What the bloody hell is wrong with everyone?
Harry Potter is right there, just standing around, not even fighting and endangering our lives with every breath he takes. Of course you should grab him! If we give him to the Dark Lord then he'll spare us. And even he doesn't we''ll have enough time to escape. The only reward I want is the chance to live another day! Why can't you all see that? Have become so blind by- by- by this propaganda? So an old fart tell you a boy is the chosen one, shares a few lines of prophecy and you believe him? Rubbish!
No I don't give a damn about how he defeated Gridlewald and is, no was, the greatest wizard since Merlin. He's dead now so that's not doing anyone much good. I want to leave here in one piece and Potter being here, hiding like a fucking coward, is not helping me reach that goal. Everyone has heard about the first war and how ruthless the Dark Lord can be. Why bring about his end when we can easily save everyone here just by giving The-Boy-Who-Refused-to-Die up to You-Know-Who and evacuate? Not everyone has Gryffindor foolishness and wants to run into battle like a martyr.
"Thank you, Miss Parkinson. You will leave the Hall first with Mr. Filch. If the rest of your House could follow"
"Where should I take them?" McGonagall's face twisted up in the barest hint of a smirk.
"I believe the dungeons should do just fine."
McGonagall you wretched woman! Now none of us have a choice! Every other house can go and fight if they like, support the "Light" all they want. It won't make any difference for us Slytherins. We have to take the Mark now, trade our loyalty, our lives, over to that madman. Just because we won't fight and die for Potter doesn't mean we're cruel or selfish. We're still just kids! Potter was trained, prepared for war, prepared to lay down his life us. Let him.
You all look at us so coldly, all of us. We're pure too, just as pure as them, just as beautiful. You all look at us with scorn rather than love or pride because of the actions of a psychopath. We are just as good, just as strong. But you would rather stay blind, steal the very essence of our hope just to feed your own prejudices.
We were born into this life. Taught
"Pansy."Blaise whispered, squeezing her shoulder to try and comfort her. She nodded and squeezed him back.
"It was foolish of me to think anything more of them..."