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?


10. The Week

One week, that was all that was given to those who could enter the tournament to think it over and decide. What the other two schools did during that week was not anyone's concern, yet many did wonder from time to time. Hogwarts students, meanwhile, were given lesson like normal. The only break in routine, was the talk of who would try what to get their name in the Goblet, the actual putting in of names, and the fact there were two more schools at meals.

As it turned out, many people tried to outwit Dumbledore by using an age potion. It didn't work out for any of the, all ending up as the Weasley twins had, old and bearded, even the girls.

Lea personally didn't understand why anyone would want to go into that 'game' if it meant you'd probably die, and told Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco so. Draco, who was told at a different time than the Potter gang, said it was a matter of pride to just out your name in, most didn't think they'd get chosen.

Harry, meanwhile, said that it was a sense of honor, that if you could save someone else pain by putting you name in you should. Hermione said that it had something to do with healthy competition while Ron, well, he said he'd do it just for a chance at all that gold. It could help his family a lot, which was honorable, to an extent.

"Would you put your name in," Lea asked Draco one night in an empty common room.

"Personally? I would probably have to, even if I wasn't chosen, to make sure the Malfoy name lived up to its name. If I was chosen, I'd have to fight in it, and if I didn't win, I wouldn't have tried hard enough, if I died, it would have been too hard, and if by some miracle I won, it might have been too easy or I might have just been lucky, depending on how father felt at the time. What about you," Draco asked, even though he probably knew her answer.

"I don't think so, unless it was to help someone. Besides, I have the unfair advantage," she replied with a grin, earning a chuckle from Draco.

"That you do, though I wonder if you could talk with dragons. Hagrid had one the year before you came, Potter and his friends saw it hatch and I tried to expose it. Granger, Potter, Longbottom, and I all got detention in the Dark Forest with him after being caught out of bed by McGonagall," Draco said. "Scared Longbottom in the first two minutes."

"Oh, that's so hard to do. And Forest it so scary," Lea said with a roll of her eyes.

"It is for us normal people, thank you very much. It was dark and a full moon and we kept hearing wolves howl and we thought it was a werewolf. Obviously I know the difference now, but I didn't then," Draco said with a little hurt pride in his voice.

"Yes, you do. It's going to be a bother keeping the whole pretense up for the rest of my schooling days," Lea sighed.

"At least you get out of class."

"Unlike you, Draco, I actually do enjoy school. And it's rather dull to sit in a dusty old room with nothing to do. I can't exactly do wondering about, and Severus is strict about the no shapeshifting thing, and I don't like intruding on other people's minds. Especially teenagers, who have really wicked minds."

"Really? So tell me, why does Potter think about," Draco said interested.

"I'm not going to give away any secrets, if that's what you mean, but he doesn't think about that normal stuff other teens do, most how unfair Voldemort, oh grow up, it's just a name, and not even his real name," she said as he flinched. "Anyway, about him killing his parents, what his life would be like if they were alive, how he can get back at his aunt and uncle for their cruelty, nothing all that different, just different than most teens."

"Why get back at his family, I'm sure they treated him like a king," Draco said bitterly.

"They hate him, and magic. Would probably kill me if they met my neighbors, who think Mom, Kingsley, and I are Satanists. Ive met his family before, they kept him locked in a cupboard under the stair most of his childhood, and made him do all the chores. Not to mention the constant beating from his cousin and his gang. I'm surprised he never accidentally put them in the hospital," Lea explained.

Draco looked startled at the revelation. "His friends don't even know some of the nastier parts," Lea confessed. "And don't you dare say anything to anyone about this, I will know." Draco nodded his head, he had no doubt Lea would find out.

"Well, it's getting late. We should get to sleep," Draco said, yawning.

"Yeah. 'Night, Draco. And thanks for, you know, sticking up for me," Lea said with a soft blush, that in turn made Draco blush.

"No problem."

Two days later,  Lea was sitting in the back desk of Moody's classroom, watching as he put the Imperious curse on Harry, watching as he struggled against it, but ultimately failed, but he did last long we than anyone else.

"Right, you almost had it Potter, we'll work on it. Now, there is one student here that has not had the pleasure of trying out this curse and participation is key, right next to CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!!!" Moody said, screaming the last two words, right in the faces of the front row students, who also ended up with spittle in their faces.

"So, Ms. Talbot, will you do us the honor of participating in class willingly, or do you need to be forced like a child," Moody asked, the whole room quiet. No one was brave enough to try and bully Lea, not after the disappearances each month that 'proved' she was a werewolf. Of course, no one was brave enough to stand up to Moody either, so they all watched on.

"Oh, leave her alone. It's not like she can do anything against it anyway," Draco said, with the air of indifference, but he was looking nervously around, wanting desperately for Potter or his gang to catch on that this was not a good thing to do.

Surprisingly, it was not Potter, Granger, or even Weasley who supported Draco, nor anyone from his House, but Neville Longbottom, and another Gryffindor, named Genevieve Navy, a girl with long blonde hair, that was actually below her bottom, pulled up about a foot by a tight bun that turned into a pony tail. She had bright, ocean blue eyes that were almond shaped, curving slightly as if she had Asian ancestry I've five generations back. Her face was heart shaped, loving and hard, sympathetic and cruel. She was a walking contradiction, invisible, yet demanding to be heard and a sore thumb.

"Yeah, leave her alone. Maybe it brings back bad memories," Neville said, remembering his own haunting memory.

"Yeah, if she doesn't want to do this, she doesn't have to. And I have more than half a mind to join her," Genevieve said, arms crossed over her chest.

Draco sighed silently, never one to show thankfulness.

"You know what? I think I will join her. Not that this isn't all interesting, but I'd rather be in control of my body, and I'm not exactly fighting to save a life, so thanks, but no thanks," the blonde girl said, going to sit by Lea.

And that is how those three met, because right after that, Neville joined them in back, to everyone's surprise. Even the Glare of Death with that Freaky Magical Eye, as everyone began calling it, didn't stop the three, although it did stop others from joining the three brave students. Well, it looked like Lea did belong in Slytherin with all the trouble she was causing in class, and she hadn't said a word.

The next day, the Champions were chosen.

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