Title: Evil from another time
Author Name: Lady Foymal
Author Email: lady_darkness22@hotmail.com
Category: Drama/Adventure/Romance
Rating: PG (presently)
Spoilers: AU - facts of SS, CoS, PoS, GoF, OotP still are present. well,
most of them.
Summary: Albus Dumbledore has disappeared, and chaos has broken out across
the wizarding world. Nothing is as it seems anymore. The world needs the
aid of the most unlikely saviour as it faces a deadly civilization one lead
by Slytherin.
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter is not mine, nor do I claim any
rights to it. I use the characters with good intention.
To whomever may come upon this note:
I fear that the worst has come.
Due to my doubts through all these years, I have ignored a possibility that could threaten the lives of all whom inhabit this earth. I had not thought that the enemy could have possibly come upon it, therefore I wanted to keep my fears to myself so they would not leech through the hearts of all man like a virus. For the secret I kept was of the utmost terror.
I had come upon this nearly a decade ago when reading some of the most ancient texts - held at the Ministry of Magic - but have since been moved in secret to a place I will not mention in this letter. These texts were written upon the time of Stonehenge's creation - muggles believe that it was made by ancient man, and wizard kind are content to have them believe so. In that time, a great war was being waged by two kinds of wizards - yes, there are two kinds of wizards - one of whom did not have a name, but fought for all that was peaceful and just. These were the kind that we see today, because all wizards have the same beliefs as those of old. But it was not always so.
These other wizards called themselves the Somere - which means 'heart of evil' in the book aforementioned. The Somere believed in pure breeding and the sole basis that only wizards who practiced pure breeding should survive. In summary, they believed that only their kind should survive. The kind that did not think of a sole but themselves, of greed, of power, all the power they could get their hands on. These people were like an army this world has not seen, even during the height of the muggle wars, their armies were only one 10th of what this army was. They ruled in current day England, their main headquarters, as we would call it, was Stonehenge and a building that has long since been destroyed so that no evidence of it would ever be found.
When man finds things, they question. They question what has gone on before their time, and they seek to discover the things they should not. The Somere are not a civilization to be trifled with. During the wars of 3000 BC, the good hearted wizards were at a downfall. They could not compete with the Somere. Their means were not as deadly - they instead wanted to heal the Somere people of their wrong doings and point them to the way of good. They faced slow extinction until the turning point - 2910 BC. A new leader came along with the idea of simply destroying these people. He claimed the healing process would do no good to these monsters, that their hearts would never be pure. The people eventually followed this lead and became trained in the arts of war, became trained in the arts of killing and sought new ways to destroy this enemy. The Leader then came up with the ultimate weapon to be used against these demon people - the 3 unforgivable curses.
The people then became killing machines, they forgot about saving the damned and healing the soul - the war had finally turned around and slowly but surely the good hearted were taking back what was theirs - a peaceful world at last.
But the Somere would not go down without a fight.
The Leader of the Somere, whom is believed to be an early relative of Salazar Slytherin himself, created a new weapon. A weapon that could only be described as a muggle nuclear weapon - but one hundred times worse. Muggle nuclear weapons find an area, land on it, and with the landing it explodes to destroy everything in a 10-mile radius. This new weapon could wipe out an entire civilization. But this weapon was much more deadly because it was magical and could not be hindered by technology. It could be used as frequently as needed to its most deadly extent. The Somere would be unstoppable - they could wipe out all but themselves, man and other wizard kind alike.
But there was a draw back to this machine. It took one pure heart so that it could gain the energy it needed. Because, you see, a pure heart was the strongest of energy known to them at the time, and still is today. You may think that you cannot harvest the goodness of ones soul, but let me tell you now that you are wrong.
The Somere would find a suitable person and perform a very difficult, very dark ritual, which sucked the very soul out of the victim. Their pure hearted energy would then be used, in a way that is unclear to us even today, to fuel this new weapon, where it would then seek the location it so desired and land. Land and wipe out all within up to a one hundred-mile radius. Because, you see, the Somere had to make sure this did not effect them as well.
But, on the eve that the weapon the Somere would use to turn everything around, two members of the High Council of the Somere ran.
Both had privately agreed that this was going too far - that they did not want to wipe out the entire race of men save themselves, because deep down they knew that they were a disgusting race.
So, both Holdrick Hufflepuff and Ravina Ravenclaw rode swiftly to the encampment of the good hearted. Upon being arrested, they begged and pleaded with them to take them to the Leader, that they had something of the utmost importance to tell him, something that could save them all. All of them feared that this was only a secret plan to destroy their newfound and powerful Leader, and rejected their pleading request. The good wizards agreed amongst themselves that they would quickly do away with these perpetrators before they could harm their good Leader.
Seconds before they could mumble 'Avada Kedavra', the Leader came and stopped the affair before it got to a deadly end. The two Somere told him of the weapon that their Leader intended to use upon them. They begged and begged that he believe them. The Leader, sensing that this was not a trap, accepted their news with the utmost grievance.
The following information that we have is quite unclear, but somehow, the Leader protected his people against the deadly blast by having them all in a very close group. It is believed that they used the same method of protection that the evil ones used - the pure hearts of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
The Somere curse backfired, as it had no place to go, and went back to the sender. The Somere were destroyed and captured in a realm of hell. For all that were in the area of their deadly weapon would not only be killed, but also sentenced to spend eternity in oblivion.
From that time on, the Leader, now identified as Godwyn Gryffindor, ruled the good wizard kind. They started a new world of peace, and prosperity. And since then all has been well.
But what I fear is that Lord Voldemort, being a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and therefore, the Leader of the Somere people, has finally learned of this. I don't know how he broke into the place where it was hidden - as only 3 living people knew of its existence, myself included- but it has been done.
I have gone to face this as I know I must. I do not know where I am going, or what I will do. I doubt I will live through this to come back to you and tell you the tale, but I write this letter so you know what I am doing. I ask that you show Cornelius Fudge this letter, as well as track down a man called Rayner Oblisk, and kindly show this to him as well.
I bid everyone a bright future, and I hope the events, which I just wrote, will not in any way take the reality of today.
In the event that you must defend yourselves against something like this, the only defense I can give you is that the Heir of Gryffindor is the key. You need that boy to have hope.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry Potter woke with a terrible headache the following day. The day before had been Halloween, and as always on Halloween, far too many butterbeers had been drank. Yawning softly he shifted out of bed and got into his uniform, which was slightly crinkled, from being so unceremoniously yanked off last night in his drunken stupor.
Harry looked over to see that Ron had already woken up. Chuckling at the fact that his friend, who often needed a frog shoved up his nose to wake, was up and going before Harry was.
Harry entered the Great Hall to a deadly silence. Professor McGonagall was standing up looking at all the students with a most somber look, eyeing Harry for a second before moving on to look at everyone else. Harry quickly glanced at the Gryffindor table to find Hermione with her head in her hands, and Ron looking stonewalled. Harry made his way over to his spot between them, keeping with the mood and keeping silent.
Harry made another quick glance at the Teachers Table to see that Hagrid was in tears, as well as most of the other teachers, Snape looking not his usual smug self but more distraught. As Harry turned back around to look at the person across from him, Seamus Finnigan, he noticed that silent tears were also running down his face. Harry looked at both Ron and Hermione with a genuinely confused expression, but neither met his eyes. From across the room he heard Professor Trelawney sobbing very loudly and sniffling while saying, "I knew it would happen all along, but alas, I was too late to warn him.."
"Attention all students", Professor McGonagall said with a steady voice. "As you all have heard, Professor Dumbledore has disappeared. The Aurors found his office totally destroyed and ruded through. We assume that he was lost in the struggle, or taken. We have no leads onto where he is, or what may have caused this crime, although we can only relate it to You-Know-Who. I would ask that all students be calm, and know that Hogwarts is still a safe place. Aurors are working constantly on this case and will not stop until resolved. Classes for today will be dismissed and will continue Monday morning. I hope everyone tries to make the best out of this weekend.."
As Professor McGonagall sat back down and buried her face in her hands, Harry's mouth still remained open and speechless. He turned to look at Hermione, but all she did was cry on his shoulder. He wrapped a sympathetic arm around her and looked at Ron. Ron didn't look ready to cry, but the look on his face was sad and fearful. Ron had turned so pale that even his freckles were gone.
"How could this have happened?" Harry said in a low voice.
"I-I just don't know", Hermione sobbed.
"But.. Hogwarts is safe. I don't know how anyone could have gotten in here. It's just not possible."
"But they did", Ron said suddenly, looking more and more somber by the second. "They just did."
They remained quite for a few more minutes before Hermione spoke. "It had to be someone from within the school. It couldn't have been anyone else.. You heard Professor McGonagall! Hogwarts is safe."
Ron looked meaningfully at Harry. "Why wouldn't they have taken you?"
"Ron! Don't talk like that!" Hermione said loudly, obviously trying not to yell and make a scene. "They didn't, and we should be grateful." She placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, which he patted with a thanks.
"I didn't mean it like that", Ron started slowly. "I just mean.. if it was You-Know-Who.. You know he's out to get Harry. So why would he take Dumbledore? It just doesn't make any sense."
"Because Dumbledore might be more of a threat then Harry!" Hermione retorted. She squeezed Harry's shoulder with the hand rested there. "Don't listen to him, Harry. All this shock is making him talk just absolutely crazy. You're safe - we'll all make sure of that."
Harry smiled gently and nodded. Hermione looked satisfied and quietly nibbled on a piece of bread she had in front of her. In his head Harry couldn't help but wonder about what Ron said. It did make an awful lot of sense. And Hermione was also right - it had to be an inside job. No way a Death Eater could just come waltzing into Hogwarts and not be noticed or detected.
The dark haired boy's heart sunk - Dumbledore couldn't be dead. He may be gone, but he couldn't be dead.
After finishing breakfast, all the Gryffindors walked up to the tower to spend a quiet day in the Common Room - no one made much noise with Exploding Snap games or with Dung Bombs. The Common Room was quiet as everyone was thinking about the current situation at hand. No one much felt like going outside, even though it was a beautifully warm day for November. Harry sat around with Hermione and Ron. They talked quietly of many things, but mostly of what was happening and what they expected would come.
Hermione sighed. "I don't know what will happen next. But whatever it is, we'll get through it. We always do." She placed the same hand on Harry's shoulder as earlier and gave it a gentle squeeze. Harry suspected she secretly though that he would be the next targeted - and who could blame her? He was Harry Potter, Voldemort's worst enemy. Or was he second worst? Situations like this made him miss the Dursley's - they had their feud, and Harry knew that they hated them, but he knew that they would never go so far as to kidnap him, kill him, or even hurt him in any way. Although Dudley did hurt him on a number of ocassions by teaming up with all his goons for friends. But Harry doubted that such cruel thoughts such as death entered their heads.
And, despite the sizes of their heads, there wasn't enough room in their heads for anything else besides a few meger thoughts.
Harry chuckled to himself as Ron eyed him curiously.
"What's got you smiling?", Ron asked.
"I just thought of Dudley in a tutu", Harry replied, deciding to lighten the mood.
Ron shuddered. "First all this stuff, and now you have to give me the mental image of a fat blonde pig wearing a tight little tutu. Thanks a lot, Harry. Good mate you are."
Harry laughed as Ron couldn't hide the smirk on his face.
The afternoon went by fast as anything. Many games of chess were played, mostly by Ron, who had started sort of a tournament. The point of this tournament was to beat everyone in the common room. Nearing the end of his game against Ginny, Harry dismissed himself to go outside. Hermione insisted on coming with him, for "company", which Harry knew meant for protection, but Harry demanded that he wanted to be alone just for a little while to think things over. He quickly rushed on his winter cloak and a pair of mittens and made his way outside. The sky had darkened and was now filled with dark clouds that looked to be promising rain very soon.
Taking in a deep breath Harry let go of all thoughts. Of course, this moment of vunerability seemed too good of a chance for Draco Malfoy to pass by.
"Out without your twins, are you Potter?"
Harry quickly whirled around to see the blonde boy standing behind him with a very smug look on his face. He noticed that Malfoy was not being tailed by his two gargoyles, and quickly came to the conclusion that they must be raiding the kitchen.
"Where are your brains, Malfoy? Off raping house elfs?"
Malfoy sneered and narrowed his eyes. "I'd expect you'd know what that's like, as I bet no girl alive would want to touch you."
Harry laughed deep in his throat. "Actually, I'm famous. It's not really a problem."
"Of course. Harry Potter, always milking in on his fame. Is that the line you use to pick up women? 'Hi, I'm Harry Potter and I defeated Voldemort as a baby. Do you want to do it?'"
"I'm not nearly as low as you, Malfoy. I'd expect you've tried that line, but the women slap you as soon as they've figured out you have no scar and have blonde hair instead of brown."
"Actually, they just throw themselves at me. I should really carry around a shield because just the other week your two little Gryffindors threw themselves right at my feet. Quite embarassing for me, really. A mudblood and a-"
Before Malfoy could finish, Harry had lunged his hands at Malfoy's throat and knocked him to the ground. His hands tightened and squeezed before Malfoy could even react to try to get out his wand or push Harry off of him.
"Don't-you-ever-talk-like-that-about-them-again!" Harry yelled, bashing Malfoy's head into the ground with each word spoken.
"Mobiliarbus!" Malfoy choaked out.
Harry flew two feet into the air before crashing back down onto the hard ground. He raised his head to meet Malfoy's wand.
"Go ahead, Malfoy. Use one of the unforgivable curses, get yourself thrown in Azkaban. But I expect that'll happen much sooner. I bet you and your Death Eater of a father had something to do with Dumbledore being kidnapped", Harry spat out, not taking his eyes away from Malfoy's.
Malfoy was standing very stifly. His eyes sharpened in malice. "Get myself thrown in Azkaban, over you? You only wish, Potter." He took a small step back and lowered his wand, allowing Harry to get to his feet. Malfoy lowered his voice as he spoke. "I had nothing to do with Dumbledore disappearing. I'm not so sure about my father, but don't you dare try to pin this on me. I have enough people trying to do that."
"Because you or your miserable father had something to do with it", Harry seethed.
"How dare you-"
"STOP!", a loud voice yelled. "Stop right there!"
Both Harry and Draco turned their heads abruptely to see three masked men moving towards them in a rush. Harry noticed immediately the wands in their outstretched hands and the glints of anger in their eyes. They came to a stop and surrounded the two boys.
"Draco Malfoy", one spoke harshly, "You are under arrest for conspiring along side of the Dark Lord to kidnap Albus Dumbledore".
To whomever may come upon this note:
I fear that the worst has come.
Due to my doubts through all these years, I have ignored a possibility that could threaten the lives of all whom inhabit this earth. I had not thought that the enemy could have possibly come upon it, therefore I wanted to keep my fears to myself so they would not leech through the hearts of all man like a virus. For the secret I kept was of the utmost terror.
I had come upon this nearly a decade ago when reading some of the most ancient texts - held at the Ministry of Magic - but have since been moved in secret to a place I will not mention in this letter. These texts were written upon the time of Stonehenge's creation - muggles believe that it was made by ancient man, and wizard kind are content to have them believe so. In that time, a great war was being waged by two kinds of wizards - yes, there are two kinds of wizards - one of whom did not have a name, but fought for all that was peaceful and just. These were the kind that we see today, because all wizards have the same beliefs as those of old. But it was not always so.
These other wizards called themselves the Somere - which means 'heart of evil' in the book aforementioned. The Somere believed in pure breeding and the sole basis that only wizards who practiced pure breeding should survive. In summary, they believed that only their kind should survive. The kind that did not think of a sole but themselves, of greed, of power, all the power they could get their hands on. These people were like an army this world has not seen, even during the height of the muggle wars, their armies were only one 10th of what this army was. They ruled in current day England, their main headquarters, as we would call it, was Stonehenge and a building that has long since been destroyed so that no evidence of it would ever be found.
When man finds things, they question. They question what has gone on before their time, and they seek to discover the things they should not. The Somere are not a civilization to be trifled with. During the wars of 3000 BC, the good hearted wizards were at a downfall. They could not compete with the Somere. Their means were not as deadly - they instead wanted to heal the Somere people of their wrong doings and point them to the way of good. They faced slow extinction until the turning point - 2910 BC. A new leader came along with the idea of simply destroying these people. He claimed the healing process would do no good to these monsters, that their hearts would never be pure. The people eventually followed this lead and became trained in the arts of war, became trained in the arts of killing and sought new ways to destroy this enemy. The Leader then came up with the ultimate weapon to be used against these demon people - the 3 unforgivable curses.
The people then became killing machines, they forgot about saving the damned and healing the soul - the war had finally turned around and slowly but surely the good hearted were taking back what was theirs - a peaceful world at last.
But the Somere would not go down without a fight.
The Leader of the Somere, whom is believed to be an early relative of Salazar Slytherin himself, created a new weapon. A weapon that could only be described as a muggle nuclear weapon - but one hundred times worse. Muggle nuclear weapons find an area, land on it, and with the landing it explodes to destroy everything in a 10-mile radius. This new weapon could wipe out an entire civilization. But this weapon was much more deadly because it was magical and could not be hindered by technology. It could be used as frequently as needed to its most deadly extent. The Somere would be unstoppable - they could wipe out all but themselves, man and other wizard kind alike.
But there was a draw back to this machine. It took one pure heart so that it could gain the energy it needed. Because, you see, a pure heart was the strongest of energy known to them at the time, and still is today. You may think that you cannot harvest the goodness of ones soul, but let me tell you now that you are wrong.
The Somere would find a suitable person and perform a very difficult, very dark ritual, which sucked the very soul out of the victim. Their pure hearted energy would then be used, in a way that is unclear to us even today, to fuel this new weapon, where it would then seek the location it so desired and land. Land and wipe out all within up to a one hundred-mile radius. Because, you see, the Somere had to make sure this did not effect them as well.
But, on the eve that the weapon the Somere would use to turn everything around, two members of the High Council of the Somere ran.
Both had privately agreed that this was going too far - that they did not want to wipe out the entire race of men save themselves, because deep down they knew that they were a disgusting race.
So, both Holdrick Hufflepuff and Ravina Ravenclaw rode swiftly to the encampment of the good hearted. Upon being arrested, they begged and pleaded with them to take them to the Leader, that they had something of the utmost importance to tell him, something that could save them all. All of them feared that this was only a secret plan to destroy their newfound and powerful Leader, and rejected their pleading request. The good wizards agreed amongst themselves that they would quickly do away with these perpetrators before they could harm their good Leader.
Seconds before they could mumble 'Avada Kedavra', the Leader came and stopped the affair before it got to a deadly end. The two Somere told him of the weapon that their Leader intended to use upon them. They begged and begged that he believe them. The Leader, sensing that this was not a trap, accepted their news with the utmost grievance.
The following information that we have is quite unclear, but somehow, the Leader protected his people against the deadly blast by having them all in a very close group. It is believed that they used the same method of protection that the evil ones used - the pure hearts of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
The Somere curse backfired, as it had no place to go, and went back to the sender. The Somere were destroyed and captured in a realm of hell. For all that were in the area of their deadly weapon would not only be killed, but also sentenced to spend eternity in oblivion.
From that time on, the Leader, now identified as Godwyn Gryffindor, ruled the good wizard kind. They started a new world of peace, and prosperity. And since then all has been well.
But what I fear is that Lord Voldemort, being a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and therefore, the Leader of the Somere people, has finally learned of this. I don't know how he broke into the place where it was hidden - as only 3 living people knew of its existence, myself included- but it has been done.
I have gone to face this as I know I must. I do not know where I am going, or what I will do. I doubt I will live through this to come back to you and tell you the tale, but I write this letter so you know what I am doing. I ask that you show Cornelius Fudge this letter, as well as track down a man called Rayner Oblisk, and kindly show this to him as well.
I bid everyone a bright future, and I hope the events, which I just wrote, will not in any way take the reality of today.
In the event that you must defend yourselves against something like this, the only defense I can give you is that the Heir of Gryffindor is the key. You need that boy to have hope.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry Potter woke with a terrible headache the following day. The day before had been Halloween, and as always on Halloween, far too many butterbeers had been drank. Yawning softly he shifted out of bed and got into his uniform, which was slightly crinkled, from being so unceremoniously yanked off last night in his drunken stupor.
Harry looked over to see that Ron had already woken up. Chuckling at the fact that his friend, who often needed a frog shoved up his nose to wake, was up and going before Harry was.
Harry entered the Great Hall to a deadly silence. Professor McGonagall was standing up looking at all the students with a most somber look, eyeing Harry for a second before moving on to look at everyone else. Harry quickly glanced at the Gryffindor table to find Hermione with her head in her hands, and Ron looking stonewalled. Harry made his way over to his spot between them, keeping with the mood and keeping silent.
Harry made another quick glance at the Teachers Table to see that Hagrid was in tears, as well as most of the other teachers, Snape looking not his usual smug self but more distraught. As Harry turned back around to look at the person across from him, Seamus Finnigan, he noticed that silent tears were also running down his face. Harry looked at both Ron and Hermione with a genuinely confused expression, but neither met his eyes. From across the room he heard Professor Trelawney sobbing very loudly and sniffling while saying, "I knew it would happen all along, but alas, I was too late to warn him.."
"Attention all students", Professor McGonagall said with a steady voice. "As you all have heard, Professor Dumbledore has disappeared. The Aurors found his office totally destroyed and ruded through. We assume that he was lost in the struggle, or taken. We have no leads onto where he is, or what may have caused this crime, although we can only relate it to You-Know-Who. I would ask that all students be calm, and know that Hogwarts is still a safe place. Aurors are working constantly on this case and will not stop until resolved. Classes for today will be dismissed and will continue Monday morning. I hope everyone tries to make the best out of this weekend.."
As Professor McGonagall sat back down and buried her face in her hands, Harry's mouth still remained open and speechless. He turned to look at Hermione, but all she did was cry on his shoulder. He wrapped a sympathetic arm around her and looked at Ron. Ron didn't look ready to cry, but the look on his face was sad and fearful. Ron had turned so pale that even his freckles were gone.
"How could this have happened?" Harry said in a low voice.
"I-I just don't know", Hermione sobbed.
"But.. Hogwarts is safe. I don't know how anyone could have gotten in here. It's just not possible."
"But they did", Ron said suddenly, looking more and more somber by the second. "They just did."
They remained quite for a few more minutes before Hermione spoke. "It had to be someone from within the school. It couldn't have been anyone else.. You heard Professor McGonagall! Hogwarts is safe."
Ron looked meaningfully at Harry. "Why wouldn't they have taken you?"
"Ron! Don't talk like that!" Hermione said loudly, obviously trying not to yell and make a scene. "They didn't, and we should be grateful." She placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, which he patted with a thanks.
"I didn't mean it like that", Ron started slowly. "I just mean.. if it was You-Know-Who.. You know he's out to get Harry. So why would he take Dumbledore? It just doesn't make any sense."
"Because Dumbledore might be more of a threat then Harry!" Hermione retorted. She squeezed Harry's shoulder with the hand rested there. "Don't listen to him, Harry. All this shock is making him talk just absolutely crazy. You're safe - we'll all make sure of that."
Harry smiled gently and nodded. Hermione looked satisfied and quietly nibbled on a piece of bread she had in front of her. In his head Harry couldn't help but wonder about what Ron said. It did make an awful lot of sense. And Hermione was also right - it had to be an inside job. No way a Death Eater could just come waltzing into Hogwarts and not be noticed or detected.
The dark haired boy's heart sunk - Dumbledore couldn't be dead. He may be gone, but he couldn't be dead.
After finishing breakfast, all the Gryffindors walked up to the tower to spend a quiet day in the Common Room - no one made much noise with Exploding Snap games or with Dung Bombs. The Common Room was quiet as everyone was thinking about the current situation at hand. No one much felt like going outside, even though it was a beautifully warm day for November. Harry sat around with Hermione and Ron. They talked quietly of many things, but mostly of what was happening and what they expected would come.
Hermione sighed. "I don't know what will happen next. But whatever it is, we'll get through it. We always do." She placed the same hand on Harry's shoulder as earlier and gave it a gentle squeeze. Harry suspected she secretly though that he would be the next targeted - and who could blame her? He was Harry Potter, Voldemort's worst enemy. Or was he second worst? Situations like this made him miss the Dursley's - they had their feud, and Harry knew that they hated them, but he knew that they would never go so far as to kidnap him, kill him, or even hurt him in any way. Although Dudley did hurt him on a number of ocassions by teaming up with all his goons for friends. But Harry doubted that such cruel thoughts such as death entered their heads.
And, despite the sizes of their heads, there wasn't enough room in their heads for anything else besides a few meger thoughts.
Harry chuckled to himself as Ron eyed him curiously.
"What's got you smiling?", Ron asked.
"I just thought of Dudley in a tutu", Harry replied, deciding to lighten the mood.
Ron shuddered. "First all this stuff, and now you have to give me the mental image of a fat blonde pig wearing a tight little tutu. Thanks a lot, Harry. Good mate you are."
Harry laughed as Ron couldn't hide the smirk on his face.
The afternoon went by fast as anything. Many games of chess were played, mostly by Ron, who had started sort of a tournament. The point of this tournament was to beat everyone in the common room. Nearing the end of his game against Ginny, Harry dismissed himself to go outside. Hermione insisted on coming with him, for "company", which Harry knew meant for protection, but Harry demanded that he wanted to be alone just for a little while to think things over. He quickly rushed on his winter cloak and a pair of mittens and made his way outside. The sky had darkened and was now filled with dark clouds that looked to be promising rain very soon.
Taking in a deep breath Harry let go of all thoughts. Of course, this moment of vunerability seemed too good of a chance for Draco Malfoy to pass by.
"Out without your twins, are you Potter?"
Harry quickly whirled around to see the blonde boy standing behind him with a very smug look on his face. He noticed that Malfoy was not being tailed by his two gargoyles, and quickly came to the conclusion that they must be raiding the kitchen.
"Where are your brains, Malfoy? Off raping house elfs?"
Malfoy sneered and narrowed his eyes. "I'd expect you'd know what that's like, as I bet no girl alive would want to touch you."
Harry laughed deep in his throat. "Actually, I'm famous. It's not really a problem."
"Of course. Harry Potter, always milking in on his fame. Is that the line you use to pick up women? 'Hi, I'm Harry Potter and I defeated Voldemort as a baby. Do you want to do it?'"
"I'm not nearly as low as you, Malfoy. I'd expect you've tried that line, but the women slap you as soon as they've figured out you have no scar and have blonde hair instead of brown."
"Actually, they just throw themselves at me. I should really carry around a shield because just the other week your two little Gryffindors threw themselves right at my feet. Quite embarassing for me, really. A mudblood and a-"
Before Malfoy could finish, Harry had lunged his hands at Malfoy's throat and knocked him to the ground. His hands tightened and squeezed before Malfoy could even react to try to get out his wand or push Harry off of him.
"Don't-you-ever-talk-like-that-about-them-again!" Harry yelled, bashing Malfoy's head into the ground with each word spoken.
"Mobiliarbus!" Malfoy choaked out.
Harry flew two feet into the air before crashing back down onto the hard ground. He raised his head to meet Malfoy's wand.
"Go ahead, Malfoy. Use one of the unforgivable curses, get yourself thrown in Azkaban. But I expect that'll happen much sooner. I bet you and your Death Eater of a father had something to do with Dumbledore being kidnapped", Harry spat out, not taking his eyes away from Malfoy's.
Malfoy was standing very stifly. His eyes sharpened in malice. "Get myself thrown in Azkaban, over you? You only wish, Potter." He took a small step back and lowered his wand, allowing Harry to get to his feet. Malfoy lowered his voice as he spoke. "I had nothing to do with Dumbledore disappearing. I'm not so sure about my father, but don't you dare try to pin this on me. I have enough people trying to do that."
"Because you or your miserable father had something to do with it", Harry seethed.
"How dare you-"
"STOP!", a loud voice yelled. "Stop right there!"
Both Harry and Draco turned their heads abruptely to see three masked men moving towards them in a rush. Harry noticed immediately the wands in their outstretched hands and the glints of anger in their eyes. They came to a stop and surrounded the two boys.
"Draco Malfoy", one spoke harshly, "You are under arrest for conspiring along side of the Dark Lord to kidnap Albus Dumbledore".