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Sorry for the wait, my muses seem to have developed ADD.

This chapter ended itself a lot earlier then I had planned but the next chapter should be much longer.

Anisuke spent most of breakfast the next morning trying to ignore Ginny, who was trying to gain his attention by flashing what little cleavage she had in his direction and it was starting to ruin his appetite. He was also looking forward to watching Flitwick deal with Kouga. At the end of the meal he grabbed Neville, who was starting to get used to being dragged through the halls, and headed toward Charms to make sure that he had a good seat for the show.

Everything started out normally enough; Flitwick gained everyone's attention and let them know that Kouga was going to be observing the class. The fun started when he started to explain that they were going to be learning about minor glamour charms and Kouga's head snapped up. "Excuse me, are you saying that they are entering their fifth year and they're only now learning about glamours?"

Flitwick seemed almost shocked that Kouga had interrupted him. "Well, most of the first and second year is spent making sure that the muggleborn students are caught up in learning the basics of how charms work along with the proper wand movements and pronunciations."

Kouga's head tilted to the side, almost like a puppy and Anisuke hid a grin. "Why doesn't Hogwarts offer a tutoring course or a pre-entry course for muggleborn students so they don't drag everyone else down?"

You could tell that Flitwick was starting to get a little flustered. "Most muggle parents have a hard enough time dealing with magic when their child is eleven so we can't really start only muggleborns two years earlier and Dumbledore is the one that has to approve any new courses that are presented by the Board of Governors barring those assigned by the Ministry and the purebloods on the board have never put it up for his approval."

"That is not entirely true, the transcripts from several of the discussions they have had over the years show that they have put the issue forth thirty-seven times with just as many denials. Why wouldn't the purebloods want to educate the muggleborns early if it would help their own children get more out of their schooling instead of having to learn from their parents every summer?" Kouga leaned back in the chair he was using as he gazed at the rather stunned Flitwick. "I could accurately assume that every pureblood or half-blood in this room, except for a few slower individuals," his eyes roved over an embarrassed Ron, "already know how to cast most of the common glamours as well as several of the more complex. In fact most of the females are probably wearing them right now." Half the females in the class blushed cherry red.

Flitwick looked positively flabbergasted, he honestly believed that the issue just hadn't been brought up; his faith in Dumbledore took a plunge as his face hardened slightly. "Unfortunately I can't do anything on my own, though I would be more then happy to help with any classes like that if they were presented in the future." His posture relaxed at the wolfish grin plastered itself across Kouga's face as he turned to continue his class.

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Ron shook the entire trip from the Gryffindor common room to Professor Miasma's classroom, out of all of the new teachers Miasma was the scariest, hands down. He knocked the moment that he arrived at the door; he was smart enough to know that pissing the professor off was not a very good idea.

The door swung open with a terrifying squeak to reveal that the entire room was veiled in shadows; he couldn't even tell if the professor was even in the room at all until his voice floated from the depths of the room in barely more then a whisper. "Come in Mr. Weasley, we have so much to discuss…"

Ron trembled as he entered the room slowly only to jump in fright as the door slammed closed behind him, leaving him in complete darkness. He pounded on the door for several minutes until he felt something brush against his leg in the dark. He tried to keep himself from breaking down; the professor couldn't physically harm him right?

He blindly reached out in the darkness trying to find something solid to hold onto, he would have even settled for grabbing the professor, but no matter how much he searched he couldn't find anything to grab onto, it was almost if he was in an abyss. The only solid thing in the room was the floor and whatever kept brushing against him. His movement became almost frantic as he ran desperately in first one direction and then another frantically reaching ahead; there had to be something or someone in this room, he had heard the professor's voice!

The thing that brushed against him began to ram into him at random intervals, startling him into screaming with every pass until he fell to the ground and curled into a ball. He couldn't take it anymore, he would never insult anyone ever again, at least not Harry, if only he could have a light even a spark would do.

By the time he was sent back to the dorms at the end of his detention Ron was in a daze and hardly acknowledged anything or anyone. He only came to when he entered the dorm room to find it bathed in darkness. He almost hyperventilated as he ran back to the comforting warmth of the fire and stared into the glowing flames until he slipped into haunting dreams of never-ending darkness and loneliness. He awoke the next morning before anyone else, feeling as if he hadn't slept at all with the dark circles under his eyes to prove it. The vow that he had made during the detention faded from his mind as a new, more dangerous and stupid vow took its place. He would make them pay for making him live through this, he was a Weasley and he would show them all that he wasn't to be taken lightly, starting with that ingrate.

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By the end of the third week which had passed much like the first one had Dumbledore found himself more irritated and enraged then he had thought possible. So far those idiotic mates of the boy wonder had managed to turn one of his most loyal teachers against him as well as terrify most of the student body into submission. Flitwick had stormed up to his office after Ookami had evaluated him and had actually yelled at him! The man had dressed him down for over an hour about how muggleborns should be allowed to learn the basics without holding the other students back and that he had no right to refuse them the chance to do so. It had taken every ounce of his control to keep from pulling his wand on the little half-breed and curse him into oblivion.

The other thing that he had found particularly worrisome was the drastic change in the two puppet members of the previous 'Golden Trio'. Hermione seemed to have decided to focus on making herself more popular and was now spending her time between studying in the library and trying to get some of the more popular pureblood and half-blood girls to spend their time with her. Ronald, on the other hand, had buried himself in the library and had actually been studying, though no one was quite sure what it was that he was so interested in. His puppets were not sticking to the carefully laid plans that he had set them up with years ago. A headache started to develop as he tried to find a way to set everything back on track.

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Anisuke leaned back against Neville as Luna sat across from them with her normal dreamy expression on her face. They were out by the lake after spending the largest portion of the morning dodging Ginny's attempts to get Anisuke to notice her. If it wasn't her it was Hermione trying to convince him that she was his friend and that he needed to let her back into his life, it was starting to get on his very last nerve.

"Harry, do you think that it would be better to follow a snake trail then a trail of honey." Luna was looking to the sky as her voice drifted over to him.

"I think the snake would be the safer bet, at least it might listen to reason while the bee that laid the honey trail would likely sting first without thought." Anisuke had a feeling she had seen something about the war. She didn't talk about it much but both males knew that the reason she was so 'loony' was that she lived both in the present and the future.

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Later at lunch Anisuke understood what Luna had been hinting at when a large eagle owl landed in front of him at the table and stuck its leg forward with a rather impatient glare. He relieved the bird of its burden and watched as it took back off with a huff before stuffing the letter into his robe to read later on. If his hunch was right he had just received a letter from the Dark Lord in the Great Hall, it definitely didn't increase his faith in the protection the school was supposed to offer.

When he finally opened the letter within the safety of his room his thoughts were confirmed with the spidery letters that filled the parchment.

The increasingly infamous Boy-Who-Lived:

I have heard many interesting things about you from my followers' children over the last couple of weeks and I find myself to be intrigued.

They have told me that you have finally started to see the old man for the manipulative puppeteer that he is behind his mask. They also tell me that your mates are some of the most Slytherin individuals that they have met, which I find very interesting. The Gryffindor lion is mated to three snakes.

You have expressed the interest to know what exactly I am after and far be it from me to keep you in suspense.

I desire a complete separation from the Muggle World and the purifying of the taint they have left. Muggleborns should be taken at birth and given to pureblood families to raise not only to keep them from holding the other children back in school, but also to keep any other children from feeling the same prejudice that both you and I are familiar with. I may yet be convinced to go on a case by case basis with this, though the parents of any muggleborn that keeps the child would have to be sworn to secrecy and the children would have to be tutored before school, I will not have them holding pureblood and half-bloods back due to ignorance.

All laws that limit the rights of any magical creature need to be abolished. Magical creatures deserve to be respected for they are far more magical then any human could hope to be. Irrational fear has limited our society for far too long and something needs to be done before it collapsed on itself.

Those are just a couple of the things that I wish to see changed and I do hope that you give me the opportunity to tell you more at a later date, but for now I will leave you to think over my words and should you desire more knowledge you can send future letters through the son of my right hand.

If you wish to share this letter with your mates you will have to translate as I wrote it in Parseltongue to keep it from the grasp of the coot.

Voldemort

Anisuke found himself staring blankly at the letter for several moments before he managed to pull himself out of his daze to think about the implications of the letter. He could honestly see where Voldemort was coming from though he had to admit that his methods left something to be desired, though with Dumbledore around they were the only ones really open to him at the time. He would definitely need to see what his mates thought of the letter, he was already sure that Voldemort and Naraku would get along like two peas in a pod if given the chance.

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