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"Are you going down for breakfast?" I was dressed in my uniform, looking impeccable as always.
Hermione was still in her pajamas.
The look she gave me was all the answer I needed. It clearly said "Hell, no."
"You are going to hide up here and let Ginny Weasley win?" I raised my brow in a challenge.
Her eyes narrowed and a spark of fire flashed in her hazel depths.
Good.
I'm not going to let her sit up here and feel sorry for herself. It's time she shows Ginny Weasley exactly who she's fucking with.
Her mouth opened to retort. Then it snapped shut again. She huffed, rolled her eyes, and slammed the bathroom door behind her.
I smirked to myself. I can't help it. She's hot when she's angry. Especially when it isn't directed at me.
She emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later wearing her trademark sloppy uniform and black boots. The skirt she had chosen was pure black. The sweater was gray. She had removed the Gryffindor emblem from her chest, and she had chosen to not wear a tie at all. Her hair was pulled back on the sides, but she pulled it back in a way that all of the red was hidden.
I held her hand as we walked downstairs. As we got closer to the Great Hall, her hand tightened around mine.
"Relax." I squeezed her hand.
She cleared her throat. Her eyes flicked to me quickly, then to the door ahead of us.
From the noise coming out of the hall, most everyone is already in there. It reminds me of the first night, when we walked in together.
By now everyone in that room will know what happened at the Gryffindor table the night before. And with the article in the Prophet the day before, most will assume as Weasley did, that I would move on to avoid losing my inheritance.
It's imperative that we show a united front right now. She knows it as well.
"Just so we're clear," she paused to take a deep breath. "I refuse to sit at the Gryffindor table until they apologize. Which means I'm sitting with you this morning, right?"
Because that went so well the last time.
"Look at it this way, at least in the snake pit you know who your enemies are." I felt my lip tilt up on one side.
"Yes. Everyone." She huffed a short laugh.
"Exactly." I squeezed her hand one more time. "Are you ready for this?"
She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.
"The question is, are they ready for us?" She smirked up at me.
Our eyes met one last time. I waited until she nodded. Then we opened the doors and stepped through together.
Just like the first night at the castle, everyone stopped. No one said a word. Hundreds of sets of eyes followed us as we walked with purpose, heads held high, hands clasped together.
My eyes met Theo's as we neared the table. His eyes widened and he nearly choked on whatever he was eating. I knew exactly what he was thinking when his lip curled up on one side. He glanced over at Blaise. Simultaneously, they slid further apart, creating an extra space between them so we could both sit.
Hermione sat next to Blaise. I took my seat between her and Theo.
"Your aunt was right," Theo chuckled, just loud enough that I could hear but no one else could. "You don't do anything halfway, do you?"
"It's time everyone knows exactly where I stand." I responded just as quietly.
Thirty seconds after we sat down, the dead silence in the room was filled with a cacophony of voices. I kept my hand wrapped around Hermione's as we filled our plates and ignored the chaos happening around us.
"She has some nerve…"
"It's true, then? Malfoy really is a blood traitor."
"Salazar Slytherin is rolling in his grave right now."
"It's a disgrace to the Slytherin name is what it is."
One by one, the students that had been sitting at the table got up and moved as far away from us as they could. All except for Blaise and Theo.
Hermione squeezed my hand. I rubbed my thumb across her wrist in a soothing pattern.
"So Granger," Blaise talked loud enough that everyone sitting close to us could hear. "I understand we have you to thank for winning the match Saturday."
Hermione tensed for a few seconds, then released a short laugh and relaxed just a bit.
"So I'm told." Her lip tilted up on one side and she rolled her eyes. "It couldn't possibly be because Draco practices for hours every day and Harry's idea of practice is taking a few laps every now and then. No. It has to be because I wore a Slytherin quidditch shirt."
"Just make sure you wear it next Saturday, too." He chuckled. "You know, just in case."
"Duly noted." She released a deep breath and continued eating.
Honestly, it was one of the most awkward meals I have ever had in this castle. I know she felt it, too.
My eyes scanned the room. Most of the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs had gone back to eating their breakfast. In contrast, most of the Gryffindors and Slytherins were openly glaring at us.
My eyes met with Potter's. He didn't have the same angry glare on his face as the rest of them did. He was more confused than angry. Same with Weasley. He looked away first and said something to Weasley.
The red haired wizard shook his head.
"Potter and Weasley have no idea why you are sitting here instead of with them." I gestured across the room. Hermione looked up and watched the same interaction I was watching.
Ginny grinned as she filled them in on what the rest of Gryffindor house had done to their friend.
Hermione's hand squeezed mine as her best friends reacted to the betrayal.
Ron's face turned bright red, whilst Harry's turned white as a sheet.
"You did what?" Ron's voice carried throughout the room. His eyes darted over to Hermione.
Her hand tightened around mine again. My fingers are starting to tingle.
"Alright?" I asked. Even though I could see her blinking quickly, trying to hold back tears.
"Fine." She cleared her throat and averted her eyes. "I'm fine."
She isn't fine.
Owls swooped in to deliver the Monday morning mail. Two letters dropped to the table in front of me.
The first, I recognized as being from Andromeda. The second sent a cold chill down my spine. The sprawling letters written across the white envelope were all too familiar.
"Draco?" Hermione spoke my name quietly.
"It's from my Father." I stared at the offensive correspondence for a long moment. There is literally nothing that man has to say that I want to hear. I'm tempted to burn it without ever opening it.
"You already know what it's going to say, right?" Theo broke the silence.
"Most likely." With my father, it's hard to tell. He won't outright disinherit me. "I'm sure it will be thinly veiled threats, followed by an ultimatum and a deadline. A few insults and the typical list of reasons that I am a disappointment to him and the family name. You know, the usual."
I picked both letters up and put them in my bag.
"I'll read it later. Or I'll toss it in the fire. One or the other."
The bell rang to indicate the end of breakfast. As one, everyone that was still in the Great Hall rose and moved towards the doors. Except for the four of us. And Potter and Weasley.
"Don't read it alone, Mate." Blaise waited till the table was empty before he said anything.
"Right." Theo agreed with him. "We can meet somewhere after Defense. You can wait that long, right?"
I rolled my eyes. I'm not a damn child. I don't need moral support to read a scathing letter from my father.
Yes, you do.
"He can wait." Hermione answered for me.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Hermione has her support system, and I have mine.
"Alright. Meet us on the third floor after classes are over for the day."
We moved towards the door. Potter and Weasley were standing there waiting for us.
"You should go on to class," Hermione told me. "I'm going to the library. Just meet me there when you are done."
We do need to get moving or we'll be late. I leaned down and kissed her.
"Alright, already." Theo sighed in exasperation and shoved my shoulder. "You've made your point, and there is no one left in here to see it anyway."
Hermione bit into her lower lip and looked up at me through her lashes.
Merlin and Salazar.
What was Theo saying?
Oh, right. Class.
I sighed and reluctantly released her hand. My eyes met Potter's and hardened before I followed Theo and Blaise from the Hall.
Potter at least had the grace to look ashamed.
"Mione, we had no idea…" I could hear Weasley start his apology before the door closed behind me.
[ - - - ]
"So, this is where the two of you have been staying?" Theo asked as they walked into the lecture room on the third floor. "I expected something less classroom-ish."
My eyes met Hermione's for a moment.
"This is where we are working on our project." She answered in a bored tone. "It's quiet and out of the way. Plus there is an office we can lock our research in at the end of the day."
"What is this project, anyway?" Blaise asked as he stared at Ravenclaw's book under the glass case.
"To read that book." I opened my bag and retrieved the letters I received that morning. "Speaking of reading unpleasant things, shall we see if I'm no longer the Malfoy heir?"
I checked the envelope for curses, because I know my father all too well. I did not detect any dark magic on the heavy paper, so I broke the seal.
As soon as I did, a wailing cry of anguish filled the room.
That would be my mother.
I dropped the envelope as though it had burned me.
Hermione's hand settled over mine. Blaise sat across from me with his wand ready. I took a deep breath and pulled the parchment from the envelope.
"Draco," I read out loud, knowing they were just as curious as I to see what the senior Malfoy had to say. "I'm sure you can imagine my surprise when I received the Daily Prophet Sunday morning and saw you on the front page. I know that we have had our differences in the past. However, after everything I have done for you, I did not expect this level of rebellion or betrayal. Surely you know that I cannot let this pass. You are making a mockery of our fine name, and I will not stand for it.
"Your Mother is heartbroken, fearful that she will lose you in the same manner that she lost her sister many years ago. I will expect a correspondence from you confirming that you have ended this tryst immediately.
"Rest assured, you have already been suspended from access to our vaults. You have a fortnight to prove that you are not a blood traitor. If I have not heard from you by then, you will be removed from this family permanently. There will be no coming back. You will be dead to us.
"Do not test me on this, boy. You will lose. And that…"
I stopped reading out loud. My hands started to shake as I finished the rest in my head.
"Draco?" Hermione asked.
I can't answer her. I can barely breathe.
Blaise pulled the parchment from my hands and skimmed through the part I had already read. He picked up where I left off.
"And that mudblood of yours will pay for taking my heir away from me. She will meet the fate she managed to escape during the war. I will personally finish what Bellatrix started."
Hearing the words out loud, my anxiety dissipated as red-hot anger flowed through me.
Hermione flinched. Reflexively, her right hand covered her left arm.
"He isn't going to get anywhere near you." I cupped my hands around her face and searched her eyes. The last thing I need right now is for her to panic and pass out again like she did yesterday.
Instead of panic, I found an anger that rivaled my own.
"Don't worry about me, Draco." She wrapped her hands around my wrists and pulled my hands down to her lap. "He is threatening me to get you to do what he wants. Don't fall for it."
I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. My father is a master manipulator. He knows what I did against my will to protect my family. He's betting that if I care for Hermione at all, I will do whatever he says to protect her.
And he's right. I will do whatever I can to protect her. But I am not naive enough to believe she will be out of danger if I do what he says.
"Trust me. I'm never going back there."
She searched my eyes for another long moment before nodding her head and relaxing just a little.
"You know he isn't going to stop." Theo stood and walked away before running his hand through his hair. "Damn it, Draco. I told you he isn't going to let you just walk away."
"Theo, the important thing to remember is that we have the advantage." Hermione lifted one side of her mouth and smirked.
"What advantage is that?" Blaise' brow crinkled and his voice was colored with disbelief.
"For one thing, he is under house arrest for the next five years." I slid my arm around her waist and pulled her against my side. "He can't come after us himself."
Theo threw his hands in the air and walked back to the table.
"Draco, you are under house arrest for the next two years. After graduation, you have to go home."
"First of all, I'm under probation, the same as you. I am free to come and go as I please, but I can't leave the country and I have to be home before midnight." I probably should have explained those terms to Hermione before now. "And second, didn't I tell you I have a plan? I'm never going back to the Manor."
"Right." He scoffed. "And yet, you won't tell us where you are going."
"Or how you plan to get around the Wizengamot order that says you have to return to Malfoy Manor after graduation." Blaise pitched in.
I looked back and forth between Theo and Blaise. I know they want to know, but at this point in time I am not ready to tell them yet.
Hermione cleared her throat.
"The advantage I was referring to is that your father thinks of you as the same boy you were before the final battle. When you were given your task and you performed it out of fear. That isn't you anymore, Draco.
"He doesn't know that you have taken your own path. That you have people that care for you no matter what." She motioned across the table at Blaise and Theo. "Your friends aren't going anywhere. You have Andromeda, Professor Bones, McGonagall, me, of course, and I'm sure Harry and Ron will be there if I need them to be."
I studied her for a moment. She is entirely serious.
And she's right.
"He knows who I was before. He hasn't seen who I am now."
Her lip tilted up on one side. Fire flashed in her hazel depths. She looks fierce, determined.
"Exactly." She leaned in and kissed me.
I heard Theo groan and Blaise sigh, but I kissed her anyway. It was not a gentle kiss, either. When I pulled back, I had to catch my breath.
"I love the man you have become." She whispered against my lips.
"I guess the only question now is, do you write back to him and tell him to fuck off, or do you let him stew until his deadline has passed?" Blaise tapped his hands against the table.
"Or you show this to Bones. Let the Aurors know about the threat so they can pay him a visit. The message would be received loud and clear."
All three of us turned to stare at her after that suggestion. Going to an Auror for help in this type of situation? That isn't a solution for people like us. Auror's are not our friends. They want to lock us up, not help us.
Except, Bones has helped me. More than once. And it's her job to look after us while we are at Hogwarts.
I held her gaze for a long moment. Then I nodded once in affirmation. At the very least, perhaps she could provide increased security for Hermione.
"You do realize that if the Aurors see this, they may revoke his house arrest and send him to Azkaban?" Blaise raised his brow and leaned forward in his seat.
Isn't that where he belongs?
"He knows the conditions of his house arrest." I stared back at him. Did he think that would deter me? If anything, it gave me another reason to follow Hermione's suggestion.
[ - - - ]
The four of us walked into the Great Hall together for dinner. This time, we sat at the end of the Slytherin table. Theo sat on the opposite side of Hermione, while Blaise sat on the other side of the table.
Tristan sat down beside me.
"Kid, you might want to keep a wide berth. You still have seven years to live in Slytherin House, you know?"
"I'm a half-blood. Why do I care if you are a blood traitor or not?" His shoulder lifted quickly then dropped. He makes a fair point.
As more students came in, more of them sat at our end of the table. Some were first years like Tristan. But there were also older students as well.
I know them by name, of course. They are all in my house. But I hadn't associated with any of them before now.
Or they hadn't associated with you.
By the time everyone had taken their seats, there was a clear split at the Slytherin table. At one end, the pureblood elitist group. At the other end, everyone else.
Including me.
Hermione squeezed my hand. When I looked over at her, she was biting her lip, trying not to smile.
"I think you single-handedly started a revolution, Malfoy." She leaned close and spoke only loud enough for me to hear.
I shook my head and huffed out a short laugh. She is absolutely ridiculous.
It didn't take long for the rest of the room to notice the split at our table, either. Whispers spread through the remaining houses like wildfire.
She could be using you to bring down the whole pureblood establishment, starting with the Malfoy family.
I choked on my pumpkin juice as that thought filtered through my mind.
"Are you alright?" She looked up at me with concerned eyes.
Fucking hell. What if you were right?
Back when we were just starting to see each other as a potential for something more, Theo tried to warn me that she was up to something.
One of the scenarios that I came up with was that she was using me to bring down the Malfoy family, and then the rest of the pureblood establishment.
"Merlin and Salazar, Witch. You are actually going to pull it off, aren't you?" I remember thinking it was an ambitious and devious plan. Very Slytherin-like.
I'm starting to think she would have been in Slytherin all along if she hadn't been muggle-born.
She stared at me for a long moment, confusion evident on her face.
"What?" she asked after a long moment.
"I don't think this is my revolution, Granger." My fingers were already intertwined with hers. I rubbed my thumb across her wrist gently.
Her eyes searched mine for a long moment. Maybe I'm way off base here. Maybe she doesn't have any idea what I'm talking about.
"Okay, then." Slowly, her lip tilted up in a smirk. "It's our revolution."
My heart stuttered in my chest. I felt my own lip tilt up in a smirk to match her own.
I can't help but wonder, is that all it really takes to start a revolution? One or two people, going against the grain?
My eyes scanned the Slytherin table one more time. More than half of the students in my house were sitting towards my end of the table.
I never knew there were so many in Slytherin that didn't follow the pureblood philosophy. When I started to question it all, I felt so alone. How many others at this end of the table had felt alone like that?
All they needed was someone to stand up. To say "No. I'm not buying it."
Someone to lead the revolution.
Merlin and Salazar. I never thought it would be me.
[ - - - ]
"Mr. Malfoy. Miss Granger. Please, come in." Professor Bones opened the door to her office wide and motioned for us to sit in front of her desk. "What can I do for you this evening?"
"I hope we aren't bothering you, Professor." Hermione responded first. "We actually have two different reasons for calling."
"I was just grading third year tests." She sighed. "A break is appreciated, I assure you. Is this regarding your project?"
"Partially, yes." I received the letter from my father and tapped it on her desk. "First, though, we thought you should see this."
I handed her the envelope. She raised her brow as she took it.
"I received that this morning." I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "I don't know if there is anything you can do or not, but I wanted you to be aware one way or the other."
She opened the letter and read through it. As she read, her face got harder and harder.
"I see." She cleared her throat before finally looking at us again. "I will pass this on to the Auror department. This is obviously an infraction of your Father's sentence. I must say, it isn't entirely surprising, though. Is it?"
"Not at all. I expected as much. It's really the last paragraph that gives me cause for concern."
She read the last bit once again.
"Yes, I can see that as well. Miss Granger, I will have to talk to the Headmistress about increasing security for you, for the time being, anyway."
"Oh! I don't think that is necessary, Professor." Hermione objected.
Bones' eyes narrowed.
"I would feel better, knowing you had extra protection." I muttered it quietly, but I'm sure Bones could hear as well.
She opened her mouth to object again, then snapped it shut.
"Fine." She muttered quietly.
Bones waited almost a full minute before she cleared her throat.
"You also had a question regarding your project?" She tried to move along the conversation.
"I was just wondering if you could tell us what you know about this book." Hermione asked carefully. "When you warned us about the wards, you seemed to know more than we were told."
Bones' eyes narrowed and she folded her hands on the desk in front of her.
"Why don't you tell me what you were told about this project, Miss Granger, and we can go from there."
Hermione chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. Then she shook her head and sighed.
"Honestly, not much." She leaned forward in her chair, placed her elbows on her knees and clasped her hands together. "The book was found in a busted statue after the final battle. They think Ravenclaw wrote it, but no one has been able to read it because it's in some kind of code."
Hermione was staring at the floor, but I was watching Bones. She was waiting for Hermione to continue, but that was it. That was all we were told.
"I was given this project to keep me busy through the end of the year. So I would stop disrupting my classes and wasting my professor's time. " She ran her hand through her hair and released a deep sigh. "McGonagall only agreed to let Draco help me because I told her the mind healer didn't want me to spend a lot of time alone."
Bones blinked repeatedly. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. After several seconds, she found her voice.
"McGonagall told you this?" She asked quietly.
"Yes." I answered, even though she had clearly been asking Hermione.
"It's just…I feel like something else is going on here." She picked at her fingernails for a moment, then rubbed her hand over her heart. "Too many things are not adding up."
She didn't mention the late night conversation between McGonagall and Giles.
"Miss Granger, I have already told you that you were not disruptive in my classroom. I am sure the rest of your professors feel the same. I don't know why McGonagall gave you this assignment, or why she would tell you such things that are obviously not true." She really did look flummoxed. Whatever McGonagall is up to, Bones has not been privy to the information. "I will ask around. See if I can find out anything from the other professors before I go directly to the Headmistress."
That would be great. If anyone can dig around and find answers, it's the Auror.
"Thank you, Professor." I stood, ready to leave.
"Thank you for your time, Professor. If you need help grading those tests, I would be happy to help." Hermione gestured to the piles of parchment on the desk between us.
"I just might take you up on that offer. But not tonight. You two should be heading off to your dormitories soon."
Hermione and I glanced at each other. I may be heading to the Slytherin common room, but I have no intention of sleeping there. And Hermione, I'm sure, will go to the third floor for the rest of the night. As far as I know, she still doesn't have the password to the Gryffindor common room.
And after sitting with me at the Slytherin table for breakfast and dinner, I'm sure they aren't rushing to hand it over, either.
[ - - - ]
The atmosphere in the common room could only be defined as tense. The fracture that had shown itself at dinner had only gotten deeper.
A sixth year by the name of Bragg stopped me halfway across the room.
"Who the hell do you think you are, Malfoy?" He had his wand in his hand by his side.
I left my own wand in its holster. I can't curse this twerp even if I want to.
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at the younger wizard.
"What's it to you, Bragg?" I used my best bored, aristocratic drawl.
He curled his nose up and tapped his wand on his leg.
Everyone in the common room was watching. No one moved.
"You brought a mudblood to sit at our table!"
It took effort on my part to stay calm. He is goading me. Trying to get me to lose my cool and attack him.
He obviously doesn't know that I lived with the Prince of fucking Darkness in my house for nearly a year. At this point, staying calm is a survival instinct and I fell back into the habit seamlessly.
I raised my brow and lifted my lip in a cross between a smirk and a sneer.
"Do you really think that slur means anything?" I took half a step closer and looked down my nose at him. "What the fuck does it even mean?"
His eyes darted across my face. Whatever reaction he was expecting, I'm sure it wasn't that.
"You know what it means." He curled his nose up. His hand flexed around his wand.
"I know what I was taught when I was little. Literal mud running through their veins." I rolled my eyes and huffed in disbelief. Merlin and Salazar, I was so ignorant to believe such tripe. "I can assure you, their blood is just as red as ours."
The first time I saw it, I was confused. I actually expected it to be brown.
I won't change his mind. He's had almost as many years of brainwashing as I have.
"Did your know-it-all mudblood girlfriend tell you that?" He taunted me. A few of the bystanders laughed.
I tilted my head to the side and studied him. It's like talking to a blast-ended skrewt, I suppose. It won't pay a bit of attention to you and blows fire out its arse.
"What in the fuck do you think was happening on the front lines of the war?" I kept my tone bored and condescending.
I gave a moment's pause for that question to sink in. I scanned the crowd that had gathered around us. Nearly the whole house was there now.
"I have seen enough spilled blood in the last year to last a lifetime. Muggle blood. Muggleborn-blood. Half-blood. Even Pure-blood. I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty…it all looks exactly the same. It smells the same. It feels the same." I scanned the crowd again. "You could not begin to comprehend the level of depravity that I witnessed, all in the name of pureblood superiority. Hell, I lived it and can barely comprehend it. You just keep believing your fairytale. I know what I saw."
The true believers in the crowd looked indignant. They will never be convinced. Not by my words.
I get it. That was me, just a few short years ago. Before I started to see it for myself.
"You are nothing but a blood traitor, Malfoy." Bragg spat the insult with as much hate as he could. "And to think, I used to look up to you."
Suddenly I realized, the future of pureblood ideology is standing in this room, right now.
And it's shrinking.
My lip lifted in my trademark smirk.
"I tried the pureblood ideologue route. Blindly following what my parents told me. What their parents taught them." I lifted my shoulder and let it drop. "I learned the hard way that it's better to think for yourself and make up your own mind."
My eyes scanned the crowd again. This time, they landed on Pansy. I know she's torn. I don't know if she has the courage to walk away. Not everyone has a fall back plan like me.
When I focused on Bragg again, he was glaring at me. There was a hint of red in his cheeks.
"So you admit it, then. You are a blood traitor."
I rolled my eyes. The blast-ended skrewt would be easier to talk to.
"I would have thought that much would be obvious by now." Complete with condescension and a sneer. "I haven't exactly hidden my relationship for the last two months, have I?"
A murmur ran through the room. I ignored it.
"Did you have an actual point in this little confrontation, or can I go complete my Arithmancy homework now?"
His face was bright red now. He stepped forward and lifted his wand.
"Yes. Keep your filthy girlfriend away from my table!" He growled.
I stepped closer and glared down at him. My patience is gone. My hand wrapped around his. I pressed my thumb against the soft spot just below his thumb and applied pressure. A little trick Hermione had taught me.
He flexed his hand trying to get away. When he did, his wand clattered to the floor.
"My lovely girlfriend is welcome to sit with me anytime she likes." He visibly winced as I pressed harder against his thumb. "Anyone that thinks differently has to go through me."
I scanned the crowd again. More than half of the students were grinning or looking smug. The rest were glaring at me.
He was trying hard not to show his pain and discomfort to the rest of our housemates. After a long moment, he nodded in agreement.
"Good. Glad we could have this little chat." I released his hand and stepped back. "Anyone else have a problem with Hermione sitting with me at the Slytherin table?"
My eyes were hard as I looked at Greg, Pansy, Daphne and Tracey individually, then scanned across the others in the room.
Thankfully, no one stepped forward.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I made it a point to appear relaxed, unconcerned by the events that had just transpired. It was something I got quite good at during the war - pretending like I was in complete control.
After a few long, tense moments, I looked down at Bragg.
"You can go now." I dismissed him.
His nose curled up. For a second I thought he would say something else. Maybe even try to curse me. In the end, though, he retrieved his wand and stomped away.
I inhaled a deep breath slowly and blew it out in a measured count.
Fucking hell. What in the fuck have you gotten yourself into?
AN: I love reading your thoughts and suggestions. Keep them coming! So, Lucius has issued his ultimatum. Bones is looking into their project. And a division is showing itself in Slytherin house.
Also, I'm seeing a lot of new readers and reviews on my older stories. If you came to this story from one of those, welcome! I am trying to update about every two weeks. Feel free to leave a review and let me know what you think.
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