Hello once again my loyal readers. I am sorry this took so long to put up. I finished it a while back and it's edited to the best of my abilities. Which are limited. Well here we go. WARNING: UN -BETA'd

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Of Red Rubber Balls

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Draco sighed softly as he stood beside Hathor and Granger. Not too long ago they were caught playing with the troll. Which turned out to be more fun then he thought it would be, despite the thrashing he'd been close to taking. The teachers of course were less then thrilled when they found five students throwing rubber balls, that were electricity charged, at the troll. The only two who weren't horrified by the fact the five of them had been electrocuting a troll were Snape and Quirrell.

Dracos' brow quirked as he noticed said teachers where whispering off in a corner as McGonagal stood ranting about the dangers of what they'd done. He flinched when he felt someone nudge his back. He looked back at the twins, he wasn't sure which one and thus to took to calling them both the Twins, before turning his attention back to the head of Gryffindor. Who was still ranting…. The woman had a set of lungs on her that was for sure. With another sigh his mind began to wonder of how they had become targets.

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Hathor smiled as he walked slowly down the halls of the dungeon with a round, red, rubber ball bouncing from hand to hand. He and his friends had been searching for the troll. Turning around he scoffed as the twins clung to each other, making sure to pop their heads around every corner before turning it. Which, to Hathor, was weird. After all he'd just turned the corners they were looking around. The sight was comical. He paused holding the red ball in hand as he waited for Hermione and Draco to turn the corner.

He was proud to say that Draco, though a bit paler then normal, walked around the corner with a small scowl on his face. Hermione though… She was clutching on to dear life to Dracos poor hand. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to bring Gryffindors into the dungeon, or were they nervous because he wanted to play with the troll?

Either way Hathor was determined to find the damndable thing. At current though it seemed as though the only one who would have the guts to play with troll would be Draco. Hathor smiled slightly as he stopped walking and moved in front of Draco and Hermione. He held out the ball to the both of them. Hermione looked at him questioningly, clutching tighter at Dracos hand. Hathor watched as the scowl on Dracos face intensified, as did Hermiones' grip.

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Draco could feel the vein in his forehead throbbing strongly as Grangers grip tightened on him. Originally he had allowed her to cling to him because she was a girl, mudblood be damned, she was still female and his odd sense of chivalry demanded he try to comfort her. Growling softly as he roughly pulled his hand from her grip he turned, scowling, towards her. "Merlin grow a pair the lot of you." He said as he grabbed the ball from Hathors outstretched hand his scowl turning into a sneer. "The sooner we find the troll the sooner I'll be able to sleep."

Fred and George looked to one another; their arms still wrapped each other. "Drake if we grew another pair there'd be no more room to make a meat sandwich" They both said with matching smiles. They watched as Hermione blushed, Hathor smirked, and Draco looked lost.

"What does meat have to do with growing a pair?" The blond asked them rudely.

George snickered as he released his brother and poked him. Fred nodded slightly taking his brothers hand before grabbing Hathors hand with his other. The small brunette didn't seem to mind as Fred walked slowly pulling Hathor and his brother along. "Dear dear Draco-" He cooed sarcastically. "-think of what it could mean." He said turning back to look at the small firsts that followed behind himself.

Draco scowled. "I don't like riddles or games, I'm knackered, and I didn't finish my dinner. Just bloody tell me." He said his scowl increasing as Granger made a choking noise beside him. "And what's your problem Granger?"

Hermione turned to glare at Draco. "Meat meaning male bits you pure blooded bigot." She watched in satisfaction as Draco paused blushing, finally getting the twins words.

Fred laughed as he turned and pulled Hathor to his body in a tight hug, his brother doing the same so both were on either side. Hathor himself seemed to just raise a brow so both brothers assumed he didn't mind the intimate hug.

"Oh yes Draco-"

"-finally got it-"

"-it seems."

At this point both brothers were completely draped around each other with Hathor stuck between them. The Twins looked to one another before winking directly at Draco and-

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Draco shuddered as he remembered that particular little memory. Not something he really even wanted to remember. How his mind had even wandered to that memory he had no idea. Not to mention Hathor seemed to look a little bit too much at home stuck between the twins. Ahh yes dodge ball with the troll. That had been interesting.

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Draco frowned as he tossed the rubber ball from hand to hand. Looking around he saw that Hathor had decided to equip them each with such a ball. He watched as Hathor smiled brightly and waved his wand over the balls. Each one glowed before sparking with electricity.

"Now remember. Wingaurdium leviooosaa, not leveosaaa." Granger said softly as the five of them huddled around a corner where the troll was.

"And try to not to get killed. If any of you die it'll be by my hand." Hathor said to them all, receiving four blank looks in return. "Hm? What?" He said softly as he looked around the small group confused.

George smiled. "Glad to know that Hathor-"

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"-kill us when the time comes."

Draco snorted. "Nice to know where I stand with you Addams."

Hermione glared at Draco. "Someone needs their beauty sleep." She said snidely before turning to Hathor with a small smile. "Thank you Hathor. I would like to be killed by no one else." With an inaudible sigh Hermione sometimes felt she was the only one who understood the boy that had befriended them all.

Hathor laughed quietly. "Silence. On the count of three."

Everyone had waited on baited breath as Hathor peeked around the corner to make sure the troll was still there. As the pale brunette said three five calls of Wingaurdium leviosa could be heard followed by the sound of balls hitting the trolls thick hide.

Hathor stood in front of them all with his wand raised flicking it with his wrist, the ball he'd cast his spell on following the movements of his wrist. The others stood behind him. Fred and George stood on either side of Hathor with Draco and Hermione behind them. All of them making similar gestures with their wands as they stood.

Hathor wore a small smile on his face as he watched the balls bounce off the troll who swung at the ball with its club. Draco was sure the cross dressing young man was enjoying this. Looking around at the others with him Draco was able to see that Hathor wasn't the only one.

Granger had a look of astonished delight on her face as her ball hit the troll on the side of it head, just barley zapping the troll as it released a growl. Her look clearly saying she had no idea why she was doing this, but she was enjoying it. The small underlying look of fear on her face at this new found revelation amused him slightly. It was obvious that she wasn't one used to violence.

The twins bore the same demonic smile upon their faces as their balls released far more of an electrical charge then Grangers. The troll visibly flinching every time their balls collided with its thick skin. The twins enjoyed every second their balls collided with the trolls' body emitting small sparks. Oh yes the twins had a dark side, and he was man enough to admit is scared him… Just a little bit though.

And Draco. He wasn't sure what to feel, but that was neither here nor there. Malfoys once committed to something finished it. Even if they've no liking for what they had committed too their warped sense of honor demanded they see it through.

Draco's eyes widened as he saw a large club coming at him, the only thing that saved him was Granger pushing him to the floor. He rolled out of the way as the club came at him once again. Around him he heard Fred and George arguing about something, Grangers screams of fright, and the troll releasing sounds of anger and irritation. He stood barley dodging the club of the troll and rolled rather ungracefully, and painfully, to the side of the hall his foot hitting the stonewall.

His eyes watched as the twins turned their wands on the troll, clearly they were done with their argument, from their wands a jet of fire and water erupted. The fire and water danced around each other in swirls that hypnotized Draco as it snaked around the trolls club and arm. From there the water pulled the club from the trolls hand, the fire burning it to ashes.

Dracos eyes turned to the twins who looked like they where dancing, a look of concentration on their face, and sweat beads on their brows. One of them even had his tongue peeking from the corner of his mouth. He didn't know which.

The fire and water seemed to follow in time with the movements of their dance. The two of them circling around one another, as did the elements that each had summoned. The troll turned to the twins and Draco watched as one of the dodge balls hit it large sparks of electricity shooting in different directions, causing the troll to release a screech of pain before falling to the floor with a groan.

Draco released a shaky breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding as he heard laughter echo down the hall. His eyes shifted around the hall until he found a laughing Hathor Addams. The elemental magic the twins had summoned now gone, though the rubber balls were still alive.

"Ahh such fun." Hathor said softly trying to stop his laughing. "Brilliant the lot of you." Hathor turned to the twins. "I see the rumors are true?"

Draco watched as the twins nodded sheepishly and Hathor began to praise them. However, what caught his attention was a rattled, and shocked Mudblood sitting against a wall. His eyes shifted to the twins and Hathor before returning to Granger. He sighed as he pushed a strand of hair out of his face and walked over to kneel in front of the girl.

"Granger?" He said softly as he knelt in front of her, his hair askew. He watched as the Mudblood turned her eyes to his and suddenly there was a big smile on her face. He fell backward as she stood quickly.

"Did you see that?" She said her hands gesturing to the troll. "I saved you from that trolls club, then then the twins~ THE TWINS! With their fire water thingy it was amazing!"

Draco watched as the Mudblood went off in an excited rant describing in detail, and with long words, what had just happened. He couldn't help the small smile that split across his face as he flicked his wand at a near by rubber ball causing it to float over to him.

With a raised brow he flicked his wrist once more, the ball flying towards a figure with bushy hair. He smiled innocently when Granger turned around with her mouth wide open as she stopped her rant.

"You!" She said accusingly pointing her wand at him. Her hair stood more frizzed then normal and sticking up at odd angles, the tips sparking slightly. Her wand flicked rapidly as her lips moved just as fast and before he knew what she had done he had to doge four rubber balls.

With a smirk he realized that the Twins and Hathor had caught onto what he had done. Whispering a spell under his breath three balls floated in front of Draco before lashing out at Hathor and the Twins. Laughing he dodged the one the Granger had sent again at him. Quickly laughter filled the halls as they dodged each other's electrical rubber balls. Every now and then the troll would twitch and all five would aim their wands at the troll, and that was how the teachers found the five of them.

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"SO I ask again." Came her head of houses furious shrill voice. Hermione felt guilty for the elderly witch was clearly worried. "What happened?" She flinched as the woman gaze turned to her, as did those of her friends who nodded or shrugged.

Hermione cleared her throat softly. "Well you see Professor… Hathor and Draco… were going to show us the Slytherin dorm!" She watched nervously as she got a raised brow from her head of house. "And since we all had to return to our rooms until the troll was dealt with we…." She paused as her mind froze. She couldn't think of a single lie.

"Addams and I decided that tonight would be the perfect opportunity to show them the splendor of a Pureblood dorm." Dracos voice cut in. "After all-" He smirked at her. "It's not as though Granger would get another chance what with being Mud-Muggleborn."

Hermione smiled tightly, slightly offended yet grateful, that Draco had taken over telling the story and turned to the twins who smiled down at her nodding their heads.

"And Why would you think that when a troll is loose in the school would be the perfect time?!" Came McGonagals concerned question as the Headmaster stood behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Now now Minerva. No need to panic, they're all safe, and if my ears didn't deceive me when we came upon them they were laughing." He said looking at the group his eyes resting on Hermione.

Said girl quickly looked away from his gaze. Hathor has told them all to avoid eye contact with a wizard when at all possible. Especially Dumbledore. She didn't like the fact the old man could read minds. She'd have to learn a way to defend herself against that.

She felt his gaze leave her at his next words. "Seventy five points to Gryffindor. Well dome Misters Weasly and Miss Granger. Also Fifty to Slytherin. Well done Mister Malfoy, Mister Addams."

Hermione watched as her head of house was left flabbergasted, while Professor Snape seemed to just glow with pride.

"B-but BUT the SCHOOL RULES ALBUS! You give them points when they should -"

Dumbledore held out a hand. "The only rule they broke was being out after curfew, though because of this the troll was taken care of. I gave them points for their courage in defending their friends." He smiled here. "And the way of which they did so. Very well done by the way." He clapped his hands slowly applauding the small group of children. "With that I'm off to bed old bones aching an all that." Humming softly the elderly wizard walked away.

Hermione could only stare after him, and looking around it seemed that was the response the others gave him as well. All except her head of house who went after him ranting at him about how, as Headmaster, he should enforce the rules. To everyone.

"Well-" came the deep voice of her potions professor. "it seems you five are past your curfew." Looking at the dark haired man she thought she saw him smirking. Gob smacked at that all she could do was nod. "Off you lot then. You three." He gestured to her and the twins. "I'll be making sure you arrive at the tower. We need no more tomfoolery tonight." Walking off she quickly grabbed Fred and Georges hands before they could protest and pulled them along.

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Hathor stood beside Draco and sighed deeply. He was put out that their fun had been cut short, then again what could he do? He was only a student after all, and as such had to follow the rules. True he supposed they could get expelled, and was expected of him from his family, but he liked it here. Mainly he liked the friends he'd made.

His gaze shifted to Draco as they platinum haired youth was already walking to their common room, stopping only to turn back and look at Hathor questioningly. He waved a dismissive hand at Draco who nodded and continued to walk.

"Very impressive Little Lord." Quirrell said as poked the troll with his foot, yelping, as he was shocked. "How many times did you hit this thing?"

Hathor smirked. "Personally?" At the professors nod he answered. "Three or four times-" His vision went blurry just before he felt a pair of arms wrap around him.

"Sleep well Little Lord." Were the last words he heard before falling unconscious.

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Hathor stood amidst a field of white flowers that glowed under the pale moons light. All around him the flowers bloomed the light that reflected off them giving the surrounding trees an ominous glow. He didn't flinch as he felt arms wrap around him from behind. He already knew who it was.

"Bravo Little Snake. I must say you handled that with an ease not known to most." His lead said softly, his chin resting upon Hathors head.

"It was fun." He said leaning back against his Lead, the man sat amongst the flowers forcing Hathor to do the same. Now sitting on his leads lap he happily snuggled against the man. "So tell me, my Lead, when do you plan to arise from the grave?" His voice was eager.

Voldemort chuckled as his arms tightened around the small boy that snuggled into his chest. "If all go as planned by the beginning of summer." He frowned. "Though there seems to be an obstacle I had not foreseen."

Voldemort felt the boy shift, presumably to look up at him. "And what is that?"

"A mirror that guards the stone of life I need." He looked to the moon a look of sadness adorning his face. "There is no one I can reach who would be willing to fetch it for me either. My inside man must act as though he guards it the poor sod is constantly watched and monitored, and my host would not survive the trials without aid."

He felt the boy shift on his lap again, the boys' head resting against his chest. "If I got the stone for you would you visit me and my family for the summer?" The boys voice held uncertainty. It was not something that Voldemort was used to hearing. When Hathor was with his friends he seemed so sure of himself, so confident and mysterious. Some would say cocky almost.

He thought for a few moments on the answer. There was nothing stopping him from doing such. True he had a take over of the Wizarding Britain to accomplish, but that could always be put off for a little while. It would take years to recruit the amount of followers he would need to accomplish his goal. Especially as he wanted as little bloodshed as possible. He was trying to preserve the race, not kill them out.

Then it hit him. Hathors family was known for their dark magic, but also for being powerful. The Ministry could never find their homes, and as he would be in America no one would be able to arrest him for past crimes. As far as everyone was concerned Voldemort was dead, so why not use this to his advantage?

He could recover his magical power, as much of it would have to be regathered after being dead for so long, so why not hide amongst the boys family while it did so? The boy in arms was apparently loyal to him, and the boys family would assumingly be the same. There was not a single generation of Addams that hadn't helped a Dark Lord. As an additional advantage it would allow him time to get to know his Little Snakes family.

Hathor shifted on his Leads lap to look up at him as the man remained silent. It was starting to bother him a little that the man was still thinking on it. Though Hathor could tell from the look on the mans face his thoughts were else where at the moment. With a sigh Hathor settled himself comfortably on his Leads lap.

The man was known for being a strategist. Perhaps he was thinking of way he could use the visit to help him in his cause then.

"Only if you get the stone Little Snake." Came his Leads reply.

Closing his eyes Hathor nodded. "Then I shall begin making plans to do such." He paused. "Do you know what trials there are?" He asked thoughtfully.

He felt his Lead nod. "As far as I am aware a three headed beast guards a hidden door that will lead into the trials. Getting around the animal is an easy enough feat should you know how to charm a beast." He said softly.

"And how would I go about doing that?" Hathor asked pouting cutely before he felt his Leads hand on the side of his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked up at his Lead.

"Should I tell you it wouldn't be a trial now would it?" Came the teasing voice in response. Hathor merely continued to pout before gesturing that his Lead continue.

"From there there is some sort of plant that blocks the passage ways from what I am told. Beyond that a room filled nigh to the brim with thousands of flying keys." Hathor was sure his Lead was exaggerating. "One of which opens a door that leads to the next trial. What it is I've no idea though it is supposed to be a test of wits. Beyond that is a chamber surrounded by fire which holds the mirror. Beyond the mirror, stored inside of it, is the Resurrection Stone."

His Lead started to gently pet his head. "Retrieve that and give it to Snape. He will handle the rest from there."

"And you'll come visit?" Hathor asked sleepily.

With a nod Voldemort answered. "And I shall do more then visit my Little Snake." Looking down he smiled noticing his boy was already asleep.

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Draco paced the common the room as he waited for Hathor to walk through the entrance. He didn't trust Professor Quirrell one bit; he shouldn't have left the both of them alone. It was a well-known fact that Quirrell was Dumbledores man through and through. Though he could feel the eyes of his housemates on him he didn't care. Hathor had become a dear friend as none have in his entire life.

He could depend on Hathor to tell him the truth, he could expect his loyalty, and could count on the boy to keep his secrets. Draco jumped as he heard the passageway open that lead to the dungeon halls and turned to see if it was Hathor.

His face lost any color it had as he looked at his friend being levitated. When he saw who it was that levitated Hathor he scowled and drew his wand. He cast the levitation spell on Hathor after a quick finite. "I can take it from here Professor." He said coldly.

Professor Quirrell smiled nervously. "A-a-s a –P-profes-s-sor I need to m-make sur-re he ge-et-t-s t-to rest." The mans eyes darted around the common room.

Draco stood straight, squaring his shoulders. "I assure you Sir-" The last word coming out as insult. "I can attend to my friends needs far better then you could."

He watched as the professor smirked and turned on his heels, walking out of the common room with out a single look over his shoulder. With a sigh Draco began to move Hathors body to the male dorms of their year. Once he opened the door he noticed Blaze followed him in. Stopping before Hathors bed he wasn't sure what he should do. He didn't know enough about transfiguration to make it a coffin he knew Hathor preferred to sleep in.

Dracos head turned towards Blaze as the bed transfigured into a coffin. He shot Blaze a thankful look when Blaze opened the lid.

"So… What happened with the troll?" Blaze asked as he held the lid open.

Draco rolled his eyes and placed Hathors body into the coffin, once again shooting a thankful look to Blaze as the boy transfigured Hathors clothing into his usual night time apparel. "In all honesty nothing much." He said closing the lid softly and turning to collapse on his bed with a sigh.

Blaze scoffed. "Yes I'm sure. Hathors groups took down a troll, and you come back with your hair all messed up. Surly nothing happened hm?" The dark skinned boy said while making his way to his own bed while transfiguring his clothing into pajamas. It was something everyone had taken to doing for the sake of their health. No one wanted to wake Hathor from his beauty sleep.

Dracos face relaxed as he whispered a spell, and his clothing turned into his night wear. "Alright fine. We shot rubber balls charged with electricity at the troll." He paused deciding to leave out the part of the twins now confirmed elemental powers. "Then once the troll was on the floor we started to pelt each other with the balls." He motioned to his hair. "Hence the odd angles my hair is currently at."

Opening his eyes he saw Blaze sitting under his covers a look of skepticism on his face. "I think there's more to it then that Drake." Blaze laid down n his bed. "But I'll let it go for now. Sleep well."

Draco nodded as he stood and turned down the covers to his bed before climbing in. His body was aching, and he was sure he would have a headache the following day.

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''''TROLLING ABOUT HOGWARTS

In the late morning two days before today this reporter received news that something big was going to happen at Hogwarts. At first I thought it was a hoax, but my curiosity got the better of me and I went to check it out. On Halloween a day when Wizarding children should be dressed in costume and tricking or treating houses all was silent at the famous school.

Or so I thought.

Through out the day I had lurked within the halls listening to the chatter of students, something that brought me back to my Hogwarts days. Nothing seemed amiss until the current Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor ran screaming into the hall about a troll that was within the school.

All about the dinning hall it was silent before cries of terror rose, people fell out of their seats, and teachers gasped for fear of their students. A Troll was in the school. None other then Albus Dumbledore had stood and commanded the attention of the entire student body telling them to return to their dorms for the night in lue of the dance that had been promised for the upper years.

Never in all my life had I seen student rush from the great hall with such speed. However, there was one group of students that seemed to lag behind the others. As a reporter this caught my interest and I followed them. Five students, three Gryffindor and two Slytherin, made their way to the dungeons where the troll was said to be.

Through dark, dank, and moist halls I followed behind them and never had seen Gryffindors so afraid. The Slytherin students where the only two that didn't show hesitation at turning a corner. Though I could not hear what they spoke to one another I knew they had something planned. Something to do with the troll.

And Merlin was I right.

After following them for nearly a half hour red rubber ball seemed to appear from nowhere, this reporter assumes they were summoned. Each of the five soon hide behind a corner, as the balls seemed to spark with lightening. Then in unison the five called out a levitating spell and began to pelt the troll with the lightening enhanced balls.

They were silent as all seemed to go according to whatever plan they had devised. However that didn't seem to last as the troll, growing frustrated, swung his giant club at one of the students who was pushed out the onslaught.

This reporter watched the hall seemed to erupt into chaos. The student dodging the trolls great club for their very lives. Their rubber balls forgotten strewn across the hall. Just when this reporter was about to step in and lend a hand two of the students, who were later identified as Fred and George Weasly, made fire and water erupt from their wands, controlling their respected elements with the focus and control of an elemental master.

Their bodies danced around one another in only what I could describe as a dance as their wands moved. All the while one of the two females of the group leaned against a wall clearly in shock, the other merely stood off to the side calm and collected. Watching.

The male Slytherin who was the would be victim of the troll, Young Lord Draconis Malfoy, rolled around like a battle Wizard of old out of the way of the trolls club. He dodged, ducked, dipped, dove, and dodged out of the way. Never once did his eyes leave the troll.

I was shocked when I realized that the elements had pulled the trolls the club from it hands, the water, and burned it to ashes. Then all that could be heard was the loud buzzing as one of the balls hit the troll, causing the hall to light up with the amount of lightening released from it, and the thud that followed as the trolls body hit the stone floor. Silence rang through the hall then.

The young Malfoy heir in all his gallantry went over to assumingly comfort the young woman that was sitting against the wall. The twins stood still and the other young, and still unidentified, woman laughed. A few moments later the laughter as the friends that now shot the balls at one another could be heard.

Soon though the staff of Hogwarts came upon this scene and this reporter fled after hearing the Headmaster award points.

This account brings up many questions though. How could a troll end up INSIDE of Hogwarts when it is said to be one of the top Wizarding schools? How could the staff not make sure that five children weren't in their dorms? Is the safety of the students not the schools responsibility? Why would points be awarded for such a dangerous act?

I have no answer for those questions and the many more that arise, but I will find the answers in due time. Or else my name is not Rita.

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Thank you all for reading! I hope you all like this chapter as it took a long time to get past my writers block, and remember my password XD lol It's not BETA'd yet, but as soon as I get that I'll put the BETA'd version up.