"Put down your wand, Longbottom, we don't want the whole class to catch
fire, now do we?" Snapes cool voice echoed around the large granite dungeon
where Potions class was underway. The Slytherin's laughed easily at this
distraction and made snide remarks, much to the amusement of the Potions
master himself. Neville looked sadly down at the ruins of what had once
been his growing drought but now resembled more of a crusty piece of toast.
"That will be ten points from Gryffindor, for an insanely easy potion botched . again." Snape said the last word as he looked down at poor Neville, who was by now looking on the verge of a panic attack. Farther back from this scene, towards the back of the cold unfriendly classroom sat three students, one with great bushy curls, another with flaming red hair, and the last with messy, jet black hair. If one were to look too closely at this boys head, they could distinguish a small, lightning bolt scar running from his hairline halfway down his forehead. The hair in front of it looked as if it had been purposely pushed down to hide the scar, but it was to no avail.
"Someday, when he isn't looking, I'd like to shove that cauldron halfway up his" "Ron!" Hermione cut him off with an indignant look. It was true, Snape left much to be desired from his kindness, but he was still a Hogwarts teacher, which entitled him (In Hermione's mind) to at least some respect.
Harry listened to his friends' squabbling for a moment before becoming disinterested and turning away. He loved his friends, but the constant fighting was driving him slowly insane. And he knew how Ron felt about Hermione, he could hear him talking in his sleep, but the truth was, no matter how much Ron cared for Hermione, Harry really didn't think she liked him in that way. He hadn't told this to Ron, though, and even if he had, Harry had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't have listened.
As Harry was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes unseeingly scanned the room. Across from him, sitting between his usual cronies, sat none other than one Draco Malfoy. His silver hair glinted off the candles light and made it look like he had a halo around him. But he was no angel, he was the epitome of all Slytherin stood for. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, the names together sounded foreign in ones mouth, as if it were not meant to be spoken. Currently, Draco was chatting up Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin with a pug face and tight curls. Every student at Hogwarts knew they were going out, though they couldn't help but wonder why someone as good looking as Draco would go out with her.
Draco looked up and met eyes with Harry, a sneer formed on his features. Harry saw him mouth the words 'Scar head' but made no motion back. He turned back to his friends just as they seemed to be finishing up their conversation. "Well, fine," Hermione was saying grumpily "Maybe he is rather unpleasant, but he is a teacher!" Ron scoffed which only served to make Hermione to frown in distaste. Harry couldn't help but laugh at her expression, and Hermione smiled too.
Ron opened his mouth to say something when the bell tolling end of class rang. Across the room, Neville Longbottom let out a relieved sigh, causing him to relax his grip on the cauldron and making it topple forward. Hermione, Harry and Ron rushed forward to help their friend as Draco howled with laughter.
"Poor Longbottom, can't even keep a cauldron straight, can he?" He crowed much to the delight of his fellow Slytherins. Harry looked up from the spilt contents of the cauldron and made to grip his wand, but a firm hand on his shoulder held him back. Harry looked over and saw Hermione, a worried expression on her face. "Harry, don't, remember what happened the last time you attacked Malfoy?" She whispered hurriedly, Harry grimaced at the thought but didn't say anything.
Draco took this as a sign of weakness and screamed with even more unbridled laughter. Harry could take no more and he pulled out his wand, pointing it at Draco's chest he bellowed "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
At once, a glowing silver stag erupted from the tip of his wand, charging Draco. He stumbled backwards and fell over a cauldron, his arms flailed and for a moment, Harry had the expression of a very angry pigeon. Draco fell backwards and landed in the water drain, sending ice cold water all over him and his fellow Slytherins. Now it was the Gryffindors turn for laughter as they all crowed their delight. Having no Dementor to attack, Harry's Patronus flickered and vanished.
"You'll be sorry, Scar Face!" Draco cried, clambering to his feet and raising his wand. Half the Gryffindor's rallied around Harry, as well as the Slytherin's around Draco. But before anyone could make a move, a loud, ringing voice sounded through the Dungeon's halls. Professor McGonagall's magically magnified voice sounded choked and frightened. Instantly Harry felt fear, he had never heard McGonagall like that.
"All students, report to your Common Rooms, immediately," She said, everyone was silent as they looked up towards where the sound was coming from. "There has been a great tragedy, all of you will be heading home in the morning," Her voice was cracking and Harry mentally urged her on, a great feeling of dread was tearing at his stomach. "Headmaster Dumbledore has been . has been" Another choking sound, this time accompanied by a sob. "Murdered."
"That will be ten points from Gryffindor, for an insanely easy potion botched . again." Snape said the last word as he looked down at poor Neville, who was by now looking on the verge of a panic attack. Farther back from this scene, towards the back of the cold unfriendly classroom sat three students, one with great bushy curls, another with flaming red hair, and the last with messy, jet black hair. If one were to look too closely at this boys head, they could distinguish a small, lightning bolt scar running from his hairline halfway down his forehead. The hair in front of it looked as if it had been purposely pushed down to hide the scar, but it was to no avail.
"Someday, when he isn't looking, I'd like to shove that cauldron halfway up his" "Ron!" Hermione cut him off with an indignant look. It was true, Snape left much to be desired from his kindness, but he was still a Hogwarts teacher, which entitled him (In Hermione's mind) to at least some respect.
Harry listened to his friends' squabbling for a moment before becoming disinterested and turning away. He loved his friends, but the constant fighting was driving him slowly insane. And he knew how Ron felt about Hermione, he could hear him talking in his sleep, but the truth was, no matter how much Ron cared for Hermione, Harry really didn't think she liked him in that way. He hadn't told this to Ron, though, and even if he had, Harry had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't have listened.
As Harry was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes unseeingly scanned the room. Across from him, sitting between his usual cronies, sat none other than one Draco Malfoy. His silver hair glinted off the candles light and made it look like he had a halo around him. But he was no angel, he was the epitome of all Slytherin stood for. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, the names together sounded foreign in ones mouth, as if it were not meant to be spoken. Currently, Draco was chatting up Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin with a pug face and tight curls. Every student at Hogwarts knew they were going out, though they couldn't help but wonder why someone as good looking as Draco would go out with her.
Draco looked up and met eyes with Harry, a sneer formed on his features. Harry saw him mouth the words 'Scar head' but made no motion back. He turned back to his friends just as they seemed to be finishing up their conversation. "Well, fine," Hermione was saying grumpily "Maybe he is rather unpleasant, but he is a teacher!" Ron scoffed which only served to make Hermione to frown in distaste. Harry couldn't help but laugh at her expression, and Hermione smiled too.
Ron opened his mouth to say something when the bell tolling end of class rang. Across the room, Neville Longbottom let out a relieved sigh, causing him to relax his grip on the cauldron and making it topple forward. Hermione, Harry and Ron rushed forward to help their friend as Draco howled with laughter.
"Poor Longbottom, can't even keep a cauldron straight, can he?" He crowed much to the delight of his fellow Slytherins. Harry looked up from the spilt contents of the cauldron and made to grip his wand, but a firm hand on his shoulder held him back. Harry looked over and saw Hermione, a worried expression on her face. "Harry, don't, remember what happened the last time you attacked Malfoy?" She whispered hurriedly, Harry grimaced at the thought but didn't say anything.
Draco took this as a sign of weakness and screamed with even more unbridled laughter. Harry could take no more and he pulled out his wand, pointing it at Draco's chest he bellowed "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
At once, a glowing silver stag erupted from the tip of his wand, charging Draco. He stumbled backwards and fell over a cauldron, his arms flailed and for a moment, Harry had the expression of a very angry pigeon. Draco fell backwards and landed in the water drain, sending ice cold water all over him and his fellow Slytherins. Now it was the Gryffindors turn for laughter as they all crowed their delight. Having no Dementor to attack, Harry's Patronus flickered and vanished.
"You'll be sorry, Scar Face!" Draco cried, clambering to his feet and raising his wand. Half the Gryffindor's rallied around Harry, as well as the Slytherin's around Draco. But before anyone could make a move, a loud, ringing voice sounded through the Dungeon's halls. Professor McGonagall's magically magnified voice sounded choked and frightened. Instantly Harry felt fear, he had never heard McGonagall like that.
"All students, report to your Common Rooms, immediately," She said, everyone was silent as they looked up towards where the sound was coming from. "There has been a great tragedy, all of you will be heading home in the morning," Her voice was cracking and Harry mentally urged her on, a great feeling of dread was tearing at his stomach. "Headmaster Dumbledore has been . has been" Another choking sound, this time accompanied by a sob. "Murdered."