The Murder and the Power of Love
The mood in the Great Hall was subdued.
The Golden Trio mourned the loss of Sirius Black, who never got the chance to clear his name before his cousin murdered him. Bellatrix, the woman whom everyone in the Malfoy family assured Clavicus he got his looks from. The Azkaban mugshot in the Daily Prophet was proof of the uncanny similarities, and people now began to point it out.
Clavicus, meanwhile, was furious that Sanguine had bailed on him. His only friend in the cursed place, and he was "dead". Clavicus could guess what had happened, and Vaermina had confirmed it. The showdown that had occurred between the Death Eaters and The Order resulted in the students getting caught in the middle. Sanguine, the prat, had been hit by the killing curse, which took him straight out. It had been seen, and he couldn't come back from the dead that easily. He sighed, picking at his toast, ignoring the sense of glee and apprehension rolling off from his housemates.
Dumbledore gave a speech; Clavicus wasn't actually paying attention, nor did he clap when Gryffindor won the House cup - again. He knew it would be boring without his ally, but had his eyes set on a new target.
'So, Potter,' he said, voice quiet as he sat opposite the boy on the train. 'What's Dumbledore told you?' Politely accepting Hermione's condolences, he focussed his amber glare on the almighty chosen one. For a moment, Clavicus wasn't sure he'd tell him, a Slytherin, but Clavicus let a little sadness find its way into his eyes,
'There's a Prophecy,' he sighed. 'I've got to kill Voldemort.' The exact wording of the prophecy wasn't divulged, but Clavicus was a passable legilimens, and... Potter was not a skilled occlumens. Clavicus let his gaze drop, staring at his knees instead. After a good while, his forehead dropped and rested on his knee, leaving him at quite an awkward angle - the others now assumed he'd dozed off, thank Merlin.
'Apparently,' Potter explained, 'my mum saved me by sacrificing herself.' He was disappointed that he didn't get the chance to gauge the reactions of the other two, because there was no doubt that it was a delicious expression of fear and shock.
He pledged to himself that he would forge a deal with the golden boy, and he would win this game.
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