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Chapter 7: Make a List
“They are
going to kill us,” Draco muttered as they walked down the streets. Harry
snorted.
“We don’t
even know how to die so they won’t kill us,” Harry reminded. “They’ll just
torture us painfully for a few hours.” Draco rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I can
guess Hermione’s torture,” muttered Draco. Harry shook his head, amused, before
they came to a stop in front of Knockturn Alley.
“Do you
think he will talk?” Harry asked and Draco grinned.
“We have
ways to loosen someone’s tongue,” he reminded. Harry chuckled as both of them
made their way down the stairs into the Knockturn Alley. It was obvious that
they knew their way around the street as they made their way over to the local
pub/inn where the low-life liked to keep a low profile or brag about their
latest victory.
Opening the
door, there was a tall balding man behind the bar and customers scattered about
at different tables. The man, behind the counter, paled upon seeing them before
bowing his head.
“My lords,”
he greeted, respectfully.
“Where is
he?” Draco asked. The man pointed off to the side, keeping his head bowed.
“You’ll be
paid after we’ve finished with him,” Harry told him as both men walked past
him. Draco reached the door where the barman had pointed and kicked it open.
Female screams came from inside the room as Harry and Draco made their way in.
There was a
slightly chubby man lying on the bed with a busty blonde-haired woman covering
herself with the bed-sheet. It was obvious to what was going on.
“Get out of
here,” Harry snarled at the girl, who scrambled out of the room as fast as she
could while the man sat up on the bed, annoyed with the interruption only to
pale when he spotted the intruders.
“Hello
Crabbe,” Draco greeted his ‘old friend’.
“Malfoy,”
Crabbe stuttered.
“Sorry to
interrupt your little moment with the local whore,” Harry apologised, not once
sounding apologetic as he moved closer to Crabbe. “But we needed to have a
little talk with you.”
“About
what?” asked Crabbe, trying to sound brave but failed. He remembered the time
that he had tried to have fun with Luna only to face retribution from the two
men.
“About
Voldemort and where he might be hiding,” Draco told him as he pulled Crabbe out
of the bed and slammed him onto the wooden chair; he was still naked.
“What makes
you think I know where our Lord is hiding?” Crabbe demanded and Harry grinned,
wolfishly before he grabbed Crabbe’s arm and snapped it, causing Crabbe to howl
with pain.
The
customers and the barman man, outside, winced at the screams. Some of the
customers actually left, unwilling to be the next victim of the two men that
were obviously having fun with the pain. The Barman just hummed to himself,
trying to block out the sounds as he did.
“He isn’t
our lord, you arrogant little prick,” Harry whispered harshly into Crabbe’s
ear. “Do not make that mistake again.” Crabbe whimpered as he tried to deal
with the pain. Dealing with Voldemort’s torture spell was easy because he could
always get a pain relief afterward but dealing with broken bones with people
who have not finished with you takes longer.
“I do not
know where he is!” Crabbe told him.
“Wrong
answer,” replied Draco as pain shot through Crabbe’s pinkie. Looking down, he
found that he was staring at an empty space and screamed.
“You have
plenty of digits for us to remove. I suggest you start cooperating and you will
retain them,” Harry warned him. “We will remove everything if we have to.”
“Please…”
Crabbe begged as he peed himself in fear. Harry and Draco grinned at each
other; it was always so easy to scare them.
“Just answer
our question, Crabbe, and you’ll be free to go,” Draco told him.
“I can’t,”
he moaned only to scream once more as two more fingers cut off.
“You can,”
warned Harry as he held a scalpel to Crabbe’s throat. “Do not piss us off. You
think Voldemort is scary when he is mad, you do not want to see us. Compared to
us, Voldemort is like a harmless garden snake.” Crabbe whimpered at the
comparison.
“He will
kill me,” Crabbe whimpered only to cry out as he lost his left hand. He only
had his right hand with his thumb and index finger.
“We will
torture you, push you to the brink of death, and bring you right back to start
the whole thing over again. Voldemort will just give you death,” Draco
whispered.
“No,” sobbed
Crabbe, the image was playing repeatedly inside of his head.
“Just give
us our answer,” Harry told him before snapping his other arm. Crabbe screamed
but refused to give the answer up.
“Fine, we’ll
have our fun,” Draco told him before he reached down and snapped Crabbe’s leg,
the thigh bone breaking the skin and peaking out, blood spraying everywhere.
Harry punched Crabbe, breaking a cheekbone.
Repeatedly
the beating went until they decided to go for the kill…his penis. Harry brought
up a large butcher knife and brought it toward Crabbe’s dick. Crabbe’s good
eye, the one that wasn’t swollen due to a punch, widened and he shook his head,
attracting Harry and Draco’s attention.
“You ready
to tell us?” Harry asked and Crabbe nodded.
“The Ministry!”
gasped Crabbe. “The Ministry is riddled with Death Eaters. Anyone there could
tell you where my lord hides.” Harry and Draco looked at each other.
“Think we
have our answer?” Draco asked and Harry nodded.
“I think we
do,” agreed Harry as he yanked Crabbe’s tongue and pulled it out before slicing
the scalpel through the air.
There was a
gurgled scream as the organ slid out of Crabbe’s mouth and landed on the ground
with a sickening wet thud.
“Don’t take
it personally,” Draco shoved Crabbe back onto the bed. “We can’t have you
telling anyone what you told us.” Both of them left the room, Harry closed the
door behind him before they moved over to the counter where the Barman was
still standing.
“Wait half
an hour before transporting him to the hospital,” Harry ordered as he pulled
out the sack that contained the money and dropped it on the counter. “You know
the rules – you never heard and seen anything.”
“Yes my
lord,” the barman nodded.
“What of my
other request?” Harry asked and the man shook his head.
“He hasn’t
been by but I have heard rumours of where he could be. My sources are hunting
these leads and will tell when they do find him. When they do, I will tell
you,” the barman told him.
“Good,
remember, I want him alive,” Harry reminded and left the bar with Draco. The
Barman sighed with relief before heading into the room only to gag when he saw
the sight.
“Who are you
looking for?” Draco asked. Harry just growled.
“An old
friend of mine, he did something he shouldn’t have and I want my revenge,”
Harry told him, refusing to saying anything else. Draco just left it alone,
knowing that he will find out when the time was right.
“Home?” he
asked and Harry nodded.
“Home,”
agreed Harry and both of them disappeared from sight.
***********
Hermione was
on the couch in the living room. She and Luna had spent most of the day
cleaning and redecorating the place to their taste. The living room reminded
her of the Gryffindor’s common room with the fire roaring in the fireplace.
Hermione was
currently reading a book she had found from the library, it held a lot of
information about dark magic and she was curious to how Voldemort been
resurrected. Harry had mentioned that it was a ritual and she had looked in
Hogwarts Library but could not find anything.
The library
in the cellar had plenty of books but this one had caught her eyes and proved
to be useful in her findings. She lifted her head when she heard the familiar
whooshing sounds and saw Harry and Draco arriving in the hallway.
“Hey, you’re
back,” she greeted, standing up and moving over to Harry. Harry slid his arms
around her waist, pulling her into his body before taking her lips into his.
Draco rolled his eyes.
“I’m gonna
go and find Luna.” He left them alone in the living room only to wince when he
heard the sound of a back slamming against the wall and a pleasurable moan
coming from Hermione. Shaking his head, he hurried up the stairs, taking two
steps at a time, before he reached the landing.
Upon
entering his room, he found Luna was half under the bed, her ass stuck up in
the air and he licked his lips.
“Not right
now,” Luna strained, knowing that Draco was behind her and his thoughts.
“What?”
Draco complained. He wanted to have sex with his girlfriend, he hadn’t seen her
nearly all day, and she was denying him.
“Give me a
minute, I have to get this then talk to Hermione about something, then you can
ravish me all night,” she finally came out from under the bed, pulling a book
with her. Draco arched an eyebrow.
“Is that the
book that Voldemort had been looking for in his teens?” Draco asked and Luna
nodded.
“Yes, I had
managed to find it when I was six years old but it had disappeared and somehow
ended up here. Crookshanks revealed the way to me,” she motioned toward
Hermione’s cat, which was sitting on the table, licking her paws.
“Hm, I think
you need to have a talk to Hermione about her pet,” Draco reached out and
scratched the back of Crookshanks’ ear. She purred under the pleasure, pushing
her head into his hand. Draco grinned as he swept Crookshanks into his arms and
headed out of the room with Luna.
Harry and
Hermione were making their way up the stairs and Hermione smiled when she saw
Crookshanks. She took Crookshanks out of Draco’s arms and hugged her cat.
“Where did
you disappear to?” Hermione asked.
“She was
showing me the way to the book that Voldemort had been looking for since his
teens,” Luna lifted the book to Hermione and watched as Hermione’s eyes widen
in disbelief.
“This is the
book that contains all of the spells and ritual a person could ever need,”
Hermione exclaimed, excitedly as Crookshanks jumped out of her arms and headed
down the stairs.
“What’s so
important about the book?” Harry asked as Hermione took the book into her
hands.
“It contains
all the information. It goes back as far as Merlin. All of his spells, the
founders’ spells are all in here. Everything you ever wish to know. It holds
rituals on how to stay looking young forever, time travelling…I don’t mean the
time turner; I mean actual time travelling. All the dimensions of our worlds,”
Hermione listed. Harry and Draco looked at each other, shocked.
“No wonder
Voldemort wanted this,” Harry muttered. “With this, he would have been invincible;
no one would have been able to touch him.”
“Why did it
disappear?” Draco asked.
“Because it
was rumoured that it would only reveal itself to the person who it deemed
itself worthy of the power that it contained,” Hermione and Luna recited
together, startling the boys. Hermione and Luna grinned at each other, amused.
“I know
people like to dismiss books but have you ever been drawn to a book, which you
have to have this book and you have to read?” Hermione asked. Draco and Harry
nodded, thinking back on it. “Well, this book is the opposite, it is drawn to the
person who they know are worthy of holding the powers. It must have recognised
our need and revealed itself.”
“This book
can help us with Voldemort?” Draco asked and Hermione nodded.
“And
countless of other things,” she told him. “We could reshape the Wizarding World
with this book, to either rule it or make it a fairer world.”
“Okay,”
Harry clapped his hands. “We have had a long day and I want a long night but
not of reading.”
“Harry…”
Hermione pouted but Harry was firm.
“No
Hermione, I know you and you will be up all night to read that book. You are
going to get some sleep. We know the book is safe and obviously has deemed one
of us worthy to read it so you can wait until the next morning,” Harry told
her. Hermione was about to protest but decided against it, Harry knew ways how
to distract her and she did not want that to happen during her reading.
“Fine,” she
muttered. Harry grinned.
“Great,”
Harry swept her up onto his shoulder, eliciting a squeal from Hermione.
“Harry!”
Hermione exclaimed.
“We’re
heading to bed, I want to act out more fantasies,” Harry informed her. Hermione
lifted her head to glare at Draco as he snickered.
“You
promised to answer all my questions!” Hermione shouted from over Harry’s
shoulder.
“Make a
list!” Draco shouted back as Luna dragged him into their bedroom and the door
slammed closed, leaving the couples to their nightly rituals.
********
Snape
arrived at the double doors of a large castle. The guard stood in the middle,
blocking anyone from entering the large room.
“I have news
for our Lord,” Snape told the guard. He nodded before stepping aside, allowing
Snape to step through into the room. Voldemort lifted his head when heard the
doors opened, his red eyes narrowing when he spotted Snape making his way into the
room.
“What news
do you have for me?” Voldemort asked from his throne. Snape stepped forward,
keeping his head bowed out of respect.
“Potter is a
half-vampire,” Snape said. Voldemort sat up straighter as hushed murmurs from
his death eaters started up.
“Quiet!”
Voldemort snapped. The hushed murmurs shut down into silence. Voldemort peered
closer at Snape. “What evidence do you have to support this?”
“That he has
chosen the Mudblood Granger as his mate. He bit her in their third year. He
left the Blood protection and left her his dog-tags,” Snape explained.
Voldemort rose up from his throne and moved over to Snape, circling him.
“A half
vampire?” he asked. “How did that happened?”
“Dumbledore
has sent the Order on a mission to find out when Potter was changed, so far, my
sources say he was bitten at the age of five,” Snape explained.
“My lord,” a
death eater stepped forward, “You could become a full vampire, and you would
even more powerful than you are right now.” He was cut shot when a green light
hit him in the middle of the chest. He fell backward on the ground, dead.
“Any other
ridiculous suggestions?” snarled Voldemort as he looked around at his group.
“Surely you all know by now that vampires have no magical core to speak off. By
becoming a full vampire, I would lose all my powers, the ability to walk in
sunlight and I would be easily killed.” He turned back to Snape. “Tell me…how
powerful is Potter?” Snape shook his head.
“I have no
idea, my lord. None of us have seen Potter,” Snape told him. Voldemort walked
away, thinking to himself.
“I want all
my Death Eaters on alert for Potter and his mudblood. If Potter is a
half-vampire, then he could prove very useful to me,” Voldemort ordered them
and everyone bowed. He turned back to Snape. “How is my other plan coming
along?”
“Very well,
my lord, it will be ready by the next full moon,” Snape assured him and
Voldemort smiled to himself. For once, his plans were coming in shape.
“Good, make
sure there will be no distractions or mistakes that could destroy my plans,”
Voldemort ordered. “Dismiss!” Everyone left him alone in this throne room.
Voldemort
rounded his throne, sliding a hand over the back of the chair, curling his
other hand. “Soon…I will have my goal within my grasp.”
********
“Well,
Voldie is one happy person,” muttered Harry as he sat up in bed. Hermione
moaned as she curled into his side.
“What do you
mean?” she whispered.
“He’s happy
about something,” Harry told her and she snorted.
“Makes a
change from his usual grumpy self, I don’t like it when he’s angry. You get
hurt when he’s angry,” she mumbled out, sleepily. Harry grinned as he lay back
down and she shifted so her head was lying on his chest. He kissed her the top
of her head, running a hand through her curls as her breathing deepened once
more.
He looked up
at the ceiling, Voldemort was happy about something and he needed to find out
why and fast before it was too late to put his plans into action.
*********
Dumbledore
stood up as his office door opened to reveal the Order, Ron, and Ginny to make
their way into the office. He gave a short nod to them before sitting back down
once more. Everyone sat down on the chairs that they conjured up.
“What do you
have to report?” Dumbledore asked as he sat back down on his chair.
“He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
has sent his death eaters looking for Harry Potter. He somehow got information
on Potter leaving the blood protection,” Snape spoke up. Dumbledore frowned as
he thought about it.
“How could
he get information on Harry leaving the Dursleys?” Dumbledore asked. Snape
shook his head.
“It sounds
like he has been keeping an eye on Potter since Hogwarts let out for the
summer,” Snape told him. “I only found out about him looking for Potter when I
went to visit and find out information.”
“Hm,”
Dumbledore filed it away to think about it later; he had pressing things to
concentrate on. “Have we found out anything about Harry being bitten?”
“Yes,”
McGonagall stood up as Snape sat back down. “It looks like he had been bitten
at the age of five, although we are still unaware of who bit him. It looks like
his sire had dropped off the face of the earth at that point.”
“Does anyone
have any idea why they would bite Harry Potter?” Dumbledore asked.
“Turning the
hero of the light to the dark side?” Snape spoke up with a scoff. “Don’t know
why anyone would bother to ask that question.” Everyone looked at him for a
moment before looking at Dumbledore.
“What are
you saying?” Ron spoke up. “Is it true that Harry, by being bitten, could turn
evil?”
“It depends
on his nature,” Dumbledore explained. “He did not have a life suitable for a
child and having the Wizarding World change their loyalties at different times
could have pushed him in different directions.”
“He would
still save us, right?” Molly demanded, almost hysterically.
“I think the
question is…should Harry save us?” Ginny asked and they looked at her. “The
Wizarding World are not the victim here…Harry is. He was one year old when
You-Know-Who went after him and he was the one who had to save the wizarding
world each year. From my calculations, the Wizarding World had plenty of times
to take down You-Know-Who before the prophecy. The question still stands…Should
Harry Potter save us when we have done nothing but turn our backs on him when
he needed us the most?” Ginny finished, leaving everyone in silence.
Dumbledore
just stared at the young red-haired woman. There was something different about
her and he needed to find the answer and fast.
*********
“So old
Snake-Face is happy about something?” Draco asked before snorting, “Didn’t
think the guy knew how to be happy.” Harry grinned as Hermione finished writing
up her list and lifted her head.
“Okay, I
have finished my questions,” she told him. Draco arched an eyebrow.
“You made a
bloody list?” Draco demanded. Hermione shrugged.
“You told me
to,” she reminded. Draco’s jaw dropped as he remembered and he couldn’t believe
that the girl had taken him seriously.
“I was being
sarcastic!” he exclaimed. “Surely you know the difference between being serious
and sarcastic.” Hermione shrugged.
“It sounded
like a good idea and if I have anymore questions, I can always tick them off or
cross out the ones I don’t want to ask or have been answered without me
asking,” Hermione told him. Draco just mouthed soundlessly before he looked at
Harry, who grinned.
“Why do you
think I’m dating her?” Harry asked.
“Because
she’s fabulous in bed and gives good head?” Draco remarked sarcastically only
for Hermione to slap him up the back of the head. “Hey!” he snapped only to
flinch when he saw her glaring at him.
“Don’t make
assumptions about my abilities in bed. I’m for Harry’s eyes, ears, mouth,
touch, and knowledge only,” she hissed. Luna grinned in amusement as she
settled herself on Draco’s lap. Draco just pouted as he rubbed the back of his
head.
“You didn’t
have to hit so hard,” mumbled Draco.
“You do have
a thick head,” Luna pointed out. Harry snorted back his laugher as he turned
his head away while Draco glared at his girlfriend. Hermione laughed, at first,
she had found Luna’s straightforwardness quite…loony at the beginning, but now,
she just loved it. Luna had made her laugh more over the summer than she had
put altogether the five years she shared with Harry and the moron.
Harry pushed
his chair back as Hermione climbed into his lap, smoothing the list out.
“Okay, I
know that you and Draco have been bitten by the age of five, you don’t know who
your sire is, both of you are half-vampires thanks to Harry’s mother finding a
way to make that happen because your sire’s lover saw the future and he warned
Lily. You go through the blood lust for three days and when you bite someone
during that event, you mark someone as your mate,” Hermione listed and got
nods. “Ok, what are you magic limit? I know you can do some magic but do you
know your limits?”
“We can do
easy magic, like repairing or levitating something but something that actually
use a lot of magic…say warding off the dementors can take a lot out of us,”
Harry explained. “Even though I have mastered a lot of spells, there are a few
that would eventually kill me.”
“What about
using your wand?” Hermione crossed off the question on her list.
“If we use
our wands too much, we could actually burn it out. Wandless magic is easier
because we do not have to focus on the wands. We use our wands to keep up
appearances in classes,” Draco explained. Hermione nodded as she scored off two
questions.
“What are
you like as vampires?” she asked. “I mean, we have read the books and
information on them in our third year but are they accurate?” Draco shook his
head.
“A majority
of the books are written by wizards and witches, not vampires. Any vampire
knows that it’s breaking the rules of their clans if they were to write books
about themselves,” Draco explained.
“We can walk
in sunlight, eat garlic and such. We are strong after feeding on someone but
stronger if we feed off our mate. Something about our mate accepting us for who
we are and willing to give up their blood for us,” Harry explained. “We are
pretty much invulnerable to stakes and sliver. There is a way to kill us but
Dumbledore didn’t know what it was because our sire never fully explained
things to him.”
“Huh, this
more information I get in a book,” she muttered to herself, annoyed with the
lack of books. She scored off a few more questions. “How many times do you need
to feed?”
“Er, it all
depends. We wouldn’t be able to feed on you through the blood lust because you
need time to rest and for your blood cells to regenerate but we’re used to not feeding,”
Draco explained.
“We fed on
the other girls whenever we were hungry, food can sustain us but we would need
to actually have blood because food can’t replace the nutrients and such in the
blood,” Harry finished.
“You bit a
lot of girls?” Hermione tilted her head to look up at him. Harry looked off to
the side with guilt clear on his face. He didn’t like thinking about the times
he fed from the girls. Luna reached across and placed her hand over Hermione’s,
drawing Hermione’s attention.
“They had to
bite other girls, especially when they didn’t have a mate. I know it sounds
horrible that the girls’ minds were wiped clean of the attack but it was for
both of their protection. If they hadn’t fed, they would have eventually gone a
blood feud and killed everyone at school,” Luna explained, softly and patient
as ever.
Hermione
gave a short nod, understanding, before she turned back to Harry and cupped his
cheek. Harry turned back to face her. She reached up and kissed him, softly,
before resting their foreheads together.
“I wasn’t
being judgemental, I was just trying to figure out how many girls you bit…I
mean; did you have to feed every day or every now and then? Was there a
time-line of when you had to feed or you just fed when you needed to,” she
explained. Draco rolled his eyes in amusement while Harry grinned,
understanding what his girl was trying to explain.
“We mostly
just fed whenever we needed to. It just differs to be honest. I didn’t bite a
lot of girls though, just three,” Harry told her.
“Three?”
she, Luna and Draco asked together and he flushed.
“Susan
Bones, first and second year. Cho Chang, third to fifth year, and Hermione,”
Harry explained. “Susan was the easiest person I could access at the time. Cho
Chang, well, pretending that I had a crush on her helped me to gain access. Of
course there was the time I ‘dated’ her thanks to Ron oblivating us all the
time.” They nodded, understanding before the three of them turned to Draco, who
flinched.
“You know
me, I to keep up appearances that I changed my girlfriend like my underwear,”
he muttered, getting snickers from the others and Luna rolling her eyes.
“After he
fed, he would make the girls think they had been making out or further,” she
explained. Draco winced as Harry and Hermione looked at him, curious.
“I’m a
Malfoy,” he pointed out. “We are supposed to do these things!” Harry and
Hermione rolled their eyes.
“Do you have
any more questions?” Harry asked his girlfriend. She looked down at her lists,
scoring off the ones that just been answered and shook her head.
“No, that’s
them all,” she told him.
“Good
timing,” she looked up at him, curious and he nudged his head in the direction
of the window. “Cause Hermione has just arrived with a letter.” They all looked
toward the window in time to see Hedwig, dyed black, come through the open window,
and settle on the table, fluffing out her feathers. “Hey girl,” Harry reached
out and stroked her breasts, soothing her.
Hedwig nibbled
Harry’s finger for a moment before lifting her leg so he could remove the
letter from he. Hermione pushed the plate of bacon toward Hedwig, who nibbled
upon it. Hermione turned back to Harry as he finished opening the letter and
scanned it.
“It looks
like Voldemort has gotten wind of me being on the run and had sent his little
death nibbles after me,” Harry told them.
“Bet it was
Snape who told Voldemort,” Draco spoke up. He and Harry had discussed about
Snape’s loyalty, it seemed that Snape preferred the dark side better than the
light side as he continually referred Voldemort as his lord.
“Dumbledore
says that Snape said someone else told Voldemort, which is a clear indication
that he gave the information to himself. They also found out when I was bitten
but they don’t know who my sire is…which is something,” Harry finished.
“What does
he say about Ron?” Hermione had gotten off Harry’s lap to get a drink.
“Ron is
still pissed about you dumping him, going missing, and being with me,” Harry
told her. “Molly is the same but Ginny is acting indifference.” Draco and Harry
locked eyes for a moment but Hermione caught it.
“What?” they
looked at her.
“There is
something that Draco and I have noticed about Ginny but we are keeping a tight
lid on it because we need to be sure first before we start sprouting accusations,
it wouldn’t work if we got it wrong,” Harry told her. Hermione was about to
protest but thought better off it. Harry would tell her when the time was
right.
“What does
he say about Hogwarts?” Draco asked.
“Hogwarts is
opening as normal this year and all the students are returning despite knowing
that the Ministry was wrong about Voldemort. I guess they feel the kids are
safer at Hogwarts,” Harry told them before folding the letter and placing it on
the table.
“What about
the teacher?” Luna spoke up.
“They found
a teacher, she is an old friend of my mother, and she is willing to take over
the DADA for the time being,” Harry explained before frowning. “He has asked if
we are coming back to Hogwarts.”
“Do you want
to?” Hermione asked, moving closer to him and sliding an arm around his
shoulder.
“Not right
now, we have too many unanswered questions and we still have a lot of hunting
to do. Maybe at a later stage but it would depends,” he told them and they
nodded in understanding before lapsing into silence.
********
“Hogwarts is
opening as usual?” Ron demanded as he stood up from his seat. “Are you crazy?”
“Ronald, sit
down,” hissed Molly as she yanked her son into his seat.
“This is the
best course to take, Mr Weasley. The Wizarding World must continue as normal if
we are to take down Voldemort. If we were to keep Hogwarts closed, it wouldn’t
do as it would seem like a defeat,” Dumbledore explained. “All the students,
apart from Miss Granger, Miss Lovegood, and Mr Potter, will attend to Hogwarts.
Anyone who is missing, we can safely assume his or her parents have pulled them
out of Hogwarts or have decided not to return to Hogwarts.”
He watched
as everyone nodded, get up, and leave his office to get Hogwarts ready for the
return of the students. Turning his seat, he looked out of the window and
frowned. The Weasley boy was beginning to prove more of a problem than a
solution, he needed to find a way to shut him up and fast.
TBC
See you next week *Grins and hides*
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