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DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2535 Location: Going through LeakyCon withdrawal	Posted: Wednesday 9 April 2008 05 58 01 pm in topic:Albus Potter and the Secrets Within Chapter 35: Bit of a Nasty Duel "Nice of you to join us, Potter," Jarett stepped towards Harry. "How did you find us?" Harry drew his wand and stared at Jarett. "Followed your son. Students aren't supposed to be out of their common rooms after hours." "I don't think it matters what he does now," Jarett replied icily. "Once we have the Hallows, we will have power you know nothing of." "So it's you," Harry said, "You've been after the Hallows. And you've been doing the Legilimency, Washburn?" "Yes, I have," Washburn confirmed. "Only your sons don't know anything about the Hallows, so it proved pointless. You, however, provided us with a great deal of information." "No, I haven't told them about the Hallows yet. But I suppose I'll have to after tonight," Harry said. "I don't think you'll have the chance, Potter," Jarett growled. "You've found out where the Hallows are, then?" Harry asked. Washburn nodded, "The Resurrection Stone is in the forest. I managed to break through your pathetic Occlumency. The Invisibility Cloak is in your hand. And you've got the Elder Wand, we already knew that." Harry held up his wand, "I'm afraid I don't." "What?!" Jarett shouted and looked at Harry's wand, "But you had it! That's how you defeated Voldemort!" "Maybe so," Harry began, "But I haven't got it now, do I?" "You've got it somewhere!" Jarett growled. "Enough talk! Give me the Cloak!" "Don't think so," Harry shoved the Cloak into his pocket and raised his wand higher. "We'll duel if you want, but if you come with me now, you'll have less time in Azkaban." "I don't care about Azkaban!" Jarett shouted. "Crucio!" "Protego!" Harry shouted at the same time. A shield formed in front of Harry, protecting him, Albus, and Albus's friends from Jarett's spell. Washburn and Quinton ran from behind Jarett, holding their wands out. Harry stepped towards Jarett and Jarett stepped closer to Harry. Albus watched them, his heart beating fast. Jarett sent more spells towards Harry, but Harry blocked each of them. Albus smiled a little as he saw how much better at dueling his dad was than Jarett. Jets of light flew out of both Harry and Jarett's wand, lighting up the night around them. Harry sent a spell towards Jarett and he flew back and landed on the ground. Jarett stumbled back to his feet and sent a stunning spell at Harry. "Just tell me where the wand is!" Jarett shouted, as he dodged Harry's curse. "No!" Harry shouted back and leaped out of the way of another stunner. The two wizards continued dueling, each one sending spells and curses towards the other. Albus stared at them. He had never seen dueling like this before. Neither wizard seemed to be slowing down. Harry was noticeably faster and dodged spells more easily than Jarett, but Jarett didn't appear to be giving up anytime soon. "What do we do?" Rose whispered to Albus. Albus turned away from the duel. "I dunno!" Albus heard footsteps behind him again and turned to see Quinton standing with his wand facing Albus. "So, we duel again, Potter," Quinton smirked. "Impedimenta!" Albus dodged the spell easily, but didn't know what to do next. He hadn't learned many dueling spells yet. He held his wand up higher and watched Quinton. "Petrificus Totalus!" Quinton shouted. Albus jumped to the side and dodged the new spell. "Ahh!" someone screamed behind Albus. He turned around and saw John, Rose, and Matt standing around Amanda, who was laying rigid on the ground. The spell meant for Albus had hit Amanda square in the chest. Quinton laughed. "One down, four to go!" "Watch out!" Albus shouted to his friends. They held up their wands and stood next to Albus. "Petrificus Totalus!" Quinton shouted again. Albus and his friends darted to one side and Quinton's spell hit a nearby bush. Albus regained his balance and turned to Quinton. He raised his wand and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" Quinton dodged the spell and smirked at Albus, "Think that'll work again? Petrificus Totalus!" Albus and his friends dodged the spell yet again. "Don't you know any other spells?" John laughed. "Shut it!" Quinton shouted, breathing heavily. Albus whispered to Rose, "We'll all disarm him at once. On the count of three. Tell them." Albus waited until Rose had passed the word on to John and Matt and began to count. "One..." "What are you doing?" Quinton asked nervously. "Two...Three!" Albus shouted. "Expelliarmus!" All four first years screamed the spell before Quinton realized what was going on. He was knocked off his feet and his wand flew out of his hand and sailed through the air, landing near Matt. Matt picked it up and stowed it in his robe. "Urgh," Quinton picked his head up off the ground. "Let me take it from here," Washburn stormed over to where Quinton was laying. "Pathetic..." Albus's heart started beating even faster. He had never seen Washburn duel before. It would surely be a whole lot harder to disarm him than it was to disarm Quinton. Albus had no desire whatsoever to start dueling with one of his teachers. "So you four, well five, if you count Tagger," Washburn began, "Decided to find out what I was doing. Thought that it was a good idea to meddle in my business?" "Er," Albus mumbled. "Don't deny it, Potter!" Washburn shouted. "You came here tonight! You spied on me months ago!" "If you're going to kill my dad, than it is my business!" Albus shouted. "You could see it that way, if you'd like. But if it's your business, and you get in the way, we'll kill you, too," Washburn growled at Albus. Albus's stomach churned with fear and he looked over to where Harry was dueling Jarett. Harry had just sent a spell at Jarett that had completely knocked him off his feet. Harry looked over to Albus while Jarett was trying to get up. "Don't do anything to my son, Washburn!" Harry shouted. "Protego!" He sent a shield charm in between where Albus and Washburn were standing. "You'll regret it!" "I don't think I will, Potter!" Washburn shouted back, aimed his wand at Harry, and sent a silent curse towards him. Harry easily dodged it. "Crucio!" Jarett had regained his balance and was pointing his wand at Harry. Harry turned back and ran out of the way of the unforgivable curse just in time. He returned to his duel with Jarett, sending more jets of light at him. "Are you Death Eaters?" John asked once Washburn returned his gaze to the group of first years. Washburn smirked at John. "You still haven't learned to shut your mouth, have you? No, we're not Death Eaters. Although Jarett's father was. He's in Azkaban now. Albus's bloody father captured him!" "So, what are you going to do? If you were planning on killing us, you would've done it by now," John replied. Washburn stepped closer to John, "Maybe I like to drag it out. But enough of that. Potter!" He looked at Albus and pointed his wand at Albus's chest. "I don't suppose you know if your father has any spare wands laying around? One that might be the Elder Wand?" "I dunno," Albus whispered, "I don't think so." "'Course not," Washburn growled, "And you probably wouldn't tell me if you did." "Don't think so," Albus said. "Now, I think you four would be a whole lot easier to deal with if you didn't have your wands," Washburn seethed. "Expelliarmus!" he pointed his wand at Matt. Harry's shield charm had worn off and disappeared moments before. Albus looked over to where Matt was. Matt collapsed to the ground when the spell hit his chest, and his wand flew through the air, landing next to Washburn. Albus darted over to where Matt was laying to see if he was ok. "Expelliarmus!" Albus shouted at Washburn after he realized that Matt was knocked out cold. "What did you do to him?!" Washburn deflected the spell and picked up Matt's wand. "I just disarmed him, that usually doesn't knock you out unless there are multiple people casting it. Always knew he was weak," Washburn sneared. "Shut it!" John shouted as he bent down to try and wake Matt up, "Why don't you ever leave him alone?!" "Ahh, looks like you'll be next," Washburn pointed his wand at John, "Expelliarmus!" John's wand sailed out of his hand and Washburn caught it. "Now for the Weasley girl. Expelliarmus!" Rose's wand left her hand and landed in between Washburn and Albus. Albus ran forward to pick up Rose's wand. "I don't think so, Potter," Washburn reached the wand first and picked it up. "You're next. Expelliarmus!" Albus felt his wand leave his hand and saw Washburn catch it. He glanced nervously at his friends. They weren't doing too well. No wands, and two of them were unconscious. Albus looked at Washburn, who had started pacing in a circle around them. "Defenseless students," he smirked, "I think you'll be much more willing to do what I say now. Time to go into the forest, we're going on a little scavenger hunt." "No," Albus told him, "We're not." "You're not in a position to negotiate, Potter. You'll help me find the Resurrection Stone," Washburn barked, "Now, follow me!" Washburn started to walk towards the forest, but Albus did not follow. "Let's go, Potter!" "We're not going," Rose said, crossing her arms across her chest. "You'll regret that," Washburn said icily. He walked back to where Albus, Rose, and John were standing. "Crucio!" he shouted at Rose. Rose screamed and jumped to the side, just missing the curse. Washburn started sending curses towards all three of them. Albus jumped behind a tree to avoid a jinx that wound up hitting the tree. He looked over to where Harry and Jarett were dueling. As far as Albus could tell, Harry was winning. Jarett appeared to be slowing down, but Albus noticed that his dad was limping a bit as he dodged Jarett's spells. "What are we going to do?" Rose asked anxiously. "I don't know!" Albus shouted back. He peeked his head out from behind the tree and saw John running towards them. Washburn pointed his wand at John's back and hit him with a Trip Jinx. John fell forward and he landed on the ground with a sickening crunch. "John!" Albus shouted and ran out from behind the tree. "Just you and the Weasley girl now, Potter," Washburn growled. "Sectumsempra!" he shouted at Rose. "No!" Albus shouted as the curse hit one of her arms. She sank down onto the ground, screaming in pain. Albus could see blood seeping out of her robes. "Stop it!" Albus shouted again. Albus glanced over to his dad again. Both of the wizards were slowing down. Willinson was definitely the worse off, he was leaning against a tree, trying to hold up his wand with a broken arm. "Dad! Help!" Harry turned away from his duel and came limping over when he heard Albus's shout. "Expelliarmus!" he shouted at Washburn, and all five wands the Charms teacher was holding sailed out of his hands. Washburn turned away from Rose and looked at Harry. "Don't go near my niece," Harry growled at Washburn. "Let's go," Washburn lifted Quinton onto his feet, "You all right?" "Fine," Quinton grunted. The two of them took one look at Harry and ran off into the night. Albus saw them disapparate just as they left the Hogwarts grounds. Albus glanced over to where Jarett had been moments before. He was gone. "Aren't you going to go after them, Dad?" "Can't," Harry lifted his robe and revealed a nasty cut on his leg, "Took all my strength to get over here and save you." Harry sank down onto the ground, breathing heavily. "Are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine," Albus sat down next to his dad and leaned up against him. "But I want to know the whole story about the Hallows." "I know, and I will tell you," Harry sighed, "After we get back to the castle." "Ok," Albus whispered. He looked over to where Rose had collapsed and saw her getting up. She walked slowly over to Albus and Harry and sank down on Harry's other side. "Uncle Harry? Can we go back to the castle now?" she asked quietly. Her voice was shaking. She was holding one of her hands down over her arm, stopping the bleeding that Washburn's curse had caused. "I think that would be a good idea," Harry replied. "Harry?" a new voice said from behind them. "What happened?" Albus, Harry, and Rose turned around. Neville was standing behind them. "Bit of a nasty duel," Harry answered, and went on to explain the entire evening. Neville shook his head, "Blimey, Washburn's always been a little cold, but I'd never have expected that. What was he after?" "I'll explain that later," Harry said, while trying to stand up, "But right now we've got to get back to the castle." "Right," Neville agreed, "Give me your hand." Harry extended his arm and Neville helped him up. Albus and Rose got up after him. Harry leaned on Neville and Neville helped him walk over to where John was laying. Neville conjured a stretcher and with a flick of his wand, John was laying upon it. He did the same with Matt and Amanda. "What happened to them?" Harry asked quietly. "John got hit by a trip jinx and hit his head on a rock, Amanda got a full-body-bind curse, and Matt just got hit by Expelliarmus," Albus explained. "That's nothing Madam Pomfrey can't fix, then," Harry replied. "Let's go." The group slowly made their way back to the castle. It took them quite a while. Albus was fine, except for a few cuts and being completely worn out. The bleeding on Rose's arm seemed to have slowed down, but it would need to be magically healed or else it would surely open up again. Harry was walking quite slowly, and Albus could tell by the way he winced every time they went up the stairs, that he was in a great deal of pain. Eventually, they made it up to the Hospital Wing. When they got into the ward, Madam Pomfrey was already bustling around, and when she saw them come in, she immediately descended upon them. "There you are, Harry!" the nurse shouted, "I've been trying to contact you all evening. James got into a nasty duel with a couple Slytherins and he's been unconscious ever since." She gestured to one of the beds at the far end of the room and looked back at Harry. She gazed upon the group and her mouth fell open. "What in the name of Merlin happened to you lot?" "Quinton Willinson's father, Jarett Willinson, tried to kill me," Harry said simply. "Had quite the duel with him down near the forest. Him, along with Quinton, plus Professor Washburn." Madam Pomfrey's eyes became large with shock. "Professor Washburn? And where are they now?" she asked quietly. "They took off, disapparated once they left the grounds," Harry told her, "I couldn't catch them with this nasty cut on my leg." "Well, come on, then," the nurse said, "Harry, you go in bed one, since it's closest. Albus, bed two, and Rose, bed three." Madam Pomfrey gestured to the beds and then approached the stretchers that Neville was holding up with his wand. "And let's see, Neville, take them to beds four, five, and seven, since James is in bed six." Neville nodded and directed the stretchers to the empty beds. Albus walked over to the second bed and lay down. He stared at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened. Washburn thought Harry had the Elder Wand, but Harry didn't. Where was it? Who had it? And why did Washburn think that Harry had it? At least Harry said that he would tell Albus everything. It was only a matter of time before Albus knew the whole story about the Hallows. Madam Pomfrey came bustling over to Albus's bed. "Here, drink this," she handed him a potion. "Dreamless sleep." Madam Pomfrey turned away from Albus and strode across the room to one of her cabinets. She rummaged around inside. "All the Potters in the Hospital Wing at once, it was bound to happen sooner or later..." she muttered. Albus gratefully took the potion, and a few minutes later, he fell into a restful sleep.
Ms. Elsewhere Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 881 Location: In role play game of course!	Posted: Friday 4 April 2008 01 41 51 am in topic:The Next Generation Suddenly, in the side of the house, a horrible scratching sound echoed out into the air. A single word etched in fire covered the entire wall. "Return" it said. The cousins stopped attacking, ran out of the way, and a moment later, disapparated. They reappeared in the house where Geneve had been taken. "What's the big idea, calling us back??" yelled the woman of the two cousins. "Ya! We were getting close! Her magic is so strong, it even penetrates protective spells! She will be stronger with it!" the man said frantically. "Enough!" shouted the woman who had previously posed as Geneve using Polyjuice potion. She had redressed into long, deep red robes, and her blonde hair was tied back in a plait and red ribbon. She ducked down to the floor and drew a circle with chalk. She placed 4 candles around the circle. "We must start now. The potion is ready with Valencia's magic. Geneve can battle her herself, and steal it when the time is right. You will need to tie her up, now. Bring her to the circle, it's time to start the transformation." the woman turned to Geneve's father, who paused only for a moment, before wrenching her up from the couch by her wrists and dragging her across the room. Geneve screamed.
Ms. Elsewhere Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 881 Location: In role play game of course!	Posted: Tuesday 1 April 2008 02 25 00 am in topic:The Next Generation "But not today." she said, and she stood up. Then, she suddenly fell to her knees, clutching her throat. "No not yet!" she groaned. Liam watched as Geneve's face started to bubble. He started to back away, horrified. Geneve covered her face, and in a moment she revealed it again; but it wasn't Geneve. It was a pale faced woman with blonde hair! The woman stood up, a good foot taller than Geneve would have been, the robes on her body hung like a small dress and the top was pulling apart from the width of her shoulders. She scowled at Liam, straightened up, and in a moment, she had disapparated, leaving him completely confused.
Ms. Elsewhere Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 881 Location: In role play game of course!	Posted: Monday 31 March 2008 05 24 04 pm in topic:The Next Generation Geneve came around the corner, and at the front of the house two witches were dueling a man and woman in dark robes. Another man in furs was laying on the ground, and then she saw Liam. She ran over to him, lifting his head. "Liam?" she said softly. No response. "Liam!" she said, and shook him. She slapped as his cheek, trying to revive him. Liam began to stir. His eyes opened and he looked up at her. Geneve paused for a moment, trying to tell if she could sense the Veela magic. It was hard for her, because she wasn't Geneve, she was a full grown witch hiding inside Geneve. She stared into Liam's face, waiting for him to speak. Even though Liam looked happy to see her, no Veela magic was eminating off him. [i]'It would seem he doesn't know how to control it yet'[/i], thought Geneve. She smiled at him, and helped him to stand up. Liam brushed off the snow, and looked out at the battle.
FawkesthePhoenix Joined: 31 December 2006 Posts: 3534 Location: No idea, all I know is that there are a LOT of felt-tipped pens...	Posted: Sunday 30 March 2008 01 08 24 pm in topic:RPG: The Time-Turner [Suspended] Linda struggled to regain consiousness. She was in a cold room with a damp floor. How did she get there? Linda sat up. Her clothes were covered in mud and grime. Eww. A door opened, and a hooded man walked in. Linda scrambled to her feet and took a defensive karate stance. But the man just thrust some clean clothes and a bundle of food into her arms. Then he walked out and shut the door, leaving Linda in darkness. How could she possibly move in this black? No sooner had she thought this when a soft blue light hit the walls. Linda looked down to find it was coming from a white stone on her necklace. Her mother had given it to her shortly before she disappeared. How was her mother connected to all this? It didn't make sense. Linda took a closer look at the clothes. They seemed to be robes of some sort. Linda slipped them on. They were warm and clean, much more comfortable than her muddy jeans. She leaned against the wall, wondewring what to do, when she fell through it. A secret passageway. Cool. Linda stepped through it and came out into a disgustingly slimey tunnel. Yeck. Surely whoever lived here could afford some sort of soap? The wall closed silently behind her. Linda walked forward. No point in staying in that room.
*Riley* Joined: 30 November 2007 Posts: 2031 Location: Celebrating with good friends	Posted: Saturday 29 March 2008 05 35 03 am in topic:The Next Generation He stared at Aruthur who looked deadly.. He held out his hand wich had his wand, "Don't worry keep your wand, we need some prtecion" Arthur said. Liam stowed his wand back in his soaked robes and stared at the dog in amazement. "I wonder if it knows we are watching?" he asked himself. BANG , there was an explotion where the adults were.. Panick arose in Liams stomache
Ms. Elsewhere Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 881 Location: In role play game of course!	Posted: Saturday 29 March 2008 05 07 23 am in topic:The Next Generation Geneve glared at Liam. "What did you do that for?" she shouted, and turned around to go after him. But just as she did, the strange man who Liam had cursed with a total body bind was beginning to stir. He tried to get up, but when he moved something roled out from under his robes. Geneve watched as the object rolled into the light; It was a viale of dark liquid - blood! "He took it...." Geneve remembered Arthur rambling about his cut. It was this man who had attacked Arthur. Geneve felt terrified. This man had killed the headmaster, thrashed Arthur, and tried to drag her off earlier. She decided now was a good time to leave. "Are you coming??" she shrieked at Liam. Liam considered the man for a moment, then turned to follow Geneve out the door. When they reached the foot of the stairs, the front door was wide open, letting in skin prickling cold air. Genveve rushed through the door. Arthur was standing outside, and in front of him he could see the professor and the strange man. Something strange was happening.... Arthur was shouting at the two adults, but they were ignoring him. Then he tried to walk forward, and hit something so hard it caused him to fall back in the snow. Geneve ran over to help him. "Get off! Get away from me! " He shouted and swung a fist at Geneve which connected with her chin. She fell back, clutching her face. "Hey!" Liam stepped forward and Arthur kicked at him, knocking his feet out from under him so Liam fell flat on his back. Arthur stood up and ran around the back of the house. Liam was winded and Geneve sat up, rubbing her jaw. "Arthur! Arthur please wait!" she called. Liam had rolled onto his front, gasping for air.
Ms. Elsewhere Joined: 13 January 2008 Posts: 881 Location: In role play game of course!	Posted: Thursday 27 March 2008 02 02 47 am in topic:The Next Generation Geneve felt that distant feeling again, like she had when she had first encountered the ring in the girl's toilets. When she had last seen Melissa Malfoy. She wondered how she was. She had lost track of time; how long had they been stranded in this place? She let go of Liam's hand, afraid of loosing herself again in the ring and waking up finding something else awful had happened. "Well..." she said. "What do you suggest we do now? And... where's Arthur?" She looked around. She couldn't see him, and her heart sank. "Arthur?" she called. THen she noticed a body in the corner of the room, in a crumpled heap. She ran over, taking out her wand and approached. She turned the person over. It was Arthur! He was deathly pale, and the sleeve on his left arm had been wrenched up showing a sickening gash from wrist to elbow. Geneve felt sick. "He's hurt!" she called out ot Liam. Arthur's black robes were soaked in his blood; Geneve lifted him up a bit, and he groaned. "But he's alive. Someone has cut him." Arthur opened his eyes and when he saw Geneve he tried to speak. "He cut me..." he started. "Who? Who did this?" Geneve asked urgently. "It was....pouring out.... he.... he took it...." Arthur's voice was barely a whisper. "You hang in there, don't speak." Geneve said sternly, even though tears were welling in her eyes. She layed Arthur back down, and stood up. Liam was right beside them. She starred at him. "What are we going to do?!" She asked urgently. "We need help, NOW!"
DucksRMagical Joined: 28 December 2006 Posts: 2535 Location: Going through LeakyCon withdrawal	Posted: Sunday 23 March 2008 04 10 49 pm in topic:Albus Potter and the Secrets Within I have changed the title! I just didn't like the other one. When I first set out to write this, I thought I'd be doing more Harry POV chapters. Thus, Harry was 'Back at Hogwarts'. But as I wrote, I found the story revolved around Albus more than Harry. Chapter 31: Spying Albus woke up late the next morning, but he was still up before John or Matt were. Bilius and Ethan's beds were empty, so they were already up. Albus was surprised that John wasn't up yet. He rarely ever missed Breakfast, even on the weekends. The Quidditch match wasn't for another two hours, so Albus quietly got dressed and read a bit of his [i]Quidditch in the Twentieth Century[/i] book. He had been reading for a half hour when he heard someone come into the room. "Albus?" a voice called out, "Aren't you up yet?" Albus looked up from his book, "Oh, hi Rose, Amanda. I've been up for a while, but those two are still asleep." He jerked his head towards John and Matt's beds. "I don't think I've ever seen John miss breakfast before," Rose commented while looking at his sleeping form. "Me neither. But we did stay up pretty late last night," Albus said. "Yeah. We've been up for a while, doing homework," Rose responded. "Still have loads more to do, though," Amanda sighed, "I haven't made much progress on my phases of the moon essay for Astronomy." "Bet Matt could have that done in fifteen minutes," Albus commented, "He could probably help you." "Good idea, I'll ask him after the match," Amanda decided, "We should probably get them up, though." Albus agreed and pulled back the curtains on Matt's bed while Rose and Amanda prodded John awake. Albus looked down at Matt, who was sleeping soundly. Albus almost felt bad waking him up, but he knew Matt wanted to watch the match and would be mad if no one woke him up in time. Albus pulled back the blankets and gently poked his arm. "Wha's going on?" Matt mumbled. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "We almost slept through Quidditch," John replied sleepily as he got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom. "Oh, right!" Matt yawned and got up immediately. Fifteen minutes later, Albus headed down to the Great Hall with his friends to have lunch before the match. The usual excitement that accompanied a Quidditch match was in the air when they walked into the room. Harry had been right when he said that Quidditch would take people's minds off Rita Skeeter's article. Albus hadn't heard anyone mention it in days. It seemed as if everyone had finally forgotten about it. "Why can't the conditions be like this when we play?" James groaned as he sat down next to Albus. The weather was unusually good. It was still bitterly cold, but it was relatively sunny. "Well, it doesn't matter, because our team can play in any weather!" Samantha Meyers announced. "The Hufflepuffs on the other hand...." "They're better than the Slytherins this year," James commented. "True, but the Slytherins haven't totally lost the Cup yet. Ravenclaw only beat them by 30 points in their match. Now, if they lose to Hufflepuff in the next match, they'll be out of the running," Samantha explained. After lunch, everyone made their way to the Quidditch pitch. Albus and his friends managed to get good seats, but none of them really knew which team to root for. The match lasted almost two hours before the Ravenclaw Seeker finally caught the Snitch. Both Seekers spent most of the match hovering above the other players, neither of them managing to see the Snitch. James was sitting a few seats down from Albus and Albus heard him shouting to the Seekers on numerous occasions because he had seen the Snitch. In the end, the Ravenclaw Seeker saw it hovering near the Hufflepuff goal posts, caught it and won the game. Albus and his friends spent the remainder of the day working on their homework. Matt was able to help Amanda finish her essay, and everyone helped him catch up on all the work he had missed the previous week. ****** "Fifteen minutes left!" Professor Slughorn announced during double potions one March afternoon, a few weeks later. "Bring a sample of your potion up to my desk for grading and clean up, please!" Albus poured a bit of his boil-cure potion into a vial and took it up to Professor Slughorn while John cleaned out their cauldron. "Albus, m'boy!" Slughorn grinned at him and took his potion. He held it up to the light and shook it. "Near perfect, I think! Could have done with a few more porcupine quills, but very good. "Now, I am planning on having another little meeting this Sunday evening," Slughorn went on, as he put Albus's potion on his desk with the others. "I was hoping you and Miss Weasley would be able to attend." Albus inwardly groaned. He did not want to go to another Slug Club meeting. The thought of being that close to Quinton Willinson again made him shudder. "Er, well, actually, I've got lessons with my Aunt Hermione every Sunday. Rose does, too." "Oh, what a shame," Slughorn replied, "Maybe next time, then?" "Er, maybe," Albus shifted nervously. He had no intentions of ever going to another Slug Club meeting. At least not while Willinson was still at Hogwarts. Albus went back to his table, got his bag, and left the room with his friends. As they walked up the stairs to the Entrance Hall, Albus told them about the Slug Club meeting. "You're not going, are you, Albus?" John questioned. "Definitely not," Albus replied adamantly, "Plus, I've got Occlumency that night anyway." "I'm glad he made the meeting for a Sunday, then," Rose commented. "Yeah, me too. But he won't do it again, though. Now that he knows we have lessons that night. I guess next time I'll just have to say I've got too much homework or something," Albus said. "Or use a Puking Pastille or Fever Fudge or something," John suggested. "That could work," Albus replied as they emerged into the Entrance Hall. They started to cross towards the Great Hall when Albus noticed someone walking towards them. He grabbed the backs of Rose and Matt's robes and stopped them. "What?" Matt turned around and looked quizzically at Albus. "Shush!" Albus whispered, "Come here." Albus lead them over to a broom cupboard and pulled them inside it. "What are we doing in here?" John asked loudly. "Shush!" Albus said again and opened the door a crack. "Look at that man. He's who I saw arguing with Washburn!" Rose, John, Matt, and Amanda each took a turn peering out the door to look at the wizard. "Are you sure?" Rose asked. "Positive," Albus replied. "Wait, you saw him arguing with Washburn?" Matt asked. "Oh, right, you were in the Hospital Wing then," Albus remembered. He quickly rehashed what he had overheard while doing detention for Washburn. "So Washburn's doing some kind of job for that wizard?" "Yeah," Albus said, "And I think they're up to something. I say we follow him." "But it's time for supper!" John whined. "Exactly. Which means no one will be around to wonder what we're up to," Albus reasoned. "Plus, we'll get supper after." John sighed, "Fine. Where do you think they went?" "Probably Washburn's office." Rose opened the door. "Let's go then." Albus followed Rose out the door and they crept up the stairs towards Washburn's office, with John, Matt, and Amanda following. The corridors were empty since everyone was in the Great Hall. They reached the Charms classroom and Albus peeked inside. Washburn and the other wizard were standing near his desk, arguing in hushed voices. Albus motioned for his friends to move closer and the five of them huddled near the open door, being careful not to make too much noise. "You haven't done it yet," the strange man hissed, "Why haven't you done it?" "I'm sorry!" Washburn replied, "I haven't been able to yet!" "Well, why not? It doesn't seem that difficult to me." "It's harder than you'd think! I don't know where they are!" Washburn answered. "I've told you how to find out!" "I know and I've been trying. I have, really!" Washburn moaned. Albus looked quizzically at his friends. He had never seen Washburn like this before. Usually, it was Washburn who was doing the bullying, not the other way around. But this man was obviously angry that Washburn hadn't finished whatever he wanted him to do. "Well, hurry up then. Try harder!" the strange wizard insisted. "I will, I will." "You know we cannot proceed without them. I'm positive I know where one of them is, but it will prove very difficult to get. Once we find out where the others are, we'll do them first. They're the more important ones anyway. So, you must do it soon. Just find out where they are. I'll retrieve them. You've obviously had difficulties with even doing the simple task of finding them, let alone retrieve them," the wizard growled. "Yes, I know. I will try harder, I will. It's just...," Washburn trailed off. "What?!" the wizard demanded. Albus leaned his head closer to the doorway, but Washburn remained silent. Then Albus felt a wet object collide with his head. "Argh!" he screamed and turned around. "Ickle firsties!" Peeves was bobbing up and down in the air, cackling madly. "Spying on teachers? Very naughty! "Peeves!" Rose shouted as the poltergeist heaved a water balloon at her head. Peeves cackled and threw another water balloon at Albus. "What is going on out here?!" Washburn appeared in the doorway, his voice returning to the usual rage that Albus was used to. "Firsties spying on your meeting, Professor, Sir!" Peeves saluted Washburn and flew down the hallway, laughing hysterically. "Potter!" Washburn spat, glaring at Albus. Albus stood trembling and soaking wet, waiting for whatever was coming next. At the time, spying on Washburn seemed like a great idea. But now that he thought about it, it was inevitable that they would be caught. The strange wizard came sauntering out of the room with a smug look on his face. "I think that concludes our discussion. I shall be speaking with you shortly." He walked down the corridor and disappeared around a corner. Washburn watched him leave and once he was gone, Washburn turned back to Albus. "Just what, do you lot, think you were doing?" he seethed. Albus stood still, but said nothing. Rose, John, Matt, and Amanda remained silent as well. Washburn looked at each of them in turn and returned his gaze to Albus. "100 points from Gryffindor. And detention, this Monday at 7 pm, all of you. I'll have you polishing the trophies," he spat. Albus nodded. 100 points, that was the most Washburn had ever taken from them before. The detention was no big deal, but the points would set Gryffindor quite a ways back in the running for the House Cup. "Um, Professor," Matt whispered, "Is there any chance we could do it this weekend, maybe, instead of Monday?" Washburn turned to glare at Matt, looking livid. "NO! I've got other detentions scheduled for the weekend! You'll meet me in the Trophy Room at 7 pm on Monday, or I'll report you to the Headmaster!" He gave Matt one more piercing stare and went back into his room, slamming the door behind him. Albus turned and looked at his friends. They all had shocked expressions on their faces and Matt looked quite worried. Rose's hair was dripping with water. "Told you we should have gone to supper instead," John commented, as they started walking down the corridor. "Shut it," Albus replied, "We may have gotten detention, but we did hear some useful information." "He's got a point," Rose said, "Washburn's definitely up to something. That man wants him to find something out, find out where something is, and then they're going to try to steal it." "I guess, but we don't even know what they're trying to find out. We can't really do anything about it," John responded. "And Washburn's even more angry with us," Matt said dryly. "Yeah, but he already hates me so much that it doesn't matter," Albus pointed out, "By the way, why did you want the detention switched? That's not the, you know, is it?" Albus asked, not wanting to say 'full moon' out loud, in case anyone was lurking around. "No," Matt whispered, "But it's two nights after the detention, so I'll already be feeling miserable." "Oh," Albus said, remembering how tired Matt always was in the days preceding the full moon. "Maybe you could talk to my dad or Professor Longbottom? They'd make Washburn switch it." "I know they would, but then word would get around to Malfoy. The last thing I need is him wondering why I can choose when I have my detentions. You know Washburn would somehow mention it in class." "Yeah, he would," Albus said darkly. "We'll just polish your trophies for you," John assured him, "Just make it look like you're doing something and we'll cover for you." Matt smiled weakly, "Thanks." "So, we going to go eat supper or not?" John turned towards the stairs. "You guys go ahead," Albus answered, "I've got to go change out of these wet robes." He gave Rose a meaningful glance. "I've got to change, too," Rose told them and gestured to her soaking robes. "All right," John said, and started down the stairs with Matt and Amanda. Albus and Rose set off for Gryffindor Tower. Once they entered the deserted common room, Rose turned to look at Albus. "You thought of the Hallows when you heard Washburn talking, didn't you?" "Yeah," Albus said, "Did you?" Rose nodded, "It does seem suspicious." "It's got to be him. It fits. That's why he hates me. He thought I'd know where the Hallows are, but I don't." "I dunno. I mean, it does fit, but still, Washburn's a teacher." "So what? Teachers can be Dark wizards, too." "I know, but we don't have any proof! We didn't even hear him say 'Hallows'," Rose reasoned. "I know, so I don't think we should tell my dad yet, we can't get him in trouble, but it's a start. And we learned more about the Hallows," Albus pointed out, "They already know where one of them is, but it's going to be hard to get. Maybe it's heavily guarded?" "Probably. Anyway, I think we'll probably have to take Dumbledore's advice and talk to John, Matt, and Amanda about it. We've got to find out what they are." "Yeah, we should. We'll do it soon," Albus assured her. "Albus, do you think that Washburn, or whoever is trying to get the Hallows, will be able to bring back Voldemort?" Rose asked quietly. "I don't think so. I mean, he's dead, right? So how could he come back? Plus, in my dream, the wizard said he was going to bring about Voldemort's 'ideals'." "Well, his 'ideals' are pretty scary," Rose shuddered, "And the idea of a second Voldemort's almost as scary as the first one." "Yeah," Albus agreed, "Which is why we've got to keep Washburn from getting the Hallows."