❝ 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘬 -𝘪 -𝘴 -𝘴 -𝘪 -𝘯 -𝘨! ❞
In which a filthy Mudblood is sorted into the House of Slytherin - with, of course, Draco Malfoy.
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golden era
VERY SLOW-BURN ROM...
LITTLE MISS MUDBLOOD – ACT 1 ; SCENE 2 : CHAPTER 26
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Summer crept over the grounds around the castle quietly yet quickly; sky and lake alike turned periwinkle blue and flowers large as cabbages burst into bloom in the greenhouses. But with no Hagrid visible from the castle windows, striding the grounds with Fang and Goldfish at his heels, the scene didn't look quite right; no better, in fact, than the inside of the castle, where things were so horribly wrong.
Harry, Ron, and Y/N had tried to visit Hermione, but visitors were now barred from the Hospital Wing.
"We're taking no more chances," Madam Pomfrey told them severely through a crack in the infirmary door. "No, I'm sorry, there's every chance the attacker might come back to finish these people off. . . ."
With Professor Dumbledore gone, fear had spread as never before, so that the sun warming the castle walls outside seemed to stop at the mullioned windows. There was barely a face to be seen in the school that didn't look worried and tense, and any laughter that rang through the corridors sounded shrill and unnatural and was quickly stifled.
Y/N constantly repeated Professor Dumbledore's final words to herself. "I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me. . . . Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it." But what good were these words? Who exactly were they supposed to ask for help, when everyone was just as confused and scared as they were?
Hagrid's hint about the spiders was far easier to understand – the trouble was, there didn't seem to be a single spider left in the castle to follow. Y/N looked everywhere she went, helped by Daphne, as Theodore and Blaise were still in the dark. They were hampered, of course, by the fact that they weren't allowed to wander off on their own but had to move around the castle in a pack with the other Slytherins. Most of their fellow students seemed glad they were being shepherded from class to class by teachers, but Y/N found it very irksome.
One person, however, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere of terror and suspicion. Draco Malfoy was strutting around the school as though he had just been appointed Head Boy. And it wasn't because of the petrifications (although he expressed his happiness for Hermione's petrification on multiple occasions), it was because Professor Dumbledore was suspended. Two weeks of his non-stop yapping and Y/N was just about fed up.
"I always thought Father might be the one who got rid of Dumbledore," said Malfoy one Potions lesson. "I told you he thinks Dumbledore's the worst headmaster the school's ever had. Maybe we'll get a decent headmaster now. Someone who won't want the Chamber of Secrets closed. McGonagall won't last long, she's only filling in. . . ."
"Professor McGonagall already practically runs this school, so if Professor Dumbledore were to be permanently removed she would obviously take his spot and fill it well – however, Professor Dumbledore is only out on an Order of Suspension so don't get your hopes too high, Malfoy," said Y/N fiercely as she scribbled down the properties and uses of bat spleens.
