Vetus Oraculum
by Ayla Pascal

Disclaimer - This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Ayla and the storyline, however belong to me.

A.N – I am rewriting this story, not completely but I am going to eliminate the spelling mistakes and grammatical mistakes and cover up the holes. I hope that people like it better than the original. Phew… this chapter’s finished.

Chapter three – Confrontations

The next lunchtime, Ayla hurried to Professor Mark’s office, wondering what she was needed for. Skidding to a stop outside the door she took a couple of deep breaths, while smoothing down her robes, before knocking briskly on the door.

‘Come in,’ Professor Marks’s voice rang out.

Ayla grasped the handle, turned it, and entered the room. It looked like a normal muggle office from what she could see and Professor Marks was sitting behind an old oak desk reclining on an executive chair. The wallpaper was flowered and slightly peeling in areas, and an old frayed rug sat on the stone floor.

‘Ah,’ Marks remarked, ‘Ayla, please sit down.’ She gestured to a wicker chair in front of her desk.

Ayla sat down gingerly before asking ‘Please Professor, what have you called me here for?’ She leaned back in the chair, waiting for the professor’s answer.

Marks sighed and said slowly, ‘You may or may not know this but you are the descendant of all four founders of Hogwarts,’ She paused before continuing, ‘ You have come to Hogwarts during the last two years of your education. You also thought yourself a muggle but your wizarding blood is almost the purest possible. This extraordinary set of circumstances has only happened once before with disastrous results. I do not want it to happen to you.’ Professor Marks stared intently at Ayla to gauge her reaction.

Ayla gaped at the plump Professor Marks words, ‘To who?’ she finally asked disbelievingly.

‘None other than Lord Voldemort.’ Marks said wearily.

Ayla looked surprised that Mark’s had used Voldemort, not You-Know-Who but she was horrified that she had similarities to him. During her short stay in the wizarding world, Ayla had grasped a good understanding of Voldemort and she could draw remarkable resemblances between him and Hitler. Her tone was accusing, ‘You mean to tell me that I am the same as Voldemort?’

‘No.’ Marks shook her head, ‘Quite the contrary. I wish to warn you about what your life could become. It is very important that you don’t follow the same path Voldemort took. You probably don’t know this but Voldemort was once a student here at Hogwarts, he went by the name of Tom Riddle.’

Ayla interrupted her, ‘He was once here?’ she gasped brow furrowing in amazement.

‘Yes,’ Mark’s nodded solemnly, ‘You can’t succumb to the Dark Side like Tom did. He has so much potential.’ She suddenly looked wistful and stared out of the window, lost in her thoughts, for a couple of minutes before she collected herself and addressed Ayla, ‘You haven’t had much magical teaching so you may not know this but you are a very powerful witch who has many special powers. Use them wisely. You may also wish to extend my warning to Harry Potter.’

‘Why’ Ayla asked curiously.

‘He may not wish me to tell you this but he was almost put in Slytherin by the Sorting Hat. He is one of the heirs of Godric Gryffindor as Voldemort is one of the heirs of Salazar Slytherin. Not many know this, but all of the founders had a common ancestry through Merlin the Great, this meant that all of the descendents of all four founders are related. Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter are an exception; though they are heirs of rival houses, their heritage would state that they have blood from all four founders. Therefore, they are not really related but you could call them brothers. Unfortunately, they have never learnt this as both were brought up by muggles. Perhaps you will heal the rift between those two houses and unite Hogwarts again. Will you now extend my warning to Harry Potter to use his powers wisely,’ She stopped and lifted a book off her desk and started to look though it, which seemed to indicate that Ayla should go now.

Ayla stood up when a mutter behind her caused her to spin around. Professor Marks seemed to be muttering to herself, ‘Mustn’t meddle with fate,’ she muttered as her head lolled to one side, ‘can’t tell the Potter boy.’ Ayla was scared but at that moment, Mark’s head came off her hands. ‘You can go now,’ she said to Ayla.

Ayla began to protest, still worried about the Professor but Mark’s would hear nothing of it and pushed Ayla out of the door.

Ayla left deep in though, debating with herself whether to tell Harry Mark’s warning or not. Finally, she came to the conclusion that she shouldn’t tell him unless something happened. She didn’t notice she had walked full tilt into someone, until, ‘Miss Pascal, watch your step!’ a cold and sneering voice said.

Ayla looked up into the glowering face of Professor Snape, ‘Sorry Professor!’ She stammered her face turning red. Fervently she hoped that he wouldn’t take points off Slytherin because of her.

He didn’t. ‘I expect better from Slytherin students.’ He said coldly and stalked off. Ayla breathed a sigh of relief and hurried off to get her books for Transfiguration. Entering her classroom a couple of minutes later she saw her classmates looking at her with something akin to hatred. Sliding into a seat next to Pansy, she whispered ‘Do I have something on my face or something. Everyone’s looking at me strangely!’

Pansy glared at her, eyes glittering, and sneered, ‘Mudblood! How dare you be in Slytherin! Go join your other Mudblood friends in Gryffindor. The Dark Lord has no place for the likes of you.’

Ayla recoiled in shock and was very hurt by Pansy’s barbs. She knew that everyone had to find out eventually that she was not pureblood but she had hoped that they would not be so …hateful about it. Busying herself with her books, she buried her face into her Advanced Transfiguration book in an effort to stop tears from leaking out of her eyes. Just then, Professor McGonagall walked in, carrying an armload of books, which she set on the table.

‘Good afternoon class,’ the raven-haired Professor said briskly, ‘Today we will be starting human transfiguration. Open your books to page 120 and take notes while I am talking, on how to change feet into flippers.’

There was a bustling as everyone flipped to page 120. McGonagall talked non-stop for the next half hour when she suddenly said, ‘Everyone, into pairs! I want to see you change your partners feet into flippers.’ She walked around the class pairing up everyone.

Ayla was paired with Pansy because they were sitting together and now both were sitting staring stonily at each other. Ayla was still trying not to be hurt my Pansy’s incessant comments that she wasn’t good enough to be in Slytherin.

‘You go first,’ Pansy snapped, a smirk creeping onto her face at the thought of Ayla not being able to do the transfiguration. Ayla’s eyes narrowed angrily and she grabbed her wand and pointed them at Pansy’s feet and concentrated.

‘Too hard, is it?’ Pansy taunted when Ayla had tried for 15 minutes without result, ‘Of course you are a Mudblood. How did you get in Slytherin, bribed the hat I bet!’

Ayla’s face contorted with fury as she began to understand exactly why Harry, Ron and Hermione hated the Slytherin’s so much. She concentrated harder upon Pansy’s feet which seemed to quiver as they slowly elongated into flippers. Pansy stared at Ayla open-mouthed as she smirked back, very pleased with herself. McGonagall came over and also stared at Ayla flabbergasted. Finally she managed a, ‘Very good, Pascal.’ before she staggered back to her desk. At the end of class when everyone was leaving McGonagall beckoned Ayla to her desk.

‘That was your second transfiguration lesson, right?’ She asked Ayla weakly, grabbing the desk for support, ‘You have never done transfiguration before?’

Ayla nodded to both questions.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and seemed to visibly compose herself, ‘You have a gift, Ayla,’ she finally said, ‘A very powerful gift at Transfiguration. You need to use it well. I ask you do you wish to be an Animagi?’ She leaned against her chair and surveyed Ayla.

‘Animagi?’ Ayla knit her brows together puzzledly, ‘What are they?’

‘Animagi are witches or wizards who are able to change into animals at will. I am one.’ With that, she changed into a tabby cat with spectacle markings around her eyes rather like her glasses. With another pop, she changed back. ‘If you wish to be an Animagi, I can teach you but it will be a long and tedious process that may take a few years and you mightn’t succeed.’

Ayla gasped, ‘Of course I would!’ she breathed gleefully, ‘Do I get to choose the animal or do I just change into any animal.’

‘You change into the animal that your unconscious mind chooses,’ McGonagall said carefully, ‘It takes years of dedication and purpose although some have been known to master it in as little as half a year. Are you still sure you wish to try?’

‘Certainly!’ Ayla said with conviction a grin creeping onto her face as she imagined Pansy’s face as she, Ayla, changed into a animal in front of her face. Perhaps an grizzly bear, Ayla thought gleefully.

‘Well then lets see. Come see me every Wednesday at lunch time and we shall see your progress. I do warn you that you mightn’t be able to handle it. It’s extremely hard.’ She reached under her desk and pulled out a very old and dusty book. Blowing off the dust, it read ‘Animagi – How to be one’ ‘Read this and follow the instructions’ McGonagall said ‘Come see me if you have any problems.’ She handed the very heavy volume to Ayla who staggered slightly at the weight.

Ayla walked out of the classroom still in a daze and didn’t notice where her legs were taking her until she noticed that she was outside the Slytherin common room. Taking a deep breath because she didn’t want to face the rest of her housemates, she said, ‘Serpent tongue.’ The wall remained unmoving. She tried again, ‘Serpent tongue!’ The wall was still there. Kicking the wall in fury, Ayla received nothing but an excruciating pain in her foot. She stalked away in a rage, not believing that they had changed the password without telling her.

She walked blindly for a while until she noticed someone calling her name. Spinning around, she noticed it was Hermione. ‘Hi’ Ayla muttered dully, wondering if Hermione still liked her or if it was just that she was a very unlikeable person.

‘What’s the matter?’ Hermione asked concerned for she seemed to feel the rage emanating from Ayla.

‘Everyone in my transfiguration class hates me!’ Ayla spat, fuming with repressed anger ‘They’re calling me Mudblood and other names and are saying that I can’t perform magic.’ Her body shook with rage and to Hermione ’s surprise, silent tears began to pour down her cheeks. Ayla’s shoulders shook as she wiped her eyes embarrassedly.

‘There there,’ Hermione said awkwardly as she patted Ayla’s back, ‘Didn’t we warn you on the train here that Slytherin house was no good.’

‘Well I’m in Slytherin now so don’t be mean about my house,’ Ayla sniffed through her tears, ‘although I do get your point now. They changed the password to our common room and didn’t tell me. Now I can’t get in!’ She burst into a fresh wave of tears.

Hermione frowned, ‘Well I suppose you could come up to Gryffindor tower,’ she said at last, ‘I don’t think anyone would mind that much.’

Ayla dried her tears and gave Hermione a wan smile, ‘Thank you so much,’ she whispered gratefully, ‘you don’t know how much that means to me.’ Her voice was rather pathetic and Hermione winced at the whimpering tone. Together they made their way up to the Gryffindor common room on the seventh floor.

Hermione stopped in front of a painting of a fat lady and said, ‘Christmas tree.’ The painting swung open to reveal a round common room full of overstuffed couches and a roaring fire. The cosy light seemed to draw Ayla inside. When she stepped through the portrait hole, all the normal bustle stopped and everything because dead quiet. The Gryffindor’s stared at the sudden appearance of a Slytherin in their common room. Ayla could hear all kinds of whispers about her such as, ‘What’s a Slytherin doing here.’ And ‘Death Eater!’ She stuck out her chin bravely, hoping that her red eyes weren’t too obvious, and refused to buckle under their cold stares.

Hermione was rather uncomfortable when she saw the cold reception given to Ayla until she saw that Ayla was handling it rather well. ‘Hi,’ Ayla said rather uneasily, ‘I’m Ayla.’ When everyone just stared at her she smiled tightly, ‘Come on, just because I’m in Slytherin doesn’t mean I bite!’ There were a few titters at this and Ayla grew more confident. ‘Don’t worry.’ She said reassuringly, ‘I’m not a spy come to gather secrets, anyway even if I was who would I give them to. The other Slytherin’s all hate me because I’m muggle born.’ The room’s atmosphere visibly thawed at these words and Ayla gathered up the courage to sit down on one of their overstuffed couches. Soon some people came over to talk to her.

‘Hi I’m Pavrati and this is Lavender,’ a pretty girl about Ayla’s age smiled at her and sat down next to Ayla.

Ayla smiled back and rifled through her brain for something to say. Finally she said, ‘I like your common room, it’s really warm and friendly. I love the couches.’ Wincing at the over friendly note of her voice, Ayla hoped that no-one noticed. She didn’t want to seem desperate.

Pavrati smiled as thanks, but Lavender asked curiously, ‘If you are muggle born then why are you in Slytherin?’ Pavrati also looked like she wanted to know the answer to this question. It was the entire reason they came over to talk to Ayla.

Ayla shrugged, ‘Everyone asks me that.’ She muttered to herself then replied to the question, ‘The hat put me in there because I like snakes. Well at least that’s the reason it gave me.’ Suddenly she clapped her hand to her mouth, ‘My snake!’ Ayla gasped, ‘It’s still back in the Slytherin common room. And I can’t get in because they wont tell me the password. Poor Rina (the snake)! What if they are torturing her or something.’ Ayla’s face grew pale at the thought of people torturing her snake. She had grown rather fond of Rina in the past few days, besides she was a very interesting snake to talk to.

Pavrati and Lavender looked horrified, ‘You have a snake?’ they asked in unison, looking terrified at the thought.

‘Yes,’ Ayla said, ‘Why, is it wrong or something?’

‘N…no,’ Lavender stammered, ‘It’s just … well snake’s are well…evil. And they are slimy and disgusting.’ She shivered at the thought and shifted closer to the fire.

‘So?’ Ayla snapped almost belligerently, her eyes narrowing nastily, ‘I bet you would have said all Slytherin’s were evil before you met me. I’m not evil am I?’ She hesitated a moment then added, ‘Am I?’ Ayla was very hesitant, she wasn’t evil, was she?

‘N…no,’ Lavender spoke slowly, ‘You aren’t evil. You are weird though. I haven’t met anyone like you. Then again, I have never met any Slytherin’s who were not purebloods. It was rumoured that He Who Must Not Be Named was a half blood however.’ She added as an afterthought, twirling her hair around her little finger.

Pavrati looked scandalized, ‘Don’t talk about him,’ she hissed her voice shaking, ‘It’s said that he can hear when you speak about him, that he is more powerful then ever and can crush you with a mere thought, if he wishes.’ She was shaking at the end of this speech and looked terrified at the thought of Lord Voldemort killing her.

‘I don’t believe a single word of it!’ Ayla cried defiantly, ‘No one can hear other peoples thoughts, least of all Voldemort.’ She stuck out her chin determinedly.

Pavrati and Lavender gasped again, this time with absolute horror. ‘Y…you said his name,’ Pavrati stammered her eyes opening wide. She looked over her shoulder as if she was expecting him to show up any minute.

Just then, Harry walked up, ‘who let you into our common room?’ he asked suspiciously, staring at Ayla.

‘Hermione,’ Ayla replied, ‘if you don’t believe me then ask her!’ She added, looking at the disbelieving look on Harry’s face. To her surprise he laughed.

‘I know,’ he grinned, ‘She’s already told me. Well, we’re going to Hagrid’s. Want to come?’ he looked at Ayla, expectantly waiting for an answer.

‘Sure!’ Ayla replied enthusiastically and followed Harry out of the portrait hole where Ron and Hermione were already waiting.

When they had started walking Ayla asked, ‘Why on earth is Voldemort’s name so feared?’ She had been wanting to ask this question for ages but hadn’t had the time.

Herminie and Ron flinched but Harry looked thoughtful. Finally he said, ‘I don’t believe I know why people don’t say his name. Dumbledore always says that fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself. I think that you are the fourth person besides myself who I have ever heard say his name without fear.’ He looked slightly impressed. They continued to walk on in silence, each immersed in their own thoughts.

When they reached Hagrid’s hut, Harry knocked on the door. A wild faced, extremely tall half-giant answered the door. It was Hagrid. ‘Nice ta see yeh,’ he grunted and beckoned them inside. Once inside, Hagrid started to pour everyone tea, his eyes flickering to the snake embroidered onto Ayla’s robes, suspiciously.

‘So,’ Harry said, breaking the ice, ‘How’s the battle against Voldemort going. The last I heard, 75% of the giants wanted to join our side. Any progress since then?’ he looked at Hagrid.

Hagrid shook his head warningly, his eyes still looking at Ayla mistrustingly. Finally he asked, ‘Who’s ya new friend, eh?’

Ayla was suddenly conspicuous of the Lion embroidered on everyone else’s robes and how the Snake on her robes differed. ‘Ayla Pascal,’ she said politely holding out her hand for Hagrid to shake.

Hagrid shook it reluctantly. ‘I’ve never ‘eard of your family name before,’ he said still suspicious, thinking that she was a spy of Voldemort and had somehow wormed her way into Hogwarts.

‘I’m muggle-born,’ Ayla muttered shortly, pressing her lips together and scuffing her shoe upon the floor. Her teeth ground together as she wondered if there would be anyone who wasn’t surprised by her being muggle-born. Hagrid wasn’t an exception.

Hagrids massive eyes widened when he took in this new piece of information, ‘Muggle born?’ he was taken aback, ‘How can you be muggle born?’ And in Slytherin, he added to himself.

Ayla’s eyes glittered angrily as she unground her jaw, her good mood dissipated, ‘Why does everyone ask me that!’ she wailed angrily, ‘I’m going to have to spend the rest of my time at Hogwarts listing to Slytherin’s call me Mudblood and the other houses hating me because I’m in Slytherin.’ She kicked out at Hagrid’s wooden table, creating a big dent in it. ‘Sorry,’ Ayla muttered.

‘We don’t hate you,’ Hermione said quickly, feeling sorry for her, ‘Do we?’ The other two shook their heads, as Hermione shot warning looks at them.

‘That’s because you know my story!’ Ayla choked out, ‘And even you guys didn’t believe me when I first told you. Besides my housemates hate me!’

‘They hate me more,’ Harry said practically, ‘Especially Malfoy. They all call me scar-head and think that I’m some sort of stuck up git.’

‘I have to live with them,’ Ayla snapped ungratefully, ‘I can’t stand them calling me Mudblood every time I walk in to the common room.’

Hagrid looked rather surprised at this turn of events and added his bit of comfort. ‘Least ya aren’t half giant.’ He suddenly looked at his watch and said, ‘Youse had better get ta class.’ He waved them out of the door and watched as they walked up his path.

They all walked towards their respective classrooms and Ayla headed towards the greenhouses. The other Slytherin’s were already gathered there. As soon as she came within earshot, they started to whisper within themselves and she caught snatches of ‘Mudblood!’ and ‘Gryffindor wannabe!’ amid sneers and laughter which was drifting her way.

She stormed up to Draco Malfoy, as he was the Slytherin prefect. ‘Why didn’t you tell me the password had changed!’ she demanded, within an inch of grabbing the front of his robes and slapping him on the face.

Draco snickered, ‘Mudbloods don’t belong in Slytherin.’ He sneered at her.

Ayla’s eyes flashed furious fire as she grabbed her wand and was about to curse Draco, forgetting that she didn’t know any curses yet, when the Ravenclaws rounded corner.

‘Look,’ Draco sneered, ‘More mudbloods and muggle-lovers, why don’t I tell the Dark Lord to put you out of your misery.’ He fell silent as Professor Sprout came around the corner but it was too late. It was obvious from her demeanour that she had heard him.

’20 points from Slytherin!’ she snapped, her usually mild voice shaking with anger, ‘No profanities in my class, thank you!’ As she turned her back, all the Slytherin’s besides Ayla made faces at her. Draco was one of the worst as he mimed getting out his wand and performing a curse on her.

‘Today,’ Professor Sprout began oblivious of what was going on behind her back, ‘we shall be harvesting Kilelm’s. Can anybody tell me what a Kilelm is?’ No one raised their hand so she continued, ‘A Kilelm is a carnivorous Elm tree. We shall go into the Forbidden Forest, Professor Dumbledore has given us permission to enter it. Remember, when harvesting the Kilelm, no part of your flesh is to touch the trees. The trees eat by absorbing flesh. Now can anyone tell me how you harvest a Kilelm?’

Padma Patil put her hand up hesitantly, ‘You have to take a knife and scrape away the bark, making sure that the tree does not notice you.’ She put down her hand, her face slightly flushed as she noticed the Slytherin’s leering at her.

‘Excellent! 10 points to Ravenclaw!’ Sprout praised, ‘Now the way to know if a Kilelm is watching you is to look at its branches. They are excellent motion detectors and if they are waving in your direction, I advise you to move as far away from the tree as possible. We don’t want any casualties. Does anyone know what Kilelm bark is used for?’ She stared at the Slytherin side of the room.

Blaise Zabini put up her hand reluctantly, ‘It is the one of the ingredients for Poufel’s Wart remover.’ She smirked, amid laughter.

‘Um yes, that is one usage but I was thinking of a more important one.’ Sprout said, also fighting back a laugh, ‘It’s used for the treatment of mentally insane patients. It can enable them to function normally for a few hours. Now grab your dragon hide gloves and into the forest we go.’ She walked off in the direction of the forest, with the rest of the class following reluctantly all carrying their gloves.

Ayla tagged behind everyone else, worried about what the Slytherin’s may say about her. She really didn’t want to be called Mudblood in front of the Ravenclaws. It would mean more questions and having to tell her story yet again. Suddenly she tripped and fell flat upon her face. Ayla got a mouthful of mud in her mouth and as she sat up and spat it out she heard giggles and laughter. Looking up she saw that the Slytherin’s were laughing the loudest. Ayla’s face was flaming as she stood up and started in their direction ready to give Draco a piece of her mind when Sprout stopped her.

‘It’s just a bit of mud,’ she told Ayla, ‘It’ll wash off. Come on!’ she told the rest of the class as they stopped goggling at Ayla and proceeded once more towards the Great Forest.

Ayla was fuming, a bit of mud, indeed, she thought angrily to herself, I’m drenched in mud and goodness knows what else. She squelched after the others.

They had stopped at a clearing in the forest and Professor Sprout was handing out sharp knives and bags for everyone to collect the bark in.

‘Spread out,’ she said, ‘That way we will collect lots of bark. The person who collects the most Kilelm bark will win fifty points for their house.’ She then pointed out the Kilelm trees and warned, ‘Do not shred the bark, I want it in whole chunks and whatever you do, DO NOT touch the tree with your bare hands!’

The class moved reluctantly off with Ayla following in their wake, still making squelching noises. She stopped beside a particularly big Kilelm tree and with a half-hearted glance at it’s branches, (they were pointing away from her) then started to harvest it. Soon she was absorbed in the task of carefully peeling back the bark, that she did not hear someone behind her until they hissed, ‘Serpensortia!’

Ayla spun around in surprise and facing her was a massive black snake, fangs bared ready to strike. She was horrified as she stared into the snake’s black, tunnel like eyes. Dimly she could hear sniggering from her fellow housemates and gasps of shock from the Ravenclaws. Suddenly she remembered something, she could speak parseltongue!

‘Go away,’ Ayla hissed to the snake in parseltongue. The snake looked slightly surprised and was about to slither away when Ayla had an idea, ‘Attack whoever set you on me.’ She ordered it. The snake hissed an affirmative reply and slithered towards Draco Malfoy with its fangs bared.

He stumbled backwards in shock as the snake inched closer towards him. ‘Y….you!’ He pointed to Ayla with a shaking finger, ‘You can speak parseltongue!’ Draco was twisting his body to keep the snake from attacking him, his grey eyes reflecting his terror.

‘Yes,’ Ayla smirked, enjoying to see him squirm, ‘I do believe that was Salazar Slytherin’s special trait. Amazing to see a Mudblood have it, isn’t it?’ she spat, ‘Now don’t try that again or I’ll set Rina on you as well.’ She turned away and went back to harvesting her tree. The mud on her robes had almost dried and Ayla kept on collecting bark oblivious of the cries of terror from Draco.

The rest of the class was staring at Ayla’s back in amazement when Professor Sprout suddenly burst into the circle. ‘What’s the matter?’ she panted, until she saw Malfoy pressed against a tree trying to keep the snake from biting him. Sprout was furious and turned towards the Ravenclaws, ‘Who did this?’ she demanded.

‘None of us!’ one of the Ravenclaws said defensively, ‘He was trying to set the snake on Pascal. Then she said something in parseltounge and the snake went and attacked Malfoy instead. We had nothing to do with it.’ He looked around at the rest of his housemates who all nodded in agreement with the story.

Professor Sprout rounded on Ayla and demanded, ‘Is this true?’

‘Yes,’ Ayla calmly replied, and kept in harvesting her tree, mindful of its branches. Inwardly she was jumping up and down with glee and a smirk kept on creeping onto her face.

‘Well then,’ Sprout said in disbelief, still unable to believe that a Slytherin would attack a fellow housemate, ’Malfoy, 20 points off Slytherin for the unprovoked attack of a fellow Slytherin.’ She waved her wand and the snake vanished in a puff of smoke. Malfoy collapsed in an exhausted heap on the ground, still glaring at Ayla in rage.

A strange look had come over Ayla’s face as she surveyed Draco, a smile playing around her lips. The rest of the Slytherin’s looked at her in horror as Ayla rejoiced the moment. One thought was in their minds, The Dark Lord.

A.N – I hope that people have enjoyed this chapter…and will continue to read this story and perhaps some of my other stories which I am also rewriting. Please read and review!

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