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They had found Horace Slughorn dead within the confines of an abandoned potions classroom on the seventh floor with blood dripping from his rectum and his throat slit. His beady eyes were forever shocked in surprise, his mouth handing open as if he were about to scream out his dying breath. It was the gruesome scene that Dustin and Luna had walked upon. The pair didn't seem surprised, in fact both had seen this day coming in one of their many trances. This was a flashback to the trance Dustin had in the beginning of the term. Slughorn was the first victim he had seen.

"This is the beginning," he whispered to Luna. Tears were glassed over on his eyes, but he didn't let them fall. "Do you realize what's going to happen? All those lives?" he questioned to the girl beside him.

"Lives that need to be done with, Dustin," she said softly as she circled the body with equal tears in her eyes. "Ginny was lucky she wasn't killed like he was." She stared at Dustin. "I saw your eyes when we all found her. What attacked her?"

Dustin pressed his mouth firmly together, crossing his arms. He shook his head with a very worn out smile. "From the marks and the physical evidence it's more likely to be a Satyr attack."

"And those are?"

The boy sighed, sitting atop a potions table. "It's one of the more dangerous creatures we know of besides the Minotaur. Satyrs are basically the male side of nature." Luna sat across from him, listening intently. The body was almost forgotten. "They're ravenous, mean, and hostile. Their sex drives are ten times those of a regular man." Luna's eyes bulged. "And they don't 'make love' so to speak. They find unsuspecting victims," he glanced at Slughorn's body. "They rape them and usually kill them."

"What about the bite marks?"

"Claiming territory," Dustin replied with a dark tone in his voice. "Once you're claimed by some creature they'll bite you. No other creature will come near you except for themselves. And by judging on how many marks there were on Ginny, it'll probably come back for a second round."

Luna sighed, staring down at the body of her once potion's master. "We better go report this to Alana. She's still in the Astronomy tower if I remember correctly."

"Yes," he agreed. "Better now before his corpse starts to smell."

They set off together, running at full force when something hit them that knocked them back a few feet onto the floor. The castle shook, and the call of the Satyr echoed in their ears, but it was far away from them. Then that's when the vision hit. Zane and Harry kissing. The battles becoming more violent then before. Bloodbath after bloodbath. Alliances breaking. The Gods themselves aiding Harry. And when the vision ended, the pair laid there with bloodshot eyes and pasty skin.

"They kissed too soon," breathed Dustin.

The screams of the Satyr hit Neville's ears as he worked on Ginny as gently as he could. He didn't like her, but she was in so much pain that he couldn't help but feel sympathetic. Her vaginal walls has been ripped open and there was a tear in the lining that separated her rectum from her vagina. With numerous amounts of draughts to ease the pain they were able to repair it back together. Madame Promfrey had to leave to alert the parents while Larila, Nico, and Neville finished up on her. Their progress was, however, stalled by the call.

"I want to know who exactly summoned that thing," said Larila darkly as she cleaned a bite mark. "I know she isn't the nicest of people, but I wouldn't send a Satyr on my worst enemy!" She bandaged the mark, sighing softly.

"You saw it in the cards," commented Nico as he stuffed herbs into some of her more gruesome wounds. Neville wanted desperately to tell them that Harry was the culprit, but part of him was still loyal to his friend. Chaos had told him to do it anyway so what was the big deal? So he remained on the foot of the bed washing the blood off her legs.

"I didn't see Satyr though," she huffed, spelling on of the minor wounds shut. "I saw 'Dark Creature'," she scowled with furrowed brows. "I didn't think it would be this dark." She dipped a cloth in water, wringing it out and placing it on Ginny's sweating forehead. "Her body's reacting rather well," she observed on a lighter note. "A few days and her sweating should go down. No sign of fever either."

"Larila," said Nico softly with stressed eyes. "We don't know how long poison will stay inside her. There's too many bites to tell." He had said the wrong thing.

Larila glared, the last of her smile vanishing. "I need to get some herbs before we start on her nether regions." She threw the cloth into the water, causing the water from the basin to splash everywhere. Then she stormed out with a dark aura emanating from her.

There was a heavy silence between the two as they worked on Ginny's body. "She was just trying to lighten the mood," Neville said as another screech from the Satyr was heard. He cringed at the sound, but prayed to his goddess to protect him.

Nico looked up at Neville with guarded eyes. "Be that as it may she needs to see the reality of the situation. She keeps overseeing obvious things and relies on her tarot cards and sight for everything." Neville couldn't help but see the rage in his eyes. "She's a nice women, don't get me wrong, but she never seems to see what is in front of her." He finished up another wound, removing the cloth that covered Ginny's chest. Neville averted his eyes and concentrated on Nico's voice while finishing up with the blood. He was too scared to wash farther up her legs. "She keeps things from people because fate says they cannot know until a certain date," he muttered and he spelled a gash on Ginny's breast shut. "She toys with other's emotions."

Neville gazed up at Nico. "What do you mean?"

Nico looked at Neville, a sad smile on his face. "She held information from Draco Malfoy regarding his mother."

"What's wrong with his mum?"

"She died," he confessed. "She knew days before but never told him."

Neville gaped. "Why would she do such a thing?" he exclaimed a little too loudly. He clapped his mouth shut as Ginny stirred. She fell back to sleep within seconds though.

Nico wiped the dried blood off her bosom, no humor showing on his face. "Because fate wouldn't allow her to," he said with a gruff voice. "I think that's a load of bull. If you know something that is keeping another from sleep then tell them. Don't be stupid enough to-"

"Horace Slughorn was attacked!" exclaimed Madame Promfrey as she ran into the infirmary. Neville put a Silencio over Ginny just so that she wouldn't awaken. Promfrey's eyes were frantic.

"By the Satyr?" questioned Nico.

Promfrey nodded with solemn expression as she calmed down. "He was raped to death."

"That's horrible," gaped Neville.

The woman nodded, her hands clasped together as she shed a few tears in remembrance. "That's not the worst of it though," she said as she walked over to Ginny's side. "It seems that when he was attacked he was brewing love potions. As for whom, I don't know."

Neville's stomach clenched. "Harry," he whispered with wide eyes.

"What?" asked Nico.

Neville shook his head. "Nothing. I-" he sighed. "I just thought I saw another cut on her that's all," he lied with some trouble. "False alarm."

"Love potions are forbidden to be taught here, correct?" Nico asked, waving off Neville's outburst.

"Of course. Could you imagine the what the girls would do?" she said in horror.

Mentor Nico couldn't help the snicker on his face despite the situation. There was another scream of the Satyr, farther off in the distance. "It'll be back," he said with a dangerous look in his eyes. He glanced down at Ginny. "They always come back."

Zane shot back from the kiss, feeling the tingling on his lips. He stared at Harry, the wind blowing in his hair and the call of the Satyr a far distance away. His chest heaved up and down as if he had ran three hundred laps around the Quidditch field. And yet with all the butterflies in his stomach, he couldn't help but utter this phrase out into the open air.

"What the hell was that?" he exclaimed with a crazed expression.

Harry, seeming to withdraw from his daze, looked sheepish. "It was…I mean…I…"

Zane raised his hands. "You just….you just can't do that!"

The boy-who-lived looked offended. "Why not?"

"There has to be…" he struggled. "There has to be the whole 'talking' thing and then the hanging out thing and the hugging thing. Not the kissing mumbo jumbo! You just don't go straight into kissing a man when his guard is all down and shit!" He ran a hand through his hair.

Harry just stood there awestruck.

"And for your information," Zane said with a finger pointed. "I was going to start talking to you."

"But you have talked to me," Harry said slowly. "A lot."

"Not that kind of talking!" Zane exasperated. "The kind of talking where," he sighed, thinking of his last boyfriend. His gaze met Harry's. "The talking where you tell me I'm cute and wait for me after class. The talking where we flirt and just, I don't know, show me your interested." He crossed his arms, smiling at the fond memories.

Harry sat on a nearby boulder, watching Zane. "Who was he?" he said after awhile. The Satyr had ceased his howls, meaning that he was most likely sleeping from the exhaustion of the night.

"Who was who?" asked Zane in surprise.

"The guy you fell in love with," he answered with a small smile. Zane's eyes widen at the statement. "You don't have to tell me," Harry added. "I'm not going to force you."

Zane smiled softly, tears prickling his eyes from the memory. "No," he cleared his throat. "No, it's fine." He joined Harry on the large boulder, crossing his legs. "His name was Anthony," he said, staring at the boulder in great interest. "I loved him very much, still do in fact." His brows furrowed in thought, and Harry was transfixed. "I met him my third year at the Academy. We had Dark Arts together, and were partnered up." He smiled at this. "I'll never forget how much stronger he was than me. He nearly knocked me over with his power," he chuckled. His smile dimmed though. "It took about two years of friendship to realize our feelings towards another. I mean, I was always jealous of the girls and boys he went out with. And I could tell he was the same for me." He paused, thinking back with a rugged smile. "He told me I was cute one day at lunch and I could barely contain myself." Harry smiled at that, wondering what he must've felt like. "Rafaella and Dustin knew, I think, but they never voiced it."

"Voiced what?" Harry interrupted.

"I think they knew Anthony liked me and I liked him, only to this day they won't tell me the truth," he giggled. Then he thought back. "So he said I was cute and then I noticed he'd always be around me. After classes, during lunches, even in the toilet." At Harry's expression Zane laughed. "He wouldn't actually be in the stall with me, but he'd wait outside. Anyways this went on for about three months until the day that he got hurt." He licked his lips, taking a breath. "Razmir had him stay after, for whatever the reason was I didn't know at the time." A dark look spread across his features, one that Harry had never seen before in his entire friendship with the kid. "He told me to go back to our dorms and wait there." He shook his head with an almost amused expression. "Two hours I spent wondering what the hell was going on. I knew he had a detention because of the fact that he mouthed off to one of the elder mentors, but even that is a small offense." He paused, trying his hardest to conceal the anger in his eyes. "So I took a walk to clear my thoughts, but something didn't feel right. Apollo was trying to tell me something so I followed my instincts and they led me to the boys locker room." He bit back tears. "I-I opened the door…and Anthony was laying on the floor w-with blood all over him." Harry took Zane's hands in comfort, not knowing what else to do.

Zane cleared his throat, shaking his head. "I took him to the nurse and there was evidence of rape." Harry's heart clenched. "I knew it was Razmir, but Anthony never confessed." He was shaking a bit. "Can I just…"

"You don't have to go any farther if you don't want to, Zane," Harry said with honest eyes.

They heard footsteps within the trees and Annabelle and Daniels appeared in the clearing. When they saw the two sitting there, they instantly stopped. "Are we interrupting something?" asked Daniel as he stared at the boy's collapsed hands.

Zane withdrew his hold. "No," he replied with a smile. "Did you find anything?"

Annabelle shook her head. "Only tracks that ended where the trees were took think to move around. They found Slughorn though," she added. "Only he's dead."

Zane glanced at Harry who had amusement in his eyes. Part of this worried him, but part of the whole situation felt it was right.

The search parties had shown up empty, and now Rafaella was sitting in front of the Slytherin fire place with a cup of tea in her hands. She was dressed in her customary pjs and tank top with her hair in a bun and her expression in thought. Draco, seated to her left, drank the same tea, but had on athletic shorts and a t-shirt. He had grown accustomed to the muggle clothing rather quickly.

"So you're a son of Poseidon, huh?"

Draco glanced over at Rafaella, he too was in thought. His eyes had bags under them, and his skin a little more pallid than before. "Yes," he answered.

The two went back to their silence, drinking their tea since it was a comfort to them. Rafaella couldn't shake off the surprise of things. Her father, her real father had been in front of her very eyes for so long! She felt stupid that she hadn't made the connection. The man was powerful, she'd give him that, but to think that she was related to him was an entirely different thing to comprehend. She supposed it was a good thing to actually know who her father was. And he seemed to be very knowledgeable about the world. She gazed at Draco, thinking this would hinder their relationship even if one were to call it that. She liked him, a little. Only a little. He was nice to look back, but now he was a brother of a sort. Family. He had told her to tell Draco, just so he knew. So that when she showed up with him for Yule break he wasn't going to throw a fit. She wasn't even sure if he would throw a fit. Either way, she'd have to tell him sooner or later.

"Draco," she said with a weary tone.

"Yes?" he questioned.

She bit her lip. "I have something to tell you," she stated as she stared down at her tea.

Draco's eyes gazed on her. "What?"

She took a deep breath, staring into Draco's eyes. "I found out who my father was tonight," she said with her breath held.

Draco smiled, but it didn't touch his eyes. Did he know? "That's great. Who?"

"You know him," she smiled softly. By Zeus she didn't want to do this.

"Who?" he asked again with a small laugh.

She licked his lips, praying to Artemis to give her strength. "Severus Snape."

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