Until The End

Until The End

Chapter 25: The Reign of the Heir

"The saddest people smile the brightest…"

Albus Dumbledore's P.O.V:

Headmaster's Office – Tuesday, November 3rd, 1992 (12:24 a.m.)

"Where in that brilliant mind of yours did you procure the idea to appoint me to be an assistant to Lockhart's 'duelling club'?" Severus asked, his dark eyes piercing through Albus' soul.

The two had returned from a meeting in the professor's staffroom with the other professors, where the lot all discussed the latest events and any requests. Aside from Irma's exasperated comments on the noise levels emitted from the students in the library and Rolanda's request for the school to invest in better brooms, Gilderoy had constantly made his voice heard, suggesting an idea to hold a duelling club for the students so that they could 'get' the experience of facing off in a duel and to ease themselves in the current events occurring at Hogwarts.

Albus offered him a sad smile as Severus seated himself in the chair in front of Albus' desk. "Gilderoy's most recent idea isn't so absurd, Severus. Giving the students some experience in duelling may certainly make up for the vital work they've been missing in Gilderoy's classes. I only assigned you to be his assistant because you and I both know how this duelling club would be orchestrated if Gilderoy was the only one running it. I trust you solely to attend to any injuries or problems."

"What even possessed you to hire this fool?" Severus bit out, shaking his head. "Ever since he was sorted into Ravenclaw, he has been nothing but a delusional fool whose ego and thirst for attention rivalled the Dark Lord's thirst for power. Even you've admitted that he is not fit to run this duelling club by himself not ten seconds ago."

"I've done this to expose the truth about this man, Severus," Albus replied, his eyes hardening. "Gilderoy Lockhart is a fraud who has stolen the memories of brave wizards and witches alike and used them for his own benefit. He has deceived quite the amount of people, but I personally knew a few of the mages that had their memories stolen by Gilderoy."

"And you plan to reveal Lockhart's true self, how?" Severus questioned, looking slightly surprised. Was this really Lockhart they were talking about?

"Well, it has begun from the very moment he taught his first class," Albus provided, shuffling over to Fawkes. "He has consistently proven that he is incapable to teach due to the fact that he is not what he seems. Once there is substantial evidence and perhaps even testimonies of students, he shall be brought to justice."

"Yes, I'm certain that the whole student body of Hogwarts will testify," Severus scoffed. "They haven't learned any crucial spells nor knowledge that adheres to the curriculum."

Once again, Albus offered his ex-student a sad smile, this time for a different reason. He knew how much the Potions Master desired to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts and judging by Severus' venomous tone, it was most definitely on his mind.

"No matter how inadequate an individual may seem, knowledge can always be imparted, my boy," Albus preached, and Severus rolled his eyes. Albus turned back to Fawkes and softly stroked the fray bird's beak. The end is near, my friend… sooner or later, that's all…

"How is Ronald?" Albus spoke after a few moments; he had missed speaking with that red-haired boy.

"I'd rather discuss Lockhart," Severus replied sourly, and Albus chuckled.

"I heard about the little debacle between Ronald and his sister, Ginerva," Albus stated, and Severus' expression turned cold.

"That boy needs to learn how to control his temper," Severus scowled. "Some students suspect him of being the heir due to his bizarre placement into Slytherin and how he blew up in front of his sister."

"They're children, Severus," Albus pointed out. "These years are the beginning of a journey in maturing, overcoming complications and finding one's vocation. I'm sure you can relate."

The Head of Slytherin glared at Albus before responding, "I assure you, this was simply different. I've refrained him from visiting his sister so that he can cool off and reflect on his actions."

"Well, whatever the case is, I'm sure they'll make up," Albus said, and the thought of Ariana came to his mind. Quickly dismissing it, he turned back to Fawkes, though Albus' mind wandered off to the school's latest events.

"Albus, I need to speak with you," came the Sorting Hat's croaky voice, and Albus looked over his shoulder. What a pleasant surprise…

"What is it you must discuss with me, Sorting Hat?" Albus asked curiously.

"Headmaster, I'll leave to my quarters-"

"No, you may stay, Severus. I believe this concerns the both of you," the Sorting Hat interjected. Albus and Severus exchanged a glance before Severus slowly returned to his seat and Albus stared at the hat. "This matter is about Xavier Desmond."

"Go on," Severus gestured, feeling intrigued like Albus.

"I was having a chat with him before dinner time and I must warn you both of something that I experienced when I was on top of his head," the Sorting Hat began.

"What is it?" Albus asked quickly, his brow furrowing.

"His mind… it's reconstructing itself…" the hat informed, making both men cock eyebrows. "I'm not certain on whether this shocking predicament has been occurring ever since his seizure or maybe his possession. But there is something very wrong with the young boy and I fear he may be in danger or may be a danger to those around him."

"Danger? What kind, hat?" Severus inquired, while alarm bells began to go off in Albus' mind. Was the hat implying that he had felt a dark wave of magic from Xavier Desmond like Albus had before?

"The more I stayed on top of his head, the less I felt in control of navigating through his memories," the Sorting Hat supplied, while Albus and Severus listened intently. "It was as if something was gaining control of me slowly and subtly. I could feel dark waves of magic, some that I have never come across before."

"So, you were correct then," Severus spoke, looking over to Albus. "This wave of dark magic… the both of you have felt it."

"Please continue, hat," Albus requested firmly; he needed to know more!

"I did not comment on this to the boy," the hat replied. "As far as I'm concerned, he has no intel of what signals he is giving off. I fear that perhaps the Dark Lord's failed attempt at possessing the young boy has affected his mind, along with the magic that guards it and its memories."

"Yes… when he and his friends tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone…" Albus murmured, his complexion ageing several years. How can I figure this out? What is wrong with the boy?

"Perhaps this wouldn't have been an issue if you weren't so idiotic, old man," the Sorting Hat spat out, and Albus sighed. "That near possession has scarred the boy emotionally and physically, albeit he conceals it innately. This was your wrongdoing, Albus. I hope you know how incredibly foolish you were."

"Stifle your mewling, you insolent little-" Albus raised a hand to stop Severus.

"The hat is right, Severus. I was careless and selfish. The blame is on me," Albus said tiredly. For a moment, the three didn't make any conversation before Albus looked over to the Sorting Hat. "Did you say that Mr. Desmond has been scarred… physically?"

"Oh, yes," the hat replied gravely. "I would be surprised if he wasn't. The boy noticed his scars back at St. Mungo's in a mirror but hasn't given them much attention. Oddly enough, the scars look similar to some ancient runes."

"Ancient runes?" Albus' brow furrowed. "That is very odd indeed…"

"Nevertheless, I suggest you both keep a close eye on the boy. I'm not sure what is wrong with him and that makes me afraid for his wellbeing and others surrounding him," the hat advised. Albus rubbed his forehead, while Severus muttered about needing a drink. Could Xavier be… somewhat linked to the Heir of Slytherin? The Hat and I deduced long ago that it was Tom that opened the Chamber of Secrets the last time… Tom cannot be in this castle, nor does he have an offspring… however, Xavier…

Albus felt a pang of guilt when he compared Xavier to Tom. Though he hated to admit it, the two individuals did have certain similarities. The same orphanage… deceased parents… and now that Tom tried to possess Xavier… could he have gained some sort of control of Xavier… even possibly influence him?

"You think that the boy may be the heir?" Severus asked, tearing Albus out of his thoughts. Severus was gazing at him with an unreadable expression, and Albus sighed before sitting down in his chair. He glanced at the sleeping portraits of the previous headmasters and headmistresses and looked back at the black-robed man.

"No, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. It has only been a few days since Mrs. Norris' petrification," Albus responded firmly. "We must keep our eyes on the young boy, Severus. I've seen him missing dinner and lunch a couple of times. His friends are patently worried over him, and I fear that he may become akin to how his father behaved-"

"When he found out that his parents were killed," Severus finished, nodding curtly as he reminisced about his once Gryffindor friend. "I'll watch over him, Albus. You have my word."

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

The Great Lake - Tuesday, November 3rd, 1992 (6:40 a.m.)

Xavier's chest heaved intensely as he came to a stop. Beads of sweat cascaded down Xavier's brow and his breathing was quite ragged. A mixture of white and grey wisps filled the air, partially blocking the rising sun in the distance. The Great Lake shimmered peacefully as usual, and albeit it was currently a colder season, Xavier felt a suffocating warmth around his body, triggering him to take off his jumper. The breeze soothed his body and a small smile sprawled across Xavier's face. Thirteen laps… not bad… not bad at all…

The ambrosial smell of nature was enough to lift Xavier's spirits, even when he opposed it. Throwing his jumper over his shoulder, Xavier began to trek through the Hogwarts grounds, passing by the veggie patch and greenhouses. He decided now was an opportune time to speak with Hagrid about the Chamber of Secrets.

Once Xavier made his way to the giant man's hut, he knocked on the door a few times. The wooden door was opened to reveal Hagrid's large frame and the bearded man smiled warmly at Xavier.

"Hullo, Xavier," Hagrid greeted, gesturing the boy to come inside.

"Hey, Hagrid," Xavier greeted back, putting on a smile. "I'm sorry that I haven't visited you lately."

"Oh, that's alrigh'," Hagrid dismissed, turning to his boiling kettle to pour some tea. "I'm sure yer been busy with school and all."

"Yes, quite so," Xavier nodded, taking a seat in one of the wooden chairs by the table.

"Cuppa?" Hagrid presented Xavier with the kettle and a porcelain mug.

"No thanks," Xavier replied.

"Suit yerself," Hagrid responded, turning to a seat to find Fang's sleeping form laying against the chair legs. "Get up, yer grea' dumb mutt!"

Fang stirred and tiredly dragged himself towards Xavier, placing his head in the boy's lap. Xavier began to pat the boarhound's head soothingly.

"So, was there anythin' you wanted to talk abou', Xavier?" Hagrid asked curiously, sipping on his tea. "I'm all ears."

"Well, yes," Xavier started, finding it difficult to convey what he wanted to ask. "I'm sure you know that everyone's been wary these last couple of days from what has happened."

"Oh yes… the Chamber of Secrets…" Hagrid mumbled, his eyes becoming distant.

"Yes, the Chamber of Secrets…" Xavier nodded vigorously. "I started to look into who could be the culprit or the 'Heir of Slytherin' as most people imply. I just wanted to clear my name as many suspect me of being the heir."

"Well, they're damn stupid if they believe such nonsense," Hagrid puffed up firmly. "I can promise on me dad's soul that yer and Harry aren't behind this mess."

"Thank you, Hagrid," Xavier said gratefully. "Anyway, while I was looking for any source of information that could help me, I came across something odd. It involved you."

Hagrid's fierce look from before morphed into a distant look tinged with a colour of panic. He seemed to have understood what Xavier was insinuating.

"Xavier… yer mus' understand-"

"Hagrid, I know you were not behind the attacks that happened fifty years ago," Xavier assured strongly. "You're one of the most amicable and genuine blokes I've ever met. If you were this so-called 'Heir of Slytherin' fifty years ago, then my father was secretly the Dark Lord's righthand man."

Xavier knew Hagrid was touched upon words when he saw two beetle-sized tears well up in Hagrid's innocent eyes. There's no way in hell that Hagrid would commit such vile acts…

"They expelled me for it…" Hagrid murmured, sniffling loudly. "Professor Dumbledore tried everythin' in his power to help me and prove my innocence." Xavier felt a tinge of sympathy for the man and his respect for Dumbledore bloomed once more. Hagrid didn't deserve this…

"I want to catch the heir before disaster strikes again," Xavier declared seriously. "I reckon they won't stop, and Mrs. Norris was merely the beginning of it all. For me to solve this calamity, I need to know anything that you can provide me with. What was this monster hidden in the chamber? Did you ever hear about it fifty years ago?"

Hagrid blew on a handkerchief while Fang whined softly and licked his hand empathically. The man then looked at Xavier and answered, "No one ever found out wha' this monster was, Xavier. Everyone and their bloody mothers thought it was me. At the time, I had a creature in me possession-"

"A creature?" Xavier interjected. "What sort?"

"An Acromantula," Hagrid replied, smiling softly. "Seriously misunderstood creatures, they are. Seriously misunderstood." Blimey… An Acromantula… Only Hagrid would say this…

"Was this the creature believed to be behind the attacks?" Xavier questioned, and Hagrid nodded grimly.

"Aragog wouldn't hurt a soul, I swear," Hagrid defended, and Xavier cocked an eyebrow. Aragog?

"What happened when your 'custody' over this Acromantula was exposed?" Xavier queried in an intrigued tone.

"Aragog had disappeared into the forest. Everyone believed tha' since the creature was 'banished', Hogwarts was safe again," Hagrid supplied, a look of fury spreading across his face. "Utter codswallop. Aragog never hur' anyone because I nurtured him." Did Tom Riddle banish the creature? Is that why he earned an award for it?

"Should I assume that he is no longer here?" Xavier asked, and the man shook his head.

"Aragog lives deep within the fores', Xavier. I even found him a wife, Mosag," Hagrid replied cheerfully, and Xavier schooled his bewilderment.

Hagrid then got up from his chair and moved over to the stove area, while Xavier remained seated, pondering over his racing thoughts. That wasn't much information… however, this Aragog… should I locate him? No, that would be suicidal… But perhaps it knows a hint of what creature resides in the Chamber of Secrets… Ron hates spiders… there's no point involving him then… I should probably keep this all to myself as I've been doing lately…

"Xavier…" Hagrid's rough voice broke Xavier from his thoughts. "Thank yer… for sayin' those kind words before…"

"Don't mention it, Hagrid," Xavier reassured solemnly. "When I heard that you were accused of being the culprit fifty years ago, I didn't believe it for a second. I don't want anything similar to the events that took place fifty years ago to occur. Anyways, I'll get going now."

"Stay safe, alrigh'?" Hagrid smiled amiably as he opened the door for Xavier. "Don't be getting yerself into any trouble."

"I'll keep those words in mind, Hagrid," Xavier shot the immense man a parting smile and took off at a steady pace off to the castle to wash up. I must wait for Theo's report to be delivered… perhaps, it will provide the most answers…

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Boy's Dorm - Tuesday, November 3rd, 1992 (7:10 a.m.)

"Wake up, Weasley," someone said, and Ron groaned tiredly before rolling onto his side.

"Come on, get up already," came another voice and Ron forced himself to open his eyes. The drapes around his four-poster bed were spread, giving him a view of his dorm room and he looked up to see his friends' faces staring down at him with concern and relief.

"Finally," Pansy sighed.

"Thought you had died in your sleep," Tracey feigned solace, causing Daphne to frown.

"I wish…" Ron muttered before he yawned loudly and stretched his arms. "What time is it?"

"Breakfast will begin in twenty minutes," Blaise provided, and Ron nodded once. Damn… I missed out on my morning run…

Ron then looked between his friends and groaned deeply. "Please don't start."

"I'm sorry, Ron, but sending Xavier to tell us not to 'chastise' you wasn't going to work," Tracey shrugged as she dropped onto Theo's bed. Where is he anyway?

"Well?" Theo asked impatiently. "Care to explain why you manhandled your own sister like that yesterday?"

"Manhandled?" Ron cocked an eyebrow. "You're exaggerating mate-"

"You shook your sister like she was some doll, Ron," Blaise cut off. "There's no exaggeration in that, I'm disappointed to say."

"Xavier told us that you had been searching for her and you had been panicky," Daphne informed haughtily, her hands on her hips.

"Look," Ron started, feeling the urge to go back to sleep. "I was just worried over her wellbeing. I asked Hermione to watch over her and she told me about Ginny's odd behaviour lately. Then Luna comes along and tells me the same things and starts bloody breaking down, which is a rare sight, might I add. I searched for her for hours on end only to find her just popping up in the Entrance Hall with a nonchalant look on her face. So, forgive me if I lost it yesterday and scared you lot!"

"Scared us?" Millie asked, a pitiful look plastered on her face.

"Yeah, I saw your looks yesterday," Ron spat out. "All of you were gazing at me like I was the ruddy heir or something. Just like everyone else."

"Ron," Pansy started pacifyingly, plopping herself down next to the red-haired boy. "We know you're not the heir, alright? You just… gave us a scare, that's all."

"Don't be a dolt, Ron. Don't think for a second that we suspect you," Theo added, patting Ron's shoulder comfortingly. "You and Xavier have both been acting differently and it's starting to really worry us."

"I… I understand, mate," Ron replied guiltily, holding Pansy's hand. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to vanish all of yesterday evening. I was just apprehensive and determined on finding my sister's whereabouts. And I lost it when Ginny screamed in my face." I should have never done that…

"Perhaps she was harbouring irritation towards you because she had the notion that you got Granger to spy on her," Blaise theorised, and the girls nodded fervently in consensus.

"That may be a plausible theory, Blaise," Theo noted.

"You're probably right," Ron sighed, rubbing his temples in a circular motion. "That could explain why Ginny might be mad at me. She never did really like us fretting over her."

"Why don't you invite Luna to eat with us today?" Millie suggested. "Maybe we can cheer her up."

"Ooh yes, I've been wanting to meet Luna," Tracey agreed eagerly.

"But you haven't even introduced us to her yet," Pansy pouted at Ron.

"I'll bring her over today, I promise," Ron assured, feeling grateful towards his friends. "Anyway, where's Xavier?"

"You tell us, mate," Theo shrugged. "Merlin knows what that bloke is up to."

"He's been acting really distant lately," Pansy noted as an anxious look marred her features. "More than ever, actually."

The door to their dorm began to open and Tracey remarked, "Speak of the Devil and he shall appear."

Xavier strolled in with a thoughtful look on his face before his eyes landed on everyone in the room. His eyes darted from Ron to everyone else and he then glanced back at Ron and said, "I tried."

"It's no matter," Ron dismissed. "Where have you been?"

"On my run," Xavier responded, presenting a puzzled look to Ron. "Why?" We normally finish our runs much earlier…

"Seriously, Xavier, what's going on with you?" Tracey questioned obstinately. "You barely hang out with us anymore."

"I assure you, there's no need to feel possessive," Xavier answered coolly. "I'm not secretly hanging out with other people-"

"That's not what she meant," Theo interjected, his eyes narrowing on Xavier.

"Guys, leave," Daphne suddenly ordered, her eyes piercing through Xavier. "I want to talk to him alone."

"What, you think that's going to do anything?" Theo questioned derisively.

"Just leave, alright?" Daphne repeated, turning her cold gaze to her friends. "Invite Luna over to our table. We'll join you in a minute."

Ron stared at Daphne and then at Xavier. He then nodded firmly and said, "Come on, guys. Let's go to breakfast."

Daphne gave him a small nod while everyone began to shuffle out of the dorm en masse. Hopefully Daph can get Xavier to divulge what's wrong with him lately…

Daphne Greengrass' P.O.V:

Boy's Dorm - Tuesday, November 3rd, 1992 (7:20 a.m.)

Daphne watched her friends depart the boy's dorm and she crossed her arms over her chest as she turned to Xavier with a dead serious look.

"You're some detective are you now, eh?" Xavier joked, but Daphne wasn't amused. "Come on, why the long face-"

"Shut up," Daphne snapped. "I've reached my ends with your behaviour. I was worried at first, but now I'm just downright annoyed with you."

"Sorry, mother," Xavier replied sarcastically before turning to make his way to the bathroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" Daphne huffed indignantly; why was Xavier being so difficult?!

"To drown in the bathtub," Xavier rolled his eyes. "I literally ran laps around the Great Lake. I'm not smelling the greatest and I've been sweating profusely since the second I was on my fourth lap. Why, is there something you need?"

"Why are you being so complicated, Xavier?" Daphne inquired, her blood starting to boil. "You've been ignoring us ever since your seizure and you just disappear from time to time without giving any explanation. Have we done something to you? Please, I have no single idea why you've been acting like this, and you have my undivided attention if you can care to tell me what's wrong."

Xavier stared at her with an aloof countenance, while Daphne waited unwaveringly, her heart beating strongly. For a moment, they stood in silence, all feelings forgotten.

"There's nothing wrong, Daphne," Xavier broke the silence, and his tone was softer.

"Don't lie to me, Xavier," Daphne pleaded in a gentle tone, her ire morphing into despondency. "Please… I want to help you… we all want to help you…"

"I…" Xavier started, but then he stopped. "I've just been feeling a little off lately. Obviously, the seizure was the main factor for it but being suspected of being the heir and getting constant looks of trepidation… I just want to be away from it all."

Daphne sniffled at what Xavier said and he sighed softly. "Daph, don't cry."

"So, you distance yourself from those who care about you and would be there for you instead?" Daphne asked, salty tears sliding down her cheeks. "Why?"

"I… dunno," Xavier answered, leaning against a wall. "I guess it's an instinct for me to do so… It's how I was back at the orphanage… I guess I never really changed from it."

"But your life is different now," Daphne pointed out, her heart breaking at Xavier's words. "You have us… you have me…"

"I know I do," Xavier smiled for the first time in days that Daphne could recall. "I couldn't have been more appreciative for this blessing of having you lot as my closest friends. I didn't want to feel like a burden-"

Daphne cut off Xavier's words by rushing toward him and engulfing him in a tight hug. Daphne dug her head into Xavier's shoulder and the boy stiffened in her arms.

"You could never feel like a burden to us, Xavier," Daphne cried, her tears dampening Xavier's clothes. "You've been through so much and we don't know how to fix it. We all love you so much… even Theo and Blaise… they see you as their brother as they do for Ron… I hope you know that."

When Xavier's arms snaked around Daphne's waist and pulled her figure closer to his, she looked up at him with glassy eyes and saw his regretful look.

"I do know that," Xavier responded quietly. "I'm sorry, Daphne. I suppose I'm too far gone to be fixed. But having you lot be my side is all that I ever need."

Daphne placed her hand on Xavier's cheek and stroked his face lovingly. A smile broke out on her face when Xavier blushed. Aww…

"You can always talk to me, Xavier," Daphne promised, her diamond-blue eyes penetrating through Xavier's coal-black eyes. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

"Thank you, Daphne," Xavier replied earnestly, taking Daphne's hand and planting a kiss on it. "I… I love you."

Daphne's cheeks turned rosy, and she leaned in to plant a soft kiss on Xavier's lips. When Daphne released her lips from his, she couldn't help but giggle at Xavier's smirk. Her chest was heaving against his and the feeling of exuberance and slight delirium crept up Daphne's spine all the while butterflies roamed her stomach.

"I love you too," Daphne returned, her blush deepening when she realised how their bodies were rubbing together. "I'll see you at breakfast, ok?"

"Sure thing," Xavier nodded firmly, and he turned to enter the bathroom. Daphne grabbed onto his hand to stop him and when he turned back to her, she suggested sheepishly, "You know, Xavier, we can… kiss more if you'd like. I personally enjoy them…"

"I enjoy them too, Daphne," Xavier admitted, and Daphne fought the urge to pump her fist in the air. "I'll take your offer if you'd like. Besides, it's been so much time since we… you know, kissed at your birthday party."

"I've been thinking the exact same," Daphne replied softly, disguising her ever-growing jubilance. He thinks about that night as well?! "I… like kissing you."

Xavier seemed to be amused by Daphne's flustered look and she pouted at his teasing look. "I do too, Daphne." Yes!

"I'll let you go now, Xavier," Daphne said, smiling at her dark-skinned friend.

Xavier winked at her and disappeared into the bathroom, while Daphne spun around swiftly and made her way towards the door of the boy's dorm. Feeling more elated, Daphne made her way to the exit of the Slytherin Common Room with a wide smile, forgetting to school her face to look cold.

A sense of accomplishment flourished in Daphne's heart. She had gotten Xavier to break out of his shell and she had finally kissed him again. Daphne looked forward to when she got to kiss her crush again. Good thing I told the others to leave me and Xavier alone… that worked so perfectly!

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

The Great Hall - Tuesday, November 3rd, 1992 (7:25 a.m.)

"Not so fast, Ronniekins," came Fred's voice from behind Ron and the boy froze, turning a deep shade of red at the ridiculing nickname.

"To be precise, what's the hurry, Ronniekins?" George added, and Ron turned around with an irritable look. His friends shielded him from his two older brothers, causing the twins to grin dangerously.

"What loyalty," Fred praised.

"Indeed, what stupidity," George shook his head.

"What do you two want, eh?" Ron asked, albeit he already knew what the twins were expecting.

"A lovely chat, that's all," Fred answered, his eyes gleaming.

"Furthermore, a loving chat is very much required," George continued, his tone becoming firm. "Care to join us, Ron?"

"Brilliant, come along then," Fred said before Ron could even answer and he placed a strong grip on Ron's arm.

Ron sighed tiredly before turning to his friends and he said, "Go on, guys. I'll see you in a bit. I'll make sure to bring Luna, ok?"

"If you're sure, mate," Theo replied, and Ron nodded.

"Come on, guys," Blaise ordered, leading everyone down to the Slytherin table.

"Who knew such snakes could be so devoted to a Weasley," Fred eulogized, watching Ron's friends leave.

"Just get on with it," Ron bit out, and the twins exchanged a disapproving chuckle.

"Temper, temper, Ronnie," George tutted. "Haven't you learned your lesson already?"

"Cut it out, you two," came Percy's stern voice. Ron took his eyes off his twin brothers and found Percy approaching them, his shiny prefect badge pinned on his uniform as customary.

"Ah, Percy to the rescue as always," Fred mocked, and Percy ignored him. The oldest brother of the lot then faced Ron with an unreadable expression.

"Follow me," Percy commanded, and he turned on his heel to walk in the opposite direction. Fred and George gestured for Ron to follow Percy and Slytherin did as he was instructed, bracing himself for his brothers' lecture.

Once Percy guided his younger brothers to a spare classroom on the first floor, he shut the door and Ron leaned against a wall, feeling slightly trapped. The twins gazed at him intensely, waiting for Ron to produce a response. Well, this is awkward…

"I'm guessing you guys… want an explanation," Ron started, rubbing the back of his neck.

"An explanation he says," Fred scoffed mockingly.

"Nah, we want you to give us all a warm hug each," George rolled his eyes, and Ron shot the twins a glare. Twats…

"Let him speak," Percy ordered, his eyes narrowing on Ron's figure.

Ron stared vaguely for a bit and sighed, getting tired of reciting himself. "I'm sorry for what I did yesterday. I never meant to shake Ginny like that. I lost my temper because I had been searching for her and she wasn't anywhere to be seen. When I did find her, she… she ignored me and just kept going on with her day. I repeatedly demanded an explanation, but she then screamed in my face. And… I guess I lost it."

"Yeah, no kidding," Fred grimaced, shaking his head.

"You've scared her, Ron," George informed gravely. "We couldn't even get her to speak to us last night."

"Why is she acting like this?" Ron asked frustratedly as he felt an oncoming headache. "Why is she infuriated with me? I only wanted to watch over her."

"You mean to get Hermione Granger to spy on her?" Percy pointed out, and Ron looked up at him. "Even a blind man could tell what your friend was trying to do. And I appreciate your protectiveness over Ginny. Don't we all, Fred and George?" The twins nodded tersely, while Percy's piercing gaze at Ron softened.

"But you know how she is," Percy continued. "Ginny detests us overly shielding her and I'm sure just about anyone would feel uncomfortable or even betrayed if they found out their sibling ordered someone to spy on them and report their behaviour back."

"Hell, remember the time Percy got that lad named Timothy Collymore to spy on us and we caught him, George?" Fred recalled with a mischievous grin.

"But of course, good ol' Timothy!" George chuckled, turning to Percy. "Whatever happened to the bloke?"

"You twits intimidated him," Percy huffed exasperatedly. "Besides, I only got him to look over you because I knew you two were up to something the second you set foot in this castle. I mean, it only took you both two weeks to land in Professor Dumbledore's office, right?"

"What the hell?" Ron exclaimed in bewilderment, while the twins snickered loudly.

"Ah, the good days," Fred sighed nostalgically. "Wonder if that was our pinnacle, Georgie?"

"Nah, who knows what's to come, eh?" George replied, grinning menacingly. Ron and Percy exchanged baffled looks. Honestly, these two are so bloody bizarre…

"Anyway," Percy sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I've owled mother and father on the situation. Don't worry, I didn't add in the part about your dramatic flair yesterday."

"Thank you, Percy," Ron responded with full appreciation. "I'm just… perturbed. Hermione and Luna both told me about how Ginny's been acting off lately. Luna even cried in my arms because apparently Ginny's been deliberately ignoring her."

"Did she really?" Percy asked incredulously, while the twins lost their smiles.

"Yeah, it was a shocker for me too, Perce," Ron answered tiredly. "I don't know anymore… things are going shit for me right now." Ron's older brothers noted the bitterness underlined in his tone and glanced at one another.

"Ron, you can always talk to us-"

"Well, that won't solve anything, would it?" Ron cut off Percy's sentence angrily. "Xavier's been off ever since his seizure and people suspect him of being the heir. Harry is also under suspicion and Ginny despises my guts. And now, I'm suddenly the bloody Heir of Slytherin as well-"

"Ron," Fred interjected, walking over to his brother. "We know you're not the Heir of Slytherin."

"We're doing everything in our power to persuade people otherwise," George added in, patting Ron's shoulder. "Percy even handed out a detention to one of the third-year Gryffindors."

"You did?" Ron sniffled, looking over to Percy.

"He had it coming," Percy smiled, joining the twins in consoling Ron. "Everything will turn out alright, ok Ron? We all know you weren't supposed to lose your anger like that last night and lash out at Ginny."

"Dumbledore and the other professors will catch this Heir of Slytherin bastard," George reassured, shooting Ron a genuine smile.

"And keep your head up, Ronnie old boy," Fred added, ruffling Ron's hair. "Soon, everything will be back to normal."

"Thanks, guys," Ron mustered, smiling back at his older brothers. "I guess you're right."

"Good," Percy nodded with a concluding tone. "Now come on, let's go to breakfast."

"I'm hoping that you will be supporting us in the first match of the season this Saturday, eh?" Fred nudged Ron's arm.

"Of course," Ron grinned, feeling that his spirits rose. "After all, Harry brings me all the money."

"Cheeky snake," George chuckled as he clapped Ron on the back, and the four Weasley brothers made their way back to the Great Hall.

As Ron's brothers parted to the Gryffindor table, Ron spotted Daphne conversing with Luna in front of the entrance to the Great Hall and strolled over to them with a curious countenance.

"Scheming wicked plans, are we?" Ron questioned, resulting in the two girls turning to face him.

"Oh, hey Ron," Daphne greeted, and Ron cocked an eyebrow. "I was just introducing myself to Luna here. I didn't know she was so cute!" Blimey… Daphne is acting more jovial than ever… perhaps she got Xavier to speak with her? I don't see him around… or maybe it's Luna…

"Ron?" Luna's voice led him back to the present moment. "You zoned out on us."

"Hmm? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking," Ron waved his hand dismissively. "Luna, would you like to join my friends and I for breakfast? The girls really want to meet you."

"They're going to love you," Daphne added, smiling softly at the Ravenclaw.

"Certainly," Luna replied, smiling genuinely. "I would love to meet your friends. Also, Daphne's eyes look like diamonds."

"Aww, why thank you," Daphne cooed, pinching Luna's cheek. Ron chuckled to himself; only Luna could elicit such a response from Daphne Greengrass.

"Hello," came Xavier's voice from behind them. "What are you lot doing here?"

"Daphne was just getting to know Luna, mate," Ron answered, and he noted Daphne's sudden flustered look. Um… what's this?

"Alright, well do you lot want to go inside and eat, or do you prefer emulating the stone knights' postures over here?" Xavier joked, causing Ron, Daphne and Luna to smile.

"I'll choose the former," Luna responded, and Xavier picked her up and placed her on his back, essentially giving Luna a piggyback ride.

"Where we should go, madam?" Xavier asked courteously.

"To where your friends are sitting," Luna requested, giggling to herself.

"Ah, that's right, you're joining us today," Xavier reminded himself. "Brilliant. Off we go."

"What the bloody hell have you done to Xavier, Daphne?" Ron feigned a horrified tone, while Daphne lapsed into giggles.

"I worked my magic," Daphne winked enigmatically at Ron and the two followed after Xavier and Luna.

Ron noticed people were shooting amused and bewildered looks at Xavier and Luna, which caused Ron to snicker. Ron gazed ahead to the professor's table and fought the urge to burst out in laughter at the expressions that the professors had planted on their faces. On one hand, Professor Dumbledore was smiling merrily, and Professor Lockhart was grinning encouragingly, while on the other, Professor McGonagall looked alarmed, while Professor Snape looked dumbfounded. Bloody hell, he can't believe his eyes! Whatever Daphne did, she must have done it good!

"Um, what the heck?" Theo gaped, while Tracey and Pansy stifled their laughter.

"This school has gone to the dogs," Blaise muttered, his eyes fixated on Xavier's odd behaviour. It's almost like Xavier consumed some Draught of Living Peace or even had a Cheering Charm placed on him.

"What did you do to him?" Millie asked Daphne, as she, Ron, Xavier and Luna sat across Millie, Blaise, Theo, Tracey and Pansy.

"Just used my words, that's all," Daphne replied victoriously.

"Or were there more than words involved?" Tracey grinned mischievously, causing Daphne to blush furiously.

"Well guys, this has been long awaited," Ron spoke up, garnering the group's attention. "This is Luna Lovegood, my sister."

"Not by blood, but by bond," Luna clarified, buttering a piece of toast.

"Ooh, I love your hair colour, Luna," Pansy complimented in a flattering tone.

"Luna, these are my other friends Pansy, Tracey, Millie, Theo and Blaise," Ron introduced with a wide smile. "Though, Theo's a creepy git, so be careful of him."

"Shove off and wipe that smile off your face," Theo shot back, while a chorus of laughter erupted from the girls.

"It's nice to meet you all," Luna smiled politely. "And I disagree, Ron. On the contrary, Theo has beautiful curly hair, and he looks quite bright." I was just kidding, but alright…

"Take that, you twat," Theo smirked triumphantly at Ron, before facing Luna. "I reckon you and I will be good friends, Luna."

"Perhaps, perhaps not," Luna hummed in an airy voice, and Theo lost his smirk. Ha, get fucked, mate! I was waiting for Luna's special attack to come forth!

"I heard you like to paint, Luna," Tracey smiled warmly at Luna as she took a bite out of her eggs and bacon.

"When the moment is perfect, painting is my favourite way to channel it," Luna responded, which made Blaise raise an eyebrow at her with interest. "I'm assuming that you do too?"

"Oh, yes," Tracey chuckled at Luna's eccentricity. "I could paint all day long."

"Yes! We have Charms class today," Ron said happily, cutting up his sausages. "I can't wait to work on the Disarming Charm."

"That makes the two of us, mate," Xavier's voice crept into the conversation.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you two already knew how to perform it," Blaise remarked aloofly.

"Trust me, they do," Theo supplied truthfully, and a vexed frown appeared on his face. "We have Defence Against the Dark Arts today."

"Did you really have to ruin my breakfast like that?" Ron complained sourly, looking over his shoulder and sneering at Professor Lockhart who was no doubt boasting about himself to a bored Professor Flitwick.

"Guys… he's not that bad," Pansy defended coyly, and the boys dropped their utensils loudly, shooting her hysterical looks.

"Since when did you become the clown of the group?" Blaise retorted. Pansy narrowed her eyes on him warningly. She must be taking the piss!

"Have you already forgotten our first lesson with him?" Theo gaped in disbelief. "I mean, fair enough, I would try anything in my power to forget about that horrendous day too."

"Pansy agrees with your views of Professor Lockhart," Luna spoke up casually. "However, she fancies him, so she is blinded to understand your ill intent towards him." Ha, classic Luna!

"I never said that!" Pansy denied, going bright red in the face. "Naughty Luna!"

"Naughty, naughty, Pansy," Xavier grinned impishly. "Is that why I saw you hand a letter to Professor Lockhart the other day after the class finished? He was receiving fan mail from yourself, wasn't he?"

"I never did that!" Pansy gasped at Xavier's aspersions, while everyone began to burst out in laughter. "Stop lying, Xavier!"

"Don't worry, Pans," Xavier reassured firmly. "Your secret is safe with me. I'll make sure that by Valentine's Day, you will have your dear Professor Lockhart in your arms." It's good to see him more uplifted than I've seen in days… that makes me really intrigued about what Daphne did…

"Ewww!" Pansy grimaced, shaking her head vigorously in denial. The other members of the clique were dying of laughter. Even Luna was giggling innocently. Ron missed a certain redhead girl's fixated stare on his back from two tables over.

Transfiguration - Tuesday, November 3rd, 1992 (1:14 p.m.)

"Do you remember what to steal?" Ron whispered, leaning closer to Xavier.

"Yes," Xavier answered back in a low voice. "I'll go to the Potions Storeroom and pilfer the knotgrass and fluxweed ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion."

"Good," Ron replied resolutely. "Make sure to bring them to the Girl's Lavatory on the second floor, alright?"

"Isn't that Moaning Myrtle's bathroom?" Xavier asked, and Ron shot him a puzzled side glance.

"Moaning who?" Ron asked, but Xavier never responded as the bell had rung, garnering their attention to the front of the room.

"Homework shall be one parchment on an Untransfiguration spell such as Reparifage and its effects, significance and origin," Professor McGonagall announced as students began to fill their bags with their textbooks. "You may all leave for lunch now."

"I'll see you in five," Xavier said, handing Ron his book bag as they departed classroom 1B.

"Sure thing, mate," Ron replied firmly, slinging both his and Xavier's compact book bags over his shoulders. "Try not to get caught, eh?"

"No promises," Xavier shrugged, shooting Ron a parting nod before disappearing off to the dungeons. Ron then saw a certain bushy-haired witch in front of him.

"Hermione!" Ron called out, making the bushy-haired girl halt in her place.

"Hey, Ron," Hermione answered when Ron caught up to her. "What's up?"

"I told Xavier to retrieve the ingredients for the potion like you requested," Ron informed as the two hastened to the second-floor lavatories.

"Oh… thanks for that," Hermione responded rather blankly. "Does Xavier know where I'm concocting the potion?"

"Yeah, I told him," Ron narrowed his eyes on her; why did Hermione seem to be timid all of a sudden? "Hermione, is there something wrong?"

"What?" Hermione quickly asked, shooting him an incredulous look. "No, nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?"

"Er… well, you're not even looking me in the eye when I'm speaking-"

"Don't be so daft, Ronald," Hermione cut off haughtily, her walk becoming quicker. "You must be imagining things-"

"Hermione," Ron interjected with a sad sigh. "Is this to do with Ginny?"

Hermione stopped completely in her spot and faced him with a furious glare.

"Of course, it does!" Hermione exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why did you act in such a manner yesterday? You frightened poor Ginny, Ron!" Ah, fuck… what's the saying Tracey and Xavier always say? Putting salt to the wound? Yeah, that…

"Believe me, I've been reprimanded enough," Ron started, a look of guilt spreading across his face. "I never meant to lose my anger out on Ginny. I promise you that, Hermione. It's just what you told me didn't feel right at all about Ginny. I couldn't find her for a long time, and I just couldn't figure out why she was ignoring me, Luna and everyone else. I was scared for her…"

Ron's face screwed up as a way to prevent any unshed tears from pouring down his cheeks. Get a hold of yourself, Weasley!

Hermione's righteous glare softened considerably, and a sympathetic look marred her features.

"You should have taken up on my offer to aid you in finding her," Hermione reminded gently, and Ron shook his head.

"Wouldn't have made a bloody difference, I'm afraid," Ron grit out bitterly. "I searched practically everywhere I could to no avail. I would have just wasted your time if I requested help from you and I know how you like to spend your time valuably."

"Don't say things like that," Hermione admonished firmly. "I would have helped you no matter what."

"I know…" Ron murmured, looking down at his feet. "I'm sorry, Hermione… I didn't mean to give you a scare… I didn't mean to act like a bully… or like Malfoy."

Hermione sprung forward and latched onto Ron, wrapping her arms around his abdomen, while Ron froze in her hold awkwardly, standing like a buffoon.

"Don't you dare compare yourself to Malfoy!" Hermione cried, tightening her hug. "You can never be a bully, Ron. And I know you didn't mean to shake Ginny like that and terrify her on purpose. I just wanted to see if you were apologetic over your actions."

"I am, trust me," Ron whispered into Hermione's thick curls. "If I could talk to her, I would pour my heart out." Hermione sniffled once and Ron assuaged her contrition of making him poignant by rubbing her back.

"You know, Percy reckons that Ginny is irate at me because she figured out that I had asked you to spy on her," Ron provided, and Hermione looked up at him with a teary look.

"Oh, God," Hermione croaked, wiping her tears with the sleeves of her robes. "She must have caught on with how I was trying to speak with her every time she was nearby or when she asked Harry for her broomstick. God, I'm such a bimbo!"

"No, don't say things like that, Hermione," Ron disagreed strongly. "You were just doing what I asked you to do. If anything, it's my fault. I can only thank you to express my appreciation for looking out for her."

"It's no problem, Ron," Hermione reassured, smiling softly at her friend. "I would do it all again if I could."

"Come," Ron grinned at her, guiding her to the second-floor lavatory. "That's enough sappiness, don't you think? We have a potion to concoct!"

"Well, it's me who will be procuring the potion, isn't it?" Hermione pointed out, smirking at Ron's ecstatic tone.

"Yeah, whatever," Ron dismissed hastily as they scurried up a flight of stairs. "Have you already begun?"

"There are certain preparations that are prerequisites before the actual potion is made," Hermione informed as they turned a corner. "The lacewings need to be stewed for twenty-one days and the fluxweed that Xavier is retrieving right now better hopefully be ones that were picked on a night of a full moon. That's why it all takes a month or so to acquire such potion."

"So, you've memorised all four parts of the recipe, eh?" Ron noted, presenting Hermione with an impressed smirk. "You never fail to impress me, Hermione."

Albeit Hermione made no response, Ron could tell that he had made her extremely happy by the pink blush on her cheeks and the permanent smile fixed on her visage.

"Alright, we're here," Hermione declared, pushing the door to the Girl's Lavatory open. They stepped inside and Hermione rushed off to the stall at the very end of the room, while Ron noted the vacancy of the bathroom.

"No one will come here, eh?" Ron spoke out as he wandered over to Hermione's stall.

"This bathroom is disused, fortunately," Hermione replied truthfully, permitting Ron to squeeze into the cubicle with her. "It's where Moaning Myrtle haunts, after all."

"This person again," Ron's brow furrowed, leaning the two book bags he had been carrying against the toilet. "I think I've heard Charlie mention her once. Who is this Moaning Myrtle?"

"She's a ghost who haunts this bathroom and made it quite the uncomfortable and inconvenient experience to use the loo," Hermione supplied, shifting the cauldron on the toilet seat. Her eyes then darted in several directions around her before she lowered her voice to say, "Myrtle is very irritating, Ron. That's why no one ever goes here anymore. All she does is cry, moan and whine about whatever you say. You could even praise her, and she would take it the wrong way."

"Sheesh," Ron muttered, praying that he wouldn't run into this sensitive ghost. "How come she isn't here now?"

"Just be grateful that she isn't," Hermione shot Ron a meaningful look.

The door to the lavatory suddenly swung open and the sound of footsteps bounced off the wall. Ron and Hermione held their breath as they gazed at one another with wide eyes. I thought you assured me this place was abandoned!

"Ron? Hermione?" came Xavier's voice, and the two emitted a sigh of pure relief. Ah right… I'm an idiot…

"Yeah mate, in here," Ron answered, and Xavier's footsteps drew closer towards them before the cubicle door was opened, revealing Xavier's figure.

"I've got them," Xavier stated, presenting Hermione with two of the main key ingredients.

"Thank you," Hermione responded breathlessly, taking the ingredients off Xavier's hands gingerly. "Were there any altercations?"

"None," Xavier replied before slumping next to Ron. "I got in pretty quickly, purloined the ingredients and left immediately. I still reckon Snape will get the notion that someone is stealing from the storeroom."

"Well, let's hope everything goes as accordingly," Ron said, and he faced Hermione who was concentrating solely on cutting up the leeches. "Are you still planning on turning into a girl from the older year levels?"

"I'm not so sure about that idea anymore," Hermione confessed, sweat dripping from her forehead. "Does Malfoy even hang out with anymore besides Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Not that I've seen before," Xavier answered with a thoughtful countenance. "I guess having Harry and Nev turn into Crabbe and Goyle will be worth a shot."

"My feelings exactly," Hermione nodded fervently. "I'm hoping we could perform this task in the Christmas break."

"That is feasible if Malfoy and his brutes stay behind as well," Ron pointed out. "And didn't Harry mention that Sirius invited all of us to his home? We might have to postpone the day Harry and Neville transform into Crabbe and Goyle."

"Yeah, we must vigilant and unequivocal with our decision to turn Harry and Nev into Malfoy's goons," Xavier added with a serious look. "So many things can go south. We can't afford that." Ron and Hermione nodded in consensus with Xavier's words. I don't even think Malfoy is the heir… we're most likely wasting time and immersing ourselves in an improbable prospect here…

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Quidditch Stadium - Saturday, November 7th, 1992 (10:00 a.m.)

The Quidditch Stadium blossomed with the boisterous noise of chatter, cheers, chants and debates from each stand that held the students and professors. It was the first match of the season and it initiated with Gryffindor taking on Slytherin, which was bound to spark animosity and tension between the two rival Houses.

The sky reflected an overcast look which gleamed with sombre. The cool winds ruffled the hairs of anyone who didn't sport a wool beanie, and everyone was warmly clothed in appropriate attire for a chilly day like today. Each stand was majorly coloured with either green and silver or red and gold.

"Are you ready for the game, lads?" Theo asked, turning to his mates with a grin.

"Ready as you are, mate," Ron replied with an equal grin, thumping Theo's shoulder.

"I can see some of the older boys have already begun placing bets over there," Blaise pointed out, and Xavier, Ron and Theo followed the aloof boy's gaze. "Should we proceed?"

"Good idea, Blaise," Theo responded in approval. "Let's go place our bets. Everyone got their galleons?"

"Bloody yes, mate," Ron grinned widely at the prospect of earning galleons as he dug his hands into his trouser pockets. "Let's go win some money!"

"Hey, where are you lot going?" Tracey questioned loudly; each of the girls had a bored look plastered on their faces. "If you're going to a more fun place, you'd better let us tag along!"

"We're going to earn some money," Ron answered smugly. "Want to join?"

"No thanks," Millie chuckled. "I'm not so sure Potter will stand a chance this time, Ron. Every Slytherin player has Potter's broom."

"Never say never, Mills," Ron smirked, and he began to make his way to the older boys. Blaise and Theo quickly followed suit.

"Yo, Xavier," came a familiar voice and Xavier found himself turning around instead of following his mates. Deandre was approaching him, and Xavier made his way to the dark-skinned boy.

"Hello Deandre," Xavier greeted after clearing his voice and he eyed the American student's attire. "Not supporting anyone today, eh?"

"Nah," Deandre shrugged, turning his focus to the pitch. "I'm still new here, aren't I? How do I know if my House's team is complete shit?"

"Clever thinking," Xavier smirked. "I assume that Demelza planted those thoughts in your head beforehand?"

"Hey, I can think for myself, 'mate'," Deandre scoffed before a grin graced his lips. "I overheard you and your friends discussing placing bets."

"Ah yes," Xavier nodded, looking over his shoulder.

"Well, spill the tea, will you?" Deandre requested, a glint in his dark eyes. "One can never say no to money, am I right?"

"You're interested, are you?" Xavier noted, his smirk widening slightly. "Well, who will you bet on?"

"You first, pal," Deandre insisted.

"I'm going to bet on who I've always believed would come through," Xavier answered cryptically, shoving his hand into his pockets to collect some galleons. "My mate, Harry Potter."

"Oh, the boy-who-lived as they say, huh?" Deandre gave a satisfactory nod. "Your tone suggests that you seem confident in your Gryffindor friend."

"He's got an undeniable talent for the sport," Xavier informed, concealing his proud smirk. "Why, are you willing to be risky and oppose me?"

"No, quite the opposite actually," Deandre responded with an astute look. "I want to bet that the Gryffindor team will edge this match out."

"Are you sure?" Xavier cocked an eyebrow. "I figured it would be smarter to lay off betting for your first time here at Hogwarts."

"Eh, I haven't got much to lose," Deandre shrugged nonchalantly. "I won't weep if I lose some money. Besides, your faith in Harry Potter is enough to reassure me."

Xavier stared at Deandre with a detached look for a couple of seconds before nodding curtly. "Brilliant, follow me."

"Great," Deandre said as the two dark-skinned boys made their way to the older boys. "But seriously, is he really that proficient? Potter?"

"Back in our first year, Harry performed a sharp manoeuvre to catch his friend's Remembrall with ease and guess what? Professor McGonagall got him to be seeker for the Gryffindor team that very hour," Xavier relayed, and he didn't miss the impressed look on Deandre's face.

"Not bad," Deandre mumbled as they slipped through a band of giggling girls. "Not bad at all."

"If I'm not mistaken, Valerie told me that you have quite the affinity for the sport as well," Xavier provided, and Deandre snorted.

"I don't really boast or anything, but yes, I'm pretty damn good," Deandre puffed up with pride.

"To be honest, I don't really care, mate," Xavier admitted, and he chortled at Deandre's hurt look.

"Fuck you," Deandre cussed, though he was grinning widely.

"Perhaps you should show me your moves one day," Xavier proposed as they neared the older boys. "Maybe you ought to join the Slytherin team."

"We'll see," Deandre shrugged. The sound of boys yelling over each other filled their ears and they exchanged a quick look before sneaking to the front of the line. Theo, Ron, and Blaise aren't here… they must have already placed their bets…

"I'll pay fifty galleons if Slytherin loses, but I want a hundred when they win," demanded a Scottish boy in his fourth year.

"Deal," A tall Irish sixth-year replied, and Xavier assumed that he was the main bloke that was setting up the bets. The Irish boy then looked down at Xavier and Deandre and a grin formed on his greedy face. "Who will you lads bet on?"

"Gryffindor team, actually," Xavier responded coldly and a mixture of boos and 'oohs' erupted behind him and Deandre. "I think Harry Potter will catch the snitch as usual."

"Are you certain about it, mate?" Another sixth year with a cockney accent asked from beside the Irish boy. "Potter's the only one with a nice broom on his team. It's risky to think he'll win, innit? The Slytherin team, however-"

"Harry's talent supplants seven excellent broomsticks," Xavier cut off firmly. "And if I'm wrong, then it is what it is."

"I like this one's credence," the Irish boy smirked at Xavier. "Alright, what will it be?"

"I'll pay seventy galleons if Slytherin wins, but I'll get a hundred if Gryffindor wins," Xavier proposed with a knowing smirk. "Oh, and you'll have to add fifty to that if it's Harry Potter who wins the match by catching the snitch."

"Oi, do you hear this one, lads and lasses?" The bloke with a cockney accent guffawed loudly, garnering the attention of other older students. "This young geezer is convinced that Potter will win this one."

"He's clever," a sixth-year girl claimed. "Potter does deliver whenever he plays."

"Who wants to bet against him?" The Irish boy asked and a chorus of yes' answered his question. He then looked down at Xavier and asked, "Do we have a deal?"

"Before I shake your hand, my friend here wants to bet as well," Xavier directed his gaze to Deandre beside him. "He's betting the same outcome as I am."

"The more the merrier, I say," The Irish bloke smiled toothily at Deandre, and he held out his hand. Xavier reached forward and shook it, followed by Deandre who replicated his action. "We have a deal."

"I'll see you lot in a bit then," Xavier said, and he turned to leave with Deandre on his tail.

"Don't come crying when Potter doesn't catch the snitch!" The lad with the cockney accent exclaimed, laughing raucously with his mates. Yeah, we'll see about that…

"Thanks for betting for me," Deandre said sarcastically as they trudged their way back to their seats.

"I thought you didn't care about the money," Xavier reminded, and Deandre scowled and grumbled to himself. "Don't sweat it, mate, Harry will come through."

"It almost sounds as if you've… altered the game to work in your favour," Deandre suggested mysteriously.

"Shite, who did you know?" Xavier faced him with a furrowed brow. "You're a liability, mate."

"Please don't kill me," Deandre pleaded jokingly, and Xavier chuckled at their banter. "Anyway, I'll see you later. If your friend doesn't catch the snitch, you'll have to face my wrath."

"Nothing to worry about then," Xavier smirked cheekily, and Deandre barked out a laugh.

"I hate you, I swear," Deandre said in between chuckles and he disappeared off to the benches in the higher section of the stand.

"There you are, Xavier," Ron spoke up when Xavier reached them. "The game's about to start."

"Where were you?" Daphne asked as she scooched away from Pansy to provide some space for Xavier to sit in between the two girls.

"I was talking with Deandre," Xavier replied truthfully and when his body made contact with hers, a blush graced both their cheeks. "He wanted to bet on Harry like I was, so I took him to where the betting was happening."

"How much did you bet?" Pansy asked, getting interested in Xavier's dreadlocks.

"I told them I would pay seventy galleons if Slytherin won," Xavier supplied, while everyone listened avidly. "And if Gryffindor were to win, they would give me a hundred galleons. On top of that, they would have to add fifty if Harry caught the snitch."

"Oh, I should have done that!" Ron scolded himself, smacking his forehead.

"We can split the fifty if you'd like, mate," Xavier recommended, and Ron shot him a smile.

"Nah, mate, you don't have to do that," Ron promised.

"I'm presuming your friend emulated your plan," Blaise said aloofly, and Xavier nodded tersely.

"I thought you said that the game was about to start-"

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The booming voice of Lee Jordan reverberated around the immense area, gaining the attention of every individual in the stands. Daphne giggled at Xavier's cross look. "Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season! Today, we have almighty Gryffindor versus Slytherin!"

An outbreak of cheers, boos and ecstatic bellows accommodated Lee Jordan's commentary and the Slytherin clique all scowled at Lee Jordan's blatant favouritism.

"Almighty, eh?" Theo scoffed loudly, and everyone just barely made out his voice from the noise.

"To be fair, you are betting on Potter's team, are you not?" Tracey pointed out brazenly, and Theo shot her a filthy look which caused her to cackle uncontrollably. She has a point…

"Please welcome the Gryffindor team," Lee Jordan said, and the seven members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team came flying out on their brooms. The twins performed some entertaining moves, while everyone else got into their positions. Oliver Wood was the only member on the ground next to Madam Hooch. The Gryffindor stand was cheering wildly, chanting different players' names and showing off their red and gold merchandise. Xavier focused on Harry's figure in the distance and nodded in approval at the bespectacled boy's calm visage. Come on, Harry, you've got this…

"Alright, can the Slytherin team come out now?" Lee Jordan asked rather rudely, and many Slytherins scowled in displeasure at the dark-skinned boy's tone.

"He's always taking the fucking piss," Ron growled in annoyance.

The Slytherin team, save for Marcus Flint, came zooming through their air, arrogantly showing off their elegant and costly Nimbus 2001s, receiving loud cheers from their House, while the other Houses, mainly Gryffindor, booed competitively. Xavier could spot Malfoy's trademark smirk from a mile off and dearly wished that the platinum-haired tosser would be humiliated in the match.

Everyone watched closely as Madam Hooch spoke to the two captains with a stern look and when it came for them to shake hands, each was trying their hardest to crush the other's fingers. The two captains then flew off in opposite directions, while Madam Hooch mounted her broom and blew her whistle.

"The game has officially begun!" Lee Jordan exclaimed, and Xavier zoned out on his inevitably biased commentary by instead glueing his eyes to Harry. Theo and Blaise were watching attentively, while Ron was cursing and muttering things under his breath. Millie and Tracey were already in a deep conversation about how much they wanted to visit France, while Pansy fussed over Xavier's hair length. Daphne simply watched with a look of boredom, shivering slightly from the chilly breeze.

Xavier observed as Harry began to search for the snitch, zooming higher than most of the players on the pitch. Malfoy seemed to be tailing him and it seemed that he was nervous.

"Johnson with the Quaffle!" Lee Jordan exclaimed. "Ooh, she passes it on to Spinnet who- ooh, unlucky, Montague steals it off her the sly dog. Woah, nice dodge from Potter there, that bludger was a close one!"

Xavier's brow furrowed as Harry dodged the same bludger repeatedly. What the hell? Why is that bludger aiming for Harry every time?

"Are you lot thinking what I'm thinking?" Ron asked as the twins managed to wack the bludger in an opposite direction.

"That bludger is jinxed, isn't it?" Tracey asked, awaiting confirmation. The bludger came zooming at Harry and the scrawny boy turned sharply and flew off in a different direction.

"Yep," Theo answered, shaking his head. "This is really bad."

"It's always Potter, I swear," Millie chuckled in disbelief. Everyone's eyes were fixated on Harry and the bludger that seemed to have gone rogue. The twins were circling Harry with their bats positioned to smack the bludger straight.

"Slytherin is in the lead by sixty points," Lee Jordan announced, his tone patently bitter. "I'm not sure if my eyes are deceiving me, but I'm sure that's a rogue bludger."

Adrian Pucey ended up scoring once more before Madam Hooch blew her whistle to signal halftime. Both teams flew back to their allocated areas and huddled up, discussing different tactics and playing strategies.

"I swear to fucking Merlin if Potter doesn't catch that damn snitch, I'm going throttle you, Ron," Theo snarled, and Ron glared at him.

"You're the one who was so keen on betting him, you twat! Besides, we still have the second half to go on," Ron snapped back, though he looked quite anxious. The girls rolled their eyes at the boys and returned to their earlier conversation.

"I would be in distress if I were you," Daphne pointed out, but Xavier lifted an eyebrow.

"What?" Xavier raised his voice. "I can't hear you, Daph."

Daphne leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear, "I said, I would be in distress right about now if I were you."

"No need to lose your hair yet," Xavier whispered back. "We still have some time left. Who knows what the verdict will be?"

Xavier didn't fail to notice that Daphne was shivering a bit and he automatically took off his scarf and wrapped it around her neck and arms. Daphne threw him a grateful smile and huddled closer to his body to conserve body heat with a blooming blush.

"I'm going to give you a haircut before Christmas begins, whether you like it or not," Pansy tutted disapprovingly as she ran her fingers through Xavier's thick, dense curls and dreadlocks.

"What if I refuse within my own right?" Xavier challenged, eliciting an indignant huff from Pansy.

"Then I suppose I'll have to cut your hair while you sleep," Pansy shrugged with a hint of playfulness.

"Seriously Pansy, when have you become so naughty, eh?" Xavier questioned as a grin formed on his lips. "First, you're infatuated with Lockhart and give him a love letter and now this-"

"I will cut your head off instead if you speak those lies ever again!" Pansy hissed, smacking Xavier's arm. Xavier merely laughed his head off. "It's not funny!"

"You're so fun to tease, honestly," Xavier confessed lightly, and Pansy pouted heavily.

"I'm going to go sit with Blaise and Theo," Pansy stood up, but Xavier pulled her back down.

"Ok, ok, you can cut my bloody hair," Xavier consented, rolling his eyes at Pansy's ever-growing smile. "I've been needing one for a while now."

"Exactly my thoughts," Pansy hummed jubilantly, hugging Xavier warmly. "You won't regret it!"

"I don't doubt your skills, Pans," Xavier smirked, looking back to the field. "I remember how good you were at cutting."

Madam Hooch blew her whistle once more, capturing the rowdy crowd's attention and the two teams flew back up and began to resume the game.

Once again, Harry was involuntarily tasked with the job of dodging the reprobate bludger and this time, it was really trying to puncture him. Harry did perplexing zigzags, whirled around like a violent tornado and sped off in every direction possible. Everyone in the Slytherin stand, save for Xavier and Ron, was laughing manically at the bespectacled boy's unfortunate luck and performance. Merlin help us all… come on, Harry, I believe in you, mate…

Harry and Malfoy arrived at a point, and it seemed as if Malfoy was making an insulting remark when the bludger suddenly whammed into Harry. Oh shit!

"What the fuck?!" Ron bellowed, standing up from his seat.

"I hope he's alright," Tracey murmured, her eyes captivated by what was unfolding before her. Harry suddenly regained control and zoomed towards Malfoy at high speeds.

"I think Potter's seen the snitch!" Blaise yelled over the crowd. Yes, mate, come on!

"What the fuck is Malfoy doing?" Millie cussed, shaking her head in anger at the platinum-haired bigot who had zoomed out of the way for Harry with a frightened look.

As everyone was on the edge of their seats or standing up in anticipation, Harry suddenly dived hastily, reaching out his hand to seize a glint of gold. Xavier felt the intensity of the scene flutter in his stomach, and he too stood up with hopes that Harry would catch the snitch.

To Gryffindor's horror, Harry landed brutally on the muddy ground and sympathetic moans emanated from the stands. To everyone's pure shock, Harry then lifted his hand, revealing the fluttering golden snitch and he fell back on his arse. LET'S GO!

"HE'S DONE IT!" Lee Jordan exclaimed as the crowd went ballistic. "Potter has caught the snitch! GRYFFINDOR WINS!"

"LET'S FUCKING GO!" Ron screamed himself hoarse, jumping up and down. Theo and Blaise shook hands firmly with delighted smirks, while Xavier pumped his fist into the air and turned back to see Deandre grinning widely at him from the upper seats. Xavier shot him a nod and shook hands with Ron, who was feeling euphoric and ecstatic.

"What did we tell you lot, eh?" Ron grinned smugly at the girls' shell-shocked looks. "Harry was bound to win the match!"

"Let's go collect our money," Blaise advised in an oddly cheerful tone. "And hold off on your celebrations. I can tell that a lot of people around us are sorely disappointed."

Ron, Theo and Xavier nodded firmly, and the four boys began to make their way to those who owed them money. Xavier glanced back at the pitch and saw Flint yelling furiously at a humiliated Malfoy, something that made the smirks on Xavier and Ron's faces widen.

Xavier also spotted Harry huddled around by Neville, Hermione, Hagrid, the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Colin Creevey with his flashy camera and Lockhart, who was bending down and examining Harry's arm. Well done, mate. Well fucking done.

As the four boys approached the older boys, they could sense the aura of fury encompassing them from those who betted on Slytherin, and many individuals were cursing Malfoy's name with repulsed sneers. That's a lot of money they're about to lose…

"It's time to pay up," The Irish sixth-year spoke up firmly, looking around at everyone who had held a pissed-off mien. "Go on, you know how it is."

"Wait, you betted on the Gryffindor team as well?" Ron inquired incredulously.

"The faith you four lads on Gryffindor persuaded me today," The Irish bloke grinned. "Guess, I'll be going for Potter from now on."

"Brilliant," Theo smirked, and they faced the lads who betted against them. "Pay up."

"Yeah alright, let me get my bloody galleons, mate," The guy with the cockney accent scowled, reaching into his pockets for his galleons while others followed his actions.

By the end, Theo, Blaise and Ron had gained a whopping six hundred galleons altogether, while Xavier had earned three hundred galleons to himself. He also collected an extra three hundred galleons so he could pass it on to Deandre. They exchanged handshakes with those who they betted against and with and returned to their seats as students began to slowly leave the Quidditch stadium.

"Well?" Tracey asked as the four boys sauntered up to them. "How much did you receive?"

"Theo, Blaise and I got two hundred galleons each," Ron's grin was threatening to split his face apart. The girls shot them astonished looks. "And Xavier got three hundred galleons."

"Damn…" Millie muttered, her eyes wide. "Maybe I should join next time."

"You won't regret it, Mills," Ron encouraged, and he looked down at the pitch. "Bloody hell, did they go already?"

"Oh God, you won't believe what happened!" Tracey suddenly exclaimed, and the boys each raised an eyebrow. "It seemed like Professor Lockhart was trying to mend Potter's arm and I think he failed miserably. In fact, it completely backfired."

"What?!" Ron yelled, his prior jubilance of winning so many galleons evaporated.

"Madam Pomfrey and Hagrid rushed him out of the pitch," Daphne added in. "I think he's at the Infirmary right about now."

"Fuck me," Xavier muttered, looking over to Ron. "Should we visit him?"

"Probably not now," Theo spoke up. "It wouldn't be wise because he's most likely swarmed with his teammates and friends. You two can visit later."

"Theo's right," Blaise back up. "Let's go now. I think a storm is brewing by the looks of it. Damn, my voice has gone raspy from all that yelling."

"Yes, let's go now," Pansy agreed, nodding vigorously and the group began to move en masse. Xavier stopped in his tracks, however, when he spotted Deandre closing the distance between the two.

"Here you go, mate," Xavier dumped three hundred galleons owed to Deandre by those who betted against him. The American expatriate whistled loudly.

"Isn't Potter just amazing?" Deandre sighed in exuberance. "Really though, that bludger was definitely tampered with, and he did a spectacular job avoiding it. I'm surprised that the professors didn't catch on."

"Agreed," Xavier's brow furrowed. "Perhaps they didn't realise properly until the last minute. By then, Harry pulled a shocker on us, didn't he?"

"See! I told you to have faith in him," Deandre pointed out, and Xavier rolled his eyes.

"Bloody jester," Xavier grumbled, and Deandre barked out a laugh.

"By the way, Valerie wanted to know whether you wanted to meet up with her and study," Deandre informed, pocketing his galleons. "What do you say?"

"Hmm, it has been a while since our last study session," Xavier pondered as the two boys followed everyone else who was heading to the exit. "Yeah, why not? What time did she recommend?"

"Sometime after dinner," Deandre provided, and Xavier nodded curtly.

"Tell her I'll be there," Xavier instructed, and Deandre shot him a strange side glance.

"Are you excited to meet her?" Deandre questioned suddenly, and Xavier emitted a chuckle.

"What the hell are you implying, eh?" Xavier asked, and Deandre's eyes held a serious glint, albeit a creepy grin was forming on his face.

"Do y'all only study and teach each other wandless and healing magic? Or are there other things you two do… that require your hands?" Deandre whispered, his grin rivalling Sirius'.

"You're utterly fucked, mate," Xavier admitted as he shook his head, while Deandre burst out in laughter. "That's enough interactions with you for today."

Valerie Robinson's P.O.V:

The Library - Saturday, November 7th, 1992 (8:00 p.m.)

"So, Ferula conjures and wraps bandages over a wound and effectively splints any broken bones," Xavier repeated, and Valerie nodded fervently. "Brilliant."

"You're a quick learner," Valerie noted, smiling at Xavier. "Obviously, you can't perform those healing charms unless you or someone else is actually injured. But it's good to have them in mind."

"Did you hear what happened to Harry Potter?" Xavier asked, his tone becoming bitter. "He broke his arm trying to catch the snitch and bloody Lockhart tried to heal it by using Brackium Emendo, but it instead made Harry's bones vanish."

"Really?" Valerie gasped softly. "That's horrible. Brackium Emendo is meant to heal any broken bones, not make them disappear."

"My feelings exactly," Xavier grimaced, shaking his head. "Anyway, I've sensed that you've been waiting to show your progress in wandless magic."

"Oh, yes," Valerie replied, feeling a sense of excitement. "I've been practising consistently, and I think I've got the hang of it."

"Well, go on then," Xavier encouraged, and Valerie reached for a brown button in her pocket. She laid it on the table for the both of them to observe and placed out her hand, with the palm facing upwards. Taking a deep breath, Valerie squinted her eyes and focused solely on the motion of the button lifting up, directing magic from her core towards it. Valerie could feel the vibrations of energy transporting itself from her core in a single thread and the button began to ascend five to seven centimetres off the table before Valerie lost the connection, resulting in the button falling back onto the table.

"That was brilliant, Valerie," Xavier dropped his voice to a whisper and Valerie sighed a breath of relief. "It's harder than you think, isn't it?"

"You could say that again," Valerie muttered, though a smile graced her lips at the feeling of unlocking an accomplishment.

"Nevertheless, that was fantastic," Xavier praised, shooting Valerie a genuine smile. "Keep practising and you won't regret it. Our Magical Cores aren't used to being trained and preserved at such a young age. Having a grasp of this will give you a head start and an advantage over many others in our age range."

"Thank you, Xavier," Valerie whispered gratefully, glancing over to Madam Pince who was surveying them with narrowed eyes. "It gets tiring, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I heard that the Magical Core could get drained easily if you don't train your body constantly," Xavier imparted with a firm look. "I guess that's it for today, eh?"

"It's getting pretty late to be in the library," Valerie nodded in agreement, glancing at the watch her Great Aunt gifted her. "We can call it a day, then."

"I'll walk you back to the common room," Xavier suggested, standing up from his chair. "It would be a foolish thing to walk alone at these times, don't you think?"

"If you're sure," Valerie responded, and Xavier gave her a nod. "Alright, let go then. I'm not sure if I can stand Madam Pince's steely stare anymore."

Xavier stifled a chuckle and passed Valerie's books to her, to which she gratefully collected out of his hands. The two hastily departed the library and made their way back to the dungeons in silence.

"Hey, do you know where the Owlery is?" Valerie broke the silence, her voice echoing between the stone walls of cold, damp dungeons. "I've been needing to send a letter to a family member."

"It's located at the top of the West Tower," Xavier answered after a moment. He then shot her a peculiar look. "You're not going to go there now, are you?"

"Well, I thought I would get it over with rather than having to wait tomorrow and possibly letting it slip my mind," Valerie replied thoughtfully. Xavier didn't respond back to her.

Once they muttered the password 'Purity', the duo entered the Slytherin Common Room, noticing its liveliness. People were studying, chatting, playing Gobstones, and even admiring the paintings of Salazar Slytherin. The vast silhouette of the Giant Squid could be seen swimming about from the huge windows.

Valerie smiled at Xavier as he shot her a parting nod and took off to the right-wing, leading to the Boy's Dormitories. Valerie, on the other hand, took off to the left-wing, taking her to Girl's Dormitories and she quickly hastened inside her own dorm, noting that Demelza wasn't present. I need to do this now…

Valerie placed her books on the desk next to her four-poster bed and sat down, retrieving a piece of parchment and dipping her quill in ink. I need to write a letter to Great Aunt Daliah… maybe she can explain the voices I've been hearing…

The Owlery - Saturday, November 7th, 1992 (10:00 p.m.)

"Here you go," Valerie whispered, handing her letter to Archimedes. Her tan-coloured owl hooted softly as Valerie strapped her letter to his talons and she watched him take off into the cool night air.

A strike of lightning in the distance could be seen ricocheting off the grounds and Valerie knew that a storm was heading to Hogwarts. The Owlery had no windows, and it would have been downright idiotic of her to have watched her owl fly off to the horizon.

Retreating from the draughty, cold and smelly room, Valerie quickly traced her steps back down the West Tower and found herself exiting out the same portrait hole she entered.

Valerie traversed quietly through the fourth-floor corridor like a thief in the night and as she hastened her pace, she couldn't help but feel chills run down her spine. There was an eerie silence to the place and Valerie felt a sense of trepidation creep upon her. The storm had finally arrived, with heavy raindrops thudding against the roofs of the enormous castle. Thunder roared its wrath and lightning accompanied it every now and then. I must get back… if a prefect or professor finds me, it'll look very suspicious…

"Kill… I must… kill…"

Valerie froze in her tracks and paranoia began to set itself in. It was that ghastly voice again!

"So hungry… victim… kill victim…"

Valerie suppressed a whimper and forced herself to snap out of her trance. It didn't seem exiguous anymore… the last time Valerie heard it, it was much feebler… yet now, it was as if this voice was right by her ear…

Her mind was begging her to retreat and abscond from the very place, but the innate feelings in her heart were telling her otherwise. This time, Valerie took a step forward closer to where the voice was leading her. What… what am I doing?

The voice began to grow distant, and it seemed to be heading for the Hospital Wing. Valerie stood rooted in her place for a couple of seconds, debating whether or not to follow it. Great Aunt Daliah would lecture me endlessly if I went through with this… absurd idea… but I must know what this voice is… and why I'm hearing it…

Slowly and prudently, Valerie began to move her feet down the corridor, hanging on to the light wisps of the trail that the voice was leaving her. The rain and thunder hindered the process greatly and Valerie hadn't felt so much fear in a very long time. Tingles of shivers vibrated all over her body, which was still in the stage of fight or flight mode.

"Let me devour you… come here… prey…"

Valerie adamantly dismissed the affright voice in her head that was pleading with her to leave immediately and kept traipsing past the sleeping portraits of prominent figures throughout history.

Valerie realised after a long moment that the voice had entirely vanished. All she could hear was the raging storm and her own ragged breathing. Valerie took a couple of more steps forwards and stopped fully in her tracks. At the end of the corridor were the doors to the Infirmary. But what Valerie caught sight of frightened her down to her very bones.

A young, small boy was laying in a prone position, not moving an inch. The boy's mouth was wide open, displaying a look of pure horror, though his eyes were covered by his camera as if he was taking a photo concurrently. Besides the boy's legs was a tipped bowl of purple grapes.

Valerie felt her heart pounding at the sight of the frozen boy. Her throat felt suffocating, and she had to cover her mouth from emitting a loud gasp or even a terrified cry. Oh my God! What the hell?! I've got to get out of here!

Valerie swiftly spun around and took off, her feet carrying her back the way she come from in an inexplicable way. Coming to her senses, Valerie threw a Quietening Charm on herself to muffle the sounds of her shoes pummelling the floor. Fear and guilt gnawed at her as she never looked back. Valerie knew she should have reported it instantly to a professor, but her uncanny and untimely appearance was sure to be scrutinized. It's only a matter of time before someone… finds that poor boy…

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Saturday, November 7th, 1992 (10:06 p.m.)

Xavier leaned against his pillow, making sure that the drapes around his bed provided him with a bubble of privacy. As usual, he could hear the patent snores from Ron and the fainter ones emanating from Theo. Xavier brandished his wand and whispered, "Lumos."

A small light burst from the tip of his wand, only illuminating his body and the special piece of parchment in front of him. He placed the tip of his wand on the top of the parchment and muttered, "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."

The parchment began to reveal its true contents, illustrating a meticulous and detailed structure of the Hogwarts castle and everything that it held. Xavier held his wand closer to the map and began to analyse it closely, looking out for any odd signs.

Xavier could see that his friends were all sleeping in their respective dorms and observed the dots of different professors out patrolling or pacing in their offices. Peeves was bouncing around in the Trophy Room as typical and other ghosts roamed about in pairs.

Xavier moved his wand up near the Gryffindor Tower and found the labelled dots of Neville, Hermione, Fred, George and Percy all sleeping in their allocated dorm rooms. A frown began to form on his face when he caught Ginny hovering near the entrance and walking back to her dorm. No wonder Ron is so concerned over her… she's not even in bed by now! Hmm, where's Harry… oh what, that's right! Damn Lockhart ensured Harry would spend the night in the Infirmary.

Xavier quickly located Harry's dot inside the Infirmary, but something else caught his eye. Xavier brought the map closer to his face and murmured, "Lumos Maxima."

The light in his wand brightened considerably and Xavier's brow furrowed deeply when he saw Valerie's dot in the hallway that led to the Hospital Wing. What in Merlin's grey hair is she doing there at this time? Don't tell me she went to visit the Owlery…

Xavier then recognised another dot with the labelled name 'Colin Creevey'. A sense of mystery aroused within him. What the hell was going on?

Xavier watched as Valerie stood in her spot for a few seconds, while Colin did the very same. Then, out of the blue, Valerie's dot began rushing in the opposite direction, creating a spike of shock in Xavier's soul. Bloody hell… why is she leaving Colin Creevey like that? And since when did they ever converse or even acknowledge each other? Why isn't he moving? Her labelled dot is moving fast… is she running?

Xavier's mind was rushing with perturbing thoughts and deep down, he felt a sense of foreboding dread chew at his mind. Something very bad had happened. He was sure of it.

Harry Potter's P.O.V:

The Infirmary - Saturday, November 7th, 1992 (11:30 p.m.)

A sudden crack prompted Harry to sit up and scramble for his glasses. What was that?!

Harry put his glasses on and clenched his teeth at the stinging pain in his right arm that was concealed in a cast. Skele-Gro, albeit tasting horrid, did ease the pain somewhat.

Harry squinted his eyes at the dark and got quite the fright when Dobby the house-elf jumped onto his bed and gazed at him with his abnormally large green eyes.

"Dobby!" Harry exclaimed though he managed to keep his tone down. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Harry Potter," Dobby started sadly, a tear running down his strained face. "He came to Hogwarts. Harry Potter should have listened to Dobby's warning. Harry Potter should have heeded Dobby's words. Dobby should have tried harder to make the barrier closed." Wait, it was you?!

"You tried to stop me and Sirius from getting past the barrier, didn't you?" Harry whispered furiously, and Dobby's large bat-like ears lowered in shame. "Why?! Hogwarts is my home!"

"Harry Potter is not safe at Hogwarts," Dobby answered in a trembling voice, and Harry noticed the bandages on his spindly fingers. "Dobby burned his own fingers when he realised Harry Potter had gotten to Hogwarts. How could Dobby fail at keeping Harry Potter safe?!"

"You're lucky my arm is in a cast right now," Harry growled quietly. "Or else I might have strangled you right about now."

Dobby presented Harry with a knowing, broken smile and squeaked, "Dobby is used to such threats, sir. Perhaps Dobby deserves it this time as well."

Harry felt confusion and a pit of sympathy grow at Dobby's words and his anger began to ebb away. For a moment, the two spoke no words.

"Harry Potter must leave Hogwarts at once!" Dobby began stubbornly. "Dobby thought his Bludger would do the job-"

"That was you too?!" Harry whispered incredulously and he shook his head. "Are you trying to kill me?!"

"Kill?! Dobby would rather ruin master's finest robes than kill Harry Potter," Dobby responded, almost sounding offended. "Harry Potter is better off at home, severely wounded than stuck here at Hogwarts."

"Will you ever explain why you're telling me all these warnings?" Harry demanded darkly. "Tell me why you're begging me to leave!"

"Dobby cannot let Harry Potter find himself in danger in these times… dangerous things are happening, sir… Dobby mustn't let history repeat itself… now that Chamber of Secrets has opened-"

Dobby's eyes widened and he banged his head on the chair beside Harry's bed, casing Harry to flinch. What the hell is wrong with him?! Wait!

"Aha! So, it's true then!" Harry pointed out, holding onto Dobby's bony wrist. "There is a Chamber of Secrets! And you're saying that it's been opened before? As in not letting history repeat itself? Dobby, tell me!"

"Don't ask Dobby, Harry Potter," Dobby lamented, shaking his head vigorously. "Please go home, Harry Potter. Dark things are being unravelled here at Hogwarts, but Harry Potter mustn't meddle in such affairs!"

"But I'm not a Muggle-born or a Squib," Harry countered as his brow furrowed. "How could I be in any danger, Dobby? And who opened the chamber last time? Tell me, Dobby!"

"Don't ask more from poor Dobby!" Dobby cried, jumping up and down on the bed. "Harry Potter must trust Dobby and leave!"

"One of my best friends is a Muggle-born and I'll be damned if I left before putting a stop to this!" Harry responded fiercely.

"Harry Potter is willing to risk his own life for others," Dobby bemoaned miserably, staring at Harry with pure admiration. "Harry Potter is so noble and selfless! But alas, he must also protect himself! Leave Hogwarts, Harry Potter-"

Dobby never finished his sentence as he suddenly froze, turning his head to the doors. Harry heard what Dobby was hearing.

"Dobby must leave! Heed my words, Harry Potter!" A whip-like crack caused Dobby to vanish from sight and Harry quickly threw the covers over his numb body and shut his eyes, only letting a slight thread of vision through.

The footsteps got louder and so did the apprehensive voices. Harry tried his best to smother his erratic breathing and he witnessed Madam Pomfrey rush to Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape who were all carrying a person to a spare bed.

"What has happened, Albus?" Madam Pomfrey inquired.

"The heir has attacked again," the famed headmaster answered in a hard tone, one that Harry wasn't familiar with. "This time it got a student."

"We believe he was trying to sneak into the Infirmary to visit Mr. Potter and give him grapes," Professor McGonagall provided gravely, and Harry's stomach churned. Who could it be?!

Harry took a closer look at what seemed like a statue on the bed and his heart nearly dropped. No…

"I found Mr. Creevey on my way down as I fancied a cup of hot chocolate," Dumbledore supplied. "I shudder to think how long he would have been there if I hadn't felt the urge to sate my desire."

"But what does this mean, Albus?" Madam Pomfrey questioned, her tone becoming alarmed. "Who could have done this?"

"The Chamber of Secrets has unequivocally been opened," Dumbledore declared softly, causing Madam Pomfrey to clap her mouth in shock. "And the question isn't who did this… but rather how…"

"If this pattern continues, we must begin to administer potions to return any victims from their 'petrified' state, headmaster," Snape advised coldly, his face consumed by the shadows.

"And we must begin to protect the students more carefully," McGonagall added in firmly. "We cannot afford any more students to be in danger, Albus."

Dumbledore made no response as he became interested in what Colin was holding up to his face. Harry watched closely as Dumbledore removed the camera easily out of Colin's grip and perused it carefully.

"Do you think he captured a photo of his attacker?" Madam Pomfrey asked. Dumbledore prised open the back of the camera, eliciting a hiss and a bit of smoke stemming from the insides.

"Merlin…" Madam Pomfrey muttered. Harry's nostrils picked up the rancid smell of burnt plastic a few beds away.

As the professors continued to hush their opinions to one another, Harry felt a sense of dread and fear grip his heart. Dobby was right; bad things were happening at Hogwarts, and this was only the start. A pang of guilt attacked Harry as he thought about Colin Creevey. Though he didn't enjoy the mousey boy's constantly irritating voice and obsessive behaviour, Harry knew that Colin was only a child, like he was. Colin never meant any harm. And the fact that he had planned on making a trip to Harry in the late hours to cheer him up with grapes somewhat touched Harry. I should help Hermione in concocting the Polyjuice Potion… the heir must be stopped for everyone's sakes! I'm sorry, Colin… I'll do this for you as well…

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Slytherin Common Room - Sunday, November 8th, 1992 (7:00 a.m.)

"I want to try out the Ghostly Head Charm next," Ron confessed excitedly as the two neared the Slytherin Common Room. "It seems deadly."

"Agreed," Xavier nodded, massaging his knuckles since he had been practising the Shockwave Charm. "I'm glad that Erik and Selene gave us this tome. It's supplying us with more knowledge about how to use dark charms and how to make them more effective."

"Purity," Ron mumbled, a frown curling his lips. "Ruddy password."

"Woah, what's going on here?" Xavier quickly asked as the duo entered the common room to find students sending their attention to Professor Snape.

"This can't be good," Ron replied as they quickly joined their friends.

"There you two are," Tracey breathed.

"What's going on?" Ron questioned, his brow furrowing.

"We're just as clueless as you, mate," Blaise answered aloofly, and he jerked his in Snape's direction. "Let's listen."

"Last night," Snape began slowly, and everyone listened voraciously. "The heir attacked another victim. This time, it got a student in this very castle." Stunned gasps emanated from many students, including the girls. Oh, fuck…

"Merlin's beard…" Millie whispered while Daphne and Pansy held onto each other tightly.

"Who was it, sir?" Graham Montague asked loudly, and Snape stared at him indifferently.

"Colin Creevey, a first-year in Gryffindor," Snape answered softly after a moment, but everyone heard him crystal clear. Students began to send each other unnerved glances and spooked whispers erupted all over the place. "Nevertheless… I assure you that this latest tragedy will not be taken lightly. The headmaster is keeping a very close eye on any possible suspects, who could very much be in this room."

Chills ran down everyone's spine, but Xavier was stuck in a whirlwind of his racing thoughts. It was as if time had slowed down when a disturbing realisation hit him. Colin Creevey… it can't be…

Xavier slowly looked around and his eyes landed on Valerie's figure next to a shell-shocked Demelza and Deandre. The girl had a terror-stricken look etched upon her face and she was staring down at her feet, her wide eyes averted from everyone. No… I refuse to believe it… there's no fucking way…

"Will there be a curfew, sir?" Audrey Pucey inquired, her eyes betraying her fear.

"As of the current moment, no professor has enacted a plan to place a curfew on the students," Snape informed, making a few students sigh in relief, though others gained a more fearful expression. "I'm speaking to you all now as I know the inevitability of how the Houses will treat ours. Do not be surprised if students from the other Houses suspect you or your friends of being the Heir of Slytherin. Do not be surprised if they even publicly challenge you and ignite a brawl. I will not accept any news of any of my students partaking in these foolish predicaments, is that understood?"

Everyone nodded submissively, and Snape spoke again in a softer tone, "With that being said, my door is always open if you wish to speak with me about anything. We are placing precautions so that this doesn't continue. I want to see all of you present at breakfast. That'll be all."

Snape then swiftly turned around and billowed out of sight, leaving the students to embroil themselves in pugnacious conversations. The fear was evident. Everyone sent each other appalled glances and unlike before, no one took the current situation as a joke to ask each other whether they were the heir.

"Poor Colin…" Tracey sniffed, a sympathetic look adorned her face. "He was a bit of a weirdo, but he was just a kid. A first-year too…"

"This is fucked," Theo mumbled, massaging his temples. "Colin Creevey is a Muggle-born. The heir has begun their assaults onto those who bare an 'inferior' status among the wizarding kind."

"Professor Snape said that the heir could be in this very room…" Pansy trailed off, shuddering vehemently. Tracey and Daphne engulfed Pansy in a hug and each of their faces had paled significantly.

"Your investigator needs to hurry up, Theo," Millie said, her eyes jumping between different people in the common room. "I really want answers."

"So do I," Theo murmured as he began to pace. "Blaise, care to spill your thoughts?"

"I've got nothing to come through with," Blaise shrugged, his demeanour more detached than ever. "However, we should heed Snape's words. I think it's safe to be in the common room by at most eight, save for when we have Astronomy."

"I agreed wholeheartedly with Blaise," Daphne spoke up, nodding firmly at Blaise's advice. "We should also travel together and never solo. It could end up bad for us."

"But aren't you forgetting something?" Tracey pointed out. "All of you lot are Pure-bloods. And I'm a Half-blood. Doesn't this heir only go for those of Muggle-Born and Squib status?"

"We can't be too sure of that, Trace," Theo sighed frustratedly. "I might write a letter to my investigator to check up on her progress in her findings. I don't want to rush her, but this report may be the key to answering many unsolved questions."

"Xavier," Ron whispered in his ear. "We must see Harry, Nev and Hermione. I'm pretty sure Colin Creevey always followed Harry around. I reckon they might know something that we don't."

Xavier's gaze was still fixed on Valerie, who was now chatting with Deandre and Demelza in hushed voices. Could it be her? Or am I misinterpreting this? Did she accidentally find Creevey's body and run away out of fear? Perhaps…

"Mate?" Ron asked worriedly, shaking Xavier's shoulders. The dark-skinned boy snapped out of his stupor and faced his red-haired best mate. "What are you staring at so intently?"

"Nothing, I just zoned out," Xavier responded, and he rubbed his eyes. "And yes, we'll visit the Golden Trio. They ought to know something."