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A/N: Hey everybody! It�s Chapter
Four! YAY! I have to say that, so far, this is story is even more fun to write
than Latent was! So much conflict! So many possibilities! And there�s not
NEARLY as much back-story to cover! Woo hoo! Alrighty then! Onward and enjoy
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Chapter Four

~IV~

�What?!� Harry exclaimed.

�They�re dying� they didn�t think
you�d mind if- if they had a couple of your- cho- chocolates�� Neville said,
�Madame Pomfrey said to find you��

Harry didn�t hear any more of what
was said. He was already half-way across the school grounds. He used the wind
to carry his feet as fast as possible, reaching inhuman speeds, and uncaring of
the possible consequences. Undoubtedly, this was the same poison used on Draco.
Ashwinder venom. �Which means I�m the
only one who can save them��

Finally, he reached the hospital
wing and he crashed through the doors, coming to a halt directly in front of
the mediwitch.

�Where are they?� he asked.

�Right over here,� Poppy said,
gesturing to the two occupied beds.

Seamus and Dean lie on top of the
sheets, covered in a thick sheet of sweat. Their breathing was labored and
their expressions were pained, despite being obviously unconscious. Judging by
the strength -or lack thereof- of their magical signatures, Harry figured that
Seamus was worse off. He�d likely eaten the first one and, not noticing the
slow acting poison, spent a good- fifteen minutes persuading Dean to try one.

He kneeled by Seamus� bed and
pulled his wings to him, simultaneously dropping the glamour that hid his
markings. He�d need all of his magic
to heal the both of them. The venom had spread much further than it had with
Draco and there were two of them. He may have been an exceptionally powerful
healer, but he was still a youngling and therefore lacked the discipline and
control of more experienced Healers.

He closed his eyes and placed his
hands over Seamus� heart, pushing threads of white fire from his magical core
into the Irish boy. He sought out every bit of venom residing in his
bloodstream and tissue, burning it with that fire while, at the same time,
repairing the damage done to his muscle and organ tissue and destroying any
traces of infection.

When he came back into himself, he
momentarily registered the fact that Poppy was dabbing at his forehead with a
cool, damp cloth. He turned to Dean, pushing away the imminent exhaustion and
focusing on the task at hand. Dean wasn�t quite as bad, as he hadn�t ingested
as much poison and it hadn�t had as much time to spread and attack his tissues.
The work went much quicker than it had with Seamus and when he withdrew from
Dean, he smiled up at the mediwitch.

�Thank you�� he said.

She returned the smile. �That was
amazing, Harry.� She performed a quick scan of the two boys. �They�re both
completely clean and resting comfortably. I don�t see why you even need me��

�I need to learn discipline and
control and� the basic�� he trailed off as he lost consciousness, his wings
automatically dispersing.

Poppy sighed, levitating Harry
onto a free bed and tucking him in. It was then that she noticed five pairs of
wide eyes watching her. Ron, Hermione, Draco, Ginny, and Neville were standing
in the doorway, looking absolutely awed by the scene that they�d just
witnessed. Well� except for Draco, whose eyes were wide for a completely
different reason. Neville Longbottom� the biggest screw-up in the entire school�
had just seen Harry�s true form.

�Can I help you children with
something?� Poppy said, looking at them disapprovingly.

�What is he?� Neville asked, �An angel�?�

�No, dear. Not an angel,� Poppy
said, �Wait here and ask Harry yourself. He should be awake shortly.�

Ron and Hermione exchanged a
worried glance as they followed Neville into the room. The five teens sat down
on either side of Harry until he woke. He sat up and rubbed a hand over his
face, groaning as his muscles and magic protested painfully at the overwhelming
fatigue. He looked from side to side and sighed.

�You saw, didn�t you?� he said.

Neville nodded.

�I�m a Caelestis. Long story
short� I�ve got a lot more power and some special abilities, one of which is
healing,� Harry explained, �Nev�
you can�t tell anybody about this,
alright? This is a secret and if it gets out it�ll be a world of trouble for me
as well as the Order. And- if Voldemort finds out, then I lose my advantage. Do
you understand?�

Neville nodded solemnly. �I
understand, Harry. Your secret�s safe with me. I�d swear a Wizard�s Oath if I
had any idea how.�

�Not a word, Hermione,� Ron said,
effectively cutting off his girlfriend. ��

Harry laughed. �Thank you,
Neville.�

�So�� Draco said, �Was it the same
stuff they got me with?�

He nodded.

�I figured it was worse than you
were letting on,� Draco stated, �What was it?�

�Ashwinder venom,� Harry said.

Draco, even, looked surprised.
�Wow. Lucky we�ve got you lingering
about, eh?�

�No kidding�� Neville said.

Harry stood up. �Are the chocolates
still in the dorm?�

�They should be,� Neville replied,
�Why?�

�I�m going to go check them out.
See if I can trace them back to whoever sent them,� Harry replied.

�You can do that?� Neville asked.

Harry smirked, a sadistic gleam in
his eyes. �Yeah� I can do that. And when I find out who�s done this, they�ll
regret their very existence.�

He stormed out of the hospital
wing and all the way up to Gryffindor
Tower, where he gave the password
as politely as he could. He made his way up to the dorm, finding the larger,
heart-shaped boy lying upturned on the floor. He picked it up gently, filtering
through Seamus and Dean�s scents quickly. He could smell two other scents, both
of which he knew: the overpowering fake floral perfume of Pansy Parkinson and
the sickening scent of burning sulfur that lingered around Theodore Nott. Not
only that, but their magical signatures were all over the box and the chocolates littering the floor,
showing the magic they�d used to infuse the venom into the chocolate and the
spells they�d used in an attempt to make it impossible to trace the item back
to them.

He scowled, gathering the
chocolates back into the box with a wave of his hand. No need for an innocent
mouse or somebody�s pet to come across them. Still holding the box, he left Gryffindor
Tower and hurried to the
Headmistress� office.

He had only to glare at the
gargoyle to make it spring to life, revealing the staircase, which he raced up.
Without knocking, he threw open the door and stepped into the room, meeting the
confused gazes of Minerva McGonagal, Remus Lupin, and Alastor Moody.

�Can I help you with something,
Mr. Potter?� McGonagal asked.

�There�ve been two attempted murders in the first two
days of school!� Harry exclaimed, walking forward and dropping the box on her
desk, �One on Draco yesterday, and on me today!
Both times, a particular poison was used.�

�What poison?� she asked.

�Ashwinder venom. Pretty difficult
to come by, isn�t it? Nothing that a student should be able to get. You�d have
to be pretty good with snakes to obtain something like that�� he snarled,
making sure they got his meaning, �No anti-venom, either. Fatally poisonous! It nearly killed Draco, and not it nearly offed
Seamus and Dean!�

McGonagal�s eyes were wide with
fear. �I was not aware of this.�

�Well, I was the only one who knew
about Draco. I managed to catch the venom before it�d had any time to spread to
his tissues,� Harry said, �But I almost didn�t make it in time to save Seamus
and Dean.�

�Is that all you are here for?�
McGonagal asked.

�No. I�m here to tell you that I
know who is behind it,� Harry stated.

�How could you possibly know a
thing like that?� Moody asked skeptically.

�Every person has their own unique
scent which reflects their personality and magical strength and inclination,�
Harry explained, �And it�s the same with magical signatures. No two are exactly
the same. I caught the scents and residual magical signatures on that box of
poisoned chocolates and realized that I know them both.�

�Who is it, Harry?� Remus asked.

�Wait� residual magical
signatures? What on earth are you talking about, boy?� Moody interrupted.

�When a person does magic- any
kind of magic, no matter how powerful� even potions- they leave a tiny smear of
their own magical signature behind. Kind of like a fingerprint. Most people
can�t detect them, but I, as a Caelestis, have that ability. The only other
people who can see magical signatures are Empaths and Seers,� Harry explained
patiently, �There are even some muggles who can see magical signatures and auras.�

Moody looked slightly impressed by
this knowledge and nodded for him to continue the original path of
conversation.

�Harry? The names?� Remus said.

�Pansy Parkinson and Theodore
Nott,� Harry said, �They�re obviously under orders from Voldemort to kill me
and Draco. After all, Voldemort is the only one who could have possibly gotten
the venom.�

�What do you want me to do about
it?� McGonagal asked.

�Expel them! Send them to Azkaban!
Do something!� Harry exclaimed.

�Mr. Potter, in order to do
anything about this, you would have to expose yourself as a Caelestis.
Otherwise the evidence can�t be used,� she said, �I�m truly sorry. I can alert the staff and the ghosts to
the activities and they will keep an eye out. But that�s the most I can do��

�What about Draco?! He has to
share a dorm with Nott!� Harry growled, a menacing wind whipping around him,
�You can�t possibly watch those two all of the time! I�m not worried about myself! My body can easily handle
anything they throw at me! And I can protect Draco just as well most of the
time� It�s the other students I�m worried about! My friends! Two of them about died today! I won�t allow that to happen
again!�

Wind was now tearing through the
office and the boy�s power crackled in the air like lightning.

�Harry� please� you have to calm
down,� Remus said gently.

�No! How can you tell me to be
calm?! Let me tell you something, Headmistress�
if you won�t do anything about this, I will.
And you�d just better hope that I don�t kill them!�

�Harry!�

The wind was suddenly gone and the
magic dissipated as Harry�s nose was assaulted by the scent of his Carus. He
turned and was greeted by the sight of Severus gazing at him sternly. His anger
left him in an instant and he was left feeling ashamed and frightened and
terribly tired.

Severus strode forward just in
time to catch the boy as his legs buckled beneath him. �Minerva. Lupin. Moody,�
he said in way of greeting.

�Severus,� Remus replied, nodding
at the man, �Why are you here?�

�I sensed that Harry was upset. He
must�ve subconsciously called me here,� Severus replied, holding the young
wizard close.

��M Sorry�� Harry murmured,
snuggling closer to the comforting warmth.

McGonagal smiled, sighing. �It�s
not his fault, really. His nerves were already wracked and his control was
probably hanging by a thread after using so much energy.�

�What are you talking about?�
Severus asked.

She explained what Harry had told
them and his grip on the boy tightened. How dare
they? He felt his magic thrum with rage and barely managed to restrain it. �No poison could kill Harry�� he told
himself, �His blood would instantly
neutralize it.�

�Minerva� are you sure there is
nothing more you can do?� Remus asked.

She nodded. �Not without
compromising Harry�s magical heritage. And I doubt he would allow me to do such
a thing.�

�You�re right. I wouldn�t,� Harry
said quietly, not removing himself from Severus� arms, �I�m sorry I got so out
of hand. Just do what you can, and I�ll do what I can.�

�Not going to kill them, are you?�
Moody said amusedly.

He chuckled. �No. But a little
fear would do them good.�

�What are you planning?� Severus
asked.

�Nothing much,� Harry replied,
lifting his head and smirking.

�Brat�� Severus said fondly.

�Can you stay for a while?� Harry
asked.

�You just saw me earlier today,�
Severus said, �And you�ll see me again on Friday evening.�

�But that�s three whole days from
now,� Harry whined.

�How were your classes?� Severus
asked, changing the subject. He sat down in one of the armchairs, Harry cradled
in his lap.

�They were good for the most part.
Remus is teaching Transfiguration, did you know?� he replied, �And Defense
Against the Dark Arts was� interesting. We�re going to be learning a lot of
useful things, but the new professor��

�What about him?� Remus asked,
taking a seat as well, along with Moody, �He seemed really nice to me.�

�I don�t like him,� Harry said,
burying his face in the crook of Severus� neck as he tried not to remember the
disturbing scent and atmosphere.

�Why don�t you like him? Come on�
there�s more to it than that,� Severus said.

�He�s not evil, or a Death Eater
or anything like that� he just- he smells bad. Like burnt gunpowder and� blood.
He reeks of blood. He�s sick, I
think. In the head, I mean,� Harry said, looking around at their shocked faces,
�And- he�s a liar. He said he took a year off from being an auror to �try his
hand at teaching�, but that�s a lie. I can tell when people are lying.�

�Is that all?� Severus asked.

�Hang on,� Moody said, �What�s
this fellow�s name?�

�Kyle Shanks,� McGonagal answered.

Moody�s expression darkened. �He�s
bad news, alright. A good auror and everything, but Harry�s right. He�s killed
more people than all the rest of us combined. Provokes them until they attack
and then kills them. That way he can say it was self-defense� I�ve worked with
him before. He takes a perverse pleasure in killing. Not to mention he was
Fudge�s perfect little lap dog.�

�I- I can�t believe this! My first
year as Headmistress and I�ve already failed in so many ways�� McGonagal said,
obviously shocked that she�d hired such a man.

�Oh, he won�t harm any of your
students,� Moody said, �He�s a nice enough guy off the job. But as soon as he�s
on a case, it�s like a switch goes off in his head and he�s a completely
different person.�

�I don�t think he is off the job. Earlier, he held Ron and
Hermione back after class and asked them a bunch of questions about my past and
my habits and what kind of person I am,� Harry said, �Do you think the Ministry
sent him to check up on me or something?�

�Scrimgeour is still backing you,�
Remus said, �We actually met with him yesterday at the Leaky Cauldron and he
personally guaranteed the Ministry�s full support.�

�Maybe he�s working under somebody
else�s orders,� Harry said, �Not Voldemort- but somebody��

�I can keep my ears and eyes open
for you,� Moody said, �Maybe I can find some information for you at work.�

�Thanks, Moody. Meanwhile, I�ll
just watch my back,� Harry said.

Severus looked at the clock and
sighed. �It�s time for me to go, little one.�

�No� damn it. Why can�t I just
stay with you? Why can�t you just stay here?�
Harry said, �Make your trial public like you did with Draco��

�The Dark Lord doesn�t see Draco
as much of a threat. Hence why he�s sent Nott and Parkinson after him,� Severus
replied, �But I�m a different case. I know all of his inner workings and many
of his hideouts, and I�m also much more powerful than Draco. If he knew where I
was- or even that I�m still alive and free- he would stop at nothing to see me
dead. And if I died, then Albus� death would have been for nothing. And you�d be all alone��

Harry pouted a bit, so Severus
kissed him, purposely ignoring the uncomfortable shifting of the three other
occupants of the room.

�You will survive, I promise,�
Severus said when they broke apart.

�I suppose�� Harry said, �Fine.
Get out of here, then. I don�t have the energy to argue with you.�

He stood from then man�s lap,
receiving one more kiss before Severus flooed back to Grimmauld
Place.

�You�d better get to dinner,
Harry,� Remus said, �Your friends are probably worried you�ve been abducted.�

He smiled. �Right. Thanks again,
Professor.�

She smiled back at him. �You�re
quite welcome Harry. I�m just sorry I can�t do more.�

He shook his head. �It�s fine. See
you later, Remus. Moody.�

When he stepped into the Great
Hall, every head turned to stare and followed him to his seat. He sighed,
filling his plate with steamed vegetables and a couple slices of bread.

�This is worse than my first
year�� he muttered.

�Well, everybody thinks you�re
evil or crazy, this year,� Neville said.

�Not to mention the little
incident in Care of Magical Creatures has gotten around,� Ron said, �Most
people think you sold your soul for power.�

He groaned in disgust, rolling his
eyes. �Bunch of idiots, aren�t they?�

�Yes, but they�ll come around,�
Hermione said, �When they realize that you�re the same Harry you were six years
ago, everything will go back to normal.�

�But he�s not the same,� Draco stated, �Six years of attempted murders and
watching the people he loved die� it�s changed him. And now there�s this whole�
new thing. He�s not that boy anymore.� He grinned a bit. �Sure he�s still as
na�ve as the day is long.�

�And he�s still a disgustingly
good person,� Ron supplied.

�And he still rushed head first into dangerous situations, even when
he�s got no chance,� Hermione added.

�Yet somehow always manages to save the day and
keep his life,� Neville said.

�Where was this headed again?�
Ginny asked.

Draco chuckled. �Alright, Potter�
I guess you pretty much are the same
boy you were six years ago. Just a lot more powerful and more savvy to the ways
of the world.�

Harry rolled his eyes. �I�m not
the same. Maybe my basic values and personality haven�t changed much, but� I�m
not the same as when I was eleven. I�m much more- grown up, now.�

Ron snickered. �Whatever you say,
mate��

�Would you like me to go into
detail about all the grown-up things that I know, Ron?� Harry smirked, wiggling
his eyebrows suggestively.

�No! No thanks� I�ll take your
word for it,� Ron said, looking a bit ill.

�Well, I�m finished eating,� Draco
said, turning to Harry, �Shall we go?�

Harry nodded vigorously. The day�s
event had taken their toll on him both physically and magically and the last
week in general had been hell, what with shopping for their books and supplies,
preparations for the new school year, and the attempted murder of Draco and
himself. He was absolutely exhausted. Honestly, he was surprised that he had
enough energy to make it out to the Quidditch pitch.

They found a secluded spot under
the stands where nobody could see them from the school or the grounds and Draco
pulled his collar away from his neck as a silent invitation. Harry smiled
gratefully and stepped to his Companion, who had to crouch to make his neck
more accessible, and sank his teeth gently into his flesh. He drank slowly,
careful not to take too much, but making sure to get enough. As he drank, he
felt his strength returning and when he pulled away, licking the puncture
wounds to heal them, he felt two presences to their left.

He growled, turning his head just
in time to see the edge of a robe disappear around a corner. �Parkinson and
Nott�� he whispered.

�It�s likely they�ll tell everyone
that you�re a vampire, not. Probably report to- Voldemort, too,� Draco said, as
they walked back to the castle.

�You don�t think they�ll figure
out what I really am?� Harry asked, scanning the area to make sure nobody was
around to overhear them.

�I highly doubt it. Remember what
Sev said? Your race is a carefully guarded secret, even within the Ministry,� Draco said, �And Voldemort most likely won�t
believe them, anyway. He�ll probably just think we were necking and they
misunderstood.�

Harry laughed as they walked
through the doors. �Maybe that�s what everybody
will think� hopefully��

�You know� I really can�t wait
until you start feeding from Sev,� Draco said.

�Why�s that?� Harry asked.

�Well- I don�t like the way I
react to it. I�m not gay and I don�t think of you as anything more than
a friend- or a brother, but�� Draco grinned ruefully, �My body reacts in a very
odd way, you get me?�

Harry blushed. �I�ll ask Brenna or
Sev if there�s a way to make it less sexual. Up until now, I�ve just been going
with my instincts.�

�That would be nice, thank you,�
Draco chuckled.

�So when are you going to ask Ginny
out on a date?� Harry asked abruptly.

Draco choked a bit, taken aback by
the audacious question. �Well� I�ve still got quite a bit of wooing to do,
don�t I?�

�I don�t know� I think she already
likes you,� Harry said, grinning.

�Yes, but I want to be sure. And I
want her to be sure,� Draco said,
�It�s got to be plain to her that I�m the only guy she wants and that she can�t
possibly live without me.�

Harry arched an eyebrow at him.
�You, sir, are an odd little ducky, do you know that?�

�I�m not odd and I�m certainly not
a ducky,� Draco said, �Is it so strange to want somebody to wholly, and
unconditionally love me, and only
me?�

Harry sighed wistfully, dropping
his eyes to the floor. �I suppose not. That�s what everybody wants, isn�t it?�

Draco quirked an eyebrow at him.
�He�s a fool if he doesn�t let himself fall in love with you.�

Harry smiled, albeit a bit sadly.
�Thanks.�

�Are you going to walk me to the
dungeons every night, then?� Draco joked.

�What?� he looked around,
realizing that they�d reached the staircase leading down into the dungeons,
�Oh� I guess I wasn�t paying attention.�

�Dolt�� Draco said, elbowing him
in the side, �I don�t need you to baby-sit me.�

�Perhaps you do��

Harry had already taken a
defensive stance, placing himself squarely between Draco and the approaching
person.

�Zabini,� Draco said.

�What do you want?� Harry growled.

�Hey, hey� no need to be so
hostile,� he said, holding his hands up in the universal sign of surrender,
�I�m not here to start a fight.�

Draco sighed. �Then what are you here for, Blaise?�

�I�m here to ask for protection
and sanctuary�� Blaise said solemnly, �My mother wants me to take the mark over
the Winter Holiday, but� I don�t want to live the same life as her and those- people. I want to make my own choices,
and I�m choosing to fight with you.�

Harry smiled warmly, welcomingly,
and held out his hand. �I�ll do everything in my power to help you.�

Blaise took it and felt a sudden
wave of magic. �What was that?�

�That was a spell to send a
message to The Order of the Phoenix
informing them of you official deflection,� Harry said.

�How can you be sure that we can
trust him?� Draco asked.

�Remember what I told you in
Defense? He wasn�t lying�� Harry replied.

Blaise grinned. �I�d also like to
offer you some information.�

�If it�s about Parkinson and Nott
and the Ashwinder venom, I already know,� Harry stated.

Blaise looked shocked for a moment
before he smirked. �I doubt I�ll get an answer, but I have to ask. How on earth
did you find that out?�

�You�re right. You won�t get an
answer,� he replied, �But I will tell
you this: there�s nothing to worry about. We can take care of ourselves and
anybody else who happens to get caught in the crossfire.�

�How can you possibly be so sure
of that?� Blaise asked, �How can you have so much confidence?! Do you even
understand? Ashwinder venom has no anti-venom!�

Harry smiled. �I know. Calm down,
Blaise. Draco ingested the venom and he�s fine, isn�t he? Obviously we have our
ways, so relax.�

Blaise sighed, running a hand
through his thick, black hair. �I suppose I just have to trust you��

�Huh. Dark hair, dark eyes� kinda reminds me of Severus�� Harry
thought, �Only tanner� shorter� higher
voice� smells like wind through the trees on a warm day in spring when all the
blossoms are blooming�On second thought, he�s nothing like Severus.�

�Well, I do have a bit more
information for you,� Blaise said, pulling him out of his thoughts, �Those two
aren�t the only ones on special orders from the Dark Lord. As we speak, efforts
are being made to free Lucius Malfoy. All of the strings are being pulled and
people are calling in favors that are owed� and if that doesn�t work, there�s
going to be a full scale breakout.�

�Why so much effort just for my
dad?� Draco asked.

�Who knows? Maybe to get at you,
maybe� maybe to flush Severus into the open,� Blaise said.

Draco hazarded a glance at Harry
to gauge his reaction to the statement, but luckily the boy had schooled his
features into a mixture of indifference and annoyance.

�A few of the younger Slytherins
may pose a problem for you two, as well,� Blaise continued, �They came to me
asking about some pretty Dark curses and potions. And word around the common
room is that Nott�s got spies in both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. He tried to get somebody in Hufflepuff, but� well,
loyal to the end, aren�t they?�

Harry�s eyes widened. �What? A spy
in Gryffindor? Who? Are you sure?�

�I don�t know who they are, except
that I think they�re a girl and their in one of the upper years,� Blaise said.

�Trust him, Harry. He knows
everything that goes on in Slytherin,� Draco said, �He always has. He�s got a
knack for getting people to talk and- well, he�s got a talent for
eavesdropping.�

Harry laughed. �Thanks for the
warning, Blaise. We�ll keep our eyes open. And I�ll talk to the Order about
your situation and get back to you as soon as I can.�

Blaise smiled gratefully, clapping
him on the back. �You�re really a stand up fellow, Potter- er� Harry. And you
can rest assured that I�ll look out for Draco in the Slytherin dorms.�

Harry nodded. �Then, I guess I can
go now. See you later, Draco. Thanks again, Blaise.�

�Come on, Dray,� Blaise said as
they walked down into the dungeons and stopped in front of the hidden entryway,
�Hey� you�re looking a little pale. Are you feeling okay?�

�I�ll be fine,� Draco said, giving
the password and heading straight for the dorm.

Blaise followed him, curious about
all the secrecy. When he saw the blonde lift a vial out of a small box in his
trunk, his eyes narrowed. He knew that color and consistency�

�A blood replenishing potion?� he
said, �Are you wounded or something?�

�So� what we say tonight wasn�t our imaginations�� Nott said,
stepping into the room, �Potter was
sucking your blood, wasn�t he?�

Blaise looked in horror at Draco
as he downed the potion and the color returned to his face. �Is this true,
Draco? You let Potter suck your blood?�

�So what if I did? What difference
does it make?� Draco said.

Nott�s eyes widened. �So he is-
a-a- a vampire? Is he- some kind of Daywalker?� He looked at him fearfully.
�Are you one of them, too?�

Draco laughed maniacally.
�Perhaps. Would you like to test me and find out?�

Nott ran from the room, presumably
to tell everybody what he thought he
knew.

�Is Harry really a vampire?�
Blaise asked.

�No,� Draco replied, smiling.

�But� he did suck your blood, didn�t he?� Blaise said.

Draco was silent for a moment
before he shook his head, giving him a lop-sided grin. �No more questions. I�m
afraid I don�t have any answers for you.�

Blaise sighed. �Somehow, I knew you
wouldn�t��

~IV~

End Chapter Four!!! This one just
kind of happened. I had a basic
outline, but that basically went out the window within the first few pages.
Lol. As it usually tends to do� I switched it up a bit in this chapter. The
last three were written in more Third Person Limited, focusing on Harry, but
this one was more Third Person Omniscient. Anywho� good, bad? What do you
think? The feedback on AFF for this story is rather good, so give yourself a
pat on the back. But TSS� I have to say, I�m disappointed. �Latent� was so
popular! I got so much feedback from you all� what�s the deal folks? Review!
They feed the plot bunnies! ��
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