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Sept 1, 1997 Hogwarts Express Seventh Year Slytherin Girl’s Compartment
“So,” Tracey Davis sighed, “Last year at Hogwarts ladies.”
“Best year at Hogwarts, you mean,” Pansy replied. “Snape’s Headmaster and all the filthy little mudbloods will be gone. If you ask me someone should have killed Dumbledore sooner.”
There was an awkward silence. Daphne Greengrass shot Samantha Spinx a quick look while Millicent nodded.
“I still can’t believe Snape did it,” Tracey said. “And now he’s headmaster – I know the Dark Lord’s in charge and all but wouldn’t someone have said no if he’d actually…”
“Officially Undesirable #1 killed Dumbledore,” Daphne said.
“Scarhead always seemed kind of nice for a Gryffindork,” Millicent said. “Shame he had to crack and kill the headmaster.”
The girls looked at her for a second. It was always hard to tell if Millicent was a clever girl who pretended to be stupid or just plain stupid. Samantha was the only one who had ever seen her grades and she wasn’t going to talk.
“Oh, Professor Snape killed Dumbledore alright,” Pansy replied. “Draco was there and said he didn’t even hesitate, straight AK.”
“But officially it was Potter, try to remember that Pansy,” Daphne said. Pansy rolled her eyes. “Has anyone heard what happened to Professor Burbage. Before Thicknesse took over the Prophet said she was missing.”
“Still missing, or at least no longer at Hogwarts,” Samantha volunteered. “One of mum’s old school friends, Alecto Carrow, is going to teach Muggle Studies now. And her brother Amycus is teaching defence.”
“Woman gets the soft subject, figures,” Millicent said.
“Muggle Studies isn’t all that soft,” Tracey said. “The way Professor Burbage taught it, anyway you had to remember all these things about eckeltricity and bus schedules and aluminium birds.”
“Well, Carrow will definitely not be carrying on about that nonsense. Besides, you and Daphne were the only ones to take it, why I’ll never understand. And Daphne gave it up after OWLS,” Pansy said.
“It’d be good for camoflauge if you ever wanted to disappear, though,” Samantha said. “One of mums school friends ran away after the first war because her mum betrothed her to an eighty year old, and I figure Muggle Studies would be very useful just in case.”
“Smart girl,” Millicent said.
“Why didn’t you take it then?” Pansy said.
“Mum promised she’d never force me into a contract, not after her parents forced her to drop out of Hogwarts.”
“I wish I had your mum,” Millicent said. “My parents gave into the Crabbes this summer. They agree that I’ll be Mrs. Vincent Crabbe next summer.”
“Congratulations,” Pansy said. “Vince has been sweet on you since first year, it’s so good when these things end well.”
“This isn’t ending well,” Millicent said. “Just because he likes me doesn’t mean he should be allowed to marry me when I don’t like him back. Besides, he took my spot on the Quidditch and I’ll never forgive that.”
“At least you know what you’ll be doing after school,” Pansy complained. “I swear, if the Malfoy’s delay finalizing a contract for Draco and I one more time…”
“You’ll finally think Draco might be interested in someone else?” Daphne said. Pansy had been scheming to become the next Mrs. Malfoy since first year, and the other girls had decided they were tired of it sometime in third.
“Like you,” Pansy said. “I assure you, my Drakie-pie has more sense than to go after a polluted bloodline like the Greengrasses.”
“And for that I am glad,” Daphne said.
“Oh, Daph, officially you should be extremely disappointed,” Tracey said. “Millie, do you think there’ll be Quidditch this year. Maybe Urquhurt will let girls on this year.”
“Maybe, but I don’t think the competition will be as strong with all the mudbloods gone,” Millicent said. “And I was only allowed to try out last year because Professor Snape made him include girls. He didn’t pick any of us and not even the three loser houses have girls at beater.”
“I think only the Harpies do,” Samantha said. “Anybody else’s parents try to sell them this summer?”
“My mum kept trying to get something started for me and Blaise,” Daphne said. “But he’s made it very clear he’s never getting married. In his experience husbands have very short life expectancies.”
“My parents keep looking at old Quidditch captains,” Tracey said. “They’ve looked into Marcus Flint, Montague and Roger Davies but the troll clans don’t like humans, Montague is already promised to a girl in the year below us and the Davies don’t do the contracts anymore. Not that I’d want them to, but it’s got to be better than their suggestion that they try to make a contract with Professor Snape.”
“Ew,” Samantha said. All the girls shivered. They respected Professor Snape but no one had ever accused him of being attractive.
“How’d your mum’s friend, the one teaching Muggle Studies, avoid getting married off, then,” Daphne asked.
“Don’t know, probably has something to do with being poor, plain and willing to hex anyone who crosses her,” Samantha said. “She’s definitely a Death Eater now, the only female Death Eater I’ve heard of other than Bellatrix Lestrange.”
“I’d rather be a Death Eater than a Death Eater’s wife,” Millicent said.
“Draco’s aunt is both,” Pansy said. “Draco thinks she’s a bit crazy but I think she’s inspirational.”
“Officially she’s what all Slytherin girls aspire to be,” Daphne said.
“A crazy killer completely devoted to a man who’d never look her way,” Tracey said. The other girls all stared at her. “What, you haven’t heard about the sordid love triangle between the Lestranges and You-Know-Who?”
“Officially he’s refered to as the Dark Lord,” Daphne said.
“And unofficially?” Samantha asked.
“We’d be better off if he was still dead and she was still in Azkaban,” Tracey said.
“Officially I never heard that but I quite agree,” Daphne said.
“Officially I am quite excited to marry a Death Eater and wait for him to come back from his little Death Eater games,” Millicent said. “Unofficially I’m not sure why I’d even need a man, even the Dark Lord.”
“Officially I will support the Dark Lord in all his endeavers, even if I’d rather study to be a healer at St. Mungo’s,” Samantha said.
“Officially or not I’m going to become Minister of Magic regardless of who wins the war,” Tracey said.
“You girls are going to need to be more careful this year, officially or unofficially,” Pansy said. “I’m gonna go find Draco.” And she stepped out of the door.
“So, last year at Hogwarts ladies?” Daphne asked.
~break~
Their last year at Hogwarts was not as great as it officially should have been. Mandatory muggle studies and Alecto Carrow proved to be worse than the depressing defence classes with her brother. Officially, as Slytherins they were expected to support the Headmaster in imposing the new order and finding the student insurrectionists who were making this difficult. Officially none of them except Pansy ever saw anything. Unofficially they frequently turned their heads, walked the other way or in one case aided and abetted the miscreants in an escape. In March Daphne’s parents wrote her telling her they’d arranged a marriage for her to a wizard named Yaxley.
When the Dark Lord descended upon Hogwarts looking for Harry Potter they were all sent out of the school by Deputy Headmistress McGonnagall. Four of the girls accompanied Professor Slughorn with the Hogsmeade reinforcements. Pansy stayed at the Hogshead. By the time the battle was over Daphne was officially dead. No one ever found her body.
Millicent Bulstrode thought that the jubilation she felt when she heard Vincent Crabbe had died was not entirely proper, and sought to hide it under a great show of mourning. After three months of consoling his parents she decided to attend the Holyhead Harpies open tryouts. Despite never having played in an official match she was immediately signed as a reserve. Within a year she was starting for them. In five years she transferred to the Tutshill Tornados, becoming the first female beater on a mixed gender team in the British league in a century. In 2006 she played on the Champion English Quidditch World Cup Team in Malaysia. Her parents occasionally tried to betroth her to someone else but her suitors strangely always seemed to get a bludger to the head. No one ever mentions the four O’s and 2 E’s she got on her NEWTS.
Pansy Parkinson received the biggest shock of her life six months after the battle when Draco Malfoy was betrothed to Daphne’s younger sister Astoria. The Greengrasses, after all were a respected old Slytherin family whose daughter had died fighting for the winning side of the war (true, there had been one or two blips on the family tree only a century old, but in the post war spirit of reconciliation and reputation rebuilding they were easily forgiven). Pansy Parkinson was a foolish girl who had disgraced herself and her name with a very public and ill-timed outburst. Her parents sent her to live with her aunt in Canada in order to get a fresh start. She is currently single and a staff writer for the Canadian edition of Witch Weekly.
Samantha Spinx applied and was accepted to the St Mungo’s trainee healer program. Three years later she was a fully trained healer assigned to the accidental spell-damage ward. She is tipped to become the next head of the ward as soon as her boss retires. Four years after the war she started dating Blaise Zabini, her current boyfriend who she lives with on the East End. Neither of them intend to get married anytime soon.
Tracey Davis joined the Ministry out of Hogwarts and was placed as an assistant in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division (a job seen as a fitting test for a Slytherin after the Voldemort Wars). She diligently worked to increase its profile and resources and after the retirement of Perkins and the promotion of Arthur Weasley found herself its head after six years of working there. She maneuvered from this position to combine the division with the Muggle Worthy Excuse committee and various other small offices to create the Department of Muggle Affairs which she is now the head of. Details of her lovelife have been kept completely private, though there are some rumors of a secret marriage to a muggle banker. Some people say that after Shacklebolt retires she may become the next minister.