Chapter Two-
The next morning, I am jerked awake by one of the boys in my dormitory, prodding me. I scramble to push my glasses onto my face and look at the stranger. The boy is dark skinned and has soft features. His eyes, a startling shade of chestnut brown. Riddle whispers to me the name of the boy. Blaise Zambini. His father was a Death Eater… I have no idea what a Death Eater is but it sounds weird.
"Evil!" James whispers, hoping Riddle won't hear.
" That's not true, dear. Not all Death Eaters are bad." Lily says. I can almost imagine them glaring at each other. Some days I can almost imagine a room that they are trapped in. I can't really put a face to the name so for now they are faceless. Riddle sighs loud enough for me to wonder if I did it a loud and by the look on Zambini's face, I probably did.
"Come on, Potter" he waves his hand in front of my face. "We don't want to be late on our first day!"
I pull myself up as Lily jolts to attention. She HATES being late for anything. I quickly pull my clothes on and fiddle with the tie for several minutes in front of the mirror before twisting it into a knot. Deciding that's good enough, much to the disgust of James and Riddle, I race through the common room with Zambini. He looks back at me and grins at my tie. wrinkly clothes, and probably my untamable hair. Before I make it to the end of the common room, a leg comes out of no where and trips me. I fly head first into the floor and my cloak flops over my head.
Immediately, Riddle and James fight for dominance in my head. I brush myself off and stand. The perpetrator stands tall, near by. His platinum hair and cloak, sleek and perfect.
"Nice of you to join us, Potter" he drawls, leaning against the wall. A flush to his cheeks from laughing at me. Rage fills me and with unusual power he slams against the wall once. The common room goes dead silent.
"You are Malfoy's boy? I expect you won't do that again then." Riddle hisses.
"Inbred Pureblood…" the insults come out of my mouth before I can stop them. My mouth drops open. And I loudly scold the two people along with Lily. The common room is slowly filling up and whispers grow into laughter.
"Good job, Potter. Put 'em in 'is place," says an older boy standing near by. "But I am going to have to let you know… don't go being a bully and be careful with what you say and to whom… I'm Marcus Flint."
"I'm Harry Potter." I say, my head spinning and throbbing from the internal struggle.
"Come now, everyone, time to goto the Great Hall!" Marcus calls. Draco gives me a dirty glare and mumbles something about his father before dashing out the door, with his two goons.
As we approach our table at the edge I can't help but glance around for Ron Weasley. He was so kind to me yesterday. I catch his eye and he glares, much to mine and Lilly's disappointment. And as a advert my eyes, I once again catch, Professor Snape's disapproving glare. It was going to be a long year.
"Come on, Harry." Blaise and Marcus are standing by some empty seats, urging me to sit witb them. I glance one more time at the staff table and rush to join my new friends.
