Ace of Spades

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I was having my morning tea with Pansy and Daphne as Blaise dropped the magazine into my lap. Draco and Theo were quick to join him, on either side with their arms crossed as they tentatively waited for my reaction. They showed no remembrance of what happened last night. Maybe their duty of being Aces overshadowed it.

I didn't care.

"What's this?" I asked him, eyebrows furrowing.

They only nodded to the magazine.

HARRY POTTER SPEAKS OUT AT LAST: THE TRUTH ABOUT HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED AND THE NIGHT I SAW HIM RETURN.

I slouched in my seat, "You've got to be shitting me..."

"Go to the highlighted paragraph," Draco said then spat out his words. "You'll want to find out what your dearest brother said about you."

I did and gasped at exactly what was written.

"My sister, Viktoria, she's only a few hours younger than me, born on August 1st instead of July 31st. She was never attacked by You-Know-Who. She doesn't understand the importance of telling the public about him. I've told her all about the Wixen world, even before she realised she's a Witch too. We thought she was a Squib for so long, her Magic isn't that powerful either. She's really useless at it. She's still new to this world, she has no clue about anything I've been through besides what I've told her. She doesn't even think I should publish this or even be having this interview..."

"You're sparking pissed, dear," Silver said next to me, looking at me with the same fondness he always had. Warm smiled under the hood.

I took a deep breath, putting my cup down slowly before addressing Daphne and Pansy, "If you'd excuse me."

"Where are you going?" Pansy looked up from her cup of tea.

I stood up and dusted my skirt off, a smile plastered onto my face. "To kill my idiot of a brother."

She did an unladylike snort, turning to Daphne, "This is something I need to see."

I didn't care that they all followed me. I went through the dungeons like storm. I didn't even need to shove people out of my way. My patience was at its limit and I wanted to break something. I was full of rage, feeling it bubble up in me, simmering just under my skin. I had to find him and give him a stern word of what exactly I was thinking.

Once my hand was on Harry's collar, I pulled him off the Gryffindor bench, making him fall to the ground.

"Viktoria!" Granger gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Stay out of this, Granger," I snapped, throwing the magazine into his face. It was rude, unsightly to do this but I had to. He couldn't think I was someone he could bully or insult into silence anymore. "What the fuck is this interview? You lied in it."

"I didn't lie about him coming back," he said loudly, making sure people could hear him. "I never lied about that."

He thought he could get all of Hogwarts behind him if they heard. If he wanted to involve the school, then I could too.

"You might have not lied about him," I watched him stand up, and I stepped closer. "But you used my name. You called me weak. Useless." I lowered my voice. "Do you think you're any better than our aunt and uncle by saying that?"

The three Aces shared a look which I had to ignore right now.

"Well, it's true, isn't it?"

"Is it?"