Trinity was growing nervous about her meeting with Kimberly in the library. Would Clive mind that she was researching his life?
"He's dead, Trin." Kim stated, rolling her eyes. "Of course he won't mind, now come on! Get a hold of yourself and let's look for some books!" Kimberly grabbed onto Trinity's shoulder and pushed her towards the bookcases on the left had side of the library, whilst Kim ventured through the right side.
"What are you doing?" Came a deep voice, a little bit too close to Trinity's ear. She turned around and came face to face with Blaize Zabini.
"Looking for a book." The raven haired girl replied, looking down at her feet.
Blaize chuckled, "I can see that. Do you want to know what I'm doing?" Trinity looked up, knowning something bad was about to happen. "Winning a bet." He took another step towards her, cupping her chin in one of his hand and placed the other hand behind her head. Then he locked lips with her, pushing his body against her squirming one as he did so.
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