UNEDITED (because I was too lazy)

| | Lucius Malfoy | |

     "Move!" I shoved aside a group of popular Hufflepuffs and Avery, Mulciber and a few more Slytherins interested in becoming Death Eaters flanked me.

     "Oi!" One cried out, but when I glared at him, he shrunk back and he hurried off with his gang.

We all roared with laughter.

"Hufflepuff scum!" Avery roared after the Hufflepuff.

"Oi, no magic in the corridors!" A random prefect appeared.

I curled my lip in disgust, "excuse me? I'm Head Boy!"

"Oh yes? But prefects can take points away and give detentions! Head boy's and Head girl's can only give detention!" The prefect retorted.

"So?" I sneered.

"Prefects can confiscate items. Prefects and Head Boy's and Head Girl's can take points. Prefects and Head students can't take points from other prefects or Head students. Only Prefects can authorize detentions!" The prefect barked.

I heard Avery snicker and mutter to Mulciber. "He seems stupid!"

I half-turned to witness Mulciber nod stupidly.

I half-turned back to the prefect and almost pulled my wand out when Mc.Gonagall rushed past carrying a girl limp in her arms. Three girls and four boys, all Gryffindors rushed after her.

"What's going on?" The prefect and I demanded.

"Silence, Mr.Malfoy! We're heading to St. Mungos! Round up all prefects and head boy's and girl's! Get them to check the entire castle for intruders; the intruders may be hidden by Polyjuice Potion!" Mc.Gonagall shouted before running off.

"Intruders?" I questioned.

"Polyjuice Potion changes the look of someone to look like someone else," the prefect muttered.

     Idiot! It's like he thinks I don't know that already! I thought bitterly, feeling insulted.

     "Well, let's go round up the prefects and stuff," I grumbled and we alerted every prefect and head boy and girl.

      "I'm in Ravenclaw," the prefect said suddenly.

      I gave him a loathing look, "I don't care."

(Totally me 👆🏻)

      The Ravenclaw prefect stared at me in an injured way, but I ignored his pathetic excuse for a face.

      I pulled out my snake handled wand and directed it at the prefect, Stupefy!

     The prefect fell backwards stunned and I swept off to the corridor where I saw Mc.Gonagall talking to the to-be Death Eaters.

     Wait, what? Mc.Gonagall left with a girl to St. Mungos and that would take awhile, which mean this "Mc.Gonagall" is a fake, I realized.

     Impedimenta! I thought aiming my wand at the intruder but they flicked it aide . . . Death Eater style.

     They can't be a Death Eater because then they wouldn't have attacked me, I realized.

     "Who are you?" I demanded.

     "Where was the girl headed?" The figure asked.

     "What?"

     "The girl in Mc.G— I mean, my arms."

     "Well, imposter, if you WERE Mc.Gonagall you would know where YOU had taken her. Wouldn't you?" I asked cleverly.

     "Brother! Come to the Hospital Wing!" I heard a cold voice that sounded like fingernails scratching a chalk board come from the intruders' comlink-thing.

     "Shut up Khamûl! She went this way!" The fake Mc.Gonagall became a hooded figure.

     "Where?"

     "The entrance way that leads down to Hagrid's hut!"

     "Be right there . . . Lemme just extinguish this fire before this greasy haired Slytherin makes a fiendfyre or something . . . He's looking for her too . . ."

     "WHAT THE FUDGE IS GOING ON?!" I exploded. For the first in my life I felt confused.

     "What's going on?" The hooded figure mimicked me.

     That made me feel stupid. Which made me feel angry. Which made me try to hex him, Petrificous Totalus!

     The hooded figure flicked the spell away lazily once more. "Pathetic!"

     "Stupefy!" I saw Snape shoot it at another hooded figure who was flying here in Death Eater style with the black smoke.

      The figure was hit and they fell down.

     I aimed my wand at his head, but to my amazement, he quickly scrambled to his feet as though the Stunning Spell hadn't hit him.

     Now it was Snape and me against these intruders while the other to-be Death Eaters looked pathetic, just watching us in amazement.

     We blocked the exit, our wands aimed at the intruders.

     "You think this is a fair battle?" The newcomer, Khamûl laughed and it sent a chill down my spine. "You are mistaken."

     "Crucio!" Khamûl hissed and the spell hit me.

     I jerked around trying to free myself from the pain as invisible knives pierced into me deep and then kept cutting at me again and again.

     "Expelliarmus!" Snape shouted but through the corner of my eye the other guy jumped in front and flicked it aside.

     While Snape and the other guy shot and deflected spells, Khamûl continued to torture me.

     He too was a hooded figure. As he continued torturing me, he took off his hood. I gasped while writhing around in pain. He has a disfigured face: scars pierced his eye that seemed cold and lifeless, his skin was white and wrinkled, his one red eye glowed with luminescence, his skin seemed rough like sandpaper, he had a crooked nose as though it had been broken many times and his mouth was sagging down in a way, but it had gruesome cuts and it smiled at me as though I was about to be treated to some punishment.

     Behind me, some to-be Death Eaters screamed and left, while Avery and Mulciber fainted.

     Big help guys, thanks, I thought trying to ignore the pain.

     "Crucio!" I heard Snape shout and Khamûl was flung and he released the curse on me.

     I tried standing when something thunked me on the head and the last thing I remembered was Snape bending over me in concern.

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     I woke up and looked at my surroundings. I was still in the same corridor but everything still seemed blurry. I blinked and my vision began to clear more.

     I saw Snape still duelling and to my amazement he was duelling both Khamûl and his brother single-handedly. I turned around to see Avery and Mulciber watching with their mouths hanging open.

     Still useless, I'll report that to the Dark Lord the next time he talks about Avery and Mulciber seeming cool, I'll ditch in something negative.

"Snape, go check on Mc.Gonagall and the girl! I got this!" I shouted and Snape obligingly left. "They're at St. Mungos!"

Stupefy! Expelliarmus! Incendio! Crucio! Imperio! Avada Kedavra! Flipendo! Rictusempra! Serpensortia! Tarantellagra!

I sent non-verbal spells continuously at them and they either dodged them or deflected them.

"Serpensortia!" I shouted and a large snake lunged out and bit Khamûl lightning quick.

"AAAAAARRRGGGH!" Khamûl wailed.

The Witch King blinked.

Maybe he did not see his brother in pain too often.

"Owww! Inform the boss; let this useless to-be Death Eater go! She went to St.Mungos!" Khamûl reported after listening through his comlink (and wailing liked a demented elephant).

     Wow, he didn't hear me scream "She's at St.Mungos!" which I kind of regret telling now . . . Nah, never mind, I don't. She's Mudblood.

The snake slithered off while the Witch King watched his brother scream in agony.

"Do you want me to transport you?" The Witch King spoke as though he was shipping vegetables away.

"What am I? Stupid?" Khamûl spat at the Witch King.

"Off the top of my head, yes. But enough of that later. That snake either but you hard or had poisonous fangs?"

"The latter," Khamûl growled growling his eye where the poison was spreading at a horrifying, yet enjoyable, rate.

"Aww, poison in the eye. That must hurt," the Witch King nodded carelessly. "Got energy to Disapparate?"

"Do. You. Have. A. Freaking. Antidote?" Khamûl spoke in a low, dangerous tone, his teeth still clenched in pain.

"No, why would I carry those around? They're stupid and they serve no purpose," the Witch King snorted.

I merely watched them yelling at each other; it was like a chess game.

"Ohhhh, but my eye hurts!" Khamûl wailed in agony.

"Ohhhh," the Witch King looked sympathetic and Khamûl seemed surprised. "I don't freaking care. Go tell someone else of your pitiful problems..."

The Witch King smiled and Khamûl growled with rage.

"I'll show you!" Khamûl seethed.

"Show me what? Your Troll grade in Potions? Guess that means you can't make an antidote yourself!" The Witch King taunted and I was amazed that these brothers did not help each other. "If you need to leave and apply ice to that burn, I understand." He added mockingly.

Avery, Mulciber and I broke into fits of laughter.

Both brothers rounded on us immediately.

"What should we do with them?" Khamûl asked.

"Father gave us three options; slice them into tiny bits like Kronos did to Uranus, wipe their memories and take them hostage or kill them," the Witch King announced.

If I were them I would do the first one, since I'm me, I would like the second one best.

"Let's spare them," Khamûl suggested which surprised everyone greatly.

"What? Why? That's isn't one of the options!" The Witch King frowned.

"No, but think about it," Khamûl began whispering to the Witch King and both nodded in agreement.

"See you," they both mock-waved, took each other's hands' and Disapparated.

"Lucius Malfoy saved us!" Hogwarts students came running over excitedly.

"HE IS OUR KING!"

"HE IS OUR KING!" The shout began to echo.

"I AM THE KING!" I shouted although I had no freaking clue of what was going on.

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I am listening to a supposed to be listening to Pirates of the Caribbean , but ... okay nvm... Okay nvm... back to weird sounding....

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