"ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴏʏ."
"ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ."
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What happens when you, the wittiest girl in the Slytherin house, landed yourself in so much trouble that you find yourself with both a new schedule and a new roommate- whom also happens to be yo...
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"We have confirmed that 10 high-security prisoners in the early hours of yesterday evening did escape. And of course, the Muggle prime minister has been alerted to the danger. We strongly suspect that the breakout was engineered by a man with personal experience in escaping from Azkaban... notorious mass murderer Sirius Black, cousin of escapee Bellatrix Lestrange."
A cold, chilling sensation travelled down my spine like a stinging nettle. Blaise had sprawled his copy of the Prophet across the table for everyone to read, meanwhile whispers began to spread around the Great Hall like a nasty rash.
Each picture had been captioned with a name and the crime for which the person had been sent to Azkaban.
"Antonin Dolohov," read the legend beneath a wizard with a long, pale, twisted face who was sneering, manacles locked around his wrists, "convicted of the brutal murders of Gideon and Fabian Prewett."
"Augustus Rookwood," said the caption beneath a man with greasy hair who was leaning against the edge of his picture, looking bored, "convicted of leaking Ministry of Magic Secrets to You-Know-Who."
"Oh my," Pansy whispered softly. "This is horrible..."
"Bellatrix Lestrange?" I looked up, brows lifted. "Didn't she work with that lunatic we had last year? Crouch's son?"
"Mhm," Blaise hummed, slipping a spoonful of porridge into his mouth. "Tortured two Aurors using the Cruciatus Curse."
"Not surprised, I mean— just look at her!" Pansy pointed to the photo of the witch who had long, dark hair that looked unkempt and straggly. She glared through heavily lidded eyes, an arrogant, disdainful smile playing around her thin mouth. She retained vestiges of great good looks, but something— perhaps Azkaban— had taken most of her beauty.
"Oh, look! There it is!" Blaise pointed to the headline which read; "Bellatrix Lestrange, convicted of the torture and permanent incapacitation of Frank and Alice Longbottom."
"Longbottom?" I gasped, looking up. "Neville's parents?"
"That's why he lives with his grandmother!" Pansy said in realization.
Blaise scanned through the prophet again and hummed. "It makes sense," he said, pointing to Sirius Black's name. "They're cousins— Bellatrix was a Black before she was a Lestrange."
Then, he looked up at Draco, who had not said a word and rather stared out a window, his thin mouth sealed. "Wasn't your mother a—,"
