Students drifted into the snow with their trunks, heading home for the holidays. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione appeared, Ernie and few others casted wary glances.
"Make way for the Heir of Slytherin! Seriously evil wizard coming through!" Fred yelled.
Everyone laughed. "I love the twins." James laughed.
Ron grinned, amused, then saw Harry - anything but.
"Oh, c'mon, Harry. Fred's just having a laugh." Ron said.
"He's the only one." Harry muttered.
Zoe reached for his hand.
"Okay, so half the school thinks you're nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets every night. Who cares?" Ron asked.
"Maybe they're right." Harry sighed.
"Harry!" Hermione scolded him.
"I didn't know I could speak Parseltongue. What else don't I know about myself? Maybe you can do something... even something horrible... and not know you did it." Harry said, frustrated with everyone's reaction.
"You don't believe that, Harry, I know you don't. And if it makes you feel better, I just heard Malfoy and Ollivander's staying over for holiday, too." Hermione said
"Why would that make anyone feel better?" Ron asked.
"Because, in a few days, the Polyjuice Potion's will be ready. In a few days... we may truly know who is the Heir of Slytherin." Hermione said.
***
The Christmas Feast. The Hall glimmered grandly as snowflakes tumbled from the ceiling. Harry and Ron sat with Hermione.
"Everything's set. We just need a bit of who you're changing into." Hermione said.
"Crabbe and Goyle." Harry answered.
"And you weren't at all convincing." Zoe teased.
"Haha." Harry said, sarcastically.
"And we also need to make sure that the real Crabbe and Goyle can't burst in on us while we're interrogating Malfoy and Ollivander." Hermione said.
"How?" Ron asked.
Hermione held up a pair of small cakes. "I've got it all worked out. I've filled these with a simple Sleeping Draught. Simple, but powerful." Ron glanced at Draco and Zoe talking while Crabbe, and Goyle, who were eating everything in front of them. "You know how greedy Crabbe and Goyle are. They won't leave the Christmas Feast until every last drop of trifle is gone. Now, once they're asleep, hide them in a broom cupboard and pull out a few of their hairs."
"You ripping Ollivander's hair?" Ron asked.
"Ew no! I've already got mine." Hermione removed a small vial, inside was a tiny hair. "Millicent Bulstrode. She's in Slytherin. I got this off her robes." She rose from her seat. "All right then... I'm going to check on the Polyjuice Potion." Hermione pointed to the cakes in front of her. "Remember. Just make sure Crabbe and Goyle find these."
Hermione exited. Ron looked at Harry. "Have you ever heard of a plan where so many things could go wrong?" He asked.
Zoe scoffed. "I don't know why you picked Bulstrode, she never hung out with us. It would be obvious if she suddenly came up to us and stared asking questions about the Heir."
***
Harry and Ron, lurked behind a suit of armour and watched Crabbe and Goyle leave the Great Hall.
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The Truth | Draco Malfoy
FanfictionIt day began as any other, everyone in the great hall when a group appeared. They were watching movies; people from the past, present and future come together about: Harry Potter and Zoe Potter-Ollivander. Now the lies they told their children will...
