It was the day I had the fight with Harry it all began. Harry entered the common room.
"How were your holidays?" He asked Dean and I.
"Good." Dean said. "Seems they were better than Seamus..." He added.
"Me mam did not want me to come back." I said glaring.
"Why not?" He asked. What a nerve he had.
"Why? Let's see...Because of you! The prophet has been saying a lot of crap about you and Dumbledore, Harry."
Harry looked at me in disbelief.
"And you actually believe them?" He asked. I looked at him, despising him greatly.
"No one was there the night Cedric Diggory died."
He scoffed. You could tell Potter was pissed."Well. I guess you should read the prophet, then, like your stupid mum. It will tell you everything you need to know, wouldn't it?"
"How dare you talk about my mother like that!" I shouted.
"I talk like that to anyone who calls me a liar!" Potter snapped back angrily.
Suddenly, Weasley, Potter's sidekick arrived.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Weasley said.
"He" I pointed towards Potter "is mad, is what's going on!"
"Do you believe that rubbish he came upvwith about You-Know-Who?" I asked Weasley.
"Yeah, I do." Weasley said calmly, which made me want to punch that got into oblivion. " Who else has got a problem with Harry?" Weasley asked. No one spoke. Suddenly Potter bolted upstairs. He should be damned.
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Before I knew, we had Defense against the dark arts. We sat, waiting for the teacher to arrive and we played around with a piece of parchment which was flying around the room like a bird.
"Good morning children." The professor said as she burnt the piece of parchment."Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations. O.W.L's Most commonly known as Owls. Study hard and you will be rewarded..." I zoned out. It seems so boring already. It was a nightmare. I realised the books were being handed out. Books?
"Professor?There is nothing here about using defensive spells." Hermione Granger said.
"Defensive spells? Spells? I can't imagine why we would need to use spells in my classroom." She said in a sweetly sick voice.
We looked at her flabbergasted. No bloody way!
Weasley had to open his mouth. "We are not going to use magic?"
"You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure risk-free way."
"What use is that? If we were to be attacked, won't it be a risk for the students?" Potter asked, as annoyed as I was.
"Students will raise hands when they speak in my class. It us the view of the ministry that a theoretical knowledge would be sufficient to get you through your examinations which after all is what school is all-"
"Then how is theories going to help to prepare us for what is out there?" Potter snapped again.
The pink ministry toad continued to speak. "There is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?"
"Oh. I don't know. Maybe Lord Voldemort." I shook my head at Potter. Seriously Potter. You-Know-Who is not back and will never come back.
Awkward silence... You could hear a quill drop.
"Now let me make this quite plain. You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large, once again. This is a lie."
"It's not a lie!" Potter shouted."I saw him! I fought him!"
"Detention, Mr. Potter!"
"So according to you Cedric Diggory dropped dead on his own accord?" Potter yelled angrily.
"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident!"
"Sounds like your birth." I muttered drily so only Dean could hear. He covered a snigger. I disagree with You-Know-Who's return but I hted this woman already. No magic? Seriously?
"It was murder! Voldemort killed him! You must know tha-"
"Enough!" The woman yelled."Enough." She said more calmly. "See me later, Mr Potter. My office" She gave a giggle and dismissed us.
