It is a popular fan-made theory that Lily Potter was pregnant with her second child when Voldemort killed her. It is also said that she made peace with Severus, deeming him the godfather of her unborn baby. But what if these events where true? What...
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November brought a surprising thirty one inches of snow to the Hogwarts grounds, but that didn't stop Severus from taking every chance he had to book the pitch for Slytherin Cheerleading and Quidditch practise. It was quite ridiculous, really; although Professor Burbage used a heating charm to clear the pitch for us, us cheerleaders now have to wear green and silver sweatpants like Theodore's and matching jackets over our shirts. We were well-covered, but it didn't do much to keep us warm in the frigid weather. Quidditch and Cheerleading took place so often that any other House teams could barely scape out an hour for their practise.
The meetings took place whenever they could, seeing as everyone belonged to different clubs on different days. They eventually warmed up to the Chamber of Secrets, despite the massive skeleton of the Basilisk that inflicted terror on Hogwarts twice and had even killed someone. The majority of them found it honourable to be in the work of Salazar himself, to be in a part of the school that was believed to be a myth for so long. I didn't necessarily like the chamber, due to what Salazar initially believed in when it came to muggleborns, half-bloods and squibs. I thought about Ginny being taken down here against her will and nearly dying, twelve years old and scared out of her wits. I thought about Harry having to slay the Basilisk and being severely wounded in the process. But where else could we go? Instead, I put my personal discomfort aside and remained a good leader. We moved on to actual duels with each other, the threat of being expelled backwards and landing in sewage water making everyone more determined to win.
Umbridge knew that there was some sort of secret organisation against her, but we didn't know who she suspected more; us, or Dumbledore's Army. In Defence, she had clearly stated that someone had taken one of her quills in an act of defiance and that when the culprit was caught, she'd punish them severely. Then, she began this group called the Inquisitorial Squad, a select bundle of (Slytherin) students who basically did her dirty work such as taking away unjust House points and reinforcing her stupid rules with the promise of extra credit on their OWLs. They also asked around about any secret groups, to which all my members swore up and down they knew nothing about. The Inquisitorial Squad consisted of Pansy Parkinson, Olivia Perks, Julius Roman, Millicent Bullstrode, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. The latter two particularly upset me, seeing as they'd rather work against us than with us. The only good thing I could take from the situation was that I'd never mentioned the Chamber of Secrets to Vincent and Gregory.
It was a grey morning, the kind where the weather outside seemed to reflect on everyone's moods. Draco, on the other hand, seemed unaffected by the dreary atmosphere while we walked to breakfast, his hand holding mine as he excitedly chattered on about his baby sister's development. Apparently, she could now laugh at the silly faces Narcissa made and roll onto her stomach. "I'm sure she'll be able to say my name, next!" he grinned down at me.
