Hey guys! Hope you guys have had a good time! Anyways, this chapter has a bit off ridiculousness, some sadness, and some mystery (not much but some). Enjoy!

~FS

Disclaimer: I still don't own this.

Chapter 6: Davis, Draco, and Nico

"Well it seems that went as well as possible," Alek remarked. Ashe smirked, stirring his tea, "Besides the fact that old Dumbles is more pissed off than when Antonio found out that Lucius had filled the dorms of Durmstrang with laughing gas?" Alek laughed, agreeing, "That was an interesting night." Alek sighed, unconsciously putting an arm around Ashe as he stared into the fireplace. Ashe smiled a bit and moved closer, enjoying the embrace as Alek mused, "What am I to do Ashe? Between Albus and a returning Dark Lord, the kids are in some much danger. I can't stay there with them, I have too much to do." Ashe closed his eyes, saying softly, "Rachael is there. I'll go there too, hiding in the castle. We'll keep them safe. Now sit here and relax. Enjoy the night."

Alek smiled weakly, looking down at the teen snuggled into him, "I guess I am worrying too much. Everything should be fine with you guys there. I'll keep an eye on them from a distance." Ashe nodded a bit, enjoying himself, "Now, do you want to play a game?" Alek rolled his eyes, "Knowing you, it's to get my clothes off." "How'd you guess?" Ashe said teasingly, "Although it'd be better if you put yourself into your young form. Much better than this old man." Chuckling, the "old man" shifted his form to be 20 years younger, "Better Ashe?" "Much Better; now I can look at you." Smirking, Alek looked into the fireplace, "I wonder what the kids are doing?"

Back at Hogwarts...

They Slytherins were being quickly led down into the dungeon, "Alright you lot, keep up! Don't want you getting lost." When they arrived at a random section of blank wall, the perfect spun on his heel and grinned, "Alright you idiots, listen up! We Slytherins enter out dorm through here, like this," the boy said, turning to the wall. Harry and Veritas suddenly noticed the gargoyle jutting out from the wall. They were at varying different points in the hall, but the Perfect pointed his wand at the one in front of them, "Lumos!" The gargoyle's eyes light up, casting yellow light over them . But nothing else happened, and first years looked at each other in confusion. This guy did know how to get into their dorm, right?

The grinning perfect laughed at them, "Did you think that had anything to do with it? Don't be ridiculous, only a Hufflepuff would have such a ridiculous system!" The perfect began tapping seemingly random bricks and like the wall in Diagon Alley, the bricks drew back and revealed the Slytherin Dorms. The first years whispered eagerly, "Now the sequence changes every week, so you need to make sure to find it out. Welcome to Slytherin boys!" They all went in and were directed by a girl -another perfect- to sit down. "Hello everyone, My name is Mitzerella, or, as you must call me if you don't want to get hurt, Mitzy." "Or Mittens," the blond haired perfect from earlier added grinning.

"Shut it!" The girl said glaring daggers at the overly happy perfect. Everyone quickly understood NOT to get on her bad side. "You've all met our resident flamboyant nutcase, Davis." The boy looked offended, "Now Mittens [Its Mitzy!], you're just going to scare them. I'm not that crazy or all that flamboyant at all." The girl's right eye twitched at being interrupted from her speech, "Oh? Fourth year you had pink hair and I'm pretty sure you said you were gay." The first years exchanged glances, as the blond sputtered, "That was a dare, Fluffy Mitts! A DARE! You can hardly hold that against me, after all, need I remind you about fifth year second semester?"

The Harry and Veritas shared an amused look as the girl blushed a bit, "I-If you DARE, I will skin you alive and stick you in a barrel of vinegar!" Blaise raised his hand, which the girl, gratefully, responded to, "Yes, your question?" "Is that guy really a perfect?" Everyone burst into laughter as the boy threw his hands in the air and left. The girl grinned at the dark boy, "Thank you for that. Now as you just witnessed, even in Slytherin, we have arguments and don't necessarily like each other. However, that said, we are at war with Gryffindor, wary of Hufflepuff, and friends only with Ravenclaw. As such, we cannot show any weakness. All conflict stops at the exit. We stand by each other against the world."

And with that, Schlange slithered into the room, scarring the crap out of a couple first years and causing the Perfect to scream. The snake slithered over to Harry, who laid his hand on the ground, allowing Schlange to slither up and around Harry's shoulders. [What took you so long boss?] Harry grinned sheepishly as Davis bounded back into the room, "I'm sorry, I thought I heard ol' Mitz scream like a little girl. Oh wait," he said mischievously, "You are." "Nothing to be such an ass about," muttered Mitzy, "I was just... startled, by a snake." She said, glaring at everyone, daring them to contradict her.

Davis was cracking up, "Dear Lord woman, excuse me, I have to go cry from laughing so hard about a Slytherin being scared by a snake!" The blond quickly disappeared, as the brown-haired girl glared at the silently laughing first-years, "Alright, off to your rooms you idiots." The all quickly got up and left, lest they fall to her wrath. The gang quickly ran to their rooms, finding them to be in pairs. Harry and Veritas got one room, to their relief, Crabbe and Goyle were put in the same room, to no one's surprise, while Blaise (the lucky bastard) got his own room as there were an odd number of boys.

They all said goodnight to each other and went to their respective rooms. The two brothers set about unpacked, as Schlange coiled up and got a head start on his sleep. Once the brothers finished, they stayed up for a while, talking excitedly, wondering what the year had in store for them. "I wonder how Draco is doing?" Harry asked abruptly. Veritas shrugged, "I guess that we'll find out tomorrow. Though we should probably get some sleep." "You're right Brother; good-night." "Good-night Harry."

It was quiet for a few minutes before a tentative voice called out, "Hey Big Bro?" Veritas grumbled, "What Harry?" Silence for a moment, "Do you think Dad's doing alright." "Yes Harry, I'm sure Ashe won't let Dad worry too much. Goodnight Harry."

It was silent for another few minutes. "...Veritas?"

It was going to be a long night.

"Hey, are you friends with the first-year, ummm, Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?" The gang looked at the Ravenclaw third-year at Breakfast. They nodded, "Yes Why?" The Ravenclaw grimaced, "He had a... rough night last night." Clearly not wanting to say more, "I think his friends could provide better support than we can since we just met him." Everyone glanced at each other, Harry suspicious about the reason Draco was in such a state. They nodded to the nevrous Ravenclaw boy, "Where is he?" The Ravenclaw led to the library and pointed them over to the table where the new Ravenclaw was sitting.

Draco was a mess, his hair not gelled completely, uniform in disarray, eyes red and puffy from crying. As they walked over they could hear him sniffling, and they could see his tear stained cheeks. Harry sat opposite of Draco, Veritas next to him, Blaise next to Draco, Crabbe and Goyle filling in the other two spots. Draco barely acknowledged them. They waited a moment, before Blaise started, "Draco, what the hell happened?" Draco angrily glared at him, "Leave me alone, you insufferable snake."

Everyone but Harry was surprised about this. He gently grabbed Draco's chin and turned the shaking boy to face him, "What did he do Draco?" The others looked at each other confused, but Draco understood what he meant and started explaining, lip quivering, "Harry, Harry, he-he, he..." Draco was on the verge of breaking down again, "He disowned me, disinherited me!" The boy wailed in anguish, "He t-tossed me aside like-like-like trash." They watched sadly as the ex-Malfoy heir broke down again. Blaise hugged Draco, who cried into his shoulder, "Hush, Draco, it's okay, calm down."

The others felt helpless as the boy continued to sob, "He said- he said I wasn't-wa-wasn't worthy to be called a Malfoy. He told me wasn't my father- my dad doesn't care about me!" Everyone felt their anger raising as the blond kept on, wallowing in sorrow; they wanted to kill that man, at least Blaise did. He knew how much his Father meant to Draco. Harry and Veritas couldn't believe the man, how could a parent be so cruel and heartless. Veritas turned to Crabbe and Goyle, "Go get the Headmaster. Do not tell anyone else what has happened here." The two nodded and strode off. Veritas glumly turned to the teen shaking in Blaise's arms. He hoped the Headmaster would have some idea about what to do.

In Dumbledore's office...

Snape was pacing, "I cannot believe he would do something like this Albus!" The Proffesor raged, as the sympathetic Albus's eyes twinkled. This was turning into an interesting day indeed. "He has blasted the boy off the tree! Disowned him, Disinherited him! Draco Malfoy doesn't exist in their eyes!" Snape collapsed into a chair, head spinning, "Why, why, why? He was strict, cruel even, but for Lucius to do this..." Dumbledore nodded understandingly, "It is probably for the best, old friend."

The Potions Master gaped at him, as Albus held up a hand. His eyes were twinkling at full output, "The boy's father is obviously a cruel and heartless person, hardened by serving the Dark Lord more faithfully than anyone else. It is better that he is away from that man than have to endure his evil and suffer through, no doubt, the man's manipulations to bring him to the Death Eater's cause." The old Headmaster silently thinking that was the true victory here; a possibly useful individual out of Death Eater influence.

Snape thought about that. It was depressing, but true. The evil that could have been planted in Draco... It made the spy shudder. But still, "The man's praise and affection meant more to Draco than anything else. I hate to see the state he's in!" The Headmaster sighed, agreeing with the Professor, "The relationship between Father and Son is most precious. However, this only reinforces that this is a blessing in disguise. After all, if he were so eager for his Father's approval, who knows what Lucius could have gotten him to do!"

Snape glumly agreed. "I just wish I knew where that boy was." There came a knock and Albus admitted two young Slytherins. "Headmaster sir, can you hurry and come with us?" Albus head tilted, curious, "What's the matter boys?" The two boys looked at each other before turning back to the principal, "It's Draco sir. He needs help." Snape practically launched himself at the boys, "Where is he?" The color from their faces drained. They had never been on the receiving end of a Snape Death Glare before.

"Harry, Veritas, and Blaise are with him in the library comforting him," Goyle barely managed to articulate. The Pofessor was then gone, moving faster than anyone they had seen, robes billowing, somehow still managing his evil and terrible style to make himself not look stupid while running. It was quite a frightening sight for the two young Slytherins. All the while, an ecstatic Albus was mentally doing a jig.

It was perfect! The most likely person to become a Death Eater and led his house astray was no longer under any of Tom's influence, his spy was now even more loyally against the Death Eaters; if he had heard right, Harry and his Slytherin brother were comforting him, meaning that they now knew just what people like Lucius were like! All his biggest concerns for the future were naturally all heading in the direction Albus wanted, all because Lucius got his Noble robes in a twist! Ah, the joys of when your opponents did the hard work for you!

Back at the Library...

Snape came in, a flurry of robes. Harry and Veritas looked up at him, worried for their friend, while Blaise kept holding the trembling and sobbing young boy. Snape locked eyes with Harry for a moment, again surprised at how much his eyes reminded him of Lily. Not wanting to have to worry about having to deal with the enigma that his feelings were becoming, the cynical Professor focused on Veritas, "How is Draco?" Veritas looked at him incredulously, "Well considering that the most important person to him just disowned him, he's taking it rather well." Snape frowned at the sarcasm, but momentarily let it slide to focus on Draco. "Draco, are you okay?"

The blond sniffled, "How can I be okay? My Father disowned me! He said I was trash to him, never to step in his Manor again. My own Father!" the boy wailed in sorrow. Blaise looked up at the angry Professor, "Sir, where will Draco go? Will he be okay?" Snape nodded, "I am his Godfather. He will come live with me." They were surprised at this little tidbit of information, but nodded. They didn't know what it'd be like to have Snape as a guardian. Hopefully, he'd be able to help Draco. "Can I leave him with you? I need to go... Deal with a certain Lord. Please take him to class or the infirmary. I can't let all of you skip your first class unfortunately."

They nodded, understanding what he meant. Blaise looked sadly at Draco, "I'm going to kill Mr. Malfoy if Professor Snape doesn't do it first." The brothers nodded, agreeing. They couldn't understand at all. Harry had been abused, that was true, but he never had to deal with this. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if his Father disowned him. It was a terrible thing to do. The only silver-lining was that Draco was away from that God damned bastard.

They helped the crying Draco up and quickly sneaked him over to the infirmary, explaining the situation to Madame Pomferey. She understood and quickly gave him a Calming Potion, with a shake of her head at what she heard. She didn't care for those pureblood aristocrats, and this merely added onto the already growing list. Blaise escorted Draco back to his dorm, asking the others to grab his books for him. They agreed and split off. Harry and Veritas made a mental note to talk to Rachael about this.

Mean-while, at the Sharp Manor...

Alek grimaced as he slipped his wine. He had received the paper today, and it confirmed what his sources had already told him. It ran the Headline...

17 MURDERED IN VAMPIRE ATTACK!

GOVERNMENT CALLS FOR MORE REGULATION!

by Rita Skeeter

In a terrifying assault by Vampires on a muggle village recently, 17 people died, 3 of them wizards. The attack was sudden and unexpected, catching our people unawares. I, being the diligent reporter I am, went and surveyed the site myself and can say that the devastation was heart-strickening. Large sections of the muggles' village was burning, craters with dead bodies and ash nearby testified to not only the skill of our wizards, but also to the immense power the Vampires hold.

Heavy Restrictions have been placed on them in the past, but apparently, these are not enough to keep a rampaging Vampire at bay. The Ministry does not have numbers yet, but the tell me it was a coordinated attack, designed to catch the people unawares. I wonder myself dear readers, if such a devastating attack can happen without warning, who will be next? Will it be myself, my neighbors, my friends? I, Rita Skeeter, can say without a shadow of a doubt that I plan on writing the Ministry to let them know they have my full support, and I believe that it is each of our duties to ourselves and our children to make sure this terrible creatures are kept at bay.

For more on the attack go to page 5

For more on current Vampire laws, page 12

Alek wanted to straight up murder that Rita Skeeter. He had been personally contacted by the Head of the European Vampiric Clans (E.V.C.), Nico Van Hellsing. That man's story was an interesting one really. But that doesn't matter at the moment, thought Alek, getting back on track. The man called him to make sure he knew that the attack was not sanctioned by the EVC, or even known about till a few hours before he had called. Apparently, there were rumors circulating of a group calling themselves the "Todesser" or Death Eaters. Supposedly, they were behind this.

But the British wouldn't care if the Death Eaters were causing this, he thought bitterly. Vampires were greatly feared there, and anything like this would cause their corrupt and racist Ministry to freak out. He could already see the laws those parasites were making at that very moment. Alek walked over to the phone, dialing Nico's number. "Hello Nico, it's Alek. We need to talk."

Hope you guys don't hate me for that one with Draco! Speaking of him, I have a poll up on my profile that I will leave up until I feel like I have a conclusive vote, or until I make up my mind. It is about who you guys want Draco paired with. So please, if it's still up, go over and let me know your opinion!

Till next time...

~FS