Harry stumbled around, as if he were blind. Which, as it is, he pretty much was. He had lost his contacts. In an abandoned house. Not good.
Draco suddenly tripped over a chair, and he fell over. "Ugh, bloody chair…" the blonde boy grumbled. "Hurry up, Potter! We have to get to Hogwarts… like, now!"
"Do you think I planned to lose my sight?" Harry snapped. There was a startled yelp from behind Harry.
"Found it!" Rafiki yelled. Harry turned and saw his royal friend lying on the floor, flat on his stomach. The princes' legs were on top of an upturned couch, and the boy was covered in dust.
"Are you sure? It's not a piece of glass again, is it?" Harry asked. The last time Rafiki had thought he had found it, he had actually found a sharp piece of glass. Rafiki now had a neon pink band-aid on two of the fingers on his right hand.
Harry walked over and plucked the jelly lens out of Rafiki's fingers. He put it back in his right eye. "Much better!" he said happily.
"Come on! Let's go! School! Now!" Draco shouted, storming out of the house. Harry laughed as Draco tripped over a loose stone, tumbling five or six feet.
"Somebody's in a hurry to go back to classes," Harry snorted.
They floo-ed from Diagon Ally to Hogsmeade, and then trekked to Hogwarts. Draco kept pestering Harry. The blonde wanted to know how Harry had broken his hand.
The reached the great hall in record time. Harry was fed up. "Ask me again, Malfoy, and I'm hexing you to hell and back. I don't care if my hand is broken, I'm still more powerful than you are," Harry said, his voice deadly calm. They were just inside the castle doors now. Harry could see the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. Draco whirled around.
"You have to throw that in my face, don't you? You're so bloody arrogant!" Draco bellowed. Harry smirked.
"And you're not?" he countered. Draco opened his mouth, then snapped it closed.
"GRRR! You're infuriating!" Draco growled. Harry smiled sweetly at him.
"I am not! I'm lovable and adorable," Harry thundered.
"Harry, you and the Prince of Darkness there are out to take over the world. Lovable my ass," Draco said. The blonde turned and started up the main staircase. Harry and Rafiki were left in the middle of the entrance hall, well aware that all of Hogwarts was looking at them. They looked at each other, then the retreating form of Draco.
"That's right! We're picking up where Voldemort left off," they said together. "Taking over the world, ONE RUBBER DUCKY AT A TIME!" they screamed, running after Draco, up the stairs.
They got to the headmasters office a few seconds after Draco. The other Slytherin was seated across from Dumbledore. Harry walked in with a confident stride, followed by Rafiki. Dumbledore seemed to be reading Harry's shirt. It was black, and in red letters said 'Submit. Worship. Obey.' Harry smirked at the man.
When all three were sitting, Dumbledore began speaking. "Now, as you three left my office before I could explain anything, I will tell you now. It is quite against the rules to be intoxicated on Hogwarts grounds. It results in suspension, as you may have noticed. It is rather uncommon that I am forced to suspend somebody.
"On to the terms of your return. You will be back in your common room directly after dinner, and you will not wander the halls. You have had your one chance, and that is all you get. If it happens again, you will be expelled," Dumbledore said, calmly, eyeing each one of them.
"Excellent. Can we go?" Draco asked. He was not a very patient person. Dumbledore shook his head slightly.
"Harry, as you found the traitor Pettigrew, you will be required to attend the trial, and explain how you knew the exact whereabouts of him. Now, you may go," Dumbledore said. The three boys jumped up.
"One rubber ducky at a time?" Draco asked, after the had left the headmasters office. Harry looked at the blonde, and saw that his left eyebrow was slightly raised.
"Hell yes. It's common knowledge that the ministry of magic is run by rubber ducks disguised as humans, disguised as politicians. It was all a political rouse thought up by Jermaine the Duck, way back in seventeen ninety two, as means for him to gain followers illegally without the public knowing. It worked, and now the ministers just use the Ducks because it's cheaper," Rafiki explained.
"Oh," Draco said. The boys walked in silence for a few minutes. "How do they work, then?"
"The Ducks? I told you, Drake, they're charmed to act as normal humans can. All quite simple, really," Rafiki said, an air of superiority about him. Draco huffed.
"You're yanking my chain, aren't you?" the blonde asked.
"And you took the bait: hook, line, and sinker. Mate, you're soo gullible," Harry said. Draco punched his arm, very hard, in fact.
"I am NOT gullible!" the blonde screeched.
"Bloody hell, mate! Yeh sound like a little girl!" Rafiki muttered, rubbing his ear. Draco growled and glared.
"Fuck off."
"Go to hell."
"Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt," Draco said, smiling. Rafiki grinned.
"This may just be the beginning of a VERY long friendship."
"And the beginning of seven long years of torturing teachers…" Harry said.
All three boys grinned maniacally.
