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Chapter 92- Frozen Water.
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"Right, well. I do hope you think about my offer once you graduate, Penelope. I can't wait to have someone as talented as you working under me." I tell Penelope Clearwater as I walk her through my classroom and towards the exit so she can leave and go catch her next class. Thankfully, I did catch her at lunch, so we did have some time, but unfortunately, not enough to give her the full experience though. I did do everything there was to do, just not as much as I would have liked to. Still, a good time was had by all and I made sure to help tidy herself up and do a few spells to make her feel better.
I open the door and gently help her through and out into the corridor. "And, should the mood ever strike, feel free to come and seek me out. I would be happy to entertain you once again." Penelope turns around with a wince, still having some difficulty adjusting to walking after what we did, and goes to reply to me with red cheeks. "Entertaining? And how were you doing that, Professor? Regaling her with tales of your heroic adventures?" A dry voice cuts through the air that is distinctly not the Ravenclaw's voice, and I look to the side to see the source of the sound.
There, leaning against the wall beside the door to my classroom, is Gemma Farley, her face calm and nonplussed, looking at the both of us with a smile on her face like nothing is wrong, though her words do lend to the fact that that might be wrong. "P-Professor Lockhart was merely entertaining my company; I was asking him for his insights on a particular matter." Penelope stutters, trying to cover up what we were actually doing, but I get the feeling that Gemma isn't fooled in the slightest. In fact, I would hedge my bets that she is, in fact, fully aware of what has occurred, as she knows my striking personality.
"Really? Because I was wanting to ask Professor Lockhart for his insight as well. In fact, I was so desperate for his insight that I have been waiting here since lunch began, and now lunch is nearly finished and the next class is about to begin. Whatever you needed the Professor's insight for, it must have been very hard to take this long." Gemma says, her words flat and said with no other nuance, though they make Penelope blush to the extremes, and I get the feeling that the girl is about to explode, so I intervene on her behalf.
"Right, well, I am sure you both need to get to class as they are starting soon, so you better get going," I say, trying to bring it to a close to this and move on from it because it was starting to become painful. "Actually, Professor, the insight I need from you shouldn't take much time, so I'll entertain you for now if that's okay?" Gemma says, smiling at me. I repress the sigh that is building up and just give her a nod. She nods back happily before turning to look at Penelope, who just looks confused back at her.
That is until Gemma raises an eyebrow, and Penelope gets the message and hurries to scurry away. "W-Well then, I better be on my way. See you later, Professor Lockhart." Penelope says back as she walks away as fast as she can, which isn't that fast, and she is walking quite awkwardly. If Gemma didn't know before, she defintely does know on account of the awkward walking of Penelope as she rounds the corner and goes out of sight. And with that, I turn back to Gemma, who looks at me patiently, but I know she doesn't actually need help with anything, so I don't say anything. I refuse to speak first.
"I don't care if you fuck other girls, Professor. You will find that I am very accommodating, as you have no doubt already discovered. In fact, I could even bring some other girls from Slytherin over to help me serve you if that is what you want. I have a lot of blackmail and favours to cash in, and they can only obey. "Gemma speaks with devotion, that obsessed glint in her eyes as she places her hand on my chest and trails up and down, caressing me. "All that I ask is that you don't forget about me. No matter how many bitches you dump your cum in, don't forget about me." She pushes me backwards and through the door to my classroom, closing it and locking it behind her.
Damn, she really wants to marry me, doesn't she? She wants my wealth and my fame, and she is ready to give me anything to get it. And I bet she got addicted to the sex as well, which can't be helped as I am pretty good at it with all of the people I've been getting with since I woke up in this world. "Don't worry, Gemma, I won't forget to dump my cum in you." I can't help but say that since she set me up perfectly for it, plus I didn't expect any retribution from her since she always goes along with what I say.
Case in point, she just smiles and begins to kneel down before me. There is no rest for the wicked, and I am most definitely wicked.
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It was finally Saturday, which meant it was time for the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and everyone was in attendance. Well, nearly everyone. I am currently in the teacher stands, and I used to be sat next to Professor Minerva McGonagall. It was today that I had decided to rest and relax and just watch some Quidditch, however the game was taking quite a while to get started, and so I decided to have some fun. I was pestering Minerva and trying to get her to give me a secret handjob in the stand surrounded by all our colleagues, obviously with magic helping to hide it.
If Madam Hooch was up here, she would have started getting me off straight away, even without any magic to hide it, being the adventurous spirit she is. Unfortunately, she was to referee the match, so she was out, and Aurora was more likely to grab my balls and rip them off, which left me with Minerva. Honestly, I didn't even really want a handy that much; it was more Minerva's resistance and behaviour that was providing me with pleasure. She was insulting me and discreetly slapping my hand away, but she was definitely blushing. In the end, she fled, claiming that she had to go and check on the school, but I knew it was because she was close to giving in.
So now I am sitting here, my back against the seat and my neck tilted back so I can calmly watch the sky, cloud gazing just like a Nara. This actually gave me a bit of time to contemplate Minerva and her recent drastic changes. You see, me and I had been regularly hitting each other up for fun, both of us needing some stress relief, but clearly, it was proving to be much more stress-relieving for her. Why do I say that? Well, because she would usually have to use potions to return her youth so we could do the hanky panky, but with me getting rid of her stress, her magic helped her out.
That's right. Minerva actually naturally looks young and beautiful now. She's a cougar in her forties, and she's really hot. Super hot, with slight wrinkles and crow's feet, which just add to her sexiness and a few strands of elegant grey, but everything else is in grade-A condition. Now, she was actually using spells and potions to age her up and make her look older, not wanting anybody to realise she was looking young and hot now. She mostly uses glamour charms, and no one suspects her of using them to make her look older. So, no one knows, which means it's just our little secret. She is definitely a lot more fun now, that is for sure.
Hmm, oh, look, the games are actually starting. The teams walked out onto the field to tumultuous applause. Oliver Wood took off for a warm-up flight around the goalposts whilst Madam Hooch released the balls. The Hufflepuffs, who played in canary yellow, were standing in a huddle, having a last-minute discussion of tactics. All of the players came out and were now taking to the sky, warming themselves up. Harry Potter was the last one out and was just mounting his broom when I saw Professor McGonagall appear coming out a few moments after Harry.
Look at that; she couldn't resist and ended up coming back to the game, but why is she down there and not up here with the rest of the teachers? That is when I see her come half marching, half running across the pitch, carrying an enormous purple megaphone in her hands. I could literally feel the atmosphere dip, and everybody's heart drop like a stone. No doubt everybody understood that today's match would not be proceeding so smoothly. Or maybe not at all.
"This match has been cancelled," Professor McGonagall called through the megaphone, addressing the packed stadium. There were boos and shouts from every single direction. Oliver Wood, looking devastated, landed and ran toward Professor McGonagall without getting off his broomstick. It was quite funny looking, his broom scraping along on the ground behind him. Sensing that something urgent has obviously come up, I know I have to get down there.
Looking ahead of me, I spot a Gryffindor Quidditch player just hovering before the teacher's stand, close enough for me to grab onto her. Shuffling my way forward, I reach the front and see that it is actually Alicia Spinnet, a Gryffindor Chaser who is just hovering there, not knowing what to do. Well, I know what to do. "Miss Spinnet, do you mind giving me a lift down there? Thank you." I say quickly and without waiting for a reply I leap off of the stands and land on the broom behind Alicia who only has time to let out a startled cry before my arms are wrapping around her body and taking hold of the broom, resting control away from her.
I don't actually know how a broom would work with two people on it, both trying to control it, but however it works, it has given me full control of it. Controlling the broom, I make it shoot directly for where Professor McGonagall is on the ground, and surprisingly, aside from the first startled exclamation, Alicia Spinnet hasn't said anything and just let me take over. Oh, wait, there it is. She has put her hands on top of mine, and she is pressing herself back into me, slyly grinding on me.
Alicia Spinnet is a naughty one, but unfortunately for her, she is just a fifth-year student, and I'm pretty sure she is too young, which means I ignore everything she does. Also, unfortunately for her, we have now arrived on the ground, and I promptly hop off the broom and walk away from her, not even acknowledging her ministrations. I walk up to the crowd of players surrounding Minerva just in time to catch the tail end of Wood's fierce argument. "But, Professor!" he shouted. "We've got to play - the cup, Gryffindor -" Yes, sound argument indeed.
Professor McGonagall just ignored him as he wasn't listening to reason and continued to shout through her megaphone. "All students are to make their way back to the House common rooms, where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. As quickly as you can, please!" Then she lowered the megaphone, and I took the opportunity to enquire about what was going on. "Minerva?" I said, and that's all I have to say for her to understand me. She looks at me and shakes her head no.
"Not here... and it is better if I just show you." She then beckoned Harry over to her, and seeing the boy come over whilst giving me a look of distrust, I knew something had gone wrong today. If Harry is involved, then it is definitely Voldemort, and I can only wonder what the hell he has done now. And why would it involve Harry? I was sure he was ignoring the boy and focusing on his task. "Potter, I think you'd better come with me." She says, Harry just nods and starts to follow her as she walks away.
I guess at this point, he is used to the teachers pulling him away, and just looking at the expression on his face, I can tell he is feeling fed up and wondering how everyone could possibly suspect him this time. I followed behind, the pace very quick with McGonagall's marching. We were nearing the exit of the grounds when I saw Ron detach himself from the complaining crowd and come running up to us as we set off toward the castle. "Yes, perhaps you'd better come, too, Weasley…" Minerva added, and we were on our way again, with no one speaking.
I guess whenever Harry is involved, Ron and Hermione have to be, too. I really want to ask questions, but Minerva isn't saying anything, so I am not going to either. A solid front by the teachers; it's just how things go as a teacher. I was more curious how the speedy little shit managed to get down here from the stands so quickly. He must have rushed since he left Hermione behind as he chased after Harry. Bros before hoes, I can respect that, Ron. I don't live by it however, I have no bros... that sounds quite sad actually, so I'm not going to think about it.
Some of the students continued swarming around us, grumbling about the match being cancelled, while others looked worried and concerned for the boys. No one follows, however, knowing better than to follow a serious Professor McGonagall around. We all go back into the school silently, walking with purpose and up the marble staircase. But as we continued to walk, I noticed the direction we were going, and I got a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that grew worse as we neared our destination before finally, we stopped before the dreaded doors.
"This will be a bit of a shock," said Professor McGonagall in a surprisingly gentle voice as we approached the infirmary. "There has been another attack… two students this time." No, this shouldn't be happening. I changed things. Harry never found Tom Riddle's diary, which means the golden trio never found out about what happened fifty years ago and why they couldn't have gotten enough clues for Hermione to go to the research and look for the answer. So how the hell has this still happened? Is this fucking fate?
When Professor McGonagall pushed the door open for us to enter, Hermione was not the first person I saw. Instead, I saw Madam Pomfrey, who was bending over a fifth-year girl with curly blonde hair. "Hermione!" Ron groaned as both he and Harry rushed over to the other bed beside the fifth-year girl, on top of which was Hermione, who lay utterly still, her eyes open and glassy. However, my focus was entirely on Penelope Clearwater, who is also petrified. It just doesn't make sense; Hermione had no reason to be at the library, and neither did Penelope, and Riddle didn't need to petrify anyone anymore.
I look down at Penelope, a strange, painful feeling making itself known in my chest. I had only gotten intimate and familiar with the girl for less than a week, but in that week, she had wormed her way in. I had actually ignored all my other paramours for her since she was just so sweet and innocent, and I was having a lot of fun with her. She even asked me what kind of hair I liked, and I said curly and low and behold, here she was with curly hair. Is it actually destiny for this to occur? I don't understand how things still work out like this, even with everything I've done.
"They were found near the library," said Professor McGonagall. "I don't suppose any of you know what they were up to or anything else that might be helpful?" Professor McGonagall asks, and while Ron immediately shakes his head no, Harry freezes up for a second before also nodding no and going back to looking at Hermione with guilt on his face. Seeing it, I instantly lock on and use my Occlumency to figure out what was going on. Searching his memories, I understand what has occurred.
Harry had sensed the same feeling that he was feeling on everybody else, on Gemma and me, and on Penelope. That was because I was in close quarters with the girl, and the stench of that soul magic was rubbing off on her, a stench which Harry is very perceptive of. Unlike Gemma and me, who he can't just follow or talk to, Penelope is different because he knows Hermione and helps her with questions at the library. Harry enlisted Hermione to check on Penelope, and the girl asked the Ravenclaw for help at the library, which is how they were petrified together.
I can't exactly blame Harry for what he did, though he seems to be mighty suspicious of me, especially with the sly glares he is sending my way. This isn't fate. It is just a coincidence that it happened in a similar way to the original story. What I still don't understand is why they were petrified. Riddle had completely changed his modus operandi and was instead focused on taking possessed students to every corner of Hogwarts, so why did he suddenly attack two students?
"I don't suppose either of you can explain this? It was on the floor next to them…" I hear Minerva say, and I look up briefly to see the object and then look back down at the petrified form of Penelope. Then my head springs back up, and my pupils shrink as I see what is in Minerva's hand.
A small black leather-bound diary.
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Sorry for missing last week, I had another assignment to hand in, and unfrunatley I have another to hand in in about two weeks. So, yeah. I'm trying to get this out, but uni does tiake priority.
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Chapter 93- Threats, Taunts and Spiders.
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"I don't suppose either of you can explain this? It was on the floor next to them…" I hear Minerva say, and I look up briefly to see the object and then look back down at the petrified form of Penelope. Then my head springs back up, and my pupils shrink as I see what is in Minerva's hand.
A small black leather-bound diary.
Harry and Ron shook their heads, both staring at Hermione, not paying any attention to it, and rightly so because they have no idea what it is, but I do. Acting quickly, I approached Professor McGonagall and tentatively reached out for the book, cautious of it yet also confused as Minerva was holding it with no problem. Something is off here, and I mean that it is on account of nothing bad happening yet. "Can I see that, Professor McGonagall? Perhaps there is something to be found." Minerva hands it over with no fuss, though now everybody is staring at me in the hopes I'll find something.
Taking the black diary into my hands, I hold it gently and first examine it from every angle, looking at every inch of it with trepidation, hopeful there is nothing about to go wrong. On the front of the book, near the bottom, are letters, just three capital ones. "TMJ..." I read aloud, knowing what they stand for. Tom Marvolo Riddle. "Yes, I saw that as well. Any idea what it stands for, Gilderoy?" Minerva asks, and I look up and shake my head in the negative, lying to her. I can't explain how I know it, and at this point, I am too deep in my shadow war to blurt it out for both selfish and unselfish reasons.
Using my wand, I start to cast spells on the book, multiple different diagnostic spells hitting the thing but revealing nothing at all, showing that this was just an ordinary non-magical book. I mean, I know Horcurxs are hard to identify, but if you know what you are looking for, then it isn't, and at the very least, there should be some magical traces on it, but this is just an ordinary book. Deciding to delve deeper, I opened the book and started to flip through it, spotting page after black page with nothing on it. The book is completely empty, which actually fits. I have one more idea to test it, but I don't want to do it in front of everybody else.
"It seems to be just an ordinary book, which must have belonged to one of the two girls." I finally say, tucking the book into my robe. Nobody seems to care that I have taken it for myself. "It doesn't belong to Hermione. I've never seen her with it." Ron speaks up, Harry affirming that with a nod of his head, to which Minerva sighs. "It must belong to Miss Clearwater, then." McGonagall spares a glance for the girl, looking at her with sadness before shaking her head and returning to the stern, no-nonsense witch we all know and love.
"I will escort you back to Gryffindor Tower," said Professor McGonagall heavily, speaking to the two children. "I need to address the students in any case." She says, referring to the rest of the Gryffindors who should be back in their common room after she told all the students to go back to them at the Quidditch pitch. However, having learned what I have learned, I fear that this is not the best course of action. If Riddle is back attacking the children, then I can no longer trust he won't kill any of them. I need to try and prevent that.
"Professor, if I might have a word?" I say, grabbing Minerva by the elbow and gently shuffling her to the side where we can have a word in private. After we are there, she shrugs my grip off and glares at me. "What is it, Gilderoy? I don't have time to mess about." Wow, well, that hurts. Clearly, she doesn't put much measure in my abilities outside of sexual matters.
Nevertheless, I have something to do. "I am just wondering if taking the students to their houses is the best thing to do at the moment, not with whoever or whatever is attacking people roaming through Hogwarts. I have to wonder if the common rooms are actually safe." I begin, and Minerva actually listens.
"Then what do you suggest?" She asks, and I have an answer ready. "Perhaps the best course of action would be to have all of the students gathered together in the great hall to spend the night there, with all the teachers present where we can keep an eye on them and make sure they are safe while some of us search through Hogwarts for the culprit." If they could do this in the third year for Sirius Black, then they can do it this year when students are dropping like flies. Suppose I can get all the students in the hall. In that case, Riddle can't possess anyone, and maybe I can get him to make a critical mistake that will let me strike a severe blow against him.
Minerva ponders for a moment in silence before moving away to a corner of the room, waving her wand and letting an ethereal white glowing tabby cat leap out of her wand and run off through the wall for unknown destinations. A few minutes later, a similarly wispy white glowing animal returns, a phoenix, which comes through the wall and stops before McGonagall, relaying something to her, after which she returns over to us.
"Okay, all students will be returning to the Great Hall and spending the night there. Dumbledore will address the entire school there and explain the entire situation. Mr Potter, Mr Weasley, come along. We need to return to the common room and collect the others before heading to the Great Hall." Minerva explains before leading Harry and Ron away, both of which look behind them at Hermione with worry, though Harry is still shooting suspicious glances my way. With them gone, it is just Madam Pomfrey and me, but she seems busy with her work, and the other two people are petrified, so I take my leave as well. I have something to check.
Leaving the infirmary, I head in the opposite direction of the Great Hall, heading for a location that is both secure and private where nobody can find me or disturb me, allowing me to try something in peace. I don't head to my own room or office since I'm not willing to risk this diary being a trap or something. Neither do I head to the Room of Requirement, not willing to disrupt the hard-working elves who are still sorting through the room for me. No, instead, I headed for another location I had discovered earlier in the year, one that was actually very close to my classroom. Stopping in front of the magical clock, I tap my wand on it, and it opens up, revealing a passage that leads to a dusty old room full of white tarps covering old furniture. I believe it is called The Undercroft.
The room is ultimately useless but it is private and secure, which is why I have brought the diary here. Pulling out the diary, I continued to test it but couldn't find anything on it. Then, opening it again, I tried something I didn't do in front of the others. Something I am sure they didn't try because why would they. Resting the book down on a nearby desk, I pull out a quill and some ink and begin to write in the book. Reveal your secrets. That is what I write. I am not letting on that I actually know Riddle is a book, but I am also looking for a response. Nothing happens for a moment, but then the ink I wrote down begins to flow and move around the page, transforming and coalescing into something else.
When the ink has realigned, I am now looking at an image of a skull, with a snake pouring out of its mouth and wrapping around the skull and itself... I know what this is; it is the image made by the Morsmorde spell and the image the death eaters have on them, the dark mark. This is Voldemort's sigil, which confuses me as young Riddle shouldn't have known about it at this point in time unless he conceived of the image in his youth. No, that doesn't make sense; whoever he has possessed must have had the information and informed him of it.
Continuing to write on the book, the same thing continues to happen. The ink transforms into the dark mark, again and again, nothing changing. It seems this book's only purpose is to do that, which doesn't- this is not the actual diary. It is a replica that Riddle has made, but why did he make it and leave it next to Hermione and Penelope? And then, watching as the dark mark forms on the page again, the hollow eyes of the skull boring into my eyes, I realise what this is. It's a taunt. It's a threat. This is a message for me... Penelope was attacked because of her association with me, and Hermione was just collateral.
It makes sense now. Hermione was unfortunate to get petrified by just being near Penelope. Penelope was also unfortunate to have such a fate befall her, but she was the target. There was one thing that didn't match up but that I didn't click on earlier in the infirmary, something that only I would be able to pick up on. Neither of the girls had a mirror or something to look at the Basilisk gaze through, which would have allowed them to be petrified. Neither Hermione nor Penelope had any such item, which confirmed for me that this was a deliberate act. Riddle must have done something to cover the Basilisk's eyes so that its gaze was petrifying and not death-inducing. He also left this book next to them as a message for me.
I must have finally become too much of a nuisance for him and touched his bottom line, at which point he retaliated. He wanted to strike back, but he couldn't attack an actual teacher as the ramifications would be too large, and Hogwarts would be shut immediately, especially with someone of my status. Hogwarts would get a lot of complaints and get shut down, which would keep Tom from his goal, and whatever it is, it needs everybody to remain at the school, which is why he went for someone close to me, to try and dissuade me from continuing to attack him. But I had only recently started an intimate relationship with Penelope; it hadn't even been a week...
He has his eye on me, watching me, at the very least during the day. I have the invisibility cloak at night, so he can't find me then. But he has a method of watching me, and I have been none the wiser. He knows about what I have been up to, and he most likely knows about all of my connections in Hogwarts. He wouldn't go after a teacher, which has been who my relations have been with except for one, that being Gemma Farley. I will have to deal with that later, but for now, I need to do my teacher duties and figure out my game plan afterwards.
Throwing the book onto the floor, I point my wand at it. "Incendio." And I burn it into nothingness, not letting up on the spell until nothing is left.
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"All students will be spending the night in the Great Hall tonight whilst the Faculty work to secure the castle," Dumbledore speaks at his podium, already having informed everybody of what has happened. "Going forward, all students will return to their House common rooms by six o'clock in the evening. No student is to leave the dormitories after that time. You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No student is to use the bathroom unaccompanied by a teacher. All further Quidditch training and matches are to be postponed. There will be no more evening activities." Dumbledore outlines, and to my surprise, everyone is silent; nobody is complaining about Quidditch.
The students all packed together inside the Great Hall and listened in silence. Having said all that he needed to, Dumbledore moved backwards and motioned for Minerva to address the students, seeing that she needed to. She began in a somewhat choked voice, "I need hardly state that I have rarely been so distressed. It is likely that the school will be closed unless the culprit behind these attacks is caught. I would urge anyone who thinks they might know anything about them to come forward." With that, she also retreated, and the students began to chat among themselves.
The teachers, including myself, gather up together and begin to discuss what to do next. Dumbledore takes charge and directs the professors on what to do. I am also there and am just nodding along without giving any input; it is a shame that this great hall lockdown will only be for tonight. Knowing my opponent would be free to move by tomorrow, I focused on the students and looked for any suspiciousness. Maybe the student who has the most time with the book will be showing signs of withdrawal or something.
"That's two Gryffindors down, not counting a Gryffindor ghost, one Ravenclaw, and one Hufflepuff, "said the Gryffindor and Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan, counting on his fingers. "Haven't any of the teachers noticed that the Slytherins are all safe? Isn't it obvious all this stuff's coming from Slytherin? The Heir of Slytherin, the monster of Slytherin—why don't they just chuck all the Slytherins out?" he whisper roared to nods and silent cheers from his fellow Gryffindors.
I spot Percy Weasley sitting just behind Lee, but for once, he doesn't seem keen to make his views heard. Instead he was looking pale and stunned, no doubt because his girlfriend was just petrified. "Percy's in shock," George said quietly. "That Ravenclaw girl—Penelope Clearwater—she's a prefect. I don't think he thought the monster would dare attack a prefect." You are wrong, George; he is in shock because Penelope is his girlfriend, and I have been spending the most time with her lately. I feel bad, actually... No, that's not right; that would imply I regret what I did and feel bad about it, I don't. I feel bad for him. That's more accurate, I would still do what I did, no questions asked.
Everybody seems to be just fine, but that is when something out of my expectations happens. The door to the Great Hall is thrown open, and a man enters, another trailing behind him, and they both head straight through the hall and towards Dumbledore. The man had rumpled grey hair and an anxious expression and was wearing a strange mixture of clothes: a pinstriped suit, a scarlet tie, a long black cloak, and pointed purple boots. Under his arm, he carried a lime green bowler.
"That's Dad's boss!" Ron shouted, informing everyone. "Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic!" Harry quickly elbowed Ron to make him shut up. Feeling some shaky movements beside me, I looked to my left to see Hagrid had gone pale and sweaty. He dropped into his chair and looked from Dumbledore to Cornelius Fudge. Mr Lucius Malfoy strode after the minster, swathed in a long black travelling cloak, smiling a cold and satisfied smile.
"Bad business, Professor Dumbledore," said Fudge in a rather clipped tone once he reached us. "Nasty business. Had to come. Four attacks on students. Things've gone far enough. Ministry's got to act." When Fudge says that, he looks meaningfully at Hagrid. "I never," said Hagrid, looking imploringly at Dumbledore. "You know I never, Professor Dumbledore, sir—"
"I want it understood, Cornelius, that Hagrid has my full confidence," said Dumbledore, frowning at Fudge. "Look, Albus," said Fudge, uncomfortably. "Hagrid's record's against him. Ministry's got to do something—the school governors have been in touch—"
"Yet again, Cornelius, I tell you that taking Hagrid away will not help in the slightest," said Dumbledore, his blue eyes full of fire. "If it turns out it wasn't Hagrid, he'll be back and no more said. But I've got to take him. Got to. Wouldn't be doing my duty—" said Fudge, fidgeting with his bowler. "Take me?" Hagrid, who was trembling, interrupts. "Take me where?"
No one says anything, the silence speaking for itself. "Not Azkaban?" croaked Hagrid. It was at this point that Lucius spoke up, making his presence known and smirking evilly at all of us. "Yes, Azkaban. Now go peacefully; I have something to discuss with DUmbeldore." Malfoy sneers at Hargid and then ignores him completely. "And what exactly did you want with me, Lucius?" said Dumbledore. He spoke politely, but the fire was still blazing in his blue eyes.
"Dreadful thing, Dumbledore," said Malfoy lazily, taking out a long roll of parchment, "but the governors feel it's time for you to step aside. This is an Order of Suspension—you'll find all twelve signatures on it. I'm afraid we feel you're losing your touch. How many attacks have there been now? Two more this afternoon, wasn't it? At this rate, there'll be no Muggle-borns left at Hogwarts, and we all know what an awful loss that would be to the school." He says, conveniently ignoring the fact that one student attacked was a pureblood.
"Oh, now, see here, Lucius," said Fudge, looking alarmed, "Dumbledore suspended—no, no—last thing we want just now…" Fudge tries to stop it, but Malfoy stops him. "I'm afraid staffing and suspension at Hogwarts are not things the ministry deals with. This is a school matter; therefore, Cornelius, it is something you cannot interfere with." Lucius finished smugly, and Dumbledore just stared back silently and then he turned to us. "Take the students back to their common rooms for the night. I have a few matters to deal with." And with that, Dumbledore waves Fudge, Malfoy and Hagrid towards the door.
They all set off, Lucius leading the way and Dumbledore moving afterwards, Fudge fiddling with his bowler, trailing behind, and Hagrid slowly trudging along afterwards. As Hagrid passed by Harry's spot on the Gryffindor table, he slowed even further down and spoke very loudly. "If anyone wanted ter find out some stuff with me not around, all they'd have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. The spiders will show I'm innocent. There's a big nest just behind my hut." He finishes, looking meaningfully at Harry, and then all four men leave the room.
Worried conversations about madmen and spiders fill the air as the teachers try to organise the students again. Meanwhile, I can't believe my plan just unravelled like that. I guess I will be hunting tonight after all.
Still, Hagrid and Dumbledore just got removed from school. Well, more Dumbledore than Hagrid. Who knows what will happen now.
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I am so ill. I had to look after my ill niece and nephew and ended up catching what they got, and now my head hurts, and I am producing gallons of goop. Anyway, I still managed to do this on time, so hurray. Need to check out Marvel Rivals, but I'm ill.
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Super: Chapter 96- Still the MC!
Legendary: Chapter 98- This Bitch!?
Galactic: Chapter 102- Aftermath.
Mythic: Chapter 103- Freedom At Last!
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