Armilla II

Chapter 31

I didn't know how much faith to put into this prophecy. I mean, it was Draco Malfoy we were talking of here. To me, it sounded a little too convenient, like Dumbledore had been waiting for this to happen.

Dumbledore. The Head of The Order of the Phoenix. Sometimes I thought this whole war was one big chess game to the headmaster. So many strategies and people to utilise, some willingly and some through coercion.

I wondered how often other members challenged him. How could he place a two-year-old child, a suspected muggle-born, with Draco Malfoy, all because of a prophecy? Did he really think that Malfoy would suddenly forget what he had been brought up to believe and actually warm to the child? It didn't seem plausible that the headmaster had such idealistic tendencies that he had no doubt of Malfoy's heart being melting for a little girl. It didn't seem right to think of Dumbledore being that incredibly naïve. No, perhaps this all just slotted conveniently into place for the headmaster, simply because he needed it to. How likely was it anyway that the prophecy would come true?

This was all extremely vexing. Why didn't it seem right to doubt Dumbledore? Weren't all leaders to be doubted at times? They're only human, after all. The wizarding world did have many members who publicly called Dumbledore an old fool, but to most, he still rested comfortably on the pedestal our minds saw him on.

Dumbledore had made mistakes before, surely? I just couldn't help thinking that Lydia Riddle's placement with Draco Malfoy was going to be the ultimate blunder. It just wasn't going to end well. I didn't doubt that Trelawney had made another prophecy, but was it right to set so much store by it?

It seemed that Severus had done nothing but fume since Dumbledore's departure with Lydia on that Sunday afternoon. When we had sat down to lunch, I had decided to save my questions for another time, as he seemed to be employing the entirety of his self control not to shred the baked potatoes.

We were due back at Hogwarts that night, as we both had classes first thing in the morning. To be honest, I was looking forward to being back at school. Though it was now my property, Snape Manor held none of the warmth of the Merrigan Estate. Just walking down the dark corridors alone at night was spine-chilling enough. Having come there to bury my father was more than enough for any weekend. Draco Malfoy's appearance had topped things off.

We went to Diagon Alley late Sunday afternoon, at Severus' request. He had some business to carry out with a potions supplier, and also wanted to pick up a copy of a book that had been released a couple of days earlier.

As we walked to the point where we could disapparate, Severus brought up the topic that I was purposely avoiding.

"It's alright," he said, pulling his cloak tightly around himself, fending off the chilly breeze, "we can talk about Malfoy and Lydia."

"I had the impression we couldn't," I replied. "We don't have to, you know. It's already an aggravating topic." I felt furious just thinking of where Lydia must be at that moment.

Severus sighed. "I sent you upstairs earlier, as I had to bring up some business with the headmaster in an effort to prove my point that he wasn't addressing the situation in the most rational way."

"Death Eater business or Order business?"

"They are one and the same where my role is concerned."

"True."

"Clearly, it was a fruitless attempt anyway."

"Why did you bother? Doesn't Professor Dumbledore always follow his own instincts regardless to what anyone else thinks?"

"Generally," he said grimly. He looked over at me. "You don't normally express such strong views about Dumbledore."

"I don't think he's making the right decision," I said honestly. "How can any of this be in the best interests of Lydia?"

Severus didn't answer at first. "Dumbledore assures us that she will be well looked after, even if it is by Draco. There's reverse psychology involved here."

"How so?"

"Dumbledore will probably tell Draco of the prophecy. He knows of their importance. Draco will change his priorities if his gratitude is to be eternal, as the prophecy says."

"He can do so, so easily?"

"Draco will do what it takes to ensure the survival of his family. If it means caring for a Riddle, so be it. He won't change his views of the child, I assure you. She will be a pawn in his plan to achieve his goal, the same way we are all pawns in the big scheme of things."

"And what will become of Lydia after the war is over...if the war is ever over? It's not like people will willingly take a Riddle into their homes." I sighed. "I suppose it goes back to the nature versus nurture scenario."

"There is sense in that theory."

"Lets hope that Lydia has some good traits in her then," I said grimly. "I just cannot see Draco Malfoy doing anything more than ensuring she survives...or enough so that Dumbledore is satisfied."

"I agree."

"And what if this war goes on for years?" I said, feeling impatient. "Does he think Malfoy will never tire of the responsibility?"

"I sincerely hope not," Severus answered. "In any case, I can see this becoming my problem in the foreseeable future. As the Secret Keeper, I shall have to ensure the safety of both...according to the headmaster."

"And what of my role?" I asked.

He stopped and turned to look at me. "What of it?"

"Dumbledore was talking of my involvement." We all had a part to play in this war.

Severus gazed at me, his expression hard to read. "You're seventeen in four months, Armilla," he said quietly. "You will no longer be a child in the eyes of the Ministry. You will be free to make your own choices."

I stared at him. I hadn't quite expected that answer. I smiled when Severus added the comment I expected.

"That even means that if you wish to take on a role in the war...you can." He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Not that I would influence you-"

He paused to glare at me when I gave him an incredulous look.

He cleared his throat. "Not that I would influence you in regards to this. Like I said, the choice is yours." He gave me a bleak look. "But I don't have to like that fact."

"You didn't seem to like the idea when Professor Dumbledore brought it up," I commented, as we began walking again.

"I didn't like the way in which the headmaster brought it up," Severus said. "He has a way of making people feel that they owe it to the wizarding world to put their life in danger. There are some of us who have very real reasons for doing so and there are others who are there without wanting to be. I thought that he was manipulating you."

"And what is your opinion my involvement?"

"What you would expect it to be, I am sure."

I nodded, but said no more, as we had reached the apparition point.

Diagon Alley remained the ghost town it had been upon our last visit. More shops had closed down, many of which had had their windows smashed. Weasleys Wizards Wheezes remained a colourful eye sore, but a welcome one at that.

"No, we cannot go in there," Severus said, as he followed my line of sight.

"I wasn't even going to suggest such a thing." Last time, the Weasley twins had seen us pass and George had sent along new samples anyway.

We went into the apothecary and were back outside within five minutes. Severus knew how to conduct business swiftly.

As we approached number ninety-three, I saw the back of a Weasley twin through the window, talking to a customer. As the customer moved further into the store, the Weasley turned around towards the door. As far as I could tell, it was George. There was always something more less impish on George's face than Fred's that made me recognise him. As we passed, George noticed us and grinned. Severus, who was looking up ahead at another shop, hadn't noticed. I gave a slight nod back.

"That shop is new," Severus said, nodding in the direction of the group of shops further up. "At least, it seems new, but then, I haven't been to Diagon Alley in a while."

As we came closer, I was able to make out the sign. "Hewitts Books," I read. Hewitts...Hewitts...why was that familiar?

"A bookshop?" Severus said. "Flourish and Blotts won't like that. I wouldn't mind looking inside."

As we came closer, I saw a man behind the counter in the shop and recognised him immediately.

"No," I said quickly, grabbing my brother's arm. "We can't go in there."

Severus looked surprised. "Why on earth not?"

"Because..." It was Alonzo Hewitt's bookstore. I hadn't liked Arian Bletchley's cousin when I'd met him at Slughorn's Christmas party.

"Armilla?" Severus was giving me a strange look.

"It's not fair to Flourish and Blotts. They're having a hard enough time as it is."

Severus raised his eyebrows. "Should I consider it an advantage to myself that you are such an appalling liar?"

I gave him an affronted look. "I'm not lying."

"Well then, I believe your concern for Flourish and Blotts is certainly not your primary concern."

I stared back at Severus, feeling annoyed for no proper reason.

"Armilla," he said testily. "I haven't time for games."

"Alonzo Hewitt owns that bookstore," I said quietly. "I don't like him."

"Hewitt?" Severus glanced up at the sign. "That's an old wizarding name. I've taught plenty of them, several of them Slytherins, Alonzo included." He frowned as he turned back to me. "How do you know him?"

"He was at Slughorn's Christmas party. He's Arian Bletchley's cousin - Arian introduced us."

"Ah, yes, Mr Bletchley," Severus said, giving me an appraising look.

"Don't say that," I said crossly, tugging on his arm so we could pass to the other side of the alley.

"Touchy subject, is it?" he said as we walked away from the shop.

"It's not even a subject to start with. I don't know why you think that."

"I don't-"

"Professor Snape!"

I cursed as we stopped walking.

"Curse again, Armilla," Severus said tersely, "and I'll introduce to you to a lovely range of dishwashing potions, which you will not be washing the dishes with."

I fought back a biting reply at we turned around to see Alonzo Hewitt standing in the doorway of his shop.

"Mr Hewitt," Severus said, nodding in his direction. "We were just passing through."

"I'd be honoured if you gave me your opinion of my bookshop, sir."

"No," I said under my breath.

Severus nodded curtly. "Just briefly."

Alonzo grinned and disappeared back into his shop.

"Severus!" I whispered. "I don't want to go in there!"

"I'm the Head of Slytherin, Armilla," he replied, as we made our way back across the quiet alley. "It does not do to be rude, especially in times like these. A direct snub can have serious consequences. Several Hewitts support the Dark Lord."

"May I wait in another shop?"

He gave me an irritated look. "You may not."

Wanting to hurtle things through the window of the shop, I followed my brother inside.

Alonzo looked simply overjoyed to have his former teacher there. "It's an honour to have you here, sir," he said, cheerfully," shaking Severus' hand. He held his hand out to me. "It's wonderful to see you again, Armilla."

I nodded, shaking his hand very briefly.

Alonzo began to talk to Severus about his business, so I stepped away and looked around. It seemed a pleasant enough bookshop at first sight, but it wasn't until I had a closer look at some of the titles that I realised that Hewitt also appreciated some more...controversial authors. Some of the books held very old ideas about magical folk. Indeed, I was surprised that some were still in print.

"Come, Armilla," I heard Severus call.

"Arian will be very sorry to have missed you both," Alonzo said, as I joined them at the door. "He's gone out shopping just now."

I frowned. "Isn't he is France?"

Alonzo shook his head. "He's over here visiting. My wife, Leticia, had the baby early, you see, and he came to see us. Leticia is still in St Mungo's."

"Congratulations," Severus said. "A healthy child?"

He nodded. "As healthy as can be for an early delivery. The healers are still doing what they can. A daughter. The finest daughter to be had, and a good thing too, as I had been hoping for a son."

Severus merely nodded, as I tried to shield my disgust. Severus held out his hand once more. "We must be going. Good luck with your business, I wish you every success."

"Thank you, Professor." Alonzo turned to me. "Goodbye, Armilla. I'll tell Arian you were here."

I said goodbye as pleasantly as I could. I didn't want him to tell Arian that.

Severus had had the same thought. "Why is there a need for him to tell Arian Bletchley you'd been there?" he asked, as we walked towards Flourish and Blotts.

"I don't know," I snapped.

"Armilla-"

"I wish he wouldn't. My being there isn't newsworthy in the least."

"What do you have against Bletchley?"

"Nothing."

"You're very confusing."

"Do we have to talk about it?" I asked, as we reached Flourish and Blotts.

"No, we don't," he said simply, holding the door open. "As you said, it isn't a subject."

"I don't know why other people think it is," I said gruffly, passing him into the shop.

"Tone, Armilla, non-subject closed," Severus said as he closed the door. "If you'd like something here, go and pick it out now." He headed for the new release section.

I stared after him, feeling cross once more. I knew I wasn't cross with Severus, just...cross. Sighing, I headed towards the wizarding classic fiction. Severus was always good about buying me books when we came to Diagon Alley.

I picked up a reprint of an old book Merle had been reading shortly before she died.

"I don't recommend that one."

Startled, I almost dropped the book. Arian Bletchley was standing at my left, smiling at me. "How are you, Armilla?"

"Fine...thanks," I said, holding onto the book just so I had something to do with my hands. "We just saw Alonzo in his shop. He told us about his daughter."

"Ah, yes, little Scholastica Leticia-" he paused at my incredulous look, "yes, quite a mouthful of a name, even by wizarding standards."

"You seem to have a master who is flexible with leave."

His smile faltered. "Well...yes, I suppose he is. I'm actually due back in France tomorrow. I do try to visit regularly if I can."

"That's nice for your family."

He nodded.

There was silence for a moment. "What are you doing in this shop, seeing as Alonzo has one? Aren't you shopping with the enemy?"

He laughed. "No, well, I was...coming in the check out the price differences."

I nodded. "I see."

Arian wiped his forehead. "Armilla-"

"Hello Armilla!"

I turned around. George Weasley, stood there, grinning inanely at me.

"Hello!" I greeted, genuinely happy to see him.

"I couldn't resist saying hello to an old chum," he said, winking at me.

"Why are you shopping for books?"

"I do enjoy my light reading, I'll have you know."

I smiled back. "Oh," I said, remembering that Arian was there, "Arian, this is-"

"A Weasley of course," said Arian, looking a little annoyed that our conversation had been interrupted. "You're a Weasley twin aren't you?" he said dismissively, looking down at George, who was at least a foot shorter. "Which one are you?"

"The right one," George said pleasantly.

Arian stared at him. "I never did get the Weasley humour."

I didn't hear George's reply. I was looking around the shop for Severus. He was no longer in the new release section. I spotted his dark head in a corner towards the front of the shop.

"Would you mind excusing us?" Arian said to George, as I turned back. "I was in the middle of a conversation with Armilla."

"Actually," said George, "that would be most inconvenient. I actually have some news to pass on to Armilla regarding some Ravenclaws I know. It will save me writing a letter." He gave Arian a short bow, which seemed slightly mocking to me. "I would be most obliged, Bletchley, if you would excuse us."

Arian opened his mouth and then closed it again. He looked at George as if he wanted nothing more than to hex him right out of the shop. At length, he turned back to me. "Armilla?"

"I'm sorry, Arian," I said, trying not to look too casual about the situation, "but I know what this is about and it is terribly important. I do need to hear what George has to say."

Arian looked furious. "Armilla, really, I-"

"Arian," I said lightly, "this is not a contest. I really do need to speak with George."

Arian stared at me a moment longer. Suddenly looking resigned, he shot a distasteful look at George before addressing himself to me.

"It was wonderful to see you. I hope to see you again soon."

I nodded, trying to give a passable smile back.

He turned and walked away. We watched at he exited the shop, his hands deep in the pockets of his robes.

I turned back to George, who was grinning again.

"Sorry, but you looked like you needed saving."

I gave him a glare, albeit with only a little enthusiasm. "Were you following me?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "Always."

"I didn't need saving," I said, folding my arms.

"I wouldn't be so sure." He looked serious for a moment. "He looked dodgy to me."

"Dodgy?" I repeated. "I'm not sure that's the word I'd use."

He shrugged. "I didn't mean in the usual way. I mean that he's not someone I believe has your best interests at heart."

I stared at him. "You got that impression after a few seconds of observation?"

George gave me a mischievous grin. "I'm not the quieter twin for nothing," he said, rocking back and forth. "I've always been the more observant one."

I laughed.

"Seriously, though," he went on, looking serious again. "Be careful, Armilla. You don't want to go messing with the wrong Slytherin sort."

"My brother's a Slytherin," I pointed out.

George gave a curt nod. "And I think anyone who's met him would tell you not to mess with him."

I couldn't argue with that. "There are some good Slytherins."

"I'm not saying there's not," he said evenly. "That's why I said wrong Slytherin sort. I have no hesitation in stating that there's a wrong Gryffindor sort. Look at Peter Pettigrew."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know-"

"It's just-" George lowered his voice. "I knew he was a relative of that Alonzo Hewitt bloke. Call it a hunch. Alonzo isn't that popular among the merchants here in Diagon Alley."

I leaned in closer. "Why?"

"Just some suspicious stuff," he said, shrugging. "Fred and I are wary of him and his motives. If Arian is working with him, his interest in you may not only be in continuing the pureblood line." He gave a small cough. "That's not to say that any bloke being interested in you is always for the wrong reason."

I rolled my eyes. "Arian works in France...Lyon, I think."

"That doesn't mean he's not working for Alonzo Hewitt too." George suddenly looked over my shoulder. "Hello, Professor."

I turned around to see Severus walking up the aisle, three books in his hands. He nodded at George. "Mr Weasley."

"I'd best be going," George said to me. "Fred will start thinking he owns the place if I stay away much longer. See you later."

"Bye."

He grinned at Severus. "Professor." With that, he turned and walked towards back down the aisle. I watched him go, all the way to the door, grateful that he'd been there.

"I assume you haven't chosen anything?" Severus asked pointedly.

"Not yet," I answered quietly, looking back at the books. "I don't have to pick anything."

"Ten minutes," he said, walking away.

I glanced back at him as he walked away. I assumed he had seen Arian in the shop also. I just couldn't tell what he thought about him.

Sighing, I looked back at the books, wanting to pick out a couple before my mind got too distracted again.

"No charms books for once," Severus commented, as we exited the shop fifteen minutes later.

I had picked out two classics that I'd always wanted to read.

"I wanted something different," I said simply. "Thank you," I added.

He nodded, before holding out his arm so we could disapparate.

Moments later, we entered the school grounds and found a thestral-drawn carriage waiting for us.

"Dumbledore's way of keeping things pleasant," Severus said snidely, as he held open the carriage door. "He doesn't always think to send a carriage down."

We were silent for the first couple of minutes of the journey, each of us content to look out at the castle in the distance. Hogwarts was always beautiful, no matter what the weather or the time of day.

"It was unusual to see George Weasley in Flourish and Blotts," Severus said, turning away from the window.

"You can tell them apart?"

He nodded. "I kept my eye on those two boys more than any others when they were at Hogwarts. You do start to notice the differences in mannerisms."

"I suppose he likes to read," I said indifferently.

"Which one of you managed to have Bletchley leave so abruptly?"

I glared at him. "Were you watching us?"

He gave me a displeased look. "Tone, Armilla. I only looked up when I heard him leaving. He looked more than a little miffed."

"George got him to leave," I said, "and he didn't like it."

"Was Bletchley offending one of you?"

"No."

He raised an eyebrow. "Was that not immature then?"

"No," I said, this time more forcibly. "Why would it be? He wanted George to leave."

Severus just stared at me.

"I don't why either of them were there anyway," I said crossly, looking away.

He didn't say anything.

I suddenly thought of something else. I turned back to my brother. "George thinks Arian is dodgy."

"Dodgy?" Severus repeated.

I nodded. "He doesn't trust Alonzo Hewitt either. Apparently he's not very popular in Diagon Alley."

"Slytherins rarely are popular outside their own House, even when they leave school," Severus said, dismissively. "I would have been shocked to learn that the Weasleys were on friendly terms with Hewitt."

"You think they're biased?" I said incredously. "They would just distrust the two of them for no reason?"

"Gryffindors in particular are prone to being judgemental, Armilla."

I shook my head, looking way.

"You're disposed to believe they must be guilty?"

"I don't know. I know none of the particulars."

"Just be careful, Armilla."

I frowned as I looked at him. "Be careful of what?"

"Of whom you put your faith in."

"You don't trust George Weasley?"

"I do trust him," he replied, his face neutral. "What I mean is, it would be wise to remain on the fence, so to speak, publicly."

"You want me to give equal attention then," I said slowly, thinking about what had happened in the bookshop. I shook my head. "I should have thought more about that."

"It seems trivial," Severus said, "but it wouldn't do to have me carry out my social obligations as normal, while you show your preference for Gryffindors."

"I don't have a preference for Gryffindors!" I said indignantly.

"Others then," he said impatiently. "I'm not asking you to be friends with them, just do what is needed."

I sighed. "I shouldn't have made a fuss of going into Alonzo's bookshop. I just really didn't want to go in there."

"Yes, I understood that much." He changed the subject. "Apparition training will start next weekend."

"Don't remind me," I groaned, looking down at the faded emerald on my bracelet. My magic was still adequate, but it wasn't what it should have been. Ever since that night in the bathroom at Slughorn's Christmas party, when I had aimed the emerald at the ghostly Merle, there had been no sign of her. This made it all the more annoying. Severus had let me be on my own from then, as I had wanted to see if I could spring a leak in the ghostly form, and collect my magic. Somehow I doubted it would be that easy. As it was, I was worried about splinching myself.

"You'll be fine," Severus said. "As long as you maintain focus, there's no need to worry."

"I've heard splinching really hurts," I muttered.

"If you concentrate enough, you'll never find out firsthand."

o o o o o o o o o o o o

"Mill! I'm glad you're back," Lisa said, jumping up from her bed to hug me as I came into the dormitory. "Dinner's soon. Was the funeral...what you expected?"

"Pretty much," I replied, letting go of her. "Hi," I said, to the other occupants in the room. As I took my bag out of my pocket to resize it, I did a double take.

"Ruby!"

Ruby, stretched out on her bed with her arms resting behind her head, smiled up at me. "I'm back," she said happily. "I wouldn't let Mum and Dad keep my away."

Ruby had gone home before Christmas and hadn't returned till now.

"Wasn't someone in your family sick?" I asked.

Ruby nodded. "My grandma was sick, so we went to stay with her in Wiltshire. She's better now, so I'm glad to be back!"

"Yes, we know," said Padma, yawning. "You and Mandy talked all night, last night."

"Did not," giggled Mandy, throwing a cushion at her. "Your snoring must have kept you awake."

"What nerve you have-"

"Sorry to hear about your dad, Armilla," said Ruby. "Had he been unwell?"

"I...would rather not talk about it, to be honest," I said, sitting down on my bed. My father's death had become even more suspicious, since Draco Malfoy had revealed that the Dark Lord hadn't been happy about it.

"Oh, you lucky thing, you went to Flourish and Blotts!" Lisa exclaimed, spotting my shopping bag. "Get anything good?"

"Just some old stories."

"How lovely," Padma grinned, lying back down on her bed. "Professor Snape took you shopping."

I rolled my eyes.

"I bet Diagon Alley was deserted," Ruby said.

Mandy nodded. "The Daily Prophet is always talking about more shops closing down."

"There was one that opened up late last year," said Padma. "Dad told me. Another bookshop."

"Another bookshop?" Lisa smiled. "That's good." She looked at me. "Did you have a look?"

"Only briefly," I replied. "It seemed to sell quite a lot of old titles in reprint."

"Hewitts," said Ruby suddenly.

Everyone looked at her. "Hewitts bookstore," she said. "Alonzo Hewitt is the owner. I met him at Slughorn's party, before I went home. He's the chosen of that boy who was interested in you...what's his name...Arian Bletchley!"

I mentally groaned.

"Interested in you?" Lisa repeated.

"You know," I said, not really addressing myself to anyone in particular, "a mere conversation with someone of the opposite sex shouldn't imply that we'll be picking out china patterns in no time."

Ruby smiled.

I frowned. "Seriously, Ruby. You've taken me by complete surprise. I have to disappoint you if you think there actually is anything."

Ruby looked confused.

"Come on," said Lisa hastily. "Dinner!"

o o o o o o o o o o o

"I'm so hungry," Terry said, as we sat down to breakfast on Wednesday morning, "I could eat a hippogriff."

"You're always hungry," Lisa told him, reaching for the coffee.

"Must be all the hard work I do," he said, stretching.

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Of course."

"He eats nothing compared to what Anthony can consume," said Padma in disgust, watching Anthony demolish a piece of toast in a matter of seconds. Anthony swallowed and gave her a grin.

She shuddered. "Very attractive."

"That's nothing," said Michael Corner, sitting down on Anthony's other side. "Crabbe and Goyle eat enough for all of us."

"For a week," Lisa added, pouring cereal.

"Don't know what they need the energy for," said Terry, glancing over at the Slytherin table. "It's not like they do anything."

"Oh come on," laughed Anthony, "it must take a lot of effort to double as a ogre for the better part of the day."

Ruby and Mandy giggled.

"They're completely lost now that their master, the almighty Draco Malfoy, is no longer here," said Michael, shaking his head. "Do you think he's really missing?"

"Hiding, more like," muttered Terry.

Ruby made a face. "Any guesses where he is?"

"Somewhere comfortable, I'll wager," said Padma.

We looked up at the sound of loud hooting and the fluttering of wings. The morning post was arriving.

Terry immediately pretended to pray. He clasped his hands together and shut his eyes. "Please nothing for me. Please nothing for me."

"Still afraid your parents will take you away?" I asked.

He nodded grimly, closing his eyes. "They wouldn't say so much in a letter, but they'll at least hint." The number of deaths in his village hadn't increased, so Terry was hoping his family wouldn't relocate abroad.

"I think you're in luck," Lisa said, her eyes scanning above. "I can't see your parents' owl." She suddenly smiled. "But there's mum's owl!"

A large, brown owl landed in front of her. "She promised to send me some new gloves," she said, untying the package.

I was finishing the last of my toast when two unfamiliar owls landed right in front of me. I was surprised; the only person I generally heard from these days was Matilda, and even that was only once a month.

"More deaths and people missing," Michael announced, having unrolled The Daily Prophet. "I long for the day when the headline will be a happy one."

Everyone nodded or murmured their agreement. Such headlines these days weren't as eye-opening as they used to be. Everyone was just worried that one of their relatives would be named among the missing or dead.

I smiled to myself when I opened the first package, which was a little heavy. Out fell a shopping back with the Weasleys Wizard Wheezes logo on it. Attached to it was a piece of parchment.

"Mailing ordering from joke shops, Armilla?" Mandy asked, grinning at the bag. "I love their products."

"I'm sure Professor Snape wouldn't approve," said Ruby airily, unrolling her own newspaper.

"Matilda sent them," I told them, perfectly sure that she hadn't. "She does like the occasional gag." I unfolded the parchment.

Dearest Armilla,

Greetings from Weasleys Wizard Wheezes!

It was great to see you the other day. Feel free to hire my services again if you feel to need to be saved from tedious company.

I have put in some samples for you, which you are free to use at your leisure. Rest assured that I condone their use in class, but most professors won't. If you get in trouble, I'll take a little responsibility - just let me know!

George Weasley

The Better Half of the Creative Team

Smiling, I refolded the parchment. I decided to have a look at the products later. Opening them now would surely create too much attention. I turned instead, to the other letter, which was just a folded piece of parchment.

"What's up, Lis?" Terry asked, frowning at Lisa.

I looked up. Lisa was staring at her parchment, ashen faced.

"My uncle's dead," she said quietly.

"The one who's been missing?" Padma asked.

Lisa nodded, closing her eyes. "My aunt's family has been in hiding. Mum said his body was found up north somewhere."

"Did he work for the Ministry?" Ruby asked.

Lisa nodded, opening her eyes. "He always made it known that he supported Dumbledore." She shook her head, folding the parchment. "He was my favourite uncle."

"I'm sorry," Terry said, taking her hand.

"Me too," I said quietly. "Does your mum want you to go home?"

"She didn't say." Lisa sighed, blinking back tears. She suddenly stood up. "I don't think I want breakfast anymore. I'll see you in class."

Terry and I immediately stood up too. "No, we'll come," Terry told her.

I picked up my package and unopened letter and followed them out of the Great Hall. I felt sick. More and more people were dying everyday, but it just felt worse when it directly affected my best friend.

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I had initially planned on staying in the dungeons that night, but I promised Lisa after our last class that afternoon that I would join her that evening in our dormitory. I left her with Terry, Padma, Ruby and Michael, who were talking of spending some time out in the grounds.

"Good evening," Severus greeted, when I joined him in the sitting room after classes that day. "Good day?"

"Okay," I shrugged. "Yours?"

"Only one blown up cauldron," he replied, sitting on the sofa, "so nothing out of the ordinary."

"Lisa's uncle died," I said, joining him on the sofa. "The one who had been missing. They found him up north."

Severus shook his head. "I did try to find out about him," he said quietly, "but to no avail. I suppose that was the reason for Miss Turpin's poor performance in class today?"

I nodded. "She's wondering if she'll have to go home. She probably won't come back if she does."

"Her family's safety is what is important," Severus replied, pouring us tea. "I am not always made aware of who is being targeted. Some killings, I believe, are entirely for sport."

I made a face. "I know." I took the cup he handed me. "Terry's been waiting for the hint that it's time to come home."

"I daresay many will have left before the school year is out."

It was true. The class sizes had gradually been getting smaller.

"I received some samples from Weasleys Wizard Wheezes this morning," I said, changing the subject.

"From George Weasley or both of them?"

"George," I answered, putting my teacup down. I reached into my schoolbag, rummaged for a bit and then pulled out the package. The sealed letter fell out with it. I had completely forgotten about it after Lisa's news that morning.

I opened the shopping bag. "Just a few things," I said, handing them to my brother. "They're always useful." I knew Severus still had a secret interest in the development of the Weasley twins' products.

He took the bag, looking interested. I occupied myself with opening the forgotten letter.

Dear Armilla,

Let me begin by saying how delightful it was to see you on Sunday afternoon. I truly enjoyed speaking with you, even though our conversation was, most unfortunately, cut short.

I have been told that a Hogsmeade trip has been planned for Saturday, 1^st March. It is great luck that I shall be in England that weekend. I would be honoured if you would spend the day with me in Hogsmeade.

Please send your answer as soon as possible,

Yours sincerely,

Arian Bletchley

I let out the breath I had only just realised I had been holding. Go out with Arian Bletchley? My insides seemed to be churning.

"What's the matter?" Severus asked.

"Nothing," I said, folding the parchment as calmly as I could.

"Did Arian Bletchley write to you?"

My mouth dropped open. "How did you know that?"

"He wrote to me too."

"He what?"

"I believe you heard me."

"Why would he write to you?"

"To ask my permission to court you."

"That's repulsive," I said, feeling sickened.

"Very old wizarding tradition," Severus explained. "Even the Malfoys don't do it. Old Mr Black was outraged when his daughters were courted without permission. After he found that Narcissa's beau was a Malfoy, which meant money if nothing else, he was rather complying."

I shook my head. "It's still repulsive."

"I do agree," Severus said. "It seems Bletchley was quite confident in my answer, seeing as he wrote to you without waiting for my answer."

"When did he write to you?"

"I received the letter on Monday morning, so he didn't hesitate after seeing you."

"Monday morning?" I repeated. I was suddenly more annoyed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"This is the first time I've seen you outside of class this week," he replied. "I didn't think time was of the essence in regards to this matter. Your answer is no, is it not?"

"You should have told me," I said crossly.

"I apologise then," he said impatiently. "I was planning on telling you when I next saw you."

I looked away, angry.

"I will write to him directly if you wish."

"Okay."

"Though, I think it necessary that you also respond."

I nodded. "All right."

"We should be sure that our letters do not contradict information as well."

"Okay."

Severus suddenly put his cup down with a clatter. "For Merlin's sake, Armilla," he snapped, his eyes flashing, "you are capable of giving more than one word answers. Show some manners and respond properly."

I stared at him, feeling bewildered. "I didn't have anything to add to what you were saying." That wasn't fair. "I do have manners and I was responding properly."

I was suddenly facing the dangerous expression I had feared as a first year. He spoke with a deadly quiet voice. "And do you believe the tone you just addressed me with was a shining example of your politeness?"

I sighed, frustrated. "No, but you weren't being fair."

He shook his head. "To be perfectly honest, Armilla, I was happy to avoid any topic concerning Arian Bletchley for as long as possible, as it means having you at your most impatient, and, dare I add, irritable."

I said nothing.

Severus glared at me. "All over one boy. This is ridiculous."

I shook my head. "It isn't that," I said quietly.

He looked a little disbelieving. "What then?"

Again, I said nothing. I wasn't sure how to express what I wanted to say without feeling selfish."

"Armilla," he said sternly.

"I'm thinking."

"I had hoped that we would know each other well enough by now that no rehearsal is needed when speaking about this topic."

"It's an awkward topic," I said stiffly.

"I never said otherwise."

I looked at him, considering the thoughts swirling in my mind.

"Until the war is over," I said slowly, "the list of people I can date will remain pretty thin."

"How so?"

"They have to be pureblood or...be a supporter of the Dark Lord, so as not to compromise your position."

Severus frowned. We were silent for a moment, then he opened his mouth to say something. "Armilla-"

"And you'll always come first."

His frown deepened. "You're implying that there's already someone on your mind."

I stood up. "No, there's not."

He held up a hand, signalling me to stop when I went to walk away. "I told you before Christmas that I wouldn't mind if you married a muggle if you felt so inclined. It's the implications we have to worry about. We really would have to think about going into hiding if you did." He gave my hand a tug so I would sit back down.

"I know," I replied, sitting down again. "I get it. The implications are too great to risk." I looked away. "I don't want Arian Bletchley."

"Then don't," he said simply. "You don't have to have anyone."

I stared at my feet. I was being selfish. Why should I feel so let down that my situation in life would prevent me from pursuing a relationship? Wasn't our safety the most important thing?

"I thought saying yes to Arian would make you happy."

He looked surprised for a moment, and then he sneered. "Of all the ridiculous notions...why would you think something so absurd?"

"He seems the right sort for-"

"You mean the Slytherin sort?"

I couldn't help laughing.

Severus looked a little unnerved. "What's so amusing?"

I hesitated. "Harry Potter referred to Arian that way at Slughorn's party and I told him he was making assumptions."

His sneer became more pronounced. "And we all know how astute Potter is, especially when it comes to generalising Slytherins."

I bit back my comment about Severus' notion of Gryffindors. "You cannot say anything to Harry."

He rolled his eyes. "Wouldn't dream of it. Back to the point, you seem to believe I would have you matched with a Slytherin. Are you presuming I have a check-list with detailed requirements around here somewhere?"

I smiled. "More of a mental one."

He didn't deny it.

"Don't we all have one?"

He shook his head. "Not necessarily." He sighed. "Armilla, please do not spend any more time thinking about all of this. It brings out a rather... temperamental side that I'd rather not deal with."

I made a hmph noise as I got up. When had I been temperamental recently? There was an amused laugh in my head. Would you like a list?

"Just assure me it's not Harry Potter and we can forget this conversation."

I gave him a look. "It's not."

"Thank Merlin." He suddenly looked revolted. "Weasley?"

I frowned. "Pardon?"

"Not Ronald Weasley either?"

"Of course not."

"Longbottom?"

"Severus!"

"I'm just making sure."

"Neville is a nice boy."

"This conversation is at an end, Armilla." He summoned some parchment and ink. "Go and get started on your reply to Bletchley. I have a letter to write."

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I started my walk back to Ravenclaw Tower that night with strong conflicting feelings inside me. I was feeling incredibly relieved to have made a decision over Arian Bletchley, but at the same time, I was dreading that he might reply. I had left my finished letter with Severus, who had said that he would send it off with his letter the next morning. He had assured me that he would send two separate owls.

My thoughts turned to Lisa as I made my way up the dungeon stairs. It must be awful to have her parents living in fear, and having the worry of her aunt and her family in hiding. I wondered if Lisa would end up going home. What if Terry left too?

Don't be selfish, my conscious reminded me. Everyone's safety is at stake.

That was true. I wondered how long it would be before the school's population had halved. Damn You-Know-Who.

I went up the marble staircase in the Entrance Hall and walked along the deserted corridors. It was only fifteen minutes before curfew, so it seemed that most had already retired to their common rooms for the night.

Random thoughts of my conversation with Severus made their way back into my head. I shook my head at Severus' concern about Neville Longbottom and Ron Weasley. Honestly, there were worse people than those two. They had good hearts. As for Harry, well, the idea of it alone might just finish Severus off.

I rounded a corner, completely lost in thought.

"Hello."

I stopped abruptly, feeling winded.

"Mer...Merle?" I spluttered. She was here? It had been such a long time.

"Hello, darling."

Don't you hello darling me, I thought. I had been preparing for this moment. I took out my wand. This dark magic drains my magic, I mentally told the bracelet. It is a danger to me and I need my magic back! I held my arm out so that the faded emerald was facing her.

As soon as emerald faced her, Merle began to shriek. As before, she turned a very familiar shade of green, but she was protected by the sheen covering her. Pointing my wand at her, I muttered an incantation Severus had taught me.

Merle's shriek became louder as the spell pierced the sheen. A green substance, neither liquid nor gas, came pouring out of the opening.

Victory.

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A/N Hello everyone! Hope you were able to follow the chapter after my very long absence. I've had to cut the chapter a bit short, as it was getting too long and I had another couple of scenes to put in. They'll be in the next chapter. Armilla's teenage drama got in the way in this one.

Thank you to delacre, for the wonderful support she provides, and for the friendly reminder that the school holidays in Oz are nearly at end. True, and I just made it - I wanted to have this chapter out before returning to work with my new class.