Under Moon and Sun
Do You Trust Me?
Me?
Blaise hesitated, for a second before smoothly replying, “The
list, Professor?”
McGonagall waved it under his nose, “Yes, this list, Mr
Zabini.”
“Its people Myrtle asked me to invite to her Death-Day party
next week.”
Both professors stared at him in surprise.
Blaise nodded his head, “Yes professor.
responsible for her death has been identified, she feels it’s about time she
started enjoying her death.”
“I see.” McGonagall
said. The expression on Snape’s face
clearly indicated that he didn’t believe a word of it, “Why would she ask you,
of all people, to do it, Zabini?”
Blaise turned to face him, “During the worst of the…
treatment I received from my housemates, I found it a convenient place to
hide. We became quite friendly.
regularly. They, I believe, are helping
to organise it.” Both professors looked
even more surprised at this. “Weasley
had heard about it from, I presume, Potter and wanted to know if he was on the
list. When I answered no beg began
trying to grab the list from me, demanding to see who was on it.”
finished. Ron gaped at him, his mouth
opening and closing like a fish’s.
“I did not! I just
want to know what’s going on!” Ron argued, finding his voice.
“If it makes that much difference to you, Weasley, have a
look at the damn thing.” Blaise said
resigned. McGonagall, after another look
at him handed the red head the list. By
the time Ron had finished looking at it, he was even more confused.
professor.
The two professors stepped away, conversing quietly, while
Snape glared at Ron. After a few moments,
they turned back to the boys. Ron
immediately began, “Professor…”
“uietuiet, Weasley.
Twenty points for fighting, Zabini.
Twenty five from you Weasley, for starting it!”
of Gryffindor. “Give him back the list
Minerva. If Myrtle wants to through a
Death Day party and he’s stupid enough to attend, it’s no business of
ours. I have essays to correct.”
wasn’t happy to leave it there. Her
expression darkened noticeably when the potions master took more points from
Ron, but she simply nodded and handed the list back.
rooms. You can contact the people on the
list tomorrow, Mr Zabini.” Both boys
nodded and headed off in different directions, Blaise resigned and Ron,
seething. The two professors watched
them go.
“What are they up to?”
“I don’t know Severus, but I think it would be a good idea to
keep an eye on the people on that list in the near future.”
Snape nodded, “I’ll inform Dumbledore.
showing up”, Snape sighed, “The amount is indicative of a group of people
learning the Dark Arts, but none of the new Slytherins have begun their
training yet. Someone is training
others. We need to know who and we need
to know why.”
McGonagall nodded and sighed, “We will, Severus.” She paused
for a moment before continuing, “Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy cooperating
though. That is a surprise.
“Really Minerva, you’re a worse gossip then Poppy.
McGonagall looked confused for a moment before Snape’s meaning
sank in, then a faint blush stained her cheeks, “While I am aware that both
boys have a reputation, Severus, that was not what I meant.”
Snape sneered then said, “I’ll inform the headmaster,
goodnight Minerva.”
The woman nodded and said goodnight before heading up a
nearby staircase, her mind turning to the coming day and the classes she
had. By the time she had reached her
chambers, she no longer remembered Zabini or the list or even the Death Day
party.
Standing in the corridor and watching McGonagall walking away,
Snape considered going straight to the Headmasters office, but changed his
mind. Instead he headed towards the
Slytherin dormitories. He wanted to make
sure that was where Zabini was headed.
As he walked he found it increasingly difficult to remember where he was
going. His mind wandered away from
Zabini again and again. By the time he
has reached the bottom of the steps and entered the dungeons, he couldn’t
remember who had been fighting with Weasley.
By the time he had reached the Slytherin common room he couldn’t
remember who he was going to check on.
Something was very wrong.
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quickly as possible. Albus needed to be
informed immediately. He paused outside
his own chambers, informed of what?
Blaise watched the confused Head of his house enter his
chambers before stepping out into the corridor.
He nodded once and smiled, Hermione was something else.
the dorms and headed out of the dungeon.
He had some students to find.
On the way, he scoped up Harry’s invisibility clock and swung
it around his shoulders. It may be
impossible for anyone to remember the list or the events surrounding them
seeing it, but he’s rather not have anyone else see him.
As he walked, he considered his position.
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second-in-commands and was very disappointed that he had not been.
right now. His plan didn’t need him to
have the position, although it would have made it easier.
of him, least of all, Harry and Draco.
Particularly since the bottles of fire whiskey had arrived.
He made his way along the corridor slowly, avoiding Filch as
he went. It didn’t take him long to pick
up the people and head back to the Bathroom.
Ron was no where to be seen.
Several hours of intense question and answer sessions later,
The Grey Force was a reality. Watching
the students training, Harry and Draco smiled at each other.
“So do I, Potter, so do I.”
They watched for a few more minutes, as Hermione and Dean explained the
workings of a gun to some of the others.
“Where did you get the muggle weapons from?”
“London.”
Draco raised an eyebrow, “London? “No.” Harry’s voice It was several hours later, as Draco laid awake in his bed Rolling over on his side, he thought back to when Harry had KNOCK “Come in Serverus.” Snape pushed open the door to Dumbledore’s office and walking The headmaster leaned back. “Minerva and I caught Ron Weasley fighting in the hall” “With who?” The dark haired man let out a sigh of frustration and shuck Dumbledore closed his eyes. Snape continued, “The number of times the wards are being “Now Severus”, Dumbledore sighed, “I don’t think we can The irate potion master left soon after and Dumbledore leaned KNOCK Ah, some answers… “Come in Miss Granger, Mr Weasley.” Harry groaned as the morning light hit his eyes though a gap “What do you mean?” “Lavender.” “Oh,” Harry grinned, “Yes, a good night.” Neville shock his head in amusement and walked over to his “Neville… Draco and I have decided that all members of the GF “I understand, Harry, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t accept Harry hurried into the shower and was just finished getting A/N: Ok, that was
has lost the warmth it usually held and Draco wisely let it go.
help with the animagus training and Draco going to help Blaise and Rachael with
the Hufflepuffs, but not until he had finished watching Harry’s arse as he
walked.
that Harry’s words came back to him.
Harry had come back this year secretive and harder.
Golden Boy that had not been there before and coldness in his eyes that looked out
of place on the Boy-Who-Lived. The
whiter-then-the-driven-snow attitude was definitely gone, but in its place was
something that Draco couldn’t place. The
closest thing he could define it as was a death wish.
going to hell and wanted to deserve it.
first approached him.
started in surprise, looking at the dark haired boy leaning against the
banister. “Potter, what do you
want? Waiting for the Mudblood and the
Weasel?”
have a proposition for you.” The darker
boy pushed himself of the banister and began to walk, no stalk towards him.
dream. You know about my dreams right
Draco? The real ones?
his lips? Feel what he feels?”
Madman’. Do you know who it was, Draco?”
something interesting did happen. Lucius
was there. You know, your father? The
one who bought his was out of Azkaban?
He told Voldemort something very interesting.
was suspect, Draco.”
Hall. Harry had led him to the Girl’s
bathroom and then down into the Chamber of Secrets.
admit his disappointment in the ‘Great Dark Lord’.
‘great’. How they had come up with the
idea, he wasn’t sure, but that night, the first seeds of rebellion were
sown. Harry asked him to teach him the
Dark Arts and Draco wanted to learn to be an animagus as well as
occulmancy. He was stunned to discover
Harry knew how both were done. Looking
back he had to admit, Harry had given very few details on himself.
the media involvement in his life by shutting it out and trying to ignore
it. Now he was giving it nothing.
secrets the Boy-Who-Lived kept hidden.
again. He sighed as his hands slowly
lowered, skimming his chest. A fuzzy
feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he thought about it.
respond to the anticipation. He wondered
if Harry was anticipating it as well.
His hand snaked further down, causing a sigh to escape his lips.
in, declining a lemon drop as he dropped into a seat.
wards being tripped, Albus.”
In the last three weeks the wards had started to be tripped on a daily
basis. He knew that the Slytherin head
of house took it personally that he didn’t know who was responsible and he knew
that Snape was convinced that the Gryffindor Golden Boy was in some way involved.
anything to do with it.”
his head, “I don’t remember. I only have
a vague memory of the incident. Minerva
is the same. We remember Weasley
fighting, but nothing else about it. Someone
has put a memory charm on me. It was
probably Potter!”
Snape’s paranoia was getting old.
The only student in the school capable of doing memory charm that well
was Hermione Granger and she, like Weasley was completely under his
control. He didn’t like doing it, but it
was necessary. Harry had become far too
independent over the last summer. His
best friends seemed the best way of keeping him in line this year.
tripped is increasing as well. Whoever
is doing it is stepping up or training more people.
option.”
justify that, not until they actually attack someone.”
back in his chair and sighed. If there
had been anyone in the room they would have been stunned at how old he
looked. Events were moving faster then
anticipated and he wasn’t sure of his king anymore either.
change in Harry this year. The snake had
been a shock, but his attitude was an even bigger one.
Dumbledore was certain. His grades had
improved and he seemed more focused. But
at the same time, his extracurricular activities had also raised some
eyes. Along with Draco Malfoy, he had
supposedly slept with over half the 6th and 7th
years. They had both managed to gain ertaertain reputation. At the same time,
neither of them had been in anything that could be described as a relationship.
focus on them as a weakness. Draco said
it was because he couldn’t otheothered.
The similarities were worrying. A stay thought floated across Dumbledore’s
mind, could Draco Malfoy be teaching Harry?
No, he decided, Harry may be angry with him, but he wasn’t going to
learn the Dark Arts behind his back.
That was not something Harry would do.
And besides, Hermione or Ron would tell him if that happened.
in the curtains. He made to roll over
and froze, Oh right Lavender. Gently, so
as not to wake the still slumbering girl, Harry disentangled himself and took
down the silencing charms from around the bed.
He slid quietly out, pullin a p a pair of boxers as he did so.
walked in, his hair plastered back again his head from his obviously recent
shower. He grinned when he seen Harry,
“Good night?”
bed, “Damn, I was hoping for another round.
Unlikely now, I think.”
are of limits. It’s too risky; we can’t
risk people seeing favouritism…”
another invite into your bed.” The boy
laughed, “To be honest, before it happened, I would never have believed I would
lose my virginity to Harry Potter in the floor of an empty classroom.”
idea would have been last year.
dressed when Lavender woke. She was surprisingly
easy to let down. With a sigh he
followed her out of the room, not sure if he would have preferred her to
complain about their lack of relationship.
Sometimes he really wasn’t sure who he was anymore.
swept through his mind, but Harry resolutely pushed it away.
dead, until then it was better to not think about it.
entered the common room and headed towards the portrait.
about and the list was getting longer every day.
Myrtspanspan style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His body responded to the
thought immediately and he resolutely turned his mind from the weekly torture
session.
fun. Will Hermione spill the beans?
have sex? Why does Harry see it as
torture? Some questions will be
answered, others will be asked and we find out where Harry got the snake.