From Lions To So Much More
I do not own Harry Potter unfortunately, things would be a lot more different if I did. Just to let you know I'm going to be updating by POV's and I will tell you when it's a new chapter and not just a new POV. Please give me feedback on this style.
"talking"
thinking
Chapter 1
Draco's P.O.V.
I was a little late for class (the bint Pansy messed up my hair and spilled food all over me). It wasn't just any class, but my most favorite one, Potions. I was so close to the door when I heard someone cry out in pain. I looked to see who it was and was gobsmaked to find out that it was Severus, my godfather, honorary uncle, and Potions professor, was grabbing his head in excruciating pain.
"Sev! What's wrong?" I ran to the man.
Trying to act like everything was alright he stood up and gave his usual icy glare.
"It would be wise of you to go to class before I do, or else I might be forced to give you detention, Draco," Severus said without emotion.
Realizing that no matter what I said he wouldn't listen to me I reluctantly turned around and trudged once more towards the classroom door. Madame Pomfry would have to drag that man to the hospital wing even if he knew the only way to survive was too got to there. He was mere feet behind me and I could practically feel his pain. However, once I entered the class everyone looked at me like I was mad to come so late (even those who knew I was Sev's favorite). Weasley rolled his eyes assuming I wasn't going to get in trouble. Well he was right, but it's still annoying!
That ginger really got on my nerves sometimes. Sometimes I'll see him saunter around like he owned the place and he would even smirk! Merlin how I hated the boy! He, a brash Gryffindor would imitate me! Damn bloody sod.
Uncle Sev walked in seconds later and immediately assigned a potion to brew. Sev and I weren't in the best watching mood, so it slipped our minds to watch the other students for possible disasters. What do you expect? Severus was in pain and I had a lot to think about!
A shriek sounded from the girls in the room. My eyes snapped to attention to the area everyone was looking at. Of course the reason for the loud noise was from Crabbe's cauldron. Its contents were a deep red and were getting smoky, billowing out of it. The idiot! What did he do!? Even Goyle looked at Crabbe like he was a dunderhead. Goyle of all people.
