Mary Jane and the Slytherin Prince

12 - the drink

I scanned the daily prophet frantically. These idiots. The ministry was denying the truth, and it was going to cost the wizarding world a galleon or two. A dementor attack? Of course. Like that wasn’t obvious enough. But they would realize it soon enough.
“Amethyst! Amethyst! Have you heard the news?!” Mary yelled, completely out of breath. 
“It’s not like the profit is in my hands.” I responded sarcastically.
“Dementors?! In Surrey! Like this summer couldn’t get any worse…” She said, rubbing her arm. She looked up at me and gasped. “Amethyst?! Are you alright?!” 
Mary placed her hand on my face, where a new, deep cut was slashed across my face, just missing my left eye.
“Don't worry about me.” I smiled back at her, trying to comfort her. 
“Amethyst-“
“It’s nothing!” I told her, shoving her hand away.
It was around four in the mourning, and I yawned. I hadn’t been sleeping at all the past few weeks. Too much had been on my mind. From the summer, to the Dark lords return, everything had been keeping me up. Anxiety ran through my bones every minute of the day, and sleep deprivation had hit me like a truck (whatever that means). I didn’t want to worry, but I couldn't. And I wasn't the one I was worrying for, no. I was worried for Mary. I didn’t want to worry her, though. So for a good portion of the summer, I kept to my books, fantasizing about a world where everything was fine.
“Amethyst? Is everything alright?” Mary called, snapping me back to reality.
“Wha- oh. Yes. Everything is fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I'm positive.” I smiled at her.
“When do you think the ministry will realize?” Mary questioned, sitting down next to me.
“I don’t know. The ministry is dealing with things horribly at the moment. They are just scared to admit the truth like most idiots are.” I ranted.
“I guess you are right…” She hesitated.
“Listen, the ministry of magic went through a lot because of you-know-who. And because of that, they don’t want to admit that a teenager may be telling the truth. Therefore, they call Dumbledore and Harry, and anyone who believes them, mental. This, ofcourse, will lead to many issues between both families and the ministry when the truth is revealed. Not to mention the fact that Fudge might get sacked when that happens.” I explained.
“You have a point. But, do you think he set them on Harry, or did the ministry-”
“It would earn them bad reputation points if they did. Besides, they want the people to believe them, don’t they? Why send dementors on a student if they want people to think they are the good guys?”
“That makes sense.” Mary nodded, looking at me.
…
Mary and I sat huddled together in the living room, eavesdropping on the conversation happening in the dining hall. Draco sat with us as well. My parents, his parents and many other people I didn't recognize were over for a meeting with a snake-like man, who seemed to be their leader.
“Yes, well, we just need them to believe the ministry for a little while longer.” The snake-like figure said. 
“My lord, with these sightings-”
“Enough, Crabbe. Wormtail!” Voldemort snapped his fingers. 
A balding, rat-like man whimpered at the name, but responded quickly.
“Yes, my lord?” He whimpered.
“Pour us some fire whiskey, all of us.” Voldemort snapped.
“Yes, my lord.” The man named Wormtail responded, and speed walked over to the bar.
He poured at least two dozen glasses of the liquor, and passed them out to all of the adults there.
“Now, I have knowledge that the ministry is deciding a new defense against the dark art professor, correct?” Voldemort sipped his drink.
There were many approving grunts and whispers around the table, before he silenced them all again.
“Good. Any idea who?” He asked.
“Umbridge, sir. Dolores Umbridge. Little toad of a woman.” Mother said.
“Ah yes, i know who she is. Why her, to be exact?”
“She is the ministers favorite, to be honest. Can you blame him, though? The way they act when they are around each other.” Lucius said, as others laughed in the background.
“Aright, now. Settle down. We have more important things to do.” Voldemort growled.
Everyone went quiet, as Draco, Mary and I all stared at each other in shock.
…
<pov switch>
Everyone at the meeting had left, and the four of us sat at dinner, eating some steak with potatoes. Mother and father sat a good distance away from us, talking silently. Amethyst and I sat across from each other, glancing up from our food to look at one another every now and then.
“What do you think they are talking about?” I whispered to my sister.
She glanced up from her food for a moment and then looked back down at my food.
“Something to do with us.” She whispered back. “See how they keep looking back at us?” 
I looked at them, only to realise my sister was right. I sighed, and went back to my dinner, only wondering what they were talking about. Maybe I would find out soon, but maybe I didn't want to. Maybe it was something horrible, some new torture tactic.
Whatever it was, they seemed really off. I mean, they normally were off, compared to normal parents. But, today, they were more off than usual. It was, honestly, a bit scary. I wanted to know what they were planning. 
“I’m…” I hesitated, standing up, “I’m going to get some water.”
“No!” Mother snapped.
I looked at her, and sat back down, and looked down at my lap. Mother took a deep breath, and smiled sweetly at me.
“No, sweetie. You sit and eat. I will get you some water.” She smiled, and turned around to enter the kitchen.
I looked at Amethyst, confused. What had just happened? What was going on? Mother came back with a crystal goblet full of water. I took a sip, and realized nothing was wrong. This was water. I finished my glass, and continued to eat my dinner.
“Amethyst.” Mother snapped again.
Amethyst looked up at mother, her face stone cold, used to this treatment.
“Go up to your room. You are finished with dinner.” Mother demanded.
Amethyst stood, leaving her plate.
“Yes, mother.” She said with a slight bow.
She left the dining hall, shutting the door behind her.
“Silencio.” Mother chanted, pointing her wand at the door. “Now,” With a flick of her wand, I was binded to my chair. I stared up at mother terrified.