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?


3. Overstimulation

"We go camp?!?" Juliet asked excitedly.

"Yep," Amelia said with a smile.

"YAY!!!!" the little girl yelled, making Lea's ears ring.

"Where and why are we going camping," Lea asked as she rubbed her ears.

"We're going to the Quidditch World Cup. I jut got tickets from a friend of mine, Author. He invited all of his family and two close friends and still had four tickets left over and he offered them to me. I thought you might like it, though, it will be really loud," Kingsley explained.

"Cool. I just need some ear muffs," Lea said, getting excited, though for different reasons than sport. If Author, was in fact Author Weasley, that meant that she might see Hermione and the others in the Potter gang.

"I can get those," Kingsley assured her, then they each went to pack. Especially Lea, who packed all her school things so that she could be prepared. A week later they set out to the camping sight, with one small tent.

Nothing surprising happened until they all stepped into the tent, unless you count about twenty wizards all wearing skirts, skirts, not kilts. When they steppe inside, they found that the tent had a spell so that it was bigger on the inside, and it was spacious.

As it was turning around noon, Kingsley ushered the small group out to a large arena and up a few flights of stairs. Already, the noise was making Lea's ears burn. Her jaw was clench so that she wouldn't whimper. Her nose was no batter with all the different perfumes, colognes, and sweat mixed together, making her almost gag.

"Lea?" a girl called as a whole family of red heads started to push past Lea, who had stopped by then and gripped the stair railing as hard as she could without breaking it. She groaned slightly as the wind decided it was a good idea to shift so it carried as much noise and smells as possible to her, yet no one heard it.

"Lea, are you okay," a boy's voice asked Lea as she started to breath heavily.

"What is keeping this line up," a man's kind voice, who was in his later forties or early fifties.

"Harry, Hermione, what's the problem," the man asked as he came down to see why he wasn't being followed.

"It's a girl from school. She isn't fee-" Hermione began only to be stopped by The voice of Kingsley and Amelia coming back to see where Lea was (Juliet was being carried).

"Lea," whispered Kingsley as he slowly approached her.

'I have to get back to the tent,' Lea thought. 'There's too much. I didn't know it would be this bad.'

'Keep calm. It's the full moon tonight and you need control,' The Wolf said to Lea, who swore under her breath loud enough for Amelia to hear, who's eyes widened greatly.

"I have to go," Lea groaned as she started to move down the stairs. She bumped into someone, but she didn't care because she started to fall, not bothering to try and keep herself off the ground.

"Oh, it's the mudblood keeping us from our seats," another male voice, this time sneering and vindictive, said with a sniff.

"Malfoy, you'll have to move back," Kingsley said as he started to help Lea to her feet, only for Lea to push him away. There was too much, and she couldn't have someone touching her at the moment.

"She won't do anything, even if she could," Mr. Malfoy sneered.

"Father, maybe we should move," Draco said as he saw who was struggling to get down the stairs.

"Do not tell me what to do, Draco," Mr. Malfoy said as he looked at his son. Then he stepped in front of Lea, blocking her path.

"Mr. Malfoy, you really should move," Hermione said, as Lea tried to push past.

"I do not believe I asked for you input," Mr. Malfoy sneered at her.

"Oh, what seems to be the hold up," Fudge asked as he came around the corner, effectively taking Mr. Malfoy's attention, letting Lea run out from behind him. She then pushed her way through the crowd, effectively pushing the Minister of Magic to get away.

"What just happened," Fudge asked Kingsley and Amelia as Lea made her way back to the tent.

"Overstimulation," Kingsley said as he followed her with his eyes. "There was too much things for Lea to handle at one time. Anymore and she might have lost control of her powers, that's why she pushed me back. Lea is going back to the tent to calm down."

"Will she be alright by tonight," Hermione asked nervously, earning a quick glare from Draco.

"I imagine so, as long as she can be by herself for a few hours," Kingsley said, settling Draco's and Fudge's fear as well as Hermione's.

"What is so bad about the girl loosing control," Mr. Malfoy asked in confusion.

"Any magic that can't be controlled can be extremely dangerous," Hermione said as if it were obvious, which it was.

"Come along, Lucius, Draco. Let's get to our seats," Narcissa Malfoy suggested, speaking for the first time. They nodded and only his mother noticed Draco glance back worriedly as Lea staggered back to her tent.

"Why wee you so worried about her control for tonight," Ron asked Hermione as they were walking at the end of Weasley group.

"I... had a bad feeling something was going to happen, I guess I was wrong," Hermione said as she shrugged her shoulders.

'Oh, how wrong you are Granger,' Kingsley thought. 'Something bad will probably happen, only I think Lea will be able to help save people.' Unfortunately, he was right, yet none knew this until the middle of the night, after the field had been emptied and the World Cup won.

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