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Chapter 4: Blood-Traitor Aversion
Warning: Complete non-Canon-ness ahead. :-)
Chapter Three: Blood-Traitor Aversion
I couldn’t concentrate. My charms were blasting off every which way and finally, after a good thirty minutes and a catastrophic shattering of window panes later, Professor Flitwick asked me to sit this one out for the time-being and had me report to the library instead to do some research on wandless magic (seeming to think that I was incapable of the actual act of wandless magic – which was a laugh to say the least). I was usually a good student (well, one of the best to be more precise – something my Head Boy badge would be glad to vouch for) and wandless magic was something I’ve been doing since age fifteen (nonverbal spells at the age of thirteen, but who’s asking?).
Nevertheless, I was glad to escape from class. I had a lot going on in my mind and would rather be in solitude to sort it all out. I trudged up the stairs to the library, thankful that the stairs didn’t move this time. Madame Pince looked at me with piercing eyes, most probably thinking that I was skiving class. She is the saddest person alive, honestly. (Well, only second to Filch but she takes the prize for Saddest Woman Alive). I hand over a note from Flitwick to which she studied it carefully – too carefully with scepticism written all over her face. Finally, she handed it back to me and with a curt nod of her head, she went back to her paperwork signalling that I was free to go about and do my research.
I rolled my eyes (once I turned my back to her) and headed towards the Advanced Charms and Spells section at the back end of the room and grabbed several books here and there – not exactly paying attention nor caring as to what books I got. It’s got to be in one of them anyway.
I settled myself comfortably on an escritoire next to an impossibly enormous window pane on the west side of the room and started reading the first book I laid my hands on. It didn’t really have the answers Flitwick was asking for, but it was a good read and kept me interested for quite sometime, until an annoying tapping of the window broke into my thoughts. I looked up to see Rosalie, my eagle owl, fluttering excitedly with a note attached to her feet.
Looking round the room, checking to see if Minced Pince was anywhere near me, I quietly opened the window to let Rosalie in, shushing her noisy wings to silence.
“Sorry, I don’t have a treat with me at the moment,” I apologised and took out the neatly rolled up parchment she carried. “I’ll be sure to give you one before dinner though, is that good enough for you?”
She looked at me disdainfully – a Malfoy trait, I’m pleased to say – but still gave my finger a gentle nip in acceptance. She flew back out the window towards the Owlery and I hurriedly unrolled the parchment, knowing full well that it was from my father.
The symptoms you tell me of are precisely the indications of you having found your mate. And much as I should be glad, it troubles me – to say the least – that you’re destined for a blood-traitor. Still, facts may not have been gathered quite carefully and meticulously and so I’m hoping you just read it all wrong. For this reason, I’ve arranged that we meet in the Three Bromsticks in Hogsmeade at 6 o’clock tonight to analyse this situation even more. Dumbledore has granted his permission and Severus will see to it that you get there safely.
In the meantime, I know of a potion that will help you find out who your true mate is. Enclosed is a clipping of the list of ingredients and the procedure to making the potion. I’m certain you’ll be able to do it on your own. If not, Severus will guide you through it. Unfortunately, it takes a fortnight for the potion to brew. For now, we leave things as it is.
I’ll see you at 6.
He left it unsigned, but there was no doubt the elegant script and one of a kind parchment belonged to my father. I arched an eyebrow. We leave things as it is? That just won’t do. I didn’t really care for being bipolar and needless to say, I was feeling sick to my stomach as I headed back towards the Great Hall for lunch without finishing my Charms research.
It was time for another episode.
I scanned the hall in search of the Weasley girl. She hadn’t arrived yet. With a sigh of relief, I headed towards the Slytherin table and grabbed an apple and a turkey leg and quickly left, ignoring the curious looks my friends were giving me.
Once safely outside, I gulped as I saw girl Weasley walk towards the Great Hall with the dreamy kid people called Loony and the Gryffindor Trio. I averted my eyes and brushed past them and headed towards the Owlery to give Rosalie her treat. It was hard to ignore the gaping mouth Boy Weasel was giving me but I let it go nonetheless. If I stopped to hit him, I just may very well end up crying again.
I ran towards Snape’s dungeon, swearing fluently at myself for being late. I was still speculating the thought of marriage with Ginny Weasley (I shudder at the name) and was mourning with Rosalie. I couldn’t help it – it seemed inevitable that I would end up with her. And Malfoys weren’t exactly known for their optimism.
I quietly walked in the dungeon and took my usual seat next to Zabini. Snape gave me a dangerous glare but didn’t say a word and continued on with his lecture. Naturally, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs looked at Snape in disbelief whilst the Gryffindors looked at me with death wishes clearly plastered all over their faces. I simply smiled (knowing it would irritate them even more) and pulled out my textbook, parchment, ink and quill and set them neatly on my desk.
“Where did you go?” Zabini asked me in a low voice but not so much a whisper that I knew Snape heard us.
“The Owlery,” I answered and uncapped my ink bottle. It cost me ten galleons but it was worth it. It was green ink and charmed so that every dot of an ‘I’ I write would become the Slytherin logo. Yes, I was impressed as well.
“And?” he asked, wanting to know more.
“And I overstayed, apparently,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “Hey, have you seen this ink yet? Look,” I said and wrote down ‘Slytherin’ on a piece of parchment. Instantly, the Slytherin logo appeared atop the letter I.
“Brilliant,” he breathed out, his eyes widening. “Where’d you get that?” he demanded.
“Cyprus,” I said smugly. “Ten galleons a bottle and I bought about five.”
“I want one,” he said greedily. “I’ll buy one from you – twenty galleons.”
“Uh-uh,” I tutted. “I bought them especially for my use only…”
Zabini glared at me with dislike.
“But… I’ll give you one for free –“
“What’s the catch Malfoy?” he asked, knowing I needed something from him,
“I need your help. I’m brewing this potion you see, and it’s far complicated for me alone to do it. I’d ask Snape, but you know how obtrusive he can be.”
He thought this over for a while and then nodded in agreement. “As long as it won’t kill me, why not?”
I chuckled at his question. Kill him indeed. “Not at all Zabini,” I said with a smile. “I’ll tell you the details after dinner.”
I dipped my quill into my ink bottle again and then, with the help of my stupid robes, the bottle toppled over, spilling a mass of green ink all over the desk.
I sighed and heard Zabini try to suppress his laughter. I glared at him and picked up the ink bottle, now almost empty. I Evanesco’d the ink that was splattered on the desk feeling miserable, ignored him, and tried concentrating on the lesson.
Unfortunately, there was no lesson to speak of at that time as it was interrupted by Snape giving Granger another lecture on her helping her friends cheat off her. Stupid Mudblood, I thought to myself. It was so idiotic of her to spoon-feed her friends and not let them learn anything for themselves at all. It was almost selfish to a certain degree (which I couldn’t help but commend, Mudblood or not, it was somewhat cunning). If I were born underprivileged like certain red-heads I know, I would’ve clapped, whistled and called out ‘Well done, Professor!’ and magicked balloons and streamers to hang on the walls.
Fortunately, underprivileged I was not. So I just sat there silently. I would’ve smiled, if not for the fact that I just threw away a good ten galleons worth of ink and was feeling a little dismal myself.
An hour later, Snape dismissed us and we all queued at the exit. Suddenly, a warm feeling spread over me – the exact same feeling I had in the Hogwarts Express and I was smiling stupidly. There was a ray of sunshine yet again and my tongue desperately wanted to spurt out glorious lines of poetry.
Looking round, I saw Loony and the Weaslette standing outside by the doors and talking animatedly with Potter, Weasley and Granger.
Oh quel dommage!
As clever as Snape may be, he always had been and always will be a pain in the you-know-where. And for the record, I was not letting Ron copy off me, how dare he insinuate that. Was it my fault my parchment fell off the table and Ron helped me pick them up?
So the short and short of it is, Potions was its usual abysmal self and was I ever so glad to get out of the dungeons. Potions was our last class for the day and as Ron, Harry and I stepped out of Snape’s room, we were greeted by Luna and Ginny. I was feeling loads happier.
Oh, and bollocks to that little ferret who had a stupid smile plastered on his face. He must be beside himself with glee upon witnessing me being verbally abused yet again by Snape. And, of course, leave it to the Potions Master to totally ignore Malfoy’s tardiness. If it were any of the Gryffindors who stepped into the dungeons a mere fraction of a second after the hour, we would have been tortured mercilessly.
But I pushed that out of my mind as I smiled brightly at Ginny as we fell into happy chatter about the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend that was coming up.
“Fred and George just opened a branch in Hogsmeade,” Ginny said brandishing a piece of parchment from within her robe. “They sent me post saying that the joke shop would be up and running by the time we get to visit Hogsmeade this weekend.”
“You’re kidding,” Ron exclaimed, grabbing the parchment from Ginny’s outstretched hand that was waving about. “Why didn’t they tell me?”
Ron quickly scanned through the letter.
“Well, they must like me better,” Ginny said with a giggle.
Harry smiled. “That would kill Filch,” he said as he took Ginny’s hand into his own. “He hated Fred and George.”
“Still does,” Ron said handing Ginny back the post. “He has anything and everything coming from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes banned in school. But that doesn’t keep the twins from being more inventive with their packaging.”
I had to smile at that. The Weasley twins, though not much when it came to academics, were far beyond creativity and ingenuity. And despite leaving school midway through their seventh year, I had to admit, their little joke shop did contain some extraordinary magic.
We then headed for the Entrance Hall, not letting the good clear day be wasted by spending it indoors.
“Harry,” Ron said as we left the misty castle and headed towards the Great Lake. “Summon your broom; let’s practice some new moves I learned over the summer.”
As the boys and Ginny continued to talk Quidditch, Luna and I found ourselves a comfortable spot underneath a tree by the lake’s shoreline.
Soon after, Harry was speeding by on his Firebolt that he, Ginny and Ron were taking turns using to practice some dangerous looking moves. Luna was throwing a couple of pebbles into the Great Lake, tempting the Giant Squid to show itself. And she did succeed, thrice, the monster splashing water towards the shore in its annoyance.
I leaned my head against the tree trunk, closed my eyes and sighed. I hoped the entire year stayed this way. I wished the war didn’t have to happen. And truth be told, I wished I didn’t have to leave school.
But for that day, I smiled and relished in the peaceful moments we shared.
Opening my eyes and looking up at the castle behind me, I knew it. It was going to be one hell of a term.
Just when I thought I had finally gotten Malfoy off my mind, dinner that night just had to prove me wrong. And it was not because, as Ron just loved to put it, I had a crush on the stupid Slytherin.
As soon as I took my place between Ginny and Seamus by the Gryffindor table, I glanced up to see a particular blonde missing from the table to the far side of the room. And it wasn’t healthy to be thinking about him. Not to mention so unlike me. So I had no idea why I was suddenly curious as to where he was that evening. It was none of my business and I had to keep it that way.
I tried to pretend to be interested in what the others were talking about, but to no avail, because unfortunately, I knew squat about Quidditch. The only thing I had to say was “As long as we win the match against Slytherin, and get the Quidditch Cup, that’s all that matters to me.”
“But that can’t happen if we lose to the other two houses,” Seamus said as he waved his fork in the air, trying to emphasize his point. “That’s why, Harry, as I was saying, we have to still win against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff because is just wouldn’t look good.”
“And you know they’ve, once again, scheduled the Slytherin – Gryffindor game for last. You know how they just love the entire rivalry,” Ron explained, his mouth half-full. “The pitch is always packed during our games. No one really cares if Ravenclaw beats Hufflepuff or vice versa, they all know that the most important game is the one between us... and Slytherin.”
Again, I tuned out.
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