I Am A Gaunt *Completed!!!!!*

Chapter 13

Dedicated to: 5daysoflife and Deatheater61103

*EDITED*

- 3RD PERSON POV -

The hall is silent. The only sounds made are the clicks of heels from two esteemed women and an infamous young man. The three of them seem to head in no particular direction to the normal bystander. However, it is totally different. It is after hours and on the day of the sorting. To say there was no certain direction would be like saying a cat naturally doesn't hate dogs.

The mysterious trio walks out of the castle and comes to meeting up with another group of expected people. The Boy Who Lived, his best friend, girlfriend, and a professor. They all watch cautiously as the trio advances on them. Some out of curiosity but others out of anger.

"Why are they coming? The are on-", the Boy Who Lived begins. However, he is quickly, shushed by his redheaded and fiery girlfriend. Instead of letting him finish his wonderful sentence, she decided to merely smile at the approaching group, and slap her hand over his mouth, stunning him into shutting up. He had never expected that.

Once the two groups become one, the Professor links arms with the esteemed woman. "Ready, kids? Ready Molly?", they all nod and like that, are gone.

The group is embarking on a short and secret journey to a house on the cliffs. There the infamous young man will give an oath to a vigilante group known as the Order of the Phoenix and forever be loyal to the light side.

Not even a week later things beging to change. People are noticing the shift in alliances. At first they justy notice something amiss and when they do they look for the branded mark. For deatheaters it was a tattoo, but for the Order it is a way of acting. Whenever a person looks for this mark all they come across is a me merely hanging out with new people.

Then the whispers begin. Through out the castle one by one all hear how the infamous villain had joined sides with the famous hero. Or was it the other way around? None could tell but many had their theories.

It takes a while but after the searching of the brand and the whispers, people then go silent. They get their minds made up and act accordingly. In some ways that is good and others not so much. Take right now for instance. Alliana, and Draco are at the third stage, people have made up their minds and are acting upon them. Most believe we are good, however some believe we aren't.

"Malfoy, you pathetic fool. No good will come out of this. Just wait until the others hear! They will tell the others what you have done....filthy blood traitor!", Draco stares blankly at his childhood friend. Though many believed he was simply a dimwitted body guard, Gregory Goyle was much more than that to the young man. He knew everything about Draco - up until the war at least. Him and his friend Vincent Crabbe both did. Until, the day Crabbe died. Ever since then Draco and Gregory haven't spoke on the same level. Gregory out of hatred and Draco out of sadness.

"The only pathetic fool is you for siding with a dead person. I never wanted to be a Deatheater and you know that. The only reason it happened was to protect my sour excuse of a father and my mother. Now, if you don't mind, Alliana and I would like to get to class.", they don't even wait for an answer and walk past him. Along the way, Draco hears him mumble something but choose to ignore it. What ever he has to say isn't worth their time.

"Ah! Mr. Malfoy, and Mrs. Gaunt! My two most promising students! Welcome, welcome. Go sit at your usual seats, today we see how well, you guys remember your sixth year. We go into the more dangerous potions and make something only one desperate enough will make. Amortentia."