The Son of Lord Voldemort

Nymphadora Tonks and Backfiring Plans

Nymphadora Tonks slowly opened her eyes, wincing when the brightness of the room hit her eyes full force. She blinked rapidly as white spots swam around her vision. She clamped her eyes shut tight before slowly opening them once more, her vision returning to normal. Her auror training kicked in immediately, and her eyes scanned the room. A wave of confusion filled her as she took in a large room that was made completely of gray stone. The walls were bare with the exception of a dark brown wooden door with a silver handle. Her eyes then looked down and she began to panic when she saw that her ankle was chained to the ground. Nymphadora grabbed the long silver chain and began to pull it but to no avail.

Nymphadora quickly stood up and yanked her ankle, causing a pain to shoot through her leg. She hissed in pain before yanking her ankle again, only to feel a harsher pain. Nymphadora's instincts kicked in and she froze, her eyes darting around the room. She whipped her head around when she heard the brown door creak open. Her eyes narrowed as a woman who looked eerily similar to her mother walked in. Nymphadora recognized her immediately as her mothers sister, Bellatrix Lestrange. Memories of how she got chained to the ground flooded back to her, anger quickly replacing her panic.

"Bellatrix," Nymphadora spat. The word came out sounding like the most vile curse. Bellatrix grinned wickedly as she walked into the room followed by three men Nymphadora recognized immediately. "Malfoy, Crouch, Lestrange I knew you three were death eaters." Lucius sneered at her as though she were a slug while Barty smirked victoriously, his eyes shimmering with mirth. Nymphadora almost blanched at the lecherous look Rabastan was leering at her with, his eyes scanning her slowly from her purple hair down to her scuffed up black sneakers.

"Hello dear niece," Bellatrix mocked as she twirled her wand between her long thin fingers. "I'm so glad you've returned to the land of the conscious." Bellatrix' brown eyes flickered with amusement as though she was experiencing her own private joke.

"Go to hell," Nymphadora snarled. She tried to push away the thoughts about would most likely happen to her. She wasn't stupid, she knew what Bellatrix and her fellow death eaters were capable of. She had seen dozens of bodies that had been raped, mutilated, and tortured by the followers of Voldemort. She also knew that they would try to get information from her, but she swore to herself she wouldn't tell them anything.

"Watch your tone," Bellatrix spoke quietly, her voice menacing. "I can make things very difficult for you." Nymphadora saw Barty and Rabastan exchange anticipatory looks. Bellatrix stalked towards Nymphadora in a predatory manner, stopping when they were mere feet apart. Nymphadora could feel power radiating from her aunt, and saw nothing but hate, disgust and amusement in her eyes. She knew that Bellatrix would feel no pity for torturing her own niece.

"I know why you brought me here," Nymphadora spoke up, her tone steady much to her relief. She wanted to buy time, she knew that the Order and her fellow aurors would know that she was missing. Someone would find her, she just needed to buy as much time as she could by taking the pain. Hopefully while retaining some of her dignity. "You want information." Bellatrix' smirk was the embodiment of evil as she continued to twirl her wand. "But I won't tell you anything, now or ever." Bellatrix' eyes narrowed and any amusement in their fathomless depths vanished.

"Everyone says that at first," Bellatrix murmured, her eyes boring into Nymphadora's. "But in the end, everyone talks. Everyone." Bellatrix took a long step forward, Nymphadora could feel Bellatrix' hot breath on her face. Bellatrix slowly raised her wand and pushed the tip into Nymphadora's cheek. She used all of her self control not to flinch at the action. "And those that don't die." Bellatrix' lips curled into a cruel smile, her eyes once more flickering with the amusement of a private joke. "Painfully." The word rolled off her tongue like the purr of a dangerous beast. Nymphadora remained stubbornly silent. "You and I both know that I can't make you, after all like your mother you're a natural occlumens." Bellatrix dug the tip of her wand into Nymphadora's cheek and she grit her teeth.

"And I'm not telling you anything," Nymphadora said, her tone filled with loathing. She refused to let Bellatrix and her fellow death eaters see her fear.

"Then it appears we reach an impasse," Bellatrix murmured. Her wand lowered to her side, and Nymphadora felt a flicker of confusion. She eyed Bellatrix warily, she had heard too many stories about Bellatrix to think she wouldn't harm her. Nymphadora's first instinct was that Bellatrix was getting ready to torture her, most likely the cruciatus curse. Which is why her confusion doubled when Bellatrix turned and walked towards the other three death eaters. Her confusion disappeared when Bellatrix spun around and pointed her wand at Nymphadora, a spell shooting towards her before she could blink. Nymphadora felt her body being flung backwards. She felt the air leave her body as her back slammed into the stone wall, her feet lifted off the ground as her body stuck to the wall in a spread eagle position. She tried to move her head but found that she couldn't move any part of her body. The only movement she was capable of were her eyes which were flickering between the four death eaters.

"However, there's always a way," Bellatrix grinned as Nymphadora felt a surge of anger. Bellatrix' wand remained directed at Nymphadora. "Now, tell me everything you know about Albus Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix."

"Go to hell," Nymphadora spat as she tried desperately to move her body.

"Crucio!" Bellatrix yelled. Nymphadora screamed as the curse hit her, it felt as though a thousand needles were being stabbed into her skin. Screams tore from her throat as the pain increased, it was as though her entire body was on fire. She could see Rabastan, Bellatrix and Barty laughing while Lucius looked on as though he were watching a boring session of the Wizengamot. After what felt like an eternity, but was in reality only twenty seconds the curse was lifted. Nymphadora could feel her muscles twitching, and she felt as though she had just fallen off of the Astronomy tower.

"Would you like to tell me now?" Bellatrix asked with false sweetness.

"Never," Nymphadora growled, her voice gravely. Bellatrix snarled and once more cast the cruciatus curse. Once more Nymphadora felt like her entire body was on fire. She felt like someone was stabbing her repeatedly on every part of her body. The stone room was filled with blood curling screams mixed with laughter. Nymphadora screamed louder than she thought was possible as Bellatrix held the curse. After forty seconds under the curse Bellatrix lowered her wand. Nymphadora's mouth clamped shut and she bit down on her tongue filling her mouth with blood. The taste of copper overwhelmed her and she began to cough, she could fill blood dribbling down her chin. This fueled the laughter from three of the death eaters.

"Disgusting," Lucius sneered disdainfully. Nymphadora attempted to glare at Lucius but it came out looking as though she were squinting. Her body was aching all over and her breathing was beginning to come out heavier, like she had just run ten miles.

"Shall I give you another lesson, or are you ready to speak?" Bellatrix asked. Nymphadora didn't answer, she just stared at Bellatrix with all of the hate she could muster. "Well then, you really do leave me with no other choice." Bellatrix raised her wand, but in a flash Barty's hand was over hers. Bellatrix narrowed her eyes as she turned to Barty. "What are you playing at?"

"I think we should try something more," Barty's lips curled into a cruel smile, "fun."

"What do you have in mind?" Bellatrix asked, sounding genuinely curious. The way they spoke about torturing her made Nymphadora feel nauseous.

"May I?" Barty asked, his right hand gesturing lazily towards Nymphadora.

"Yes," Bellatrix answered. "I'm interested to see if you can get my dear niece to talk."

Barty walked towards Nymphadora, his wand nowhere to be seen. "I've always wanted to try getting information out of someone with the basics." Nymphadora watched with dawning comprehension as Barty reached into his robes and pulled out a small dagger. The blade was six inches and silver, a small emerald glittered in the hilt. Nymphadora once more attempted to struggle, but the spell pinning her to the wall was as powerful as before. Nymphadora watched with rising panic as he ran the blade across her stomach, although it didn't cut through her shirt she could've sworn she felt the metal. Barty's smile never left his face as he slowly ran the blade up her right arm before pulling it back. Nymphadora didn't have time to protest before she felt the blade being stabbed into her right palm. A scream tore through her throat, it felt as though her hand was being bitten repeatedly by a snake.

"This blade was imbued with a special potion of the Dark Lord's own invention," Barty mentioned as though he was merely mentioning the time. "The pain is ten time worse than a normal stab wound, and the cut will never heal." Nymphadora felt her eyes fill with tears as the pain in her hand continue to throb. Barty reached into his robe once more and pulled out another blade. He ran the blade slowly across her stomach until he pulled it back and stabbed it into her left palm. Another scream echoed around the room, and several tears escaped from Nymphadora's eyes. Slowly her hair started turning from purple to black, and her violet eyes turned brown.

"Oh my," Bellatrix mocked. "Someone is losing control of their emotions." A loud cold laugh left Bellatrix as Nymphadora bit her already bleeding and throbbing tongue. Nymphadora didn't notice that Barty had produced another dagger until she saw him wave it in front of her face. She watched with apprehension and fear as he dragged it across her body tauntingly. Nymphadora wanted to cry until she ran out of tears but she held back as much as she could, she was already hating herself for allowing a few tears to escape. She was in more pain than she had ever been in but she knew she needed to survive this. She needed to survive this so she could help the Order take down Voldemort. She didn't want anyone else to ever experience the pain that she was. She knew she needed to stay strong so she closed her eyes and pictured her mother and father. A second later her eyes opened wide, brown eyes filled with tears. A pain was coursing through her right arm more painful than the previous two stabs to her body. She flicked her eyes to the right and she screamed so loud that she felt as though her throat was tearing. Barty was grinning maliciously and carving letters into her arm. Nymphadora felt her body go cold as Barty carved the third letter and suddenly everything went black.

"Wake up." Nymphadora heard as her eyes fluttered open. She moved her right arm and pain shot through her body. She looked around wildly and saw that she was now laying on the ground, the cool stone floor sending chills through her body. She shot up and hissed in pain, she felt like she had been beaten to a pulp. Her legs twitched from the after affects of the cruciatus curse and she could still taste blood in her mouth. "Look who's awake," Bellatrix said amusedly. Nymphadora craned her head to the right and saw the four death eaters staring at her, their eyes filled with malevolence. She instinctually jumped back and another bout of pain flooded her.

"Are you ready to talk?" Barty asked, his eyes resting on her right arm. Pain shot through her arm, she looked down and her eyes widened in horror. Blood Traitor was carved into her arm, it took up her entire right forearm. It was void of blood and appeared to already be healed over. It looked like a year old scar. Nymphadora felt faint as horror, disgust and fear filled her down to her core. "I think it makes a lovely addition don't you?"

"You're sick," Nymphadora choked out. Her voice hoarse, and each word caused her throat to tighten with pain.

"So I've been told," Barty chuckled. "And if I were you I wouldn't bother to think about attempting to conceal that scar. Not even your metamorphmagus abilities will be able to cover it up. The Dark Lord is a genius is he not?" Nymphadora swallowed thickly, she didn't want to think about seeing that scar forever. 'If I get out of here.' A voice in her head told her but she ignored it.

"He's a sick bastard," Nymphadora spat. Her throat protesting her speech. "And one day he'll die and the rest of you will be sent to Azkaban." She could feel the temperature in the room drop ten degrees, and the looks on the faces of the four death eaters turned murderous. Bellatrix' eyes took on a demented gleam and Barty's eyes narrowed into slits.

"It seems you need to learn your place," Lucius spoke silkily. "And I know just the thing to make a blood traitor like you learn to respect your betters." Nymphadora didn't have time to respond because Lucius wand was out in a flash, a stunner shooting from the tip of his wand. The spell hit Nymphadora in the chest and everything went black.

Harrison walked into the History of Magic classroom on Friday morning and stopped after taking only several steps inside. The classroom looked like a completely different room than the two previous years. The large rectangular room was filled with desks that seated three, and in the front was a black ornate desk. The desk which was obviously for Barty had clawed feet and a large emerald green wing backed chair sat behind it. The walls were covered with various scenes from important times in history, from before the founding of Hogwarts to the goblin rebellions.

"Harrison, over here," Hermione called. Harrison shook himself and looked for his friend, Hermione was waving to him from the front row. Harrison nodded in acknowledgement and walked towards the Ravenclaw followed by his friends.

"I wonder what Barty is going to teach us." Pansy murmured to Jenna as Harrison took a seat next to Hermione who was looking excited.

"Isn't it exciting?" Hermione asked with a smile. "We're actually going to have a wizard for a teacher instead of a ghost." Hermione blanched when she realized what she had said. "Not that I'm prejudiced against ghosts or anything. I mean there's nothing wrong with, I mean..." Hermione looked frustrated as her cheeks turned red. Harrison fought off the urge to laugh.

"Oh give it a rest," Draco snapped as he took the seat next to Harrison. "Binns is a ghost, no one cares about his feelings." Hermione looked annoyed before that turned into embarrassment. Harrison narrowed his eyes at Draco. Hermione and Draco had been getting along, and Draco was finally beginning to consider Hermione a friend. Harrison didn't want Draco to do anything stupid to ruin their friendship. Draco's cheeks turned pink at Harrison's look and he quickly looked away.

"Don't mind Draco," Harrison murmured to Hermione. "He's been in a foul mood all morning." Hermione nodded slowly and gave him a small smile. Harrison heard the door to the classroom open and turned to see Barty walking in, a smile on his face showing straight white teeth. Barty was wearing dark green robes with silver accents and his shoes make a clacking noise as they hit the stone ground. Harrison could feel the excitement in the room, everyone had been looking forward to this class. Those that had already had it said that Barty had been brilliant, even the Weasley twins who previously hated the class.

"Welcome third years to History of Magic," Barty said as he stood in front of the class. "For the few of you who don't know me I am Barty Crouch Jr and I will be your professor for the year. Having already taught four days of this class I have come to see that your previous instruction in this class has been horrendous. Having had Professor Binns myself, I am not surprised." Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, Leo and Draco snickered. Barty shot the five boys a look that only those who knew him could tell was amusement. "As third years you are supposed to learn about various wizarding wars throughout history. And as anyone who knows anything about history knows, the wizarding world has been home to thousands of wars. Out of those wars, hundreds have been fought in Britain. Some, such as the war between the armies of Morgana Le Fey and Merlin Emrys have had more impact on our world than others. Since we only have nine months of instruction we of course cannot go into detail on all of them." Barty's eyes scanned the room, everyone was paying rapt attention. "So, we will be going over the ones that have had the most impact on Britain. We will begin with the war that had the most impact on everyone in this room, and the one that is still having an impact on all of you to this day." Harrison's lips twitched, he knew where Barty was going with this. "The war that is referred to as the British Wizarding War." Murmurs broke out amongst the students.

"Dumbledore is going to hate this," Draco chuckled quietly to Harrison. Harrison allowed a smile to grace his lips, he could picture his father getting a good laugh over this. Although, he did wonder what Barty would have to say about his father. He did have a cover to keep after all.

Harrison was glad to be getting out of the castle after lunch. History of Magic had been entertaining but he wanted to get fresh air. Although he wasn't looking forward to an entire period with the oaf Hagrid and the Gryffindors. Yesterday's rain had cleared; the sky was a clear, pale gray, and the grass was springy and damp underfoot. They walked down the sloping lawns to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The wind blew gently against Harrison's face as he listened to Draco and Blaise snipe jokingly at each other.

Hagrid was waiting for his class at the door of his hut. He stood in his moleskin overcoat, with a giant boar hound at his heels, looking impatient to start. "C'mon, now, get a move on!" Hagrid called as the class approached. "Got a real treat for yeh today! Great lesson comin' up! Everyone here? Right, follow me!" Hagrid strolled off around the edge of the trees, and five minutes later, they found themselves outside a kind of paddock. There was nothing in there. Neville looked at Harrison as though asking him what they were supposed to be looking at, Harrison shook his head. He couldn't see any creature magical or otherwise. "Everyone gather 'round the fence here!" Hagrid called. "That's it — make sure yeh can see — now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books —"

"And how exactly are we supposed to do that?" Draco drawled. Several of the Slytherins chuckled as Ron, Dean and Seamus glared at them.

"Eh?" said Hagrid.

"How do we open our books?" Draco asked slowly as though Hagrid was slow. Harrison had to stop himself from laughing at the look of outrage on Ron's face.

Harrison took out his copy of The Monster Book of Monsters, which he had bound shut with a black leather belt. Other people took theirs out too; some had done what he did and had belted their books shut; others had crammed them inside tight bags or clamped them together with binder clips.

"Hasn' — hasn' anyone bin able ter open their books?" said Hagrid, looking crestfallen. Most of the class shook their heads. "Yeh've got ter stroke 'em," said Hagrid, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Look —" He took Parvarti's copy and ripped off the Spellotape that bound it. The book tried to bite, but Hagrid ran a giant forefinger down its spine, and the book shivered, and then fell open and lay quiet in his hand. Harrison rolled his eyes, he had asked his father as soon as he got the book. He had assumed Draco and the rest of his friends would've done the same.

"Oh, how silly we've all been!" Draco sneered. "We should have stroked them! Why didn't we guess!" Blaise choked on a snort and Harrison shot him an amused look.

"I — I thought they were funny," Hagrid said uncertainly.

"Funny?" Tracey repeated incredulously.

"Oh, tremendously funny!" Draco sneered. "Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!"

"Shut up Malfoy," Ron snapped.

Draco sneered, looking at Ron with disgust. "Why don't you make me weasel?"

Ron turned red but Dean grabbed his arm. "Not in Hagrid's class." Harrison heard Dean whisper to Ron who quickly turned away.

"Righ' then," said Hagrid, who seemed to have lost his thread, "so — so yeh've got yer books an'… an'… now yeh need the Magical Creatures. Yeah. So I'll go an' get 'em. Hang on…" He strode away from them into the forest and out of sight.

"God, this place is going to the dogs," said Draco loudly. "That oaf can't even assign us a proper book." The Slytherins snickered as Harrison watched the Gryffindors for a reaction.

"Shut up Malfoy!" Ron said turning redder. Seamus and Dean were glaring daggers at Draco, Harrison was trying not to laugh at how they were trying to look tough and failing miserably. Ron looked at Neville as though telling him to say something. Harrison internally scoffed, Neville was his friend, not Ron's. Neville shifted uncomfortably, but looked at Ron defiantly to Harrison's slight surprise and smugness.

"Oooooooh!" Squealed Lavender Brown, pointing toward the opposite side of the paddock.

Trotting toward them were a dozen giant bird like creatures that Harrison recognized at once, hippogriffs. They had the bodies, hind legs, and tails of horses, but the front legs, wings, and heads of what seemed to be giant eagles, with cruel, steel-colored beaks and large, brilliantly, orange eyes. The talons on their front legs were half a foot long and deadly looking. The hippogriffs' had gleaming coats, changing smoothly from feather to hair, each of them a different color: stormy gray, bronze, pinkish roan, gleaming chestnut, and inky black. Each of the beasts had a thick leather collar around its neck, which was attached to a long chain, and the ends of all of these were held in the vast hands of Hagrid, who came jogging into the paddock behind the creatures. Harrison didn't want to admit it, but they were more interesting creatures than he thought Hagrid would bring for them.

"Gee up, there!" Hagrid roared, shaking the chains and urging the creatures toward the fence where the class stood. Everyone drew back slightly as Hagrid reached them and tethered the creatures to the fence. "Hippogriffs!" Hagrid roared happily, waving a hand at them. "Beau'iful, aren' they?"

Blaise snorted. "I wouldn't exactly call them beautiful."

"They're giant bloody pigeons," Tracey said wrinkling her nose in disgust. She subconsciously took a step backwards.

The Gryffindors glared at Blaise and Tracey, and Hagrid frowned and pretended to not have heard them.

"So," said Hagrid, rubbing his hands together and looking around, "if yeh wan' ter come a bit nearer…"

No one seemed to want to. Ron, Seamus and Dean however approached the fence cautiously.

"Now, firs' thing yeh gotta know abou' Hippogriffs is, they're proud," said Hagrid. "Easily offended, Hippogriffs are. Don't never insult one, 'cause it might be the last thing yeh do. Yeh always wait fer the Hippogriff ter make the firs' move, it's polite, see? Yeh walk toward him, and yeh bow, an' yeh wait. If he bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. If he doesn' bow, then get away from him sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt. Right — who wants ter go first?"

Most of the class backed farther away in answer. Even Ron, Seamus and Dean looked like they were having misgivings. The Hippogriffs were tossing their fierce heads and flexing their powerful wings; they didn't seem to like being tethered like this. Harrison knew that Hippogriffs liked to be free, tying them up wasn't good for them.

"No one?" said Hagrid, with a pleading look.

"I'll do it," said Ron.

Harrison raised an eyebrow, this should be interesting. He hoped that the fool didn't something stupid, he could use a good laugh.

Ron climbed over the paddock fence.

"Good man, Ron," roared Hagrid. "Right then — let's see how yeh get on with Buckbeak."

He untied one of the chains, pulled the gray Hippogriff away from its fellows, and slipped off its leather collar. The Gryffindors on the other side of the paddock seemed to be holding their breath. Draco's eyes were glinting maliciously.

"Easy now, Ron," said Hagrid quietly. "Yeh've got eye contact, now try not ter blink… Hippogriffs don' trust yeh if yeh blink too much…"

Buckbeak had turned his great, sharp head and was staring at Ron with one fierce orange eye. "Tha's it," said Hagrid. "Tha's it, Ron… now, bow."

Ron gave a short bow and then looked up. The Hippogriff was still staring haughtily at him. It didn't move.

"Ah," said Hagrid, sounding worried. "Right — back away, now, Ron, easy does it —"

But then, to Harrison's enormous surprise, the Hippogriff suddenly bent its scaly front knees and sank into what was an unmistakable bow. Draco made a noise of annoyance in the back of his throat.

"Well done, Ron!" said Hagrid, ecstatic. "Right — yeh can touch him! Pat his beak, go on!"

Ron moved slowly toward the Hippogriff and reached out toward it. He patted the beak several times and the Hippogriff closed its eyes lazily, as though enjoying it.

The Gryffindors broke into applause, while the Slytherins all looked disappointed.

"Good now, everyone else wanna come up here and have a go?" Hagrid said smiling broadly.

Emboldened by Ron's success, the rest of the class climbed cautiously into the paddock. Hagrid untied the Hippogriffs one by one, and soon people were bowing nervously, all over the paddock. Neville ran repeatedly backward from his, which didn't seem to want to bend its knees. Harrison got the one that Ron had bowed to, the hippogriff bowed and Harrison patted the animal on his head.

Once class was over Hagrid dismissed the class and the students made their way back up to the castle.

"That oaf shouldn't be allowed anywhere near the students," Draco sneered.

"I thought I told you to shut up Malfoy," Ron said walking up behind the Slytherins.

"You did," Draco said with a smirk. "But I don't care what you have to say you filthy little blood traitor."

Ron turned red. "Shut up you spawn of a Death Eater."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Don't you dare talk about my father Weasley."

Ron smiled smugly. "What are you going to do about it?"

Draco pulled out his wand and a jet of silver light shot from it. Ron was flung backwards onto the grass, Dean and Seamus ran over to him.

"What the hell did you do?" Dean yelled as he tried to help Ron to his feet.

Draco smirked, Harrison guessed what he did, and his guess was confirmed when Ron started belching up slugs.

"What the-?" Seamus yelled before backing away as slime slid down Ron's chin.

"Nice use of a non-verbal spell Draco," Harrison said approvingly as though the victim of the spell wasn't sitting right in front of them.

"Why thank you Harrison," Draco said looking smug. "Well this has been fun Weasley but we really do have to get going."

Ron was about to say something when more slugs came pouring out of his mouth. The Slytherins turned around and walked away, laughing all the way to the Great Hall.

"I'm sick of Malfoy, Riddle and the rest of those slimy snakes," Ron complained as he lounged in the Gryffindor common room. A fire flickered in front of him, the flames dancing, sparks flickering, and casting an eery glow over the dark common room. "They always get away with everything. They curse us and they get away with it, we curse them and we get caught. It's not fair."

"I still can't believe Professor McGonagall didn't believe that Malfoy cursed you," Seamus said shaking his head. His lips pulled into a tight frown. Ron grimaced as he thought about spending hours spitting up giant slimy slugs. He had to brush his teeth five times to get the taste out.

"Mr. Malfoy is a respectful student," Ron said mimicking his head of house. "I spoke with him and he said that you tried to curse him and it back fired. Mr. Longbottom told me the same story, are you telling me that your house mate is lying?" Ron looked sulky as he played with the hem of his too short Chudley Cannons pajama bottoms. "One week of detention for lying to a professor and attempting to curse a fellow student." Ron scowled as he finished his imitation. Ron was angry that all of professors continued to believe the Slytherins over him. Even when the Slytherins started it, it was him and his friends who got into trouble, and he was sick of it.

"We need to do something to get them caught in the act," Seamus said looking between Ron and Dean. Seamus looked around the empty common room as though looking for eavesdroppers. "Maybe then the professors will listen to us."

"Riddle and Malfoy are smart enough not to get caught," Dean said hesitantly. Ron scowled, even his best friend thought they were smart. He knew they were, but he didn't think they were as smart as everyone thought. And he wanted to prove it to everyone, especially his brothers who were too close to the Slytherins.

"Who says it has to be Riddle or Malfoy?" Seamus said with a shrug.

"Because they're the worst," Ron growled. "Them and that Zabini bloke." Ron shook his head, his ears turning red.

"I think I have an idea that will work," Dean said slowly. Ron and Seamus looked up at their friend, expectant looks on both of their faces.

"Well?" Ron prompted impatiently.

As Dean explained a way for the Slytherins to get caught in the act a grin spread across the three Gryffindors faces.

"Brilliant." Ron and Seamus said in unison.


"We need to tell Harrison," George said to his twin.

"We can send him a letter in the morning, he'll receive it at breakfast," Fred suggested. The twins were staring intently at where the three third years sat plotting in front of the large fireplace.

"He'll get a good laugh," George smirked.

"I can't believe Ron thinks that will work," Fred snorted as he shook his head.

"He's never been the creamiest cauldron cake in the batch," George shrugged. Fred snickered as his twin grinned. "Let's go to bed," George said as he pulled out his wand. "We'll need to get up early." Fred nodded, and his twin waved his wand, canceling the silencing charm that had surrounded them. After one last look at the third years, the twins slowly crept up the spiral stair case to their dormitory.

Harrison had his arm around Susan's shoulders as she told him about her lessons for the first week of school. In all honesty he was only half listening, because courtesy of Fred and George he knew what Ron, Dean and Seamus had planned. Harrison had always thought the three weren't the smartest people, but after receiving the twins' letter he was more sure of his opinion of them than ever. He was actually getting bored and annoyed at how easy they were to get into trouble. He would like it if they were actually a challenge, it would make things interesting. Like his father always told him, there's no point of winning if your competitor isn't worthy. His father hated Dumbledore, but even he would admit that the old wizard was brilliant. Ron, Dean and Seamus seemed to have the intelligence of Peter Pettigrew, which wasn't something to be proud of.

"It was actually interesting," Susan continued to describe her lessons. Her hands were gesturing wildly and a small smile played on her lips. Harrison glanced at Hannah Abbot, Susan's best friend who appeared to be listening to every word she was saying. Harrison didn't want Susan here if curses were flying but he knew he needed witnesses that weren't in Slytherin or Gryffindor. After all he didn't know how long it would take for the professors and prefects to get here once the spells began to fly. Especially since they were in a rarely used corridor.

Harrison could see Blaise staring hawk like at the end of the hall where the Gryffindors would be coming from. Draco, Leo and Theo were standing casually with Daphne, Tracey, Cass, Jenna and Pansy. But Harrison could tell that they were all ready to fight if they had to.

"Slytherins," a spiteful voice called out. Harrison looked away from Susan to see Ron and Seamus walking towards them. The two boys had their wands out and pointing at them. Harrison stepped in front of a confused looking Susan. The twins appeared to be right, not that Harrison doubted them.

"What do you want weasel?" Draco sneered as he leaned casually against the stone wall. A painting of an old looking wizard looked at the teenagers with pursed lips.

"You cursed me yesterday," Ron spat. "Now it's your turn to get cursed." Harrison didn't know whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Not only were the Gryffindors out numbered but there were also two Hufflepuffs present who saw the Gryffindors antagonize the Slytherins.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harrison said feigning innocence. "I didn't curse you."

"I wasn't talking to you," Ron snarled. "I was talking to Malfoy." Ron's wand leveled at a clearly unimpressed Draco.

"I didn't curse you Weasley," Draco sneered. His grey eyes shining with mirth as his lips twitched before going back into a sneer. Ron must've noticed his amusement because his face and ears turned red.

"Yes you did!" Ron yelled, his voice becoming louder.

"What is going on here? I heard yelling." A pompous voice Harrison immediately recognized demanded. Harrison looked over Ron's shoulder to see Ernie Macmillan and Justin Finch-Fletchley walking around the corner. Harrison scowled, those two annoying Hufflepuffs weren't supposed to be here. He glanced sideways at Leo who now had his wand in his hand. Harrison looked back at the three Gryffindors who were now glancing behind at the two new additions.

"They were threatening Draco," Susan said pointing accusingly at the Gryffindors. Ernie's lips thinned when his eyes landed on Draco. Harrison's scowl grew, Ernie hated the Slytherins. The arrogant Hufflepuff wouldn't believe that the Slytherins hadn't started it.

"This doesn't concern you two," Blaise said calmly to the two male Hufflepuffs.

Ernie puffed his chest out. "Fighting in the corridors is against the school rules." Harrison heard someone scoff and knew immediately that it was Draco.

"We aren't fighting," Blaise drawled. "Not one of us have uttered a single curse."

"You can leave now," Leo added, his tone cold. While the banter was going on Harrison was watching Ron who appeared to be getting angrier by the second, no doubt because his little ambush didn't work as planned. Harrison glanced discretely at his watch. No doubt Dean would be here in a few minutes with at least one professor, and no doubt a prefect. "We won't be fighting," Leo continued, his voice taking on a tone of arrogance. "And even if we do, they wouldn't last five seconds."

"Oh yeah?" Ron said, his tone surprisingly arrogant. "I lasted more than five seconds, didn't I Zabini?" Harrison's eyes snapped to Blaise who looked furious, no doubt remembering being punched repeatedly by Ron.

"Luck," Blaise spat. Ron's eyes narrowed and faster than Harrison would've thought Ron capable of he was waving his wand.

"Bombarda!" Ron shouted. Harrison quickly cast a shield charm that covered all of his friends. A loud crashing sound echoed around the hall when the spell hit a pillar, stone clattering to the ground. "Bombarda! Bombarda! Bombarda!" Harrison strengthened his shield charm as everyone who didn't already have their wand out pulled them out and the Slytherins sent their own curses. To Harrison's shock Ron was able to dodge several curses, and cast a shield charm that blocked a cutting curse from Blaise. Ernie and Justin dove to the ground as soon as the spells began to fly across the hall. Daphne, Tracey, Pansy, Jenna, Cass did what Harrison told them to earlier and dodged behind a pillar. Tracey dragging Susan and Hannah with them.

"You are all going to be serving weeks of detention!" Ernie shouted indignantly. Ernie leaped to the side as a stray stunner came flying towards him.

Lights of every color lit up the hallway as various curses and hexes were sent flying through the air. The Slytherins knew they couldn't show what they actually knew so they kept their curses to what fourth years and under could know, after all their professors knew they were advanced. Harrison looked around at his friends. He shook his head at Draco who nodded reluctantly. Draco wanted to stun the two or knock them out, but they needed to be conscious when the professors came. If not than Harrison would've had them both out with a single spell. It would be too easy for even one of them to take on both Ron and Seamus. But they needed to keep their dueling levels to themselves. Harry cast a shield charm as a cutting curse came flying towards him. His eyes narrowed, he didn't know Ron knew that. Ron and Seamus were better at dodging and seemed to know more spells than the last time they dueled.

"You've been practicing," Harrison commented as he dodged a stunner from Ron.

"Yes," Ron said through gritted teeth. Harrison could tell the two Gryffindors were getting tired, and he sneered at their lack of stamina. It would be simple for their enemy to tire them out and then simply stun them.

"Bloody hell!" Justin yelled. Harrison looked away from where he was watching Leo laugh at Seamus' attempts to hit him with a spell. Justin was hunched over grabbing his stomach and groaning.

"Everyone stop!" Ernie yelled as he stood in front of Justin waving his hands. No one seemed to be paying the uptight Hufflepuff any attention.

"Even without trying I'm still better than you," Blaise chuckled as he side stepped a stunner.

"You bastard!" Ron yelled as he sent a entrail expelling curse surprising Blaise.

"What is going on here?" The loud and furious voice of Professor McGonagall yelled. Harrison watched as Dean, McGonagall, Umbridge, Snape and Barty walked around the corner. McGonagall looked furious, Umbridge looked a mixture of anger and triumphant while Snape and Barty both wore expressionless masks. Immediately all of the students froze, Ron shooting the Slytherins a smug look before he turned around to look at the professors. A second later Anastasia and Percy walked around the corner. Anastasia's face was etched with fury while Percy looked both worried and angry. Snape and Barty both looked at Harrison, they gave him a look that translated into 'is anyone hurt', Harrison shook his head and they both nodded.

"Well?" McGonagall demanded. "Explain!"

"The Slytherins started it," Ron said immediately, sounding like he had been waiting a lifetime to say those words. Harrison fought the urge to roll his eyes as the horrible acting done by the Gryffindor.

"That's not true," Susan said indignantly as she walked out from behind the pillar. The other girls coming out after her. "We were standing here, just talking, when Ron and Seamus starting trying to antagonize Draco." Susan frowned. "I don't know why, but he was being really mean." Harrison was internally grinning, her sincerity was obvious. After all, she didn't know that Draco had cursed Ron yesterday. "Then Ernie and Justin came and everyone was arguing," she shook her head, "but Ron shot the first curse at Blaise. Harrison blocked the spell and then I ran behind the pillar. I didn't see what happened after that."

McGonagall rounded on Ron. "Why did you curse Mr. Zabini?" Ron looked angry, all traces of his earlier smugness gone. Ron opened his mouth to say something but then closed it. "Well, Mr. Weasley?" Ron looked like he was having an internal battle with himself. Harrison was trying not to laugh, the Gryffindors plan to attack the Slytherins and have the professors come and blame it on the Slytherins didn't work so well it seems.

"I don't know," Ron said through gritted teeth. Harrison saw a smirk form on Draco's lips for a brief second before disappearing. Ron couldn't very well say that he cursed Blaise because the latter told him that Ron was only able to punch him due to luck. McGonagall's lips thinned and her eyes narrowed, in that moment she looked as though she could breath fire. The head of Gryffindor looked around the hall and Harrison did the same. Two pillars were on the verge of collapse, three portraits were damaged, and bits of the stone wall were chipped. Harrison's eyes landed on Umbridge who was looking at Ron like the cat that caught the canary. Harrison knew that Umbridge would love to get any dirt she could on the Weasley family. A violent son who attacked several children of rich, respectable wizarding officials wouldn't make the Weasley's look good.

"Are you alright Harrison?" Percy asked after a moment of silence in which the professors were assessing the damage to the hall.

"I'm fine Percy," Harrison murmured. Amusement filling him at the look of out right fury on Ron's face that Percy asked Harrison and not Ron if he was okay.

"Is he fine!" Ron yelled, his eyes wide and the hand not holding his wand clenched. "I'm your brother and you ask if he's fine? Why does it matter? He's a slimy snake! Who care's if he's hurt, he would deserve it!" At the end of Ron's miniature rant everyone was staring at him. Everyone seemed to be in shock that he would yell that in front of three professors and Umbridge. McGonagall looked angrier than Harrison had ever seen her. Percy looked torn between anger and embarrassment. Harrison knew that the embarrassment wasn't over not asking if Ron was okay, but what the professors would think of him due to that. Harrison was so busy watching everyones reactions that he didn't notice Ron pointing his wand at his chest. "Bo-" Ron began but with a flick from Barty's wand Ron's wand was flying through the air and into the History of Magic teachers hand. Harrison watched as Barty's hand wrapped around the broken wand, and he felt a flicker of anger that he hadn't noticed a wand being pointed at him.

"Mr. Weasley!" McGonagall yelled, her fury making her Scottish accent more pronounced.

"Ron!" Percy yelled, his eyes wide.

Snape and Barty were both glaring daggers at Ron, and a sneer was on the Potions masters face. Harrison barely spared the two death eaters a glance, he knew they weren't reacting because they wanted to see how McGonagall handled it. Although he could tell they were both tempted to curse the Gryffindor into oblivion, but Harrison had spoken to them both after receiving the letter from the Weasley twins and told them not to interfere unless they had to.

"I am taking you to the headmaster," McGonagall said angrily. She rounded on Seamus. "Don't think you aren't coming too Mr. Finnigan." Her narrowed eyes moved between the rest of the students before landing on Snape. "Severus, I am sure you would like to come?" Severus' black eyes glittered with malice.

"Yes," Snape said silkily. Harrison watched as Ron and Seamus paled drastically.

"Your wand," Umbridge simpered to Seamus as Barty handed her Ron's wand. At one glare from McGonagall Seamus handed his wand to Umbridge.

"Come, now!" McGonagall barked to Ron and Seamus. "You too Mr. Thomas." Her lips thinned even further. "I have been a professor for longer than you've been born, I know there is more to this than we were told. I would like to know why you came to get me before any fighting began, since Miss Bones didn't mention seeing you at all." Dean's eyes flickered to Ron and Seamus a move Harrison was sure all of the professors noticed. "All of you go to the hospital wing," McGonagall ordered the Slytherins and Hufflepuffs.

"We're fine," Pansy told the professor.

"I wasn't asking," McGonagall said, her tone brooking no argument.

"I'll take them," Anastasia said with a nod of her head as she glared venomously at the Gryffindors.

"Thank you Miss Zabini," McGonagall said stiffly, her anger palpable. Harrison watched as the professors walked away with three angry Gryffindors. Harrison allowed his lips to quirk slightly. He was wrong, it was still fun to mess with Ron and his little friends.

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