Little did Sadie know, her body which was lying in the in the hospital, wrapped her arms around Meadow. Severus had walked in to watch the wonderful slight of Sadie lifting her hands, her elbows, and her shoulders even rolled up over Meadow, who was crying for some unknown reason to him. He pressed a button to get a healer to come to the room. Sadie was starting to come back.
Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Truth Comes Out
Terrance had waited up for Meadow to get back to the common room. He was unsure of what to do since last year they slept in the same room for the week, but he didn't say anything as he noticed her bloodshot eyes. Terry immediately walked her upstairs and into his and Theo's room; Meadow walked to the closest bed (which happened to be his bed), so he flipped to Theo's bed. She soon feel into a fitful sleep, her breaths were shallow, and within five minutes she began to toss and turn, causing Terrance to be a bit alarmed. Meadow had never been this bad last year, unless something had changed or he couldn't remember properly.
Terrance watched her, lost in his own thoughts. How Meadow got messed up with those Gryffindor's, how she was nothing like her father—at least, not to the point where she was unbearably bitter. He was confused over why Severus had Meadow move around, she had mentioned a few different places she had lived when she was telling a story about something or another from her past. The situation with her mother, why was she crying before? Was it bad? Was it good?
The blue-eyed boy stayed up for what seemed like a couple hours with all of his questions that floated around, in reality, it was only a few minutes. Then Terrance fell into a deep sleep as well.
When he woke up, Meadow was gone from his bed and Bee had replaced her. "G'morning, Kitten," Terrance said as he rubbed sleep out of his eyes and sat up. His hair was sticking up in all different directions (he let it grow out rather than keeping it short); he wiped his mouth, he had a bad habit of keeping it open when he was sleeping.
Even though he was curious of where his friend went, Terry got up and went to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. He got out and wrapped the towel around his waist, he forgot to bring his clothes into the bathroom, his face warmed as he peaked his head out of the bathroom. Meadow still had yet to return so he dashed out and gathered his clothes, dark jeans, a green sweater with a silver 'S' on it, and underwear, before he darted back into the bathroom to change.
Terrance had a lot on his mind as he went and sat on the edge of his bed. Including classwork he might have neglected before (the professors had gracefully given him until the end of the week to turn things in), the attacks on students, well more of the Chamber in general. It was such a confusing topic to try and wrap the whole situation to make sense to one, no wonder everyone was blaming Potter for everything that was happening. Meadow was off to figure it out no doubt, he thought of his friend, she was always off trying to figure out things with those three Gryffindors.
It was slightly infuriating that Meadow spent so much time with them, and so little time with him, Theo, and Daphne now a days. Terrance could tell by little things Daphne did that Meadow's disappearances made brunette was furious, such as her hands clenching when Meadow would dart off after classes, or snapping at Theo at a little comment. Daphne was affected more by Meadow's disappearances than anyone. Terrance reasoned with himself, Daphne was annoyed more because she was supposed to be Meadow's best friend.
He snorted slightly as he pet Meadow's lynx. It was an usual color, instead of tan its colors were light yellow and eyes were also a very light yellow, but the ears were like any other normal lynx, long-haired and dip-dyed black. Terrance thought back about the conversation he had with Meadow about a month ago, the four were playing with polyjuice potion to make sure Draco Malfoy wasn't the Heir of Slytherin; it was a silly and stupid thing to do, it was very obvious that Draco wasn't the Heir at all. Terry didn't really believe that Potter was the Heir of Slytherin, but there were no other clues to who opened the Chamber or who even started all of this nonsense.
"Where's Meadow, Bee?" He asked the cat, not really expecting an answer; however, Bee picked her head up and blinked. The lynx jumped onto the floor and trotted off, only to look back at him before she went through the door.
Terrance, followed, not really expecting Bee to be waiting for him at the stair entrance by the dormitories, across from the door he walked out of was the girls' entrance for their rooms. Bee mewed at him and dashed downstairs, and he raced after the lynx. She disappeared out of the Slytherin common room wall, Terrance shrugged to himself and continued after Bee again. It was a hot pursuit, it was lucky that he was still training with the Quidditch team, even though he had some built up anger about losing to Draco.
Bee meowed again and darted through another door, it had an out-of-order sign on it, and a musty odor wafted out of it. He hesitated, it was a girl's lavatory after all, and then he decided just to go for it. Terrance looked around the hallway to make sure no one was around, pushed the door open and there Bee sat, her head cocked sideways at him as if she was questioning what took him so long to enter. "Well? Why are we in here?" He asked the lynx, but Bee picked up her paw and licked it, she was done helping him apparently. Terrance looked around the bathroom, in the middle there was a circle of sinks and separate mirrors for each one of them. The white marble was cracked and molded, he was starting to examine the sinks but a voice interrupted him.
"Terry?" He looked around the corner of the sinks and by the stalls. "Terrance Higgs?" Meadow's blonde hair popped out of one of the stalls, her dark eyes observed him carefully.
"Meadow?" Terrance responded, astounded. "What are you doing in an out of order bathroom?"
"The real question is, how did you find me?" She walked out of the stall.
"Bee, I was just joking around and asked her where you were and she led me here," He replied and looked around her, he heard someone whisper, "Is-Is someone with you?"
"Maybe…" Meadow replied and bit the bottom of her lip, which answered his question.
"Who's with you?" Terrance said as he rolled his light blue eyes, "You are a terrible liar."
He watched as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, "Okay! It's Hermione, we were just adding the last of the ingredients to the Polyjuice potion."
"Meadow!" A voice hissed at her.
"Oh you might as well just come out!" The Slytherin girl responded, her face slightly red from being caught in a lie. The bushy-haired Gryffindor walked out of the same stall and glared at Terrance.
"You nearly gave me a heart-attack!" The Muggle-born said as she crossed her arms.
"A Muggle condition where one's heart stops beating," She explained and stood next to Meadow.
"Erm… Right," Terrance responded, "Do you two honestly have this all thought out? This is completely mental!" He had to try to stop them, if they went through with the plan… He could at least say he tried.
"Yes, because I'm all about breaking school rules," Granger retorted, "We are going through with this, I'd rather break rules than anyone dying or more students getting Petrified!"
"Hermione!" Meadow hissed and hit her lightly on the shoulder.
"What?" The Gryffindor replied, "He asked!"
The two looked at him and he stumbled back a few steps. "Oh now look what you did," Meadow said to her, "You've frightened him!"
"Oi! I'm right here!" Terrance finally spoke up, he had been feeling a bit tongue-tied before. "I just don't want you to be doing anything bloody stupid," he was looking at Meadow, and the three knew it.
"I won't do anything stupid, just a bit reckless…" Meadow trailed off.
"Exactly!" He shot back at her and gained ground back on the two witches. He didn't want to seem like a coward, especially when he was trying to make the two witches to change their minds about this insane idea. "This is mental," Terrance restated.
"That, I will give you," Granger responded in a voice that still seemed to shove her book knowledge down your throat.
"So why do it?" He pressed and walked closer so they weren't shouting at each other.
"Because, if the Heir of Slytherin is Malfoy… Well, that would solve it, if he isn't the Heir of Slytherin, well, that just means we're not doing enough research," The Gryffindor responded.
"Doe," Terrance looked at his friend, "You know Draco's not the Heir, please stop this."
Meadow have him a sad smile, "You know I can't do that. Besides! On the positive side I get to give Parkinson a sleeping cupcake!" She beamed at him, her teeth showed, they were straight and white, perfect compared to her Gryffindor companion, whose two front teeth were a bit too long. Meadow's smile was something that was imperfect though, it was lopsided and made her eyes squint, but this was her real smile. Sometimes she'd fake a smile when she would say she would be fine, it wasn't as genuine or as real.
He rolled his eyes and scuffed, "Why are you up so early anyways? It's Winter break! Time to sleep in!"
"We had to finish the potion!" The two girls told him together. "Why are you up so early?" Meadow continued.
He shrugged, he really didn't have an answer to why he woke up early either. He was so used to getting up early for school and during the summer holiday. His father would always make him get up, go do choirs around the house or yardwork, or there would be days were his father was so enraged he took it out on Terrance. Which is why he hid his stomach, chest, and legs at all times, the scars had never healed fully to look like skin; his scars were a range of white, pink, and red from all the times his father would spell him.
Terrance shook his head and returned to reality, where Meadow was snapping her fingers in front of his face, "Terry? Terrance!"
"What?" He blubbered.
"We're going to the Gryffindor common room, what are you going to do?" Meadow asked him.
"I'm not sure, what should I be doing?" He said as his eyebrows came together slightly in confusion.
The two girls exchanged glances and started whispering to each other, once they came to an agreement, which was fairly quickly, "Change of plans, I'm coming with to the Slytherin common room, and Hermione, here is going up to the Gryffindor tower. We don't have to do anything until after the feast on Christmas anyways." Meadow looked in the stall quickly before hugged Granger quickly and bid her friend a farewell. "It looks good, just the lacewings left and we can do that Christmas Day morning," she whispered, but Terrance heard her anyways.
Without any time to react, Meadow had hooked her arm around one of his and they were already in the hallway walking towards the Slytherin common room. "What sort of things will you be up to this Holiday?" Meadow asked him, making small talk.
"Late homework," he responded with a groan, he was not looking forward to the mounds of essays he still had to do as well as redoing the Swelling Potion with Professor Snape since his was ruined when Meadow 'tripped' in class.
"Sounds like you need a trip to the library!" Meadow laughed as they headed towards the dungeons, which was almost as bad as the library depending on where in the dungeons one would go.
"I think I'll start with my swelling potion with Snape," Terrance responded almost chocking on air that he had accidently swallowed.
"Well you have fun with that, I am off to the common room for some well-deserved rest!" She grinned at him.
"Well-deserved my arse!" Terrance laughed as the two rounded the corner before it split off into three different hallways. One led to Snape's rooms, another to where students used to be punished, and the last towards the common room.
"It is!" Meadow protested before she dislodged herself from him, "Terry?"
"Hmm?" He looked at her, black eyes met blue.
"Why do you never talk about your home life?" She looked so sincere as she looked up at him under large eyelashes. Meadow's mouth formed a small frown and her shoulders were tense, as if he'd snap on her.
He shifted uncomfortably, "It's not exactly the greatest topic to talk about."
"Meadow," Terrance said lowly, "Not now, please. I have school work to get through before tonight."
"But—" She started, before shaking her head, apparently thinking better to say whatever she was about to. "Okay," the blonde sighed, "Good luck with that potion!" She kissed his cheek before skipping off towards the common room.
Terrance felt his cheek burn where her lips touched his skin, a slight smile played on his lips as he watched Meadow skip away. He turned down the passage towards Snape's rooms to get that potion done and over with so he could start the essays he still needed to do.
Meadow spent another night sleeping in Terrance's bed as he took Theo's. She slept quite well, just like the night before when she was in the same bed. And in the morning the two woke up to presents at the ends of their beds. They opened their presents together; Meadow received new quills from her father, a copy of Moste Potente Potions from Hermione, a joint present from Harry, Shane, and Uncle Remus which happened to be new Quidditch gear that was weather resistant, candies from Draco Malfoy, a small charm of a lily from Daphne, to add to her necklace which already held a locket, silver feather, and small green and silver 'S' which was a snake for Slytherin, fudge from Theo, and a new school bag from Terrance, who snickered when he saw the look on her face.
Meadow had thanked him anyways before darting off the Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to finish up the potion for later tonight.
As the Slytherins walked up to the Great Hall for the Christmas dinner. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had out done themselves this year: twelve frost-covered Christmas trees with large glass balls were hung as well as different colors of the houses, thick steamers of holly and mistletoe crisscrossed on the trees as well as the ceiling. The ceiling was also enchanted for snow to fall—however, instead of cold and wet, it was warm and dry. Meadow beamed at the slight as she took a seat next to Shane, who was sitting across from Harry and Hermione. She had dragged Terrance with her by the Gryffindors.
"Obviously, we still need a bit of who we're changing into," Hermione said matter-of-factly, "I've got a plan, it's apparent that Crabbe and Goyle are the ones we need for you two." She directed towards the two boys.
"Hermione!" Harry hissed, "What are you doing? Higgs is here!"
"Oh that, he already knows all about it, he walked into the bathroom the other day," Hermione responded waving all of the concern away, she pulled out three plump chocolate cakes. "I've filled these with a simple Sleeping Draught; all you three have to do is make sure they get them."
"Hermione, I don't think—"
"Something could go seriously wrong—"
"Piece of cake—"
The two Gryffindor boys looked at her incredulously, "What?"
"Crabbe and Goyle are thick, they'll go for it even if you levitate the cakes on the staircase. Parkinson on the other hand, she'll be a bit more difficult," Meadow said grinning.
"Oh Merlin's beard, you four are mental," Terry buried his face in his hands.
"Hey! How come we can't use Higg's hair instead?" Shane whined.
"Oi! No," The Slytherin boy responded grabbing his hair now, "Besides, Draco and I don't see eye-to-eye, we tend to not like each other. There's no way he'd tell me anything."
"I thought all Slytherins stick together," Meadow teased and knocked her shoulders into him, it was something that Daphne scolded Malfoy the first day they all met each other.
"Oh shut it," Terrance responded, his lips thinned, Meadow had noticed he had started doing that lately, but she was unquiet sure why.
"So let me get this straight, you don't even like Malfoy?" Harry asked as he looked at Terrance, whom shook his head. "See, Doe, doesn't that tell you anything that Malfoy is not someone you should talk to?"
"Of course it does!" She snapped, "Come off it, lets not talk about this now. We have a Poly-plan to worry about."
As they finished up the rest of their pudding (it was the boy's third filling of pudding), Terrance and Meadow headed down towards the Slytherin common room; Meadow put Terrance up for the job to give Parkinson the cake. As they caught up to her (it was only Parkinson and Meadow as the two girls who were there), Meadow shoved Terry forward, he stumbled forward, and glared at her. He tapped Parkinson on the shoulder and she turned around.
"Oh, it's you," her voice was snobby.
"Hi-hi, Pansy," Terrance stuttered. "You know, I've liked you for awhile."
"Oh really?" She rolled her eyes, "That's why your best mates with Snape."
"We're just friends," He pushed on, "And I brought you this, it's really good." He held the cake up to her, Meadow was able to conjure a small box around it out of a napkin from the table.
"What is it?" Parkinson asked as she undid the ribbon, Meadow figured if things were going wrong he could just hold it up and it should do its magic. Hermione cast a small charm on it to make it smell nice as well. "That does smell lovely."
"Try it, it's even better," Terrance responded as she took a bite of the cake. "Happy Christmas," And with that Pansy Parkinson slumped into his arms, knocked out cold.
"So it did work!" Meadow responded coming out from behind a suit of armor, "I was a bit worried Hermione didn't make it strong enough."
"Oi! Shut it and grab her feet!" Terrance responded as he started dragging her over towards a door they knew was a broom cupboard. Meadow managed to grab the girl's feet as they walked through the door. They slumped her up against the wall and Meadow yanked out a few hairs, it didn't do anything to Parkinson, she was forced into a dead sleep.
"Alright, I've got it," Meadow said as they walked out. Hoping that Harry and Shane were doing the same thing. They had agreed to get the two Slytherin Dumbbells on the first floor, where it would be easier to distract them with the floating cake which would lead them straight to the broom cupboard.
"I'll see you later, Doe, be careful, I'll be up in my room," Terrance responded as he walked off towards the common room.
"Bye!" She called after him before she shut the door, "Colloportus!" That would at least hold Parkinson off for a bit when she woke up. Meadow raced up to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, pleased to see that she was the first one to meet Hermione.
"Hi, Mione!" Meadow called cheerfully into the gloomy bathroom, "I brought an extra pair of my robes for you, since we're about the same size. I figured we would be able to switch shoes and that's all, Parkinson is a bit bigger than I am." This was, in fact, true. Meadow was a few inches shorter than everyone, her feet a tad smaller, and her body as a whole, quite skinner. It was if she would be broken at the simplest touch. However, no one would say she was fragile, especially with how she would fly as a chaser.
"Thank you!" the other girl gushed, "You're the first back, if that's not obvious."
"I did notice," Meadow responded. "We should do your hair one of these days; it would look so pretty if it was more relaxed and not so fluffy."
Hermione frowned as she looked in the mirror "I know, it's a bit more relaxed than last year, but still is too frizzy."
"Now what do we do?" Shane asked boldly as the two walked into the bathroom.
"We separate it into four glasses and add the hairs," Hermione responded as she scoped the first glass and gave it to Harry, who added the hairs of Goyle, it hissed and frothed, turning a khaki color of a booger. "Don't drink it yet, you'll need to change first," she added as she gave Shane the next one, and after he added Crabbe's hairs the potion turned a dark, murky brown. Meadow received her glass with the potion and added Parkinson's hairs, it spluttered and frothed before turning a puke yellow-green color.
"Hold this," Meadow shoved her glass at Shane and whipped out her wand, she whispered "Diffendo." And a few sips of hair fell into the glass that Hermione was holding out. The potion hissed and frothed, and it turned a rich dark green.
"Doe, you're the only potion that actually looks good," Shane remarked as he gave the potion back to the Slytherin.
Meadow snorted and shoved her way out of the stall, "Come on, separate and change. We're running out of time." She shut herself next to Hermione, she took a drink of the puke colored potion. Immediately, it was like she swallowed live snakes. She doubled up in pain and leaned over the toilet, ready for her to start throwing up. But she never did, as the burning sensation spread throughout her body. She closed her eyes and wished it to stop. She felt her hair shrink back into her skull, and her robes weren't as baggy as before.
And then everything stopped. Myrtle was giggling as she watched the second years nearly pass out. "Are you three okay?" Goyle's low voice said and Meadow's heart sped up for a second.
"Yeah," Shane answered in Crabbe's grunt of a voice from across the lavatory.
"I'm okay too," Her voice said, but it was Hermione from her left. "Meadow?"
"I'm fine," She said, but it came out snobby, she unlocked the door, she saw Crabbe, Goyal, and herself staring at her. "What?"
"Don't be in such a bad mood," Crabbe said, but it was Shane she talking to.
"I'm not!" Meadow protested but it sounded whinny. "Oh Merlin's beard! I sound like a wench, no wonder nobody likes Pansy, her voice is what does it."
The boys chuckled and Meadow watched herself hid a smile. "This is mental," Meadow said to herself (Hermione) "I'm going to go insane."
"No time to think about that now, let's go," Hermione said. And the four walked out of the bathroom.
"Don't swing your arms like that, Shane," Meadow hissed, "Crabbe holds them stiff. And Harry, take your glasses off." She lead them towards the dungeons, only to run into Percy Weasley.
"What are you doing down here?" Meadow asked with a sneer on her face as she crossed her arms.
"That, is none of your business," he responded stiffly. "Parkinson, isn't it?"
"Yes it is," Meadow responded with distaste at the name, but Percy took it to him.
"Off to your dormitory, Parkinson, before I remove a house point for your cheek," Percy said sternly. "It's not safe to go wandering around dark corridors these days."
"But you are," Shane spoke up in Crabbe's dumbfounded voice.
"I," Percy said as he drew himself up, "am a prefect. Nothing's about to attack me."
"That's what they all say, 'I'm a prefect,' 'My mum's a half-blood,'" Meadow retorted, drawing her inner Pansy.
"There you are!" A voice echoed behind the four. Draco Malfoy had found them and was strolling towards them.
"Dracy," Meadow made herself whine as she placed her head on his shoulder, "Can you please make Weasley leave?"
"Parkinson!" Malfoy barked, "I told you to stop calling me that." He looked over at Percy, "What are you doing down here, Weasley?"
Percy looked outraged as his neck started to pink, sort of like how his younger brother's ears would light up when he was made, embarrassed, or any sort of large emotion, "I happen to be a school prefect, Malfoy. Show a bit more respect towards them!"
All Malfoy did was sneer and beckoned for the four to walk with him, "I've seen him sneaking around a lot lately. I bet I know what he's up to. He thinks he's going to catch Slytherin's heir single-handed. Load of tosh if you ask me. I am a bit surprised in you, Snape, to see you hanging out this crowd."
Hermione didn't say anything and Malfoy turned to look at her, "Oh- I decided I wanted more pudding and went back, I- I ran into them as I left. Why is it that surprising?"
Meadow mentally smacked herself in the face as Malfoy scoffed, "Yes, it's as surprising as it gets, you wouldn't be caught dead with Pansy in your wildest dreams." He looked at her and all Meadow could do was sneer at him.
"We've decided to try and play nice for once," Meadow voiced.
"What's the new password again?" Malfoy changed the subject. "Oh, yeah, pure-blood," he said and walked through the wall.
"It's fine, it's like platform nine-and-three quarters," Meadow hissed to the other three and followed him in.
As they took a look around, Malfoy raced up the stairs, and came back a minute later, "You've got to look at this, my father just me it," he shoved it into Meadow's hands for her to read with the others.
"INQUIRY AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC
Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifact Office, was today fined fifty Galleons for bewitching a Muggle car.
Mr. Lucius Malfoy, a governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the enchanted car crashed earlier this year, called today for Mr. Weasley's resignation.
"Weasley has brought the Ministry into disrepute," Mr. Malfoy told our reporter. "He is clearly unfit to draw up our laws and his ridiculous Muggle Protection Act should be scrapped immediately."
Mr. Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or she'd set the family ghoul on them."
"Well?" Malfoy responded, and Meadow stepped on Hermione's foot.
"Ou!" Hermione whispered as tears appeared in her eyes. As the boys made up some lame comment about how funny it was, Meadow pulled Hermione aside.
"Hermione, you need to speak up, I'm not like that towards Malfoy!" She whispered harshly towards her.
"I'm sorry! I just don't know what I should say," Hermione whispered back.
"It makes me feel sick that you think that's funny," Meadow responded. "Anything! Make something up!"
"Pansy! Snape!" Malfoy called, "What are you two doing? Don't you think it's funny?"
"It's a real laugh, alright!" Meadow said as she giggled, shooting the blonde boy a flirtatious smile.
Hermione frowned at him, "I don't think that's funny at all, Malfoy, it makes me sick actually." She paused and Meadow watched how easily her own face was to read. Hermione was upset, not about the Weasley article, but about the attacks, and it showed on Meadow's face that Hermione was trying to be upset (she was doing a great job at it). "Why would that be funny? Trying to get someone fired?"
"It's the Weasley's," Malfoy said softly before realizing he was around other people, "You don't even like Ron Weasley, Snape, why should you care about the other ones?"
Hermione spluttered and Meadow took the time to interrupt before Malfoy and Hermione would do anything else that would make her seem more approachable. "I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't reported all these attacks yet," Meadow said, and Malfoy nodded, "I suppose Dumbledore's trying to cover it all up."
"My father always did say that Dumbledore's the worst thing that's ever happened to this place," Malfoy agreed, and Meadow shot the other three a look, "He loves Muggle-borns. A decent headmaster would have never've let slime like that Creevey kid in." He started to pretend to take pictures with an imaginary camera and did a cruel but accurate impression of Colin: "'Potter, can I have your picture, Potter? Can I have your autograph? Can I lick your shoes, please, Potter?'"
He dropped his hands and Meadow forced Pansy's laugh to come out, it was more like a high-pitched squeal, sounded much like a pig's. Shane and Harry forced themselves to join in, and Malfoy seemed pleased with himself. Hermione, on the other hand, was not laughing which was good, because it seemed that she was finally getting into character.
"Saint Potter, the Mudbloods' friend," Malfoy said slowly, looking at Hermione for a reaction, all Hermione did was exhale loudly, cross her arms, and look away. "He's another one with no proper wizard feeling, or he wouldn't go around with that jumped up Granger Mudblood. And people actually think he's the Heir of Slytherin!"
Meadow snorted to please Malfoy again but looked at Hermione, whose eyes started to water again, Meadow guessed it was from being insulted indirectly.
"I wish I knew who it is," Malfoy went on, "I could help them."
"And do what?" Hermione spoke up, Meadow saw her own face, red, nose sniffling.
"Look, I know you like their kind, but it's just not a world for us," Malfoy said and knelt in front of her, "We have to keep our blood pure, don't you understand?" Hermione wretched her hands from his and turned away, Meadow approved, probably something she would have done exactly. "Ah, well… I'll get you to see eventually."
"Have you found anything else out by your father?" Harry asked, his voice thick and low.
"I have actually!" Malfoy said and looked surprised that Goyle spoke up. "He won't tell me really anything about last time. It happened 50 years ago, before my father's time, but he knows all about it, and he says that it was all kept quiet and it'll look suspicious if I know too much about it. But I know one thing—last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So I bet it's only a matter of time before one of them's killed this time… I hope it's Granger," He sneered, and Hermione stood up.
"As much as you wish she was dead, I don't! She happens to be my friend, Malfoy!" Hermione shrieked using Meadow's voice. "And unlike you, I don't wish anyone to be dead, no matter their blood type or not; the only people who should be dead are murders! Death Eaters! And You-Know-Who himself!"
With that Hermione spun on her heel and left through the wall of the common room. "Just ignore her Dracy," Meadow said, trying to keep up her act as Pansy, she leaned on his shoulder but he pushed her away.
"There's only so much I can do for her," Malfoy replied.
"D'you know if the person who opened the Chamber last time was caught?" Shane asked, clenching Crabbe's gigantic fists.
"Oh, yeah… whoever it was they were expelled, and probably still in Azkaban."
"Azkaban?" Harry slipped out.
Malfoy snorted, "Azkaban –the wizard prison, Goyle. Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward." He shifted in his spot on the couch next to Meadow, "Father says to keep my head down and let the Heir of Slytherin get on with it. He says the school needs ridding of all the Mudblood filth, but not to get mixed up in it. Of course, he's got a lot on his plate at the moment. You know the Ministry of Magic raided our manor last week?"
Meadow gasped, and Harry must have tried to force Goyle's face into a look of concern, it came out more like surprise, but it worked. "Yeah… Luckily, they didn't find much. Father's got some very valuable Dark Arts stuff. Fortunately, we've got our own secret chamber under the drawing-room floor—"
Shane chocked slightly causing the other three to look at him. "Sorry, stomachache," He grunted and stood up.
"I'll go with," Harry stood up as well and the two lumbered up the stairs and out through the wall. The hour must have coming around the corner.
"Well!" Meadow said as she stood up and leaned to kiss Malfoy's cheek, but he batted her away, "I'm off to the owlery, I've got a letter to send to my parents."
Meadow caught up to the two and everyone was back to their original forms. The two boys had left their shoes outside a closet door and Meadow's feet were slipping in Hermione's shoes. Harry had put his glasses back on and the three went back to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. "At least it wasn't a complete waste of time," Shane said as he caught his breath.
Meadow shushed him and went to find Hermione, "Hermione? Are you okay?" She pushed open a stall to find her Gryffindor friend sitting on the toilet, her brown eyes surrounded with pink, bloodshot whites, the lower lids of her eyes puffy, and her cheeks were tear-stained.
"That w-was hor-horrible," Hermione said, her shoulders started shaking.
Meadow knelt in front of her, her eyes started tearing up as well, "I know, I'm so sorry. He's fowl. Not a friend I could ever call mine."
"Why does he want me dead?" The bushy-haired girl asked, her voice shaking.
"Because his father is cruel and evil, Mione," Meadow responded and her voice shook as well. Somehow, she was able to get Hermione to look at her eyes, "You are better than him, you are a much braver and whole-hearted witch than Malfoy will ever be. He is a coward."
Hermione sniffled and pulled Meadow into a hug. "You're a much better witch than I am, you are a lot braver than I will ever be. You stand up against your house mates time after time for me—"
"Stop," Meadow said lightly, "This is about you, not me."
"But you are an amazing witch," Hermione protested.
And Meadow chocked slightly, "Come off it, we still have some years of fighting Voldemort to go." Shane and Hermione slightly flinched at the name, "It's a good thing, Malfoy and I don't talk much, otherwise that would have given it away."
"You-Know-Who?" Hermione asked and sniffled lightly. Meadow had gotten her to come out of the stall and sit on one of the sinks.
"Yes, I'm not afraid to say his name," Meadow responded with a grim smile. "But we've got loads to tell you! But, I don't blame you for leaving—"
"None of us do!" Harry intercepted.
"I would have done the same thing if I were you," Shane added. "Which by the way, I better send a letter to Dad about the drawing-board room. He'll know what to do with that information." And he left the bathroom after changing into the right clothes.
"Tell me what you found out then," Hermione somewhat demanded in her bossy-voice, and Meadow smiled, glad to have her friend back.
Harry and Meadow looked at each other, they had told their story of the Mirror last year together and Meadow let Harry start to fill in the other Gryffindor. Meadow would interfere here and there adding a few minor details that she thought Hermione would appreciate. The three walked up to the Gryffindor tower, finding little things to laugh at about the Holiday. As they went into the Gryffindor common room, Meadow curled up by Hermione on the plump couch. Shane joined them later and their laughs echoed throughout the night. Meadow ended up spending the night with Hermione in her bed. Allowing for the Slytherin and Gryffindor to become closer than ever.
So there's that chapter!