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Giving A Chance	By : Leania07 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 17354 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
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A/N: Habits are hard to break; I've probably over looked some past/present tense flip-flops. Unknown characters and situations are of my mind, to tie things together. Thanks for the reviews so far.
staar: That will be in a few chapters. I was debating if I would write it out or just give Snape's response to the letter; I think I'll write it out.
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Chapter 5: The First Hurdle
Albus Dumbledore considered himself to be well ‘in the know’, and as the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, was able to get a lot of information on things around him. He had Minister Fudge leaning on him for answers, was Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and had to give the final vote on important decisions, and was in charge of educating the next generations of witches and wizards. He also had Harry Potter right where he needed him so far, unfamiliar with his role in life except as the defeater of Voldemort.
He just concluded a meeting with the Minister about some new law that he was trying to get pushed through, that would allow more Muggle-born and half-bloods access to Lordships, ancient titles of families that died out to no Heirs. The Minister was a bit reluctant, given that those titles belonged to Pureblood lines, and was fearful from the backlash of said people. He wouldn’t get it passed today, so he bowed out with placating words of researching a way that wouldn’t look poorly on Fudge. Little did he know the two seats he normally would use to secure the votes in his favor had been claimed and since all Lords were given a copy of a proposed law, Harry would soon find out and make plans of his own.
Albus had just returned to his office and popped a Lemon Drop into his mouth when he noticed one of his devices changed. To anyone else that looked, it resembled a table top grand orrery; however it told Albus where some of his key pawns were. Currently Mars and Mercury were no longer on track around the Sun and were closer together. Venus and Earth were together as well, and Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune were all in close proximity. The only good thing he could tell was Pluto was still far away from all. He contemplated these new paths for a moment before deciding the orrery, being so small, was showing some in close proximity when they could be on different floors. He decided to check in with Minerva and see why Harry and Severus were away from Hogwarts.
Tossing a pinch of Floo powder in the fireplace, he called out “Minerva McGonagall’s office.”
Minerva heard the chime of her Floo and went to see who was calling; her suspicions were confirmed seeing Albus’ face in the fire.
“Albus are you back already? Did you get everything you needed done, or will you be leaving again?” It wasn’t unusual for him to check in only to leave again.
“No unfortunately I didn’t, but that will have to wait for another day. I was wondering if you knew why Harry and Severus were off Hogwarts grounds.”
“Oh yes, Harry wanted to make a quick trip to Diagon Alley. As you were gone and I could not leave, I had him leave with another Professor; since Severus mentioned he was going to be restocking his supplies, I thought it best if Mr. Potter go with him. I do hope they get along well enough for that.” She wondered how Albus knew they were gone, even checking to see if Severus was in, how did he know Harry was gone as well?
“I see, wise choice Minerva; any idea when they will return?” Albus’ blue eyes twinkled at the state Severus would be in returning; he did so enjoy pushing those two together just to rile up the Slytherin.
“I imagine it wouldn’t be too long, if Severus had his way. Do I need to send either to see you when they return, Albus?” Minerva didn’t like that twinkle, it reminded her too much of the glint of mischief or the glee at other’s misfortune.
“No, my dear, that is all.” Without waiting for a reply, Albus disconnected the call. He set up the two cups, one for each male, having every intention of calling them up one at a time later. He laced each cup with a thin layer of compulsion potion; he would reinforce their dislike for each other. He then went to his bookcase to look up how to shift a bloodline to someone, and began to plan.
He never noticed cold green eyes watching from a forgotten picture frame, the silencing spell kept the portrait from hearing, but it didn’t prevent him from seeing.
Hermione and Ginny spoke in the early morning hours, and Ginny agreed to accompany her to the library, but would wait at their normal table. Hermione had set up a few books on Arithmancy and Ancient Runes and waited for Daphne Greengrass to come. It wasn’t long until the aforementioned young woman walked through the ward and nodded to Hermione.
“Thank you for meeting with me, Miss Granger.”
“You’re welcome, but please call me Hermione.”
Daphne nodded, “You may call me Daphne. Draco was unable to give us much information, as I’m sure was the point of the oath, but I did have a few questions, if I may?”
“Oh, of course; please ask any questions you need and I will do my best to answer. Understand that some things I will be unable to answer as I will need, well for lack of better term, permission to disclose certain information.” The two sat across from each other.
“Of course. One of my main concerns is if we will be forced to fight in this war or will we be allowed to keep out of it all?” Daphne studied the woman across from her; Hermione had a lovely figure and with the right clothes and taught how to tame her hair, would make quite the vision of a female fighter. For she had no doubt Hermione would fight in this war; the young woman had too much spirit to just sit back.
“No you won’t be forced to fight; you may be asked to help in some fashion, even if it is in a capacity of potions supplier or if you have knowledge of Healing. We know many do not want to fight whether because of family, unable to handle the type of fighting we will expect, or just do not want to, and unlike some, know that everyone deserves to have that choice. The oath insures no matter the decision, our information cannot be taken.”
“Would we be forced to make our choice known to others?” Daphne knew Slytherin House was full of people who could read between the lines and had connections; sometimes they tried to force one another to declare a side in this war.
“Not by any of us; I cannot speak for what your Housemates or other Houses may force from you. As we all know, Slytherins are very cunning so I imagine if you didn’t want anyone to know what side you are on, they wouldn’t know.”
Daphne smiled, Hermione was smart and didn’t fall prey to the wording. If she had said no one could force her, she would have been very disappointed.
“If one decided not to take this oath, how would you insure they didn’t give out any information?”
“That person would be bound by a lesser oath that works in a similar way as the other, but does not include staying loyal.”
Daphne raises an eyebrow, “So this IS a Loyalty Oath? I suspected as much, but how did you get past the Marking requirement?”
“That I cannot say until you have taken the oath, but be assured no one has, or will be, marked by us right now.”
“Right now?” Daphne noticed the small frown; Hermione must be searching for a way to reassure her without giving too much information.
“I cannot say it will never happen, as things change, so for now I believe it is best to leave it as ‘not right now’.” Hermione wondered if the others would be asking the same questions; perhaps they should schedule a meeting of all who have taken the oath and let them ask questions freely.
“I see, very well Hermione, I agree to take the oath.” Daphne repeated the words given to her and allows the magic to settle; indeed it was a Loyalty Oath but she did not feel any marking on her skin or magic.
“Now, Hermione, I’d like to discuss a few things with you and I’d like us to do so without the prejudice of Houses or previous assumptions.”
Hermione nodded slowly, not certain where Daphne was going with this.
“You are a very intelligent woman, book-smart, and I know you could gather information of all types as long as it was written down. I also have noticed the looks you give Draco.” She smiled and raised a hand as Hermione opened her mouth, “I think you would be good for him and would like to help. So would my sister and Pansy, for that matter; we would like to help you with fashion and how to style your hair to flatter you. We will also help you learn the Pureblood customs and what is expected of a Lady; it would not hurt to be prepared if all goes well.”
Hermione blushed a bright red, “I…well, thank you; I admit I would like the chance, but wouldn’t that be difficult on Draco? I am a Muggle-born after all…Daphne, there is something I’ve been wondering about for a while and you might be able to help me. This whole blood purity feud is because of Purebloods believing Muggle-born and Half-bloods are ‘impure’, mixing with Muggles.” Daphne nodded, wondering where she was going with it.
“I just have a hard time believing a Muggle can just ‘have’ magic; even less that they could ‘steal’ magic. We have a core, inside, that allows us to use magic. Squibs also have a core, but cannot access it; wouldn’t it be more likely that a ‘Muggle-born’ is just the product of a line of Squibs that has a connection to their core?” Hermione chewed on her bottom lip in thought; Neville was unable to answer her questions because he wasn’t familiar with how a witch or wizard connects to their core. Neither could Ron, but he suggested asking someone from a Pureblood line that had an interest in Med-wizardry. She knew that Daphne had an interest in Med-wizardry and, now that she took the oath, decided to see if she could get her answers.
Daphne thinks this over a moment; part of her mind wanted to deny it, years of upbringing was the cause she knew, another part acknowledged it could be possible. Squibs were usually disowned from Pureblood lines, the families not wanting to acknowledge having a non-magical offspring, and sent away.
“I’m sure you are aware many Pureblood families would deny it; however since Squibs are disowned we cannot know what happens to them after they leave. I would suggest you take a Heritage Test if you want to know if there is a witch or wizard in your family history. It’s a potion that uses seven drops of your blood; after soaking parchment in it your full family line will be revealed with the names in a color coded system. Professor Snape would be able to brew it, however the ingredients are costly and I doubt he’d have them on hand. The Ministry, St. Mungo’s, and Gringotts all offer the potion as well, however each has their own fee and some I wouldn’t trust.”
Hermione nods, “Thank you, I’ll have to think that over but I know I won’t be going to the Ministry for it. As for what you offered, I’d like to accept it. If I’m given the chance to be with Draco, I don’t want him to someday regret it. Oh, would you mind terribly if Ginny joined us; she has already taken the oath and came along to study.”
“That is fine, Miss Weasley could use a refresher course on the responsibilities of being a Lady. She may find herself in that position someday; she has a family line strong in male Heirs and many families want assurances of having a male.” Daphne waited as Hermione collects Ginny and, after introductions, the three females begin conversing, teaching, and learning.
Ron and Draco had decided to talk, to put past grudges behind them, and Ron had Neville there to referee. Though Neville has begun to show some backbone of his own, Ron was hoping they could get through the talks without getting into their normal fights.
“Weas…Ron, Neville, good day to you.” Draco swallowed down his normal retorts and behaviors. He was getting Harry’s help and wanted to get closer to Hermione, ultimately that meant he had to get past this animosity towards her other friend, so Draco was determined to do it.
The two boys nod and they sat. There is silence for a while, each uncertain where to start as normally they would be tossing insults and such. Neville finally decides to get things started.
“Perhaps we should discuss the hippogriff in the room; the reason behind your families animosity.” Neville knows this can go two ways; clearing the air or making things worse.
The two look at each other, wondering what the other has to say. Finally Ron speaks up.
“I’ve not much to share on that, as my Dad only ever says it was the Malfoy family that caused our ancestor, Brian Weasley, to be forced into marriage by potion. She later killed herself so she wouldn’t have to answer for it, and Brian remarried. No details other than that were given, so I don’t know the whole story.”
Draco fought down his normal anger and took a moment before responding; Neville can tell he has more details and hopes Ron will behave.
“The story as I know it, is that Cerana Weasley nee Malfoy and her husband, Brian Weasley, had a quiet marriage after many years of formal Courting. A few years later, Cerana found Brian in bed with another woman; subsequently he accused Cerana of feeding him a potion and forcing him to marry her. He smeared the Malfoy name, and said vile things of Cerana. She had gotten pregnant once, during their first year of marriage, but after a few months became deathly ill and lost the child. She believed that was the reason Brian stopped having marital relations with her, and led him to have a mistress. Deep in depression, Cerana drank a poison one night when Brian went off to be with his mistress, and was found dead the next day. She had left a diary for her little brother as to why she did what she did, as her father despised the marriage and had refused to speak with her again.”
Neville looks between the two, Draco’s tense jaw and rigid posture and Ron’s confused look. He clears his throat.
“While no one can say who is right or wrong based on rumors passed down, I’m sure we can look in the Archives to see how much of each story is accurate. A formal Courting has to be documented with the names of the pair, the chaperones, parents, and the date started and ended. It also will include if the Courting ended with marriage or not. If it ended as marriage, then we’ll know it was not forced; no matter how quiet the only way a marriage would be documented as forced and allowed is if the female was with child. They would’ve had to have a legal Officiator, and they check to make sure neither party is under the influence of potions or spells; no matter how quiet the ceremony if there was to be any claim there had to be an Officiator. Do either of you know how far back this occurred? We may even be able to check the Prophet archives as there would’ve been an announcement, even after the fact.”
“I think it was around 1789, so we should check between the years 1770-1830.” Draco had to admit Neville was making a lot of sense on how to verify the allegations; plus Ron wasn’t even disputing anything, so far.
“Neville perhaps you should write to your Gran about checking the Ministry Archives; I don’t think my Dad would be willing and Percy still won’t speak to any of us. I don’t know anyone who could get the information, and your Gran has a way of getting what she wants.” Ron wanted to dismiss Draco’s account, how could his ancestor be so cruel? However he had more information than Ron did, and finding out if everything was documented was a first step. If there was no formal Courting, then most of Draco’s story is false; if there was no legal marriage then there could be the possibility of a potion being used. However Ron had to think about what he would face if Draco’s account was true. If there was a formal Courting with documented names, and a marriage after, legalized, then Ron would have to admit his ancestor was in the wrong. That would bring shame to his family, unless they removed themselves from that ancestor.
Neville, it seemed, read his mind. “If we find out Draco’s story is true, then what?”
Ron winced, “Well it would be a shame to my family name; we would have to disown that ancestor for his actions if we wanted to keep our name in good standing. I’ll check the family tree to see where Brian Weasley is and which branch of the family he’s connected to. Regardless, I do hope we can put this behind us. If it is true, I want you to know right now I’ll be willing to renounce that family member; the thought of someone of my family treating a spouse like that sickens me.” There was one thing that Ron learned from his parents and that family was important, no matter what; however cheating on a spouse was a line Ron refused to support, family or not.
Draco actually felt a weight lifted off his shoulders; Ron wasn’t going to put up a fight about finding the truth, and he was willing to do what was right if the claims were true.
“Draco I have to ask, what if we find that the marriage was not officiated, or that there was a potion used to force it.”
Draco nodded, it was a fair question; so far they covered what Ron would do if his family’s story was false. Draco sat and thought about what would need to be done.
“Well the animosity we all agreed needs to stop; if Ron’s family was not at fault then I have no basis for such anger. I would have to notate on my family tree of Cerana’s false claims and…we would have to issue a formal apology from the Malfoy family to the Weasley family for our family’s disgrace.”
“You would do that; not just bury it or try to hide the truth?” Ron didn’t sneer or demand, he managed to ask the question politely.
Draco understood where the question came from; past actions of his own and his father’s showed their propensity for hiding things that showed them in a bad light. “I would, though don’t ask me to do that soon. Father would fight it, and who knows what lengths he may go to. I also won’t ask you to take action so soon, as I wouldn’t be able to if the roles were reversed.”
Ron nodded, “I’m glad that went well; I’m sure if we tried this last year spells would’ve been flying along with insults of all sorts.”
Draco smirked, “True, though I must admit you’re very brave to have brought that topic up, Neville.”
Neville shrugged, “Well that is the bones of your animosity; I just figured if we could get that sorted out, the two of you wouldn’t have a reason to keep bickering. Besides just wanting to annoy each other.”
Soon Draco and Neville leave as it was getting closer for the time Ron was to meet with Pansy. Draco, however, couldn’t resist some parting words.
“Pansy’s like a sister to me, Ron; I’d hate to have to defend her from you.” Draco snickered as Ron’s face turned as red as his hair. ‘Seems like Ron likes Pansy; how interesting.’
Neville saw Ron’s reaction and just shook his head, smiling. Pansy was a strong willed female and if anyone could keep Ron in line, it would be her. The two part ways, Neville going off to write his Gran, Draco going to inquire about some Prophet articles from his Mother; she would be the easiest to ask.
Ron sat in the Room trying to settle his nerves; for all his flirtatious behavior with the other girls, Pansy wouldn’t fall for any of it and may even be insulted. She wasn’t just a girl, she was a young woman, a Lady, and very intelligent. She had a different intelligence than Hermione; hers was more situational intelligence. Quick wit, able to see what’s going on around her (a requirement for being Slytherin, he’s sure), and an alluring mix of strength and vulnerability. He saw how much she changed over the summer and the looks of disgust she gave to those who eyed her like candy; he even witnessed the set up and quick put down of one male who made a wrong move.
Flashback: Second week**
Ron had been wandering the halls alone, Hermione was in the library and Harry was in the dorm resting from a vision the night before. He was thinking of chasing Susan Bones from Hufflepuff for a bit, she was shy and cute, when he came across Parkinson and Anderson from Ravenclaw. He snuck in an alcove and used one of the Extendable ears to listen in, peeking around the corner to watch what was going on.
“You want me to go on a date with you…to the Three Broomsticks?” Pansy had a simpering look on her face and pitched her voice to be shy and sweet.
Nathan Anderson was a decent looking guy, but he was one of the louder voices that had called her ‘pug-faced’ and Pansy never forgot it.
Anderson nodded, “Then maybe we’ll head off to this quiet spot near the lake.” He was sure she would accept; while Parkinson’s new look was pleasing to the eye, he doubted she was expecting much attention and would leap at the chance. It would be an easy lay.
“Oh,” she batted her eyelashes and Ron, hidden down the hall had a sense the show was going to get interesting; he’s seen Ginny do a similar thing before striking out. “You’d be willing to take me there?” Pansy spoke with the expected breathless anticipation, smirking at the unsuspecting Ravenclaw’s moment of ‘triumph’.
“Of course; I’ll show you all sorts of delights.” Anderson was so certain of his plan, he never saw the glint in those chocolate brown eyes. Ron shook his head at the fool’s mistake.
“Oh well in that case,” she leaned in close, like she would offer a kiss, but her eyes took on a cold glint and Anderson took a step back, unsure. “I would have to decline your offer. As I seem to recall you said not too long ago that you’d ‘never touch that pug-faced bitch’ as you…oh how did you put it? Oh yes, you ‘feared the dog look would be contagious,’ and ‘would ruin your strapping good looks.’ Well, Anderson, as you can see I’m not ‘pug-faced’, however I am still a bitch. As for your strapping good looks, well, I’ve seen horses that get better prizes.” She swished her wand and Anderson felt a tingle over his body; he wouldn’t know until later that he would not be experiencing the joys of being a man for a few weeks.
“If you ever come near me again, I may just decide you need to look the part of a dog; get out of my sight.” Uncertain of what just happened and what she could do, Anderson took off and left Pansy smirking. She walked off in a different direction and Ron knew she was a very interesting young woman who he wanted to get to know.
End Flashback**
While he was certain she did something, Ron never found out exactly what it was, only that a few days later Anderson was in the Hospital Wing and the girls were snickering about performance issues. Ron had a few guesses and thought it suited how Anderson behaved. The bastard had tried his moves on Ginny, who had used her famous Bat-Bogey hex, but he had said a few threats too. However, Ron didn’t want to give Pansy a bad opinion of him, at least any worse than she may already have, and ceased ‘chasing skirts’.
He looked around and changed the Room again; it was a bit too cozy, border line intimate, so he focused on something comfortable and business like. He was pleased when the Room gave him two comfortable chairs in a silver and crème color opposite each other, a table that had a tea tray on top, with the normal castle walls and a window depicting a sunny sky and open field. He figured it was safest to keep out individual House colors, and was pleased that the tapestries depicted nature scenes.
The door opened and Pansy walked in, eyeing the Room curiously. She was surprised at the lack of red and gold, the chairs looked sophisticated, and the atmosphere could even be considered cozy. She wasn’t sure what to expect from the normally brash Gryffindor, but could admit this was a pleasing surprise.
“Please have a seat, Miss Parkinson.” Hermione had harped on him to address her as ‘Miss Parkinson’ instead of just her surname; that it would set the way the meeting would go.
“Thank you, Mr. Weasley.” Pansy was surprised; he did know how to act the proper Pureblood regardless of their status.
“Please call me Ron, or even Ronald; my dad is ‘Mr. Weasley.’” He felt a bit relaxed as she smiled and nodded, taking the seat across from her.
“Very well, Ronald, you may call me Pansy. Can you explain to me more about this oath?”
Ron nodded and explained the best he could about the oath, reassuring her it wouldn’t mark her and while it was similar to a Loyalty Oath in most aspects, it wouldn’t force them to do something not outside their nature. She agreed to the oath, feeling it wasn’t as bad as it could be.
“Pansy can I ask why you decided to stand with us? I mean, other than Draco had already taken the oath and you’re very close to him.”
She eyed him a moment, then shrugged. “He is like a brother, though we act like lovers that’s all it is, an act. I don’t know if you’re aware how far in the circle my parents are, but they are in deep. They are trying to arrange a marriage contract between myself and Gregory Goyle, saying that Vincent does not have the intelligence to be a proper suitor.”
Ron snorted, “Yet Goyle does? Sorry, please continue.”
Pansy had shot him a look, though she did agree. “Who knows, maybe there’s a cell or two more than Vincent; I however loath the idea of being bound to either, especially as they seem so willing to take their fathers’ positions. I’d much rather leave Britain all together than be stuck in that group, yet unless I find a better match or someone to protect me from that, I’m stuck. Potter has power and can provide that protection, which I may need should it be known who I sided with. I may very well be disowned, however I don’t think it would be so bad as long as I am away from all that.”
Ron’s face went a bit red and his knuckles white and Pansy blinked. “Well we won’t tell anyone your decisions unless they have taken the oath, and the oath won’t let anyone betray our secrets. However if you do happen to become disowned, drastic as that may be, Harry, Hermione, and I would have no problem offering you, or anyone in our group, a safe place. He’s offering Draco’s mum a safe place to stay, so I know there is somewhere. We just haven’t discussed it much, yet.” He didn’t like that Pansy had to even think that she would be disowned, however he would still pursue her regardless. He felt his face heat up at that admission to himself, but knew it was correct.
She smiles and decides to see how this ‘change of heart’ extended. “So you wouldn’t mind working alongside a ‘dog-face’ like me?”
Ron looked down sheepish, yet refused to deny the words; he knew he had said them in her hearing before and to deny it would just be stupid.
“I apologize for my past behavior, Pansy. I admit I was a stupid, hot-headed child and those words I said were meant to hurt. I’d like to think I’ve matured just a bit, perhaps you’d be willing to let me prove that?” He wouldn’t ask her to just forget it, as it would just insult her he knew.
She knew Gryffindors braved dangers, but she never thought one would be willing to face their past actions, admitting to it, and be willing to face the consequences. Even willing to prove they changed and not just use the excuse ‘I was a kid, what do you expect’ as most have done so far.
“I’ll give you a chance to prove your new maturity is sincere and not just a phase; however it will be just one chance. Don’t expect not to be punished for your words, however.” She smiles, on the inside, that he wasn’t trying to get out of it.
“I only ask it not be something that will prevent me from doing my school-work.” He rubs the back of his head, “I have a lot to make up for past slacking off.”
Pansy smirks, and though it causes a fluttering in Ron’s stomach, as chill also goes down his spine. “Oh then I know the perfect thing to start with.” She mutters something and Ron feels magic settle around him. It doesn’t weigh him down, nor is it visible, yet the smirk on Pansy’s face turns into a soft smile.
“Don’t worry, it won’t interfere with your studying or doing school-work; nor will it interfere with Quidditch. However I am glad to see you’re willing to accept this punishment, as it wouldn’t have settled so easily otherwise.” Had he not really wanted to make amends, the spell would’ve flared a bright blue and prickled along his skin. She allowed herself just a small amount of hope that things would take a good turn for once.
Ron felt a bit enchanted by that soft smile, he’s never seen it before and it seemed to light up her face. He offered her a smile in return and he decided to spend some time just getting to know Pansy.
Off in an unused classroom a cloaked figure listened as a young man in Slytherin green speaks.
“Malfoy is once again hidden; the Greengrass sisters are separated and each was seen speaking to Gryffindors. Parkinson was last seen heading in the direction Longbottom came from, and I suspect Weasley was still there. Zabini was last seen outside working his charm on a pair of Puffs.”
“Do you know why Parkinson would even entertain the idea of speaking with Weasley, must less any Gryffindor?” The cloaked figure’s voice was unrecognizable and it pitch changed so the Slytherin couldn’t pinpoint if it was male or female.
“There is rumor that her father is going to wed her off to either Crabbe or Goyle; she may be working on a way to get out of it, playing on a Gryffindor’s sense of ‘defending one’s honor’. A fellow Snake may have too much hold over her had she gone to one of us, and she knows it.”
The figure waves a hand, gloved in dragonhide that was common in the school, and the Slytherin quietly left. Once the door was closed and the wards were back in place, the figure removed his cloak with its spelled hood that obscured his face and altered his voice and the common gloves that wouldn’t show wealth or be traceable. A square set jaw was rubbed in hands that held only minor callouses, deep brown eyes flick back and forth as he reviewed the information. He pulled parchment out of the bag that was under the fold of the cloak, jotted down the information, then looked it all over again. For a while now Malfoy has been acting unusual; quieter than usual and hasn’t picked fights with the Gryffindors, especially Potter. His group was also very close, surprising in its members; Parkinson was a given as those two grew up together. Zabini was a bit of a shock, usually the Italian kept just to the fringes of any group, interested in what was said more than anything. However it was the Greengrass sisters that made it even more shocking. Where Parkinson and Malfoy’s families were known Dark supporters, the Greengrass’ were neutral and refused to fight on any side. Zabini, while everyone believe he was neutral, was more of an opportunistic person; he would only stay in one place for as long as it suited his goals.

The list showed the patterns of the small group for the past few weeks, and only recently have they been seen speaking to Gryffindors. Perhaps there were some Slytherins willing to break out of the mold; perhaps they were just looking to save their skins. Whichever it was, it warranted keeping a closer eye on, and that was what he planned to do. Gathering up his belongings, the figure goes over to the bookcase on the far left wall and pushes on one of the knots; a soft click is heard and he opens the hidden door. Before leaving he removes the wards, making the classroom once again accessible to anyone; making his way down the tunnel, he wondered what more he could uncover.
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