Until The End

Until The End

Chapter 26: Disputes and Reparations

"May your choices reflect your hopes, not fears…"

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom – Sunday, November 8th, 1992 (7:10 a.m.)

Ron and Xavier expedited their paces to the abandoned bathroom and when Ron rapped on the door several times, the door opened to reveal Neville who had a pale-stricken face. His face relaxed considerably when he realised it was his two Slytherin friends and he gestured them inside quickly before closing the door.

"Neville, who was that?" Hermione's high voice bounced off the wall from the corner cubicle.

"Hello, Hermione," Ron replied instead, appearing in front of Hermione and Harry who were working on the potion. "I take it that you've heard the news?"

"Hey, Ron," Hermione replied before a disheartened look adorned her face. "Yes, we heard about Colin a few minutes ago. Oh, poor boy…"

"Guys I've got to tell you all something," Harry spoke up, garnering their attention. "Dobby visited me yesterday in the Hospital Wing."

"The House-Elf?" Xavier's voice crept into the conversation. "What did he want?"

"Why didn't you tell me and Neville?" Hermione huffed, wiping the sweat off her brow.

"I wanted to wait so that all of you could hear it at once," Harry responded, and a distant look plastered itself on his face. "And I had to process everything first…"

"Tell us, mate," Neville encouraged. "What did Dobby want?"

"He sort of revealed that he was behind the rogue Bludger and the closed barrier back at platform nine and three-quarters," Harry started, and the two Slytherins cocked an eyebrow.

"Does he want you dead or something?" Ron scoffed, shaking his head.

"Or is the Malfoys' detestation for you so great that they can't stand the thought of you breathing in this very castle any longer?" Xavier added mirthlessly, his brow furrowed deeply.

"Dobby kept repeating that he was trying to protect me and that I had to go home as I was better off there than here," Harry answered truthfully. "Anyways, he had to leave when the professors came in with Colin's body."

"God… did you hear what they said?" Hermione whispered, her eyes wide with terror.

"Colin was out of bed trying to visit me with some grapes to 'cheer me up' according to Professor McGonagall," Harry revealed, and a look of guilt crossed his face.

"Don't blame yourself, mate," Neville mollified, patting Harry's shoulder. "The heir will pay for this."

"I know, Nev…" Harry mumbled. "I just feel bad… yes, he was kind of annoying, and he didn't know when to stop or how to read a room… but he's just a kid…"

"Like Neville said," Xavier repeated solemnly. "Creevey and any future victims will be avenged. He is petrified, right?"

"Yes, he was like frozen with his camera covering his eyes. He had a horrified expression on his face," Harry replied, shuddering slightly. "Wait, you said 'future victims'?"

"Creevey is merely the first student," Xavier responded darkly. "I don't think the heir plans to stop. Creevey was a Muggle-born after all." Ron glanced at Hermione and balled his fists. If anything happens to Hermione… I'm going to make sure the heir never sees the light of day every again…

"I don't suppose Colin was able to get a photo of his attacker?" Hermione pointed out, and Harry shook his head.

"Madam Pomfrey wondered the same thing and when Professor Dumbledore tried to test out the theory, the camera sort of malfunctioned," Harry answered. "Also, Dobby confirmed that the opening of the Chamber of Secrets had occurred before."

"So, the stories that we were told as children are true then," Neville muttered faintly, leaning against the wall for support. Xavier seemed to be enveloped in his own world, while Ron and Hermione shuddered. This whole situation is giving me the creeps…

"How's the progress with the potion?" Ron blatantly changed the subject.

"It still needs time, Ron," Hermione informed, and she looked up from the cauldron and stared at Ron and Xavier. "Do you two have any clue on who it could be?"

"None whatsoever," Xavier replied, though Ron swore he heard a nuance of hesitance in his best friend's voice. "Creevey's petrification spooked everyone in the common room today. No one's taking it as a joke like the way they did with Mrs. Norris."

"A lot of the Gryffindors are riled up," Neville supplied. "They starting to accuse all sorts of Slytherins, including you two."

"Don't worry, we defended your names," Hermione stated fiercely. "The twins and Percy also made sure to clear your names and it helped as they have some influence in the House."

"And Ginny?" Ron asked quietly. "How's she reacting?"

"We didn't really see her," Hermione replied softly. "I think she was terrified by the whole ordeal and besides, Colin was one of her year mates. They might have conversed for all we know and obtained a friendship. It's only natural that they would, so she's probably distraught."

"I see…" Ron trailed off. I doubt that… she's been acting off and keeping her distance from everyone…

"By the way, great game, Harry," Xavier praised, switching the subject. "Even with a tampered Bludger, you persevered and won."

"Thanks, mate," Harry smiled, rubbing his mended arm. "I guess I was lucky."

"Piss off with that," Ron rolled his eyes. "You have pure talent, and you know it. Good job, mate."

"I guess we'll get going now," Xavier said, easing his collar. "Breakfast is going to begin soon."

"That's a good idea," Hermione agreed wholeheartedly. "I'm absolutely famished."

"Alright, we'll see you lot later," Ron concluded. "Stay on the lookout for anything suspicious."

"Will do," Neville nodded firmly.

"Take care, guys," Harry added, and the two Slytherins departed Moaning Myrtle's bathroom in silence, travelling back down to the Great Hall. They were both engulfed in their own minds and didn't clock that they had made it to breakfast, standing in front of their clique.

"Do you two just enjoy the idea of not conforming to my advice?" Blaise scowled in irritation.

"Where were you guys?" Tracey enquired as the two boys seated themselves next to Blaise and Theo.

"We were chatting with our friends," Ron replied, buttering his crispy toasts.

"You mean the Golden Trio," Daphne presumed, her tone coming off as irked.

"No, we meant Peeves and Filch," Xavier answered sarcastically.

"What did you want with them?" Millie questioned, passing the plate of bacon and sausages to Ron.

"We wanted to check up on them," Ron replied after swallowing his food. "Colin Creevey always tagged along wherever Harry went and so we thought his petrification would impact Harry in some way."

"And here I thought you were getting better at lying," Theo spoke up. "Try again, mate."

"Woah, what's with the interrogation, eh?" Ron raised an eyebrow at his friends. "We didn't commit any crimes or infringe any rights-"

"Shut up and listen," Blaise commanded, causing Ron to halt abruptly and everyone to blink at Blaise's authoritative tone. "A student was petrified less than twenty-four hours ago. Currently, our House is under suspicion as everyone believes the heir belongs to our cohort. Now, you two are pretty much up there with Potter, Malfoy, and a couple others. Do you think your untimely disappearances will go unnoticed by people?"

"We weren't missing, we were with Harry, Nev and Hermione-"

"Look around," Theo cut in firmly. "Go on, look."

Ron and Xavier obliged and looked over their shoulders. Several students were taking not-so-subtle glimpses of them and were immersed in hushed conversations with one another. Some shot them death glares, and others had frightened countenances. Bloody hell…

"You two can't afford to just show up while everyone is in one place," Blaise continued, while the girls nodded vigorously with his words.

"Are you suggesting we cut ties with anyone who isn't from this coterie?" Xavier asked, his breakfast forgotten.

"That's exactly what Blaise is saying," Daphne chimed in.

"Ugh, not this again," Ron groaned.

"Try and understand, guys," Tracey pointed out. "Talking to others and being away from your own House is putting you at risk."

"That's the dumbest thing you've ever said, Trace," Ron chuckled in disbelief. "Making connections with those from different Houses makes them succour us in times like this and vindicate our names when they get thrown into a pile of conviction."

"And what if they doubt you?" Millie asked. "What if they start to think that one of you is the Heir of Slytherin even though you are not?"

"Then that friendship goes down the drain," Xavier answered firmly. "It doesn't matter who it is or how close we are, if such a predicament happens, then I personally want nothing to do with them."

"And so, cutting them off will raise suspicion from them as well," Ron added strongly. "I can't afford that at all. They're my friends. Don't you lot understand that?"

"We want the best for you both," Daphne assured gently. "Now is just not an efficient time to wander between the different cohorts. You should stick to one and that's our House of Slytherin."

"Yeah, whatever," Ron mumbled, and he turned to Xavier. The dark-skinned wizard was fixed on the three American expatriates. "Um, Xavier? What do you think?"

"Huh?" Xavier asked absent-mindedly. "I agree with whatever you said, mate."

"So, let's try this again," Theo stated, laying down his utensils. "Why were you two missing?"

"As I said," Ron replied, his lips forming a frown. "We went to visit the Golden Trio to discuss Colin Creevey-"

"I don't see them anywhere," Pansy interrupted, craning her neck to search the Great Hall.

"Nor did we see them walk in with you two," Daphne added, her tone portraying her raising suspicion.

"We talked outside in the West Tower Courtyard," Xavier lied smoothly, his eyes piercing through Daphne's ones. "They must have gone back to Gryffindor Tower or something. If you lot desire so, I can ask them next time and explain that you guys were highly interested in every area of the castle they roamed about."

"They probably went to retrieve my sister," Ron feigned a downtrodden tone. "She's not here either." This acquired him some empathetic looks from the girls, while Theo and Blaise cocked an eyebrow and scowled before returning to their breakfast. Bloody hell, the tension is gnawing at my nerves! Theo and Blaise are quite difficult to lie to, unlike the girls…

"You liar," Tracey tutted, and Ron shot her a puzzled look. She took her gaze behind him and when Ron looked over his shoulder, he saw the Golden Trio making their way to a free spot on the table, obviously without any Ginny Weasley. Damn… nice going, mate…

"Backfired, didn't it, Weasley?" Blaise smirked rather maliciously.

"Maybe Ginny wasn't feeling up to joining them," Xavier proposed curtly, and Ron nodded fervently in agreement.

"Is this some sort of game to you?" Theo chuckled mirthlessly. "Do you not care about the safety of yourself or even this group?"

"Why are you asking me idiotic questions?" Ron growled, his blood boiling. "We all know the answer to that question."

"Please enlighten us then," Blaise beseeched sarcastically. "If you truly cared about everything that was going on now, you would heed my words and take them into consideration. Showing up late to mealtimes, having emotional outbursts in front of the whole school… do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Alright, bloody hell," Ron scowled, sighing tiredly. He looked over his shoulder once more and felt a pang of guilt when Ginny still wasn't present among every other Gryffindor. Hopefully, Hermione's plan reveals some much-needed answers… and Theo's report too…

Chess Club Classroom - Sunday, November 8th, 1992 (11:10 a.m.)

Ron observed as Fay seized his last remaining rook, but today, his heart wasn't into playing chess, which was extremely seldom. Instead of utilising an attentive composure, he was slumped in his armchair, one hand holding up his head, and albeit his vision was fixed on the board in front of him, his mind was somewhere else completely. He pondered over Blaise's words, Hermione's plan, Ginny's distant behaviour, Harry's story, and Colin's petrification. I could really use a vision right about now… I haven't had one in quite some time… is it on purpose? I don't even understand how they work…

"Hey, I know this game requires absolute patience," Fay's voice tore Ron out of his thoughts. "But this is the first time that I feel like I'm winning against you… and your fortitude is destroying me from the inside."

Ron blinked at Fay's sheepish look and then shot her a smile. "I'm sorry, I wasn't even focusing on the game to be completely honest with you."

"Are you okay?" Fay asked, abandoning her interest in the game.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Ron replied, faking an assuring smile. "Just a lot on my mind, that's all."

Fay gave him a hard look and then adorned a compassionate look. "You're not the only one, Ron. Everyone here is thinking about it, whether they want to or not."

"Can't things at this school be normal for once?" Ron asked, chuckling mirthlessly. It was a stupid question really. Yet, Ron's covet for a normal school life grew exponentially by the day.

"Poor Colin…" Fay sniffled, shaking her head softly. "He didn't deserve this at all. This was his first year at Hogwarts and now… he is bound to a bed for Merlin knows how long…"

Though Ron never felt any connection to Colin Creevey, Fay's words ignited sorrow and sympathy in Ron's heart. Immediately, he imagined his best friends and siblings in Colin's position and his heart ached severely. Curse whoever is behind this mess… curse them to hell!

"I heard that you lot are quite riled up at the moment," Ron spoke, and Fay sighed deeply.

"What did you expect?" Fay pointed out. "One of ours was petrified and it inevitably stirred up a lot of fury and the instinct to bring out accusations."

"Yeah, I heard," Ron responded, running his fingers through his overgrown hair. "A friend of mine told me that my name was thrown into the pot of suspects as well as my best mate's name."

"Which is utter nonsense," Fay puffed up feistily. "I don't think for one second that you're behind these… horrific actions nor your friend Xavier Desmond. I even defended your name when one of the third years called you out on it."

"You really didn't have to do that for me, Fay," Ron said, a grateful smile forming on his face. He had been right. Having friendships with individuals from different Houses really was a benefit.

"Yes, I didn't have to, but I wanted to," Fay reassured, smiling back at Ron. "Besides, your twin brothers were quite… adamant in changing that third-year's mind."

"And so were we," came Mandy's voice. Ron swivelled his head to see his fellow year-mates approach him and Fay. "Luna Lovegood… she was convincing everyone that she was your sister and knew you very well so any implications of you being the 'heir' were extremely unlikely. I don't really think Ravenclaw has solid accusations on anyone yet. A lot of us feel like Gryffindor are just pining the blame on Slytherin due to the archaic rivalry, while others are just cautious because of the underlying epithets of the 'Heir of Slytherin'."

"Hufflepuff are also unsure on who could be the perpetrator of these petrifications," Kevin provided firmly. "A small portion has already aligned themselves with many of the Gryffindors, but people like Cedric Diggory are persuading Hufflepuffs otherwise."

An overwhelmed feeling arose in Ron's chest, and he felt lost for words. People have my back…

"And even though a lot of people are suspicious of one another, look around," Lily pointed out. Each of them took a good look at the occupants of the room. "Everyone's here, playing against each other or conversing as if nothing has really happened at all. No one's sparking a brawl or confronting anyone."

"You're right," Ron spoke up, gaining some morale. "I reckon if we all worked with another, we could crack down on whoever this sick bastard is."

"Exactly my feelings," Lily agreed wholeheartedly. "Unfortunately, I believe the majority of people would not share our credence." This… could be a good idea… what if I form a coalition of students from different Houses to help solve this mystery of who's behind all of this? This could be very beneficial…

"I'm sure there are more students that feel the same way we do, right?" Ron questioned.

"Yeah, most likely," Mandy answered, a curious look displayed on her face. "Why, do you have an idea of sorts? Your tone suggests you do."

"What if we formed a group with everyone who was willing to work with one another to determine the Heir of Slytherin and how they are able to petrify their victims?" Ron proposed, dropping his voice to a whisper for no apparent reason.

"What?" Fay asked, his eyes slightly widened.

"You want to form an alliance with students from the four Houses to conduct an investigation?" Mandy enquired, and Ron nodded firmly.

"Believe me mate, that sounds wicked and all," Kevin started, his grin turning grim. "But what if the heir joins the 'ranks' of your organisation and ends up petrifying more students all the while deceiving us simultaneously?"

"That's a good point," Ron accredited, while the girls shuddered at Kevin's question. "I advise that no one ever mentions it to those who aren't part of the group and not to act suspicious like spontaneously talking to members that they've never actually acknowledged before in public."

"So, I'm presuming that if you were to promulgate this idea of yours, you're going to only recruit highly trusted individuals?" Mandy queried, and Ron nodded firmly.

"Precisely. All of you can join right now, actually!" Ron exclaimed.

"But how do you know one of us is not the heir?" Kevin asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm willing to give each of you the benefit of the doubt," Ron replied amicably, and a serious expression adorned his face. "I really appreciate you guys defending my name within your own House. We've only known each other for a very minute time and yet, you're still going out of your way to induce others that I'm not the Heir of Slytherin."

"Because we're giving you the benefit of doubt too, Ron," Lily responded softly. "Only a sick and twisted person must be behind this. And that's certainly not you."

"Hermione once told me that you were one of the only few to try to console her after she was insulted by her own Housemate," Fay added in. "I respect that so much, Ron, especially considering that you're not even from the same House as her."

"I don't care what House you're from or what your blood status is," Ron informed passionately. "I was brought up to befriend those who I believed were rich in likeable qualities and emanated a benevolent persona. That's what I believe in, not some ridiculous hierarchy determined by one's blood status."

"Well said, mate," Kevin clapped Ron on the back. "I respect you a lot for that. I guess I'll always be perplexed by why you ended up in Slytherin. But then again, all Slytherins aren't like that Malfoy bloke, are they?"

"Exactly my point, mate," Ron's smile became radiant. "I think my idea could really help prevent what's been happening at Hogwarts and I want you four to be a part of it. If you think there's anyone that you could solely trust to be a part of this… 'organisation', then tell me. I'm going to ponder over this scheme more properly and if I decide to make it official, then you lot will be the first to know."

"You know what? I'm in," Kevin declared, causing Ron to emulate the Hufflepuff's grin.

"Me too," Fay and Lily chorused.

"I can see why you were recruited for this club," Mandy admitted, tucking a braid behind her ear. "You naturally have a strategist's mind. I guess I'm in as well. It would be a shame if I just rejected your offer, wouldn't it?"

"Brilliant!" Ron exclaimed jubilantly. This might be my best idea yet!

"Sorry to interrupt you lot," came a male's voice and they all turned in the direction of a third-year Gryffindor. "I was hoping to have word with Ronald Weasley."

Ron cocked an eyebrow at the Gryffindor; he had wavy brown locks that reached his ears, fair skin, and an upturned nose.

"What do you want with me?" Ron asked, masking his curiosity.

"Just a quick word," the bloke replied earnestly. "You see, I have a cousin in your House. His name is Asher Jones and-"

"Oh yeah," Ron interjected. "I've seen him around in the common room. Alright, I'll have that word with you then."

Ron quickly shot a nod to Fay, Lily, Mandy, and Kevin and moved to a secluded area of the room with the third-year Gryffindor lad.

"I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Jones," Peter introduced pleasantly, holding out a hand and Ron shook it firmly.

"You already know my name," Ron replied politely, and a serious expression crossed his face. "I'm all ears, Peter."

"Well, my cousin has been ignoring my sister and I ever since his sorting into Slytherin," Peter started, and Ron listened attentively. "I think he might be avoiding us due to shame or the fear that my sister and I are repulsed by which House he was allocated to. I've tried to make several attempts to reach him, but he keeps evading me. I just want to check up on him, you know?"

"I see…" Ron trailed off, reminiscing about the first few days he was sorted into Slytherin. A similar process had occurred with his own brothers, and to an extent, his entire family, and Ron felt that he was able to relate to Asher Jones' situation. He also found some respect for Peter as he was clearly worried over his cousin and wanted to clear things up. "I'm assuming that you want me to reach out to him and persuade him to stop avoiding you and your sister?"

"That's all we want, mate," Peter answered sincerely. "My sister is especially concerned over him due to the recent events at Hogwarts and she told me that she never catches glimpses of him hanging out with anyone in his year." I should help these siblings out… I remember being in Asher's position… having his cousins by his side will help him remarkably…

"Alright, I'll try and get him to talk to you and your sister," Ron promised, and a relieved smile appeared on Peter's face.

"I'm truly grateful for this, mate," Peter responded out of appreciation. "I just want Asher to know that Megan and I are still here for him no matter what House he's in."

"I understand," Ron replied firmly. "I'll do my best."

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Secret Duelling Room - Sunday, November 8th, 1992 (12:10 p.m.)

Xavier watched avidly as Valerie sat in a secluded section of the library, presumably studying as usual.

Though Xavier believed that Valerie was no 'Heir of Slytherin', he just couldn't simply ignore what he had seen on the Marauder's Map the night before Colin Creevey's petrification had become official news. Perhaps that was why Xavier was dubious to go study with Valerie or even confront her. What would he actually do if he got the notion that Valerie wasn't all he knew she seemed to be and somehow played a role in Colin's petrification? Xavier was warming up to Valerie, along with Deandre and Demelza, and it would have been an abysmal shame for Xavier to be the one to take action.

Xavier's eyes then fell on another dot labelled 'Ronald Weasley' rushing towards where he was residing, and he quickly brandished his wand.

"Mischief managed," Xavier tapped the map with his wand and quickly tucked it into one of his pockets as the entrance revealed Ron's figure.

"I thought I'd find you here," Ron said breathlessly.

"What's up, mate?" Xavier greeted, gesturing for Ron to take a seat next to him.

"I had an epiphany at the Chess club," Ron confessed and his excitement piqued Xavier's interest. "So, hear me out. What if I contrived a small group of our year-mates who were willing to cooperate peacefully in order to figure out who the Heir of Slytherin was?"

Xavier blinked at Ron a couple of times before a smirk spread across his face. "You really are the most entertaining individual I've ever met, you know that right?"

"Seriously, Xavier, think about it!" Ron urged firmly, ignoring Xavier's amused look. "Think of how instrumental this could be for all of us!"

"Merlin, you're actually bloody serious?" Xavier asked, losing his smirk. "Have you even considered the vast number of possibilities that could backfire from this plan of yours?"

"Trust me, I've discussed this with four other members already," Ron stated, and Xavier cocked an eyebrow.

"So, this group has already been established then?" Xavier questioned, and Ron shrugged.

"I'm still working out everything, but I wanted to tell you first," Ron confessed as an adamant expression crossed his face. "I was having a chat with some of our year-mates who attend the Chess club, and we all shared the same outlook on this whole 'heir' business. Blimey, each of them even defended my name in their House and told me outright that they firmly believed that I couldn't be the Heir of Slytherin. When I pitched the idea of forming a group, they were convinced and jumped on board."

"They want to pursue the same motive that you do too?" Xavier asked, slowly seeing Ron's perspective on the whole matter.

"Yes, mate," Ron answered truthfully. "What if we gathered more students, primarily from our year level to start off with, to start a secret 'organisation' by which we all search for clues, hear anything suspicious and report back, all of which can tremendously aid us in determining the culprit behind this bloody mess?"

"You're giving this devised plan of yours a thrilling nuance but what if it all goes to shambles?" Xavier pointed out. "What if the Heir of Slytherin joins this group of yours undetected and deceives everyone one of us?"

"Well, if the heir is truly from the Slytherin House, then that won't be so much of a problem, would it?" Ron argued and Xavier couldn't disagree with his point. "As I said, only those who probably won't start pointing fingers at one another without evidence should be permitted to this group. It could really benefit us all if we could collaborate together and meet every once in a while to share any findings and narrow down the list of suspects."

Xavier stayed quiet for a few seconds, stroking his chin as he contemplated Ron's plan. Albeit it sounded laughable in the beginning, Xavier started to see why Ron seemed so resolute in pursuing his proposal. Perhaps this is another one of Ron's brilliant ideas… it could help decrease tension and unite students from each House…

"Alright, let's say I'll join this association of yours," Xavier started, and Ron's face lit up. "We'll have to locate a room, preferably an abandoned or rarely used room, to hold meetings. Next, we'll have to develop a method of communicating with each other without making it face-to-face as it would arouse suspicion from other people. We might even also have to create some sort of pact so that no one informs others of the coalition as a way of keeping their word."

"Agreed, mate," Ron nodded vigorously, a thoughtful look spreading across his face. "Perhaps Hermione might know of a way to communicate discreetly?"

"Are you even sure about who you want to join the group?" Xavier queried. "I somewhat doubt that Blaise and the others will advocate your plan."

"I'll have to think about it carefully," Ron replied, sighing lightly. "I say that we start small and expand from there with the number of members."

"I could probably find us a room to utilise for meetings," Xavier added. "There's plenty of secret areas and unused classrooms in this castle."

"Excellent," Ron responded cheerfully. "So, I'm presuming that you've recruited yourself?"

"I guess I have no choice," Xavier joked, and Ron grinned in contentment. "Let's hope this plan doesn't go to shit for our sakes."

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Slytherin Common Room - Sunday, November 8th, 1992 (12:50 p.m.)

"Where are you going?" Pansy asked, causing Ron to stop in his tracks. "It's nearly lunchtime."

"I'm doing a favour for someone," Ron answered truthfully. "I'll join you lot in a second."

"What's this favour?" Theo demanded, narrowing his eyes at Ron. Bloody hell…

"You know that first-year named Asher Jones?" Ron sighed dramatically.

"You mean the kid who was surprisingly sorted into Slytherin?" Tracey recalled and Ron nodded fervently.

"His cousin approached me and asked me to convince Asher to stop dodging him and his sister," Ron informed, playing with his uncle's ring on his finger. "And I accepted his request."

"Why would you do that for a random Gryffindor?" Blaise scoffed aloofly.

"Because I can relate to what Asher is feeling right about now," Ron answered fiercely, and he continued to the livelier areas of the common room. "I'll see you guys at lunch."

"Ron, wait up," Pansy said as she caught up to him. "I'll help."

"It's fine, you don't have to do that, Pans," Ron reassured with a smile.

"No, I personally know Epirus Avery and since he probably shares a dorm room with the boy you're looking for, he can tell me where to find him," Pansy provided and she began to wander, while Ron followed suit. "There he is."

Pansy guided Ron towards the study tables where a couple of students were researching for a Herbology project. Some of them glanced at Ron and quickly averted their eyes. Yes, beware me… I'm the bloody Heir of Slytherin… twats…

Ron observed Pansy approaching a first-year boy with straight jet-black hair, cold grey eyes, and a reserved composure.

"Pansy Parkinson," Epirus Avery greeted. "What pleasure do I owe you?" Bloody hell… these lot are groomed to be formal cunts since birth!

"Can you tell me where to find a boy named Asher Jones?" Pansy asked. "Or can you retrieve him for me? I need to speak with him."

"What do you want with Jones?" Epirus inquired, cocking an eyebrow. "He mostly keeps to himself and doesn't enjoy any company." So, this lad prefers to avoid people in general… damn, he must be detesting every waking moment since being sorted into Slytherin… I've got to help him.

"I'm just doing a favour for his cousin," Pansy clarified. "So, will you help me?"

"It's not like I talk to those half-bloods," Epirus pointed out, a look of disgust marring his features. Filthy bigot…

"You don't have to be like that, Epirus," Pansy warned, her countenance becoming menacing. Epirus shot her a perplexed look before schooling his features.

"So, it's true then. Weasley has infiltrated your mind just like Draco said," Epirus sighed in disappointment. "What a shame. Well, you'll see the repercussions of your choices. I'll go find Jones and bring him to you." Is Malfoy still trying to paint some desperate picture of me in people's minds? Damn that bastard…

Epirus then got up from his seat and disappeared into the Boy's Dorms, while Pansy shot a nod at Ron. Ron sent a look of gratitude back and then spotted another first-year appear from the right wing. I'm presuming that's Asher Jones… wait, where's Avery? He decided not to come back with Jones? Sheesh…

"I'll see you at lunch?" Pansy questioned, with a meaningful look.

"Yes, I'll see you at lunch," Ron nodded in confirmation. "Thank you, Pans."

"No problem, Ron," Pansy shot him a parting smile and made her way for the exit of the common room. Alright, let's get this over with…

Ron slowly made his way over to the isolated, brown-haired boy and he immediately picked up on how Asher's eyes were darting from place to place, making him come off as conspicuously anxious.

"Asher Jones," Ron greeted, garnering the boy's attention. "I'm Ronald Weasley. Care to join me for a little talk?"

"W-why?" Asher Jones stuttered, looking mildly uncomfortable and a little paranoid.

"I just want to have a small chat, mate," Ron replaced his tone with a gentler one. "It's one of my bestowed duties to check up on the first years every once in a while, and I've neglected that task. Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you."

The boy stayed rooted to his spot for a few seconds before timidly accepting Ron's request. Ron directed Asher to one of the vacant couches by the fireplace and the two seated themselves, staring out at the limpid windows that provided them with a view of underneath the Great Lake. Well shit… how do I start this?

"So… how's Slytherin doing, mate?" Ron started awkwardly and a diffident visage appeared on Asher. Fantastic, Ron…

"Not too bad, I guess…" Asher replied reticently, and Ron nodded along with his words, astonished that he earned a response at all. "Um… what's this really about?"

Ron sighed intensely and faced Asher with an earnest expression. "Look, mate, your cousin approached me and asked me to talk to you… he was bothered about you and wants you to quit ducking him and his sister."

Asher's shy look morphed into one of shock and he stayed silent for a few seconds. "Was he actually… worried?"

"Yeah, mate," Ron responded truthfully, and he then adorned an understanding look. "Listen, Asher. I was in your exact position when I arrived at Hogwarts. My family are known for all being sorted into Gryffindor, so how do you think I felt when I got sent to Slytherin?"

"You were stunned," Asher answered in a knowing way.

"Not just stunned, I was utterly devasted, mate," Ron continued; reminiscing about the feeling still incited a sense of fear in Ron's heart. "I was shitting myself and I was confident that my family were going to disown me, or that my mother would send me a howler or that my older brothers would confront me in public."

"Did any of that happen to you?" Asher questioned, though he already knew the answer.

"Not at all, mate. My family were understanding, and they were only fearful for my safety in Slytherin," Ron supplied, a smile involuntarily breaking out on his face. "I completely get what you've been feeling for the past few months and I'm ashamed that I didn't approach you earlier. Please don't ignore your cousins. They truly want to support you and be on your side. I assure you, they aren't infuriated or revolted by the House you now identify with."

"I guess I was scared of what they might have thought about me," Asher murmured, though Ron heard every word clearly. "I… I felt shameful of my sorting as well-"

"As did I," Ron cut him off. "But I became acquainted with who I could call the best friends I've ever met and have been blessed with in my life. Slytherin has unequivocally taught me some valuable lessons and I would not be the same person if I had been sorted into another House."

"Are you sure?" The brown-haired boy queried, looking more hopeful. "Do I have a chance?"

"Of course, you have a chance, mate!" Ron exclaimed, causing Asher to jump. "I'm a 'blood-traitor' who came from a lengthy line of Gryffindors. Yet, I've been deemed as a 'prodigy' due to my persistence in getting good marks, impressing my professors and peers, and devoting my best to everything I try, and my inner circle is filled with Pure-bloods. Tell me, do you at least have one ally?"

"Well…" Asher started, pondering for a few seconds. "There is this one guy… his name is Isiah Foley. He acts nice to me and encourages me whenever I speak more than three words… he even defended me when one of the girls pointed out my sca- I mean, never mind… to be honest, I don't know why he acts friendly with me."

"Then befriend that bloke and go from there," Ron advised, and he chuckled. "Trust me, some people purely want to make friendships without desiring anything in return, which is most certainly not a Slytherin trait. It baffled me as well." Asher nodded curtly and for the first time in their interaction, Ron could tell that he was beginning to warm up a little.

"How about we go join everyone for lunch?" Ron suggested, getting up from the couch. "I'm absolutely famished, mate."

Asher agreed without any response and together, the two traversed out of the common room and through the spiralling dungeon staircase.

"You were lying about how you were meant to check up on us first-year Slytherins, weren't you?" Asher suddenly spoke up, earning a startled look from Ron. How does he know? I thought I did a pretty good job there… maybe Theo's right about me getting 'better' at lying…

"What makes you say that?" Ron replied as they found themselves on the ground floor.

"I just… know…" Asher trailed off, adorning a sheepish look and Ron decided to ignore it. Odd lad… he's alright though.

The two passed the giant hourglass and arrived at the Great Hall to find it bustling with students and the delectable smell of scrumptious food waiting to be devoured.

"I think you should go join your cousins for lunch today," Ron pitched, and Asher looked up at him quickly.

"I don't think I should… maybe I can talk to them later-"

"Listen to me, mate," Ron knelt to Asher's height and gazed at him firmly. "We're in some dark times right now and family will be one of the main pillars that keeps you going. You have a cousin in Gryffindor and one in Hufflepuff and they both miss you dearly. They'll have your back like no one else and the longer you prolong your decision to communicate with them, the further you drift away from them. In fact, I'll take you myself."

Ron all but dragged Asher over to the Hufflepuff table and spotted Megan Jones conversing with her Hufflepuff friends with a smile.

"Ron, what a surprise," Lily greeted, placing the attention on Ron. Thanks, Lily, now everyone's eyes are penetrating through my soul…

"Megan Jones," Ron addressed, schooling his nervousness and the brunette girl seemed amazed that the red-haired prodigy even knew her name. "Your cousin would like to join you for lunch today."

"My cousin?" Megan Jones' brow furrowed, and Ron stepped to his side, exposing Asher's timorous form. Megan's eyes widened out of shock, and she hastily looked back at Ron with a bewildered countenance. "How?"

"Ask your brother, he'll explain the situation," Ron answered cryptically, and he then nudged Asher to join his cousin.

"Hey, Ash," Megan welcomed gently, making some space for her Slytherin kin.

"Hey, Meg," Asher responded shyly, determinedly averting his eyes. "Is it alright if I join you?"

"Don't be silly, Ash. Come sit next to me, I've missed talking to you," Megan gestured for him to sit next to her. "You guys won't mind my cousin joining us for today, right?"

"He's welcome whenever, Megan," Kevin reassured, passing Asher a plate of drumsticks.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, mate," Ernie Macmillan presented his hand formally and Asher gradually shook it back. "I'm Ernie Macmillan."

"How's Slytherin treating you?" Hannah Abbott inquired curiously.

Ron looked over to the Gryffindor table and locked eyes with Peter. Ron pointed over to Asher, who was now wrapped up in a conversation with his Hufflepuff cousin and her friends, to verify that he had done as Peter had asked. A genuine smile graced the Gryffindor's lips, and he shot an appreciative nod to the red-haired Slytherin. Feeling content and jubilant for the three Jones students, Ron made his way over to the Slytherin table with a jovial smile planted on his face. Job well done, mate.

Valerie Robinson's P.O.V:

The Great Hall - Sunday, November 8th, 1992 (1:30 p.m.)

Dear Valerie,

I am highly intrigued by these voices that you've been hearing. You describe them as sounding like 'distant hisses' which poses the question… Are you hearing the voice of a serpent? I seriously doubt that a such beast can reside at schools like Ilvermorny, let alone Hogwarts, without being found but I may be incorrect.

I suggest you do some research into any serpentine creatures as we both know of your incredible inherited ability to communicate with said creatures. Please get back to me as soon as possible if there is a development in your findings. I will also research this 'voice' you've been hearing around the Hogwarts castle.

With all my love,

Great Aunt Daliah

Valerie shuddered as she lowered the letter. Her great aunt believed that Valerie was hearing the voice of a serpentine creature… This truly frightened Valerie to her core and she dearly prayed that this was not the case. How could I explain to anyone if there really was some snake mysteriously travelling around Hogwarts anyway?!

The news of Colin Creevey's petrification had spread like wildfire around Hogwarts and Valerie wasn't surprised in the slightest. And even though, Valerie knew she had no role in the young Gryffindor's current state, she couldn't help but feel a tight knot of guilt form in her stomach every time she pondered over it. Should I have told a professor what I saw last night? No… he was already petrified from what it seemed like… It was only a matter of time before someone found him like that…

Valerie had discussed her fears with Demelza and Deandre as they were the only two she could reach out to and trust with her entire heart. Both of her friends were spooked by Valerie's revelation, but Demelza was tenacious in investigating the enigmatic voice Valerie had been hearing, while Deandre was keen on being extremely cautious and sticking to one another.

As Valerie thought about her whole predicament last night repeatedly, she realised that there was one thing that she hadn't given much thought to. When she was running back down the corridor away from Colin Creevey, she recalled seeing multiple house spiders all scuttling in one direction and though it wasn't significant to her at the moment, she found it highly unusual when she reflected on it now. She had never seen such behaviour from spiders, though it wasn't like she had any erudition into the activity of spiders.

"Val, what did your great aunt say?" Deandre's voice brought Valerie back to the present moment.

"She says she's going to research whatever I've been hearing," Valerie answered, and she then dropped her voice to a whisper. "She believes that I'm hearing some sort of serpentine creature."

"I'm sorry, what?" Deandre's jaw slackened.

"Do you think there's some sort of snake roaming about in the castle?" Demelza questioned, looking positively spooked. "It is possible?"

"I… I don't know…" Valerie muttered, her eyes fixated on her salad. "I think I'll follow Great Aunt Daliah's advice and probe into this voice I keep hearing. I really hope that it isn't some gigantic, magical snake or we'll be doomed."

"You could say that again," Deandre murmured, losing his appetite.

Valerie stared at her plate for a few seconds, having ruminations of her adversity, but it was momentarily paused when she got the inkling that a pair of eyes were on her. She swivelled her head to her left and locked eyes with Xavier. The dark-skinned boy was overtly gazing at her, and a pit of uneasiness formed in her stomach, especially when he didn't blink nor break his stare. Why is he looking at me like that?

Valerie had the inclination to shoot Xavier a warm smile to see his reaction, but she was transfixed by his cold, dark piercing eyes. There wasn't any cordial acknowledgement, but only suspicious conviction written all over his face and Valerie started to slightly panic. It was as if Xavier knew something about her that no one else knew and his intimidating stare was slaughtering her from the inside. What the heck? Does he know something? I need to talk to him…

"Valerie, what's wrong?" Demelza prodded her arm and Valerie snapped out of her trance. "Why were you so fixed on Xavier?"

"I caught him staring at me," Valerie whispered, and Deandre subtly glanced at their first Hogwarts friend. "I'm not sure if I'm losing my mind but I feel like something's wrong by the look he's giving me."

"Jeez, that dude is an anomaly," Deandre shuddered at Xavier's disconcerting visage. "One minute, we're having endless banter and the next minute, he retreats into some detached shell. Did you do something to piss him off?"

"No!" Valerie denied loudly, fearing the very thought. "I've done nothing of the sort, I swear!"

"Then he has probably figured something about you," Demelza pointed out with her usual perspicacity. "You should go talk to him."

"I plan to do so," Valerie informed, and she took an opportunity to face Xavier again, and found him engrossed in a discussion with Ronald Weasley. I need to figure out why he suddenly seems so wary of me… and I need to find out what the hell I've been hearing...

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Classroom 4F - Monday, November 9th, 1992 (1:15 p.m.)

The bell rang, signalling the end of the fourth period, which brought a great sense of relief for the students who had somehow stayed awake, while everyone else snapped out of their drowsy state.

"I expect twelve inches of parchment on the history of the Medieval Assembly of European Wizards to be handed in by the next lesson," Professor Binns droned in his monotonous voice, causing the majority of students to groan. "Class is dismissed."

Xavier and his friends departed classroom 4F with enthusiasm, keen to settle down at the Great Hall and indulge in some much-needed food and chatter. They intertwined with other students who were all heading for lunch, but an atmosphere of trepidation lingered in the air. It was clear that everyone was keeping a lookout, feeling dubious around those who weren't from the same House.

"I hope they have those baked potatoes today," Ron muttered, his stomach grumbling loudly.

What do we have next?" Tracey asked, quickening her pace in order to get to the Great Hall as fast as possible.

"Herbology," Xavier answered, lingering behind the group and a collective groan met his answer.

"What the hell are you lot moaning like spoilt children for?" Theo snapped. "Herbology is a bloody great subject. Daphne back me up."

"Guys, it's not that bad," Daphne argued insouciantly, clearly too hungry to even argue her point. "We don't have to listen to a professor drone on for hours on end."

"Yes, but it's herbology!" Tracey whined, scowling in displeasure.

"You see, Theo, some of us prefer not getting our hands dirty-"

"Ouch, Blaise! Why did you stop walking?" Pansy complained, nursing her nose from bumping into the dark-skinned boy's back.

A sudden commotion broke out on the ground floor, right in front of the grand staircase, causing many students to halt in their place and observe as the dispute was blocking those on the grand staircase from descending to the ground floor.

"I think a fight is about to happen," Theo answered for Blaise, and they all tried to get a better view.

"Who specifically? There are too many people," Millie quickly questioned, craning her neck.

"Over there!" Tracey exclaimed, pointing to two fourth-years, one from Gryffindor and the other from Slytherin. They were being held back by their mates and seemed to be exchanging insults.

"This can't be good," Daphne muttered, and Xavier nodded in agreement. There's probably one main spark behind this feud…

"Get off me, you bloody snake!" the Gryffindor yelled.

"What the fuck is your problem?" the Slytherin sneered, fixing his robes.

"You're dodgy, that's what!" the Gryffindor spat out. "Got to be extra cautious around you lot right about now!" And there it is…

"What the fuck are you implying?" the Slytherin's eyes flashed dangerously.

"What's the meaning of this?" came Percy's voice, and the tall, red-haired Gryffindor prefect made his way through the attentive crowd.

"This bloody imbecile is trying to start something," the Slytherin growled, while his mates attempted to placate him.

"Don't listen to him," the Gryffindor shot back, eyeing the Slytherin with contempt. "How can anyone trust these slimy snakes, especially in times like this? You could be the bloody Heir of Slytherin for all I know." Whispers emanated throughout the crowd. Xavier and Ron exchanged eye rolls. Idiotic Gryffindors…

"How dare you!" one of the Slytherin's friends hissed. "Stop making false accusations!"

"Xavier," came a familiar voice, and Xavier looked over his shoulder to find Valerie approaching him. "Can we talk?"

"About?" Xavier asked curtly, schooling his surprise.

"I feel like you've been avoiding me…" Valerie trailed off, looking at her feet and Xavier cocked an eyebrow. Was I that obvious? Damn…

"A chat does sound nice," Xavier contemplated, causing Valerie to look up at him. "There are some things I've been wanting to ask you…" Valerie nodded vigorously, almost as if she already knew what Xavier wanted to know.

"That's enough!" Percy's firm voice brought Xavier back to the current scenario and he watched as Professors McGonagall and Snape arrived in order to sort everything out. Xavier could sense the animosity between the two Houses and many students from the House of Lions and House of Snakes were eyeing each other with mistrust, hostility, or avoidance.

"Ginny!" Ron called out, and Xavier turned to see his friend following his younger sister who seemed mildly disinterested by the whole circumstance. "Ginny, wait up!"

"Go away, Ron," Ginny spat out, making Ron freeze in his tracks.

"Ginny…" Ron repeated softly, but Ginny simply continued making her way up to the staircase, presumably off to her common room. Merlin, what is up with that girl? She's done a complete one-eighty…

Noticing Ron's dejected look, Blaise, Theo, and the girls tried to accompany him to the Great Hall to take his mind off his sister, but he muttered about 'not being hungry' and vanished from sight.

"Poor, Ron," Pansy sympathised.

"What's his sister's problem?" Theo asked, looking annoyed.

"No idea, but we shouldn't stay here any longer," Blaise advised strongly. "Let's go to lunch. Ron can join us whenever he pleases."

"I'll go find him, don't worry," Xavier reassured, taking the opportunity to interrogate Valerie without raising suspicion from his friends.

"Are you sure? I'll help if you want," Daphne suggested, looking determined.

"No, it's fine, Daph," Xavier rejected her proposal. "Besides, I know how to get through to him. You lot should go enjoy lunch. We'll join you very soon."

"Let's go guys," Tracey sighed, guiding her friends down the marble staircase. They started making their way to the ground floor and Daphne left a couple of seconds, not before looking over her shoulder at Xavier. He sent her a nod and she returned it before following after their friends.

As more students began to disperse from the area, Xavier beckoned Valerie over to him and she obliged, adjusting her book bag on her shoulder and tucking a curly strand of hair behind her left ear.

For a moment, the two observed students vacating the area for the Great Hall from the balcony overlooking the ground floor, and the moment of silence was broken when Valerie cleared her throat.

"People are becoming really paranoid, aren't they?" Valerie started, her eyes darting to Xavier's stony form.

"Hear, hear," Xavier replied aloofly. "Though some portray their paranoia as more irrational than how it should be, we are undoubtedly living in a volatile moment. Colin Creevey's petrification has everyone on sudden edge, not even the Slytherins are taking it as a joke anymore. Well, not as much as they did with Mrs. Norris' petrification anyway."

Another juncture of silence washed over them, and Xavier could sense the nervous shiftiness in Valerie's mannerisms. She seemed to be debating on how to steer the conversation.

"You said that you feel like 'I've been avoiding you'?" Xavier postulated to help handle the conversation.

"Yes… I know it sounds childish, but I feel like you've been blatantly distancing yourself from me, Deandre and Demelza," Valerie explained softly. "I just want to know if I've done something wrong. I… I caught you staring at me yesterday at lunch."

"I did?" Xavier asked, feigning bewilderment. "I apologise if I made you uncomfortable by doing so, but I don't recall staring at you with intent. Maybe I was lost in my thoughts or zoned out and happened to be looking in your direction."

"Xavier, you don't have to lie to me," Valerie reassured gently, and Xavier cocked an eyebrow. "You can be honest with me."

"Honest, eh?" Xavier repeated, and he emitted a mirthless chuckle. "Alright, Valerie, how about you be completely honest with me first? What were you really doing out that night when Creevey was petrified?"

"W-what?" Valerie stammered, not hearing Xavier properly.

"You told me that you needed to go to the Owlery that night and I warned you against it," Xavier recollected, his tone tinged with suspicion. "The Owlery isn't too far from the Hospital Wing and that's where Creevey was found in a petrified state."

"Xavier… are you seriously proposing that-"

"Would it be so wrong of me to consider such a possibility, Valerie?" Xavier justified himself coldly. "This whole heir business began this year, and you turned up this year at Hogwarts after being 'expelled' from Ilvermorny, and might I add, it isn't every day where a bloody first-year gets expelled."

"Xavier…" Valerie's voice came out shaky and this caused Xavier to look at his American friend for the first time. Tears were threatening to cascade down Valerie's cheeks and she appeared as though Xavier had slapped her across the face. Xavier felt a sudden pang of guilt. Fuck, maybe I went too far… I don't even suspect her that greatly…

"You really think I'm the 'Heir of Slytherin'?" Valerie questioned, her voice wavering and her visage betraying her anguish. Xavier made no immediate response, which Valerie took as a sign of resolution in his belief.

"Fine! If you must know, I was at the Owlery because of the constant voices I've been hearing inside my head!" Valerie exclaimed, and Xavier was caught off guard at her sudden vehemence. "I sent an owl off to a family member and as I decided to head back, I hear that darn voice again! Like hisses… and it allured me… I tried to follow it and I found that poor boy's body on the floor, not moving… I was terrified, Xavier! Instead of telling a professor, I tucked my tail between my legs and ran!"

"Val-"

"You probably think I'm lying through my teeth," Valerie continued adamantly, tears now flowing down her face. "But I'm not the Heir of Slytherin! Just because I had no choice but to come to Hogwarts… This place is diabolic! How dare you! I would never attack a No-Maj-born!"

"Valerie, listen to me-"

"Leave me alone," Valerie huffed indignantly, beginning to walk away. "Jerk."

Xavier watched as Valerie hastily disappeared from view and he stood there for a couple of seconds, speechless and slightly shocked. He hadn't expected that from Valerie. Now that pang of guilt had expanded into full regret. Did I just fuck up a unique friendship? Merlin, I should have executed that better… brilliant work, Xavier. Now she's going to be giving you the cold shoulder, which means Deandre and Demelza will most likely do the same.

Xavier sighed deeply and began to make his way down the grand staircase. He had lost his appetite. Valerie's heartfelt words were ringing in his ears and his brow furrowed firmly as he realised the words she had been spewing. She said that she had been hearing some voice… can it be? There's no way… could she be alluding to the voice that Harry and I have also heard? If so, why? What trait or distinction do we all share that sets us apart from the others? Why do we hear this voice? Ugh, this could all be speculation for all I know…

Xavier continued onto the ground floor and diverting from the direction to the Great Hall, he opted to make his way to the kitchens via a door that had a staircase leading to it. Ron was bound to be there, training to take his mind off things.

Once Xavier reached the portrait of fruit, he tickled the pear, which gained him access to the kitchens and as he entered, he was surprised to find Ron sitting on one of the couches by the fireplace, gazing at his hands. A couple of house-elves were shooting him concerned looks and when they noticed Xavier's presence, they quickly rushed over to him with a tray filled with assortments of appealing sandwiches, crumpets, cheese, and crackers.

"Master Desmond, it's so good to see you again!" Daisey squeaked as the house-elves surrounded their customary 'visitor' with excitement.

"Hello, you lot," Xavier greeted; the house-elves always seemed to unintentionally elevate Xavier's mood. "It's good to see you again."

"Would Master Desmond like to join Master Weasley and have some tea?" another house-elf posed.

"Uh, sure thing," Xavier replied, and the house-elves all beamed at him.

As Xavier made his way over to Ron, his red-haired friend finally made an acknowledgement by looking up and nodding tiredly.

"I thought you would be training," Xavier began, taking a buttered crumpet and shooting a grateful wink to the retreating house-elves.

"I couldn't be fucked, mate," Ron replied weakly, rubbing his temples. "Ah, I dunno anymore."

"Talk to me, mate," Xavier requested, and Ron chuckled softly.

"There's nothing to chat about," Ron responded, running his fingers through his hair. "Ginny absolutely fucking despises me, and I bloody deserve it."

Xavier stared at Ron for a few moments, chewing his food slowly in order to contemplate what to say next or how to console Ron. When he came up short, Xavier pulled the tray of food and steaming tea towards Ron.

"Go on, eat something," Xavier advised. Ron's eyes were fixed on the platter of food for a few seconds before he relented with another heavy sigh and began to eat away.

The two ate in silence, each pondering with guilt and shame. Xavier had straight up accused Valerie, a clever, easy-going girl, of being the Heir of Slytherin, while Ron's actions had determined the distant relationship between him and his sister.

"Would Master Desmond and Master Weasley want a refill?" A house-elf asked politely after approaching the two.

"No, thanks, mate," Ron answered, and Xavier shot a small smile at the house-elf, who began to clear up the tray.

"Come on, Ron," Xavier said firmly, getting up from his seat. "Let's go train."

"You go on, Xavier," Ron suggested nonchalantly. "I'll join you in a bit."

"Don't give me that bollocks," Xavier replied tersely, and he pulled Ron up from his seated position. "Come on, brother. Let's practise some much dark charms from the tome." Reluctantly, Ron grunted in agreement and followed his best mate to their secret duelling room.

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Duelling Room - Monday, November 9th, 1992 (2 p.m.)

Ron pumped a fist in the air when he succeeded in performing the cascading jinx. It was able to attack multiple opponents in close proximity, and Ron, being the strategist that he was, had cleverly duelled in a fashion that caused the dummies to group together, to which he then delivered the cascading jinx, hindering the duelling dummies concurrently. Ron was then able to deliver strong blows to each of the dummies, effectively knocking them out and rendering them 'unconscious'.

Ron twirled his wand between his fingertips and looked over to Xavier, who was immersed in the dark tome, flipping through its pages. Albeit Xavier was the one who had come along and encouraged Ron to train to get his mind off things, Xavier had digressed into a quieter mood, clearly troubled by something.

"Hey, mate," Ron called out, garnering Xavier's attention. "I finally got the hang of it."

"Nice one," Xavier praised before returning to the book.

"Hey, you alright?" Ron asked, adorning a serious expression. "You seemed off once we began to train."

"Hmm? Nah, I'm fine, mate," Xavier responded, waving a hand dismissively. "I'm just thinking about who this heir individual could be, you know?"

"I can't blame you, I think about it all the time," Ron sighed before dropping onto the couch. They gazed at the painting of the robust, stoic knight wielding his shiny sword and stout shield in his intimidating posture for a little while.

"You know…" Ron started. "While I was chilling by the fireplace in the kitchens, I was seriously thinking about my idea of forming that coalition. I reckon we should go ahead with it, Xavier."

"I understand," Xavier responded, deep in thought. "Perhaps, you're right. It could possibly benefit our whole school by working together with those who share equal beliefs as us in figuring out who this damn heir is."

"Exactly my feelings," Ron replied, glad that Xavier was now properly on board with the plan. "I still need to figure out who is appropriate for joining the group, where to hold meetings, how to communicate with one another without being publicly seen and even a bloody name for the group."

"Give it some time, mate," Xavier advised. "Your chess friends should be informed that you're making this idea of yours official so that they can scout some students that they believe will be like-minded with us."

"What if we don't have time, mate?" Ron suddenly enquired, looking frustrated. "Who knows when this cunt is going to attack another student…"

"Exactly, we don't know," Xavier pressed on firmly. "We can only speculate. This doesn't only revolve around us, mate. The entire school and staff are involved. The professors aren't going to ignore it by any means. We are not responsible for saving the school, even if both of us feel like it."

"You're right," Ron said after a moment. "I constantly feel like I should be the one trying to purge the school of this accursed cunt behind these attacks."

"We should be cautious and plan our moves with a thorough examination," Xavier admonished. "Let's just hope we get the answers we seek in time."

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Classroom 3C - Friday, December 4th, 1992 (10:45 a.m.)

December had arrived with its typical snowy season, embellishing the Hogwarts castle with piles of snow. Though the impending prospect of Christmas had given everyone an optimistic outlook, fear and apprehension of the Heir of Slytherin still lingered in the air, putting everyone on high alert.

Albeit the professors hadn't enforced any rules or curfews, they strongly advised students to act cautiously and not be out too late wandering around the castle alone.

Unknown to the professors, students were engaging in secretive trades of talismans, amulets and other totems marked with apotropaic magic to one another as they strongly believed that harbouring such commodities would deter the Heir of Slytherin.

Luna Lovegood, bless her heart, had viewed this as a chance to assemble necklaces made from materials like turnips, flowers, and silvery objects for everyone to wear as a way of feeling 'safe' and 'protected' and had even made ones personally for Ron, Xavier, and their entire friend group. Others like Theo saw this as a business opportunity and, much to the girl's disapproval, attempted in selling said items to those gullible enough to purchase them.

Valerie had been ignoring Xavier since their last encounter and as predicted, Deandre and Demelza had replicated her actions. Xavier made several attempts to contact Deandre, but the dark-skinned American expatriate had been reserved and made it clear that he wasn't happy with the fact that Xavier had suspected Valerie of being the Heir of Slytherin.

Xavier had been utilising the Marauder's Map more than ever and still hadn't discovered anything to note as being suspicious behaviour. He had also kept an eye on Ginny as Ron and Percy had become increasingly worried. Even the twins were starting to become concerned. All she did was reside in the library at times, most likely studying or reading. The twins had tried to cheer her up by covering themselves up with fur and boils and hiding behind statues to then jump out and scare Ginny whenever she walked past them. Needless to say, their plan had failed miserably as Ginny was making it harder for her brothers to reach her now. Why Fred and George ever conjured such a plan and thought it would work is beyond me…

"And that's when I caught sight of the ravenous beast!" Lockhart exclaimed, pulling Xavier out of his thoughts. "I knew he was about to feast on the two poor villagers, so I had to make a move!"

"Is this when you decided to cast the Homorphus charm?" Lavender Brown queried in awe.

"Precisely, Miss. Brown!" Lockhart responded, and Lavender nearly fainted when Lockhart appeared proud of her for knowing his tale. "Speaking of which, does anyone know the effect of the Homorphus charm?"

"It's a charm that reverts a werewolf back into their human form, sir," Hermione answered at top speed.

"Another ten points to Miss. Granger," Lockhart awarded, and Hermione became flustered by his charming smile.

"Sounds like a load of bollocks to me," Ron whispered, and Xavier smirked.

"Look at these simpletons," Theo sneered in disappointment. Every single girl was hooked on Lockhart's story and seemed to be on the edge of their seat, waiting for what Lockhart had to say next even though they had probably read this exact moment in Wanderings with Werewolves a dozen times.

"Hmm, I think it would be best if some students volunteer to help show the class what I'm trying to convey here," Lockhart mumbled, before his eyes fell on Harry's form. "Ah, Harry! Come up here, old boy! You can be the werewolf!"

Everyone glued their eyes onto Harry and the bespectacled boy was patently concealing his displeasure. He hesitantly got up from his seat and joined Lockhart at the front of the classroom. Poor bastard… Lockhart just loves embarrassing Harry, doesn't he?

"Alright, Harry, I need you to hold out your arms as if you're about to lash out someone's throat," Lockhart instructed. Harry, turning bright red in the face, did as he was told, and his ridiculous stance earned him a few snickers. If I was Harry, I'd probably lash out at Lockhart's throat…

"Hmm, yes, very good," Lockhart nodded to himself. "Keep in mind, this was not the boy-who-lived but a voracious werewolf! Now, I need two volunteers to be the villagers who were about to be eaten alive!"

Each boy busied themselves by tying their shoelace or picking up a quill that they 'accidentally' dropped or by downright shoving their noses into a book. The girls, on the other hand, raised their hands eagerly and some were inches off their seats, trying to reach the ceiling.

"Ah, Ronald and Xavier!" Lockhart boomed, making the class swivel their heads and gaze at the duo. "You two shall be the perfect candidates! Come up here, we haven't much time left." For fuck's sake…

Filled with dread and annoyance, Xavier and Ron slowly got up and shuffled to the front of the classroom. Theo, Blaise, and Neville shot them sympathetic looks, while every girl looked downtrodden that they didn't get to play a part in Lockhart's thrilling tale and be saved from the handsome man. Malfoy and his lackeys were cackling away silently, their eyes gleaming at the prospect of seeing three blokes that they despised being humiliated.

"Come on, you two, we shouldn't wait for the grass to grow!" Lockhart urged excitedly and once the duo made it to the front of the classroom, they held back the urge to jump the man. "I need you two to act frightened and hopeless as Harry here tries to attack you. Don't fret, I will be here to save you, ok? Now, try and improvise with the storyline." I'm going to murder this moron…

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Serpentine Corridor - Friday, December 4th, 1992 (11:02 a.m.)

"I hope the heir petrifies that cunt!" Ron spat out as he, Xavier and Harry finally departed the D.A.D.A classroom. The trio had humiliated themselves in front of their peers, all the while Lockhart hadn't noticed a thing and continued in portraying his courage and bravery.

"We all know that story is bullshit," Xavier scowled darkly as the trio stormed down a staircase to the courtyard corridor. "What amazes me is how that man truly believes in it."

"Let's just hope that word won't spread about our performance today," Harry sighed, massaging his forehead. "Lockhart made us look like idiots."

"Ugh, curse that imbecile to hell!" Ron yelled in frustration.

"Anyway, what's the update on the Polyjuice potion, Harry?" Xavier asked, willing to change to subject as the more he thought about Lockhart, the further apoplectic he became.

"Hermione says it's nearly done," Harry informed excitedly. "Only a few more ingredients, including something that Crabbe and Goyle have that will transform me and Nev into them. Hermione's saying that we should take their hair strands."

"That's some good news at least," Ron grunted. "Hopefully, we can see if Malfoy really is the ponce behind this disaster or just a ponce in general."

"I don't think it's him at all," Xavier chimed in. "But since you and Nev are keen on interrogating him, I'll stand by your decision."

"We'll see," Harry said firmly, and the trio finally reached the courtyard to find students from the four Houses hanging out in their friend groups, waiting for their small break to be over. "I'll see you guys around then."

"See you later, mate," Ron and Xavier replied, and they broke off in different directions in order to reach their own cliques.

"Ah, there they are!" Theo announced, grinning widely. "I didn't know you two had auditioned to be a part of plays before! Where did you learn all those acting skills from?"

"Shut it, Theo," Ron snarled furiously, causing Theo and Blaise to guffaw uncontrollably. "Enjoy the show, girls?"

"It wasn't that bad, Ron, honestly," Pansy attempted to mollify, but Ron just barked out a laugh.

"Wasn't bad, she says," Ron rolled his eyes.

"Why did he hold you two and Potter behind?" Millie questioned, looking sorry for her two friends.

"He wanted to lecture us on how to 'refine' our screams for next time," Xavier answered, sneering in repulsion.

"Yeah, Lockhart was a cunt for making you two do that," Theo said seriously, losing his amusement from before. "In all honesty, I think I would have left the classroom if he had picked me."

"Don't call him that word!" Tracey huffed exasperatedly.

"Shut up, Trace, I thought we all agreed that he was undoubtedly a travesty of a professor and had no real skill or knowledge to impart," Blaise retorted, cocking an eyebrow at Tracey's unwavering loyalty to Lockhart.

"I never said that! I just agreed on the fact that maybe he wasn't as good when it came to dealing with creatures in the class," Tracey argued stubbornly.

"Can you lot stop mentioning that prick's name?" Xavier requested, becoming thoroughly irritated. "The impulse to ambush the man after hours is increasing by the second."

"Don't say things like that, Xavier," Daphne scolded, her eyes darting around. "Someone might think you're being serious-"

"We can say whatever we want about that motherfucker," Ron growled bitterly. "You lot wouldn't understand, would you? After all, it's the perks of being a 'prodigy'… the guy always chooses you whether you like it or not."

"Oi, Weasley! Desmond!" Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw boy, addressed loudly. He was surrounded by Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas and two other Ravenclaws. "Care to join a circus? They host auditions annually in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley, if you were interested!" Seamus and Terry Boot's mates laughed manically. How the fuck do they know? Ugh, people obviously spread the word then… like fucking Finnegan…

"How about you go drink your mother's noxious breast milk, you twat!" Ron yelled back, causing Theo and Blaise to burst out laughing. Pansy, Daphne and Tracey simply gasped in shock. Xavier and Millie exchanged smirks.

"What did you say about my mother?" Terry Boot asked, his amused expression morphing into a serious one. "Go on, I didn't hear you properly."

In a matter of seconds, Terry Boot, Michael Corner and Anthony Goldstein were up in Ron's face. Michael and Anthony looked ready to do whatever Terry was going to initiate, who seemed to be red in the face at Ron's insult to his mother. Inevitably, this attracted their year-mates from all over the courtyard and everyone began closing in on the situation, intrigued to see what the whole commotion was about.

"I said," Ron started, not willing to back down. "How about you go drink your mother's noxious breast milk? What, still can't hear properly?"

"You dare insult my mother like that?" Terry started rolling up his sleeves expertly and balling his fists. He wants a fight, does he?

"What's going on here?" Mandy Brocklehurst, followed by Padma Patil and the other Ravenclaw girls appeared. "Ron? Terry?"

"Nothing that concerns you, Brocklehurst," Theo intervened, looking to end the heated moment. "Boot, how about you back off, eh? We don't need to result to-"

"Piss off you filthy snake!" Terry spat out and a collective gasp emanated around the courtyard. What the fuck did he just say?

"Say that again, I dare you," Xavier's detached, dark voice crept in, and he sauntered up to Terry, glaring him dead in the eye.

"Xavier, leave it. The twit is clearly not thinking," Blaise advised aloofly, while Theo scowled heavily. Tracey was rubbing Theo's arm consolingly, while Millie looked ready to fight on Theo's behalf.

"You think you can try to offend my friend and get away with it?" Ron asked dangerously, stepping closer to Terry. The temperature seemed to have dropped, even though the weather was already chilly. "Who the fuck do you think are, eh?"

"Seriously Ron, forget it, mate," Theo requested sourly, sneering loathingly at Terry.

"Nah, mate, this fucker needs to apologise to you," Ron snarled stubbornly, pointing heatedly at the Ravenclaw.

"What are you going to do about it?" Terry asked, smirking in a superior manner.

"Since when were Ravenclaws so provocative?" Malfoy chimed in, exhibiting his usual trademark smirk.

"Shove off, Malfoy," Stephen Cornfoot and Oliver Rivers, two other Ravenclaw boys, chorused out of spite.

"Say sorry," Ron ordered firmly, trying his best to smoother his bubbling rage. He thinks he can call Theo a 'filthy snake' and I won't do something about it?

"Leave them alone, Boot," Harry stepped in, accompanied by Neville and Hermione.

"You're defending these snakes?" Terry questioned, looking downright astounded.

"Don't call them snakes!" Hermione exclaimed haughtily, placing her hands on her hips.

"Terry, please stop this," Padma pleaded, but Terry ignored them all.

"What the fuck is your problem, eh?" Ron enquired, raising an eyebrow.

"My problem? It's your lot that is the problem," Terry replied, glaring in enmity. "You're responsible for what's been happening at Hogwarts."

"Don't be foolish, Boot!" Kevin Entwistle scowled.

"How can you even blame them without any evidence or solid proof?" Lily Moon pointed out indignantly.

"I don't remember asking any of you for your trivial opinion," Terry scoffed, causing many to eyeball him with annoyance. Everyone in Ron's year was present, observing the dispute with substantial interest. Malfoy and his cronies were sniggering in a corner, highly entertained by the situation, the three American expatriates were eyeing Xavier closely and the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were closing in quickly.

"Terry's right," Seamus spoke up, his thick Irish accent reverberating throughout the courtyard. "We can't trust these snakes one bit. Who knows if one of them is the-"

"Don't be fucking stupid, Finnegan!" Ron hissed, smacking his forehead at the sandy-haired boy's idiocy.

"Seamus, don't say those things!" Parvati gasped reproachfully. Malfoy and his goons were guffawing loudly now, causing Terry and Seamus to look in their direction and sneer in resentment.

"What are you buffoons laughing at?" Seamus demanded.

"Finnegan, you're dumber than you look if you think blood-traitor Weasel or his pathetic friends could be the Heir of Slytherin," Malfoy smirked condescendingly.

"Fuck off you maggot," Ron growled aggravatedly.

"You just love sticking your wretched nose into everything, don't you Malfoy?" Terry leered disrespectfully.

"You forget that I'm the Heir of the Noble Malfoy family," Malfoy reminded superciliously, while Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles menacingly. "My father is also a school governor. One letter and you'll find yourself back home living with your poor mother."

"If your father is a school governor, why is he and those other twats not ensuring the safety of the students at Hogwarts?" Terry challenged, and Malfoy lost his smirk. "Pfft, probably because you're the Heir of Slytherin. You'd definitely fit the description."

"You dare-"

"Sod off, Malfoy, no one wants to hear your useless shitty false promises of your family's retaliation," Xavier cut off harshly, reaching his end with the platinum-haired git.

"Look at that!" Terry declared while Seamus laughed boisterously. "These snakes can't even get along with one another. I thought loyalty was meant to be some special trait of yours."

"How the bloody hell is this bloke a Ravenclaw?" Ron asked loudly, addressing the bystanders. "Aren't your bunch meant to demonstrate 'wit' and 'wisdom'? There's no way a dumb fuck like you has acquired such characteristics." Ron got a soothing satisfaction when Terry's face reddened in fury.

"Terry, what are you doing, mate?" Wayne Hopkins, a Hufflepuff boy who was mates with Terry, asked in puzzlement.

"Now, say sorry to my friend here," Ron repeated, starting to feel his blood boil at Terry's conspicuous discourtesy. "I won't ask again."

"I don't take orders from you, Weasley," Terry responded cockily.

"You're damn right you don't!" Seamus Finnegan yelled in delight. "Just because he's a prodigy-"

"Shut up, Finnegan," Millie growled threateningly.

"No one asked you for your input, Bulstrode!" Michael Corner shot back, causing Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein to snigger in amusement.

"Are you cunts taking the fucking mickey?" Ron asked sharply, stepping closer to the three Ravenclaw boys, while some girls gasped at his vernacular. "Just fucking say sorry and we can all get on with our day."

"How about no?" Terry smirked goadingly.

"I'd apologise if I was you," Daphne suggested icily, her diamond-blue eyes penetrating through Terry's skull.

"Just apologise already!" Megan Jones yelled, making the Hufflepuffs nod in consensus.

"You shouldn't have called them snakes," Fay Dunbar added in censure. "Say sorry, they've done nothing wrong."

A moment of silence washed over the denizens of the courtyard, a moment that was overflowing with an atmosphere of rancour and ominousness. Ron had his right hand resting on his wand which was secured in his wand holster, ready to start applying some dark charms on proper opponents if he had to.

Ron glared hatefully at Terry, who didn't break his gaze either and they held a staring competition for a couple of seconds before Xavier cracked his neck grotesquely, causing the two to look at him. His face was no longer calm and collected; a seething countenance was etched on his face, and he seemed to be battling the whim to strike Terry Boot right then and there.

"Apologise to my friends. Now." Xavier commanded in a forced calm voice, and Terry looked a little intimidated, especially considering how Xavier looked down upon him, not blinking nor moving a muscle, anticipating a response.

"Pfft, it's a shame that you're one with these death-eaters now," Terry tutted, and before anyone knew it, Xavier strenuously coshed Terry, colliding his fist into the boy's jawline, and Terry dropped to the ground, howling in pain.

The Ravenclaw girls immediately formed a circle around Terry, pleading hysterically for Xavier not to continue. Earnie Macmillan led the Hufflepuffs out of sight, presumably to collect a professor. The Gryffindors were displaying mixed reactions; Harry, Neville, Hermione and Fay were trying their best to pacify Xavier and Ron, while Lavender and Parvati were gossiping in hushed voices. Seamus looked aggravated that Terry had been struck and wanted to join in, however, was restrained by Dean.

Theo and Blaise rushed forward and seized Michael and Anthony by the collars, causing a scuffle between the four boys and Ron brandished his wand and aimed it at Michael first.

"Ron, no!" Hermione shrieked, panicking at the disaster unfolding in front of her eyes.

"Theo, Blaise stop!" Pansy screeched shrilly, while Ron and Millie came to their friends' aid and pushed the two Ravenclaws off. Michael and Anthony both turned to Xavier and charged at him in order to avenge Terry, but Ron jumped in front and felt the two Ravenclaws grasp his school robes and forcefully pull him towards them. Oi, watch it, arseholes!

"Let go of him!" Neville clamoured as a tumult of words flew at them.

"Uppercut that Slytherin prick!"

"Don't touch Ron!"

"Damn Ravenclaws!"

"Someone, call a professor!"

"I want to see some action!"

"Get the fuck off me, you wankers!" Ron roared, and he shoved Michael off with ease and swung at Anthony but missed wildly.

"Anteculatia!" Xavier chanted vindictively and a purple streak hit Anthony square in the face. The Ravenclaw growled in frustration when two antlers grew out of his head, and Xavier smirked darkly.

"Let me at him!" Michael growled as he was refrained by Stephen Cornfoot and Oliver Rivers, who were executing their best effort in holding their friend back.

"Relax, Michael!" Oliver Rivers yelled, gritting his teeth as he smartly took possession of the incensed boy's wand before he could fire a spell at Xavier.

"Put your wands away!" Blaise ordered firmly at Pansy, Tracey, and Daphne, but they ignored his instruction and aimed their wands at the three Ravenclaw boys.

"Give us a reason," Daphne said coldly, her ice-queen persona in place.

"Don't do anything rash!" Sue Li, a Ravenclaw girl, implored.

"He called us death-eaters!" Tracey all but shouted, her fingers gripping her wand tightly. "Don't talk to us about 'rash'!"

"He sucker-punched me!" Terry hollered, massaging his face as he attempted to drag himself away.

"Shut the fuck up, cunt!" Ron and Xavier bellowed, closing in on Terry Boot.

Michael, who had broken loose from Stephen's grip and stolen back his wand from Oliver, aimed it at Ron and chanted, "Colloshoo!"

Ron jumped over the spot where Michael aimed and then directed his own wand at Michael and roared, "Flipendo Duo!" Michael was thrown back to the cobblestone ground when he was struck by a red light, and he nursed his elbow in pain.

"Scumbags!" Seamus snarled and he withdrew his own wand.

"Seamus, don't!" Dean barked, grabbing the Irish boy's arms.

"Guys, leave it!" Harry exclaimed desperately, running in front of his two Slytherin mates as they tried to reach Terry. "This git's not worth it."

"Harry, get out of the way," Ron clenched his teeth, shooting a meaningful look at Harry. "This bastard referred to us as 'death-eaters'. I'm not allowing that, mate."

"Look at him! Potter thinks people will just listen to him like his authority!" Malfoy piped in, smirking arrogantly at the boy-who-lived. "Just because you have some stupid, hideous scar-"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry cut off, adorning a fuming look. It seemed that Harry hadn't easily forgotten when Malfoy had called Hermione a 'filthy Mudblood'.

"Go on then, Potter," Malfoy sneered, brandishing his polished wand. "Give me your best. And don't humiliate yourself, your parents won't be proud if you-"

"Rictusempra!" Harry bellowed, and Malfoy, who was caught off guard, was hit by a silver light. Immediately, the platinum-haired git doubled up with laughter, gripping his stomach and tears poured out of his eyes.

"Harry, don't!" Neville and Hermione ran after Harry and opted to keep Crabbe and Goyle at bay. Get those bastards, Harry.

"Oi Weasley!" Seamus vociferated, garnering Ron's attention. "Tarantellgra!"

Ron just missed the Dancing Feet jinx by a few inches, and now sorely pissed off by the Irish lad, he fired a 'furnunculus' at him in retaliation. Dean jumped in front of Seamus and endured the effects of the Pimple jinx, groaning in agony. Oh shit, wrong lion…

This angered Seamus tenfold, and the Irish Boy came dashing at Ron with a balled fist. Come here, cunt!

"Impedimenta!" Xavier interfered, a turquoise-coloured spell hindering Seamus' movement and Xavier rammed into the Gryffindor with his shoulder. Seamus toppled over to the grey cobblestone ground and spat out blood as it trickled down his mouth.

"You fucking gobshite-"

"Shut the fuck up," Xavier silenced Seamus into shock by slapping him across the face. "Insolent twat." Ron caught sight of Xavier's infuriated visage and he felt the urge to quickly mediate before Xavier could let his rage control him any further.

"Let's go, mate," Ron panted, cuffing Xavier's shoulders and steering him away. Ron could sense the boiling fury welled up inside Xavier and the dark-skinned boy was heaving intermittently, still very much ready to fight or duel. Blimey, I'm never going to get on this bloke's bad side, that's for sure…

"Even you lot are backing these snakes?!" Terry questioned loudly in shell-shock. Ron and Xavier looked in his direction and found him confronting the three American expats.

"If you hadn't noticed already, we are also 'snakes'," Demelza elucidated coldly in a matter-of-fact tone, indicating her uniform, which had the Slytherin colours.

"Or right, I'd almost forgotten," Terry chuckled maniacally. "Unlucky for you lot, I guess. You're stuck with those cunts for the rest of your Hogwarts life."

"Can you fuck off, please?" Deandre requested, his eyes hardening. "I don't remember asking you to march up to us and beleaguer us, you dickhead."

Ron stifled a laugh, impressed by what he saw. Glad to see that this lot also have some spines on them.

"Oh yeah?" Terry withdrew his wand and in an instant, Xavier was marching up to him, while Ron tailed by closely.

"Oi, cunt! Don't do anything to them, you hear me?!" Xavier growled viciously and Terry swiftly directed his wand at Xavier's approaching figure. Oh no, you don't!

"Expelliarmus!" Ron chanted, effectively disarming Terry of his source of power.

Xavier then raised his wand and snarled, "Sterniu-"

"What is the meaning of this?" Professor McGonagall came marching into the courtyard, accompanied by Professors Snape and Lockhart. The Hufflepuffs were following the three professors and seemed to be under the belief that they had arrived with impeccable timing. For the love of Merlin! Fuck!

"Desmond tried to duel Boot, professor!" Seamus answered hurriedly, picking up Dean.

"That's a lie, professor!" Deandre clarified steadfastly. Ron missed Xavier's stunned look.

"Mr. Desmond, lower your wand immediately!" Professor McGonagall ordered sternly, and Xavier did as he was told. "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter! Cease this duel forthwith!"

Harry obliged immediately, while Malfoy reluctantly stopped. When he clocked that he was sporting a bleeding nose, he stormed out of the courtyard in rage, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, cursing Harry's name under his breath and promising him of his father's 'inevitable' retribution.

"Mr. Weasley, why do you have two wands in your possession?" McGonagall enquired, and Ron smiled sheepishly.

"Apologies, professor," Ron replied, and he tossed the wand back to Terry. "Just fun and all, you know?"

"We'll see about that, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall huffed strictly, and she began to round up the Gryffindors, interrogating each one of them carefully. Professor Snape had emulated her act by questioning the Slytherins with his typical formidable visage.

The Ravenclaws had formed a close-knit circle and seemed to be arguing with one another. The girls were reprimanding Terry, whilst shooting looks at Ron and the Slytherins.

Ron also caught Hermione shooting him anxious looks two or three times and he sighed deeply. Adrenaline was still very much present in his system, and he aimed to calm his erratic breathing.

"My prodigies!" Lockhart called. Ron and Xavier clenched their jaws and drew in a deep breath; this was the last cunt they needed to see. After all, if he hadn't forced them to perform in front of the class, this clash between students would have never occurred.

"Professor Lockhart," Xavier greeted 'warmly', procuring a fake smile.

"Getting into brawls are we now, eh?" Lockhart tutted, shaking his head. "I understand that others will come for your fame, ok? It will leave you feeling under the cosh. But you mustn't let them ever drag you down to their level, understand? I've had plenty of haters throughout my life who've envied-"

Ron zoned out, cursing under his breath at how Lockhart always seized an opportunity to make it about him. He noticed that the Hufflepuffs were shooting him not-so-subtle looks, and Ron planned to thank them in person.

"Besides, you two will get a chance to hash things out once I start the duelling club-"

"I beg your pardon?" Xavier interrupted, while Ron froze in his place. A duelling club?

"What? Haven't any of your dear professors clued you lot in?" Lockhart asked in surprise. "Deary me, how unfortunate! Well, you've still got some time before I settle on a date to commence this duelling club. But yes, I pitched an idea to the professors on how I could start a duelling club and prepare the students for any perilous adversities in the future! Brilliant, isn't it?"

Ron and Xavier exchanged stunned looks; this was probably Lockhart's only good idea ever! A duelling club… that'll be fantastic!

"That's a great idea, sir!" Ron praised, smiling genuinely. "Where do we sign up?"

"I'm glad to see your enthusiasm!" Lockhart beamed radiantly. "Sign-up posters shall be handed out soon. They'll most likely be pinned to the news boards in your common room."

"Excellent," Xavier nodded firmly. "We'll be there, professor."

"Just what I wanted to hear from you two," Lockhart smiled widely. "Also, you wouldn't mind spreading the word, would you? It would be better if-"

"Of course, sir," Ron grinned rather sadistically. "The more the merrier."

"My feelings exactly, chaps," Lockhart agreed, clapping the two boys on the back proudly. "Well, take care my young prodigies! And make sure to implement my advice!"

"Will do, professor," Xavier smirked grimly as they watched the vein, egomaniac of a man maunder back into the castle.

"A duelling club, eh?" Ron said, stroking his chin in thought.

"This is perfect, mate! We can utilise this chance to perform spells that we've learned and mastered so far!" Xavier gushed excitedly; Ron hadn't seen Xavier look so ebullient before and his eagerness was feeding into Ron's own excitement.

"I can't wait," Ron muttered, grinning widely. His eyes then landed on the Hufflepuffs. "I'll be back in a second, mate. Just need to have a chat with the badgers." Xavier nodded and strode over to Professor Snape. I need to seriously thank them…

"Hiya, Ron," Lily greeted, causing the other Hufflepuffs to turn around and face Ron.

"Hullo, you lot," Ron returned as a grateful expression adorned his face. "I just wanted to thank you… you know, for sticking up for me and my mates. I heard you guys telling Boot to apologise and I… I appreciate you guys standing up for us."

"Boot was in the wrong, mate," Kevin stated, shooting a glimpse at the Ravenclaw group.

"He shouldn't have called you death-eaters," Earnie Macmillan puffed out. "My family have been opposing those dark forces just like many others, but my mother always taught me not to be prejudiced against the children of those believed to be the Dark Lord's followers. It's simply not right."

"Besides, you're a Weasley," Wayne Hopkins added in. "Your family are known for being Gryffindors and have also opposed the Dark Lord's absurd dogmas in the past. Just because you're in Slytherin doesn't mean you're evil."

"I… I don't know what to say," Ron chuckled absentmindedly, feeling touched by his fellow Hufflepuff's compassionate and relatable words. "My House is under so much scrutiny, it's bizarre for me to see that not everyone is avoiding us like we have dragon pox or something."

"It's utter nonsense," Justin Finch-Fletchley admitted. "Sometimes, I wonder if the separation of students into four different Houses was a good idea in the first place. Oh, I'm Justin Finch-Fletchley by the way-"

"I know who you are, mate," Ron grinned, holding out his hand. "I know everyone's names in our year level."

"Oh… brilliant!" Justin exclaimed, shaking Ron's hand vigorously. These lot are so nice, honestly… I need to befriend more of them.

"Some people are just so stupid to consider the fact that perhaps we have friends or even family in Slytherin," Megan Jones pitched in haughtily, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You're Asher Jones' cousin, right?" Ron recalled, and Megan nodded fervently.

"I never got to thank you properly, Ronald," Megan started, an appreciative smile marring her features. "Wait, can I call you Ronald?"

"Ron's just fine," Ron assured. "You don't need to thank me properly, either. Besides, you lot stood up for us today and I think that speaks volumes. I just hope the professors don't get some twisted version of what really went down."

"Don't worry, we told them everything," Susan Bones reassured, smiling at the red-haired Slytherin.

"We're Hufflepuffs, they're bound to believe us," Hannah Abbott joked, and Ron cracked a chuckle.

"Well, I'm sure period three is about to start any second now, so I'll leave you lot to it," Ron concluded, and Earnie glanced at his wristwatch.

"He's right," Earnie declared, and he swung his book bag over his shoulder. "Do we have Herbology together today?"

"Nope," Ron grinned. "At least that's one bad predicament we can avoid for today."

"You got that right, mate," Kevin sighed in relief.

"Hear, hear," Sally-Anne Perks and Wayne Hopkins concurred.

"Hey, it's not that bad!" Emily Runcorn huffed, and Ron chortled. She and Theo would be great companions.

"I'll see you lot later, then," Ron stood by as the Hufflepuffs made their way back into the castle. Thank Merlin for the Hufflepuffs!

Ron then saw the Gryffindors heading back into the castle and when he locked eyes with Hermione, she gave him a small smile, to which he returned. Ron also shot a nod to Fay, who gave him an everything's-under-control look.

Ron turned on his heel and began expediting towards Xavier and Professor Snape, who were in deep discussion.

"Mr. Weasley, how pleasant of you to join us," Professor Snape greeted unemotionally, and Ron braced himself for the oncoming lecture. "Now, as I was telling your partner in crime here, thirty points will be deducted for the assault of another student and ten points will be deducted for inciting this feud in the first place. A further ten points will be taken off as well for engaging in duels with other students when it is strictly prohibited."

"But professor-"

"However," Professor Snape pressed on, increasing the volume to his aloof tone. "I commend you both for sticking up for your friends after they were called those names. Five points to the both of you."

"Thank you, sir," Xavier said, standing up straighter.

"As I've said in the past, I advise you both to caution restraint in the future," Snape ordered firmly. "Incidents like these will further jeopardise your reputation and exacerbate others' opinions of you. Now, off to class."

Snape then billowed away, leaving Ron and Xavier to regroup with their Slytherin friends, being the only occupants of the courtyard.

"Xavier-"

"I know, I know," Xavier cut off. "I shouldn't have stuck that cunt. But it was inexcusable of him to call my mates 'death-eaters'-"

"Xavier, we're not disappointed, mate," Theo interjected, smiling at his dark-skinned friend. "That dickhead had it coming."

"Well, well, I thought I'd never see the day," Ron gave them a shit-eating grin and his friends rolled their eyes.

"Oh, shut up, Ron," Tracey huffed sassily. "It's different this time."

"Well, at least we know you two really care about us," Pansy cooed tenderly, and Ron had the urge to gouge his own eyes out.

"Pansy," Daphne sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Ron looks like he regrets standing up for us now," Millie chuckled.

"I would do it all over again if I could," Ron promised wholeheartedly. "Right, Xavier?"

"Most certainly," Xavier agreed firmly.

"Aww," Pansy and Tracey cooed, causing Ron and Xavier to flush in annoyance. "Aren't you two just overprotective?"

"Shut up," Ron and Xavier snapped, rubbing the back of their necks shyly.

"Well, I think it was fearless of you two to stand up for us like that," Daphne confessed, linking her left arm with Xavier's and her right arm with Ron's.

"Thanks, Daph," Xavier replied, and Daphne flashed him a jubilant smile.

"Theo, you alright, yeah?" Ron questioned seriously.

"Yeah, I'm all good," Theo answered, smirking at the two prodigies with appreciation. "None of us should act scandalised when people call us 'snakes' and 'death-eaters'."

"You should be," Ron stated darkly. "You guys don't deserve to be called such phoney names."

"The only thing I find scandalising is that it was a Ravenclaw who started all of this," Millie pointed out, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I never thought I'd see a day where a Ravenclaw was asking for their arse to be kicked," Ron admitted.

"Besides, the Ravenclaws get on much better with the Slytherins than the other two Houses," Pansy reminded. "Ravenclaws aren't also ones for confrontations or starting fights."

"Guess one hot-headed cunt had to ruin it for them," Xavier shrugged, and Daphne slapped his arm crossly for his profanity.

"Well, cheers everyone," Theo said, smiling at his closest friends. "Xavier's right hook, Ron's insults, all those mini duels… that was the highlight of the month for me, I reckon. It definitely made up for that twat's words." Anything for you, mate… Anything for my friends.

"No need for that, my brother," Xavier placed a hand on Theo's shoulder. "If anything, it was my pleasure to get that bastard for all of you guys."

"Alright, come on, you lot," Blaise smiled genuinely, glancing at his watch. "Time for History of Magic."

"Ugh!" Tracey whined in frustration. "Can't believe that we're about to endure the most mundane subject just after a flashy throwdown!"

"Maybe we should have a picnic," Pansy hushed excitedly. "I feel like we haven't spent much quality time with each other in a while. We deserve it!"

"Alright, Pans, that's enough," Millie laughed as they walked en masse back into the castle. "You're making it too sappy now."

"You heard it from the boss, Pansy," Theo added. "No picnics, alright?"

"You guys are so boring!" Pansy complained, and Ron snaked his arm around her shoulders smoothly.

"Don't worry, I'll persuade these lot to have a picnic," Ron whispered, and Pansy's eyes lit up.

"Really? You're the only fun one, Ron!" Pansy exclaimed, kissing his cheek. She then adorned a suspicious look. "Wait, why though?"

"Eh, I want to eat some good food and relax, you know?" Ron grinned, savouring the thought of a picnic with his best mates.

"Ok, just don't devour all the food, ok?" Pansy smiled cheekily, and Ron feigned an outraged look.

"Pansy, are you calling me fat?" Ron asked slowly, and Pansy giggled at his antics.

"Why would I do such a thing?" Pansy smirked slyly. "I don't need to mention pure facts."

"I see how it is," Ron released his hold over her and sped up next to Blaise, ignoring Pansy's playful giggles and desperate 'apologies'. I love my friends…

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Slytherin Common Room - Friday, December 4th, 1992 (8:05 p.m.)

Xavier sighed tiredly as he strolled into the common room, eager for nothing else but a warm, soothing shower. His muscles ached, his temples pained, and his stomach growled in hunger. I need to take a shower and eat some much-needed food… dinner clearly wasn't enough…

"Quite the show today, huh?" Deandre's voice tore Xavier out of his thoughts. At the sound of the American boy's voice, Xavier looked ahead and found Deandre walking toward him.

"So, we're on speaking terms now, eh?" Xavier asked curtly, and Deandre rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Don't make this uncomfortable, bro," Deandre sighed dramatically, and Xavier rolled his eyes.

"What do you want, Montgomery? An apology to Robinson?" Xavier questioned nonchalantly.

"Woah, what's with the attitude?" Deandre chuckled, surrendering his arms. "And you're on a last name basis with us now?"

"As I recall, it was you lot who wanted to do nothing with me," Xavier reminded aloofly, and Deandre sighed again.

"Alright, fair enough. Look, I won't waste your time," Deandre said, losing his smirk. "Demelza wanted me to find you and thank you for intervening today. You didn't have to do that."

"Demelza wanted you to do this? Or was it your plan entirely?" Xavier asked with a hint of amusement.

"So, Demelza fine by your books, but not me and Val?!" Deandre exclaimed, feigning outrage.

"I've always esteemed Demelza for her use of logic rather than leaning on emotions," Xavier justified, and Deandre rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Even though Demelza was angered on Valerie's behalf, she told me that she could see where you were coming from," Deandre informed, and Xavier schooled a smirk. At least Demelza thinks with her head…

"Look, it wasn't my intention to hound Valerie like that, ok?" Xavier stated. "I just… I'm almost grasping at straws, I guess… when I made the connection between Valerie's actions that night and Creevey's petrification, I didn't want to believe it. Even now, I still don't believe it. But I can never be sure. If anything, one of the things I despise the most is when I make a careless mistake."

"So, you're sorry?" Deandre asked slowly.

"Of course, I'm sorry, mate," Xavier sighed in confirmation. "I know it's been a while since we've talked as you lot have been avoiding me but tell Valerie that I'm truly sorry. I never meant to hurt her feelings because if not, she wouldn't have started ranting about her own problems."

"Yeah… that," Deandre grimaced. "I guess the cat's out of the bag. She's been hearing this voice and she's frightened that it has to do with the whole 'heir' business. So, when you unloaded on her, it might have contributed to fuelling her fear and confusion." I'll have to look into what this voice is… if it is the voice that Harry and I've been hearing, that is.

"I understand your point, mate," Xavier said, and silence washed over them.

"That was one hell of a right hook, I'll give you that," Deandre broke the silence and Xavier emitted a low chuckle. "You always seem to intrigue me."

"Not my finest moment, in my opinion. I shouldn't be giving into my anger so easily," Xavier rebuked himself.

"Nah, that asshole had it coming," Deandre pointed out.

"Also, thanks for telling Professor McGonagall that we didn't instigate this debacle," Xavier added with appreciation.

"Don't mention it," Deandre replied. "Well, I won't keep you here any longer. I guess I'll… see you around?"

"I'll see you around, mate," Xavier nodded firmly, and Deandre shot him a wink and vacated the right wing.

Feeling slightly jovial, Xavier continued making his way to his dormitory and knocked on the door. It opened, revealing Theo, and as the weedy boy gestured Xavier inside, an aroma of ambrosial food filled his nostrils. What's all this?

A platter of mouth-watering victuals was being prepared by Pansy, who was meticulously adjusting everything into a position that she favoured. Tracey was setting up different board games and when they noticed Xavier's presence, they smiled at him in delight, and he smiled back in puzzlement.

"What's going on here?" Xavier enquired as Theo shut the door.

"We're having a picnic!" Pansy squealed in excitement.

"And a game night!" Tracey added enthusiastically.

"Obviously, we can't have a picnic outside at a time like this, so Pansy decided to host one here," Daphne added in.

Xavier looked towards Blaise for an explanation, but the usually indifferent dark-skinned boy shrugged and said, "It was their idea. You know how girls are, mate. Go take a shower, I'm sure Pansy will make up her mind by how she wants her picnic to be."

Xavier obliged without any reluctance and disappeared into their bathroom for a sorely needed shower.

A smirk graced Xavier's lip as he admired his figure in the mirror. All the running sessions in the morning coupled with his rigorous training and well-balanced diet were producing good results on his body. His abdominals were clearly visible and once a scrawny, malnourished child, he now had some meat on him.

Xavier donned on the Black Lotus Society necklace that belonged to his father and slipped on his father's heirloom ring before clothing himself with a plain black t-shirt and tracksuit trousers.

As Xavier opened the door, Ron nearly bumped into him, and they greeted one another with their usual nods.

"So, what happened?" Xavier queried.

"Padma summoned me and apologised on Boot's behalf," Ron apprised. "Obviously, I told her none of it was her fault, you know? She was still upset about the whole ordeal, but I cheered her up in the end."

"What else did she say?" Xavier asked, looking over Ron's shoulder and seeing their friends chatting exuberantly with each other.

"Padma said that the older Ravenclaws weren't really riled up or affected by our feud," Ron relayed. "According to her, a lot of the older Ravenclaws are on good terms with the older Slytherins and saw this dispute as nothing more than the 'younger students being thick'."

"Well, that's pretty neat," Xavier said. "I have indeed seen many older Slytherins hang out with the older Ravenclaws. Speaking of which, Erik and Selene also spoke to me and lectured me on how lucky we were not to have our statuses ruined. I told them it wouldn't happen again."

"Ugh, Percy also cornered me after lunch and began to lecture me which turned into a full-blown rant," Ron cognised. "I think he's really stressed about his workload and Ginny, so I just took the brunt of his ire and then he hugged me and disappeared. Fred and George, on the other hand, were congratulating me and even wanted to find Boot to 'talk with him'."

"Yeah, that's never good," Xavier chuckled. "As much as the twins are hilarious and love taking the piss, no one really wants to mess with them."

"Also, Harry informed me that Sirius wants us to visit and stay at his place with Harry, Nev, Hermione and my siblings for yule break," Ron divulged, his eyes sparkling at the prospect. "Harry said that Sirius and Remus have finished cleansing the house of all nasty artefacts and whatnot."

"That'll be wicked," Xavier smiled. "We should certainly take Sirius up on his offer."

"Agreed," Ron nodded fervently before adorning a thoughtful look. "You know, a lot of people in our year level had our back today."

"Well, we now know who we can invite to your 'association'," Xavier implied, and Ron clicked his fingers.

"Exactly! Gits like Boot, Corner, Goldstein, Finnegan, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle won't receive an invitation from what I've witnessed today," Ron responded, his brow furrowing deeply. "A lot of the Hufflepuffs can be trusted, I reckon. Some of the Ravenclaw girls, too."

"Still, we might have to wait, just to be sure," Xavier advised grimly. "What if one of the badgers get petrified? It may possibly change the outlook of the Hufflepuffs, even the ones who were on our side today."

"You're right," Ron replied. "I still need to give it thought."

"Until then, we'll also locate a room to hold meetings and discover a way to communicate with one another without being seen face to face," Xavier added. "Well, I'll let you take a shower then. These lot are getting impatient by waiting for us."

"In that case, I'll take my time," Ron chuckled.

"What? But there's food awaiting you," Xavier pointed out. "Don't you want to eat all the food-"

"Shove it, prick," Ron interjected, leaving Xavier to bark out a laugh.

As Xavier's fingers blessed the glistening keys of his portable piano, he felt at ease. All his frustration and anger bottled inside him had reached a tipping point today with Lockhart's lesson and had let loose when Terry Boot had called his friends 'filthy snakes' and 'death-eaters'. And for once, his friends weren't mad at him. Professor Snape wasn't mad at him. Most of the other students were backing him up for his actions. It almost felt too good to be true.

Xavier gracefully transitioned into a serene composition of Claude Debussy's Reverie, and he felt joyful laughter reverberate around his dorm.

From the reflection of his shiny, polished piano, Xavier could see that Tracey and Pansy were lapsing into high-pitched giggles as they aimed chunks of food into Ron's mouth, 'inadvertently' missing his mouth, which pissed Ron off endlessly, much to their amusement.

Blaise, Theo, and Millie were playing one of Tracey's board games with interest and conversing about the day's events.

Daphne sat by Xavier's side, keen on watching the dark-skinned boy play with his proficient skills, albeit it was really an excuse for her to hook her eyes onto her crush the whole time. As if she didn't think that I would notice…

"Your turn," Xavier ceased his playing. "You wanted to learn right? Well, there you go. I played extra slow for you."

"Ok, ok," Daphne huffed cutely, and she mimicked how Xavier positioned his hands over the keys. As Daphne attempted to play, Xavier gazed at her, and he could see an oncoming blush gracing her cheeks. "You're laughing, aren't you?"

"What?" Xavier adorned a baffled look. "Nonsense, Daph! You were doing just fine, keep going." Daphne glared at him for a couple of seconds before continuing in failing to recognise the right notes and dynamics of the piece.

"You know what?" Daphne retracted her hands as Xavier did his best to conceal his growing smile. "It was much better when you played!"

"Come on, Daph, don't give up now," Xavier encouraged, but when the corner of his lips twitched, Daphne pouted and pointed her nose into the air.

"Go on, have your laugh," Daphne scowled. "No seriously, what's holding you back? Laugh at my expense." When Xavier made no sound, Daphne slowly looked towards him and gasped at his broad grin.

"You're so rude!" Daphne exclaimed, smacking Xavier's arm. "Friends aren't mean to be rude to each other!"

"Oh please, you kept smirking at me in potions today when you made the Strengthening Solution perfectly and quicker than I did," Xavier pointed out.

"I hardly think that I was displaying any impertinence. Besides, you're quite skilled at potions like me," Daphne defended herself. "I'm not good at piano, unlike you. It's unfair and unjust if you ask me."

"You've always been one for the dramatical flair, haven't you?" Xavier asked rhetorically. Daphne kept her nose pointed in the air and though she was vexed, it was honestly cute, and Xavier couldn't take her seriously. "Here, let me guide you."

Xavier took Daphne's hands into his own and began to position them correctly on the piano. As he dived into an explanation of why good posture and correct form were crucial, he missed Daphne gazing at him with an ever-growing smile.

"Ok, here we go," Xavier started, and he started coordinating Daphne's fingers to play the correct notes of Reverie. Daphne felt a rush of exhilaration when it actually sounded decent, and she exchanged a high-five with Xavier.

"You know," Daphne started, taking her hands off the piano. "What you and Ron did today… it was unwise. Things can have led astray quick."

"But it didn't," Xavier replied, losing his prior humour. Here we go, another damn lecture…

"Yes, thank Merlin, it didn't," Daphne sighed. "I just wanted to tell you that you didn't need to strike Boot like that for us-"

"Daphne, listen closely to me," Xavier cut her off. "I swung at him because he referred to you lot as death-eaters. Do you know how vile that is? Just because some of your parents may have been identified as being on the same side as the Dark Lord, doesn't mean that any of you should get discriminated against for it. As far as I'm concerned, your parents are highly charming and vivacious people from what I've seen. I couldn't handle that ponce calling you lot that word. I'm sorry." It's so hypocritical of me… I remember telling Ron not to give a fuck when people referred to him as a blood-traitor, yet here I am giving into my rage when some cunt came along and called my friends fake words…

"Xavier…" Daphne started; she was touched beyond words. "Don't be sorry, alright? I just wanted you to know that we don't become crestfallen when some idiot calls us those sorts of words. We don't want you tarnishing your reputation by attacking some moron who decided to channel his irritation into offending us, do you understand?"

"I… I understand," Xavier sighed deeply. She's right… I'm becoming more like a thug… if I continue this way of losing composure, I'll start to gain a perception by others that perceive Crabbe and Goyle in a similar way… I'm not Crabbe and Goyle, that's for sure…

Daphne reached out a hand and cupped Xavier's face, who winced slightly at the coolness. It seemed that everyone else was too distracted to notice their moment. Xavier's dark eyes bored into Daphne's illuminating blue ones and he felt soothed by her soft palm and perfect fingers resting on his face.

"I love you, ok? We all love you," Daphne whispered affectionately and even though the room was filled with noisy chatter, Xavier heard her perfectly clear.

"I… I love you too… I love all of you…" Xavier trailed off, staring back at the piano as a deep-rooted warm sensation touched his heart. It was gratitude. I love all of you… more than you could ever know…

Taking a swift peek over her shoulder, Daphne brought her lips onto Xavier's, momentarily surprising the boy before he returned it wholeheartedly. As their lips released, Daphne, blushing furiously, emitted an impish giggle at Xavier's content smirk.

"That was bold of you, wasn't it?" Xavier whispered as their fingers intertwined.

"It's the thrill of being risky… I love it," Daphne confessed giddily, and Xavier felt butterflies flutter around in his stomach.

"Crazy witch," Xavier chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, let's get back at it. Foot on the pedal and hands on the keys. Good, just like that."

"Can we play something easier?" Daphne requested, pouting again. "I need to start with the basics. Clearly, you're not a good mentor."

"And there it is! Your whinging continues," Xavier said, sighing heavily. "Fine, how about I play for a while, and you watch my hands again?"

"Or I can just watch you instead," Daphne proposed, smiling slyly.

"Whatever you desire, my sweet," Xavier responded playfully, and Daphne's smile widened at the words 'my sweet'. Xavier then resumed his playing while Daphne clung onto Xavier's arm with hers, observing him with doe eyes.

In a time of dismay, the eight snakes enjoyed a merrymaking, tranquil moment together, letting the events of Hogwarts slip away from their minds.