The Slytherin Scandal: Year Three

Lea is in her third year of school. After facing a crazy werewolf, twice, a mass murderer, and Tom Riddle in her fury two years, she should be fearless about stuff like that. However, now there's love, dances, and a tournament to keep her up. Not to mention her neighbors are crazy, Draco Malfoy's father hates her, Lea's in love with Draco, and she can't trust her new DADA teacher. This isn't including her mom's new love interest, who Lea actually likes. Now, she's looking over her shoulder as she nearly dies, and all of this is after the drama of the end of the summer. What happens when there is a traitor suspected in the school?


2. Owls and Dogs Chasing Sticks

"You mean to say that, for the last two years, you've been going to a school for magic, have some... connection with animals, and that you're a werewolf, while you, Amelia, are dating the er.... wizard that is watching over Lea so that she doesn't hurt anyone while during the full moon, even though she can control the transformation?" Lea's grandfather, Albert, asked, trying to clear things up. He found it pretty unbelievable that any of this existed and his wife, Hannah, was entertaining the idea that it was either a practice joke or this Kingsley Shacklebolt was creating an elaborate ploy to get Amelia's attention.

"Are you sure aren't joking with us," Hannah asked them.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sure," Lea said with a small sympathetic smile towards her grandparents.

"If it were a joke, we most certainly not play it on you," Amelia said, assuringly.

This seemed to convince the pair, just that it wasn't a joke. "Could this Kingsley fellow be putting on this production to get closer to you," Hannah whispered. "How much do you actually know about this man?"

Kingsley said nothing, mostly because he wasn't there. He had gone off to Diagon Alley to get something and to meet with Author Weasley, who he was to pass a report on to. Lea knew it was about her, that was the reason Kingsley was here in the first place.

"He's not tricking us," Lea said with a small chuckle.

"How do you know," Albert asked, now warming to the idea.

"I highly doubt that he could convince several hundred kids to pretend they have magic, and make me think I can turn into animals. Not to mention the scars I have," Lea said, pulling back her long sleeve, just up past her wrist to show silvery scars in intricate patterns.

After some convincing, mostly by the sudden owl that flew into the dinning room, who went straight to Lea and rubbed his head against and handing her that year's school supply list, Hannah and Albert both seemed to conclude that they were telling the truth. Later that day, they left.

"Sorry, dears. But we have to have time to think," Albert said as he smiled at the two women.

"Also, you find that me being a werewolf kinda freaks you out. You don't want to take any chances with Grandma. And I don't blame you in the slightest," Lea said with a smile as she hugged her grandfather, then grandmother.

"We'll come visit soon, and after the full moon," Hannah said with a small smile.

As soon as they left, Lea went to the woods just to sit and watch. Raven came with her, purring slightly on Lea's lap. A breeze passed by, bringing with it the smell of a big black dog-man. Lea chuckled at the name, which many animals called her animagus friend, who happened to be on the run for his life.

Lea had strange friends. One Boy Who Lived, one red-headed pain, one know-it-all with bushy hair, one framed murderer, all animals, and half of a Pureblood Slytherin who hates muggles, or at least pretends to, Lea thought, ticking off her friends on her fingers. And there was a brooding Potions Master, who was more like a father, and Kingsley who was dating her mom. Not to mention the werewolf that had bitten her last year.

Lea giggled at the thought of Remus, in his wolf form, chasing a stick that she had just thrown. 'Where did that image come from,' Lea asked herself.

'Me. I thought you'd get a laugh,' chuckled Lea's Wolf, an instinct that all werewolves had.

'It was certainly funny,' agreed the girl, who could now hear the heavy breathing of the dog-man. As he pushed his way through the bushes, Lea couldn't help another giggle at the thought of both Remus and Sirius tuning and fighting over the same stick.

Sirius' head turned to the side in curiosity at the girl laughing.

"You don't want to know," Lea barked, literally barking in the language of dogs.

"I think that I would," the black dog said with a slight glare.

"Do you chase sticks," Lea asked with another giggle.

"I DON'T play fetch!" The dog said indignantly.

"Sorry, Sirius, but I thought of you and Remus chasing the same stick. I wonder who would win," Lea said, still smiling.

"Remus would, obviously. He's a werewolf," Sirius said, now in human form.

"What's up," Lea asked, still slightly thinking about a wolf and dog chasing a stick.

"Just making my way around, running for my life, the usual," Sirius said with a shrug.

"Hmmm. So, how's Harry," Lea asked, wondering if Sirius had stayed in touch.

"His family is scared stiff that I'll come in at the dead of night and kill them all. Harry seemed to think it was best if his aunt and uncle didn't know that I had been proven innocent. But you can ask him soon enough," he replied. Lea looked at him in confusion, her only answer was a shake of the head and a "it's a surprise."

Oh, how Lea hated that answer! She gave a dramatic sigh and huffed. If he did want to tell her, than fine. She'd find out soon enough.

"Well, it was nice seeing you again. Even if you are being a jerk," Lea told him, standing up. "I'll see you later I guess."

After that, she set off to her home, being careful to avoid her neighbors. As she walked into the house, she could immediately tell that Kingsley was back, and her mother seemed to be excited, along with Juliet. 'I wonder what happened,' Lea pondered, about to find out.

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