Warning: This chapter is a bit gory. I had some trouble writing it.
Chapter 11: A Good Half-Blood
Draco cautiously stuck his head out the door to make sure no one was watching. For the third time Crabbe and Goyle had disobeyed his orders and gone to Quidditich practice instead of standing guard for him.
Once he was sure the coast was clear Draco exited the Room of Hidden Things and marched angrily back to Slytherin Common Room. Draco was often angry these days; angry with the vanishing cabinet, angry with Crabbe and Goyle, and angry with that Half-Blood Urquhart. He chuckled to himself as he realised that for once Harry Potter and his lackeys were actually fairly low on his list of hates.
Maybe I should take a break from my mission for a while Draco thought to himself let off some steam on the Quidditch Pitch. Get ready to beat Potter next month. Then I can quit the team with my head held high and go hex Urquhart's Mudblood girlfriend.
Draco found himself feeling a bit better. However his mood deflated again as he turned the corner and found professor Snape waiting for him
"I had a feeling I'd find you around here Draco" Snape said.
"Good evening Professor" Draco said, trying to turn on his charm.
"Come with me Draco, we need to have a talk in my office."
"We can talk here professor" Draco said, looking around to see if there were any other students around. He knew what Snape wanted; the slimy git had been following him around lately, spying on him. Draco was convinced that Snape was after his glory.
"I would rather we discussed this in private" Snape said as a group of fifth year Ravenclaws walked past shooting them curious glances.
"I think I know what you want to talk about professor" Draco said, quickly looking at the Ravenclaws. The thought of the whole school hearing that he had put Severus Snape in his place seemed like just the ego boost he needed right now.
"You do now Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yes professor. And you know what, I think you're underestimating just how valuable I am to some very important people."
For a moment Snape let his cool façade drop and Draco congratulated himself on putting the uppity professor in his place so well. The Ravenclaw girls were looking out the window pretending they weren't interested in what was going on. It was a double victory for Draco; the whole school would know that he showed Snape who was boss, yet no-one really knew what was going on except for him and power-hungry Snape.
"Well Malfoy I'm glad you realise what's happening" Snape said as he regained his composure "Now I don't have to go through pages of infractions with you."
"Pages of infractions?"
"Concerning your prefect duties; or rather your lack of them. When was the last time you did a patrol Mr. Malfoy?"
"A… My prefect duties?" Draco asked, beginning to feel less sure of himself. It had been at least three weeks since he had done any of his duties.
"Yes Mr. Malfoy, your prefect duties. IIt seems you have completely forgotten the responsibilities that go with the prefect badge. However many teachers have noticed that you still enjoy the privileges associated with being a Prefect."
"The privileges?"
"Docking points off of the younger Slytherins, handing out detentions, using the prefect bathroom, so it appears you haven't forgotten that you are actually a Prefect." Snape then curled the corner of his lip up in a cruel smirk and looked for a brief second at the Ravenclaws.
"I had hoped Mr. Malfoy to have discussed this with you in private, however since you obviously knew this was coming and have shown no interest in your responsibilities to this school, I shall relieve you of your prefect position immediately."
"You're going to take away my prefect role?" Malfoy said "you… who the hell else are you going to get to be 6th year boy prefect?" Crabbe couldn't handle being a prefect and Goyle probably couldn't handle anything without someone to help him every step of the way. And there was absolutely no way that Snape would even consider…
"Mr. Malfoy there are four other boys in your year. Now you can either give your badge to your replacement in a dignified manner, or I will take it now and send it to him in the mail."
"You're going to replace me with Zabini aren't you? You've never appointed anyone with a muggle parent a prefect before, but I guess since his mother teaches here that makes it alright to support them! Are you planning to become husband number eight are you?"
"Mr. Malfoy, this shall be a joint decision between me and professor Dumbledore. You don't know who we'll choose."
"You're using Dumbledore as an excuse so you can pick that filthy Half-Blood without appearing to be a muggle-lover! My father always said you were only half a man."
"Your badge Mr. Malfoy" Snape held out his hand "since you obviously cannot conduct yourself with dignity I shall take it now."
Draco felt his self control falter as he glared at Snape's palm and then shot a murderous glance at the Ravenclaws who had moved slightly further away.
"Draco don't make me accio it off of your robe"
Draco pulled his prefect badge off his robe and pegged it as hard as he could towards the floor next to Snape.
"Fine take the badge! But no real Slytherin will listen to a word Zabini says!"
"Very mature Draco; now I suppose you have time for those other important things?"
"Fuck. You." Draco said, turning around and marching away from his pathetic excuse for a Head of House.
"What are you bimbos gawking at?" He snarled at the Ravenclaws as he walked past them.
One thing he was sure about; Zabini would pay!
:Meanwhile:
Greg lingered behind as his team mates headed back to the castle. He had seen a fleck of red hair in the stands and looked forward to seeing a friendly face after the fight he and Vince had had with Draco.
"Hello Lilith" Greg said as Lilith Moon emerged onto the field "did you see us practice?"
"Yeah, you were great" Lilith said "the team seems a lot more organised with Urquhart as captain."
"Yeah" Greg said "the others think his a bit of a loser, but if he gets us the cup I don't care."
"Really? Even though both his parents are Mudbloods?"
"I'll rip him off about that after we win. If we fight about it now we'll get creamed by Gryffindor. Again."
"Yeah that makes perfect sense; but isn't it just the biggest double standard?"
"What do you mean?"
"Half-Bloods are so inferior and useless" Lilith said, imitating Pansy Parkinson's girly voice "except when we need them in Quidditch and to help with homework."
Greg understood the double standard, but he had never really thought of it like that. Rather he believed that there was some important part of the way things are that in his stupidity he just couldn't understand. He had often had difficulty determining the line between a decant Half-Blood and a bad one.
Until now his mother's advice had always driven him well on this matter. "Now listen here Greg, this is important" she had said before sending him off to Hogwarts for the first time "about half the students you'll be going to school with are Half-Bloods. They can be confusing, since unlike Mudbloods it's not readily apparent what they are."
"But they're still part muggle aren't they?" He had asked her "so they're not like us anyway."
"No dear, but there are many different types of Half-Bloods. You have those that have a muggle parent, some that have Mudblood parents, and others whose parents were proper wizards and witches but their grandparents and great-grandparents weren't. Being Half-Blood isn't the same as being Pure or Mudblood. There are many that inherit enough wizard blood to still be alright."
"But they still have some muggle blood in them no matter what right? So they're still not as good?"
"Yes Greg dear, even the best of them will never be as good as us. Now you watch out for them, and stay close to Draco. He'll be able to pick them well."
"It's just so confusing" Greg sighed "hay do you want to go back to the castle and eat?"
"Yeah that sounds good" Lilith said "you sure you won't be kicked out of the club though?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well Greg," her cheeriness vanished and she looked around to make sure they were really alone "do you guys talk about me or Tracy in your Pureblood thing?" "No. Why?"
"It's just, this whole week Pansy and the other girls well, they just aren't as nice to me or Tracy anymore. Even Daphne has grown a bit distant."
"But you all still talk; and why would they not like you or Tracy anymore? You're both good half-bloods!" as far as Greg was concerned Lilith was as perfect as any Half-Blood could be. Growing up with a muggle father had shown her just how cruel muggles could be, but despite her violent father and weak mother she had grown up strong and determined to put a stop to muggle abuses.
In fact, even though Greg would never admit it to anyone else, he thought that Lilith was smarter and much more thoughtful than a lot of Purebloods he knew. Perhaps her red hair and poor eye-sight were the only things she had inherited from her muggle father.
"I know Greg" she said "but even though I agree with them, even though I've been friends with them… things have changed now, and I don't think our friendship will ever be the same again. This war is changing everything."
"Hay it's alright. I still think of you as the same old Lilith. If that helps at all." This was actually a white lie; Greg was under the impression that most girls would easily cry over something like this, however Lilith was still staying strong and his opinion of her only improved.
"Thanks Greg" Lilith said "it's nice to know that I'm not completely subhuman."
"Of course you're not" Greg said "Your just the type of person wizard-kind needs."
"You're so nice Greg. Hey, did you know that this weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend?"
"Yeah, the AD is getting together for some drinks at the Hog's Head"
"I see. Hay after you've finished do you want to have a look at Spintwitches? I'm thinking of getting some new Quidditch gloves, and then maybe after we could go to Honeydukes?"
"Yeah Honeydukes sounds great" He said, trying to forget how badly he had thrown up after his last visit to the candy shop "and I think my club is getting a bit worn."
"Okay, what time shall we meet?"
Suddenly Greg realised what was going on. Is Lilith asking me out on a date? He asked himself. No of course not. Don't be stupid Greg. She's just a friend and is really glad I'm being nice to her, that's all. As if she would want to go out with me anyway.
Greg and Lilith continued to make plans for the weekend, and when they got to the Great Hall they found Tracy and sat down to eat with her. Soon the conversation turned to Tracy's upcoming birthday and her plans to decorate an empty classroom for a massive party. Of course her birthday wasn't until January, but as usual Tracy was planning something really huge.
Meanwhile Draco was nowhere in sight, so Vince came to sit with them. Greg didn't know if he was imagining it or not, but his friend seemed to be trying to avoid looking at Tracy. It wasn't until the girls left to go research party spells and Greg and Vince had started on the third helping of desert that he found out what was troubling his friend.
"My parents have been talking with her family" Vince said between mouthfuls of chocolate-chip ice-cream "and as soon as she turns seventeen they're announcing our engagement."
"Oh cool" Greg said, feeling the slightest hint of jealously. He wondered how his family would ever find a wife for him. An arranged marriage would be his only chance of ever having a woman in his life, but even with his pure blood he doubted his parents would find a family willing to risk him getting their daughter pregnant with more idiot children.
"It's not cool at all!" Vince said "I don't want to be married to Davis!"
"Why not? She's nice enough, comes from a good family on her mother's side, oh and she is sort of pretty."
"Sort of pretty? I hate brainless fatties!"
Greg found himself laughing so hard that he almost chocked on a slice of apple pie. He may not understand what the word 'irony' meant, but he sure did have a good sense of it.
Vince however seemed unable to grasp such a concept and laughed along with Greg, thinking that his friend was simply finding it funny that he had insulted Tracy.
"Look Greg" Vince explained after they had both calmed down a bit "my parents think I'm too stupid to be wanted by any Pureblooded girl, and that's why they want me to marry Tracy. The Rosier family would never want me under normal circumstances, but since her mother is a squib and her father a Mudblood, they don't have much choice."
"Yeah, not the best blood" Greg agreed.
"Exactly. But you know what? I'm sick of having second best of everything. You know Greg, I think if I wanted to I could have Daphne."
"Daphne? But isn't she dating Harper?"
"I'm just as deserving of a sexy Pureblood girl as that pretty boy! The two of us need to make a stand Greg. Like when we told Malfoy where to shove it today. Why should we have to pollute our bloodlines?"
"Well we might have idiot children"
"We're not idiots Greg! We know as many jinxes and hexes as Potter, we can control people better than Malfoy, and we did alright in Charms too. Who cares if we can't read or write well? Now that I'm of age, my Father is going to start teaching me Dark Magic when I go home this Christmas; then all that nerdy stuff won't mean shit!"
"Yeah! No-one will doubt us when we're dark wizards."
"Yeah, oh look it's Malfoy."
Draco Malfoy was storming towards them looking furious. Greg wondered if he should hex him now before he started having a go at them.
"I knew I'd find you two here stuffing your faces" Malfoy said
"Shut up Malfoy!" Vince said "we don't take orders from you!"
"That's a shame" he said "since I wanted the two of you to help me with a bit of killing."
"Killing?" Vince asked, a smile creeping onto his face.
"Yup, killing" Draco said "it's time to show Zabini what happens to uppity Half-Bloods who don't know how to respect their superiors."
"Oh yeah!" Vince abandoned his ice-cream to go stand by Draco, suddenly best friends with him again.
"What about you Greg?" Draco asked.
"Count me in!" Greg said, getting up and following his friends down to the Slytherin Common Room.
:Meanwhile:
Theo and Xanthe arrived before Dave out of breath and excited. Theo had to wonder though, if what Xanthe said was true then just how would Blaise react?
"Whoa guys, what's all the excitement for?" Dave asked.
"Blaise is getting something special tomorrow" Xanthe said.
"Oh what's he getting? Hurry up and tell me then I'll let you in. Good thing you guys got here before I left."
"Off to see the Fat Lady again?" Xanthe asked.
"She's not fat! She was just painted with a thick brush."
"Alright, then sorry. Anyway, Blaise is going to be a Prefect."
"What's a Prefect?"
"He gets to give out detentions and stuff" Theo explained.
"Oh awesome! I'll tell those Nun's on the third floor; they love hearing about what you students are up to."
"That's great, now mind if we go in now?" Xanthe asked.
"Got the password?"
"Angle of Death"
"See ya guys."
They entered The Shop and Dave slammed the door shut behind them. Blaise was so engrossed in placing some sort of charm on a disembowelled gameboy that he didn't even notice them at first. Theo noticed Xanthe edge closer to him and quietly stopped her; it would be a very bad thing indeed if Blaise was distracted during such a delicate procedure. Theo could still remember how close the two of them had come to being expelled after Blaise had accidentally created a red-shelled Koopa Trooper and then not-so-accidentally set it loose in the common room. Who knew what damage would unfold if Xanthe did hug him and surprise him? It certainly wouldn't be a good way to start as a Prefect.
"Okay guys, I'm done" Blaise said as he layed down his tools and pocketed his wand "you can make noise now, nothing will explode."
"Yay!" Xanthe cheered as she flung herself at Blaise in a tight embrace. He seemed confused at first but quickly embraced her back.
"What's the special occasion honey?" Blaise asked "you haven't hugged me like this in weeks."
"I don't need an excuse to hug my boyfriend!" Xanthe snapped, pulling away from him and pretending to be deeply offended. At least Theo hoped she was only pretending to be offended.
"Okay sorry" Blaise pouted "you can hug me whenever you like… in fact I'd be happy if you hugged me more often… but there is a special occasion isn't there?"
"You're a prefect" Theo blurted out, hoping to head off either an argument or a lovey-dovey scene between Blaise and Xanthe.
"Theo!" Xanthe said "you don't just blurt something like that out!"
"I'm a prefect?" Blaise asked.
"You will be" Xanthe explained "Some friends of mine heard Malfoy have a huge argument with Snape. Snape said he could either hand his badge to you, or that he'd take it and mail it to you tomorrow."
"Oh great" Blaise said "That's one way to make being a prefect seem terrible; if it has to be given to me by Malfoy then I don't want it."
"It won't be" Xanthe assured him "Malfoy chucked a huge tantrum and practically threw the badge at Professor Snape."
"He threw a tantrum?"
"Yes, apparently he acted like a spoilt little brat and didn't want to give up the badge."
"Oh that sounds so like Malfoy" Blaise laughed "in that case I will wear my badge with pride, and rub it in his nose every chance I get. And then I'll see if I can get Ron Weasley put on detention."
"Blaise, you can't just constantly abuse your prefect powers" Theo said.
"Why not?" Blaise said "Malfoy did."
"And he just had his badge taken from him."
"Oh yeah, good point. Well, I'll certainly stand up for justice. I'll make all those Pureblood gangs pay for any step out of line they take."
"Well that's one good thing I suppose" Theo admitted "but why do you want to give Weasley detention anyway? I thought the two of you were getting along alright now."
"Not than you can put him on detention anyway" Xanthe reminded them "his a Prefect too remember?"
"Well, yeah I guess we get along alright" Blaise said "but his still a little arrogant bastard. The other day we were playing chess, and my mother was with us, and you know what he did? He beat me – beat me pretty well I'll admit – and then he acted like a little brat and teased me about it. Then asked Ma for a game. I know he is capable of being a good sport… but the little shit just wanted to humiliate me in front of my own mother."
"Guess its back to all that bickering" Theo sighed. He had gotten used to the idea that he and Blaise could talk to Harry as much as they wanted without Ron getting jealous anymore.
"Only if he keeps it up" Blaise said.
"Well you'll be seeing a lot more of him once you're a prefect" Xanthe said "You'll have to go to meetings together and do patrols – "
"I'm beginning to wonder if being a prefect is really worth it" Blaise said.
"You'll be a great Prefect!" Theo said "Tons better than Malfoy. Oh, Matty Powers and Tori Greengrass say congratulations, and they wanted me to give these to you." Theo then took out a package and gave it too Blaise.
"Wow, a half eaten box of chocolate frogs. Theo control your chocolate cravings!"
"I didn't eat any! Well, not yet."
"They were eating them and trading cards when we told them" Xanthe explained "So Matt decided to give you the rest of the packet."
"Well that was nice of him" Blaise said "So do you two want to help me eat these?"
"Yes!" Theo said
Blaise smiled and placed the bag on the table so that they could all help themselves. He then collapsed into the nearest beanbag with a chocolate frog and invited Theo and Xanthe to do the same. As soon as Theo landed in his beanbag he opened his frog and then started biting into that sweet, sweet chocolate.
"So Theo" Xanthe asked as she ate "Where are you going to take Hermione this weekend?"
"What do you mean?"
"In Hogsmeade this weekend" Blaise said "Going to take her out?"
"Well I… we haven't got any plans" Theo said "but well, are you talking about a date?"
"Well duh!" Xanthe said "Why not? You can talk to her alright now, and the two of you spend a lot of time together. Ask her out; take her to Madam Puddifoot's."
"What the hell is Madam Puddifoot's?" Theo asked.
"A really bad idea" Blaise said.
"What do you mean a really bad idea?" Xanthe said "You took me there!"
"I mean for Theo and Hermione" Blaise said.
"No way, it will be perfect"
Theo finished his frog and then grabbed another. Chocolate always seemed to help when people around him were arguing.
:Meanwhile:
Greg watched as Draco placed some meat in front of the door to their dormitory. Draco hadn't explained what he was planning and Greg couldn't figure it out. However if it involved hurting Blaise Zabini then it had to be good.
The cat flap on the door opened and Zabini's white birman walked out, sniffed the meat, then saw the three of them and hissed.
"You know, you're a mean bitch of a thing you ugly little fluffball" Draco hissed back "the perfect cat for an arrogant Half-Blood traitor like Zabini."
"Hssssss!"
Draco laughed and pointed the wand at the cat. "Imperio" he said.
The cat no longer looked mean. Actually it was quite docile now and Greg noticed how beautiful it was.
"Go and kill all of your kittens" Draco ordered the cat. The cat jumped back through the cat flap and the three boys followed. From their side of the dorm they had a good view of Zabini's cat as it jumped onto his bed and approached the kittens.
"Genius Malfoy" Vince said "it's going to kill them all."
The cat raised its paw to strike the first ginger fluffball, and then stopped and growled.
"Kill them!" Draco hissed, and much to Vince's delight the claws came down.
However Greg found that he couldn't watch. It was the strangest thing about him, but even though he found it rewarding to hurt weaker humans, there was a part of him that found the thought of harming animals repulsive. Maybe he was soft deep down. Or maybe he just hadn't gotten over watching Vince torture his pet bunny Fluffbum when they were seven. While Draco forced Zabini's cat to kill its own babies, Greg looked away and hoped he wouldn't throw up.
"Stop being a baby Greg" Vince said "the stupid cat is ripping them – "
"Shut up!"
It wasn't long before it was done, but the destruction of the kittens wasn't enough for Draco.
"Come here" He said "come to us!"
Without a backwards glance at the massacre, Leia made her way back through the cat flap, and then came back in on their side. Greg's brain hurt just thinking about how that must work.
"Come to us kitty" Draco smirked. She approached, then stopped and hissed.
"Don't defy me!" Draco said "grab her Crabbe!"
Vince grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck, and instantly got his arm scratched to pieces. Yelling in pain he threw her against the wall. While the cat was still dazed Draco cornered it and pointed his wand at it again.
"Let's get busy boys" Draco said "We're going to leave Zabini a message that even he'll get."
:Later:
Theo, Blaise and Xanthe didn't return to the common room until late, and as soon as they walked in Theo knew that something was wrong. The room went noticeable quieter and many people he recognised as being Pureblood bigots looked at Blaise.
"I guess they've heard about the new Prefect" Xanthe said "Well I'm going to try and have an early night. See you tomorrow guys."
They bid goodnight to Xanthe and then made their way to their own dormitory, trying to ignore some of the looks they were getting.
Blaise screamed when he saw what awaited them.
They had killed Leia, and using a giant knife had nailed her corpse to the door. Theo put his hand on Blaise's shoulder, and then averted his gaze from the door before the bloody knife could trigger a flashback of Alice's death.
The blood. The knife. The screams. Theo felt his chest tighten and sweat pour down his neck.
No, Blaise needs me! Block it! Think of happy times. Like when Alice smuggled me into Hogwarts and I got to watch her play against Gryffindor. That was a fun day. And what happened wasn't my fault.
"Leia" Blaise cried "Oh my god Leia how could anyone do this?"
Theo heard a disturbing sound from upstairs. They had heard Blaise's scream, and now some of them were laughing.
Like when Alice died.
Happy thoughts, like when we had saved up money to rent Star Trek videos and we watched them in the library. Happy thoughts! Cling to the happy thoughts, not that! Okay, okay, it's getting a bit better now. Focus Theo! Blaise needs you!
"They think this is a joke" Theo said "those, those, god Blaise I didn't even think they could do this!"
Blaise didn't reply, instead he began to gently pull the knife out as his eyes filled with tears. Soon he had the bloody knife on the ground and Leia's body cradled in his arms. It was only then that Theo noticed the words carved into the door:
KNOW YOUR PLACE BLOOD TRAITOR!
"We have to go get your Mum" Theo said "we have to tell her what happened."
"Hay Blaise" They heard Xanthe's voice coming down stairs "Someone said that was you screaming but… Oh my god where's all that blood coming from!"
"Oh no the kittens" Blaise gasped "Theo take Leia."
Blaise placed Leia's body in Theo's arms and then raced into the dormitory. Xanthe took one horrified look at the mutilated body and followed Blaise through the door. Theo then followed, dreading what they would find inside.
Blaise was already standing over his bed, where blood was obvious against the green duvet. All four kittens were dead, and bloody paw prints could be seen.
"They must have Imperioed another cat to come in and do this" Blaise said "or they… they could have gotten Leia to do it. Oh god I should have done something to that cat flap! Why didn't I?"
Theo laid Leia on the bed next to her kittens and then pulled his best friend into a one armed hug. "You couldn't have possibly known that they would do this" Theo cried "don't blame yourself."
"But I should have been more responsible!" Blaise said "I knew that this place was full of twisted sickos that hated me, I should have protected Leia more!"
"You did all you could" Theo said "Xanthe, can you please go and get Mrs Zabini?"
"Shouldn't we tell Professor Snape?" Xanthe asked.
"Yeah, may as well get him too" Theo said.
Xanthe left, and soon Theo heard the sounds of arguing coming from downstairs. He didn't want to look at the dead cats, so he just looked at his friend. Theo then realised that this was the first time he had ever seen Blaise cry.
:The next day:
Greg was walking around the grounds with a small group of AD members who had decided to have lunch outside today; Vince, Draco, Pansy and Millicent as well as some of the fifth years. All were talking about Zabini's cat and how awesome it was that they had gotten away with it.
"I knew my son shouldn't have been put in this house of sadists" Pansy said, imitating Professor Zabini's rant from last night.
"That woman really isn't fit to be a teacher" Millie said "apart from marrying a muggle, I mean look at how unstable she was just because a stupid cat was killed."
"She shouldn't have tried to mess with Slytherin issues" Harper said "and as Snape said, these no way to tell who did it. Damn Draco that must have taken a lot of self control not to threaten him or say anything else to give yourself away."
"Yeah" Deschamps said "if some Half-Blooded muggle-lover had taken my prefect badge I think I would have just hexed him into oblivion. What you did though… that was much better."
"It's not hard to plan something like that" Draco said "you just have to control your feelings and then try and think of what will hurt them the most. Simple as that."
"I still can't believe that anyone would even think of replacing you with Zabini!" Pansy said "so did he get his badge this morning?"
"No not yet" Vince said "maybe Snape's reconsidering."
"He won't" Draco said "Snape's still just a Half-Blood himself when it comes down to it. And I'm starting to doubt that he is one of the worthy ones at that."
"Of course his worthy" Vince said "his a Death Eater! How more worthy can you get?
Greg stopped paying attention to the conversation at that point. He had just spotted Lilith sitting alone by the lake. He went over to her, knowing that no-one in the group would notice his disappearance until they realised they had leftover food in the basket.
"Hi Lilith" Greg said.
"Hello Goyle."
This was bad; Lilith had never referred to him as 'Goyle' before. Greg wondered what he had done to make her sound so angry.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked.
"What's wrong with me? Why don't you ask what's wrong with you Greg."
"With me? What's that meant to mean?"
"It was you who tortured that poor cat wasn't it? You Vince and Malfoy."
"No-one can prove it"
"So because you won't be caught that makes it all alright?"
"It was Zabini's cat" Greg said, trying to convince himself just as much as her that it was alright "His a…a…"
"A Half-Blood" Lilith finished "like me."
"Not like you" Greg said "his proud and arrogant and doesn't know his place. We had to do something!"
"But what does his cat have to do with it?"
"It showed him something."
"Greg I don't see how you can be alright with this. Torturing animals is something that twisted little muggle boys do, something that leads them to becoming twisted muggle sociopaths. How could you condone something so, so muggle?"
Greg remained silent. Partly because she was right, but also because he had to wonder what that made Vince.
"Greg, is it worth having a muggle free world if we have to become muggles to do it? I, I can't believe everyone thinks this is okay."
"Lilith…,"
"Just go Greg! Go have a picnic with your exclusive little group! I hope you can all figure out what you're fighting for."