An unexpected event leads some unorthodox house points. Enjoy!
I don't own Harry Potter
Harry had already been having a bad day before Malfoy showed up. He had gotten a Troll on his history exam, his headache had gotten worse after lunch, and he was up all night after a stupid nightmare. So he certainly didn't want to see Malfoy's blond head in the hallway coming his way.
"Potter! I heard you failed the history exam. Clearly all your fame has crowded your mind too much for simple facts."
"Shove off, Malfoy," Harry seethed as he tried to push past Malfoy.
"Aww. Is wee little Potter running for his Mudblood Mummy?"
That was the final straw for Harry. The stress of the whole day had finally caught up to him and Malfoy's comment about his mother pushed him over the edge. Without a warning, Harry spun around and punched Malfoy right in the nose with a sickening crunch. Movement in the hall stopped and silence was all that was heard. Everyone was staring at the shocked pureblood boy with blood slowly dripping out of his rapidly swelling nose. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, the hall burst to life. Students were in uproar and both Harry and Malfoy began to yell at each other.
"What in Merlin's name is going on here?" Just as quickly as the noise had started, it had stopped at the sound of the loud proclamation resonating through the corridor. Professor Snape had just turned the corner and witnessed the scene playing out before him.
Malfoy was quick to respond. "Potter punched me in the face!"
Snape's beady eyes turned to Harry. "And why would Mr. Potter do that?"
Harry was focused on a spot on the floor by his shoes as he mumbled his answer incoherently under his breath.
"Louder, Potter. Not everyone speaks Mumble."
"I said he called my mum a mudblood." At this point Harry's cheeks were flushed with anger.
Once again, silence permeated throughout the hall. Everyone was anticipating the punishment Snape was going to dish out on Harry, some were even inching away in hopes to avoid being caught in the crossfire. However, what happened next would be a mystery for all the students who witnessed the event for many years to come.
"Five points to Gryffindor."
No one moved. No one spoke. No one even breathed as Snape turned - robes billowing as always - and strode down the hallway as if his previous statement was an everyday occurrence. Finally, the usual hustle and bustle of students in the corridor returned and a certain pair of Gryffindor and Slytherin enemies parted with a final glare.
With a newfound spring in his step, Harry Potter made his way to the Gryffindor common room to enlighten his peers on the mystifying events that just took place. Harry's day was going much better now.