Authors note: This is going to be a good one.
Chapter 19 The battle of the houses.
As the sun's unwelcome rays pierced through the thick curtains of the Slytherin dormitory, the two Slytherins stirred from their slumber, their movements sluggish and reluctant.
Jakob, with his dark hair tousled and his expression one of annoyed fatigue rubbed his eyes and glanced over at Pansy. She, too, looked equally disgruntled, her usually impeccable appearance slightly marred by sleep. They exchanged a look of mutual understanding and mild irritation, the silent communication of those who shared a similar disdain for early mornings.
With heavy sighs and muttered complaints about the day ahead, they began the slow process of readying themselves. Jakob meticulously straightened his Slytherin robes, ensuring every detail was perfect, while Pansy fussed with her hair, smoothing down the stray strands.
Finally, stepping out of their dormitory side by side, they carried themselves with an air of dignity and unwavering pride. Their posture was straight, their expressions composed and distant, embodying the qualities expected of true Purebloods. They walked through the dimly lit hall, both holding their breath as they rounded the corner to their common room.
As they entered, they found Draco, Theo, Blaise, Daphne, and Tracey seated around one of the small black circular tables, chatting quietly and looking up expectantly as newcomers approached.
"Finally," Draco drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. "We were beginning to think you two got lost in your own dormitory."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Draco, if you got lost as easily as you run your mouth we'd never find you."
Draco's smirk faltered slightly, annoyance flickering in his eyes.
Theo, noticing the shift, quickly interjected, "Well, now that everyone's here, shall we?"
Together, the group of Slytherins made their way out of the dungeon and into the Great Hall for breakfast. Upon sitting down, Jakob noticed that the four Gryffindors were already present and eating. He took his seat and couldn't help but glance at the vacant defence Against the Dark Arts professor's chair, wondering what excuse the old headmaster would trick the world into believing now.
After a few moments of tense silence, Dumbledore rose from his chair with a solemn expression. The atmosphere in the room was charged with anticipation as everyone awaited his announcement. In a few strides, The oldest living man in the school arrived at his podium and cleared his throat.
"In light of recent events," he began somberly, "it is with regret that I inform you that Professor Quirrell will no longer be with us at Hogwarts. He has been offered the opportunity to study abroad and has accepted it."
Low whispers spread throughout the Great Hall. Jakob stole a glance at the Gryffindor table, where he noticed the Potter twins exchanging secretive glances, Ron looking pale, and Hermione sporting an unreadable expression, her gaze fixed on the headmaster, who raised his hand to hush the room.
"But don't worry, you will still have Defence Against the Dark Arts. I shall be taking over that class for the remainder of this school year or until we manage to find a suitable replacement. Now, onto more pleasant news," Dumbledore continued, pausing to smile warmly at the students.
"Given recent events, I would like to personally award some well-deserved house points."
All the students in attendance eagerly turned their attention to see who had done something worthy of earning house points, their curiosity piqued. The headmaster's voice filled the hall once more.
"First, let us give 75 points to Miss Ivory Potter for displaying great courage and unwavering loyalty."
A round of applause erupted as the spotlight turned to the redheaded girl, who sat in a mix of surprise and slight embarrassment.
As Jakob observed The Potter twin's reaction, he couldn't help but notice the flush that crept up her cheeks. Her head bowed slightly, and her gaze lowered to her toast. It was evident to him that she was not accustomed to being in the spotlight, and the intensity of all those eyes fixed on her had made her visibly self-conscious. On the other hand, her brother Harry seemed to find the situation very amusing.
"Secondly, I would like to award 75 points to Mr. Ronald Weasley for the finest game of chess that Hogwarts has ever witnessed."
Ron couldn't contain his joy as his peers cheered and clapped him on the shoulder, pride radiating from his beaming face. It was a moment of glory he would cherish forever.
"In recognition of his courage and heroism, I am immensely proud to present Harry Potter with this award. For standing firm against a great threat and prevailing, ultimately saving the day, I award one hundred points to Gryffindor!"
The hall erupted into cheers and applause as the students from the Gryffindor house watched the red hourglass ascend to the top of the leaderboard. It pushed Slytherin from first place down to second, with a significant margin of more than 50 points.
"That is all," the headmaster declared, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction as he turned to walk back to his thronelike seat.
"That bloody bastard," Jakob hissed, his fingers curling into a tight fist under the table. The headmaster had knowingly failed to recognise Hermione's invaluable contribution. She had played a key role in obtaining the information and assisting in their failed mission. Draco nodded in agreement, seemingly under the impression that his best friend was fuming over Gryffindor's lead in house points.
Jakob turned his attention to the lively celebrations of the Gryffindors. He then observed the rest of the hall before returning to the red and gold house, a subtle amusement glinting in his eyes. Despite his own house losing its leading position, he couldn't help but find some entertainment in the fact that the Lions seemed to be standing alone.
It appeared that the Gryffindors had yet to recognise that they were the sole source of celebration in the Great Hall. The other houses, marked by profound silence, seemed to be in various states of shock, surprise, and, above all, resentment. The blatant injustice that had just unfolded was undeniable, a weighty presence that hung heavily in the air, too significant for the other students to ignore.
Alerted to the words the young Slytherin had spoken, Dumbledore turned and fixed the boy with a penetrating stare, as if challenging him to show such disrespect again. Jakob met the headmaster's gaze and accepted the challenge, silently mouthing the word "cheater" back at him.
A sly smirk played on Jakob's lips as he witnessed the old man taking the bait. Dumbledore strode purposefully back to the podium, raising his arm in a commanding gesture that signalled for silence and effectively subdued the room.
"Is there anyone who wishes to voice their opinion?" the headmaster inquired, fixing his gaze on Jakob. The Slytherin, feeling compelled to snag the line in, rose from his seat amidst the curious eyes of the entire school.
"Headmaster, if I may be so bold," Jakob began, gaining the audience's rapt attention. The Great Hall fell silent as every eye turned towards him. Dumbledore, his expression calm but his eyes sharp, gestured for him to continue.
Jakob didn't hesitate. Straightening his robes and looking directly at the headmaster, he asked, "You've awarded points to these Gryffindors, but may I ask why?" His voice was steady, cutting through the silence like a knife.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of interest mingled with caution. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the podium, giving Jakob his full attention.
"That, my dear boy, is none of your concern."
Jakob realised he was being treated like an obstinate child seeking more candy, a clever tactic to assert dominance without appearing as the antagonist. It was a trap, and Jakob was well aware of it. If he demanded an explanation, he risked being seen as obstinate; if he backed down and sat, the school might view him as a coward.
Dumbledore knew this, and his reassuring nod signalled the end of their exchange. "Just know that it was justly earned."
But Jakob wasn't a Quade for nothing. He had been schooled in the art of diplomacy by both Lord Malfoy and his father. So, the heir opted for door number three: reflection.
"So... if I understand correctly, Headmaster," Jakob began, his gaze scanning the Great Hall and locking with the multitude of stares directed at him—some filled with curiosity, some laced with scepticism, and most notably, those from the Gryffindor table radiating animosity. He was acutely aware of the need to select his words with precision.
"We're meant to perform commendable deeds to earn house points, and let me assure you, some students put in tremendous effort to do so." The Slytherin boy made a strategic observation and gestured towards the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables before proceeding. "Yet, we may wake up one day to find out that someone has accumulated such an overwhelming number of house points that it renders the efforts of others worthless?"
Jakob's words hung in the air, a blend of respectful inquiry and pointed challenge. The silence in the hall grew even heavier, if that were possible, as everyone waited for Dumbledore's response.
Even the Gryffindors, despite their evident disdain, couldn't help but listen intently.
"Yes, Mr. Quade, if the student is deserving of them," replied the headmaster patiently, as if Jakob were a young child throwing a tantrum.
"With all due respect, Headmaster, how can we be certain that this decision is fair when we don't even know the reason behind it?" Jakob asked innocently, his gaze sweeping across the hall. Every student's attention was now on Dumbledore.
Everyone wanted to know the answer, except for most of the Gryffindor table, who regarded Jakob as a bothersome little insect.
"Dear boy, are you insinuating that I would ever manipulate the house cup?" Dumbledore inquired, his lips twitching at the subtle implication, his patience with the young Quade heir waning.
Jakob responded with a warm smile, saying, "Not at all, Headmaster, but they might," gesturing to the sea of students in front of him. Many of them were now openly displaying expressions of doubt, questioning the fairness of the decision.
Dumbledore surveyed the assembly of students, carefully observing the array of expressions on their faces, which unmistakably revealed the impact of Slytherin's persuasive words. This was precisely why Dumbledore recognised that, on occasion, manipulating events to his advantage was a regrettable but necessary strategy.
People often shaped their opinions based on what they heard, and they relied on a dependable moral compass to guide them. In this moment, it became abundantly clear how vital difficult decisions could be when striving for ultimate success. It was truly remarkable how one Slytherin first-year had managed to turn almost the entire school against his decision.
Dumbledore sighed, restraining the glare he was tempted to direct at the boy. There was a cleverness about him that reminded the old headmaster of two other boys he had known in the past, both of whom had possessed a talent for manipulating people. Those boys had grown up to become Dark Lords in their respective eras.
"Very well, I will tell you. I awarded these three students house points for their remarkable success in completing a series of challenges I, along with many other faculty members, had set up inside the third-floor corridor.
Upon hearing Dumbledore unwittingly stumble into his trap, Jakob skillfully concealed his desire to leap for joy. However, he knew he had not won yet. The Slytherin boy took on the appearance of offence and anger, letting his voice gradually rise as he responded with,
"So they earned points for disregarding school rules again?"
Dumbledore's usually calm demeanour was replaced with genuine puzzlement as he tried to articulate his thoughts.
"I'm not quite sure I follow, but I must reiterate—"Jakob cut him off, his voice unwavering and sharp.
"If I recall correctly, headmaster, you awarded them 75 house points for subduing a troll, despite having instructed everyone to return to their common rooms. Now, you're granting them 145 points for once again breaking the rules. Wasn't it Professor McGonagall who stated that disregarding the rules results in a loss of house points? What would have happened if it had been a Ravenclaw or a Slytherin instead of the Boy Who Lived?"
"Don't you dare disrespect the headmaster like that, you disgusting snake! Sit down this second and stop ruining everything." Jakob shot a glance towards the older redheaded Gryffindor boy with a prefect badge and then back to Dumbledore with a smirk. The headmaster momentarily closed his eyes in defeat; they both knew that, at that moment, Jakob had won.
"Who do you think you're calling a disgusting snake, you filthy blood traitor!" The words erupted from a seventh-year Slytherin boy sitting further down from Jakob's own table.
As the shouting escalated, students from Gryffindor and Slytherin started to rise from their seats, the yelling growing louder and the insults harsher. Goblets fell to the ground, spilling pumpkin juice and water, while plates clattered and silverware scattered across the floor. The wooden benches scraped loudly against the stone floor as students stood up, adding to the uproar.
"Drop dead, you Mudblood lovers!" a Slytherin yelled, her face contorted with fury.
"At least we don't worship a dead and failed Dark Lord!" a Gryffindor shot back, standing on his bench and glaring across the hall.
While most Hufflepuff students remained seated, unsure of how to react, a few attempted to mediate, their voices drowned out by the noise. "Everyone, calm down! This isn't helping!" one Hufflepuff called out, her hands raised in a futile gesture of peace.
The Ravenclaws, who had initially observed the chaos from a distance, found themselves gradually aligning with the Slytherins. Some still appeared unsure of the smartest option, but a few stood up and turned towards the Gryffindors.
"They're right! This isn't fair!" a Ravenclaw shouted, drawing raised voices of agreement and prompting others to join in. Encouraged by the shift, more Ravenclaws began to voice their support, their faces set with determination as they stood alongside the Slytherins, creating a united front against the Gryffindors.
Amidst the tumult, Jakob maintained a piercing gaze with the headmaster, his triumphant smile unyielding. The sound of breaking glass and clattering cutlery filled the air, but Jakob's focus never wavered.
A single unleashed hex from the Slytherin table signalled the storm of magical warfare that engulfed the Great Hall.
Ravenclaws swiftly joined their green-clad housemates in the fray, while Hufflepuffs, caught in the crossfire, scrambled to avoid being hit or fell trying to shield the opposing sides from striking each other.
The sounds of roaring incantations mingled with the shouts and cries of students, weaving together into a chaotic symphony of magic and mayhem. Spells flew through the air like fiery comets, each with its own distinct incantation, colours, and effects. The magic detonated on contact, sending shockwaves through the air and conjuring up thick dust clouds that obscured the combatants.
Slytherins and Ravenclaws fought side by side, their combined efforts creating pockets of resistance against the Gryffindor onslaught. Brilliant streams of red, green, and blue magic clashed in mid-air, forming dazzling displays of light and energy. Tables and benches were overturned, creating makeshift barricades for the duelling students.
Amidst the chaos, upper-year Hufflepuffs, renowned for their loyalty and unity, bravely attempted to mediate and calm the escalating conflict. They stood valiantly between the warring factions, their pleas for peace carried away by the storm of anger and magic that surrounded them. However, their noble efforts fell on deaf ears as defiance and aggression ruled the moment.
Seeing their attempts at mediation ignored and finding themselves targeted by spells from both Ravenclaws and Slytherins, the Hufflepuffs realized the dire situation. With no other option, they reluctantly joined the Gryffindors in defence, recognizing that allying with their closest neighbours was their best chance for protection in the chaos that had unfolded.
Jakob also had his wand raised, sending his fair share of jinxes and hexes into the sea of enemies, not really caring who he hit. He relished the opportunity to unleash his magic, a rare moment to freely inflict pain on the house of fools.
Then he spotted the red-haired prefect he had been hoping to find in the chaos. The prefect, who had screamed at him, was currently standing in the middle of the vast hall, sending advanced magic and hexes toward the students wearing green and silver.
Jakob's lips curled into a wicked smile as he raised his wand, taking careful aim at his intended target. With a hint of satisfaction, he softly intoned the incantation, "Wingardium Leviosa."
The Gryffindor prefect was caught off guard, bewildered as he scanned the tumultuous scene for the source of the levitation charm. When he finally spotted Jakob's smug grin, his face flushed crimson with rage. With determination, he brandished his wand in defence, vowing to make Jakob pay for this perceived slight.
Then, out of nowhere and without a hint of warning, a brilliant yellow spell struck the prefect squarely in the chest. The impact sent him hurtling backwards, crashing violently into the wall behind the Gryffindor table. A spine-chilling scream of agony erupted from his lips as his skin began to sizzle and blister upon contact with the potent curse.
Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Jakob's eyes darted about, searching for the one responsible for this astonishing display of magic. His piercing gaze locked onto Amy, standing just a short distance away. She flashed him a feral smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Jakob smiled back, but his expression quickly shifted to alarm as he raised his wand, aiming directly at her. Amy's expression turned to confusion as he sent a red spell that narrowly avoided her head, curving almost in slow motion around her to collide with another spell coming from behind. The two spells exploded in a shower of sparks, dissipating harmlessly in the air.
Realizing the threat, she turned around and hastily cast "Protego!" to block the incoming attacks.
Jakob was about to go over to aid her but found himself suddenly crowded by the throng of students, pushing his way through the chaos. He elbowed past a group of second-years and shoved a Ravenclaw aside, his eyes locked on Amy. A particularly annoying Hufflepuff tried to block his path, and Jakob didn't hesitate. "Flipendo!" he shouted, sending the Hufflepuff tumbling backwards, crashing into a nearby table.
Finally breaking through the crowd, Jakob saw Amy engaged in a fierce duel with a Gryffindor boy and a Hufflepuff girl. The two opponents were pressing her hard, but she held her ground with remarkable skill and ferocity.
"Inflammo!" she hissed, aiming at the Gryffindor, who barely managed to dodge the curse that left burn marks on the floor where it struck. The Hufflepuff retaliated with "Expelliarmus!" but Amy deflected it with a flick of her wand and countered with "Sectumseculis!" The spell caused knives scattered on the ground to fly towards the Hufflepuff, who had to leap out of the way, but she didn't escape all of them. One of the blades grazed her arm, drawing blood.
Jakob joined the fray, his wand moving swiftly as he cast "Rictusempra!" at the Hufflepuff, sending her into fits of uncontrollable laughter. Amy almost made a pirouette as she avoided an incoming attack from the Gryffindor boy and, in the spin, incanted "Incarcerous!" A long rope shot out from her wand and bound the boy, making him fall to the stone floor, incapacitated and in pain as the rope tightened itself around him like a snake.
With the Gryffindor defeated, they turned their attention back to the Hufflepuff who had dispelled the Tickling Charm and was about to send the next spell towards Jakob.
"Confringo!" Amy shouted, shooting a bright orange spell. The Hufflepuff blocked it with a quick "Protego!" and retaliated with "Stupefy!" aimed at Amy.
"Calm down, you lunatic! This is insane! You are going too far!" the Hufflepuff girl yelled, her voice filled with desperation. The older Slytherin almost boringly sidestepped the red jet, not even responding to her adversary's plea for a ceasefire.
Recognizing the strength of the Hufflepuff upper year but also seeing her momentarily distracted, Jakob seized the opportunity to cast "Petrificus Totalus!" freezing the student in place.
Amy laughed, looking at Jakob with a hint of surprise and—was that a touch of pride in her eyes? It seemed she hadn't expected him to read the situation so well and find the perfect moment to attack.
She then followed up with a quick "Stupefy!" sending the Hufflepuff crumpling to the floor. The two snakes exchanged appreciative nods before Amy, with a satisfied smirk, seamlessly blended into the chaotic crowd of students, resuming her relentless campaign of casting curses upon any Gryffindor in sight.
In the end, it required the united efforts of the entire teacher's table, alongside Albus Dumbledore, to bring an end to the turmoil that had erupted.
As the commotion slowly subsided, it became evident that a significant number of students had sustained injuries and required transportation to the hospital wing for medical care. Some of these injuries were so severe that a handful of students had to be transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for further treatment.
Among the unfortunate few was Percy Weasley, the prefect.
After the incident in the Great Hall, all the teachers immediately gathered to discuss what had happened. The staff room was filled with a tense atmosphere, the echoes of the recent chaos still fresh in their minds.
"That was quite the spectacle," Professor Flitwick remarked, his voice tinged with concern. "Such intense hostility among the students."
Professor Sprout nodded. "It's alarming, but perhaps it was just a one-time event."
Dumbledore, seated at the head of the table, raised his hand for silence. "I believe this was an isolated incident. The students are under a great deal of stress, and emotions can run high."
Professor McGonagall frowned, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Albus, while I hope you're right, we can't ignore the possibility that tensions may continue to rise."
Snape, arms crossed, added, "Especially with certain students who have a propensity for causing trouble and breaking school rules multiple times."
Several teachers exchanged uneasy glances. Professor Sinistra spoke up, her voice hesitant. "I agree with Professor Dumbledore, but we should remain vigilant."
Reluctantly, the majority of the teachers nodded in agreement, though the doubt in their eyes was evident. McGonagall and Snape shared a knowing look, both understanding that the recent event might just be the beginning of further unrest.
Dumbledore, sensing the unease, concluded, "We will keep a close watch on the situation and intervene if necessary. For now, let's hope this was an anomaly."
Their assumption, however, proved to be incorrect. The war between the houses had only just begun, and the events in the Great Hall were merely a foretaste of what lay ahead. In the ensuing weeks, the clashes between the houses escalated, growing more frequent and intense, until they resembled an all-out battle for dominance.
Almost all of Ravenclaw had joined forces with the Slytherins, creating a formidable alliance that appeared unbeatable.
The Slytherin Five had imposed strict rules on their group. Firstly, they had to leave the common room in groups of at least three. Secondly, they were forbidden from targeting Ravenclaws in any of their attacks.
The Hufflepuff students had taken it upon themselves to try and defuse the escalating tension. They formed groups of four and patrolled the corridors like vigilant peacekeepers, ready to intervene if any further fighting erupted. Gryffindor had repeatedly sought Hufflepuff's assistance in the first week, hoping to even the odds. However, the honourable Hufflepuff House had steadfastly refused. Their sole mission was to restore peace, regardless of how fragile it might be. However, they hadn't fully learned what had happened last time, as stepping in to mediate between warring sides could make them targets themselves.
It had been nearly two weeks since the battle of the houses began. As the first-year Slytherin students made their way back to the Great Hall for lunch, Jakob found himself in conversation with Daphne.
"Are you saying that if I stir the potion twice clockwise, instead of raising the temperature by five degrees Celsius, it'll have the same outcome? Why don't they just put that in the book?" Jakob smirked at Greengrass's inquiry as they rounded the corner and descended the stairs.
"Timing is critical – the moment the potion turns a shade of purple, you must act quickly. Delay even for a second, and it will explode."
Daphne knitted her brows in confusion at the comment. "So? That's not uncommon if-"
"Jake, look!" The sudden, louder voice that interrupted the two made them turn their gaze to Blaze, who had called for the young heir's attention. He pointed further ahead, and when Jakob looked, fury surged through him as he saw what it was. the rest of the group gasped in shock as they ran over to the three third-year Slytherin girls who had been placed on the wall above them with a sticking charm, rendering them immobile.
The Slytherin trio was in a sorry state, battered and bruised. One of them had a chain around her neck with a sign attached, proclaiming: "This is the punishment for Slimy Slytherins! Long live Gryffindor!"
"Finite incantatem." Jakob pointed his wand, repeating the incantation three times. Instantly, each girl was freed from the wall and dropped into the awaiting arms of Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaze, who gently lowered them to the ground. The other first-years had instinctively formed a circle around them, watching with a mixture of curiosity, surprise, and worry.
"Quickly, turn around and raise your wands; they might still be waiting for us," Jakob commanded as he neared the light brown-haired girl who had started to stir awake in Goyle's arms. As he spoke, her eyes opened and settled on his reassuring and charming smile.
"Give me something to go on," Jakob urged with a gentle and calm tone. "Who did this to you? Give me a name, a number of how many they were. Anything that I can use to track them down and make them pay for what they did to you and your friends."
Upon hearing his mention of her two friends, the girl quickly glanced around in desperation before finally spotting them safe in the embrace of two other boys. She exhaled in relief as she was assured that they were out of harm's way and turned back to the boy who had come to their aid.
"It was a group of four Gryffindors, sixth years. They ambushed us when we were returning from the library. I only know one name. Yarn, Julie Yarn."
Jakob nodded satisfactorily and instructed Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaze to escort the injured Slytherin girls to the hospital wing. The others continued inside the Great Hall for lunch, leaving Jakob alone with his thoughts.
Draco and Pansy, who had been following the rest, halted when they noticed Jakob standing still with a calculated look on his face. They exchanged a knowing glance and walked over to him.
"Jake, mate? You alright?" Draco asked, giving Pansy a quick look, urging her to speak.
"Maybe we should report this one back, just this once. They are sixth years after al," she suggested. She knew her best friend was strong, but they needed a solid plan to take on the sixth year and come out on top.
"I'll gather some information about this Yarn girl, and we will make her pay," Jakob replied, still deep in thought. He then nodded as his plan solidified, "Tonight."
Pansy remained silent, her commitment conveyed through a single nod. Draco, though, couldn't help but chuckle before shaking his head.
"You're absolutely mental, but count me in," Draco remarked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
"I know," Jakob replied calmly, but there was an unmistakable edge to his tone, a glint in his eyes that hinted at danger. It was a look Draco had grown accustomed to, one that would surely make Julie Yarn regret ever getting involved in the attack.
Later that afternoon, Jakob found himself alone with his thoughts. In the quiet of the Slytherin common room, he swiftly inscribed a message on his black card, summoning Hermione to the Room of Requirement. Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Hermione's familiar figure.
"Jakob, what's the urgency?" the brown-haired witch asked, her brow furrowing in confusion as she entered the room.
"I need your help," Jakob replied, his tone serious. "I want more information about the four Gryffindors involved in the ambush earlier."
Hermione hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "Ambush? I'm not sure what you're—"
"Three Slytherin girls were attacked and stuck to the wall. Ring any bells?" Jakob interjected, cutting her off.
Understanding dawned on Hermione's face, her eyes widening with realization. "Oh! That, Yes, I heard some Gryffindors boasting about it in the common room."
Hermione proceeded to share what little information she had about them. Though it wasn't much, it was enough to fuel Jakob's plan.
After gathering the information he needed, Jakob handed, his mudblood friend, a note detailing the time and place of the planned sneak attacks Slytherin and Ravenclaw forces had in store for the Gryffindors the following day. With a bittersweet smile, Hermione accepted the letter, as she had done every day since this war began, touched by the risks he had taken to ensure her safety. Despite the turbulent times they lived in, Jakob's unwavering loyalty filled her with gratitude, offering a glimmer of warmth amidst the chaos that surrounded them.
At that moment, without needing to exchange words, Hermione pulled Jakob into a longer and more intimate hug, silently conveying her appreciation for his steadfast friendship and support.
"At least there's one good thing about this," Hermione whispered, still wrapped in his embrace, failing to hide a small smile. "I get to see you once every day now."
Jakob chuckled softly in response, his usual demeanour softening. "Can't have my favourite Gryffindor wandering the corridors and getting hurt now, can I?"
As night gradually descended, the majestic halls of Hogwarts were illuminated by magical fire pits atop its pillars. The castle was bathed in a warm, golden light, casting an ethereal glow upon its ancient stone walls.
Some students caught glimpses of this enchanting sight, their eyes briefly captivated by the mesmerizing display.
Yet for others, the magic of Hogwarts had become so ingrained in their daily lives that they scarcely took notice of the wondrous illumination.
Meanwhile, amidst the beauty of the illuminated halls, some students found themselves engulfed in battles, their attention too consumed by the clash of magic echoing through the corridors to truly notice the enchanting glow around them.
Amidst the captivating glow of the enchanted halls, three Slytherins remained entirely oblivious, tucked away in a secluded corner of the castle. Unmoved by the mesmerizing spectacle, they had chosen the trophy room as their battleground, patiently awaiting their victim's inevitable arrival.
Draco's footsteps echoed through the trophy room as he roamed around, his voice cutting through the silence. "How do you know she'll even show up?" He paused, his gaze fixed on a Quidditch trophy, a mixture of curiosity and longing in his eyes before he continued his exploration.
Leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, Jakob answered in a monotone voice, his mind focused on his plan, "I have an informant who will do whatever I ask of them."
Pansy, perched atop a trophy box, couldn't help but snort with amusement. "I wonder what you've done to that poor soul to make them your personal snitch." Her tone held a hint of teasing as she watched Jakob, curious about the extent of his influence and methods.
Draco was on the brink of probing for more information when, with a sudden and resounding bang, the trophy room's door swung open.
The trio of Slytherins shifted their attention toward the entrance, their expressions adorned with triumphant smirks as they silently observed the newcomers.
Taking their predetermined positions, they settled in and waited for their unsuspecting prey to walk right into their carefully laid trap.
In tumbled a girl and a boy, entwined in a passionate and fervent kiss. Laughter emanated from the pair as they playfully closed the door behind them, fully engrossed in one another. Utterly oblivious to the presence of the Slytherins, they continued their passionate embrace, lost in their own world of affection and joy.
"You are so unbelievably sexy, Julie," the boy whispered passionately, his kisses trailing down her neck.
"Michael, you are so naughty," Julie teased, attempting to look innocent for a moment but failing as her eyes rolled back from the vigorous kissing on her neck.
The two Slytherins flanking Jakob discreetly drew their wands as the couple continued their affectionate display. With a subtle glance at Pansy and Draco, Jakob silently counted to three, then nodded, prompting the trio to unleash spells of red light towards the unsuspecting couple.
The couple remained blissfully unaware of the impending magical assault until the spells struck them, casting them into darkness, abruptly shattering the intimacy of their moment.
The following morning, Hermione meticulously reviewed the contents of the note Jakob had given her, committing to memory the various locations she needed to steer clear of throughout the day. With Jakob's guidance, she had successfully navigated and evaded the ongoing battle that engulfed Hogwarts, managing to remain unharmed during the chaos.
Her knack for slipping by unnoticed might have raised suspicions among some in her house if she had been more popular. However, Hermione had always flown under the radar, and now, with everyone preoccupied with the battle, her ability to blend in went entirely unnoticed.
She now stood in the Gryffindor common room, tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for Ivy to finish getting ready. She couldn't help but marvel at the redhead's peculiar talent for taking an unusually long time to prepare while somehow still appearing as though she'd hastily thrown on her clothes.
As she glanced around the room, the first-year Gryffindor couldn't help but notice the stark contrast to its usual warm and inviting atmosphere.
The Gryffindor common room had transformed into what more closely resembled a war headquarters than a place for relaxation. Tables were scattered with parchment bearing hand-drawn blueprints of Hogwarts, each extremely detailed with secret passages and strategic points of interest. The walls were adorned with rallying posters, displayed with bold slogans meant to inspire Gryffindors and Hufflepuff to join the battle.
In one corner, the Weasley twins had set up a makeshift shop, their usual joviality replaced by a serious entrepreneurial spirit. They were selling various tools and items for combat, including blinding bombs and charms that would heat up when enemies wearing green or blue were near.
Hermione couldn't help but chuckle quietly at the thought that if the war ever ended, Fred and George Weasley would likely be the only ones to suffer financially.
The Weasley twins, often referred to as the "Red Plague" by their enemies, were the backbone of Gryffindor's resistance against the combined forces of Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Their arsenal of devious little toys had sent numerous foes from both Slytherin and Ravenclaw to the hospital wing. The charms and other knickknacks they sold also bolstered Gryffindor's weaponry. They regularly rotated their stock to prevent their enemies from gaining a clear advantage by studying their equipment.
One memorable incident involved a Ravenclaw student who was certain a Gryffindor had thrown a blinding stone at her. However, when she closed her eyes, the stone unexpectedly sprouted teeth and began biting her fingers, causing her to drop her wand and ultimately get hexed in the chest. The twins' pranks and cunning strategies had kept Gryffindor's spirits high and their enemies on their toes and were one of the main reasons Gryffindor hadn't lost yet to the other two houses.
"Hey Hermione, you ready to go?" asked Ivy as she descended the stairs with her usually wild hair and tired eyes. Hermione spun around and nodded. "Should we wait for everyone else, or should we head down before breakfast begins?"
Ivy took a moment to process Hermione's rapid words before shrugging noncommittally. "Let's just go—there's no telling when Harry and Ron will wake up." The two girls left the common room and made their way down to breakfast.
They halted as they stepped into the Great Hall, sharing a concerned look. Nearby, a cluster of Hufflepuff students huddled by a window, their voices rising in fervent discussion. The two Gryffindors hesitantly moved closer to the group, curiosity piqued. As they peered out the window, Ivy and Hermione's breaths hitched, their eyes widening at the sight that had ensnared everyone's focus.
There, on the Quidditch pitch's middle goalposts, were two students, their figures distinct against the early morning mist.
Michael hung steadily within one of the middle goalposts, stripped down to his boxers. His arms and legs were tightly bound with thick ropes, leaving him suspended in a humiliating 'X' formation, his head lolling to the side.
Opposite him, Julie was similarly restrained, tethered within her own goalpost. Her body was exposed in only her underwear, her limbs bound in the same degrading manner. Both of them were unconscious, their faces pale and motionless. The first light of dawn began to creep over the mountain, casting a cold, revealing glow over the bizarre scene.
Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, already at the scene, swiftly positioned themselves beneath Michael's goalpost, their wands slicing through the air with frantic precision. On the opposite side, Dumbledore grappled with Julie's restraints, his wand movements equally urgent and intricate.
With a final, decisive flick of their wands, McGonagall and Flitwick swiftly freed the unconscious boy from his bindings. As he began to fall, McGonagall reacted instantly, casting a levitation charm that halted his descent, ensuring Michael's safety.
Meanwhile, Dumbledore's wandwork was no less remarkable. He skillfully untangled Julie from her restraints and, with a graceful motion, guided her unconscious form towards the ground, her descent gentle and controlled.
White stretchers appeared, summoned by Flitwick, and the two Gryffindors were carefully transported inside the castle, wrapped in multiple blankets to keep them warm and secure.
"That's horrifying," gasped one Hufflepuff, his friends echoing his shock with wide eyes and nervous whispers. "Who could do such a thing?" another asked, his face drained of colour as he clutched his robe tighter around him.
"I think this is the worst incident yet," a Hufflepuff girl said somberly, her eyes wide with disbelief as she wrapped her arms around herself as if warding off a chill.
"It's freezing out there, how long were they exposed? All night? They could have died!" exclaimed a fourth Hufflepuff, her voice trembling. She glanced towards the frosted windows, shivering as if she could feel the biting cold herself.
Hermione bit her tongue, struggling to maintain her composure. Julie and Michael, though not deserving of such extreme consequences, were far from innocent. They often inflated their own egos by belittling others, their sharp words and arrogant attitudes causing more harm than they realized. In essence, they were one of the popular couples in their house and bullies.
She knew, however, exactly who was responsible. Just the day before, she had given Jakob information about Julie and her boyfriend. Hermione convinced herself that Jakob must have had a compelling reason beyond the incident he had mentioned. He must have. He would never commit such an awful act without justification, she thought. Jakob wasn't evil, he simply protected those he cared about.
Had the onlookers by the window been standing beside Professor McGonagall, they would have witnessed her intense anger as she skillfully severed the chain from around Michael's neck with a cutting spell. The chain bore a sign that read, "If You Poke The Snake, It Will Bare Its Fangs." She flung the sign over her shoulder without a backward glance, sending a spell after it with a precise flick of her wand. The spell obliterated the sign in mid-air, scattering its remnants like ashes.
Albus Dumbledore was furious. He abruptly halted all lessons and summoned every student and teacher to the Great Hall. With stern authority, he warned them that if they could not end this destructive feud, he would have no choice but to close the school indefinitely. The gravity of his threat was felt by every student, and it had an immediate effect. The battles that had raged in the hallways and corridors ceased suddenly as if a switch had been flipped. Reluctantly, a fragile ceasefire between the houses emerged at last.
In truth, exhaustion had taken hold of the students. The relentless fighting had drained them, and the shocking incident involving Julie and Michael had shaken many to their core. While the two lovebirds recovered, the culprits behind their ordeal remained hidden, adding an air of uncertainty to the peace that had settled over Hogwarts.
However, the students' mood grew more energized as spring really began to take hold and as the days grew warmer and brighter. Draco, Jakob, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle often gathered beneath the shade of a lush tree near the Black Lake. Pansy, more often than not, had her nose buried in her potions book, and occasionally offered tidbits of wisdom to those who cared to listen. Nearby, Draco carefully polished his broomstick, a gift he had received from Jakob this past Christmas.
Crabbe and Goyle sat beside each other, exchanging their remaining Christmas candies. Their simple friendship often revolved around sharing sweets, and the two larger boys seemed perfectly content with this arrangement. They munched on their treats, occasionally grunting in agreement or pleasure.
The warm breeze rustled the leaves above, and the sun cast a shimmering reflection on the lake's surface, making Jakob truly enjoy one of his few times of free time. He leaned back against the tree trunk, holding a book sent by his sister, charmed to appear blank to everyone except him.
A rare smile played on his lips as he soaked in the tranquillity of the moment, temporarily leaving behind the stress and scheming that usually occupied his mind.
"Honestly, Draco, why are you obsessing over that broom again? All you ever do is clean it, and you don't even use it," Pansy said, a hint of exasperation in her voice. She couldn't help but feel a tad annoyed that he seemed more interested in his broom than in spending time with her. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched him polish the handle with almost obsessive care, wondering if he even noticed her irritation.
The blonde, who had been attempting to ignore his best friend's roommate, found himself unable to resist and rolled his eyes. He continued to clean the broom as he responded to Pansy's comments. "Look, I already know what you're reading. Snape is my godfather, so trust me when I say there's nothing new for me to learn in that book."
Frustrated by Draco's dismissive attitude, Pansy turned her attention to Jakob. She was well aware that her roommate would not only acknowledge her but also engage in meaningful conversation despite splitting his attention between her and his book.
Just as she prepared to speak, Draco's sudden movement caught her off guard. His head shot up, alert to an unseen threat. His eyes darted around, scanning the surroundings with sharp intensity as if he had detected something dangerous. When his gaze locked onto the source of his concern, he turned to his best friend, his voice dropping to a near whisper.
"Mate, you might want to hide that book now."
Jakob was on the verge of questioning Draco's warning when he noticed Amy approaching in the distance. She walked with her head held high, an air of confidence about her. The sun's rays caught her prefect badge, causing it to gleam brightly, while the breeze played with her hair and made her Slytherin robes billow elegantly. Rising swiftly, Jakob scrambled to conceal the book he had been reading, his movements hurried but controlled.
Amy observed Jakob's hurried attempt to hide the book, a flicker of recognition crossing her features. However, she maintained a neutral expression as she stopped in front of him and stated, "Mr. Quade, I'm here to accompany you to your meeting."
Jakob felt a tinge of confusion at Amy's sudden request, but he knew better than to question it. Obligingly, he handed his bag of books to Draco and walked alongside the prefect towards the castle doors.
Draco watched them go, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What meeting?" he asked Pansy, clearly puzzled.
Pansy, her eyes intently following Jakob and Amy, felt a wave of worry wash over her. She snapped at Draco, irritation evident in her voice. "Why should I know? You're his best friend. You tell me."
They both turned their gaze back to the castle doors just as Jakob and Amy disappeared inside.
"You think they found out it was us?" Draco questioned, his eyes still fixed on the castle doors.
Pansy shook her head, trying to sound confident, but the worry in Draco's voice was reflected in her own. "No… they can't have… Jakob made sure it was foolproof."
Crabbe, who had been so engrossed in his candy, hadn't even noticed what had happened around him. He absentmindedly reached out his hand to the spot where Jakob had been seated. "Here, try this, Jake. I really think you'll enjoy it." When his friend didn't take the candy, Crabbe finally looked up. "Where did he go?"
Draco, Pansy, and Goyle all turned to stare at him.
"My father always said you live in your own little world," Draco began, his voice filled with surprise and irritation. "I never truly understood what he meant… until now."
Meanwhile, inside the castle, two Slytherins walked side by side. Not a word was spoken between them as they passed the Great Hall. When they turned a corner, a smirk formed on Amy's lips.
"I hope you aren't getting too naughty now, heir Quade,"
Jakob turned his head slightly, offering her a curious smile while feigning innocence. "I'm sorry," he replied politely, "In what way do you mean?"
Amy responded with a knowing smirk, making it evident that she was well aware of his subterfuge. "That book you were trying to hide—I'm not the only upper year who knows about it. I admit, it's a good read, but you should steer clear of attempting the magic described in there."
They walked in silence down the hallway for a few moments, Jakob's mind racing with questions. Emma had assured him that no one would be able to identify the charmed book he was carrying. How, then, had Amy seen right through the enchantment? The thought left him uneasy, and he pondered how much more she might know.
"How could you see what type of book it was? It's charmed,"
The older girl nodded in response, her confidence apparent. "It is, but I have a particular knack for spotting these things."
They ascended the grand staircase towards the corridor where the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was located. Jakob's gaze repeatedly drifted back to Amy, his restless demeanour betraying the questions he was itching to ask. The older girl found his unease highly amusing, her smirk growing with every glance he stole.
When the two entered the third floor, Jakob couldn't withhold his curiosity any longer. "What's so concerning about that book? Why shouldn't I attempt anything described in it?"
Amy halted abruptly, causing Jakob to stop alongside her, his brow furrowed in confusion. Her expression shifted to genuine worry, an emotion he hadn't witnessed from her before.
"Don't tell me you..." she began, her voice tinged with suspicion.
Jakob quickly reassured her, his charming smile firmly in place. "Of course not," he replied smoothly, hoping to ease her concerns. The older witch observed his facial expression, searching for any trace of dishonesty.
Before Jakob could react, the fifth-year prefect girl grabbed his collar, pressing him firmly against the wall. Her sudden closeness nearly robbed him of breath, their noses mere centimetres apart. The faint scent of her perfume, a delicate mix of lavender and something sweet, filled his nostrils. Completely disregarding their surroundings, her hazel eyes locked onto his with an intensity that rendered him immobile. Fortunately, they were alone.
"Jakob," she spoke softly yet with a dangerous tone, her breath warm against his face, "have you attempted any of the spells in that book?"
Jake met her gaze and replied resolutely,
"No."
His answer was a lie, but he couldn't fathom why she was so vehemently opposed to it. After all, it was just blood magic.
They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. He could feel the heat of her body, her grip on his shirt tightening. Finally, she let out a relieved sigh, her hold slowly loosening as she turned her eyes away to quickly survey the area.
He breathed a silent sigh of relief and pride, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, knowing that he had successfully deceived her for the first time. The moment lingered, a mix of tension and unspoken words hanging in the air as they stood in the dimly lit corridor.
She continued to study him, now with a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, doesn't this bring back old memories? Jakob returned the smile she was wearing, sensing that an opportunity he had longed for, even dreamed of, was about to come true.
But before he could respond, excited chatter from the grand staircase caught their attention. Amy took a step back and turned away, and disappointment washed over him like a cold shower.
Without looking to see if he was following, she started walking, and he trailed behind her as she led the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
When they arrived, the prefect opened the door and, with a nod, gestured for him to enter first. She then stepped inside, closing it quietly behind them.
The room had been transformed. The desks were pushed aside, leaving the space wide open. All the prefects representing various houses formed a tight circle within that open area, with the head girl and head boy positioned at the very centre, symbolising their authority.
Amy passed Jakob and slipped into the vacant spot next to Diana. Meanwhile, the only first year in the room approached the assembly of seasoned students responsible for managing Hogwarts. His every step was met with a sea of watchful eyes, tracking his entrance into the room.
A Ravenclaw prefect, a boy with tousled brown hair and glasses, was the first to acknowledge Jakob's arrival with a subtle nod, his perceptive gaze studying the newcomer closely.
When the first-year Slytherin approached the circle, a friendly-looking Hufflepuff prefect extended a welcoming hand and introduced himself with a warm smile, "I'm Gabriel Truman. Nice to meet you." Jakob returned the greeting with a friendly handshake and a smile as he introduced himself.
However, the atmosphere took a different turn when he looked towards the Gryffindor prefect standing beside Gabriel. Their exchange was anything but warm as the Gryffindor shot Jakob a cold, hostile glare.
Jakob, unfazed by the attempt to intimidate him, met the glare with a derisive smirk. The memory of an incident involving the oldest Weasley boy and a Leviosa spell flashed through his mind, causing an inward giggle. His grin widened, and it seemed that Percy Weasley understood exactly what was running through the snake's mind, which only intensified his hostile stare.
Before any cruel words could escape his lips, however, the Gryffindor Head Boy strolled over to Jakob with an outstretched hand and introduced himself with a friendly smile. "I'm Corey Hayden, Head Boy and close colleague of Diana Cowley."
After giving his Queen a quick glance, Jakob accepted Mr Hayden's hand and offered a polite nod. "My name is Jakob Quade, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Corey gave him a small approving smile, then stepped back and rejoined Diana, leaving Jakob slightly intrigued. The way they looked at each other as he took his place beside her made it seem like they were actual friends. Jakob couldn't help but wonder if their show of affection was genuine or merely an act.
Taking his place next to Amy, Jakob observed the circle of prefects. Diana cleared her throat and stepped forward, capturing everyone's attention. "We all know of the discord that has been plaguing these castle halls for some time now. Mr Hayden and I have decided that this must end before matters become too dire and cause the school to be shut down."
Unable to hold back, Percy interjected, "Well, he started it!" while jabbing an accusing finger at Jakob.
"Miss Cowley is speaking, so you will do best to remain silent, Mr Weasley, and keep your hands to yourself," the head boy reprimanded sternly. Percy was taken aback at first, then felt a pang of shame for his behaviour as he nodded in acknowledgement. Before Diana continued, Percy made sure to shoot Jakob a murderous glare as if blaming him for the reprimand he had received.
The head girl gave the head boy a warm, grateful smile. "Thank you, Mr Hayden." She then shifted her gaze to the assembled circle, her face returning to its authoritative expression. "Now, as I was saying, we have gathered you all here today so that we can finally put an end to this situation and return to our everyday lives."
The people in the room murmured in agreement, exhausted from the frequent battles that had plagued them long enough. Finally, the meeting began, and they discussed the measures to be taken against those who violated the rules and emphasised the importance of solidarity between prefects and students alike.
Jakob, who had remained at Amy's side, carefully studied the students gathered around them, trying to read every expression. He observed their various personalities and the dynamics at play among Hogwarts' leaders. Some exhibited aggression, while others sought peace and harmony, and a few simply followed the lead of their friends. From his observations, Jakob pieced together a clearer picture of these influential figures and how he could potentially use this information to his advantage.
Then came the moment when Diana addressed him directly. "You might be asking yourselves why I have called heir Quade here today," she began. Jakob turned his attention to the head girl, a sense of anticipation and dread building within him. He had been summoned for a purpose but couldn't determine whether it was for reprimand or reward. His instincts leaned toward punishment.
"As Mr Weasley rudely stated before, this young Slytherin was the cause of it all. I have an idea on how heir Quade can help bring it to a close." Affronted by the accusation, Jakob gave his queen a look that silently asked for permission to speak. Diana nodded to him and said, "Yes, heir Quade?"
Taking a step forward, the young Slytherin did his best to appear composed despite the frantic pounding of his heart. Facing the assembly of prefects and school leaders, he maintained a composed tone as he spoke.
"While I admit that my words may have been provocative, it's important to remember that every fire requires an initial spark," he began, his voice steady and measured. "My statement in the Great Hall wasn't meant to start a war but rather to seek justice, not only for the students of my own house but also those from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw." He paused for effect, then turned his gaze back to the head boy and girl, offering a casual shrug. "I merely said what many of us were feeling at that moment."
"Are you finished with your bullshit?" Weasley spat, his glare intensifying. Jakob felt irritation growing within him, and he met Weasley's gaze.
"You may wear that prefect badge," Jakob retorted, annoyance seeping into his voice, "but it seems to have made little difference in your manners. Have you learned nothing from the consequences of your past actions? Or perhaps you enjoyed the sensation of your skin burning? Is that why you are so eager to experience it again?"
Weasley's face twisted in fury as he pulled out his wand and raised it, his intent clear. Jakob's instincts kicked in, and with a swift flick of his wrist, he summoned his own wand from its holster. It shot out and landed perfectly in his outstretched hand.
In a mere second, he had it pointed straight between the prefect's eyes, his expression stone-cold.
The Gryffindor prefect froze mid-motion, his wand only half-raised, unable to react in time. Shock flickered across his eyes, momentarily breaking through his anger.
"Enough!" The head boy roared, striding over to Wesley and exchanging a few whispered words with him. Percy's expression shifted from fury to overwhelmed, then back to a glare directed at Jakob. Without another word, he spun on his heel and exited the room, leaving behind a heavy silence.
The head boy turned his stern gaze toward Jakob. "I understand the source of your disagreement, but the manner in which you addressed my prefect is unacceptable within the walls of Hogwarts." He then glanced at Diana, who gave a subtle nod of agreement. "Quade, you will serve one week of detention for showing disrespect to a prefect."
Jakob nodded, acknowledging that speaking up further would only lead to more trouble.
Hayden returned to his place beside Diana, who stepped forward to address the assembled group. "As this school year comes to a close, a new one will soon begin," Diana began. She approached Jakob and handed him an envelope, her tone firm. "After consulting with the professors, we've decided that you will lead an afterschool club next year. You'll have the opportunity to shape it according to your preferences and contribute your ideas."
A subtle smirk graced her lips, and her penetrating gaze conveyed that any complaints would not be tolerated. "Your role will involve assisting students with their studies twice a week, think of it as being a mentor. You'll offer your help to both your year and the one below, especially those at risk of poor grades or falling behind."
Diana's eyes seemed to catch something in his own as if she could read his thoughts.
"And let me clarify," she continued her tone just as firm and unwavering as before. "You will not accept any form of payment for this service. That includes nonmaterial things like favours, for example."
Jakob nodded, successfully masking his annoyance. She was sharp, and he had to give her credit for that.
Diana's speech ended with her last statement, "You will be able to choose a classroom of your own, as long as it isn't already occupied." She returned to her position, and Jakob couldn't hide his disappointment as he looked down at the envelope.
Hayden noticed his expression and offered a sympathetic smile before continuing. "We understand this is a significant responsibility, so you won't have to handle it alone." Confusion furrowed Jakob's brow as he asked, "Who will help me?"
"We'll find someone willing to assist you, and it won't be from your own house." Diana chimed in, her voice firm, yet there was a hint of reassurance in it. "We need to know which classroom you'll choose before the school year ends." Their determination left no room for excuses. He had to make a decision. Otherwise, they would make it for him.
Jakob reluctantly nodded, feeling like the consequences of his earlier actions were a bit too harsh. He sighed and asked, "How long am I expected to do this?"
Diana's smug smile revealed her satisfaction with Jakob's response. She had been prepared for more resistance, and even Amy, her right-hand woman, had been uncertain about how the young heir would react. However, it had gone smoother than expected, a testament to Jakob's cunning and intelligence.
"Now, heir Quade, don't look so dismayed," his queen said, her tone softening. "Consider this an opportunity, not a punishment – a chance to dedicate yourself to this club throughout your second year. You'll be free to decide its fate afterwards."
Jakob observed the gleam in her eyes and pondered the potential positive outcomes of this ruling. As Diana finished speaking, she dismissed him with a wave of her hand, and he bowed before turning and exiting the classroom.
When the Slytherin boy returned to his dorm room and opened the parchment, his heart sank as he read its contents. He leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily.
Diana and Corey would post a notice on the bulletin board outlining the job opportunity, allowing students to apply for consideration. They would select the best candidate for the position, though the role offered no payment or extra house points as a reward.
In disbelief, Jakob muttered, "Who in the bloody world would bother applying for this?"
Author's Note 2:
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