Chapter 1 - Spells

Harry Potter had just begun his fifth year a little over two weeks ago and had only encountered a couple problems, nightmares and Dolores Umbridge. Nightmares were a regular occurrence now and he often had to sneak a dreamless sleep potion to make it through the night. Harry did not however have any type of potion that worked against terrible toads and had to endure, at times retaliate, to her constant insults and denial of a certain dark wizard.

Harry made his way from the Gryffindor common room to his defense against the dark arts class, accompanied by Ron and Hermione.

"What do you think we'll have to read today?", asked Hermione.

"Does it really matter?", asked Ron, "It's all rubbish regardless."

"I just hope I don't get another detention," said Harry.

It was with these thoughts that the trio continued their walk through the corridors.

After arriving in the large classroom, it seemed that no one had bothered to take their wands out, they all knew there was no point in hoping for a change in the repetitive lesson plan Umbridge thought was good learning material. After all, it was ministry approved, what a load of rubbish.

After a few seconds more of silent fuming Umbridge made her way out of the adjacent office to begin class. After the same customary greeting, everyone got their books out to begin the reading but by this time Harry had begun drifting off to sleep.

Harry awoke from his doze disoriented with a loud scream, he could see Cedric's death in his mind on constant replay.

Harry found his bearing quite quickly with the sound of Umbridge, "Detention Mr. Potter, why must you always bring attention upon yourself?"

Now used to receiving detentions in her class, Harry just gave Umbridge a silent glare. Either not noticing or not caring, Umbridge went on to recap the chapter from the book that everyone but Harry had been reading. Then after what felt like eternity, class was dismissed. Harry was in no mood to attempt talking his way out of a detention and instead left as quickly as possible to head to lunch.

As Harry walked steadily away he heard a call, "You just love attention don't you Potter!"

Harry turned around already knowing who the voice belonged to, "Shut your mouth Malfoy, I'm in no mood to deal with your bullshit."

Malfoy continued as if Harry had never spoken, "I bet your mudblood mother screamed as loudly as you did as the dark lord killed her."

"Shut your damn mouth Malfoy, at least my mother stood up for herself, look at yours, married to death eater scum," Harry replied with disgust.

Confringo - Protego - Confundo - Reducio - Stupefy…

Harry and Malfoy continued to exchange spells for quite some time, until Crabbe and Goyle thought it would be clever to join in. In an all out duel, four spells collided in midair, combining and then separating into two purple colored beams of terror. As the light came crashing towards Harry, right at his scar, he had the satisfaction of seeing the other beam hitting Malfoy in the leg, then everything went black.

Hey guys, not a very long chapter to start out with but I plan for the word count to grow as I flew my creativity muscles, however please be patient with me, this is my first ever story!

Please note that this story will likely be influenced by multiple stories, but it will be one of the kind at the same time. :)

Let me know what you think, I will accept all forms of critique.

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