I know it's been awhile since I've last updated this, and I have no excuse, but please, forgives me and accept the peace offering of this latest chapter..?
The next day in the Potions class that we just so happened to share with the Gryffindor's, I was sitting beside Draco as usual when he took his borrowed wand from his robe and flicked it toward Ron, catching his robe on fire. Ron, being as overly dramatic as he is, began to shriek, a blood curdling scream tore from his throat as he felt the heat of the flames licking against the nape of his neck. Snape looked on, sneering for a bit, but when nobody was able to put it out he sighed and flicked his wrist, quenching the flames appetite instantly. He gave the Slytherin's a stern look, as most of us were laughing in some capacity, and announced that we should continue reading the chapter then begin to work on the day's potion as he escorted Mr. Weasley to Madame Pomfrey. The class quickly settled down once the commotion was out of sight, gracing the dungeon with silence. When Snape returned, Professor McGonagall was on his tail, a fierce scowl on her angered face as she entered the room. She quickly set about gathering the wands of all the students still in the room, revealing the last spell cast from each. When it got to be my turn, my stomach rolled in unease as I handed over my wand to the powerful witch.
McGonagall swipes around the 11 inch holly and phoenix feather wand, and out comes the spout of fire which had moments before raced after Ron and charred off the hairs on the back of his neck. The Gryffindors glared at me while many of the Slytherins just laughed some more, a few of the boys standing closer to me patted me on the back. Snape gave me a dark look, but nowhere near as scathing as the one aimed at me from Minerva. "Well, perhaps you should have a little chat with the headmaster." Her usually warm, if stern, voice is icy and hard. I was beginning to wonder if this plan of mine was even worth it, but I nod and follow her through many corridors, up and then down some of the moving staircases before finally pausing at the end of Gargoyle Corridor, leaning in toward the Griffin statue, she whispers into it, resulting in the figure springing to the side to allow us entrance to Dumbledore's office. Gesturing me forward, she speaks sternly. "Well Mister Potter, I assume you can find the rest of your way to the Headmaster's office?"
Nodding my head quickly, I nervously stutter, "Y-yes M-ma'am." She nods her head briskly before turning sharply on her heel, presumably backtracking to the dungeons. Taking a deep breath, I begin to take the seemingly unending winding stairs to the main area of the office, where Professor Dumbledore himself sat in a tall, padded wooden chair placed at a large, desk looking to be divided into three parts. There were books, scrolls, ink wells, quills, and drying splotched ink scattered across the desktop. "H-hello P-Professor Dumbled-dore..." Looking up from the book he was reading, the headmaster's crescent shaped glasses glinted with the light of the fire near Fawkes the Phoenix and natural light filtering in from the windows. Setting the dark green covered book down, he folds his hands atop the only cleared spot.
"Would you care for a sherbet lemon Harry?" He nudges forward a jar like candy dish filled with the lemon flavoured sweets.
"N-no, th-thank you P-Professor." I shake my head and he returns the dish to its mysterious origins after taking one and popping it into his mouth.
"Well then Mister Potter, I presume you know why it is you are here then?" He pushes his spectacles up a bit, covering his glistening blue gaze with the glaring glass once more.
"Y-yes sir..." I lower my head guiltily, though I know I'm not truly the one who performed the stunt.
"Well then Harry, I regret to inform you that you must be punished. You will hear by tonight what that will look like for you." He waves his hand dismissively and I stand to go, as I am about to thank him for his time, he speaks once more. "I do hope, Harry, that this will be the end of your fascination with fire, I performed such a stunt as this in my fourth year, though not on a person, and I do not wish for it to continue for that time." He then picks up the tome he had been reading and began to flip pages once more.
"Y-yes sir." With that, I turned and left the office, making my way back to the dungeons, to the potions class.
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When the day is just barely over and I am in my dorm, Draco lying beside me in my bed, discussing the day and worrying over my punishment, there is the sound of knocking coming from the large wooden door. A moment later, it is pushed slowly open to reveal my father, whose face shows him to be positively livid. "Harry. A word. Now." Gulping, I follow my father out of the Slytherin dormitory, out of the dungeons, and into the wing where the professors slept, where I slept up until a couple weeks prior to this moment. Following the taller, older, more muscular version of me without a speech impediment, I allow myself to think about what I'll be telling my parents about 'my' earlier behaviour. I hadn't even begun to come up with a good excuse or story by the time my father had pulled open the door for his and my mother's room. I enter first with my stern faced father behind me.
Once the door was shut completely my mother, who sat on their bed stood, eyes locked on me. "Harry. How could you set another student on fire? That boy's parents could bring us on trial! You're lucky your father is on good terms with the Weasly's and is able to squeeze out of any serious charges! You could have killed the boy Harry!" She speaks so quickly I couldn't get a word in if I wanted to. "Bloody hell Harry, I know you were sorted into Slytherin, but that doesn't mean you have to act like one." This comment spun me around, it had been my father who had said it, not the infuriated woman in front of me.
"If you're going to be behaving like that good for nothing Head of House of yours, I'll have no choice but to stop acknowledging you as my child!" That made me snap, I could no longer take this rant like I thought I could have.
"I-I'm not acting l-like anything b-but myself! A-and if you're go-oing to d-disown me for acting l-like a respectable p-person, s-such as P-professor Snape th-then I n-no longer c-can ackn-nowledge you as my f-f-father! I refuse to st-stand in silence, li-listening to you b-beat do-own a m-man who has n-never done a th-thing to harm y-you, J-James!" My stutter worsens as I grow flustered with anger and my voice rises. I give neither of the adults a chance to comprehend or even speak after my rant, I dash out of my room back toward the dungeons. As I enter the first cold stone corridor now considered as my home, I run face first into a chest clothed in plain black robes. My anger, now very much faded, was replaced entirely with a smile as I pull away from Professor Snape. "I-I'm sorry Pr-professor… I w-wasn't watching where I was g-going you see, and I d-didn't mean to kn-knock into you." I rub my nose and look down a bit, feeling bad for pushing the breath out of him.
He takes a moment to respond after finding air into his lungs once more. "No Harry, all's well… I was looking for you anyway." I'm a bit suprised by his cool reaction to my plowing into him, I tilt my head to the side though as I hear he was searching for me though.
"Looking for me, sir?" My now curious eyes bore into his through the layer of wire rimmed glass perched on my nose.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore has decided on the disciplinary actions for your behaviour."
I'm sorry again for how long this took me. I'M SO SORRY! But here it is again! Another chapter! I'll probably be able to get out the next one a lot sooner, so I'll talk to you then!
~Satan