𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 ›› 𝐇. 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ✓

[5] ; BREWING ENEMY

"You could be expelled for this," Hermione warned the raven-haired boy.

Harry shrugged, resulting in the smirk on Aubrey's face to grow bigger. The rebellious, I-don't-care-attitude Harry was giving off, made him more tolerable to the witch.

"Who cares, Hermione," Aubrey chuckled. "There are numerous things Harry has done the last six years, but haven't been expelled yet."

Harry frowned. "How do you know?"

A slight panic bolted through her veins, nervously fiddling with her fingers. "The Daily Prophet, duh," she aimlessly lied.

"Come on, Harry! We've got a game to win!" Ron said enthusiastically.

And thus, the two boys exited the Dining Hall, joining the rest of their team at the Qudditch field.

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RON WEASLEY WAS the hero for Gryffindor. To Aubrey's dismay, Harry didn't actually put in the Liquid Luck, he only made Ron think he did. Ron had won the game purely on his talents, which surprised the quartet, immensely. The Gryffindor's held a party in their common room in Ron's honor. Harry had invited Aubrey to come to the party, which surprised her. She couldn't believe how easy it was to charm the legendary Chosen One, and his friends. Aubrey felt like her plan was starting to fall into place; the golden trio's trust was high, and the witch couldn't be any happier. The Dark Lord should be proud, Aubrey had thought to herself.

Aubrey followed the crowd of Gryffindor students into the common room. She was greeted by the stunning decor inside the warm room; red painted walls, a roaring fireplace, and brightly colored furniture. She spotted Harry and Hermione in the corner of the room, watching their friend being lifted into the air by other students, chanting his name. Harry noticed the brunette, smiling lightly at her, waving her over.

"You came," Harry mentioned, as Aubrey stood beside him.

"You invited me, why wouldn't I come?" Aubrey asked, grinning teasingly at him. Harry stammered nervously, shifting his weight from foot to foot. The brunette witch smirked at how nervous the wizard was, she internally rolled her eyes at how gullible he was.

Aubrey had turned to Hermione, to greet her hello, but the witch's eyes were already locked onto something. She turned to what Hermione was staring at, and she saw Ron making out with Lavender Brown. Hermione looked gutted. Her eyes were glistening with tears and her face frowned. Hermione had fled, leaving the two magical students alone.

"I should go after her," Harry said. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Aubrey nodded in understanding, as she saw him hastily go after the brunette.

The Thomas girl sighed in boredom, glancing around the room. She stared at all the rumbustious teenagers drinking, dancing, laughing-having fun. Aubrey never did grow up having fun. She grew up in a strict environment; always practicing magic, and being taught the ways of dealing with The Dark Lord. Aubrey never had friends her own age, she never did anything fun and exciting.

From time to time, Aubrey had felt conflicted. Whether or not she should feel guilty about setting up Harry. At times, she felt ashamed at herself. But then, she would feel so delighted and honored that the Dark Lord trusted her enough to deal with this daring task. She knew her life was complicated, but she always thought she knew one person that would always have her back-Voldemort. But that was suddenly changing, feelings seemed to changed. As Aubrey had started to grow closer to the golden trio, she felt more at home with them than she has the past fifteen years she's been with the Malfoy's and The Dark Lord himself.

Aubrey's inner turmoil had been interrupted by a certain long red-haired Weasley. "Ginny, hey," Aubrey greeted, smiling at the witch.

Ginny, on the other hand, wasn't smiling, she was scowling. "I don't trust you," Ginny sneered, her eyes glaring down at the witch.

The brunette frowned, staring at her with confusion. "I don't understand."

Ginny had her hands crossed over her chest, a deep scowl perplexed her forehead. She looked agitated but yet riddled with bewilderment. "Your story just doesn't add up, Aubrey. Why would someone just leave Beauxbaton's out-of-the-blue randomly? And why come to Hogwarts? And how did you hear about everything Harry did at Hogwarts in The Daily Prophet? Not everything was in there," the red-haired girl claimed, as Aubrey felt her stomach turn into knots.

Aubrey's lips went dry, her brain rattling with a good explanation, but she was drawling blanks. Ginny Weasley was poking holes through her lies, and she seemed to be losing a battle. "I saw you entering in The Room of Requirement with Draco," Ginny mentioned, as the color flushed out the brunette's face.

"Were you stalking me?" Aubrey hissed.

"Stalking? No. More like making sure you weren't doing anything to hurt my friends and family," Ginny grumbled.

Aubrey wasn't going to let a blood traitor, like Ginny Weasley, knock her off her game. She was much stronger, and much more powerful. "Do you hear yourself, Ginny? Don't you think you sound just a little paranoid?"

Ginny narrowed her eyes at her. "Why would I be paranoid?"

"Isn't it obvious? I know you fancy Harry. Hell, everyone at this school can see that. And you're jealous that Harry's starting to take a liking to me," Aubrey wickedly grin, staring at the now fearless looking Ginny.

"Jealous? Of you?" Ginny bitterly laughed. "Tell me what you're doing here at Hogwarts."

"To learn? What do you want me to say, Ginny? That I'm here to destroy Harry, a mission giving to me by You-Know-Who?" Aubrey implied, as she stared at a gobsmacked Ginny Weasley.

Aubrey knew exactly what she was doing. She knew Ginny was suspecting something of her, especially her and Draco. It was only a matter of time before the witch would connect the dots and link their recent sketchy activity to Voldemort. Aubrey needed to convince Ginny that the idea was crazy, but she wanted to scare the witch, to never cross her again. Ginny Weasley was a brewing enemy she had to beware of.

"I may be adopted by the Malfoy's but that doesn't mean I followed in their footsteps with You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters," Aubrey lied straight through her teeth. "And as for Draco and I going into The Room of Requirement, I needed to talk to him and the door appeared in a time of need."

Ginny still scowled. "I still don't trust you."

Aubrey chuckled lightly. "Okay. And I don't like you. I guess we're even then." The witch purposely bumped the shoulder of the red-head moving past her.

The brunette turned around to face her. "By the way Ginny, I already have Harry wrapped around my finger. Good luck unwrapping him." Aubrey winked at her, before she left Ginny standing alone.

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