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The Lie I've Lived, Chapter 21About ninety minutes later, I'm leaning on a crutch and staring out the window. On one side of me is Fleur, and on the other is Millicent Bulstrode, whose arm is in a cast—my own version of 'The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly'. Below us, we see the tiny pops of house elves unloading the Durmstrang ship and trying to make it lighter. Smoke pours out of the portholes and at least two fires are burning up on deck. Magical tents dot the surrounding shore as the weary students of that school dig in for a very long night. Frankly, I can't muster up a great deal of pity for them. One rotten apple spoils the bunch.
The ship is listing about thirty degrees. It's pure Marauder beauty, even if I didn't intend for it to happen, and further proof of the consequences of crossing a Potter. Padfoot is going to be so jealous when I tell him about this night. I don't care how many witches he's currently sleeping with—I helped destroy a Poltergeist, badly damaged the Durmstrang ship, got the girl, and got Snape fired. He'll have to work pretty damn hard to top that.
"Next time Draco wants to screw with you, Potter, I'm taking a sleeping draught and turning in early. I don't need this shit."
"So what exactly happened down there?" I ask Millicent.
"Draco was busy congratulating Krum on humiliating the two of you when all the lights went out on the ship. It seemed like no big deal at first, but then the wood started creaking and it felt like the ship was in heavy seas, and I'm thinking, this is the Great Lake, right, and not February in the North Atlantic. So we start trying to get back on the main deck when the kitchen bursts into flames and the fireplace starts spitting out flaming logs. A chunk of one smashed into my bloody arm and set me on fire! That effing little ponce, Draco, he damn near trampled me trying to get out of there."
I try very hard not to laugh at her misfortune. "Sounds like his style. What happened next?"
"People were screaming. There was water coming in on the lower decks. The four ghouls and the Inferi they had in the hold got loose…"
"What were they doing with ghouls and zombies in the hold?"
"Damned if I know, Potter. Ask them if you're so effing interested."
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