Saviour of Magic

The Yule Ball

Lord Voldemort seethed as he read the newspaper. The newly printed journal of Godric Gryffindor was sitting innocently on the table next to him.

Lily Potter had been the true descendant of Salazar Slytherin? His ancestor who had married the Gaunts had been the blood-adopted son of Salazar? Harry Potter had managed to bypass the blood ward at the Chamber of Secrets? The boy prophesied to kill him was now Lord Slytherin?

His anger grew no bounds. Nagini slithered around him to calm him down, but it still frustrated him to no end. A sense of calm descended upon him. Six more months and it would all be over. After Harry Potter was dead, the Slytherin Lordship would fall to him as the next blood descendant. But he knew one thing for certain. He was going to torture Harry Potter badly before he killed the boy.

"My Lord, I have more information on Harry Potter," said Rookwood, kneeling down. "I think you'll find this particularly interesting."

Voldemort's red eyes narrowed as he listened to the report.

This was unexpected. He might have to tweak his plans for the future.

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"You are going to start getting dressed now?" asked Neville, aghast.

"Neville's right," said Theo, looking stunned. "The ball is three hours away."

"We need that time to get ready," snapped Tracy, glaring at Theo as she and Susan went to their respective dormitories.

"Unbelievable," muttered Theo.

"Any idea who Draco is going with?" asked Dylan quietly.

"Pansy Parkinson," said Blaise in his usual monotonous tone, smirking slightly. "He was quite pissed off when Astoria said she already had a date. Nice job of asking her, by the way. The news spread throughout Slytherin House and some actually wanted to ask you tips on how to impress their dates. Surprising that they would want to ask a twelve-year-old boy for ideas."

Dylan blushed but smiled nevertheless. "I'll see you guys at the ball," he said and made his way to the Ravenclaw table. "Where are you going?"

"To get ready for the ball," replied Harry blandly.

"Harry, why do you need three hours?" asked Dylan incredulously.

The older boy simply stared back, looking slightly bewildered. "I was told that every girl who was attending the ball had already gone to their dorms to get ready, and I figured Daphne might have done the same. As a good fiancé, I thought it was expected of me to help in any way I can."

Dylan snickered. "Even if she's in the shower?" he asked cheekily. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw a faint blush appear on Harry's cheeks. This was a spectacle he had never witnessed before. "Harry, are you blushing?"

"No," said Harry calmly, having regained control of his emotions. He did not want to reveal to his brother that lately, he had been having plenty of dreams of Daphne in the shower with him ... no, he wasn't about to confess that secret with the brat in front of him or anyone else for that matter.

Playfully ruffling Dylan's hair, Harry walked towards the Room of Requirement where he knew Daphne was. Doing his best to push the images of Daphne in the shower far away from his mind and adjusting his trousers, he paced three times in front of the blank wall and once the door appeared, he entered. What he saw took his breath away. Harry stood with his back to the wall, lips parted slightly as he observed the spectacle in front of him. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life. He watched his fiancée, a fond smile on his lips, love and respect shining in his eyes.