Voldemort's Heirs

Hogwarts Express

     The rest of the summer was uneventful. I knew what would happen, so I didn't pay attention to the small things. Our letters came. Alex and I went to visit Dumbledore at the Ministry and got sorted into Slytherin. I got a badge saying I'm a prefect also. Draco is one. I apparently took Pug-Face's place as prefect. The day we went to Diagon Alley Draco snuck off to somewhere. He was being super secretive about it. I believe it has something to do with his mission, so I allowed him to go. I got very annoyed at the shop called Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. They had a sign that was distasteful. It said 'Why Are You Worrying About You-Know-Who? You Should Be Worrying About U-No-Poo---- The Constipation Sensation That's Gripping The Nation!' Now I am sitting in my room, waiting. My father will be coming to tell me something before I go to Hogwarts. I packed everything, including extra stuff. I made sure none of my stuff was dark things. Don't need to get in trouble so early. My father walks in. "What do you need father?" I ask nicely. I only address him as father, Alex calls him dad. "You are to keep an eye on Harry Potter. He keeps getting in the way. Make sure he doesn't get in the way of Albus Dumbledore's death." He says bluntly, yet angrily. I can tell that his anger is not just for Harry Potter. "How is taking over the Ministry going?" I ask, trying to keep in the loop. "My loyal Death Eaters are performing at their bests, but the others make me question their loyalties. I am not unreasonable!" He practically shouts the last part. I smile. "You are absolutely reasonable. They are the problem. Show them you will not accept their continuous failures anymore." I say trying to help. He just hands me a package then gets up and leaves the room. In the package is a thin silvery cloak. An invisibility cloak! That will definitely come in handy.

     I wake up and we all start getting our things to leave. I am dressed in a green blouse with a black skirt and black boots. We walk into the train station, trying not to draw attention. Alex goes to the Slytherin compartment while Malfoy and I walk into the train and go to our prefect train compartment, to get orders. The Head Boy and Girl tell us what to do, then we leave. The Heads are from Ravenclaw and Slytherin. We both go to the Slytherin compartment. I sit down in, judging by his face, Malfoy's usual spot. He sits next to me. Pug-Face glares at me then sits next to him. They start talking about Quidditch, so I tune out and start reading my book. It is called 'Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimency'. I am reading it for fun. I notice everyone goes silent and look up. Someone had delivered a scroll of parchment for Blaise Zabini. He was invited to lunch. As he left I could tell Draco was mad about not being invited. "I feel bad for him. I have met Professor Slughorn." I say shuddering. I turn back to my book, but don't get a chance to read. "What do you mean? How did you meet him?" Pug-Face asks. "I met him. He visited Beauxbatons once. I would gladly not take potions, but my father wouldn't be happy." I say, frowning at the last part. "Who is your father? Or are you too ashamed of him to tell us?" She taunts smirking. If only she knew. "Draco knows my father." I say turning to him. "Is he someone you want to mess with?" I ask smiling knowingly. "No." Draco says really fast, obviously uncomfortable. I smirk at her and go back to reading. 

     Blaise suddenly walks in, and can't close the door. "What's wrong with this thing!"  He says angrily, trying to slam it shut. It pushes open, causing him to fall on Gregory's lap. I notice something white go into the luggage rack, then disappearing. Draco lays down, his head on Pug-Face's lap. She strokes his hair, smirking. "So, Zabini," Draco says, "what did Slughorn want?" "Just trying to make up with well connected people," Zabini said, glaring at Gregory. "Not that he managed to find many." Draco looks mad at this information. Maybe he is mad that he wasn't invited. "Who else had he invited?" Draco demanded. "McLaggen from Gryffindor," said Blaise. "Oh yeah his uncle's big in the Ministry." Draco says. "-someone else called Belby, from Ravenclaw-" Pug-Face burst out, "Not him, he's a prat!" "-Longbottom, Potter, and that Weasley girl." finished Blaise. Malfoy sits up really fast, knocking Pug-Face's hand aside. "He invited Longbottom?" "Well, I assume so, ad Longbottom was there," Blaise says, obviously trying to sound indifferent. "What's Longbottom got to interest Slughorn?" Blaise shrugged at that. This Longbottom must be very unimpressive. "Potter, precious Potter, obviously he wanted a look at 'the Chosen One,'" sneered Draco, "but that Weasley girl! What's so special about her?" This is when Pug-Face decided to join the conversation again. "A lot of boys like her. Even you think she's good looking, don't you, Blaise, and we all know how hard you are to please!" She says smirking. "I wouldn't touch a filthy little blood traitor like her whatever she looked like," Blaise says coldly, Pug-Face looks pleased. Malfoy sink back into her lap, and she resumes stroking his hair. "Well, I pity Slughorn's taste. Maybe he's going a bit senile. Shame, my father always said he was a good wizard in his day. My father used to be a bit of a favorite of his. Slughorn probably hasn't heard I'm on the train, or-" Blaise suddenly cuts Draco off. "I wouldn't bank on an invitation. He asked me about Nott's father when I first arrived. They used to be old friends, apparently, but when he heard he'd been caught at the Ministry he didn't look happy, and Nott didn't get an invitation, did he? I don't think Slughorn's interested in Death Eaters." Draco looked angry, but laughed a single humorless laugh. "Well, who cares what he's interested in? What is he, when you come down to it? Just some stupid teacher." Draco yawned ostentatiously. "I mean, I might not even be at Hogwarts next year, what's it matter to me if some fat old has-been likes me or not?" Pug-Face stops stroking him. "What do you mean, you might not be at Hogwarts next year?" She asks indignantly. "Well, you never know," Draco says with a slight smirk. "I might have -- er -- moved on to bigger and better things." Everyone else looks at him with surprise or curiosity. "Do you mean --- Him?" She asks dumbfounded.  Draco shrugs. "Mother wants me to complete my education, but personally, I don't see it as that important these days. I mean, think about it. . . . When the Dark Lord takes over, is he going to care how many O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s anyone's got? Of course he isn't. . . It'll be all about the kind of service he received, the level of devotion he was shown." I look at him, knowing he is right. Father doesn't care about all the tests. If you are rightfully a wizard and have shown him devotion and worth, he is going to allow you to be an important Death Eater. "And you think you'll be able to do something for him?" asked Blaise satirically. "Sixteen years old and not even fully qualified yet?" Draco looks unhappy. "I've just said, haven't I? Maybe he doesn't care if I'm qualified. Maybe the job he wants me to do isn't something you need to be qualified for." He says quietly. Everyone, except Alex and I, looks at him shocked. "I can see Hogwarts." Draco says, clearly enjoying the effect he just created, pointing out the window. "We'd better get our robes on." Gregory grabs his trunk, we hear a gasp of pain. Draco and I both look up at the luggage rack. Draco frowns, locking his trunk and fastening his new cloak. The train stops and Everyone starts to leave. "You go on," Draco tells Pug-Face. "I just want to check something." She glares at me then walks out. I walk over to Draco. "Don't be stupid." I tell him, knowing he will anyways. I slowly walk out to the carriages. Draco walks out of the train right after I get to the carriages. 

     Draco, Blaise, Gregory,  Pug-Face, Alex, and I get into a carriage together. Draco tells us about how he broke Harry's nose and sent him back to London. They all laugh, I glare at him. "You do realize he is going to be here anyway. As if they wouldn't make sure he is here." I say still glaring at him, then I smile. "But you still get props for breaking his nose." He smiles bigger at that. Alex glares at him. As the carriage stops we out, only to get searched before we are allowed to go to the feast. Gregory gets a shrunken head confiscated. The idiot thought they wouldn't be checking. 

     We walk into the school, heading towards what they call the Great Hall. Why, I don't know. We sit down to await the sorting and the feast. The sorting is sad. Only three new Slytherins. The feast begins and the food is amazing. I shake my head at how Draco and Alex loaded their plates. Then Harry Potter walks in. Our table laughs as Draco mimes breaking Harry's nose again. He looks at me as though he wants approval, but I just look at the food trying to decide what to eat. He seems disappointed, but shakes it off. I hear some of the other Slytherins talking about Alex and I; how we are originally from Beauxbatons, how we must have accents, and how we must be powerful. I grab myself small helpings of greens, potatoes, and fish. After a while the feast disappears and is replaced by desserts. Draco and Alex load their plates with desserts. I give Alex a disapproving look, then I look towards the Staff Table. I see Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Rubeus Hagrid, and many more teachers. It is a shame that Delores Umbridge had that accident. I really wish I had been able to meet her. I heard from Draco that she was 'lovely' and 'likeable'. I smile and wave at Professor Slughorn. He waves back, looking at Alex and I. I can tell we will be invited to join his Slug Club. He knows we are extremely powerful and advanced. 

     As the last of the desserts leave the tables Dumbledore stands up. "The very best of evenings to you!" He says smiling broadly with his arms opened wide. We notice his hand was blackened and dead-looking. Some people started muttering, I just smiled. I knew what caused that. It was the ring father was talking about. "Nothing to worry about," he said airily. "Now . . . to our new students, welcome, to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you . . . " I turn towards Draco and whisper. "Does he always do speech like this?" He nods at me, clearly nervous. ". . . and Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to say that there is a blanket ban on any joke item bought at the joke shop called Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Those wishing to play for their House Quidditch teams should give their names to their Heads of House as usual. We are also looking for new Quidditch commentators, who should do likewise. We are pleased to welcome a new member of staff this year. Professor Slughorn" -- Slughorn stood up, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight -- "is a former colleague of mine who has agreed to resume his old post of Potions Master." The word "Potions" echoes around the room. "Professor Snape, meanwhile," continued Dumbledore, raising his voice over the muttering, "will be taking over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Professor Snape raises his hand in acknowledgement, looking triumphant. The whole hall burst into conversations. Some of the Slytherins are talking about the news as good news. "Now as everybody in this Hall knows, Lord Voldemort and his followers are once more at large and gaining strength." I tune out of the rest of his speech. It would be about safety and needing to watch out for each other. I didn't need to. No Death Eater would attack me or Alex. After a couple minutes I tune back in, out of boredom. "But now, your beds await, as warm and comfortable as you could possibly wish, and I know that your top priority is to be well-rested for your lessons tomorrow. Let us therefore say good night Pip pip!" I look at him like he's insane, but none the less get up to go. 

     Draco and I get the first years and bring them to the Slytherin common room in the dungeons. I mostly follow Draco, not caring about the first years. I am put in a dorm with the rest of the girls in my year. I say good night to Alex and Draco, before going to my dorm. I unpack most of my stuff, then go to sleep. I can't wait for lessons tomorrow. There is a reason we were the best.