Ravenstar: Chapter Nine

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Chapter 9: Of Eavesdropping and Consequences

The Raven Star wasn’t that great a story. In fact, it wasn’t really a story at all. The four pages on it went on about some prophecy a small town claimed was made by the Bright Ones about the constellation ‘Nalian’, a supposed elven constellation of stars in the form of a raven. The Bright Ones were, of course, the elven race.

Hermione snorted. ‘Typical prophecy hogwash, really.’ She thought. The book went on about all the changes the prophecy’s fulfillment would bring about, but little was said about the prophecy itself. Not that Hermione thought the prophecy could have any bearing in reality, mind. The prophecy was only half a dozen lines long. ‘The whole thing is a load of rubbish.’

Then why was the damn thing nagging at her?

"The raven born of the stag and the lily, borne from the forest dwellers, shall bring the darkness into light as a star has never before. And Nalian will fly from the stars, render its enemy broken, and bring forth a new era," the prophecy was read in a ghostly tone behind her.

"Honestly, Terry." Hermione slammed the book shut. "It’s a load of rubbish! Prophecies are as true as Trelawney’s predictions were."

"Still, it’s funny how Nalian has the same name as that constellation, isn’t it?" Terry laughed, "maybe he’s a hero in disguise, just waiting for his moment to off You-Know-Who!"

Hermione glared, "don’t be absurd, Terry. Elves don’t exist, therefore that constellation doesn’t exist, and the prophecy is false."

Terry shook his head, "really, Hermione... Don’t you have the least bit of imagination? What if elves did exist? After all, veelas and werewolves and hags do."

"Even if elves did exist, which they don’t," Hermione said, "why would elves involve themselves with us? And why would one of their prophecies pertain to us rather than the elves themselves? We won’t be getting any hero from the stars, Terry."

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"Where are you going?" Draco inquired as Nalian stuffed scrolls of homework into his bag.

"I’m going exploring." Nalian said. "I got this tip about some hidden room on the seventh floor. Want to come? It should be interesting."

Raising an eyebrow, Draco asked, "and who did you get this tip from? You’ll look quite the fool if it’s some prankster."

Nalian rolled his eyes, "you’re so suspicious, Draco. James Potter mentioned it to me; he went on about some room full of dung bombs and other practical jokes a while back. Are you coming or not?"

"I’ll go with you." The blond gave a put-upon sigh. "Someone has to keep you out of trouble."

"Yeah, and you’re just the bloke for the job." Nalian snorted.

"Of course I am. Who else?" Draco led the way out of the library.

"It’s called ‘sarcasm’, Dray."

Draco didn’t even bother responding, instead asking about something that had been on his mind the last few days. "You know, I thought you were going to run off to the Potters to do whatever it is you do there. You’ve been running off there every free moment you have had for weeks, but these last couple days it’s like you’ve been avoiding going there or even talking to Lily."

"Really." The cold tone said clearly this wasn’t something Nalian wanted to discuss.

"Nalian?" Draco questioned, concern coming through his voice.

Nalian ran a hand through his auburn hair and sighed, "I’m sorry, Draco. I really am. I just don’t want to see the Potters at the moment. I-I can’t. I will tell you why, soon. Right now I need to think. I need to figure things out for myself, you know?"

"No, I don’t know, because I don’t know what you have to figure out." Draco gave a small smile, "but I’ll give you your space. If you need to talk about anything, or just want a listening ear, I’ll not going anywhere."

Nalian smiled gratefully. "Thank-you, Dray."

Draco nodded and decided it would be a good time to change the subject. "Father’s mentioned a special room on the seventh floor before. I believe he called it the Room of Requirement."

"Really?" Nalian asked curiously, glad for the change of subject. "It’s well known then? How does it work? You know where the room is? Can we get into it?"

"If you stop talking for two seconds, I’ll tell you what I know!" Draco teased. The two of them frequently bantered like this. Draco and Nalian had only known each other for a few months, but it already felt weird when they didn’t see each other at least once a day. ‘I suppose it should bother me that I trust him so easily.’ Draco thought wryly. ‘Yet now I can’t imagine not being friends with him, and that should probably worry me too, but it doesn’t.’ Little did Draco know that Nalian often thought the same thing.

"As far as I know, the Room of Requirement gives you what you require, to a point. For example, it can create a sort of study room for you filled with books you need for your work, but it can’t give you a miraculous weapon to destroy Voldemort." Draco said.

The other nodded, "that makes sense."

"Father mentioned Dumbledore coming across it once. He was in great need of a lavatory in the middle of night apparently, and stumbled across a room filled with chamber pots." Draco said. "I don’t think the room is well known though, because if the students knew about it you’d think it would be used more."

"Do you know where it is?" Nalian asked.

"No," Draco shook his head. "All I know is that it’s on the seventh floor and you have to really have a need for it."

"A need for it?" Nalian cocked his head to the side. "Will we be able to find the room then? I’m not sure we have a need for the room."

Draco huffed. "Don’t be ridiculous, Nalian. There has to be something we need."

"What might that be? A new wardrobe? Merlin knows you have enough clothes as it is." Nalian said innocently.

Draco’s eyes lit up. "You just gave me an idea. I wonder if the room creates things we can keep?"

Nalian’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What exactly is it you want now, Dray?"

"I want some Extendable Ears. Blaise’s damn cat ate the ones I bought a couple weeks ago."

"Figures." Nalian grinned. "Anyway, I’d think the room creates things a person can keep. James did mention coming across a room full of prank items, and I don’t see why this room of requirement would provide Fillibusters fireworks if you couldn’t use them."

Draco smirked as they climbed the last stairway to reach the seventh floor. "Good. Now all we have to do is locate the room."

"Any ideas how?" Nalian inquired. "I get the feeling this could take the rest of the day."

Hours later Hermione found Draco poking the walls on a seventh floor corridor while Nalian was tugging and twisting torch brackets.

"What in Morgana’s name are you two doing?" Hermione demanded incredulously.

"Erm," Draco coughed before pulling himself together, "what makes it any of your business, Granger? Can’t two people look around a corridor without being harassed?"

"Of course, Malfoy." Hermione sniffed, "I merely thought I ought to let you know you look like idiots. Wouldn’t want to embarrass yourselves, now would you?"

Nalian snorted in amusement. "You two snap at each other like an old married couple, but are less fortunate; at least married couples get make up sex." Both of them stared at him in a mixture of shock and horror. "Ah, good, I have your attention."

"You didn’t have to give such a disturbing image to get our attention." Draco glared. Hermione nodded in agreement, still too shocked to say anything.

Nalian smiled serenely, "but it’s more fun that way. Moving to the previous subject, we were looking for the Room of Requirement, Hermione. I was curious about seeing it and Draco was gracious enough to help me in my search to find it."

"The Room of Requirement?" Hermione said. "That’s in a different corridor."

"You know of the room?" Draco asked.

"Professor Potter told me about it." Hermione explained. "In fifth year I decided to take up regular muscle-building exercises and yoga, but everywhere I tried to exercise I always got interrupted. Professor Potter heard about it and suggested I exercise with her in the Room of Requirement. Several students from various houses use the room now for exercising."

The boys stared at her in surprise.

"I exercise regularly and I’ve never heard of it." Nalian mentioned. "Slytherins have their own room for that sort of thing; plenty of the students use it and none of them have ever mentioned the room of requirement before."

At that comment Draco looked at Nalian. "You do? I’m in there regularly and have never seen you there."

Nalian shrugged, "I prefer exercising alone so I find an abandoned classroom or go for a run around the lake."

"You should use the room, then." Hermione suggested. "I’m sure you could find a time when no one else uses it. Anyway, the other three houses don’t have exercise rooms, so we look elsewhere for places to work out. Come to think of it, there are no Slytherins in our little exercise group." She said thoughtfully.

"Now you know why." Draco retorted. "So, Granger, would you mind showing us where this room is?"

Hermione grinned, "what’s the magic word?"

Nalian laughed as Draco glared at her. "Please."

Hermione gave a triumphant smile. "I’d be happy to show you where the room is, Malfoy, Nalian." She led the way to another corridor, where a tapestry showing Barnabas the Balmy trying to teach trolls to dance the ballet was hanging. "It’s opposite this tapestry." Hermione said. "The trick is you have to walk past the entrance three times while concentrating on what you need, like so." She walked back and forth, concentrating on something. After the third time past, the blank space of wall turned into a highly polished door. "See?" Hermione pushed the door open. The room was large, and practically empty. Soft mats littered the floor to use during exercises, while a dozen weights were carefully set out in a corner and a balancing beam stood on the far side of the room. On one wall was a wooden door. "It leads to a shower room," Hermione said, noticing where they were looking. "If you need something small that you didn’t think of at first, it will often appear, but to change the room drastically, say like from an exercise room to a study room, you have to leave and walk in front of the door three times again."

"Wicked." Nalian grinned. "I can’t wait to try this place out for my own regimen."

"Why don’t you two try it later? Dinner will be in less than an hour." Hermione pointed out.

"I’m not really hungry." Draco said.

"Me either. Why don’t you go ahead, Hermione?" Nalian suggested. "We can grab a bite from the kitchens if we miss dinner."

"And what are you two planning on using the room for that’s so urgent?" Hermione put her hands on her hips.

Nalian smiled sheepishly. "I heard that it can create a room full of pranks. We wanted to see if it really could."

Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered something that sounded like ‘men, honestly!’ "Fine. I’m certainly not interested in that. I do expect you both to be at dinner though, and if any big pranks are pulled in the next week I’ll know who’s behind them."

"Yes, Mother. We’ll behave."

Hermione rolled her eyes again and left.

"Bossy thing, isn’t she?" Draco muttered. "And we do not sound like a married couple!"

"Do to." Nalian said, pulling Draco out of the room and closing the door. "Lets see if we can get you those Extendable Ears. Remember, she said concentrate."

"I know what she said, Nali. I’m not deaf. And we do not."

"Yes you do." One walk past the door.

"No we don’t!" Second time past the door.

"Do to!" Third time.

"Do not!" Draco pulled the door open.

"Do to!" Nalian walked into Draco, who had frozen in the doorway. "What is it, Dray?" He tried looking around the blond and cursed his short height when he couldn’t. "Draco, move out of the doorway or face the consequences."

Draco moved out of the doorway silently and Nalian got his first look at the room. It certainly wasn’t a room filled with joke products, nor was it still an exercise room.

Nalian absently noted the large pile of Extendable Ears laying on a table as he looked about the room that could only be called the Room of Ultimate Spying Devices. It reminded Nalian of a darker version of the headmaster’s office, with lots of softly whirring devices laying on tables or resting on pedestals. Dozens of different kinds of mirrors decorated the walls, some were fogged over, others looked only black, even more showed their reflections, and a few were showing people doing things like a muggle television did. A huge desk was sitting in one corner, two piles of parchment on top of it. On one of the piles a quill was busily racing across the parchment, ink left in its wake. When the quill reached the end of the paper the paper would flip itself over to the other stack and the quill would start writing on the new page.

Nalian moved all the way into the room and slammed the door shut. Neither of them really needed someone happening along and seeing them standing in a room that obviously had only one purpose: to spy.

"How the fuck did this happen?" Draco asked with wide eyes.

"Well." Nalian didn’t have the faintest idea. "Well. You wanted Extendable Ears, and those are a sort of spying device."

"But I didn’t want this!" Draco waved wildly around the room.

"Well." He needed to stop using that word. "Well." Damn. "It’s... I don’t know! You wanted a small spying device, and I admit I was somewhat thinking I wish I knew what Dumbledore was thinking. I don’t know, Draco. It gave us a damn spy room so maybe what we need is a damn spy room! I don’t know!"

Draco groaned. "This could be really bad. It is kind of cool though. Who knew we could get a room with all this stuff? A lot of these things are really rare and really expensive." He wandered towards the nearest table, eyeing a silver scrying bowl filled with water. "Why would you want to know what Dumbledore’s thinking anyway?" He asked absently.

Nalian sighed, forcing himself to calm down. He was overreacting. Too much had been happening to him lately. ‘Where the hell are my familiars when I need to rant to them?’ Nalian knew exactly where his two snakes had gone off to; the forbidden forest. They, much like Nalian, were not used to being cooped up in a building without a forest to walk through. Chaos and Order at least had the freedom to explore the forbidden forest, and Nalian couldn’t really begrudge them that, no matter how frustrating and worrying it was to have them gone for days at a time.

"Dumbledore and I had an interesting conversation, to say the least, a few days ago." Nalian said. "It’s why I need time to myself."

"What does a conversation with the headmaster have to do with you avoiding the Potters though?" Draco looked up from the mirror he was examining.

"Everything. The conversation was about the Potters. Or rather, it was about the Potters and myself. Please don’t push, Draco." Nalian pleaded. "I’m not ready to talk about this."

Draco gave him a curious look but nodded. "All right. Come over here and look at this. It’s showing the very people we speak of."

‘And really,’ he thought as he moved over to Draco, ‘I should talk to Derek or Darian first. They probably won’t be very happy about this new development, but they should know. They wouldn’t pull me from the mission, would they? I’m not ready to leave yet. Perhaps I shouldn’t mention anything to Darian just yet. Gods, I wish Order or Chaos were here. They would at least have some ideas or advice.’ Nalian pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on the mirror. "Do you know what they’re saying?"

Draco shook his head, "no, but there should be a way to get sound, like a volume switch that’s currently on mute." He pushed a circular marking on the mirror, causing the mirror to become darker in shade, blurring the images.

"Maybe this one?" Nalian asked, pushing another circle. The image cleared again. "Not that one, then."

Draco pressed another marking and both of them stumbled backwards as noise blasted out as if the people in the mirror we shouting into microphones.

"OK, I think I’ve gone deaf in one ear, but at least we can hear what they’re saying." Draco grinned weakly.

"What?" Nalian yelled. "I can’t hear you! I can’t even hear myself think!"

Draco gave him a confused look. "WHAT’D YOU SAY?" He yelled, moving back to the mirror and flinching slightly as he searched for a way to lessen the noise.

"I SAID I CAN’T HEAR YOU!" Nalian yelled. "AND THAT DAMN THING IS SO LOUD I CAN’T UNDERSTAND A WORD THEY’RE SAYING EITHER! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED TURN IT OFF!"

Draco had found the volume device and turned it down just as Nalian screamed for him to shut it off.

"Turn what off, Nali-dearest? The only loud noise I hear is you."

Nalian glared at him. "Let’s just hear what they have to say before I decide to kill you."

"Well, it appears as though Dumbledore’s in a meeting about Voldemort. Must be an Order meeting. You know about the Order of the Phoenix?" Draco looked questioningly at him.

Nalian nodded. It was hard not to know about the Order. The last opposing force against Voldemort, lead my Albus Dumbledore himself. Ever since the Ministry fell to Voldemort the aurors Potter, Black, and Kingsley trained followed the orders of the Order.

"Lily and James Potter are there as well, as long as Father and Sev, and about four dozen other people."

"Bill and Charlie Weasley." Nalian supplied. "Who are those other redheads next to them?"

"The younger one is Fred Weasley, with his wife, Angelina, next to him. The older one is Arthur Weasley, patriarch of the Weasley family." Draco said. "Their family used to be a lot bigger."

"What happened?" Nalian asked.

"Voldemort." Draco said. "Though it’s not really that simple, I suppose. The Weasley family used to be composed of nine, Arthur and his wife Molly, and their six boys and one daughter. Percy Weasley, the middle son, died when the Ministry fell, because that’s where he worked and he wasn’t able to get out. Ginevra, their youngest child and only daughter, turned to Voldemort’s side. Molly Weasley and Fred’s twin George died in a surprise attack on the Weasley’s home that Ginny Weasley had organized and led to prove her loyalty to Voldemort."

Nalian stared at Draco in horror. "She turned on her own family? How could anyone do that?"

Draco shrugged, turning back to the mirror. "I don’t really understand it myself. My family is the most important thing to me."

Nalian murmured a soft agreement before they both fell silent to watch the episode developing in the Order’s meeting.

"What do you mean there’s a serious issue we have to deal with?" A brunette asked in the back. "What’s happening?"

"How much time do we have?" Another voice asked.

"What is the issue?" Came a third, slightly exasperated, voice.

"The issue is vampires." Dumbledore said, sounding more tired than Nalian ever remembered hearing him.

"Vampires?"

"Voldemort has 50 to 100 full-blooded vampires on his side." Kingsley Shacklebolt informed the room.

"The problem with this," Sirius added, "is that vampires don’t have any problems walking right onto Hogwarts grounds."

"You mean they could be in Hogwarts right now?" A slightly panicky voice asked.

"It’s not likely." Lucius said. "For one, there are certain individuals who can sense vampires and other non-humans."

"Second," Severus added, "Voldemort wouldn’t waste his chance to take us off-guard by letting his vampire followers onto the grounds before he can use our ignorance to his advantage."

"In other words, Voldemort plans on using the vampires in his attack on Hogwarts sometime in December or January." Lily told everyone. "If, Merlin forbid, they can take down the wards for even a fraction of a second, Voldemort’s forces could get onto the grounds."

Dumbledore looked over the crowd. "We must come up with ways of both detecting and stopping vampires. We must also decide on a way of informing the students and civilians of this without causing a panic."

"However," James gave a charming smile, "I suggest we adjourn for dinner. That way we have some food in our bellies and we all have a little time to consider possible ways of solving these problems."

"Excellent idea." Dumbledore beamed. "We’ve been stuck in this room too long today as it is! Why don’t we get some fresh air and gather back together in two hours time."

Draco pulled away from the mirror slowly. "Holy hell."

"Voldemort has vampires’ support?" Came Nalian’s incredulous whisper.

"This is serious."

"You don’t say."

"Sarcasm will get you nowhere." Draco said. "Look, we can’t mention to anybody that we heard this."

"Draco," Nalian said patiently. "We couldn’t mention this to anyone whether we heard this conversation or an innocent conversation about butterflies. We should never have been in a room like this, and Gods help us if anyone finds out we were. Unless you’d like to explain you wanted Extendable Ears, which only have the use of eavesdropping, and that I have a desire to spy on Dumbledore."

"True." Draco said. "But we can’t even let slip we know an inkling of anything about Voldemort having the support of vampires."

"At least not until it’s announced to the school." Nalian agreed.

"Good. Let’s get to dinner."

"To dinner, and we will just forget we ever heard that conversation."

"What conversation?"

"Exactly."

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It was two in the morning, and Draco couldn’t sleep. He had been unable to sleep all night. First he had been too hot, and when he shoved his covers off he became too cold. Finally comfortable with only a sheet covering him Draco discovered Theo was snoring too loudly. After he dug his wand out from under his pillow and cast a silencing charm, Draco found he was so thirsty that he knew it would keep him awake until he got some water. He tried ignoring this newfound annoyance anyway and stared at the ceiling.

Ten minutes passed and he was still wide awake. He started counting sheep.

By the time twenty more minutes passed Draco was ready to tear his hair out. That’s saying a lot for a Malfoy, since they generally love their hair to pieces.

At three in the morning Draco shoved the bed curtains back with a curse and stormed into the bathroom. It was on his way back with his full glass of water that he heard a noise from one of the beds.

Being curious, and partly hoping for some nice blackmail material, Draco narrowed the noise down to Nalian’s bed and crept over to peek around his friend’s drawn curtains.

It was only because of Draco’s determination not to be discovered that his water of glass didn’t slip from his hand in his shock.

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Nalian was having a very interesting dream. Nalian was sure it was a dream. It really could only be a dream, considering where he was and what he was doing and with whom.

He was in Lucius’ private rooms at Hogwarts sitting on a soft sofa, leaning into Lucius’ embrace. They were sharing a glass of red wine and one of the blonde's arms was wrapped tightly around Nalian’s waist.

It wasn’t really a dream about sex.

Nalian didn’t find sex all that important. He liked sex, and his teenage body absolutely craved it, particularly where Lucius Malfoy was concerned, but it was only a physical release. The mind and emotions of a person were much more interesting.

No, the interesting thing about this dream wasn’t about sleeping with Lucius. What was interesting, and what made this so obviously a dream, was the fact that Nalian looked like he was supposed to: black hair falling to his shoulders, and the mirror on the far wall showed his eyes were a sparkling green and his ears were gently pointed.

Well that, and the fact that Lucius Malfoy knew who and what he was.

Lucius smiled and murmured something in his ear, causing him to laugh.

"You seem rather distracted, luv." Lucius commented.

"I was just thinking about how different I looked." Nalian said offhandedly.

An elegant eyebrow rose, "different? You’ve always looked this way." There was amusement in his voice, tinged with concern.

"My hair has never been, oh I don’t know, say, red?" He asked.

"No. I think the stress is getting to you, luv. You’ve been working much too hard. You need a distraction." The hand on his stomach slid under his shirt and crept up his chest.

"Mmm, I think not." Nalian caught the hand in his own and brought it to his mouth, kissing each fingertip. "You know Sev and Bill will be here any minute."

"It’s not like they’ve never stood us up either." A teasing pout.

"True," an agreement, "but it’s hard to stand them up when they’re coming to our place."

"We just won’t let them in. Pretend we’re not home."

"That’ll go over well, considering Severus knows the password and the backup password."

Lucius harrumphed, "spoilsport." A soft kiss to Nalian’s temple.

Nalian smiled and snuggled deeper into the older man’s arms "Oh, Lucius..." There wasn’t a place on earth he’d rather be than here.

The small part of him that was aware it was only a dream sighed in regret. It wasn’t real, even if it felt real.

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Draco pulled away as if Voldemort himself was behind those bed curtains. The moment he had looked around those curtains he heard the soft "oh, Lucius" from his friend’s lips.

Nalian was dreaming about his father.

Nalian was dreaming about his father.

Nalian fancied his father.

From all appearances, Nalian was having a wet dream about his father.

Draco really, really didn’t need those images in his head.

He climbed back into bed, thinking about what he just learned and desperately trying not to consider the physical side of the idea.

The thought of his father and Nalian dating didn’t really bother him, so long as his relationship with the two men didn’t change. In fact, he rather liked the idea. They certainly would get along if they tried to. Both were intelligent and funny, and Nalian certainly could handle his father’s overwhelmingly dominating nature.

It was odd though, how Draco never realized before that Nalian was interested in his father. He would have thought he’d notice something. Nalian, however, was proving to be an excellent actor, for which Draco was grateful after the whole ‘spying on Dumbledore in the room of requirement’ thing.

He knew for a fact that Lucius and Nalian weren’t together and that his father had no idea about Nalian’s interest either. If he had known, he would’ve told Severus, who then would’ve ended up ranting about it to Lucius and Draco both. Sev really didn’t like Nalian much.

The idea of them dating was growing on him every passing second. They’d be good for each other. Merlin knew his father needed to date more.

The question was, how was he going to get them together?

Telling his father about Nalian’s interest was out of the question, of course. The only response that would get was a lot of ranting from his godfather. No. He had to get them to get to know each other so things would just develop naturally.

‘Maybe if they were forced to work with each other they would get to know each other.’ Draco thought. ‘But what could they work on?’

Then he had it. Nalian excelled in Defense. If he could just get his father into giving Nalian extra, more advanced, lessons then perhaps they’d starting talking and realize they’d be good together.

Draco fell asleep with his mind racing and a satisfied smirk on his face.

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Nalian woke late the next morning, and was surprised to find everyone still in bed, even Draco. Nevertheless it was the weekend and he didn’t have the heart to wake up Draco, who obviously needed the sleep if he was still in bed at eleven in the morning.

Besides, it gave him the perfect opportunity to write Derek. Nalian grabbed what he needed and closed the bed curtains for a modicum of privacy, using his wand for light.

Derek,

How are you? Things are going well for you, I hope. I know it is around this time of year when Anna starts bothering you.

I am well, as are my dearest companions as far as I know. Chaos and Order are currently haunting the local forest, as they have been for the past few days.

It has been rather interesting around here lately. More interesting than usual, that is.

I got into Dumbledore’s office not too long ago. However, I was interrupted before I could take anything and get out of there. I’m sure another opportunity will crop up.

I suppose you would like to know how I got into his office, which is an interesting story. I have been hired by Lily Potter to do a little translating. I’m not entirely sure Order and Chaos approve of my side-job, but it has given me access to the Potters’ residence. Why they would choose me to translate of all people? Because the things that need translating are written in Parseltongue. It was during one of my visits there that I discovered a detailed map of the interior of Hogwarts, which is how I got into Dumbledore’s office.

Now there is something important you need to know, Derek. I overheard a conversation just the other day about Voldemort. He apparently has at least 50 vampires in his service. How is this possible? No vampire would follow that creature to my knowledge. No vampire has any interest in integrating themselves into Wizarding society. It goes against all the council’s rules.

Please respond with what I should do, if anything. I can hardly imagine you’ll let this go without investigation, and if there are vampires working for him... I pity them having to answer to the council.

Nalian

"Time for a a late breakfast! Or early lunch!" Draco’s voice rang through the dormitory. "You three better not still be asleep!"

"I’m awake!" Nalian called, sealing his letter. "I’ll join you in a minute, I just need to run up to the owlry. You know, sending a letter for my uncle."

"Sure. I need to talk to my father anyway." Draco said as he headed for the door.

Nalian followed a few minutes later, only he was heading for the owlry tower while Draco headed for his father’s rooms deeper in the dungeons.

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