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Chapter 20

The sun radiating down on Harriet could only bring annoyance to the Girl-Who-Lived, who let out a huge sigh as she just put on her Quidditch uniform. The badger outfit was a representative image of her current state in the team. She was the seeker, and they all wanted her to do her utmost best in the Hogwarts league soon. Not that she had any problem with it. Even if Harriet wasn't a Quidditch fan, she despised losing, especially in a magic sport she hated. So, begrudgingly, Harriet walked outside her room and saw Nymphadora waiting for her with a big goofy smile on her face. Harriet huffed at the pink-haired girl.

"What are you smirking about, eh?" Harriet asked, earning a chuckled from Nymphadora.

"Nothing, but you're truly the cutest thing when you wear that uniform," Nymphadora said, smiling. Harriet scoffed, passing by the pink-haired girl.

Both girls soon meet the rest of the Hufflepuff team. Cedric used his dashing smile to blind the Girl-Who-Lived, who groaned at such a gentle person. Damn you, Cedric! Damn you and your beautiful smile! Harriet groaned, looking away from the Hufflepuff golden boy.

"Are we ready to practice now? We need to try our new formations. And since Herbert and Anthony graduated last year, we need to fill the ranks again. As well to get new subs, just in case," Cedric said, and the rest only nodded.

"Alright, boss, you're the team captain now; lead us to victory!" Heidi proclaimed as the rest started to clap unseriously, making Cedric blush.

"Yeah, although, I would have to admit, Heidi, Tasmin, and Malcolm truly need some practice," Nymphadora said, smirking. At the same time, the rest of the team looked at her, insulted.

"We don't need practice!" They replied back angrily.

"Alright, alright, enough wasting time. Let us go to the field already. I had to bride Oliver to have the Quidditch pitch today," Cedric said with a sigh.

"Bribe him with what?" Nymphadora asked with a rather amusingly tone as she noticed the dramatic look on his face.

"Men's stuff," Cedric only replied, making all the girls scoff funnily.

Harriet started to follow the group of Quidditch enthusiasts with a smile on her face. So far in the year, Harriet enjoyed the tranquility of nothing wrong happening around her. She could focus on other things like gathering more recognition thanks to her ability to cure Lycanthropy and using that to make her an idol of sorts. Or more knowledge of the Wizarding Magic and Yggdrasil magic and far could she push her magic. Nevertheless, peace at Hogwarts means more time for her to focus her efforts somewhere else.

Besides, showing how good she was at Quidditch without even trying was quite satisfying, if she could say so herself.

"Harriet!"

Harriet let out an exasperated sigh as she stared at the group of kids, all waiting for her at the courtyard entrance near the Great Hall.

"You know, this is just a practice, right?" Harriet said, earning a few chuckles from the rest.

"It doesn't matter. We will always be there for you," Daphne said, smiling.

"Yeah, but this is still practice," Harriet replied again. "Don't you have all homework or something?"

"Worry do not, my dear Harriet, for such aggravation is less than deserving of our time. And please, allow us to jubilate in your grandiose sports capability training. Also, may I add, how delightful you look with that precious uniform," Tracey said with an elegant tone as Daphne gave her a comical glance.

Harriet stared at Tracey, wondering where the Scottish girl came up with such a language. But she just shrugged it off. Tracey was a funny girl, that was for sure.

"Still, you guys could be doing something else," Harriet said.

"Like what?" Blaise asked, smiling, and Harriet was then met with silence.

"Ah... I don't know? Uhm," Harriet muttered, looking around. But she had to admit that there wasn't much for them to do. Especially knowing that each of them was doing incredibly well in the academic aspects.

"Let us be with you, my love," Fleur said, kissing the top of her head in a very endearing form, earning a few sighs from the teammates around Harriet.

"I wish my boyfriend kissed my forehead like that," Heidi whispered.

"You don't have a boyfriend," Tasmin replied.

"Silence, and leave my dreams alone!"

Harriet let out an exasperated sigh but chuckled nonetheless. They were not going anywhere, so she just let them be. Besides, Harriet has grown used to them being around her. It felt weird not hearing their voices.

"Alright, but Hermione, don't tell the Gryffindor team our strategies!" Harriet said jokingly as the bushy girl only looked scared for a brief moment before noticing the smirk on Harriet's face. It was all Hermione needed to relax, yet she heard the giggles around her.

"Not funny," Hermione muttered.

"It is if you made those faces," Harriet said.

The group started to walk, but it was not much than a few meters before the Slytherin team came out of nowhere with broad smirks on their faces. They looked rather pleased with themselves for an odd reason. And Harriet didn't know what they wanted but by its looks. They seemed to go to the Quidditch's pit, like them.

"Where are you going, Flint?" Cedric asked, with no friendliness in his voice.

"Quidditch's practice," the Slytherin team captain said.

"Quidditch's practice, you say? I booked the pitch for Hufflepuff," Cedric said, clearly confused and annoyed.

Flint and the rest of the Slytherin smirked.

"Easy there, Blonde boy," Flint said mockingly. "We have professor Snape's permission."

Cedrick took the piece of parchment out of Flint's hand in a not-so-kind gesture.

"I, Professor Severus Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new seeker."

Cedric said, hissing each word as the rest of the Hufflepuff team got enraged by it.

"That's horse shit!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Fuck off with that!"

Harriet looked at her team and sighed. I wonder if this is professor Snape's revenge for calling him Uncle Sev yesterday. Uh, it could very well be. Mom told me to not call him like that in school. Ah, so annoying! Harriet assumed but kept those thoughts inside of her.

"You've got a new seeker? Who?" Cedric asked.

Flint smiled as then everyone saw a certain blonde-haired boy approaching the rest with a nasty smirk on his face. Harriet stared at him and let out a snort. Of course, it's him! Haha! Harriet thought amusingly.

"Ah, Malfoy, eh?" Harriet said with quite the mocking tone as if she was dealing with nothing but an annoyance. That made the boy scoff and sneer.

"That's right, Potter, and that's not all that's new this year!"

Malfoy said, and then he showed his new broom.

"Whoa, those are Nimbus 2001's!" Heidi whispered, surprised at how each of the Slytherin had one.

"How did they get them?" Tasmin hissed.

"A gift from Draco's father, Lord Malfoy. Of course, he wanted to show his support to his house," Flint said.

"Support, eh? Why does it sound like bribery to me?" Nymphadora deadpanned.

"Bribery, why would you say such a thing?" Flint said, clearly mocking Nymphadora's voice, whose hair turned bright red.

"Well, talking about bribery. What about this? I could let you practice if you do me a favor," Flint said while looking at Fleur's ample breast. And so was the rest of the Slytherin group.

"Maybe, we could think of something, eh?" Flint said, licking his lips.

"Stop talking, larva. I don't want to get stuck between your teeth," Fleur hissed while Flint closed his mouth, embarrassed of someone pointing it out.

"If you think a new broom would get you a victory, you're incredibly naive," Nymphadora added, irritated by those Slytherin players.

"Why, can't buy one?" A Slytherin on the back said, earning a few chuckles from the rest.

"I don't think she has the money, after all. Her father is-"

"Do be careful, there, Flint! Be very careful! Don't you dare talk about my father, or I swear I rip your tongue out!" Nymphadora hissed angrily, pointing her wand directly at Flint's neck, who couldn't react as fast as the Metamorphmagus witch.

Harriet decided to intervene, not because she wanted to avoid watching Nymphadora clean the floor with them. But because she wanted to avoid getting angry herself. And well, she was getting pretty annoyed fast.

"It's alright, Nymphadora. He is not worth it," Harriet said softly. Nymphadora hissed but knew it was not the time or place to kill someone. Yet.

"Go ahead, then, and practice all you want. But that won't change anything. You'll lose. No matter what."

Harriet said quietly, and the Slytherin team felt uncomfortable by how the Girl-Who-Lived watched them.

"You're underestimating us," Draco said, sounding brave or trying to.

"I am not underestimating you. I am simply brushing you off like the clown you're."

Draco blushed but was wise enough to not say anything. However, all that intelligence was pushed aside when Hermione spoke. She seemed to have returned to her First-year bossy attitude just briefly. Hermione wanted to show her support for her first friend. And that's why she felt obligated to also speak on her behalf.

"That's right! Besides, Harriet is worth ten of you, and she didn't have to buy her way in. She got there by pure talent."

That seems to strike a nerve on Draco. He sneered at her, forgetting that Harriet was in front of him for a moment.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!"

The people gasped loudly at the use of such a word. Yet, that wasn't the worst part. It was the pure fury of a certain girl who stared at Draco with ill intent. What came next was a loud slap in the face by Harriet, striking Draco and practically knocking him to the ground, with her hand-printed on his cheek. Draco was almost knocked down, and for the looks, he seemed to not understand what was going on, but the rest knew it too well. Yet, Draco slowly returned to himself and couldn't believe what had happened. His jaw was numb, and Draco could feel the pain flooding his nerve. Like someone struck him with a stick on his cheek. It was excruciating.

"You hit me!" Draco whined, with tears in his eyes, forgetting fear for a moment. "You fucking bloody dyke! Daugther of a Mudblood whore!" Draco yelled, letting his pain out, yet it took not long before realizing what he had just said.

That wasn't the brightest thing to say. Harriet was annoyed before. Now she was utterly furious. Yet, it wasn't a typical type of rage. It was not the same Harriet felt when she faced Voldemort last year. That was a cold rage, a calculative kind of fury, where she had control over her emotions and actions. Yet, right now, it felt like something snapped inside of her. A type of wrath that dazed her. Harriet didn't know that before. She didn't have her Karma genuinely unlocked. Yet, her traits as a Demon Empress were slowly waking up after her first kill. That's why when Harriet heard the stupid blond-haired boy insult her friend, and more importantly. Her mother, something inside her, broke.

For someone like Harriet, whose past life was filled with despair since her childhood, she often finds herself attached to the people who she considered family and friends. So, insulting them was like attacking her as well.

Harriet was on top of Draco, mad with fury. She didn't even know exactly what was going on. Her mind only wanted to hurt Draco for daring to insult her beloved mother. A type of childish anger intertwined with an adult psyche and a Demonic allure hiding beneath all of that. Harriet wasn't controlling her rage since it was the first time she had experienced something so raw. At least not since the day Voldemort attacked her family when she was but a child. That's why Harriet didn't fully understand what she was doing.

"I'll kill you! I' will fucking kill you!"

Harriet hissed while on top of Draco, punching him hard in the nose, breaking it with ease.

"I'll end you here right now!" Harriet yelled, hitting Draco in the face, hard. The sound of meat being punched was nasty and painful for Draco who was openly crying now.

"Ehhuuu! Please! Someone help me!"

Draco squealed in pain and fear while he stared at those eyes, shinning with ill intent, as the girl kept on punching him. The rest were shocked, and it took a few seconds before they tried to stop it.

"Harriet, stop!" Fleur said, grabbing Harriet and trying to bring her up, away from the blonde-haired boy, who was already bleeding. Yet, Fleur found herself using more strength than she would typically use. She is strong! To strong! Fleur thought, surprised.

"Leave me! I say leave me, NOW!"

Harriet's voice cracked, but it wasn't in sorrow or pain, but hatred, deep and dark hatred. The kids felt shivers, hearing the voice of their lady. The tone of the Demon Empress making echoes in the back of the young girl's voice. Ordering them to stand down. Fleur, couldn't help but feel as if her body was being pushed away, just by her voice. Yet, she had to stop her, or things could end badly for her dear lady.

The rest of the Slytherin team wanted to push Harriet away in a not-so-kind way. But like the rest, Neville and Blaise put their wands out, threatening them to dare to move one finger.

"Nymphadora!" Fleur called, and the pink-haired girl helped the Veela bring away their infuriated lady. Harriet threw one last punch that, luckily for Draco, failed. Yet, the impact of her fist on the ground left a hole. The blond-haired boy didn't know. He just avoided a lethal punch. It was also when Professor McGonagall arrived after she heard the commotion in the courtyard.

"What is going on here?!" Professor McGonagall yelled, noticing Malfoy's battered face on the ground while crying. The Slytherins quickly jumped at the first opportunity to blamed it all on the Badgers.

"This girl attacked our seeker!"

"She is mad!"

"We saw her; she just lost it completely, professor! She attacked Malfoy and looked at him. She almost killed him!"

Pressor McGonagall was trying to be as impartial as she could since she doubted that someone like Harriet could just simply lose her cool in such a manner. Yet, McGonagall stared at the Girl-Who-Lived and couldn't hide her surprise at the face the girl was making. She was utterly furious, so much that it was scary.

"That's a lie!" Heidi exclaimed as the rest followed.

"Yes! He called Hermione a Mudblood and Harriet's mom a Mudblood whore!"

McGonagall gasped but decided to keep the jury and punishment for later.

"Take mister Malfoy to the infirmary! And you miss Potter, you'll come with me!"

Harriet, who by that moment was able to regain some self-control, only looked at her hands, wondering what had just taken over her. And looking at Malfoy weeping on the floor made her realize she was in a problem.

Ah, shit. Harriet thought, hoping he'll live to see another day.

James Potter sighed deeply, staring at the two females before him. Honestly, his day has become quite long. Yet, he couldn't just turn away, Lady Malfoy. Especially not after the information she has brought on to him.

"So, you think Malfoy is planning something?" James asked.

"Yes, at least something to push Dumbledore away from Hogwarts for now."

James hummed, wondering what type of plot could Malfoy possibly be thinking on. However, whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

"We need more than just your words, lady Malfoy," James said, and Andromeda frowned. Of course, James saw it right away and tried to be as transparent as possible.

"Look, we have nothing to hold against him. And we tried, believe me. Remember the new laws? We wanted to use them to raid the houses of Voldemort sympathizers, just to find an excuse of sorts to get them on trial."

"And they sniff it out," Andromeda concluded.

"Yes, we believe they sell or hide whatever illegal item could be used against them. Do you know something about it, Narcissa?" James asked, and Narcissa sighed.

"Lucius never told me what secrets his family hides. I knew a room where sensitive items were being held. But I wasn't allowed to go near it. Yet, I saw Lucius entering there a few times in the summer, taking whatever item could be used against him, and selling it, no doubt."

Narcissa explained, making James sigh once more.

"Currently, with Dumbledore's trial being held off, for now, that is. The rest of the noble houses have been bribing countless of our officers and moving assets outside our jurisdiction. Bulgaria and Norway, just to name a few places."

"Are things that bad?" Andromeda asked, shocked, as James only pointed to the mountains of paperwork beside him.

"I've been doing some spring cleaning, as you can see. There are units of Aurors who I trust deeply, but we are few. Amelia is doing her best to get rid of the corrupt Aurors and train a new generation. She went so far as to get good old crazy, Mad-eye Moody for this role."

"Are you serious? Alastor Moody?" Andromeda replied, with an amused tone in her voice.

"Yeah, the old crazy goat has taken quite the liking to recruit young wizards and witches to become the best Auror corps globally. Yet, it would take time for us to move. Especially when we have Fudge stopping us at each turn."

"No doubt at the insistence of the Dark Faction," Narcissa said as James nodded at her.

"Yeah, someone has been whispering to him, crazy stuff. Like us training an army to pull off a coup d'etat. Or something stupid."

"Yet, Fudge believes it."

"Yes, that's why we have been taking the slow approach, so to speak."

The group only sat in silence for a few seconds, trying to understand the bigger picture.

"This makes things harder," Narcissa said softly.

"Yeah, so, while there is nothing to charge Lucius with. That doesn't mean I'll wait around until something happens. I'll have to send a letter to Dumbledore, telling him to keep an eye out," James said, dreading to trust such a person. And he knew Andromeda and Narcissa thought the same. Yet, when it comes down to the protection of the children. Compromises needed to be made.

"There is not much for us to do there," Andromeda said with a sigh.

"Still, I'll try to send Aurors to do a routine check-up. That would keep my mind at ease for now. Yet, I will also send letters to our allies, so they should keep an eye out for the children."

"That would be good," Andromeda said.

"But not enough," James sighed again. Narcissa looked at Lord Potter and noticed the bags under his eyes. The unshaved bear and the many coups of coffee around him. If there was a man who took his job seriously, that would be James Potter. Narcissa had to admit that she was thankful, that it was him the one leading the way, and while Amelia was just as important in the wave of change. James was the driving force that kept the Aurors from completely falling off. Narcissa felt safe knowing she could trust him.

"Still, that doesn't mean we won't do anything. We'll try to get some dirty, and if you could help us, Lady Malfoy. Maybe, we could stop Lucius before he does something."

James said firmly yet gently, not wanting to threaten Narcissa or something. He wasn't that type of man.

"I'll help in anything, Lord Potter," Narcissa said, smiling at James.

"James, I would like to help Narcissa with her separation. And protection."

James looked at Andromeda and hummed. "I see, don't worry Lady Malfoy. We help you with that."

"Lord Potter, please call me Narcissa. I don't want to be associated with the Malfoy name," she said gently, and James smiled.

"Narcissa, don't worry; you'll be protected. I don't doubt Lucius would try something after hearing you will divorce him. As a Pureblood, something like a divorce would put dirt on his name. And Lucius surely likes the sound of his name. We must be careful and fast, before he decides to do something against you, Narcissa."

"We fear as much," Andromeda said while comforting her younger sister by taking her hard.

"I'll speak with Sirus after he returns. As Lord Black, he could help you with the divorce."

"I was surprised to not see him with you," Andromeda said, and James brought a muggle newspaper, showing it to the two ladies in front of him. The headlines read, "Two nine-yeard old disappear near Leicester." It continues, and the more they read. The more they paled.

"12 children have disappeared in the last two weeks across England. This is not the work of a muggle but a wizard. A terrible one."

James told both women, who could only wonder, who would dare such a thing.

"Their ages," Narcissa whispered, horrified.

"Yeah, young, too young," James hissed. "We believe Fenrir Greyback is behind this. He seems to have taken the cure of the Lycanthropy too personally."

"And now he is lashing out," Andromeda said.

"Yeah, if we don't stop him now. It will be a huge mess. The Muggle authorities are already investigating."

Narcissa and Andromeda had to admit that they didn't know about such an incident. Children being kidnapped should be on the front of the Prophet, but since it was not even spoken about in the Wizarding Comunity, Fudge was responsible for it.

"And Fudge doesn't want anyone knowing this," Narcissa whispered.

"Yeah, but for now, let's focus on one thing at a time. Do you have a place to stay, Narcissa?" James asked.

"I could find one, do not worry, Lord Potter. I have some gold in my own personal vault. I am not starving."

"Nonsense, you'll stay with me!" Narcissa looked at Andromeda, who started at her with determined eyes, yet the younger sister only smiled.

"I don't wish to bother you and Ted."

"You're not bothering anyone, Cissy," Andromeda said exasperatedly.

Narcissa looked down, ashamed, yet, she couldn't accept help just like that. She was brought up as a lady and nothing more. So, receiving support in such a way was frowned upon, at least in her mind. Narcissa thought and knew she couldn't barge in into some house. Sirius and Susan lived together in the Bones mansion. Yet, she wasn't thrilled to share a room with Amelia Bones. They had a bitter history together. And Andromeda and Ted lived happily together in the small yet quite comfortable flat. And those were the only ones she knew personally.

James just rolled his eyes. "You could stay at Potter Manor."

Narcissa and Andromeda stared at him, a bit dazed.

"My lord, I couldn't possibly do such a thing!" Narcissa exclaimed.

"Narcissa, please call me James. And you're not bothering at all. Potter manor is enormous. Besides, I doubt you'll want to stay at Grimmauld Place."

Narcissa had to admit that the ancient house of the Black family was not a place she would like to stay. Yet, taking refugee at the Potters made her uneasy.

"Don't worry, Lily would agree with me, and I don't usually sleep there," James said, and both ladies stared at him confusedly. James chuckled as he pointed at the small room near his office, and they saw a bed and a desk there.

"You sleep there?" Narcissa asked, baffled.

"Just for now, you see the amount of work I have now, and Lily is currently on a secret mission. So, don't worry, Potter manor is empty. And it's only temporary until you finish your divorce. So no problem."

James replied with no problem of his own. Narcissa was still apprehensive.

"Cissy, you should accept his help. Besides, you'll spend more time gathering your things or in court."

Narcissa sighed deeply but knew she didn't have any place to go. So she took the offer at hand.

"I thank you for your kindness," Narcissa replied.

"Don't say it; besides, I am waiting to see Lucius's reaction to what will happen," James replied with a smirk. And it brought Narcissa's smile back.

"I share the same enthusiasm as Lord Potter."

And Andromeda chuckled, and Narcissa followed. Still, Narcissa was afraid. She would not say it. But Lucius was capable of doing horrible things when angry. She knows it. Yet, Narcissa hoped nothing terrible would happen to her or Draco. Or so she hopes.

Harriet had to admit that she wasn't proud of her past behavior. The way she reacted. Her childish response perplexed her. She just exploded into a fit, a bizarre thing for her to happen. Well, at least I didn't kill him. Harriet cringed. Still wondering what could have caused such a response from her.

I'm not an angry person. Or so I think? Maybe, it had to do with that bit of my Karma being unlocked? If that is so, this is my first time experiencing such negative Karma. Also, would my Demonic traits have anything to do with it? That's bad! I need to be careful to not kill someone in a fit of rage. That would be wrong, really bad!

As she looked at the two people looking down on her, Harriet thought this opportunity was good. It would allow her to calm down and think about what else has changed in her. Besides, a part of her didn't regret beating the living crap out of Malfoy.

"You do have many things to explain, Miss Potter," McGonagall said while looking at the girl, who understood what happened in the courtyard. Yet, Severus and McGonagall were incredible, shocked by such action from someone like Harriet.

"I guess," Harriet muttered.

"Mister Malfoy will get better. He only got a broken nose, and some other... bruises. Yet, he would definitely send a letter to his father to tell him about what happened."

Severus said, downplaying the true length of injuries Draco had. His face was swollen, and he couldn't even open his eyes. His jaw was dislocated and he lost a tooth. Yet, it wasn't something, Madam Pomfrey or he could not heal. Still, it was clearly a vicious attack. And one, Severus was still having problems coming to terms with. A young girl, shouldn't have such physical strength. How could she do it? Severus pondered.

"You understand, what will happen now?"

Severus said while looking directly at Harriet, who scoffed.

"He got off lucky," Harriet replied. "The things he said to Hermione and my mother... are worse than any broken nose." She muttered, getting angry just to think of it.

"Yet, you should have not acted in such a manner. You understand you could have seriously harmed another kid?" The voice coming from Severus was indeed severe enough to make Harriet cringe. Yes, she should have acted more maturely. But in her defense, Harriet experienced something out of her control. An unexpected Yggdrasil oddity took control of her mind and body briefly. It would not happen again, hopefully. But, in her twisted mind, Harriet believed that she was not entirely at fault.

"He insulted my mom," Harriet whispered, looking down, ashamed, not of what she did, necessarily. But acting like a child made her quiver.

Severus sighed, and so did McGonagall.

"And he has been punished for that, but so will you, understand?" Severus said, and Harriet nodded. There was no point in arguing.

"Yes, sir," Harriet muttered.

"And we'll write to your parents about this," McGonagall added, and now, Harriet cringed harder.

"I... understand."

"Off you go then."

Harriet breathed slowly as she left both professors. McGonagall sighed and thought how in the world, such a clever and kind-hearted girl like Harriet could have reacted in such an animalistic way.

"I never thought young miss Potter would have reacted in such a style. Especially going into a physical fight," she said, and Severus hummed.

"Everyone has a breaking point. A sore spot that could make them act illogically. Malfoy insulting Harriet's mother in such a vulgar fashion made miss Potter lose her calm demeanor."

Severus explained slowly. He couldn't really blame the girl for her behavior. Honestly, the way Draco acted was unwelcome and somewhat surprising. Maybe, it was the fact that he was humiliated in front of the older Slytherins that he needed to exhibit that he was definitely a Pureblood heir. And the only way to do so was the old way. Insulting and trying to bring the egocentric attitude of a young lord. Of course, it didn't work. In fact, Severus believes that Draco has made a fool of himself, which was something the rest of the Slytherin would never forget and even use against him.

Draco, you must be careful to not follow that path. You still have time.

Severus thought melancholically. He truly wanted to help the kid be something more than a Death Eater in training. But the more times go by, the more he behaves like Lucius. And that was a terrible idea.

I'll speak with Narcissa. We must do something before it's late.

"Hopefully, this is the last time something like this happens," McGonagall said, and Severus scoffed.

"She is a Potter and the Girl-Who-Lived. Things would only get worse."

"At least try to be positive," McGonagall grumbled.

"I am being positive," Severus replied.

"Nevertheless, I'll keep an eye out for Draco. I don't doubt he would try to do something later."

McGonagall nodded as both teachers returned to their duties. Not knowing, soon, Hogwarts would experience even more chaos.