"The school is locked down! Forcing our way in will sacrifice too many!" one voice cries.

"If we take too long to form a plan we'll be found by those disgusting watch parties they send out here every night!" another shouts.

"If we don't make a plan then we're dead anyway!" yet another says.

All the while Chantelle sits on his throne and watches his subjects debate. There's loud whines and whimpers, plenty of shoving, lots of wands being pulled, spells threatened to be casted. He watches with a disappointed scowl that seems to never leave whenever he's around this group. Chantelle finds himself rolling his eyes and standing. Right away the silence falls over the arguing Daunted.

"Listen to me and listen to me closely," he says, "we're going to kill two birds with one stone."

"How?" Mrs. L/n asks.

"It involves you my dear," Chantelle replies, "how well do you know your daughter?"

"Not well sir. She despises me."

Chantelle shakes her off, "Is she one of those who values doing the right thing?"

"She protected her ex-boyfriend with her life. I'd say she is."

He chuckles, "Perfect, then we'll send her a message. A message that you want to meet: alone. Talk about what she said to you. How seeing her again brought you a motherly joy you couldn't get enough of. If we can bait her into finding you then the rest is in our hands. We capture her and get the information we need out of her, then we keep her down or kill her while we take the school once and for all."

Chantelle leans his hand against his face, looking over his subjects with a satisfied grin. He's been casted aside too many times in life. For once he wants to be the man on top. For once he wants to be in a position of power. Just once he'd like to show the world that he's special: powerful. It's not like anyone ever believed he could be. He'd love to prove them wrong, even if it's for a few seconds.

"She wouldn't be stupid enough to come out and see me after I almost killed her and her boy toy," Mrs. L/n says.

Chantelle turns to the other L/n, "Mr. L/n, can you do it then? Claim you ran away from your crazy wife and want to start over. Play innocent in the whole thing. Throw Mrs. L/n under the bus. Act like she's the mastermind behind it all."

Mr. L/n hesitates, "She'll know it's a trap."

"Maybe, maybe not. But this girl witnessed someone she cared about deeply about to die, then she saw her mother for the first time in years after almost getting kidnapped at a school event," Chantelle explains. Then, he wickedly smiles. "She's traumatized. Depressed. When in a height of emotions you do things you wouldn't otherwise. Let's see this plan through. If that doesn't work, then we'll try something else. For now, let's hope this is the solution."

Mr. L/n finally gives in and nods, "Then I'll send a fire message. I hope it gets past the protection they put up."

"They still have students who need to reach their families," Chantelle dismissively says, "I'm sure it'll get through. Write that message, take your daughter, and find out the secret entrances around the school."

"What if she doesn't know?" Mrs. L/n asks.

"She most likely will. In case she doesn't, there's someone that definitely will. The Park boy... he'll come looking for her. And when he does, we beat it out of him," Chantelle replies, "and on the off-chance that he doesn't know either, we'll take the risk trying to kidnap a professor. Hopefully it doesn't come to that, I don't feel like losing any of my people." Not yet, is what he wants to add, but he bites his tongue.

They don't protest his plan. When no one voices their concerns, Chantelle prepares to move. "Good. Then send the message Mr. L/n. I want your daughter in my custody by tomorrow." Mr. L/n does a bow before going off to do his task. The crowd parts for Chantelle as he steps down, walking through the grass. "We're going to win... and this terrible place will learn exactly what it means to mess with someone as powerful as me," he says. The last thing Chantelle hears before he strides away is the booming cheering from his people. The people who are about to help him take down his demons once and for all.

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The familiar sound of burning fills your ears. Well, maybe not familiar. It's been a while since anyone sent you a fire message. It's a message that flies in the air, then instead of burning up, it burns out. AKA it flies to the person it was written to and burns to signal its' arrival. When the person is ready to read, the fire message seems to go in reverse. It doesn't burn the paper: it reveals it. It's a magic trick that's been around for a while, but sometimes you still don't understand it. Fire has always been confusing.

You catch the message as it flies by your head, the paper spreading out in front of your eyes. However, as soon as you start reading the words, your heart stops. All you wanted to do was have a peaceful day in your room. Why the hell is your God damn father bothering you today? The very thought that your father is reaching out makes your heart hurt with both pain and longing. He's a criminal. He hurt people - even killed them - but for some reason you still miss him. Maybe that's your lost childhood talking, or maybe it's the trauma, but either way there's something calling you to him.

The words on the page are easy enough to read. Mom is the one behind everything. She's the one who dragged him to join Chantelle when he was rising. Chantelle rose from seemingly no where. He trained in secret for years until he became strong enough to overthrow many powerful wizards. Your mom witnessed him in battle and apparently wanted to join him immediately. Then she dragged father along. You frown. He wants to meet? In the caverns below the school? In the valley? There's a valley under the school (since it's on a mountain) where a small system of caverns are. There's about eight caves there. He wants to meet in the middle one - aka the fifth one.

You stare at the message and read it over a few times before folding it up and placing it inside your robes. He wants to meet tonight. Six o'clock. You peep over at the time and your breath leaves your body. It's five thirty. You'd have to leave in literally five minutes if you want to take the proper precautions to make sure the cave is safe. You gulp. As desperately as you want to bring your friends, you know this is something you have to do alone. Plus: you can't risk them getting hurt. If you get hurt it's no big deal. If they do? It'll ruin you. You can't lead them to something that'll hurt them. You can't. But logically, what reason would your father have for hurting you? Just you? You're no one, literally. A school kid who is good at magic, sure, but you're far from a threat to him. Or maybe that's all bullshit and there's a proper reason you're not thinking of, you're just making excuses to make this seem like a better idea than it is.

While looking at the clock, you think over your actions. Then, you stand. You open your door, about to leave, when you walk into a Slytherin waiting outside your door. Jimin has his fist raised. Looks like he was about to knock. "Hey hon," he greets, "where you going?"

You step back and hold your breath, "Out."

He drops his hand and his small smile. Instead, he frowns and furrows his brows, "Out where?"

"To the caves. I need some alone time."

He knows right off the bat that you're lying, but he doesn't press. Jimin gives you a tight smile, "Okay."

You nod and slip away from him, bumping into him by accident. "Ouch, you okay?" you ask, "sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush."

He rubs his chest and nods, "I'm okay. Are you?"

You nod, "I'll see you in a couple hours?"

He sighs and hums, "See you in a couple hours."

You rush away, making sure your wand is still there before leaving the Gryffindor house. There's only one problem: when you bumped into Jimin, you dropped the note...

And he took it.

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A/N: Guys, I'm going to sit you down for a second just um... next chapter... good luck. I wish you the best of luck I really, really do. It's a lot.