My Slytherin- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 62 (Year 5)

Theodora's POV-

It had been a couple months now since Christmas, and Umbridge had figured out where Harry Potter's meeting was taking place.

She finally managed to burst through the door, and everyone started running.

"Get them!" Umbridge yelled.

We all ran, trying to grab anyone I could. I spotted Potter running towards the bathroom. I grabbed my wand and muttered a quick spell that caused him to fall.

"Trip Jinx, Potter! Hey Professor - PROFESSOR! I've got one!" I yelled after grabbing him.

"You hop along and see if you can round up any more of them, Theodora. Tell the others to look in the library - anybody out of breath - check the bathrooms, Miss Parkinson can do the girls' ones - off you go - and you," I nodded, handing her Potter before walking away.

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Dumbledore had escaped arrest, and now Potter was caught sneaking into Umbridge's office. I grinned as I watched him squirm in her grip.

"Got 'em all," said Warrington, shoving Weasley roughly forwards into the room.

"That one," he poked a thick finger at Neville,

"Tried to stop me taking her," he pointed at Ginny, who was trying to kick the shins of the large Slytherin girl holding her.

"So I brought him along too."

"Good, good. Well, it looks as though Hogwarts will shortly be a Weasley-free zone, doesn't it? Clearly, it was very important for you to talk to somebody. Was it Albus Dumbledore? Or the half-breed, Hagrid? I doubt it was Minerva McGonagall. I hear she is still too ill to talk to anyone." Umbridge said.

"It's none of your business who I talk to," Potter snarled.

"Very well, Mr. Potter... I offered you the chance to tell me freely. You refused. I have no alternative but to force you. Theodora fetch Professor Snape." She said, and I nodded, slipping out of her office before going down to the dungeons.

"Professor Snape?" I said, knocking on his door. He opened it, annoyed.

"What, Jones?"

"Professor Umbridge wants to talk to you." I said, and he signed.

"Didn't I tell that insufferable woman to stop bothering me?" He asked, and I shrugged.

We both walked upstairs, and Snape glared at Umbridge.

"You wanted to see me, Headmistress?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

"Ah, Professor Snape. Yes, I would like another bottle of Veritaserum, as quick as you can, please."

"You took my last bottle to interrogate Potter. Surely you did not use it all? I told you that three drops would be sufficient." He asked, and Umbridge flushed.

"You can make some more, can't you?"

"Certainly. It takes a full moon-cycle to mature, so I should have it ready for you in around a month." Snape snapped.

"A month? But I need it this evening, Snape! I have just found Potter using my fire to communicate with a person or persons unknown!" Umbridge cried.

"Really? Well, it doesn't surprise me. Potter has never shown much inclination to follow school rules."

"I wish to interrogate him! I wish you to provide me with a potion that will force him to tell me the truth!" Umbridge whined.

"I have already told you, that I have no further stocks of Veritaserum. Unless you wish to poison Potter - and I assure you I would have the greatest sympathy with you if you did - I cannot help you. The only trouble is that most venoms act too fast to give the victim much time for truth-telling." Professor Snape, explained.