Author's Notes:

When you start reading this chapter, a few might groan or say, 'seriously'. But, I would like you to be patient and read it. I am not giving you a filler chapter, no matter how it may appear. There is actually some key points in this chapter that matter. *Hint* *Nudge* *Wink* Alright I am going to stop. Just read the chapter.

Enjoy

"But she's a werewolf!" The statement was said with so much disgust that it should have made Abigail feel small. It should have made her feel bad, it should have made her retreat in on herself or to start hating who she is again. It should have… but it didn't. As she sat in the middle of the Headmistresses office, surrounded by every teacher in the school, she felt nothing but anger. Who are they to judge her? Who are they to act as if she is some diseased rabid animal? As if she was a harm to someone outside of the full moon. As if she was something for them to sneer at like some second-class citizen.

She had to marvel at her own line of thinking. Just days ago, the statement would have made her shrink and the loathing that is always readily available in her mind would have doubled. Abigail had been sheltered her whole life, it was only her father and the rare occasional visitor. Her own hatred of her existence had seemed so vast that the idea of other people out there thinking the same thing used to cripple her mindset. But when faced with actual prejudice, it had the opposite impact. What gave them the right to treat her like that? Who did they think they were?

Abigail squared her shoulders and didn't bother turning around to see who had said that. She knew it was her aunt and surprisingly enough, there wasn't any pain at the words. She had known long ago that her aunt was someone who would never accept her if she had known the truth. That was alright. So far, the only positive thing about the day was the fact that no one had suspected she was someone else. The new identity that Remus and Severus provided for her had passed inspection. Spells had been cast by some of the suspicious teachers, those who had a hard time believing there was a letter with her name on it that had supposedly gone unnoticed. She couldn't blame their line of thinking but had grinned internally when their spells came up empty.

The new identity wasn't bad, it was just letting go of a piece of who she is. Losing her name felt like losing a limb. It made everything more real. As if changing her appearance was just for fun. But changing her name? That sent everything into perspective. She was no longer Abigail Williams. She would never answer to that name again.

Adeline Taylor. She wasn't in love with the name but she didn't hate it either. She had been surprised when they didn't steer away from a name starting with an 'A'. Severus had just said that it was enough of a difference from Abigail that it didn't matter if it started the same way. Also, he reckoned they could call her Addie and that was close enough to Abbie, which is what her father called her. If she concentrated on not listening to the syllables when they said Addie that she could almost remember what it was like to have her father say Abbie. Almost.

Abigail raised her chin in the air and looked the Headmistress straight on. "I don't see what that has to do with anything, Ma'am." There was a silence that greeted her statement and she reveled in it. Good, that meant they were at least listening.

"I am under the impression that there is a werewolf on your staff as well." She pointed out. "If he can make persuasions every month, why can't I?" She questioned. "We could even go through the cycle together." She offered with a shrug. That would be something she would enjoy. Her father had always locked her away during the full moon. Which had a negative impact on her inner wolf. They weren't meant to be locked up or caged in. They were built to run and explore. They were meant to be free. If they had the wolfsbane potion, they would be safe to run the Forbidden Forest. It would be fun to have someone with her for that.

"Also." She continued when no one responded. Abigail narrowed her eyes at the Headmistress when the lady wasn't showing any reactions. "It is illegal to deny me entrance due to the fact I am a werewolf."

That seemed to do the trick. She watched the Headmistress sit up straight and level a calculating look at her.

"If we take percussions, I see no reason to deny a student willing to learn." Minerva said with a tilt of her head. She was intrigued by the girl enough to let this go. She didn't want to have to face an inquiry if they were to bar her admittance.

"But Minerva." Charlotte piped up with furrowed brows. "What will the other children think?"

Remus growled lowly in his throat, startling the other teachers. "They won't be thinking anything, since her status as a werewolf won't go past this room." There was a threat to his tone of voice that had everyone raising their brows.

"The students have a right to know." Charlotte argued back hotly, getting in Remus's face. "The parents have a right to know what is being admitted entry. This isn't a secret we should be keeping."

Severus had to hold onto his lover's hand firmly when it looked as if Remus might lunge at her.

"You talk as if I am not here." Abigail spoke up, still not turning around to look at her aunt. "There is no reason that my status should be leaked out to the rest of the school. I am not something they need to fear. I am not a problem outside of the full moon. A few days out of thirty has made you see me as something I just am not. I am not a monster." Her voice was wavering the longer she spoke. This was harder than she thought it would be. How hypocritical was it that she was lecturing her aunt for saying the very same things she has thought herself?

"If you would like." Remus began with anger clearly heard. "We can go on record with your opinions and I can see if the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures will sanction a teacher who is so obviously biased towards Magical Creatures. To think that you would even suggest letting her status slip is a violation of several laws."

The glare Charlotte was leveling Remus was one that might have had weaker men relenting but he was serious. He wasn't a fan of the Ministry, nor did he think that they would actually do their job but the threat was still powerful.

The silence was broken by a loud crash, splintered wood, heavy panting and mumbled swearing.

"Sorry. Sorry. I outta o' known that would happen." Hagrid apologized as he sent the broken chair regretful looks. "Blimey, they are brittle aren' they?" When no one said anything, he rubbed his beard nervously.

Abigail had turned around at the noise and was surprised to see the large man. She sniffed the air discreetly and her brows rose in surprise. Hybrid giant. Hmmm. That was interesting. She was beginning to like Hogwarts more and more.

Hagrid smiled warmly at the girl. "Me name 's Hagrid. Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Adeline." Abigail said without a single grimace this time. It was getting easier to pretend.

Minerva cleared her throat to get everyone's attention back on her. She sent Remus a warning look while also shaking her head towards Charlotte. "There will be no need for threats." She chided before looking to Charlotte. "Miss Taylor's status as a werewolf will not leave this office." The warning was clear.

"What are we supposed to tell the students when they ask where she is?" Matthew Jameson spoke up. "They are going to notice that she is leaving for a few days out of the month."

"Why not have her leave during the fool moon and then also later in the month for a day or two?" Severus asked as if it was obvious. "If she is only ever gone during the full moon, it won't matter what excuse we give, it will be obvious." He paused to stare rather unimpressed at everyone. "Logically it makes sense to have her gone for another small-time period as well."

"So she gets rewarded with time away from the school for being a werewolf?" Charlotte's voice was full of outrage.

Remus rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because all of this is just a walk in the park." He ignored her glare. "She can go home to her parents' home for those two extra days. She will still have the same homework of the other students. It isn't like we are saying to just let her have two free days where she does nothing."

Abigail's eyes widened. Home? She didn't have a home. What was Remus playing at? She caught Severus's eyes and relaxed at the calm warning in them. He was telling her that they had it covered.

Minerva made a thoughtful noise as she thought it over. "Any thoughts on this?" She addressed the room at large. Not as if she needed their input or approval but it was always nice to hear what her teachers had to say.

"I disagree with it all." Abigail barely kept her groan from escaping at her aunt's words.

"Noted." Minerva retorted with a shake of her head. "You have made that quite clear." A few teachers chuckled.

"I have made my decision." Minerva stated when no one else voiced an opinion. "Adeline." She looked to the second year with a small smile. "Welcome to Hogwarts." She held out her hand for the girl to shake.

Abigail breathed a sigh of relief before extending her hand politely. They did it. They actually did it. She wanted to jump for joy but chose not to. That could wait until later.

"What about her sorting?" One of the teachers in the back asked when everyone had stood up.

"Ah." Minerva paused for a moment. "I suppose we could sort her at dinner tonight." She sent an apologetic look to the girl. "Normally it would be an entire year of students getting sorted but with you coming so late, you will have to be the only one."

Abigail wrinkled her nose but chose not to say anything. She just nodded her head. She didn't like this idea. She would've rather had the sorting in here instead of in front of the whole school.

A noise had everyone looking up at interest towards a clock on the wall. "That will be lunch." Minerva ushered everyone out of the room.

Abigail waited until the other teachers passed before she made her way to Remus and Severus. She could barely contain her excitement. A hard look from Severus had her looking to the floor. She knew that she couldn't break cover so she kept quiet.

"Pansy and Blaise should be in the Great Hall for lunch." Remus told her gently. "I think they had some homework to get done but they said they wanted to hear how the meeting went."

Seeing her new friends had Abigail's excitement flaring back up. "What are we waiting for?" She asked impatiently. "Let's go." She didn't even wait for them to follow along before she was running down the corridor and dodging the students she found to be going too slow for her liking.

Severus sighed heavily as he looked to Remus. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

Remus could hear the teasing glint to his voice and he smiled warmly at him. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a few third years looking at him oddly. He knew that they thought it was odd that anyone would smile at Severus willingly. He wished people could see that his lover had more sides to him than just surly and mean.

"I am not entirely sure." Remus retorted with a shake of his head. "But I am intrigued enough to want to find out."

The smile his lover sent his way, had Severus wishing he could take him into his arms. He couldn't wait until the year was over and he was done with teaching. They would be able to be expressive without worrying about nosy students.

"Any thoughts on which house she will be in?" Severus wondered as they reached the doors to the Great Hall.

"Hmm." Remus hummed in thought as he waved at Pansy and Blaise. He smiled when he noticed that Abigail was seated between the two of them. He could see her rapidly talking and he was glad that the two of them had taken her under their wings. "I was thinking Slytherin or possibly Ravenclaw."

Severus hoped she wasn't in Slytherin. Not because he wouldn't welcome her, no, he feared for what could happen to her. His house was not the best place to be as of yet. She did have qualities that he thought would make a great Slytherin.

"I was thinking perhaps Gryffindor." Severus added his own thoughts. "But I do see the merit of the other two as well."

Remus had not considered Gryffindor but now that he thought about it, he could see her inside that house too. He loved trying to figure out where students would go. He did not envy the sorting hat one bit. It would be rather hard to decipher through someone's ideals and personality enough to fit them in one house.

Severus winced when they made it to the head table and noticed that Pansy, Blaise and Abigail were all laughing. "They are going to corrupt her." He whispered.

The statement had Remus letting out a startled laugh. He ignored the curious looks from the students and the teachers near them. He knew that they suspected something was going on between the two of them.

Remus looked back to the Slytherin table to see the three in question back in a discussion. His guess was it must have something to do with their shop, because Blaise's hands were moving rapidly as he spoke. There were only a few things that Blaise was passionate about and Remus had a hunch that that was what they were talking about.

"You might be right." Remus admitted with a grin as he looked back to his lover. "Would that be so bad?"

"Yes." Severus answered immediately. "It would. We already have the quartet. Do we need a mini me version of the four of them?" He shuddered at the thought. "What a nightmare. We shouldn't have let her near them."

Remus threw his head back and laughed warmly. "We could always use their ability to find laughter in all situations though." Remus pointed out as he tried to control his grin. "The quartet always has a joke that makes one smile."

"I beg to differ." Severus scoffed. "I can count on one hand the number of times they have made me smile." He argued his point. "One time and that was only when George was afraid of me."

Remus hid a smug smile behind his pumpkin juice. Severus wasn't one to smile, unless it was just the two of them. He loved that he was able to get expressions out of his partner. "What about smiling on the inside?" He countered.

Severus leveled him with an unimpressed stare and an arched brow. "Does it look like I smile internally?"

Remus snorted, causing his pumpkin juice to go down wrong. He coughed a couple times trying to clear his throat. He noticed that Severus seemed pleased with his ability to make him laugh. He would have said something but his pipes weren't quite up for that yet.

"Are you alright?" Severus asked as he hit Remus's back in a few pats. He was amused with the whole thing.

Before Remus could say anything, a voice next to them interrupted.

"Have cheering charms been affecting you both?" Filius asked as he sat down next to Remus. "I can't imagine Severus here is the cause." There was a teasing quality to his tone that had Severus rolling his eyes.

"I assure you Filius, I am a riot." The deadpan way he spoke had Filius and Remus snorting.

"It would see that I stand corrected." Filius shook his head with a smile as he piled his plate full of food. "I only asked since my fourth years were practicing them in a revision as homework and I feared you had somehow gotten on the wrong side of one."

Remus had to bite his lip to stop from smiling at the indignant noise his partner released.

"Are you suggesting that a simple fourth year had bested me and managed to place a cheering charm on me?" The dangerous quality to Severus's voice should have made Filius wary but the man seemed to find it funny.

"Yes." Filius's lips quivered. "I do suppose that is what I am implying." He shared a look with Remus and they both couldn't contain their laughter.

Severus sighed heavily as their horrible attempt at muffling their chuckles permeated the table. "Why do I insist on torturing myself with the two of you on a daily basis?" He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Ah, don' say that." Hagrid's loud voice boomed around them as he sat down on Filius's left. Severus really did groan this time. Three against one were horrible odds, especially when dealing with this lot.

"Hagrid." Remus and Filius said in a pleased voice.

"You are just in time for our discussion." Remus couldn't hide his amusement.

"Yes." Filius added. "We were discussing the possibility of a fourth year getting the best of Severus." They both ignored the slight growl Severus released.

Hagrid's brows rose and he chuckled nervously. "I 'spect the odds are slim." He admitted honestly.

"Thank you, Hagrid." Severus sent him a firm nod of approval as he shot the two still chuckling glares.

"I can't wait to see the shop." Abigail breathed out with a little awe. The stories Pansy and Blaise had told her about the products were making her imagination go off the charts.

"Just wait till you meet Fred and George." Blaise felt a pang of longing fill him when he thought of his lover and friend. He knew he had just seen them yesterday but that had been the first day in nearly a month that they had contact outside of owls and a few firecalls.

"They sound pretty interesting." She looked between Pansy and Blaise and noticed the sad looks between her friends. "You are dating George, right?" She asked Blaise. When he looked disgusted, she knew she had successfully distracted him.

"Salazar no." Blaise shook his head vehemently. That was wrong on so many levels. "Fred is my boyfriend." He sighed happily at the thought of his red headed monstrosity.

Pansy snorted at how quickly Blaise went from grossed out to a sappy idiot. She traded an amused look with Abigail.

"Weasleys?" The doubtful voice had them looking up.

Abigail looked at the new girl in interest. There was a smell to her that was intriguing. The girl wasn't a Magical Creature. That much she knew. But there was definitely a certain smell to her that let Abigail know that the girl had recently been touched by one. The heady smell surrounding her was enough to let her know that it was probably a significant other.

Pansy grinned at Millicent. "I haven't told you?" It wasn't all that surprising. There hadn't been many opportunities to gossip lately.

"Millie, I am dating George Weasley." A few heads turned towards her at the statement. She looked up to see that a few Ravenclaws at the next table over had heard her. She ignored them.

Millicent arched a brow. "And you are dating the other twin of terror?" She asked Blaise.

Pansy and Blaise snorted at the title. Blaise nodded while he made a mental note to let Fred and George know of this new name. He knew they would both love it.

"Huh." Millicent furrowed her brows. "I am surprised." She admitted with a shrug. "But I am more intrigued than anything."

"What about you?" Abigail asked. She knew it was rude to ask before introducing herself but she was fascinated by the smell wafting off the other girl. She leaned forward in the ruse of reaching for a roll, she breathed deeply and her brows rose in surprise at the new smell. Vampire. The girl most likely had a Vampire as a significant other.

"Who are you?" Millicent retorted instead of replying. "I have never seen you before."

Abigail grinned. "Adeline Taylor. I just transferred today." She reached out and shook the other girl's hand.

"Are you in Slytherin?" Millicent wondered as she looked at the girl. "What are you a first year?"

"Second year." Abigail corrected. "I will be sorted at dinner." She furrowed her brows when the girl seemed upset.

"Dang. I was hoping you would be one of my charges."

Pansy noticed Abigail's confusion. "Millicent is a captain for the Slytherin first years."

"That didn't clear anything up." Abigail retorted dryly with an arched brow.

"Great, she is already taking after Severus." Blaise mumbled. "Like we need another one of him."

They spent the remainder of lunch explaining the hierarchy and rules of the Slytherin house, just in case that is where she would be placed.

Abigail wasn't sure which house she wanted to go into. She had always thought that going to Hogwarts as a fantasy. Something she dreamed about before falling asleep on lonely nights. So she had never really given much thought to the actual houses. Gryffindor didn't seem too bad but she didn't fancy herself as being very brave. Hufflepuff was alright but she didn't think she would get along with other Hufflepuffs if she was placed there. Ravenclaw sounded like somewhere where she might meet others who liked to learn as much as she did. She had watched a few of them earlier and they looked a little stuck up though.

Slytherin seemed like it would be a lot of fun but the looks the other students were giving them made her question being placed in that house. She didn't understand the hostility that seemed to be going on. Abigail told herself to ask Pansy or Blaise about it later. For now, she was going to enjoy talking to the other students. She grinned when she heard laughter coming from the teacher's tables. She smiled at the exasperated expression on Severus's face while Remus seemed to be overflowing with happiness. If this is what Hogwarts was like, she would grow to really like it here.

Eyes. There were too many eyes upon Abigail. She didn't like it one bit. The moment McGonagall had stood up and started telling the students of her transfer, it was as if everyone had forgotten that it was rude to stare. Had their parents taught them nothing?

As the headmistress droned on, Abigail tried counting all of the rude people but she lost count after awhile. When there was an odd silence, it took a moment for her to realize that McGonagall was done talking and was staring expectantly at her. Crap. Was she supposed to say something? There wasn't going to be a test was there? Because she couldn't remember a single word of the woman's speech. Tests weren't her thing.

The stool in front of the table, near the center, had her deducing that she was supposed to sit there. She marched over to the chair and swallowed uncomfortably at the stares that were still directed at her. Merlin, she didn't like this.

She felt something being dropped on her head and knew that it was the sorting hat. It was a tad too big and went past her eyes, which she was grateful for, since it was blocking out the other students.

'Unusual.' A voice whispered into her mind. 'Transfer student does not suit you.' There was a slight pause that had Abigail's heart race increasing.

'Not to worry. Secrets of the mind do not escape me. No one will know what I see. Hmmm. Loyalty in spades. Bravery in silence. Knowledge in abundance. Cunning in disguise. Difficult to place.'

Abigail wasn't sure what to make of that. She didn't have a preference for any particular house. She would be satisfied with any in the end.

'No input or desires. Interesting. Better be….'

"RAVENCLAW!" The hat yelled in her head and out loud for everyone to hear.

Abigail heard the sound of clapping hands before the hat was lifted off her head. She made her way towards the Ravenclaw table. She waved to Pansy and Blaise as she passed. When she sat down and looked at the people nearby, she furrowed her brows at the less than pleased looks on their faces.

"What?" She demanded to know. Not even seconds into her new house and the people were less than friendly.

"You can't be friends with Slytherins while in Ravenclaw house." A boy who appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen spoke up in an air of authority.

"Says who?" She retorted. "They have been nice to me." She could see the chances of friends slowly slipping away. She sighed internally. Oh well. Quality not quantity. She would be happy with just her Slytherin friends.

"That isn't how it is done." The boy narrowed his eyes as he gestured to his prefect badge. "I say so." He added pompously before turning around and ending the conversation.

"Ignore him." A dreamy voice drifted next to her. Abigail startled slightly. She couldn't remember the girl being there when she sat down. The girl's blonde hair was flowing freely and blue eyes only met her gaze for a moment before wandering all over the room.

"The winged parstilios are suffocating his mental capacity and making it too drafty."

Abigail blinked rapidly at the odd girl. She tilted her head to the side as she tried to come up with something to say. She watched in fascination as the girl nodded her head, as if Abigail had responded somehow.

"Oh yes." Luna agreed. "I don't quite know what to say about him either."

Abigail snorted in surprise. She wasn't sure what to think of this girl. But she did seem a hell of a lot friendlier than the prefect.

"Luna Lovegood." There was no handshake, only a small smile as the girl's eyes still wandered around the room. Abigail had to wonder if the girl ever really looked anyone in the eye.

"Adeline Taylor."

Luna tilted her head back and forth. "Sort of."

Abigail quickly looked around to make sure no one was paying them any attention. She was panicking on the inside. Had she made a mistake somewhere?

"Don't fret." Luna chided gently as she began humming a tune. "I am here to be a friend not a foe."

"Friend." Abigail repeated slowly. She eyed the odd girl with consideration. It would take some getting used to if she was actually going to be this girl's friend. Normal she was not. That is for sure.

"Look." Luna pointed at the head table without turning her gaze from where they had latched onto watching the closed doors of the Great Hall. "Something is happening."

Sure enough, when Abigail followed Luna's finger, she saw that the Sorting hat was wiggling out of McGonagall's hand. It flopped on the floor and opened its mouth.

"Years ago I warned you,

Heed me you did not.

The words were not a falsity or constructed misconception.

I spoke of the signs and the known perils,

That were plainly written on the walls.

I requested unity and hoped you would prevail.

Instead of understanding and cohabitation,

Hogwarts is wrought with nothing but hostility and fear.

Foes and enemies alike,

Seek to destroy, in the plight of saving humanity.

How wrong they are and blinded by near insanity.

Things are not as they seem nor are they alright,

Despite the coverage of those who write.

Change is coming while history is repeating.

People are dying and magic is awoken.

You all have a part to play,

Whether that path be destruction or restoration.

Instead of dealing in facts and imploring the truth,

I beg of you to sit up straight, open your ears and listen to my words.

For if unity cannot be found and the disrupt continues,

This will be the last time we gather and my silence will be deafening.

Hogwarts will be no more, society will crumble and the world shall cease to be.

Take my words at face value and let this be a lesson for all,

For I fear the consequences if I have to watch you fall."

The silence that followed the sorting hat's words really was deafening. Pansy shared a startled look with Blaise. Neither of them could ever remember the sorting hat singing without an actual sorting before. This wasn't the first time the hat had been known to give out warnings but they had all assumed the last warning had been over The Dark Lord.

Whispers broke out everywhere as students tried deciphering just what exactly the hat could have meant. What danger was coming? What enemies? How would unity solve anything?

"Unity." The Ravenclaw prefect sneered. "We are united. Us against them." He jerked his thumb towards the Slytherin table.

Abigail rolled her eyes before gnawing on her bottom lip.

"Venadere." Abigail whispered before snapping her head up to make sure that no one else had heard her. She relaxed when no one was paying her any mind. Her new housemates were watching McGonagall take the hat away.

"Yes." Luna whispered just as lowly.

Abigail turned wide eyes to the blonde girl, who was staring at the doors as if she was waiting for someone.

"They are only the beginning." Luna declared in a serious voice. A tone that Abigail instantly disliked. For some reason, this girl wasn't meant to be serious.

Abigail thought over the statement with a thoughtful hum. It made sense. She had thought the hat's warning had been a bit too… disastrous for it to be just the Venadere. The destruction of the world? That seemed out of the Venadere's pay grade. She looked back to Luna, only to wrinkle her nose at the determined stare the girl had at the doors.

"Are you expecting someone?"

A mysterious smile played along Luna's lips. "You could say that."

Abigail pouted as she let out a little noise of frustration. What was with the vague answers? Perhaps this friendship thing was considered too soon.

"Evening mail has arrived." Luna declared suddenly in a sing-sing tone.

The words caused Abigail to look up but there weren't any owls coming in. She was about to dispute the statement when suddenly a flock of owls came pouring in. She blinked rapidly before starting at Luna in bewilderment. How in the world had the girl known that? Despite the frustrating lack of a solid conversation, Abigail couldn't help but take a liking to Luna. The girl was interesting in ways Abigail had never encountered before.

"I thought most mail came in the morning." Questioned Abigail as she watched several people around the Great Hall catch items being dropped by owls.

"Conforming to a routine can be boring."

Abigail opened her mouth in confusion. What did that even mean?

"What she means." Began a fond voice. "Is that usually only the evening paper of the Daily Prophet is delivered."

Abigail looked up to see a boy sit right across from Luna. He appeared to be the same age as Luna or possibly older. He had on Gryffindor robes. She arched a brow at his explanation. How in the world did he decipher her statement into that?

"Neville Longbottom." Neville looked to the girl next to Luna curiously. Usually, Luna doesn't associate with her housemates. He wondered what was different about this one to warrant her attention. He had noticed that the girl had made friends with Pansy and Blaise as well. He was definitely curious.

"Adeline Taylor." She extended her hand out to the boy as she shot Luna a narrowed look. She wasn't sure if the girl would tell her friend about her real name.

"Friend, not foe." Luna repeated a little less dreamily than she had been before. Abigail wondered if she had insulted her somehow with her doubts.

Neville reached his hand up to catch his paper from the owl. He dug out a few knuts and made sure to place it securely in the pouch tied to its leg. He normally wouldn't even bother reading the horrible thing but Luna insisted it was wise to know what the misinformed reported.

Several loud exclamations drew Abigail's attention just as Neville let out a choked noise. She looked alarmed at the suddenly shocked or angry people around the room. "What?" She asked curiously. When Neville didn't respond, she looked to Luna but of course the girl was still staring at the stupid doors.

Pansy choked on her pumpkin juice when she read the head line of the Evening Prophet. Blaise looked over and wheezed in horror as he too began to read.

Draco Malfoy Saves Harry Potter's Life

This was just reported in from several contacts across seas. Earlier this morning on the way to an International Reporters Convention in America, Florida to be exact, one of our reporters , me, came across the horrible scene of Harry Potter on the ground unable to move. See below the ghastly photo.

Pansy frowned at the picture of Harry on the ground. She could make out a fireplace in the distance and wondered if they had been flooing somewhere. Harry didn't look good. Even in the black and white depiction, she could see that he was most likely pale and sweating profusely.

It is not apparent what exactly Mister Potter had been ill with but it was obvious to those witnessing it that medical attention should have been called. The International Terminal did not call for help nor did they alert the nearest hospital. They have declined to comment on the situation and refuse to speak without a lawyer present.

While Mister Potter was potentially dying on the floor with no one batting an eye, Mister Malfoy sprung into action and immediately started brewing a potion. Right there in the terminal. He managed to brew a dangerous potion if done wrong, without a lab or even a cauldron. The room did not have customer access readily available so the only conclusion to Mister Malfoy being able to heat up his potion, is that he allowed some of his magic to be the receptor. Interesting. Most people would not have done so.

Recently rumors of their supposed marriage being a farce have been called into question. Look closely, my readers, you can see Mister Potter's markings of the in perpetuum simul ceremony. Not to mention the ring on his finger. Mister Malfoy has the same markings. It would appear the Quibbler had been correct in reporting of their marriage. Harry Potter is indeed married to one Draco Malfoy.

Blaise looked down when the photo changed to Draco rushing over with a potion. The photos bled into several more of Draco tending to Harry. He watched the worry on his best friend's face as he wiped sweat off of Harry's forehead, showing his scar. He was worried for the both of them and annoyed that they had not received any word of this. Why were they finding out from the Daily Prophet?

As you can clearly see Mister Potter was in good hands today. Mister Malfoy tended to him with patience and care of someone who he obviously cares a lot about.

Pansy smiled slightly when Draco pulled Harry into his lap and held him as the potion took effect. She was impressed with the quality of the photos and how many had been taken. Her smile grew when Harry kissed Draco firmly in view of an apparent audience.

The potion worked as it should and Mister Potter was feeling good enough to thank his husband with a sweet kiss. I, alike the other members of the crowd of nosy patrons was impressed with Mister Malfoy's potion brewing skills and quick thinking. A future career as a Potions Master would not be surprising.

Blaise and Pansy frowned when someone must have said something because Harry and Draco jerked a little in the photo and looked wide eyed at the crowd of people.

As soon as someone identified the both of them, they quickly left the terminal and went to an unknown destination. Some rumors have since popped up since then, they state that the two young men are on their honeymoon. Tips and other sightings around the world seem to confirm this theory. While the statements and photos of these witnesses are being verified, it is clear that the power couple has visited several countries over the near past month. Is there an underlying reason? Or are they just enjoying their honeymoon? Either way, it does not matter. Anyone with eyes can see the two are in love. Hopefully this article dispels any further rumors and quiets the persistent naysayers as of late.

-D. Day, Daily Prophet intern reporter.

Pansy let out a low whistle. "Intern?" She wondered a little skeptically. Normally and intern wouldn't be allowed to report directly to the paper. She was surprised they had spun a positive article about them and not the normal trash that Skeeter releases. It was smart of them to release it tonight and not tomorrow morning when Skeeter's usual reports go out.

"D. Day?" Blaise questioned. He wondered who this person was but was grateful for the article, even if it was a little dramatic. He sincerely doubted that Harry had been about to die.

"Sweet Salazar." Millicent wheezed as she read her own paper. "They really are married." She was staring at the photo of then kissing with something akin to wonder.

Pansy and Blaise folded their arms across their chest as they glared at her. "We told you they were together." They retorted in unison.

The whole Slytherin table seemed to be listening intently to the conversation. They weren't the only ones either, the Hall had gone quiet as everyone looked to Pansy and Blaise, who had not noticed the extra attention.

"We were at their wedding." Pansy said with a sniffle. She did not appreciate her words being doubted.

"Yeah…" Millicent trailed off delicately when she realized that she had insulted them. "It just seemed so unlikely. I mean they have always hated each other."

Before Blaise or Pansy could retort, several students from other tables stood up with their fists raised.

"That's because Malfoy corrupted him!"

"Harry wouldn't have married him!"

"Lies!"

"It is all fake!"

"This is why Slytherins aren't to be trusted!"

The onslaught of yelling was getting out of control. None of the Slytherins knew what to say. Now they were being blamed for someone's marriage, that had nothing to do with them? What?

"Quiet!" Minerva yelled with her voice enhanced. She sighed when the noise only increased and the angry retorts were being strewn around. When wands were drawn, all the teachers stood up to prepare to break anything up.

Abigail looked around with wide eyes. "What the hell kind of school did I get myself into?" She whispered to herself as she doubted all decisions before this one. She might have heard Neville snort but it was hard to hear over all the shouting and angry noises. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Luna looked away from the door for the first time in a while. She opened her mouth to ask about that but the doors banged open loudly. Even amidst the yells, the sound reverberated off the walls, effectively ending all the commotion.

Not a single noise could be heard when heads turned to see the intruders.

Anger was radiating off both Harry and Draco as they stood in the entrance to the Great Hall, hands entwined and eyes roaming around the room. They took in the students standing, the raised fists and the fingers pointing towards the Slytherin table with narrowed eyes.

Draco narrowed his eyes when he noticed that not a single Slytherin was sitting on the side where their backs would be turned. Every single one of his Slytherins had their backs against the wall so that they could see the other tables. It made him angry to think that they weren't even safe enough to eat normally. He tightened his hold on Harry's hand, needing the comfort and the grounding that always happened near his husband.

With Harry's comfort, Draco let his magic out and marched forward toward the Slytherin table as his anger exploded around him. Silverware shook and plates rattled as they walked by. Heaven help them all.

Author's Notes:

So, you may have noticed that this is the last chapter of this instalment. Don't panic. Don't worry. I did this for a reason. The second instalment was always meant for their honeymoon. What happens at Hogwarts will be their own instalment. I could have combined it and had another long book but I didn't like that idea. I will be back with the new installment sometime within the next seven days. If you are not subscribed to my author updates, I would recommend doing that, so that you don't miss the next update. If you just like to check periodically, then okay, that works too. Lol.

For the actual chapter. I wanted to give you all some more thoughts and perspective of my characters. I do realize that Blaise and Pansy didn't have a whole lot of points of view. I had this chapter be a lot about Abigail for reasons I won't go into. :P Also, I wanted to show different views to Hogwarts. I wanted you all to see the teachers interacting as well. I think the Filius and Remus teasing Severus is my favorite part. Hagrid. He is rather hard to write. I had to go back and study the way he talks. I haven't mastered it but I am trying.

The timeline. So, there is a time difference between Florida and England, obviously. It is a five hour difference, with England ahead. Harry and Draco were at the international terminal early in the morning and spent about half a day at Disney World. Which could still fit the time of being there for dinner seem plausible.

I am sure you noticed that there were several characters that I did not show you what they were thinking. That was intentional. If I want to change that later on I will. But it would be a lot to show you what they are all thinking.

I would've had the chapter posted yesterday but the sorting hat's song was what stopped me. Well... it was a little hard for me. I hate poems, and that is essentially what his songs sound like to me. There wasn't much rhyming, that was because I suck shit at stuff like that. Lol. Just deal with it. I want you all to think back to the fifth book when the hat gave out its warning. Not the whole song, just the warning at the very end. If you have the time to look at it, it might make more sense to this warning in my book. It is actually pretty easy to fit into my own story. His warning doesn't necessarily have to have been for Voldemort. The plea for unity fit so well with my story and it was honestly easy to include it into here that I think it was gifted from the muse gods.

There were several things I am hoping you all take from this chapter. Quite a few key points were mentioned. Some subtle, *Hint* *Hint* and some of them were pretty blatant. Well, my kind of blatant.

Luna. She has grown on me. I can remember debating about killing her in the first book. I am glad I didn't. She will make a good frustrating friend for Abigail.

The article, that was something I planned to do from the moment I had a whole crowd of people watching them. It was too public for people to not take notice. Also, there is something about the article I want you to keep in mind for later. It was something Pansy said.

The title of the chapter should help with some of the hints. I thought it was obvious who this supposed ally might be. But that could just be me. *Shrugs*

Favorite quote of the chapter, 'Does it look like I smile internally?'

I will be back soon. Hopefully you liked not only this chapter but this instalment as well. See you soon. :)

-XxTheDarkLordxX