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"Malfoy, where is your uniform?", Snape said as he looked at them under his brows.
"My clothes were on the floor", he said without any shame, sounding casual about it.
Blaise Zabini pushed an elbow in Pansy who handed him something that shined in his hands. Money, Astoria realized as she hid her face in her hands and then came the quick assumption that they probably bet on this. Her face turned red.
"And what were they doing on the floor?", Snaped hissed at him with disapproval.
Draco didn’t respond. He smiled back at him and didn’t even try to hide the satisfaction on his face. The whole room started laughing when he winked. Slytherin lost some points. Snaped tried to shush the noise and forced them to focus on today’s lesson.
Is this what I get for covering for you, asshole, Astoria though as she stared him down with rage.
He dared to look at her with the same shameless smirk on his face. Draco was different, in a way – better after last night. Astoria turned her face away. Her hand twitched with pain, she tried to hold it in.
Ungrateful bastard, she thought as by the end of class Draco came next to her. There were a few minutes left, Snape saw but decided to ignore them. Other students noticed as well and started pushing each other, whispering.
"- yeah, they’re definitely – "
"- doing it - "
"- bet he fuckes her only to get it back to Potter – "
" – I’d do it for – "
Astoria could see Pansy, glaring at her with disgust. Theodore Nott looked intrigued.
"What do you want?", she hissed.
Draco leaned toward the table and took a glass bottle from his pocket. It was a potion. He didn’t say anything, but she knew it was a contraceptive potion. Today, he was being just unbearable.
"I can make my own".
"I’m better at them. Can’t risk it now that your dad is out", he said casually.
It forced her to look at him. He didn’t look impressed with her anger. Maybe he was testing her and maybe he was being –fair– for a lack of a better word – to her, so she tried not to let in that she already knew this information.
"You know him?"
"Yeah, he’s quite scary. Don’t want him to find out I’ve stolen his little girl’s virginity."
That did it for her as she turned and smacked him with her textbook. It landed on his chest; thought she’d wished it was his face. It made Draco laugh as he reached to grab it from the floor and handed it back to her. Astoria snatched it away from his fingers and took a deep breath to collect herself because other students were laughing as well.
"I will split you in half, you arrogant – ", she hissed but he grabbed her hand and spun her slowly. It was so random and unexpected it did have the wished effect, leaving her speechless.
"I want to see you tonight", he said to her, his face closer, "I have to repay you somehow".
"That thing you did with your mind. I’m pretty sure I can do something similar with my tongue."
"I can’t tonight", Astoria rolled her eyes because he really was getting on her nerves. "I must train".
"I thought that was over with Mad-eye Moody gone. For what are you training?"
"My father", she said coldly. He didn’t look surprised.
"He’s really high up in the ranks. You wouldn’t be able to do anything".
"Who’s training you?"
Astoria hesitated for a moment. He was a Death Eater, this was information that he could take to his lord. Every second he spent with her, he was betraying her. She feared this treason more than anything as she could never kill him. Nicola told her it would get down to that at one point. She always pushed those thoughts away in her mind.
"Who’s training you?"
"My aunt. She vouched for me when she left prison with your father. You?".
"Dumbledore", Astoria finally said. That surprised him.
"Yet, he fears him".
Draco didn’t respond. He pushed back from the table and walked away. Rage was building up inside.
At the end of class Draco waited for Astoria to leave. He suddenly saw her walk beside someone. A boy. He was wearing the Slytherin uniform.
"Astoria", he shouted at her but she seemed to not hear him.
Instead, he turned to him. His red eyes glared at him through his shoulders as he walked by her side. It was a look of hatred. A warning maybe. Red like Voldemort’s, Draco realized as he felt his body freeze. He lost them in the crowd.
Snape grabbed her. Astoria Elroy looked up startled.
"Dumbledore will see you now", he said and his words tolerated no rebuttal. He pulled her astray in the corridors and evaporated with her.
They were somewhere green where it was still spring. A sweet smell of flowers, but a true one, unlike the forced scent in Umbridge’s office. His summer house, Astoria realized as she spent some time here as a child.
Harry was there, talking with Dumbledore. Because of it, Astoria approached hesitantly. They weren’t exactly on good terms.
"Ah, I am sorry, Harry. It seems our time has run short", Dumbledore said to him as he smiled to greet her.
Astoria didn’t smile back. Harry stared at her, he looked just as confused to see her there.
He trains him as well, she thought as both of them passed each other with a look of curiosity. Snape grabbed the boy’s hand and they disappeared.
"You used to beg me to take you here every summer, do you remember?", Dumbledore said.
"Yet you never did".
"It was dangerous", he cut her off quickly and then added, "I plan to leave this house to you when I’m gone".
The words caught her unprepared. It was strange for him to speak like that. Was he going somewhere? Did he plan something? Or was he simply an old man, conscious of his death?
It somehow worried her. Knowing he could die and leave her. A strange fear arose in her. She didn’t recognize it as her own.
"I will be pleased", she finally replied coldly as she studied him, trying to figure him out.
"Then let us begin", Dumbledore said and revealed his wand, already in his hand. "You can attack me first."
Astoria hesitated. It was so sudden, he caught her off guard. This was probably planned, she thought as she tried to battle herself to remain calm.
Anger inside of her pushed to come out. Yet not with him. Dumbledore killed her grandfather when he saw how much his power grew. Nicola was turning into a threat, something he managed to stop on time only to fail with Voldemort. Now was her turn.
"Do not hide your strength from me. It is important to learn now. Ilay had all his life to train with your grandfather, he will know you better than yourself".
A door opened inside her mind. She raised her hand up and then quickly pulled as if she was pulling a whip. Lightning struck in seconds as it attached itself to the tip of her fingers. She faced him.
This wasn’t all but it was something she could give.
A ball of fire headed her way. She managed to break it with a strike and flames fell around her. She lifted her palms, lowering them into dust. Then another spell. Dumbledore was too quick for her to stun him, and removing his wand from his hand was impossible. He would also rarely utter spells, keeping his knowledge to himself.
An opening. Astoria pushed towards him and jumped right above. Lightning roared. So close, yet he dodged it. Grabbed her by the ancle with his free arm and laid her on the ground. He was somehow gentle enough not to hurt her physically yet broke all of her attempts to attack him.
Precision. Total control. Dumbledore truly was stronger than he looked.
"You don’t seem afraid of fire anymore, yet it seems the flames do not come to you", he stated.
"No", Astoria replied bitterly.
Nicola was worried about that. No fire, but lightning did come as her arm stretched. The white lightning met a stream of red magic and they both clashed. Astoria managed to keep this up for a while but a twitch in her arm broke this. Umbridge, Astoria realized with fury as a nerve in the wrist betrayed her.
A wave of destruction met her body. She fell to the ground. Pain took over and with it desperation. Astoria looked at Dumbledore who was headed towards her. She saw the door, but it was closed.
Her hand reached to force her way inside but suddenly he grabbed her. His other hand on her forehead and he pushed her out just when she saw the crack open. His mind remained locked.
Astoria roared with rage as she got up from the ground. Angry mostly with herself.
"You hold back", Dumbledore said softly as his wand moved.
Water transformed the ground below her into mud and her hand felt stuck. She managed to pull out and her foot hit the ground. It tore apart under it but not fast enough for him to escape that. Another hit. This one hurt less, yet it threw her off guard.
"A wizard’s power comes from his will. Anger will lift you up but won’t hold you on your feet".
Lightning flashed next to Dumbledore’s face. He grabbed it and redirected it. It passed next to Astoria as she dodged it. Throwing her own magic at her.
He was getting closer. That was also out of arrogance, because real duels were best fought at a distance between the opponents. Dumbledore could just afford to narrow it, because she was no threat in his eyes. The sky above them grew dark with her rage. He noticed it but didn’t try to protect himself. Rain dropped slowly around them.
Astoria moved her fingers. Lightning twisted in a ball around them. It was unstable as she couldn’t make it perfect.
"Your grandfather had a similar technique with flames. Where is your fire?", Dumbledore insisted again, bringing up the very same question that tortured her.
She let her hand relax, ignoring this provocation. Everything around tore apart as she approached him. If it touched him, it would eat his flesh, Dumbledore knew that.
He let her get close. Tricked her as he grabbed her arm and pushed his wand to her head, penetrating her mind. A door stood Infront of him. He reached for the handle but Astoria burst through it. A sharp kick managed to get him out of her mind.
Dumbledore gasped for air as he released her. He was recovering slower than her. It wasn’t the same now, as he was old, too old in fact. And Astoria Elroy was new, younger, better and faster. Her mind stronger. It was truly horrifying how perfect was this blood magic that binded her ancestors to her because it worked.
"You are strongest in your mind, but not in your body", he said.
It was true. The technique of mind control and breaking into someone’s consciousness came to her naturally. She had a talent for it. It was her body that failed her on multiple occasions. It drove Nicola insane with frustration how weak she still was.
Astoria got up. Ready for more as her body was still not at its limit. A line, Crouch had thought her to push during training while wearing Moody’s face.
Dumbledore coughed. Not once, not twice. He was suddenly choking. Astoria looked at him in horror. Something was wrong. She forgot her guard, got close yet kept her distance not to startle him.
"What’s wrong? Did i hit you?"
"No, my dear girl. I am just growing old", Dumbledore finally said to her with a smile as he calmed his breathing.
The thought of it terrified her.
"Come, let us relax with some tea and later we can try again", he said calmly to her as he invited her in.
The house looked untouched from when she last came here. A blonde woman was caring for her then. She gave her a cross and told her angels looked over her.
Astoria sat down in her favorite chair and felt tired. Magic took its toll.
Quickly in the air came flying cups of tea and sugary sweets appeared on the table in front of her. Dumbledore always liked tea and always kept such distractions around his company. It could be strategy, but Astoria had lived with him long enough to know it was self-indulgence.
"Have you seen him?", Dumbledore said.
Astoria shook her head. It wasn’t the first time he asked. She’d denied every time because it was a dangerous topic and Nicola forbade her to speak of him in Dumbledore’s presence. He would get very fiery about it and insisted Dumbledore was a threat to her life. There was logic in that, yet her senses told her different. There was trust, the oddest thing to consider, but it was true.
"I imagine he visits your dreams. Like when you were in a comma, after all is it not a dreamlike state?", Dumbledore said calmly with sincere curiosity. He was wrong but Astoria would not share that. "We would duel together often when we were young. Students".
"What about my father?".
"I knew your grandfather better than him. You do not seem to share a resemblance with Ilay, unlike with Nicola".
"What kind of resemblance?", Astoria asked, worried that he knew too much and already suspecting it.
"You are identical to him in looks and in spirit", Albus Dumbledore said with a smile. "Makes me nostalgic".
"Do you miss him?", Astoria hesitated as she asked. It felt like a forbidden question. She knew very well that he killed him.
It took a long pause before he said anything.
"No. Only the boy he was".
They drank tea in silence.
Christmas approached. Another empty holiday to spend alone. Harry kept her company the first year but after that the Weasley’s invited him to their home. He was sort of an extension to their family. In Astoria’s most forbidden dreams, she wished the same.
Dumbledore of course was away this year like all the other years before. He would always find a subtle reason to leave around this time. Politics. Business. School work. A foreign attendance that could not be postponed. Someone was hurting, or in need of help, or dying, or maybe already dead. The list was endless.

"Malfoy, where is your uniform?", Snape said as he looked at them under his brows.

"My clothes were on the floor", he said without any shame, sounding casual about it.

Blaise Zabini pushed an elbow in Pansy who handed him something that shined in his hands. Money, Astoria realized as she hid her face in her hands and then came the quick assumption that they probably bet on this. Her face turned red.

"And what were they doing on the floor?", Snaped hissed at him with disapproval.

Draco didn’t respond. He smiled back at him and didn’t even try to hide the satisfaction on his face. The whole room started laughing when he winked. Slytherin lost some points. Snaped tried to shush the noise and forced them to focus on today’s lesson.

Is this what I get for covering for you, asshole, Astoria though as she stared him down with rage.

He dared to look at her with the same shameless smirk on his face. Draco was different, in a way – better after last night. Astoria turned her face away. Her hand twitched with pain, she tried to hold it in.

Ungrateful bastard, she thought as by the end of class Draco came next to her. There were a few minutes left, Snape saw but decided to ignore them. Other students noticed as well and started pushing each other, whispering.

"- yeah, they’re definitely – "

"- doing it - "

"- bet he fuckes her only to get it back to Potter – "

" – I’d do it for – "

Astoria could see Pansy, glaring at her with disgust. Theodore Nott looked intrigued.

"What do you want?", she hissed.

Draco leaned toward the table and took a glass bottle from his pocket. It was a potion. He didn’t say anything, but she knew it was a contraceptive potion. Today, he was being just unbearable.

"I can make my own".

"I’m better at them. Can’t risk it now that your dad is out", he said casually.

It forced her to look at him. He didn’t look impressed with her anger. Maybe he was testing her and maybe he was being –fair– for a lack of a better word – to her, so she tried not to let in that she already knew this information.

"You know him?"

"Yeah, he’s quite scary. Don’t want him to find out I’ve stolen his little girl’s virginity."

That did it for her as she turned and smacked him with her textbook. It landed on his chest; thought she’d wished it was his face. It made Draco laugh as he reached to grab it from the floor and handed it back to her. Astoria snatched it away from his fingers and took a deep breath to collect herself because other students were laughing as well.

"I will split you in half, you arrogant – ", she hissed but he grabbed her hand and spun her slowly. It was so random and unexpected it did have the wished effect, leaving her speechless.

"I want to see you tonight", he said to her, his face closer, "I have to repay you somehow".

"That thing you did with your mind. I’m pretty sure I can do something similar with my tongue."

"I can’t tonight", Astoria rolled her eyes because he really was getting on her nerves. "I must train".

"I thought that was over with Mad-eye Moody gone. For what are you training?"

"My father", she said coldly. He didn’t look surprised.

"He’s really high up in the ranks. You wouldn’t be able to do anything".

"Who’s training you?"

Astoria hesitated for a moment. He was a Death Eater, this was information that he could take to his lord. Every second he spent with her, he was betraying her. She feared this treason more than anything as she could never kill him. Nicola told her it would get down to that at one point. She always pushed those thoughts away in her mind.

"Who’s training you?"

"My aunt. She vouched for me when she left prison with your father. You?".

"Dumbledore", Astoria finally said. That surprised him.

"Yet, he fears him".

Draco didn’t respond. He pushed back from the table and walked away. Rage was building up inside.

At the end of class Draco waited for Astoria to leave. He suddenly saw her walk beside someone. A boy. He was wearing the Slytherin uniform.

"Astoria", he shouted at her but she seemed to not hear him.

Instead, he turned to him. His red eyes glared at him through his shoulders as he walked by her side. It was a look of hatred. A warning maybe. Red like Voldemort’s, Draco realized as he felt his body freeze. He lost them in the crowd.

Snape grabbed her. Astoria Elroy looked up startled.

"Dumbledore will see you now", he said and his words tolerated no rebuttal. He pulled her astray in the corridors and evaporated with her.

They were somewhere green where it was still spring. A sweet smell of flowers, but a true one, unlike the forced scent in Umbridge’s office. His summer house, Astoria realized as she spent some time here as a child.

Harry was there, talking with Dumbledore. Because of it, Astoria approached hesitantly. They weren’t exactly on good terms.

"Ah, I am sorry, Harry. It seems our time has run short", Dumbledore said to him as he smiled to greet her.

Astoria didn’t smile back. Harry stared at her, he looked just as confused to see her there.

He trains him as well, she thought as both of them passed each other with a look of curiosity. Snape grabbed the boy’s hand and they disappeared.

"You used to beg me to take you here every summer, do you remember?", Dumbledore said.

"Yet you never did".

"It was dangerous", he cut her off quickly and then added, "I plan to leave this house to you when I’m gone".

The words caught her unprepared. It was strange for him to speak like that. Was he going somewhere? Did he plan something? Or was he simply an old man, conscious of his death?

It somehow worried her. Knowing he could die and leave her. A strange fear arose in her. She didn’t recognize it as her own.

"I will be pleased", she finally replied coldly as she studied him, trying to figure him out.

"Then let us begin", Dumbledore said and revealed his wand, already in his hand. "You can attack me first."

Astoria hesitated. It was so sudden, he caught her off guard. This was probably planned, she thought as she tried to battle herself to remain calm.

Anger inside of her pushed to come out. Yet not with him. Dumbledore killed her grandfather when he saw how much his power grew. Nicola was turning into a threat, something he managed to stop on time only to fail with Voldemort. Now was her turn.

"Do not hide your strength from me. It is important to learn now. Ilay had all his life to train with your grandfather, he will know you better than yourself".

A door opened inside her mind. She raised her hand up and then quickly pulled as if she was pulling a whip. Lightning struck in seconds as it attached itself to the tip of her fingers. She faced him.

This wasn’t all but it was something she could give.

A ball of fire headed her way. She managed to break it with a strike and flames fell around her. She lifted her palms, lowering them into dust. Then another spell. Dumbledore was too quick for her to stun him, and removing his wand from his hand was impossible. He would also rarely utter spells, keeping his knowledge to himself.

An opening. Astoria pushed towards him and jumped right above. Lightning roared. So close, yet he dodged it. Grabbed her by the ancle with his free arm and laid her on the ground. He was somehow gentle enough not to hurt her physically yet broke all of her attempts to attack him.

Precision. Total control. Dumbledore truly was stronger than he looked.

"You don’t seem afraid of fire anymore, yet it seems the flames do not come to you", he stated.

"No", Astoria replied bitterly.

Nicola was worried about that. No fire, but lightning did come as her arm stretched. The white lightning met a stream of red magic and they both clashed. Astoria managed to keep this up for a while but a twitch in her arm broke this. Umbridge, Astoria realized with fury as a nerve in the wrist betrayed her.

A wave of destruction met her body. She fell to the ground. Pain took over and with it desperation. Astoria looked at Dumbledore who was headed towards her. She saw the door, but it was closed.

Her hand reached to force her way inside but suddenly he grabbed her. His other hand on her forehead and he pushed her out just when she saw the crack open. His mind remained locked.

Astoria roared with rage as she got up from the ground. Angry mostly with herself.

"You hold back", Dumbledore said softly as his wand moved.

Water transformed the ground below her into mud and her hand felt stuck. She managed to pull out and her foot hit the ground. It tore apart under it but not fast enough for him to escape that. Another hit. This one hurt less, yet it threw her off guard.

"A wizard’s power comes from his will. Anger will lift you up but won’t hold you on your feet".

Lightning flashed next to Dumbledore’s face. He grabbed it and redirected it. It passed next to Astoria as she dodged it. Throwing her own magic at her.

He was getting closer. That was also out of arrogance, because real duels were best fought at a distance between the opponents. Dumbledore could just afford to narrow it, because she was no threat in his eyes. The sky above them grew dark with her rage. He noticed it but didn’t try to protect himself. Rain dropped slowly around them.

Astoria moved her fingers. Lightning twisted in a ball around them. It was unstable as she couldn’t make it perfect.

"Your grandfather had a similar technique with flames. Where is your fire?", Dumbledore insisted again, bringing up the very same question that tortured her.

She let her hand relax, ignoring this provocation. Everything around tore apart as she approached him. If it touched him, it would eat his flesh, Dumbledore knew that.

He let her get close. Tricked her as he grabbed her arm and pushed his wand to her head, penetrating her mind. A door stood Infront of him. He reached for the handle but Astoria burst through it. A sharp kick managed to get him out of her mind.

Dumbledore gasped for air as he released her. He was recovering slower than her. It wasn’t the same now, as he was old, too old in fact. And Astoria Elroy was new, younger, better and faster. Her mind stronger. It was truly horrifying how perfect was this blood magic that binded her ancestors to her because it worked.

"You are strongest in your mind, but not in your body", he said.

It was true. The technique of mind control and breaking into someone’s consciousness came to her naturally. She had a talent for it. It was her body that failed her on multiple occasions. It drove Nicola insane with frustration how weak she still was.

Astoria got up. Ready for more as her body was still not at its limit. A line, Crouch had thought her to push during training while wearing Moody’s face.

Dumbledore coughed. Not once, not twice. He was suddenly choking. Astoria looked at him in horror. Something was wrong. She forgot her guard, got close yet kept her distance not to startle him.

"What’s wrong? Did i hit you?"

"No, my dear girl. I am just growing old", Dumbledore finally said to her with a smile as he calmed his breathing.

The thought of it terrified her.

"Come, let us relax with some tea and later we can try again", he said calmly to her as he invited her in.

The house looked untouched from when she last came here. A blonde woman was caring for her then. She gave her a cross and told her angels looked over her.

Astoria sat down in her favorite chair and felt tired. Magic took its toll.

Quickly in the air came flying cups of tea and sugary sweets appeared on the table in front of her. Dumbledore always liked tea and always kept such distractions around his company. It could be strategy, but Astoria had lived with him long enough to know it was self-indulgence.

"Have you seen him?", Dumbledore said.

Astoria shook her head. It wasn’t the first time he asked. She’d denied every time because it was a dangerous topic and Nicola forbade her to speak of him in Dumbledore’s presence. He would get very fiery about it and insisted Dumbledore was a threat to her life. There was logic in that, yet her senses told her different. There was trust, the oddest thing to consider, but it was true.

"I imagine he visits your dreams. Like when you were in a comma, after all is it not a dreamlike state?", Dumbledore said calmly with sincere curiosity. He was wrong but Astoria would not share that. "We would duel together often when we were young. Students".

"What about my father?".

"I knew your grandfather better than him. You do not seem to share a resemblance with Ilay, unlike with Nicola".

"What kind of resemblance?", Astoria asked, worried that he knew too much and already suspecting it.

"You are identical to him in looks and in spirit", Albus Dumbledore said with a smile. "Makes me nostalgic".

"Do you miss him?", Astoria hesitated as she asked. It felt like a forbidden question. She knew very well that he killed him.

It took a long pause before he said anything.

"No. Only the boy he was".

They drank tea in silence.

Christmas approached. Another empty holiday to spend alone. Harry kept her company the first year but after that the Weasley’s invited him to their home. He was sort of an extension to their family. In Astoria’s most forbidden dreams, she wished the same.

Dumbledore of course was away this year like all the other years before. He would always find a subtle reason to leave around this time. Politics. Business. School work. A foreign attendance that could not be postponed. Someone was hurting, or in need of help, or dying, or maybe already dead. The list was endless.