Prisoners of Our Minds

The spiralling staircase to the headmaster's office came to a slow stop. Severus Snape stormed out with his black cloak billowing angrily behind him. Today was not a good day. Once again the incompetent sixth year Hufflepuff Ernie Macmillan saw fit to melt his long-suffering cauldron. Green frothing acid quickly ate its way through the thick oak benches. As the potion spread across the dungeon floor, hordes of Hufflepuffs ran shrieking from their tables, crashing into each other and the Ravenclaws. Snape scowled. It had taken a long time to resettle the Hufflepuffs and clean up the mess. But that was not the worst of it. The bumbling idiot, Hannah Abbott, chose that precise moment to drop her Advanced Potions book into her bubbling acidic potion. But rather than tipping the contents out of the cauldron to retrieve the book, Hannah dipped her hand into the acid, desperately trying to salvage its' contents. Snape shuddered as he watched the stupid girl withdraw her raw and boiled hand. The girl snivelled pitifully as Snape bellowed out an insult and issued a detention before sending her to the infirmary. Stupid Hufflepuffs, Snape thought savagely. Hogwarts must be the only school that encourages stupidity.

The headmaster's office door drew closer. Snape strode briskly towards it. With a tired sigh, Snape pushed the door open and strode into the cozy round office. Remus Lupin and Arthur Weasley were already there. Dumbledore looked up over his half-moon glasses and smiled.

"Ah, Severus. We've been waiting for you," Dumbledore said.

Severus scowled at Lupin and Weasley before sitting down in a plush armchair. "I'm sorry headmaster," Snape said darkly. "Some moronic Hufflepuffs saw fit to melt the dungeons."

Lupin grinned. "And it has nothing to do with your teaching I suppose?"

Snape narrowed his eyes at Lupin. "Remind me Lupin, how many days is it until the full moon rises again? I take it you have a fresh supply of Wolfsbane Potion? Or may be you can do without it. Let's see how you fair. We can floo the Dark Creatures Extermination Squad if you get too uncontrollable."

Lupin growled like the creature he became every month. Snape smirked triumphantly.

"Gentlemen," Dumbledore said sternly, "there is no need for spitefulness. We have more pressing matters to address."

The old rivals quietened but looked at one another suspiciously. Arthur Weasley cleared his throat. Dumbledore gestured for him to speak.

"Well," Arthur began, "as you all know the Ministry's started a witch hunt for the murderer of the Lilyfield girl. They're no closer to finding the culprit but they think it is a newly initiated Death Eater. It's customary for them to perform a murder as a form of sacrifice. "

Snape shifted feeling uncomfortable. He remembers the ritual well. I would not wish that torment upon my most hated enemy, he thought sadly.

"It's obvious that Voldemort's gathering supporters again," Arthur continued. "The problem is that we don't have a clue as to where he is hiding. The Ministry is frantically trying to find him and the escaped Death Eaters. Personally, I think the key lies with Lucius. If we trap him, then we've got Voldemort."

Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "Unfortunately Lucius is well protected and untouchable at present. He has international support. The hatred towards muggles is growing. I'm afraid the Death Eaters are indeed very successful in gathering supporters."

The four men grew silent.

"There is one other thing, headmaster," Arthur said. "Harry's dream. Have you given it any thought?"

Dumbledore furrowed his brow. "Yes Arthur. I have. I'm afraid we cannot dismiss it as a mere distraction. It is more than likely that Voldemort is looking for an item of ancient powers. He unwittingly revealed it to Harry and now we must find it before he does."

The three men looked startled. "What is this magic Voldemort seeks?" Snape asked.

Dumbledore looked at the three men ruefully. "I don't know Severus. We can only make assumptions based on the little we do know. Firstly, Harry tells us that Lucius searched Godric's Hollow for this item but found nothing. It puzzles me that an item of such dark magic could be found in Godric's Hollow. Secondly, our sorting Hat named the creator of the magic as Salazar Slytherin. Thirdly, Slytherin's weapon is within Hogwarts. So gentlemen, from the little we know, it is clear that we must find the weapon before Voldemort has the chance to harness its' powers and complete Slytherin's destructive work."

Snape scowled unhappily at the thought of Voldemort growing more powerful. Lupin and Arthur sat to his left, looking dumfounded.

"This magic," Snape began, "will lead Voldemort here."

Dumbledore nodded sadly. "Yes Severus, it most probably will."

The three men sank into deep thought again.

"This reminds me. Remus, would you like to be reappointed as the Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at this school? I am concerned about the students' safety. Your presence will greatly ease my fear," Dumbledore said kindly.

Remus look elated. "Of course, headmaster."

"Good," Dumbledore beamed. "Then you may go and settle into your room. I trust the same office and room as last time will suffice? You will find all your belongings already there."

"Oh yes, thank you Headmaster," Lupin said excitedly before walking out of the room.

Snape looked gloomy. Sometimes I wonder if Dumbledore's lost his marbles. Letting a werewolf into the school, that'll really keep the students safe, Snape thought sarcastically.

Dumbledore turned to Snape and stared into his eyes. A twinkle appeared in his eyes. "Come now Severus, you can't still harbour the same grudge for Remus. Two decades is a long time. Let the past be. Trouble always arises when the past is brought unwillingly into battle with the future. We must be above such pettiness," Dumbledore said gently.

Snape continued scowling, but nodded reluctantly. Arthur Weasley cleared his throat. "Pardon me, but there is one other thing we must discuss. A week ago in Diagon Alley, Severus slipped me a note. I will read it to you headmaster. 'Death Eaters at the Malfoy's, present company excluded. Will find out more.' I think Severus had better explain the situation," Arthur said.

"I was in the Apothecary a week ago when I saw McNair. He told me of a gathering at the Malfoy Manor. I don't think he realised that the invitation somehow missed me," Snape said darkly. "I'm afraid Voldemort might doubt my allegiance. In any case, I'm afraid I might have missed some vital information that could undermine our progress."

Snape watched Dumbledore as he pondered the situation. "Well Severus, it appears we must withdraw you from your post immediately. If Voldemort suspects you of betraying him, then I fear you are in grave peril."

"No!" Snape demanded. "Please don't headmaster, it could be a trick. Voldemort could be testing me. If I leave now, then it only confirms his suspicions. I will no longer be privy to information from the inner circle. It does not advance our cause in any way. Let me remain at my post. Let me learn what I can in the time that is given to me."

Dumbledore nodded but looked worried. "I fear that your thirst for redemption will inevitably lead to your downfall. I will allow you to remain at your post because it is your deepest wish. But you must promise me to take heed. Do not ignore the signs of danger when they arise. I would rather have my loyal ally, friend and potion master by my side than sacrifice him to the vilest of men."

Severus looked embarrassed at the compliment, but nodded in agreement. "I must return to my class," Severus grimaced. "Gryffindors and Slytherins. Always a drama."

Dumbledore chuckled. "I wish you luck Severus," he said, "please send Harry up to my office when the lesson ends. I should wish to speak to him."

Snape looked at the headmaster oddly. There were so many mysteries to the man that it was impossible for him to fathom them all. "Yes headmaster," Snape said as he stood up. He nodded to Arthur before sweeping out of the room.

Potions with the Gryffindors and Slytherins, Snape thought gloomily. Merlin give me patience.

*

The students of Hogwarts filed into the Great Hall with rumbling stomaches. Plates of sandwiches, pies, sausage rolls, roasted potatoes and assorted vegetables were catered for the famished students. Harry strode into the hall along with everyone else. He spotted Hermione on the Gryffindor table reading a thick set of manuscripts. Ron was already wolfing down a chicken and mushroom pie and going for seconds. Harry joined them and helped himself to some sandwiches. Hermione looked up and grinned.

"Good to see you're appetite's back," she said in a motherly fashion. Harry nodded and grinned back. Since returning to Hogwarts, Harry's spirits had improved dramatically. The very walls echoed with welcome and affection. Funny that, Harry pondered. These very walls preserve the most unfathomable evil, yet I feel so safe.

He turned to Ron and remembered to inform him of quidditch practice. "Hey Ron, Ron!" Harry yelled. Ron had buried his head in his plate and could not hear Harry calling him. Hermione rolled her eyes and jabbed him with the back of her fork.

"ERGH!" Ron groaned. "Wha' di' you do 'at fa'?"

"Honestly Ronald Weasley! You should know better than to talk with your mouth full! Harry wants to speak to you," Hermione said, gesturing at Harry.

"There's a quidditch meeting at seven," Harry said with a nervous voice. "We should seriously consider new beaters and chasers for the team. We should also vote on a captain. I'm the only one running but I still think we should vote. You know, to make things official."

Ron waved his fork absently. "Don't worry about it mate. You'll be fine. I can't think of anyone who won't vote for you."

Harry beamed. His friends were always there to support him and right then he felt very privileged. Harry looked over at Hermione who was still busy reading.

"What've you got there Hermione?" Harry asked.

"The decree of the Founders. It's a copy of the original made sometime in the 16^th Century," Hermione said as she scanned the pages. "I don't think there's a mention of their legacy. I'm wasting my time." She sighed in exasperation as she carefully rolled up the manuscript before putting it into her bag.

Harry felt slightly disappointed. "Well, we can look elsewhere," he said optimistically.

"Yes, we can," Hermione nodded, "but we can't right now because we should be down in the dungeons. Come on Ron, finish what you're eating."

Ron looked up wistfully from his unfinished plate of food. "But I'm not done yet," he whined.

"Oh yes you are," Hermione said as she dragged him towards the door. Reluctantly, Ron obeyed and followed sulkily. Harry chuckled as he followed his two best friends out of the hall.

The three Gryffindors wandered down to the dungeons. None were eager to attend their first potions lesson. Although Harry's OWLs results showed that he had managed a 'Dreadful' grade for potions, he was still uncomfortable with the thought of studying advanced potions. Since auror training required advanced potions, Harry had narrowly managed a position in the class. Surprisingly enough, Neville Longbottom had also managed a 'Dreadful' and will be joining them in advanced potions. Like Harry, Neville was dedicated to a life as an auror. Admittedly he needs help like me, Harry thought, but he has the determination to succeed. After all, he's doing it for his parents. I'm a little like that I suppose.

The dungeon was stifling. Not even the strongest wind could penetrate the heavily cemented room. The Slytherins were already seated on one side of the room. They pointed and hissed as the Gryffindors entered and took their seats.

"Evil gits," Ron scowled.

Hermione elbowed Ron in the ribs. "Don't encourage them," she whispered. Then she turned towards Harry and handed him the Encyclopaedia of Dark Arts. "Have a look at this in your spare time," Hermione said.

Harry took the book and began reading immediately. He couldn't wait until he had a spare moment.

"Mr. Potter," A cold snarl floated across the room. "Perhaps you have lost what little is left of your brain over the summer. This is Potions class, not Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Harry looked up to see Snape glaring down at him. "Sorry professor," he mumbled before putting the book away.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. The Slytherins snickered.

Snape continued to glare at him. "Ten points from Gryffindor for not paying attention in my class," he barked. The Gryffindors groaned collectively. The lesson had scarcely begun and Snape had already successfully taken points from Gryffindor. Harry fumed inwardly.

"Londbottom!" Snape started again. "Tell me, what happens when I add mandrake secretion with asphodel and wormwood?"

Neville looked flushed and looked around the room wildly. "I-I don't know sir," he muttered softly.

Snape narrowed his eyes at Neville. "Are you telling me that you failed to read the assigned summer homework?"

Neville nodded meekly. "Twenty points from Gryffindor!" Snape barked. The Gryffindors groaned collectively again. Harry threw a mental curse at the potions master.

Having satisfactorily deducted points from Gryffindor, Snape was able to conduct the lesson. "Advanced Potions is one of the most challenging courses this school has to offer. It is not for the incompetent and lazy." Snape glared at the Gryffindors. "It is a subtle art that elevates those who possess the predisposition to greatness."

Harry groaned inwardly again. He had heard this speech many years ago. Snape was incapable of changing his stale repertoire. Nor was he able to overcome his bitterness towards life. Harry slumped back in his chair. This was going to be a long lesson.

"The art of Potions is dangerous. Today we will be looking at the Draught of the Living Death. Its' very existence has caused considerable controversy. For the sake of objective enquiry, we will study it as part of the curriculum. The ingredients required for this potion are lethal. However, I have modified the concoction to make the effects less deadly. Unlike Mr. Longbottom, I trust the rest of you have read the allocated texts. I have prescribed mandrake secretion as a part of the ingredients so that the potion will not place the hapless drinker under eternal slumber. However, the effects are severe enough. If one of you should so much as touch the potion then you may expect to spend the rest of the school year in the infirmary. Now, pair off and report to me when you have completed the potion."

Harry paired off with Ron while Hermione paired with Neville. After gathering the necessary supplies, the four Gryffindors began to work on their bench. But Harry's mind was not on the deadly potion, but on Voldemort and Slytherin's weapon.

What could it be? He thought irritably. He turned to watch Hermione crushing snake fangs.

"Harry," Hermione said, not looking up, "keep your mind on the potion. We can talk about it later."

Harry was startled. She had read his mind. Harry turned back to the potion and threw a few lacewing flies into the cauldron. Neville beside him stirred his cauldron nervously, desperate not to make a mistake. Soon the potion turned a rich red colour that looked eerily like blood.

"Well, now we have to wait twenty minutes before we can add the sliced asphodel," Hermione said. She then pulled out Hogwarts a History and began to read a book-marked page.

"Ah ha!" Hermione called-out. Harry jumped and turned to look at her.

"What?" he asked.

Hermione gestured for Ron and Harry to come closer. Then in a hushed voice, Hermione revealed what she had found. "It says in Hogwarts a History that Helga Hufflepuff's elixir contains a mystical plant secretion called Endymion's nectar. It is said to grow on the island of Avalon." Hermione furrowed her brow. "That's a legendary place. No one has ever found it."

Harry felt his heart rate quicken. At last, they had found something. "Does it say whether anyone can make the elixir? Are there any left in existence?" he asked anxiously.

Hermione shook her head wistfully. "It says that only the heir can find Endymion's nectar. Looks like we'll have to find another heir."

Ron groaned. "That's just brilliant. We haven't found the first one yet and now there's another. I say we approach every Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and ask outright whether they've felt the inner calling. It's better than sitting around here in this stuffy old dungeon," Ron said pulling at his robes around the collar. The bubbling cauldrons were making the dungeon even hotter than before.

"Um, Hermione?" a soft voice called out hesitantly. The three Gryffindors were so deep in conversation that they failed to hear Neville talking.

"Hermione? Does this say graphorn hide? Do I add the sliced graphorn now?" Neville asked again, a little louder than before.

"Yes Neville, slice it," Hermione said absently.

Neville looked at her uncertainly before gathering a small portion of sliced graphorn into his left hand. Just as he was about to drop the graphorn into his cauldron, a hand shot out and grabbed his arm.

"Longbottom you idiot, what do you think you're doing?" a cold voice hissed.

"OW!" Neville wailed.

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked up suddenly to see Draco gripping Neville's arm with a malicious glare in his eyes. Harry and Ron launched themselves at Draco and promptly knocked him onto the ground.

"Don't touch him you slimy git!" Ron howled.

"What is going on?" Snape shouted above the rabble. A crowd had gathered around the three boys. "Break it up, NOW!"

Harry and Ron finally let go of Draco. Slowly, Draco stood up and dusted his black robes indignantly. He glared at the Gryffindors. Harry glared back.

"Mr. Malfoy, please tell us what just happened here," Snape said quietly.

"Well professor," Draco drawled, "I was walking to gather some more supplies when I noticed Longbottom eagerly slicing up pieces of graphorn hides. He must have mistaken sliced asphodel for sliced graphorn hides. It must be difficult for him to make such an obvious distinction." The Slytherins snickered while the Gryffindors flushed a deep scarlet. Neville hung his head, looking particularly miserable.

"Graphorn is extremely volatile in potions," Draco continued. "The nature of the ingredient repels any incompatible elements, as you well know. I was afraid that the potion would explode and endanger us all."

Harry felt his face heat up. Damn Malfoy, he thought vehemently, pretending to be a saint. Only Snape could buy into this charade.

Snape grinned at Draco's words and turned towards Neville like the Grim Reaper. "Well Longbottom, what have you to say for yourself?"

"I-I-er-sir-well-" Neville stuttered.

"SILENCE!" Snape bellowed. "Fifty points from Gryffindor."

"Fifty?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"That's right Miss Granger," Snape said narrowing his eyes at her, "and a further ten points from Gryffindor for your negligence!"

Hermione blanched. Harry felt his stomach drop. Snape had deducted all the points Gryffindor had earned that day. Harry saw Ron clench his fists and placed a hand on Ron's arm to calm him.

"Furthermore Miss Granger, you will serve detention with Mr. Longbottom for a week. You will also receive zero for this project. Report to me tonight at seven in my office for your detention. Fifty points to Mr. Malfoy for his vigilance," Snape said triumphantly. Draco managed a tight smile before returning to his bench.

The Gryffindors finished off their potions glumly while listening to the Slytherins impersonate Neville. For Harry, the end of the lesson could not have come sooner.

"I'm so sorry," Neville apologised.

"It's not your fault Neville," Hermione said kindly. "I should have been paying attention and I wasn't. I am also to blame."

"Smarmy bint!" Ron yelled as the students left the dungeon. "Did you see him? Gloating with the Slytherins! If I could, I'd smash a bludger into his arrogant face. See how he likes that."

"Actually," Harry said with some thought, "I don't think he was gloating."

"Neither do I," Hermione said with a nod. "Malfoy's been acting really strangely lately. I've been watching him. He seems more detached. Something's on his mind, I can feel it."

Ron made a disgusted face at Hermione. "I'm going to clean my ears out. I'm suffering from a wax build up. Did I hear you say you were watching Malfoy?"

"Yes," Hermione said plainly, "not like that Ron. I've been observing his behaviour, that's all. He's not as vindictive as before. He watches us a great deal."

"He could be spying," Harry offered.

Hermione shook her head. "I don't think so. It seems like he wants something from us. He's also helping us, sort of. Look at just then in Potions. He didn't have to prevent Neville from adding the graphorn powder. We could have been in serious trouble."

"As opposed to now?" Ron asked, "Snape's taken every point we've earned today and you're on detention!"

"Yes," Hermione sighed in exasperation, "but we could have been put into a deep sleep for a whole year! However, the potion would not have reached the whole class. Malfoy was lying. Neville was about to add a hand full of sliced graphorn hide, that's not enough to make the potion explode and cover everyone. It would've only harmed us because we were closest to Neville."

"Maybe he's planning something," Harry said. He wasn't convinced that Draco had suddenly discovered his humane side.

"Maybe," Hermione said slowly. "Well, we can figure this out later. I've got Arithmancy now. I'll speak with you at dinner." With that Hermione disappeared around the corner.

"Mr. Potter," a cold snarl called out.

Oh no, Harry thought desperately, hide! But his legs would not move. Reluctantly, Harry turned around to see Snape walking towards him.

"The headmaster requires an audience with you," Snape scowled.

Harry looked at the Potions professor in wonder. Dumbledore wants to see me? How could that be? I thought he was still afraid of Voldemort using me as a weapon, he thought.

"Mr. Potter, please command your legs to move. I hope you have enough brain capacity to master such a simple task," Snape said darkly.

Harry threw Ron a confused look then followed Snape towards Dumbledore's office.

*

Luna fell into a soft blue armchair with a sigh. Outside, the rain was hammering down mercilessly on the windowpanes. It had been a long day. Care of Magical Creatures was a harrowing experience. A bedraggled and soaked group of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs stood outside Hagrid's hut to learn about magical birds. Hagrid introduced augureys as today's topic and insisted that everyone pet his new augurey, 'Peppy'. The only problem was, Peppy was not a particularly friendly bird. Not only did Peppy look mournful and sound like the unavenged dead, but she also took on the nasty habit of pecking at people's eyes. A few injured Ravenclaws were sent to the infirmary feeling miserable and cold. Luna sighed as she rose slowly and headed for her dormitory. The common room was filling with incoming Ravenclaws. No one paid any attention to Luna. Quietly, she entered her room and shut the door. She didn't want anyone to watch her when she talked to her mother. They would not understand. They would think she was crazy. But she was not crazy. She really could talk to her mother.

Luna reached under her pillow and drew out the ceremonial sword. She twirled it expertly between her fingers. A thought occurred to her. Why is it that I can hear her but never see her? She wondered. Ginny's words echoed in her mind. How does it all work?

"Why the long face my dear?" a dreamy voice filled the room.

Luna looked up. There wasn't anyone there, but she knew it was her mother. She smiled.

"Hello mum," she said happily.

"Hello dear. Something on your mind?"

"Yes, sort of. Why is it that I can't see you?"

Her mother laughed resonantly. It was a rich and sweet laugh. "I'm not sure you want to see me. The experiment that killed me did not leave me in one piece. When we die, we take on the form of our last moments alive and so I've made myself invisible to you," she said wistfully.

Luna raised an eyebrow to no one in particular. "Then how is it I can hear you? Is it your spirit speaking?" she asked.

"Yes, my spirit is speaking to you. I've asked the elders for permission to contact you. But it is you, my dear, who carries the real power. You are an intermediary between our two worlds," her mother said.

Luna nodded. She had suspected such an arrangement. "I've read about them, intermediaries that is. They're born with the gift aren't they?"

"Yes," her mother said gently, "but it is also a great burden to be an intermediary. The need for intermediaries arises when there is great trouble in the world. Being the messenger is not always easy."

"Trouble?" Luna asked with interest. "What sort of trouble precisely?"

"Oh my dear, you know the rules. I can only reveal things in good time," her mother said sadly. Luna nodded.

"Now Luna, there is something you must do for me," her mother said quietly.

Luna felt her ears perk up. Her mother rarely asked her to do things. This must be important. "Yes?" she asked breathlessly.

"The Potters wish to speak with you and Ron," her mother said seriously.

Luna was surprised. "The Potters? You know the Potters? They want to speak to Ron and me? Ron can see spirits as well?" she asked.

"Yes, I know the Potters. They are well but they are anxious to reach Harry. Seeing as they can't speak to him, they must go through you and Ron. Harry might find the thought of speaking with the dead unbelievable, but if you and Ron have seen us, then he must believe you," her mother said sensibly.

Luna nodded thoughtfully. "When would you like to see us?"

"Tomorrow evening, after dinner. Make sure you two are alone," her mother said.

Luna chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. "How about the library? We could go to the last row of books, no one will overhear us there."

"Perfect," her mother said.

There was a brief silence. Then a thought occurred to Luna. Perhaps the Potters knew of Harry's demise. Maybe they wanted to warn him before it is too late. "Is Harry in danger?" she asked fretfully.

"You are all in danger. We have been very worried. You must be on your guard. These days ahead will prove most difficult and treacherous, Luna. Promise me you will be careful," her mother said with a quivering voice.

Luna widened her eyes in surprise and fear. She has never heard her mother speak this way. "Of course mum, I promise," she said as calmly as she could muster.

Her mother sighed in relief. "Good, now Luna, I need you to do something else," she dropped the level of her voice, "I think you should go for a walk to Hagrid's hut."

The room became eerily silent. Luna felt her heart rate quicken considerably. It's a code! Something is about to happen down in Hagrid's hut. I must go immediately, she thought as she rose to her feet.

"Goodbye my dear. I shall speak with you tomorrow," her mother called as Luna headed for the door.

Just as she was about to walk out of the room, Luna suddenly spun around and stared into the empty space behind her. "I love you mum," she said softly.

"I love you too dear," her mother said behind her.

Luna closed the door and bolted down the stairs. She hurtled through the common room. Several Ravenclaw girls muttered a few insults as she pushed past them. Luna wound down the long narrow stairs of Ravenclaw Tower as quickly as she could before dashing through the Great Hall. She burst through the doors onto the Hogwarts grounds and jogged across the soggy fields. Hagrid's hut stood in front of the imposing Forbidden Forest. A light was on inside the hut. Luna ran up to it and hammered at the door.

"HAGRID!" she yelled above the rain. "It's Luna! Open up!"

There was no reply. As Luna hopped impatiently from foot to foot in the rain, the door slowly opened. Luna heaved a sigh of relief and dashed inside. The warm glow of the hut was inviting. Hagrid handed her a towel for her to dry off and keep warm. Luna looked at Hagrid. Something was not right. The room had a mournful air. Fang looked at her from the corner of the room forlornly.

"What are you doin' here?" Hagrid asked, not looking at her.

"I, well, I..." Luna stuttered. There was really no reason for her to be there. "I'm here to see how you're doing," she managed weakly.

"Well I'm fine thank you Luna," Hagrid said with a sniff. He cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes. Luna noticed that his cheeks were blotchy and his eyes were red and watery.

"You've been crying," she said softly, "would you like to talk about it?"

Hagrid shook his head bravely. "No," he said.

Hagrid trotted over to the kettle and put it over the fire. Luna noticed that he was clutching a letter in his right hand. A strange serpentine seal was visible to her.

"What's that you got there?" Luna said pointing at the letter.

"It's nothin'," Hagrid insisted.

It took a moment for Luna to recognise the seal. "That's a Malfoy seal!" she said excitedly. "I've noticed it on Draco's letters from his father. If I'm not mistaken, that's from Lucius Malfoy."

Hagrid let out a great sob and blew his nose noisily into a spotty handkerchief.

"It's true! It's true!" he wailed. "He's taken Olympe! The brute! The villain!"

Luna looked puzzled.

"Madame Maxime to you students. We parted ways last year after visitin' the giants and she was headin' for Beaubaxton. I thought she would be safe. I hadn't heard from her for a while but I figured she musta' been busy. I never thought the Dark Lord's got her! They send me a lock of her hair," Hagrid said sadly as he showed Luna a strand of black hair.

Luna shuddered as she walked over to Hagrid. She placed an arm around his massive shoulders. "That's most distressing," she said. "What would they want with Madame Maxime?"

"I don' know!" Hagrid wailed again. "But the letter said something about a scroll. They want it, but I don't have any scrolls! Except for The Illustrated Adventures of Krumpus the Swedish Short Snout. They bloody evil git's daft! Why Olympe? They shoulda taken me instead!"

Luna patted Hagrid compassionately. "Have you told Dumbledore?"

"Naw," Hagrid sniffed, "he's too busy. Business with the Order and some such, don't want to bother him. I'm goin' to get Olympe back meself."

Hagrid rose and reached for his crossbow tucked away in his closet. Luna's eyes widened. I can't let him leave like this! She thought frantically. He'll get himself killed.

"Hagrid," she said putting a hand on his beefy arms, "do you know where you're going? Where do you think the Dark Lord has her?"

Hagrid paused for a moment and screwed up his face. "I dunno," he muttered dejectedly, "Malfoy's Manor?"

"I don't think so," Luna said shaking her head. "That would be too obvious. I think the Dark Lord has her with him. Somewhere even Dumbledore can't find."

Hagrid slumped down on a chair and sobbed into his hands. His voice rumbled so loudly that the teacups on the table began to shake.

"I dunno what to do!" he wailed.

Luna sighed. "Come with me, we'll go see Dumbledore. He'll know what to do. May be he can tell us what this scroll is and why the Dark Lord wants it so much."

"I'm not giving that evil git a thing!" Hagrid stormed.

"Of course we won't," Luna soothed, "but if we know what it is he wants, we'll have leverage over him. Now come on Hagrid, let's go see Dumbledore."

Luna led Hagrid from his hut. Together, they hastened across the soggy grounds of Hogwarts under the shades Hagrid's pink umbrella, in search of Dumbledore.

*

Albus Dumbledore sat back in his leather armchair with a sigh. At his age, it was always nice to just sit and rest a while. Instinctively, he reached for a lemon drop inside his sweets jar. He placed the small lolly inside his mouth and grinned happily. Moments like these were rare, moments of peace and quiet in an otherwise tumultuous world. The rain pattered softly against the roof. Fawkes cooed softly from his stand by Dumbledore's desk. Many of the old headmasters were snoring quietly in their portraits, except for Phineas who was eyeing everyone suspiciously. Dumbledore waved at Phineas but he only sneered back before disappearing into another one of his portraits. Not long now, Dumbledore thought with a wry grin, until the peace is broken. I sense a shift in the air. Something is about to happen. Something dreadful.

Almost on cue, Snape burst through the door with Harry trailing behind him. Dumbledore looked away from Harry and fixed his gaze on Snape. It was clear that Voldemort still used legilimency to manipulate Harry.

"Good afternoon Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore said amiably.

"Good afternoon headmaster," Snape said.

"You asked for me Professor Dumbledore?" Harry inquired.

Dumbledore smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "Indeed Harry, please take a seat."

Snape and Harry each took a chair opposite the headmaster.

"How are you Harry?" Dumbledore asked sincerely.

"Well thank you," Harry said woodenly.

"I must commend you on your OWLs results," Dumbledore said kindly. "Three OWLs is certainly very pleasing." Considering the traumas of the past year, you did very well indeed, he thought sadly.

"Thank you Professor," Harry said not looking at him.

"Well, I'm sure you are wondering why Professor Snape has brought you here," Dumbledore said glancing briefly from Harry to Snape.

"Yes Professor," Harry said without a trace of emotion.

"I thought it fitting to return some belongings of yours. Both of which at one time belonged to your father," he said.

Harry suddenly snapped to attention. "My father?" he asked.

"Yes Harry," Dumbledore said as he reached under his desk to retrieve Harry's possessions.

Dumbledore pulled out an oval shield. It was silver in colour and beautifully polished. The light danced around it playfully and illuminated the room. In the middled of the shield sat a finely cut garnet stone about the size of Harry's fist. Intricate patterns decorated the border of the shield. On the inside, four miniatures of the Founders could be seen. Dumbledore ran his long fingers along the exquisite shield before handing it to Harry.

"Your father left all his possessions to me so that I can pass it on to you at the appropriate time. I feel that you are old enough to appreciate the powers that you hold," Dumbledore said as he stood up.

With one swift move, Dumbledore lifted Gryffindor's sword from the mantle. "That shield you hold belonged to Godric Gryffindor. You are of course already familiar with this sword. It is now yours also. Take good care of them and do not use them hastily or thoughtlessly. The ancient magic that courses through your body is hard to tame. But it is imperative that you control what is inherently within you, or else it will consume you. Take heed Harry," Dumbledore said seriously.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Harry's expression change from bewilderment to recognition. He is a bright boy, he thought proudly. He understands his destiny and he accepts it so willingly.

"There is one other thing," Dumbledore said as he pulled out a worn parchment from his drawer. "I found this among Barty Crouch Junior's things when we cleared out his office. It was tucked away in a corner of the bookshelf. I must apologise for the delay in finding it. But I believe you were the one who lent this to him and so it belongs to you. I am returning it," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye.

Harry eyed the parchment and a look of surprise crossed his face. It was the Marauder's Map. Snape also eyed the parchment suspiciously. Although he did not know the uses of the parchment, Snape was well aware that it was an object of mischief.

"Professor Dumbledore, I don't think it wise-," Snape began.

"Now, now Professor Snape," Dumbledore said cutting him off, "this parchment rightfully belongs to Harry. I would not wish to deprive him of his possessions. He will use it wisely I am sure."

Dumbledore noticed Harry looking at him. A look of gratitude crossed the young boy's face. "Thank you headmaster," he said softly.

"No need to thank me Harry," he said kindly. "Your rights and safety are my foremost concerns. I have been informed of your encounter with Voldemort in your dreams Harry. This worries me greatly. I think it imperative that you resume your occlumency classes with Professor Snape."

Harry gasped and Snape scowled. But neither dared to object. "Yes Professor," Snape muttered darkly.

Dumbledore grinned. "Thank you Professor Snape, I am glad that you recognise the severity of the situation. As to you Harry, be a diligent and respectful student. I'm sure the two of you will learn to set your differences aside. It is just a matter of time."

"Yes Professor," Harry muttered sounding somewhat unconvinced.

Dumbledore clapped his hands together joyously. "Well, then we are agreed. Now I think you had better go down to dinner before the house elves clear the tables."

Just as Professor Snape was ushering Harry towards the exit, two people stumbled through the door. Dumbledore watched as two soaking wet figures emerged from the shadows.

"Ah, Hagrid. What brings you to my office on a day like this?" Dumbledore asked with concern in his voice.

"It's no good Professor. It's no good at all!" Hagrid wailed.

"Now calm down Hagrid and tell me all that has happened from the beginning," Dumbledore said soothingly.

Slowly, through much sobbing and hiccoughing, Hagrid recounted the contents of Lucius' letter. Snape and Harry remained fixated from where they stood and listened intently. Luna, who was aware of the situation, completed Hagrid's story when the half-giant found it too hard to continue.

"So ya see Professor, I need to go now before he does something to Olympe," Hagrid implored.

"Steady on Hagrid," Dumbledore said sternly. "I see no need for you to leave. It is a very serious and dangerous situation. I doubt there is much you can do on your own. I shall inform the Ministry of the situation immediately. Furthermore, I will alert the Order of the Phoenix. Leave it to the aurors Hagrid, they will find Madame Maxime."

Hagrid looked at Dumbledore woefully but nodded slowly. "Yes Professor," he mumbled.

"Now Miss Lovegood, would you please take Hagrid back to his hut? Make sure he gets a nice hot cup of tea to calm his nerves," Dumbledore said.

Luna nodded and led Hagrid out of the office. Professor Snape shot Dumbledore a troubled glance before sweeping out of the office with Harry in tow. Dumbledore sighed as the door closed. And so it begins again, he thought sadly. What are you up to Voldemort? How do I anticipate your actions? How do I stop you? Is it all up to the boy? Must I sacrifice Harry for the sake of the world? I feel so tired. I long for sleep. Peaceful, uninterrupted, eternal sleep.

But he could not sleep. Not yet. Slowly Dumbledore rose from his chair and walked to the fireplace. After informing Cornelius Fudge of the situation, he also alerted Alastor Moody and the Order of Madame Maxime's disappearance. Having fulfilled his promise to Hagrid, Dumbledore retreated to his library. It was a small alcove of the most rare and ancient books. Now Hagrid mentioned something about a scroll, he mused as he perused the shelves. So Slytherin's weapon must take on the form of a scroll. But what could it contain? He pulled out several tattered books and began to read intently. He longed for the answers to his many questions. It wasn't until the numerous candles burnt to the end of their wicks that Dumbledore finally closed his books and retired to bed.

*

The overcast sky gave way to stars as the night wore on. A light chilly breeze blew across the deserted quidditch field. Draco stood on the edge of the pitch absorbing the quietness and beauty of the night. His silver blonde hair danced gracefully in the wind. Slowly he climbed onto his broom and kicked off from the ground. Effortlessly, the broom soared to an unreachable height. It was chilly from the high altitude. The cold night air cut into Draco and he shivered involuntarily. But he liked to be far away from land, to be far away from this world, to be far away from his earthly troubles. Draco closed his eyes as the broom circled the grounds lazily. I'm free, he thought for a brief moment. I'm loved. I have parents waiting for me back at home. They're sitting by the fire reading my letters. Mother would smile and compliment my good grades. Father would kiss her lightly on the forehead and read the letter over her shoulder. He would say how he couldn't wait until I got home so that we could spend Christmas together. I wouldn't be Draco. I would be somebody else. Anybody else.

Draco opened his eyes. He stared at the twinkling stars, shining brightly above him. He sighed. For a moment he had believed his dreams. For a moment he could escape the realities that imprisoned his mind. It was not fair. He had to wake up. He couldn't dream forever. He always had to wake up. Potter doesn't have to wake up, he thought darkly. Potter always has someone. He doesn't fall alone. Everyone protects him. Everyone loves him. He doesn't have to face the harsh realities that I always have to face.

Out of curiosity, Draco had walked down to the quidditch fields at seven o'clock. He knew the Gryffindors had booked the pitch for practice. He wanted to see Harry voted captain. Draco watched as the Gryffindors unanimously voted for Harry. A loud roar of cheers went up and the Gryffindor team congratulated a beaming Harry. Draco was leaning against a pillar, concealed in the shadows, as he watched the Gryffindor team train. They worked hard, but they had something else that the Slytherins could never have. Friendship. Draco watched as Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan congratulated each other on making the positions of beaters. He watched as Ginny pushed their new chaser, Lavender Brown, out of the way when a bludger approached her. He watched as another chaser, Euan Abercrombie apply bandages to Ron's bleeding knee. They laughed, they joked and they cheered each other on. It's a weakness, he had thought irritably. There's no such thing as true friendship. It's all a lie. Lies don't make you happy. They make you weak. But he didn't really believe it himself. The words sounded comforting. It eased his loneliness. It gave him some semblance of control.

In truth, Draco had little control over anything. Lucius had written to inform him that all was well with his mother, which Draco didn't believe. The plan for the abduction of two Hogwarts students was still in progress. Lucius said he will keep Draco posted on any further developments. The letter had burst into flames moments after Draco finished reading.

Draco brought his broom to the ground. He disembarked and stalked back to the school. What the hell am I going to do? He thought desperately. How do I get out of this one? There were no answers waiting for him. His dark mark still burned. Sometimes the pain was so unbearable that he felt like severing his arm. In his sleep, nightmares plagued his mind. There was blood everywhere. The girl looked at him. Tears framed her eyes. The dagger shone in the candlelight. I killed her, he thought miserably. I didn't want to. I really didn't. But they won't believe me. Who do I turn to?

The corridors of Hogwarts were deserted. Draco wondered aimlessly around the school hoping that sleep would overtake him. But he was cursed to feel the torment of sleeplessness. Quietly, Draco approached the library. Perhaps he could occupy his mind for a few hours in there. He parted the doors and strolled inside. There was someone sitting in an armchair. Her back was to him. By the dim candlelight, the girl strained to read the words on an old, worn piece of parchment. Her dark curly brown hair spilled over her shoulder and onto the back of her armchair. Draco knew her in an instant.

"Hello there mudblood. A little past your bedtime isn't it?" he sneered.

Hermione jumped in her seat. Draco relished the sight of her agitation.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Go on, I dare you to tell a teacher. You'll be in as much trouble as I am. You're not supposed t be out of bed either," she whispered harshly.

Draco grinned at her deviously. "Don't get your panties in a knot. I'm not going to rat on you," he said casually.

Hermione eyed him suspiciously. "You're not?"

"No," Draco said. He placed his broom on the floor by his feet. "What are you reading?"

"None of your business," Hermione snapped.

Draco leaned over and effortlessly snatched the parchment out of her hand. Hermione yelped in anger. Draco glanced down and saw numerous squiggles littered across the page.

"What the hell is this?" he asked in confusion.

"None of your business!" Hermione insisted again before snatching the parchment back.

"Keep it down woman. You'll wake the whole castle," Draco drawled.

Hermione looked murderous. "Why are you even here Malfoy?" she hissed. "You've probably come to spy on us. Reporting to your Death Eater father every now on then on Harry's progress are you? Any more malicious plans up your sleeves? Still coming up with brilliant ideas to kill us? You really are something Malfoy. How can anyone be born with so much venom? Do you even feel anything?" Hermione raged.

Draco blanched. His skin turned a pasty white in the candlelight. He blinked and a cold rage settled over his eyes. Draco saw Hermione shudder.

Control yourself, he thought inwardly. Don't get worked up, the mudblood isn't worth it.

"Are you quite finished?" he said calmly. Hermione looked confused. He did not rise to her bait. He did not attack her or harm her in any way. Draco grinned satisfactorily and picked up a random book from the shelves. Absently, he flipped through the book. Hermione huffed loudly but also returned to her parchment.

Time passed away quietly as the two Hogwarts students sat opposite one another in stony silence.

"Why were you flying so late?" Hermione asked finally. Her curiosity got the better of her.

"I don't have to answer your questions mudblood," Draco drawled coldly, not looking up from his book.

"What did muggles ever do to you?" Hermione asked.

Draco blinked and looked at her with incomprehension. "What do you mean?"

"What did we ever do to you? Why do you hate us so much?" she asked again.

"You're impure," Draco answered after a moment's hesitation. Nothing else came to mind.

"So what? So what if our blood is not purely wizard's blood? We look exactly like you. We think, feel, love, dream, hurt and hate just like you. We possess the talents you possess. We are born and we must die. We are constrained by the laws nature, the binds of time, the will of the fates and the consequences of our actions. We are just like you. Why do you hate your reflection? Are you so thoughtless that you follow the ill opinion of others willingly and blindly? I do not deserve your scorn Draco Malfoy and after all that you have subjected me to, I do not hate you," Hermione said emotively.

Draco could not form a coherent reply. He sat in his chair sulkily. Her words rang of truth and reason. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to understand or to think. She doesn't hate me, he thought incredulously. How can she not hate me? She must be lying. But Gryffindors had the strange habit of liking everything they see. Draco shook his head irritably and returned to his book.

Draco tried to recognise the letters on his book, but he couldn't concentrate. Hermione's words had bothered him. Or maybe it was something else. He didn't all. A strange sensation settled over him. Draco suddenly felt like there was something very familiar about the girl sitting in front of him. He had seen her somewhere before, in a dream perhaps. Draco's eyes fell on the parchment in Hermione's hand and a light drowsy feeling washed over him. A voice was struggling to break free inside of him. It was not his voice. It was the voice of a stranger. Words he would not say formed in his mind.

"How passionately you speak Rowena," this strange voice said.

Draco watched as Hermione blinked in surprise. But he couldn't really see her. The stranger had invaded his body. Hermione looked at Draco suspiciously. "What are you playing at Malfoy?"

"Don't you recognise me Rowena? It's Salazar. You're holding the same parchment you were holding the day I left you. Don't you remember? I found you by the lake. We both cried. We had never spent a day apart, not since we were children. You kissed my tears and held me tightly. You begged me to abandon my quest. You pleaded with me to stay. I loved you then Rowena. But I loved power more. I couldn't live by your morals and so I left. I retreated to the edge of the world and completed my work. Now I have two heirs to invoke the power I had created. You may successfully turn one against me, but the other will surely bring an end to this ridiculous world. Be warned Rowena, don't meddle in things that are beyond your control. Join me and you can be great. Defy me and your line will end with her. I will rip her apart and let the vultures feast on your heir. Be wise Rowena, you have been warned," the cold voice snarled.

The voice stopped and the light in Draco's eyes dimmed. Hermione watched in horror as Draco fell onto the ground and began to convulse. His body shook uncontrollably. Hermione ran to his side and placed his head on her lap. She stroked his hair soothingly and prayed to Merlin that he would wake up soon.

Draco felt the drowsiness leave him. The shadow was lifted and he opened his eyes. He couldn't' remember what had happened. He first sight was of Hermione peering down at him. He felt her hand resting on his head.

"Granger, why and I lying flat on my back with you on top of me?" he drawled lazily.

A look of shock crossed Hermione's face. Draco watched as she turned bright red and attempted to stand up.

"I wasn't-you were-I thought-" she stammered.

Draco grinned mischievously. "I'm not surprised really. It was only a matter of time before you confessed your undying love for me. I'm amazed it took you so long really. I hope you're not into nickers tossing. Very impractical, there not much I can do with women's underwear-"

"Oh shut up Malfoy," Hermione grumbled. "Something really strange happened. You called me Rowena and you thought you were Salazar. Then you fainted and started convulsing on the floor."

A dark looked crossed Draco's face. "Malfoys don't faint," he informed her pompously.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well this one does," she insisted. "You were just being stupid weren't you? It was all a joke?"

Draco looked at her and shook his head. He shivered. That was so weird, he thought. I don't remember any of it. Something severed me from my body. It's so cold. What did I say to her? Who spoke to her?

"Well then, if it wasn't you then it must have been Salazar," Hermione said doubtfully.

"Salazar's dead," Draco stated simply. "The dead don't speak."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "His spirit must have entered your body."

"That's disgusting," Draco said and made a face. "Some dead old wizard used my body? Doesn't he know who I am?"

Hermione rolled her eyes again. "Are you always this self-centred? Seriously Malfoy, Salazar must have picked you for a reason. There's something special about you," she said thoughtfully.

Draco snorted. "Of course there is something special about me. I'm blonde, a Slytherin prefect, a death eater's son and drop dead sexy in black pants. Honestly Granger, you have an unhealthy knack of stating the obvious," Draco said playfully.

Hermione prudently ignored his comments. "Have a look at the parchment," she said.

Draco looked at her. She trusts me, he thought disbelievingly. She actually wants me to help her.

"I don't want to," he said stubbornly.

Hermione glowered. "Fine," she said sounding offended.

Draco sighed. "Alright I'll have a look."

The Parchment still presented the same squiggles. It didn't make any sense to Draco.

"Where did you find this?" he asked.

"In Snape's closet," she said with a disgusted look. "There were doxies everywhere. I spent hours cleaning it."

Draco chuckled. "That serves you right for snogging Potter instead of paying attention in Potions."

Hermione yelped indignantly. "I was not snogging Harry!"

Draco snorted and turned back to the parchment. He willed the parchment to decode itself, but to no avail. He sighed irritably and handed the parchment back to Hermione.

"I don't know what you want me to see but I just can't see it. It's like a foreign language," he said as he rubbed his temples. Dawn was rapidly approaching. The candle had burnt out but the room grew considerably brighter. Draco stifled a yawn. It was impolite for a Malfoy to yawn in the company of others, unless it was a sarcastic and insulting yawn in which case it was acceptable.

Hermione looked at Draco then at the parchment. "A foreign language," she mused. "Of course! Malfoy you're a genius!"

"You're stating the obvious again," he muttered.

Hermione flew out of her chair and ran to the last isle of the library. A moment later she re-emerged clutching a set of thick and dusty books. She stumbled under the weight. Draco took some books from her to ease her load.

Hermione looked at him in surprise. "Thank you," she said.

"Mention it to anyone else and I'll make you drink hemlock," he muttered darkly.

Hermione grinned secretly behind him. "The parchment is in an ancient wizarding language. Furthermore it must be coded."

Hermione sat down and began to consult the books. Draco watched as she skilfully decoded the passage. Her quill flew over a spare piece of parchment. She muttered softly to herself as she transcribed the language into English. Draco felt the same sense of familiarity wash over him. He had seen her do this somewhere before. Was it in a dream or in another lifetime? He wondered.

Finally Hermione raised her head from her work. "I've got it," she said triumphantly.

"Let's see then," Draco ordered.

Hermione handed him her parchment and the two of them poured over the contents.

"Under seven leagues I am hiding,

Waiting to be found,

Eight men sit around me smiling,

Noble, wise and crowned.

Go where the sun sets day to day

Wait till the moon is blue,

Walk along the golden clay

And follow the path that's true.

Show my emblem to the people,

Be not fearful of their image,

This challenge is not for the feeble,

But those that share my courage.

Protect the light from evil and harm,

To the noble this magic hearkens,

Powers rest in the holder's palm,

To use when the road darkens."

Draco read and reread the passage. A look of confusing crossed his face.

"What is this light it speaks of?" he asked.

Hermione chewed her bottom lip in concentration. "The Wand of Light," she whispered. "It belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw."

Draco's eyes widened. "You don't believe that legend to you? I always thought you were a sensible sort of girl."

"I think it's true," she said sincerely. "This proves it."

"Who's in there?" A croaky voice interrupted their conversation. A cat mewed. It was Filch and Mrs. Norris. The two figures stood outside the door. Draco looked at Hermione in fear.

"Quick follow me," she whispered. Draco followed her retreating figure to the end of the library. He watched as she picked up a silver cloak from the ground. She threw it over herself and beckoned Draco to get under the cloak.

"Impressive," he whispered. He had always wanted an invisibility cloak. They were incredibly rare. He didn't know how she had obtained one.

Stealthily the two students navigated towards the exit. Filch and Mrs. Norris entered the library noisily.

"I know you're in there! Come out. You can't get away from me. You'll be expelled when I get my hands on you," Filch barked.

Draco and Hermione edged past him scarcely daring to breathe. Mrs. Norris looked up at them and mewed loudly. While the cat could sense their presence, her squib master could not see them.

"What is it my sweet?" Filch croaked. He looked around the library several times before walking into the room. He looked from shelf to shelf for the students.

"Hurry! While he's not looking," Hermione said as she pushed the library door open. The two students slid out of the library and ran as far as they could to the other end of the school.

When they were a safe distance from the library, Hermione removed the cloak.

"I think you'd better return to your dormitory," Hermione said authoritatively to Draco.

Draco smirked at her and sauntered away. Before he disappeared from view he turned around to address Hermione one last time. "This night never happened alright? Tell anyone and I'll hex you senseless," he said menacingly.

Hermione snorted. "I'd like to see you try. But alright Malfoy, I won't tell a soul that you conversing with a mudblood until five in the morning."

Draco nodded. "Alright Granger. Good night."

Draco headed for the dungeons with a sense of happiness. The feeling was completely alien to him. He couldn't understand why he was so happy. He didn't really want to contemplate it. Hermione was still a muggle who knew a few simple tricks. She still didn't compare to the pure blood wizards. But she was something, he thought. Draco scowled. Malfoys don't think kindly of inferiors. Draco stumbled into his dorm room and collapsed onto his bed with a satisfied sigh. Inferior or not, he had thoroughly enjoyed the time spent with Granger. You'll be exchanging quidditich tips with Harry and playing chess with Weasely next. Draco's mind scolded. He made a disgusted face and rolled over onto his side. The possibility was too heinous to be repeated in thought. As the sun came up, the fair-haired boy fell into a quiet, undisturbed sleep.

*

Cornelius Fudge yawned loudly in his opulent office. He signed his last document and headed for the door. It was quite late and his wife and son were probably waiting for him. Humming softly as he put on his great coat, Fudge was all ready to leave.

The door suddenly flew open. A tall blonde man stood in the centre of the doorway. Two dementors stood on either side of him. Fudge gasped.

"Hello Minister," Lucius drawled.

"Lucius," Fudge said in surprise. " How did you get in? Where's the guard?"

"I fed him to the dementors," Lucius said with a malicious grin.

"Oh," Fudge said with a hint of fear in his voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting an old friend," Lucius snarled.

"Right," Fudge stammered. He looked at the dementors uneasily. The room became chilly as they advanced on him.

"What do you want Lucius?" Fudge asked bewilderedly.

"I've brought papers for you to sign," Lucius said as he pulled out a roll of parchments from his coat pocket. "You will appoint these men as your advisors and various heads of departments."

Fudge looked at Lucius quizzically. He unrolled the parchments and scanned through the list of names.

"That's ridiculous," he said in disbelief. "These men have been accused of aiding Voldemort. They're records are tarnished, I can't appoint them."

"They were found innocent," Lucius stated.

"Even so, their moral characters were called into question. This is my institution and you can't do anything to discredit it," Fudge said as he puffed his chest out. "Your request is denied. I will not appoint these men."

Lucius glowered at him. He motioned the dementors to advance. Fudge watched in horror as the hooded figures approached him. One lowered his face to look at Fudge, except the creature had no eyes. Fudge shivered uncontrollably. Images of excruciating memories flooded his mind. Memory of his father dying, memory of his best friend killed under Grindelwald, memory of countless muggles lying dead and naked with the dark mark glowing brightly behind them. He heard the most ghastly and frightening screams. The most cruel and evil laughs. Fudge felt weak. His legs turned to jelly. The dementor drew closer. It's skeletal form longed for the nourishment of a human soul.

"No," Fudge whimpered. "Please make them stop!"

In an instant, the dementors backed away. Fudge looked at Lucius fearfully. "What do you want from me?" he asked between sobs.

"I want you to sign the papers," Lucius said as he threw the roll of parchments at Fudge. "It's very simple really."

Feeling dejected and helpless, Fudge reached for his quill and signed the papers. Lucius grinned satisfactorily and pocketed the documents quickly.

"You will no longer aid Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix. Break all ties with the man immediately. You will abandon the search for Olympe Maxime. From now on you will obey the wishes of the Dark Lord and answer to him only. I will return Fudge, and beware of the Dark Lord's wrath should you betray him," Lucius said as he turned towards the door.

Fudge stood up shakily. He had been humiliated and he didn't like the feeling. "You'll meet your comeuppance, you hear me Lucius?"

Lucius stopped at the door and turned back to the Minister. "I don't think so, Fudge," he said silkily. "Though you might, and soon. Send my regards to your lovely wife and you're young boy."

Fudge turned white. "You leave them alone. You won't touch them!"

Lucius glowered at Fudge. "Really? Don't push me Fudge, because you don't want know how far I will go."

Fudge watched as Lucius disappeared through the door and apparated with the dementors in tow. A stab of fear and hatred coursed through his body. Slowly he made his way downstairs. The guard Bernus was lying facedown, his soulless eyes stared at Fudge accusingly. Fudge shuddered. He would have trouble explaining this one. He tiptoed around the corpse then apparated from the Ministry. With any luck, he could convince the investigators that Bernus had died after he had left. Fudge re-emerged in his living room. His wife and child were already asleep. With a heavy heart, the Minister also retired to bed. His unclear conscience haunted him and it would not be cleared for a long time.