"Very nice, Narcissa. Do you do all this for Lucius back at home?" Lucas asked with a cunning smile.

It was their second time together.

"Shut it, Dunn. You know why I'm doing this."

He obeyed, putting his garments back onto his body. "You know," Dunn said. "These sessions we're having will all go to waste unless you hand over that girl."

"I already agreed on that," Narcissa drew out. "But you'd better understand that your sick plan will not work unless she wants you to feel those things."

"Then you better make her want that."

"How do I make a 17 year old child want to sex a man three times her age?"

"That's for you to figure out, Narcissa."

Eventually, the tension wore off and he began to teach her more about basics in the wizarding world, like about blood status and about the four founders of Hogwarts. She tried her hardest to listen without laughing, but a few giggles eventually came out. Why on earth would wizards rank people on their origins?

"And you said, Helga Hufflepuff?" She asked. She thought that was the oddest name of all of them.

"Yes. That was her name." Dumbledore smiled at Keri's progress.

"She seemed the kindest, according to you," Keri said.

"She was," he said. "Maybe that would qualify you to be in her house, then." Dumbledore smiled a genuine one at the girl.

They sat in silence for a few seconds.

"Keri, understand this." Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Whatever this power can make you do, whatever you're capable of is only possible to be done if you have consent over it. possible to be done if you have consent over it. You will always be you. Nobody and nothing else can control your mind, or the decisions you make." Dumbledore said this all quietly, his eyebrows furrowed.

Keri nodded. "I know," she said. "But Professor, what if I do lose myself?"

They stood there, in front of the Mclaggen house. Neither of them moved.

"You can do it, Keri. Be strong," Narcissa told her.

"I will. An hour?" Keri asked.

"Of course." Narcissa apparated away, and left an anxious and angry Keri at the boy's house.

She pounded on the door, anger forcefully leaving her fist and entering into the door. Cormac opened the door this time.

"Hello!" He exclaimed, moving out of her way for her to enter.

"Afternoon." She didn't even smile.

"Sit," he proposed. She didn't budge from where she was standing.

"I'm fine here."

Cormac frowned at her stubbornness.

"Is everything alright?" He asked.

"Well, everything was alright until I saw that frame with you and your other girl, eh?" She tilted her head to the side, arms crossed. For a girl locked away for most of her life, her attitude was much more developed than many else's. Cormac's eyes dropped to the ground. His lips pushed themselves together into a thin black line. He raised a hand to the back of his head and began running a hand through his golden locks.

Keri attempted at doing as Dumbledore told her before. She focused on hurting him, on all the confusion he put her through.

It didn't work.

"That was my ex girlfriend," Cormac said. "She was murdered last month."

Keri's arms unintentionally dropped from her chest and fell to her sides. Her head adjusted back straight, and her legs became shaky. Her mind cleared of everything she just tried to inflict upon him. She had no idea what to do in this situation.

"I'm so sorry. I thought-"

"Don't worry about it."

"I really am sorry, you know that don't you?" Her face burned like fire.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Come inside, Keri. I'll get you something to drink."

"Please don't," she said in humiliation. "I'm not thirsty. Sit with me." He sat across from her on a vintage brown wooden table. "What happened?" She asked gently.

"She was muggle born. Some of Voldemort's army were strolling across the street drunk one night, learned she was a muggle born and shot the life out of her." His voice started to crack the slightest bit. He kept talking though, the way his personality made him famous for. "I hate that, murder. When I hear about someone that's been killed by another, my heart weeps."

Keri had no idea what to say. She'd only been in contact with people for a few months now. She hadn't a clue on how to comfort another.

A tear rolled down his cheek in silence.

"A tear," Keri said. She flicked it away from his face.

He chuckled, drying his face. "You weren't supposed to see that."

"Why?" she asked.

"It's a sign of hurt; of weakness. Who wants to seem week?"

"I don't care if you're weak. You have a bloody good reason for being hurt."

They sat there in silence again. Cormac stood up and got them both a glass of water.

"Are you muggle born?" He asked her. She shook her head. If she learned one thing from the Malfoys, it was that muggle borns were filth.

"Pure," she stated. "Yourself?"

"Pure." He smirked. "Most of the purebloods get put into Slytherin."

"Yeah? Are you in Slytherin?"

"No, of course not. They're all for the Dark Lord," he whispered.

"Who?"

He put down his cup of water, and studied her face. His mouth was slightly opened.

"The Dark Lord," he said again, enunciating this time.

She shook her head and squinted. "I don't know who that is."

"Damn," he said. "How have you never heard of Voldemort?"

"I don't know."

"A man who wants to kill the muggle borns and take over the wizarding world."

"He sounds powerful," she said.

"He is powerful. Has an entire army, some think."

"Holy Hell..." she whispered.

"I can't believe you've never heard of him. Even some muggles know!"

"I- I don't know. He's not that big of a deal at Beauxbatons," she made up.

"I guess not." Cormac was getting suspicious. "You've been going to Beauxbatons since first year?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Then you attended that Triwizard Tournament two years ago, did you not?"

"Yes, I did," Keri lied. She had no idea what she was speaking about.

"Bullshit. Only the Beauxbatons upperclassman attended. You were in fourth year. You weren't allowed," Cormac's eyebrows furrowed. "What are you hiding?"

She sighed. Narcissa strictly told her not to tell anybody about her powers.

"I'm muggle-born," she lied. "I've never been to a wizard school. Dumbledore asked me to attend because he only just noticed my ability to do magic."

She smirked at her ability to make all that up on the spot.

"Why didn't you just tell me in the beginning?"

"I thought you didn't like muggle-borns, like those Slytherin you mentioned."

She was unsure at what he'd throw at her next. Whatever it was, she was almost positive she wouldn't have a logical response back to it.

"Of course not. I'm not like that."

Keri smiled. She wasn't even sure how she felt about muggleborns since she's been around the Malfoys all the time. Maybe they were dirt. Such a shame she had to be one from now on according to Cormac. She wanted to be pureblood again, like the Malfoys and like Cormac. She realized just how much she hated being different.