Ever since returning back, it hasn't been like the other years. It's been difficult and possibly worse. Everywhere they walk, one has to watch out for their back and where they go because now any teacher could harm them, simply for living. It was such a horrible thing that the Death Eaters had placed themselves into Hogwarts as teachers. It wasn't properly done and those who were still just professors barely had much authority. How could they when they had Death Eaters waiting eagerly for any excuse to perform the Killing Curse on them? Not even the safest school ever was safe. Still though, it didn't stop those who were of the newly formed Order from meeting to find ways to not be subjected to the everyday scrutiny of the new professors. They met to make a stand and give confidence into everyone else, including the teachers who were being forced to stay quiet. Stand up and take back what was theirs; the right to learn, the right for Muggle-borns and Half-bloods to learn what is their natural magical right. No harm.
That day, after meeting in the safe haven of the Room of Requirement, recruiting others and simply staying safely in a place that the Death Eaters wouldn't have an access to, Ginny Weasley sat on a couch, simply chatting with a few of those who had remained. She was talking about Ron, Harry, and Hermione, hoping for their well-being and hopefully an end to this tyrannical reign of darkness. Among them were Neville, Seamus, and a few others, simply chatting and also not wanting to leave the Room anytime soon.
Still, the time came and they all took their leave, but Ginny remained. The Room was designed in this comfortable lounging kind of part in the corner and then a practice field to practice defense spells against any harming persons. When it was over, they would sit back and relax, talk, laugh, try and have a good time as well as get work done. It was their salvation at the end of every class day; a place to escape from the dreary and droning dark forces that were determined to break down the walls of the very institution that once was so safe and homey for them.
With a small sigh, Ginny turned the page of the new textbook that had replaced the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was relatively similar but not so much defense. She read it to learn what she may need that could be used as defense; though it didn't necessarily mean it was to protect but to inflict harm. Moving a lock of her ginger red hair out of her face, she turned the page again and then looked up from her book, resting her head back against the back of the cushioned chair she was sitting in. Clad in a white buttoned blouse with her tie loosened around her neck and the black pleated skirt, she crossed a leg over the other and just closed her eyes, thinking about the trio, wishing everyday that they would come home. Wishing everyday that all that was happening, would end. She remained strong, even if everything else was crashing down. She had to remain strong. So many had to.<|im_end|>
Things were looking up for anyone in the Slytherin house, especially those whose parents had joined the Dark Lord all those years ago and willingly answered his summons more recently. Dominic Rowle happened to fit into that category, a current Sixth year at Hogwarts who knew that this year would provide him with more then any year past had. True things had worked out well for him in the past, he was a Prefect, one of the top students in his year, and also a Chaser for his house Quidditch team, a team that had not won the championship in too long but that hardly mattered, he had a feeling that things would change this year.
He had good looks, charm, talent, and a very wealthy pure blood family that could get him just about whatever he wanted. Of course there was one thing just out of his reach, one thing that he never told anyone else in his house about because of the trouble it would cause him... Ginny Weasley, pure blood and beautiful. True her family didn't have much money but that hardly mattered to Dominic... though her family's betrayal of their pure blood was a troublesome thing. To him it wasn't something that mattered but he was proud of his pure blood status and he knew that she would reject him should he approach her... and Dominic was not someone who took rejection very well. No when the time came he would have her all to himself, and she wouldn't have a choice in the matter.
The new rules in the school hadn't really bothered him all that much, as the child of Death Eaters the new teachers were treating him quite well and he was excelling in the classes while at the same time looking closely at Ginny, waiting for her to make a mistake, waiting for a chance. Finally one had emerged, she had been sneaking off at night as had her friends and he had followed them, seeing them enter the Room of Requirement, something he had discovered his second year. He wasn't an idiot, only one reason these particular students would want to meet in private and with a smile he had taken down the names as they left, a list that would give him a great deal of power over her should he need it, a pity that he didn't carry a camera around at all times like that one kid Colin did.
Smile still on his face and list of names tucked into his robes Dominic entered the room. Hello Ginerva. He greeted her, making sure his hand was on his wand in case she got violent. Taking a little bit of time to hold a study group with your friends.... I believe Headmaster Snape would need to approve it first.<|im_end|>