Another Chappie here!

I would like to thank you marvelous people who inspire me to keep on writing even if it's crap and I would also like to apologize for making Snape a bit OC in this whole thing and such earlier parts

WARNING This fic has not been betaed and I am aware that the punctuation and the sentences are out of proper form but please bear with me. I only use the basic Grammarly and english is not my first language nor my best subject. I don't plan a career as an author and did not see the point of using paid software as I only write to have a brain fart or something

Nope, Still no money here

"Need a ride?" Sebastian asks carrying his broom. In its handle is an engraving of his initials. One of the gifts that his mother gave him that his bastard of a father cannot pawn.

He did not know why he suddenly had the urge to ask the wench to a ride in his prized broom but it probably has to do with the fact that the younger Weasleys have already taken off and the girl was left out as Harry was not allowed to go

"But Filch" Hermione protested looking around as if she will be given detention just by talking about it

"Is checking other students" he stated walking calmly towards the forbidden forest "close your mouth, Miss Granger. Are you coming or are you planning to eat flies the whole day?"

She followed him reluctantly to a clearing in the forest for if he got caught, it will reflect badly on her she reasoned to herself.

He tapped his booted foot this way and that compacting the ground as he checked for a stable part on which to take off. He found one easily and proclaimed it as the right spot.

"You better not drop me" she threatened as she sat in the front of the broom. It was a snug fit with both of them even with handy enlarging spells.

"because I cannot wait to pick up your slimy goo," he said rolling his eyes voice dripping with sarcasm before taking off with practiced ease

"Why you!" The girl closed her eyes shut and gave a small scream as they ascended.

"Miss Granger..." he whispered "Hermione" he called again fearing the girl have lost consciousness midair. "open your eyes"

"Oh Merlins we're up high!" she exclaimed giving a frightened shriek after as they soared above the fields holding on tighter on the broom.

"Gods can't you make it louder I believe the whole town hasn't heard your murderous screaming yet" he snapped as his ears stung by the sudden noise.

She did not respond and stayed silent while her body tensed

"I certainly liked the scenic route better," he said to fill in the silence looking ahead trying not to feel her body relax and push against him.

Hermione looked at the large flower fields that are blooming in violets and oranges then at the cottages that seem small in the distance between them in awe. In the distance, children got out and played in a circle. Some pointing and waving at them. She had not flown this way before although Harry and Ron tried to take her flying tried being the most part instead of flying.

She cannot help but agree with liking the more scenic rather than a faster route.

They landed in front of Flourish and Blotts where she asked to be dropped to pick up some books. Sebastian shrunk his broom and hid it in one of the pockets in his robes

"I will just pick up a package somewhere will I meet you here or shall I wait for you at the pub?

"Whichever is more convenient to you" she replied and walked to the storehouse of information

"I'll meet you there then" he concluded before he turned and made his way.

Had he turned around and waited for her to enter the establishment, he would have seen two quite large figures following and cornering her alone but he had not done so deciding instead to walk faster to his destination.

"Poor Little Miss mud blood. Are you left by your darling prince when he knew of your deficiency?" Crabbe taunted her. Goyle behind him snickers as they advanced trapping her in

"Leave her to me," Draco said suddenly appearing behind her shooting the others a hard glare and pulled her right arm

"Let me be Malfoy!" She pulled back her arm "Didn't your followers do enough damage that you need to dig it further?" she said walking towards a hidden part of the bookstore

"Hey" Draco called "um... sorry about that," he said before running out of the store to hide his embarrassment.

Sebastian, on the other hand, decided to tackle the problem that is also known as his properties. Since he was reintroduced as Sebastian Prince, the bank had been sending him requests to show up to settle the claim for the Price family account. Apparently, his grandfather harsh he may be with his mother for marrying a muggle settled for having him as the scion and now the master of the house after his death in the condition that he takes after his wizarding name as registered at wizengamut by his grandfather and not his muggle name that was given by his parents.

"Greetings may your gold multiply sevenfold" He greeted as he approached the goblin at the end of the long row of counters who was dressed smartly in what looked like a suit of a muggle banker but unlike the other goblins, this one wears chains of gold outside his clothing; a display of status in their rank.

"and may your enemies tremble" the head goblin replied rousing its head from whatever business it had. "How may I help you?"

He pulled out a rolled parchment that contained the summons and presented it towards the raised platform; a symbol of their elevated status economy wise. The goblin nodded and summoned another younger looking goblin

"Good Morning I am Galeus, current vault keeper of the Prince Vaults. Follow me if you will" It said walking towards another room away from the busy front part of the bank.

They passed a goblin made, flowing gold curtain that cancels all enchantments including poly juice and glamor. He was led to a cavernous room where the acknowledgment process start. The goblins have to ensure that he was the correct person to claim the vaults as it will ruin their reputation if they awarded unclaimed vaults to the firs person who claims it especially the ones that have not been accessed for years

The acknowledgment is a simple test. He was asked to give a sample of his blood with an enchanted ceremonial dagger made of silver, a precaution against werewolves and shapeshifters that most old and noble houses use. Not that the house is noble in his opinion.

The blade glowed green as it acknowledged his offering. Galeus then placed it in a hidden crevice where a door appeared on what was once a wall. The numbers 1916 appeared on the top of it followed by strange whirring noises behind the door that continued for a few moments as the mechanisms of the door clicked into place. The door finally opened with an audible click that echoed through the empty corridor.

The final test is if he will be recognized by the blood and mind wards to enter the vault. If its magic would not identify him as kin, he would surely be dead in a few minutes with mush for brain but if it did, he would be officially the holder of the account and its subsidiaries. He did not care for such but only hoped that it would not reach the prophet.

Sebastian took no heed on the piles of jewelry nor diamonds and other precious stones that surrounded him taking instead a plain black box settled in a corner. He also took a handful of galleons stuffing it in his sack and the key to the manor decorated with the family emblem. His duties would now extend to the manor and its care.

He was just about to catch Hermione in the bookstore when he saw two members of the inner circle having a silent conversation with taps and scratches. Their hand movements would have looked like an unusual yet allowed eccentricity not afforded to the baseborns but Sebastian knew better. Lucius and another unknown figure covered in a velvet hooded cape were talking about a new prospect that has promise and how the dark lord will be pleased with the recruit. He wanted to inch closer to know who they were talking about when a drunk man stumbled on his way and created a ruckus by protesting loudly about the new laws and such causing attention to shift in his direction even from the two. He blended into the shadows and left before he was seen; apparating into another dark alley back in Hogsmeade

He ran names of pureblood families in his head but cannot find one that warranted such conversation. All the dark allianced family are expected to join anyway and the light families would not even think about turning on the other side which leaves neutral families but which one? He could not think of one that would want to waste hard-won neutrality especially as it is won by shedding family blood.

"Where have you been?" She asked agitatedly as they bumped into each other. she walking towards the hogshead and him to the bookstore to fetch her as it is still early.

"I don't know... Picked up a mysterious package that contained what should be considered illegal contraband, Bought poisonous ingredients for potions, spied on death eaters maybe?"

The girl looked at him as if he grew a second head "you're joking right?"

He smirked "Of course, of course, I'm joking" at least about the poisonous ingredients part. Those will be more potent if harvested fresh. "now shall we have a drink milady?"

She broke in an inelegant curtsey "you honor me my prince" she said taking the proffered arm and leading him towards the Three Broomsticks. On the way there, Hermione paused to look at the displays in Gladrags Wizardwear to see the two youngest Weasleys extricated themselves out of the packed establishment

The whole student body is busy talking about the upcoming Halloween costume ball; The only Slytherin Idea they approved of, and Hermione Granger and Ginevra Weasley are not exceptions.

Albeit not being girly like their roommates, The whole walk they talked about cuts of dresses and speculated on who will come with who

It was all so normal to see them interact this way that it is almost tragic on its own to think that these young people who have not even reached the age of majority are faced with a war that they are not even prepared for. He had to work with that but first, the issue of the starry-eyed redhead who kept sending him her obscene version of come hither look that made him feel uneasy.

"Miss Weasley, A word?" He interrupted

"Of course" She replied motioning for the other two to go ahead

"What do you want out of this Miss Weasley?"

"I don't understand what you mean" She smiled

"We both know that you did not want me and that you are only using me to make someone jealous" Like Potter he wanted to add

"What do you say we end this farce and I brew you a love potion?"

"That's…"

"Repugnant, Ill-favored, Improper… Unacceptable?" He asked raising a challenging brow "We both know you are willing to do… worse Miss Weasley so let's not kid ourselves here hmmm? I give you a chance to see If there was a possibility… even the slightest one that he returns your feelings and in return, we end this… farce."

"How are you so sure?" She asked in an unsure whisper

"Believe me, I have seen a similar situation before." He whispered on the shell of her left ear before entering the pub leaving her to her thoughts until her brother called her over

Messrs. Longbottom and Ron sat at a table sipping their butterbeer while another lay untouched 'for Harry' they explained. The boy apparently found a way to sneak out of the castle in broad daylight. Miss Granger returned to the table with her friends who are both red-faced.

The lunch was, as usual, a brief affair with the boys' slightly disgusting table manners to which he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from commenting. Thankfully, Miss Granger took care of it for him berating them to close their mouth and stop eating like savages.

After the meal, the group decided to interrogate the newcomers on their plans about the ball. Sebastian who had enough of talking about frills, laces and ribbons directed the discussion about something more to his liking.

Miss Granger took up the stride and started talking about the spells they could use in the next meeting of their advanced study group. Potter also suggested some spells that he learned from the werewolf, Mr. Longbottom interrupted at times to ask questions and give some comments about the difficulty of the were talking animatedly when a group of Slytherins entered the pub and took up the surrounding tables.

Potter suggested that they move out and talk somewhere else but Mr. Weasley declines citing her older brothers and a sullen Miss Weasley as an excuse.

"Come with me," Sebastian said pulling the three "we have some... business to attend maybe you could think about my offer while at it? " He said looking at the young Miss Weasley who just returned a slight nod

He pinched some Floo powder and called For the Leaky Cauldron

"Where are we going?" The Gryffindor know it all asked as they passed shops of Diagon Alley and drove to the seedier part of the town

Sebastian pulled the group into a dark alley, pulled out his handkerchief transfigured it to a black cloak that covered his whole face and body making him look older and more menacing. the others followed the unsaid order and transfigured their own.

The foursome could have made a sight had they walked in such clothing on the student friendly shops but lucky for them, they are not the only ones who wore such costume the knock turn alley is filled with people who wore similar fashion.

"What do you want?"

No welcome was given to them by the lanky man on the counter. He was the type of bloke with forgettable features that allowed him to survive in the dark world he lives in

In fact, the whole place was specifically designed to be looked over as most of its content are illegal in different classifications

"My minions need new wands you imbecile"

"We don't provide wands just to anyone" the man grunted. His days are slow in sale but the patronage of the right kind keeps his shop floating and his pockets lined

"Not even for the third's?" Sebastian asked pulling out his secondary wand from that was created in memory of his first kill. A dark cherry wood wand with Netherbeast heartstring core. engraved at its base is the rune for Tiwaz that stands for Honor, justice, leadership, and authority. As if.

The man was surprised at the sight of the wand that was surely his mentor's work with the signature exotic wood and rune engraving. His mentor delved exclusively with the darkest of wands which this one is highly likely to be. It did not help that the business end of the wand was discreetly pointed at him. You did not draw a wand in this part of the town just for show. In the knockturn alley, you draw a wand to use it.

It also did not help that a member of the Inner Circle requested it. The third, as the outer circle and the dregs of society, referred to him was a legend. A closed off figure that only the innermost circle interacted with and one of the masters of the unforgivable curses. The first being the Dark Lord himself who masters the killing curse, the second is Bellatrix Lestrange who elevated crucio to an art form and the third was said to be the one who invented imperio itself. Tall words and mostly exaggerated but he did not dare correct it as it spread in magnanimous amounts and using it instead to his advantage

Even until now, Many still did not believe it was him and think that he was just used as a pawn to be convicted in Azkaban while the real third was off somewhere gathering forces for the Dark Lord

"Y-Yes if you will wait here"

the man brought out two trunks and enlarged it on the counter, one contains wand cores most of which are illegal or rare and the second was filled with wand woods

"You first select the core and then the wood," The man said

"Pick one that feels like it was calling out to you and hand it over" Sebastian instructed to the unmoving teens

The lads took off their gloves and proceeded to feel the cores while the young miss let out a sharp breath at the cores which was silenced immediately by a sharper look from him

Neville had chosen an 11 and a quarter inch Applewood with Erumpent Hide core

Miss Granger, a 10 three-quarter inch Willow with Snidget Feather core

And Potter an 11 inch Hawthorne with Re'em Horn core

the wands were created in about an hour as they watched the maker's every movement.

"that's 30 galleons each sir," The man said as the three raised their wands that simultaneously erupted in sparkles

"You're saying?" he asked raising an unseen brow

"Of course, I will be willing to give it for 20" The man gave a nervous chuckle to which he did not move

"I mean 18" The wandmaker offered. Sebastian's wand was again unsheathed from its holder

"15?"The man asked desperately. He played with his wand twirling it around

"Acceptable" He replied counting his coins and left the store without another word. Just in time as his right arm started trembling uncontrollably under his long robes causing him to lean on a stone wall. Blood dropped on the damp earth. He saw it and immediately kicked dirt to cover it and cleaned his nose with his left sleeve thankful that the black robe hide blood well

"You just stole from him" Miss Granger hissed as the three followed walking in an orderly, unhurried pace as he taught them

"No, if any, it was he who stole from me," he replied thinking back to the nether beast fang displayed in the counter

It was one thing to use an innocent's death to satisfy tradition. It was another to further desecrate the corpse by robbing it of the only dignity it was allowed to die with