Sparks of the Tempest

Sequel to Child of Innocence. With Harry's fifth year comes the return of Voldemort: ominous news for both Harry and Severus. Coupled with the oppression of the Ministry of Magic, Harry's fifth year is not shaping up to be much better than his last. With Severus's help, can he manage to defy the Ministry and convince the Wizarding world of Voldemort's return?


35. Chapter 35

Snape did look into it. Two days after their chat, Snape walked into potions class with his head held high, hooked nose in the air. 

"So melodramatic," Ron snorted. Harry gave him a quizzical look. "Hermione," he explained. 
Harry nodded and looked back down at his potions book full of concoctions that even the greatest potions professor would not be able to conjure up without being sent to Azkaban for using dark magic. Harry had never understood why the authors of such books would put said recipes in a book for school children to see. It never made sense to Harry why people would put a large chunk of illegal temptation in front of youth who are easily influenced.

"Today we will be making the antidote to Veritaserum. You will feed your partner Veritaserum and then when they blab the truth of one of your questions, you will give them the Antidote. If you fail to do so, your partner will be under the control of Veritaserum for a few hours after. Good luck. You will find the ingredients on page three hundred and forty seven."

The class scrambled to the cupboard to collect their ingredients before a cloud of smoke hovered above the busy heads of the students. Snape often wandered around, hovering mainly around the table where Draco worked away furiously. A girl from Slytherin that worked across from Draco nudged the table whilst Draco was ladling his potion into a vile. "Are you kidding me!" Draco screamed as his potion was spilled on the stone floor. Raging, Draco drew his wand and was about to cast a spell at the girl when Severus stepped in between the two. "Detention Mr. Malfoy. Be in my office at seven pm tonight."

Draco placed his wand back in his pocket, his head hung low. 


Draco sucked away at the pad of his thumb as he flipped pages of a book dressed in an emerald cover that didn't belong it's wearer. 'Book of Children's Stories', a cover he recognized from a book, now probably only loose pages that used to balance between a few other books in his father's bookcase.

"Draco?" Daphne sat down beside him on the cold stone floor, "What are you doing?"

Draco slammed the book closed in surprise, "Nothing of your concern, thank you."

Daphne stood to her feet, Draco following, "Well, excuse me." Daphne snapped, still trying to keep a civil tongue in her head.

"Don't be daft, Daphne," Draco scoffed, following his friend, the book now tucked safely in his bag. He jogged after her and grabbed her arm, "Look I'm sorry. It's- It's private."

"Private!" Daphne spat, roughly pulling her arm from his grip, "Draco, nothing's private in this school. Everyone knows everything."

Draco shook his head and continued to speed walk beside her, "I can show you..."

"Show me what Draco!" Daphne chortled, "Your silly magic book? No thanks. Not interested."

"Really?" Draco retorted before pulling her around to face him. He quickly dove in until his lips were barely an inch from her face, he could feel her breath on his face. He took this opportunity and kissed her lips. They weren't there for long when a gasp was heard from just around the corner. They broke apart and looked around to see who was there but they saw no-one. Draco looked back at Daphne, admiring the smudge of tinted chapstick that had spread to her upper lip before her fist collided with his face.

She coughed in disgust, "What was that for!?"

Draco just laughed in response, "The chance was there, and I took it." He wiped his own lip, busted and bleeding. His cheek was already forming a tinge of purple bruise.

Daphne turned on her heels and walked away, leaving Draco smiling down at the floor. 


Hermione climbed through the portrait hole, tears brimming at the edge of her eyes. She scanned the common room for two familiar faces for a few seconds before her eyes landed on them at a round table working on a piece of parchment. "I know what's wrong with Draco," she proclaimed.

Ron and Harry looked up. Hermione had her hands on the table, arms bent and was leaning over the table slightly so not to be overheard by lingering students.

Ron raised an eyebrow, "Spit it out then."

Hermione huffed, displeased with his bluntness, "Well, I saw him kissing Daphne by the Room of Requirement. She's using him for Dark Magic!"

"Daphne?" Harry enquired, "Like DA Daphne?"

"Well, what other Daphne do we know!" Hermione cried as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 
Ron took a breath as if to start listing a bunch of Daphne's that he knew but Hermione raised her hand to silence him, "I don't want to hear the long list of Daphne's you probably have in that head of yours, Ronald."

Ron shut his mouth and pouted. Harry stood up.

"Where are you going mate?" Ron called after him.

Harry turned around. "To talk to Daphne while Draco's in detention."

Hermione put her hand on her forehead. "You two aren't subtle at all are you?"

Ron tossed a Bert Botts Every Flavour Bean in the air and caught it in his mouth, "Nope we are certainl- Urgh! Mud flavor."

Hermione forced a laugh, but the image of the pair kissing still burned in her mind. 

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