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Chapter 6
The days passed rapidly, Pytho had never believed that he has a brother which he hated more than Dudley, but it was still his brother, still first-year Slytherins only had Transfiguration, Defense, and Potions with Gryffindors, so they had to put up with David Potter and his pet, Weasley every day except in Potions of course, our dear Professor Snape would frightened the Gryfinndorks. One day they noticed a notice pinned up in the Slytherin common room that made them all moan. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday-Slytherin and Gryfinndorks would be learning together.
"Typical Dumbledork wanting us to play flying union with Gryfinndorks. I don't think so. Wait a minute, maybe we can play with them!" said Pytho darkly. "You know that Weasley always talking about the Quidditch, but really he is so terrible at flying, let us, Slytherins, show them, Gryfinndorks, who is the best flyer of the first year in school," said Draco, staring at the notice.
At three-twenty on Thursday afternoon, Slytherins arrived early for their first lesson; found the twenty brooms lying on the ground. It was clear and breezy day as the grass waved under their feet as they arrived at the smooth, flat lawn where the forbidden forest lay opposite of them. They had waited for Gryfinndorks and their teacher arrived.
The Gryfinndorks finally arrived at three-thirty.
The Professor Hooch arrived. She had short grey hair and yellow eyes like an animal, hawk.
"Well, everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Pytho take a quick look at his broom. It was fairly new, but it has some twigs out at the angles.
"Stick out your right hand over the broom and say 'Up!'" called Madam Hooch at the front door.
"UP!" everyone shouted.
Pytho's broom jumped into his at once, but it was one of many that did. Draco's, Theodore's, Blasie's, Pansy's, Millicent's brooms jumped up into their hands. But Weasley's and David's broom simply rolled over the ground. Pytho noticed them, and nudged Draco and stared at them and sniggered.
Madam Hooch showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end of broom, and walked up and down the rows to correct their grips. Pytho and Draco were delighted when she told Weasley and Potter they had been doing it wrong for years or rather for Potter weeks.
"Now when I blow my whistle, you kick off the ground hard, keep your brooms steady, rise few feet, and come back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle-three-two-"
But Longbottom was nervous and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back, Mr. Longbottom!" she shouted, but Longbottom was rising up like a cork out of a bottle. Pytho saw his scared white face look down at the ground and saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom.
WHAM-a thud and very horrible crack and Longbottom lays face-down on the grass in a heap.
Madam Hooch was bending over Longbottom; her face was white as Longbottom.
"Broken wrist, Come on, Mr. Longbottom- up you get," Pytho heard her mumbling.
She turned to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or else. Come on dear."
Longbottom clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch who had her arm around him.
No sooner they were out of earshot than Pytho burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face, the great crybaby?"
His allies joined in.
"Shut up, Potter," snapped Parvati Patil.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom? Never thought you would like that fat little crybabies, Parvati" said Draco.
"Look!" said Pytho darting forward and snatch something out of the grass. "It's stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
The Remembrall ball glittered in the sun as he held it up.
"Give it back, Potter," said David quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch.
Pytho smiled maliciously.
"I think I'll leave somewhere for Longbottom to find what about up a tree?"
"Give it here!" David yelled, but Pytho and Draco jumped onto their brooms and taken off. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak, Pytho and Draco threw the ball at each other for five-ten minutes.
Draco accidently dropped the ball then it rose then streaked down. Pytho leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down-next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball-wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching-he stretched out his hand and caught it a foot from the ground, just in time to pull his broom straight and toppled gently onto the grass with the ball clutched safely in his fist. Draco was behind him when he land.
"HARRY POTTER! DRACO MALFOY!"
His heart sank faster than he'd dived. Professor Snape was running toward them. He got to his feet, trembling.
"Never in my time at Hogwarts-"
Professor Snape was almost speechless with shock, and his black eyes flashed furiously. "How dare you-could break your neck-What about-"
"It is their fault, Professor Snape."
"Twenty points from Gryffindor. Mr. Potter-"
"But Potter and Malfoy-"
"Twenty points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley. Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, follow me, now"
Pytho and Draco caught sight of Potter, Weasley, and Gryfinndork's triumphant faces as they left, walking numbly behind Professor Snape as he strode toward the castle. He just knew that he would be expelled. Professor Snape was sweeping along without looking at him; he had to jogging to keep up with him. Professor Snape stopped outside a classroom. He opened the door and poked his head inside.
"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Flint for a minute?"
Flint turned out to be a person; a troll-blooded fifth-year boy came out of Flitwick's class looking confused.
"Follow me, you two or get detention," said Professor Snape, and they marched up the corridor, Flint sneered at Pytho and Draco.
"In here."
Professor Snape pointed them into a classroom that was empty except for Peeves, who was busy writing rude words on the blackboard.
"Out, Peeves or I will get Bloody Baron to kick you out!" he yelled. Peeves threw the chalk into a bin, which clanged loudly, and he dived out cursing. Professor Snape slammed the door and turned to face the three boys.
"Harry and Draco, this is Marcus Flint. I have found you a Seeker and Chaser for your team."
Flint's expression changed confused to delightful.
"Are you serious, Professor?"
"Absolutely," said Professor Snape. "Harry and Draco were a natural. I've never seen anything like it. Was that first time on a broomstick, Harry?"
Pytho nodded silently.
"Harry caught this ball in his hand after a fifty foot dive, he didn't get himself scratch. Draco is excellent as a chaser," Professor Snape told Flint.
Flint was looking as though all of his dreams had come true at once.
"Ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter?" he asked excitingly.
"No," said Pytho.
"Flint's captain of the Slytherin team," Professor Snape explained.
"They have the build for a Seeker and Chaser too," said Flint, walking around Pytho and Draco and stared at them.
"Light-speedy-we'll have to get them a decent broom, Professor, I would say maybe Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven."
"Done and I shall speak with Professor Dumbledore and see if we can bend the first year rule. We really need a better team this year or detention for you all."
Professor Snape glared sternly over his black eyes at Pytho and Draco.
"You're joking. Whew, I thought that Professor Snape expelled you for diving after that stupid ball, Harry and for accidently dropped Longbottom's ball."
It was dinnertime. Pytho and Draco had just finished telling Blasie what had happened when he'd left the grounds with Professor Snape.
Blasie had a piece of steak and kidney pie halfway to his mouth, but he'd forgotten about it.
"Seekers and Chasers? But first years never-you must be the youngest Slytherin players in about-"
"A century, Flint told me about it," said Pytho shoveling pie into his mouth. He felt so hungry after the excitement of the afternoon.
Blaise was so astonished, so awed; he just sat and gazed at Pytho.
"We are starting training next week, don't tell anyone except my master, okay, Flint want this secret," said Pytho.
Wanda and Emma Wood were older Slytherins; rivals with Fred and George Weasley in everything included with jokes; now came into the hall, spotted Pytho, and hurried over.
"Well done. Worthy of a true Slytherin, Flint told us. We're on the team too-Beaters. Of course, everyone knows that we are rivals with Weasley twins," said Emma in a low voice.
"I tell you, that we will keep this Quidditch cup for sure this year. You two must be very skilled with Quidditch, Potter and Malfoy, Flint was almost jumping around when he told us about you two," said Wanda.
"Anyway, we've got to go, we just saw Weasley Twins playing pranks on the third year Slytherins. See you."
Emma and Wanda had hardly left when someone far less welcome turned up: David Potter flanked by Weasley and Longbottom.
"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to our dear relatives?"
"You are a lot braver when you were in the air. And you have your geeky friends back together with you, hey, what about the duel? You and me-a wizard duel? Tonight-midnight? Wands only- no contacts, what's matter? Never heard about this duel before?" mocked Pytho. There was nothing about Weasley and Longbottom, as the High Table was full of teachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowled.
"Of course he was," said Weasley, wheeling around. "I'm his second, who's you-"
"Draco is my second; we will meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked." Pytho glared at dumb Potter and stupid Weasley and Longbottom without glancing at Draco.
When Potter and his stupid friends had gone, Draco and Pytho looked at each other.
"Sorry about it, but I will tell Professor Snape or Filch about troublemakers tonight, that I caused them trouble. Stupid Potter, Weasley, and Longbottom."
After dinnertime, Pytho and Draco went to their head of the house, and told him what happened.
"Professor Snape, I have something to tell you," said Pytho. At Professor's nodded, "Potter, and his sidekicks, Weasley and Longbottom came to me and mocked me about the last meal. Then I and Draco challenged Potter and Weasley to a Wizard duel in the trophy room at midnight. Of course, I want them to get out of their dorm then get themselves in trouble or expelled. Beside I want you to tell Filch about couple or more students would leave their common room."
Professor Snape nodded, "Of course. Worthy of a true Slytherin."
Pytho smirked, "Of course. Remember my own master trained me for this world."
That night, Pytho and his allies were waiting for Professor Snape in the Slytherin common room.
"Harry, why we are waiting for Professor Snape and Professor Qurriell?" Pansy said quietly.
"P-Harry want to say something about him," said Draco.
"Oh-hey, Professor Snape and Professor Qurriell is here," said Daphne Greengrass.
"Okay, I have a parchment to sign to keep the secret. Nobody will get it, not even Veritaserum would get it out," said Professor Snape.
Pytho and Draco signed their names immediately. Pansy was next and signed, Theodore signed too, Blaise signed too, Daphne hesitated, then signed, Millicent hesitated, then signed.
"Okay everyone except Draco, Professor Snape, and Professor Qurriell, they already know about my secret. My real name is Harry Potter but my name will be Pytho when my mentor will rise again hopefully this year. My teacher was Lord Voldemort. He's a ghost, and has been my mentor since I was 9. He's the one that taught me Occlumency, and how to do Legilimency. And he is currently possessing Professor Qurriel."
Thump, Thump, Thump- Daphne, Theodore, and Millicent fainted and laid on the cold stone floor. "Wimps," said Pytho and Draco sniggered.
"Anyway, did anyone go out of the common room?" said Pytho.
"Yes, Potter and Weasley and Longbottom did go out of the common room, Filch caught them in third corridor where the stone are…Dumbledork said that they would be punished for that sneaking around," Professor Snape told everyone quietly.
"What!! How dare of him punished them for slipping around at night. I want Potter, Weasley, and Longbottom expelled," yelled Pytho, his green eyes glowing emerald, and his magic cracking around the Slytherin common room, waking those who fainted. Everyone stood behind Professor Snape and Professor Qurriell in fear except Draco went to Pytho.
Draco managed to calm Pytho down.
"Pytho. Calm down; please don't hurt anyone at least not yet. I promise you that they all will get revenge, my Pytho," said Draco, his grey eyes glowing sliver.
Pytho managed to calm down. "Thank you, my dragon."
Everyone was gasped at them even Voldemort was gasping at them too.
"You know what-this display kind of reminds me of the prophecy about emerald eyed boy and sliver eyed boy will joined together and will defeat everything everyone would threw at them. I am not sure what it is mean, but I think I do now. Do you want to hear it?" said Voldemort.
"Yes, please do that," said Pytho.
"The one with the emerald eyes to conquer the leader approaches... Born to those who has the light mark of the leader, born as the end of seventh month... the one with the sliver eyes to conquer the leader approaches… Born to those who has the dark mark of the lord, born as the fifth of sixth month…and the leader and lord shall mark them as their equal... and emerald and sliver will joined and defeat… and will be loved by everyone forever..."
"That is so bloody awesome!" said Pansy, Daphne, Theodore, Blaise, and Millicent in union. "Really, that is interesting," said Pytho and Draco in union.
Professor Snape said "Well, it is bloody interesting prophecy. But I think we need to go sleep for more discussing on Saturday. Thanks Merlin for tomorrow is Friday."
Pytho glanced at Draco, and then snapped at his allies, "Professor Snape is right. We all need some beauty sleep unlike David Potter, Weasley, and Longbottom do."
They all burst laughing.
They left one by one until Pytho, Draco, Snape and Voldemort were left behind in common room.
"Master and Professor Snape, good night. I shall see you tomorrow morning," said Pytho.
"Lord Voldemort and Professor Snape, good night. I shall see you tomorrow morning," said Draco.
They left the common room to sleep in their own beds.
David and Weasley couldn't believe Harry and Draco weren't there in the trophy room. They were caught in third corridor during running away from Filch by Professor Snape.
They now scowled at them. Pytho and Draco were sneering at them when the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual in morning; everyone's attention was caught by the two long, thin packages carried by twelve screech owls. Pytho and Draco was smirking at everyone when twelve screech owls came to Pytho and Draco, dropped the two packages in front of them, knocking their breakfast plates to the floor. They had hardly left when another owl dropped the letter on the top of the parcel.
Pytho and Draco opened the letter first which is very lucky because it said:
DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.
It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everyone know that you are the seeker and chaser. Marcus Flint will meet you tonight on Qudditch field at 7 o'clock for your first training session.
Professor Snape
Pytho and Draco had difficulty hiding his excitement as he handed the note to Blasie to read.
"A Nimbus Two Thousand! Whoa! Potter, Weasley, and everyone will be so jealous of you." Blasie sniggered.
They left the hall quickly, wanting to put the broomsticks in their room in private before the first class starts, but halfway across the entrance hall they found the way barred by Potter, Weasley, and Longbottom. Potter seized the packages from Pytho and Draco and felt them.
"That's broomsticks, you will be in for it this time, Potter and Malfoy, first year aren't allowed them," he said, throwing it back to Pytho and Draco with mixture of jealousy and spite on his face.
Draco couldn't resist it. "It's not any old broomstick; it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Weasley, Comet Two Sixty? Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus." Draco grinned at Pytho.
"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford it half the handle, I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig." Pytho grinned back to Draco.
Before Weasley could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Potter's elbow.
"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" he squeaked.
"Potter and Malfoy have been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Potter quickly.
"Yes, that's right; Professor Snape told me all about the special circumstances, Potter and Malfoy. And what model is it?"
"It is Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," said Pytho, fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Potter's face. "And it's really thanks to Longbottom and Potter here that we've got it," he added.
Pytho and Draco headed upstairs, smothering their laughter at Potter's obvious rage and confusion.
"Well, it is true," Pytho sniggered as they reach the door of Slytherin's common room, "If Longbottom and Potter stayed on the ground for while, and I wouldn't be on the team…"
Pytho and Draco had a lot trouble keeping their mind on the lessons that day. It kept wandering up to the dormitory where their new broomsticks was lying in his trunk or straying off to the Qudditch field where the tryout will be that night. Pytho and Draco devoured their dinner that evening without noticing what they were eating, then hurried upstairs and both quickly unwrapping their packages and showed the Nimbus Two Thousand at last.
"Wow!" Pytho sighed, as the broomsticks rolled onto Pytho's comforter. It looked wonderful. Sleek and shiny, with mahogany handle, they had a long tail of neat, straight twigs and Nimbus Two Thousand written in gold near the top.
As seven o'clock drew nearer, Pytho and Draco left the castle and set off in the dusk toward Qudditch field. They'd never been inside of the stadium before. Hundreds of seats were raised in stands around the field so that the spectators were high enough to see what was going on. At either of the field were three golden poles with hoops on the end.
They reminded Pytho of the little plastic sticks Muggles children blew bubbles through, except that they were fifty feet high."
Too eager to fly again to wait for Flint, Pytho and Draco mounted their broomsticks and kicked off the ground. What a feeling to fly in the dark night-they swooped in and out of the goal posts and sped up and down. The Nimbus Two Thousand turned wherever they want at his lightest touch.
"Hey, Potter and Malfoy, come down!"
Marcus Flint had arrived. He was carrying a large wooden crate under his arm. Pytho and Draco landed next to him each side.
"Very nice, I could see what Snape meant…you both really are a natural. I'm just going to teach you both the rules this evening, and then you both will be joining team practice three times a week."
He opened the crate. Inside were four different-sized balls.
"Right, Qudditch is easy to understand, even if it's not too easy to play. There were seven players on each side. Three of them are called Chasers, which would be you, Draco."
"Three Chasers," Pytho and Draco repeated, as Flint took out a bright red ball about the size of a soccer ball.
"This is Quaffle; the chasers throw the quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Follow me?"
"The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score 10 points." Pytho and Draco recited.
"Now there is another player on each side who called the Keeper and I have to fly around our hoops and stop or steal the ball from the other team from scoring."
"Three chasers, one keeper," said Pytho and Draco, who was cunning enough to know about Qudditch. "They play with the Quaffle. Okay, but what are they for?" he pointed at the three balls left inside the box.
"I'll show you right now, here, take this bat."
He handed Pytho and Draco a small club, a bit like a shortened baseball bat.
"This is the Bludgers will do," Flint said. "These two are the Bludgers."
He showed Pytho two identical balls, jet black and little smaller than the red Quaffle. Pytho noticed that they seemed to be straining to escape the straps holding them inside the box.
Flint bent down and freed one of the Bludgers without warning.
At once, the black ball raised high in the hair and then pelted straight at Pytho's face. Pytho swung at it with the bat to stop it from breaking his nose, and sent it zigzagging away into the air- it zoomed around their head and then shot at Draco who swung at it with the bat to stop it from breaking his face, and sent it zigzagging away into the air-it zoomed around their head and then shot at Flint, who waited for it, then grabbed it, and forced the struggling Bludger back into the crate and strapping it down safely.
"The Bludgers rocket around, trying to knock players off their brooms. That why you have two Beaters on each team- the Wood twins are ours-it's their job to protect their side from the Bludgers and tried to knock them toward the other team. Any questions about Bludgers or Beaters? Answer me now!?"
"No sir, okay, I am with it." Pytho and Draco answering quickly.
"Good," said Flint.
"Now, the last member of the team is the Seeker. That's you, Potter."
Flint reached into the crate and took out the fourth and last ball. Compared to Quaffle and the Bludgers, it is very tiny, about the size of a golf ball. It was bright gold and had little fluttering silver wings.
"This is the Golden Snitch, and it is the most important ball of all. It is very hard to catch because it is very fast and difficult to see. It's the Seekers' job to catch it. You have to weave in and out of the Chasers, Beaters, Bludgers, and Quaffle to get it before the other team's Seeker, because it is worth an extra hundred and fifty points, so they always win. A game only ends when the Snitch is caught, so it can go on for ages- the record is three months, they had to keep bringing on substitutes so the players could get some sleep."
Flint 'accidently' release the golden snitch. Pytho jumped on the broom and kick off into the air. Few minutes later, Pytho caught the golden snitch. Draco and Flint were very shocked, and very delighted that Pytho caught in the shortest record ever. "Potter, my Merlin, oh my Merlin, you caught it in one minute in the dark. Here Malfoy, you try to catch it." Pytho released the snitch. Two minutes later, Draco caught it. "Fine, if Potter is sick, which you both better be not sick in every game, you will be reserved Seeker, until that happens, you will be Chaser."
"That Qudditch cup'll have our name on it this year," said Flint, his eyes shining, thinking about the cup as they trekked back up to the castle.
Perhaps it was because he was so busy with Quidditch practice three nights a week on top of all his homework, but Pytho could hardly believe it when he realized that he already has been at Hogwarts two months. The castle felt more like home than Privet Drive ever had unlike David. His lessons were very interesting now they had mastered the basics.
On Halloween morning they woke to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors. Even better, Professor Flitwick announced in Charms that he thought they were ready to start making the objects fly, something they had all dying to try since they all seen him make Longbottom's toad zoom around the classroom. Professor Flitwick put the class into pairs to practice. Pytho's partner was Draco Malfoy. They smirked to each other when they got chosen. Blaise's partner was Theodore. They smirked when they heard their names. David's partner was Longbottom. Pytho and Draco sniggered when they heard about Potter and Longbottom's names. Weasley's partner was Daphne. It was hard to tell whether Weasley or Daphne were angrier about this.
"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books of usual. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too-never forget Wizard Baruffio, who say's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."
It was very easy with Draco as his partner. They worked perfectly together. Pytho and Draco swished and flicked, "Wingardium Leviosa," they sent each other's feathers up in the air.
"Oh, well done! Everyone see here, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy have done it together. Twenty point to Slytherins each."
David and Weasley were in a very bad mood by the end of the class.
Pytho and Draco pushed their way into the crowded corridor when they overheard the communication between Weasley and David. "It's torture that I am stuck with Greengrass. She is a nightmare, honestly. She must notice she's got no friends."
Someone knocked into Pytho as they hurried past him. It was Daphne Greengrass. Pytho caught a glimpse of her face-and was startled to see that she was in tears and mad at Weasley for being mean at her.
"You are stupid, asshole, bastard, Weasley. You go to her and say sorry to her."
"No!" said Weasley.
"Alright, you have three opinions to chose. Number one is to go to her and said sorry now. Number two is get beaten up by me and Draco. Number three is get expelled."
"Alright, I chose number…one! You are bastard."
"Alright, you can go to see her. You have the worse comeback than Potter and Dudley ever had."
Daphne turned up for the last class with Weasley which was double potion with Gryfinndorks. After that class finished, Daphne gave Pytho a hug and whisper in his ear, "Thanks." But Draco felt something going haywires when he sees Daphne hugged and whispered in Pytho's ear. He started to have crush on Pytho.
They all went to the Great Hall.
A thousand of real bats flapped from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooping over the table in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start of term banquet.
Pytho was just helping himself to a baked potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared at him except Pytho, Draco, and Snape just helping themselves with their dinner, smirking secretly as Professor Quirrell reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll-in the dungeons-thought you ought to know."
The hall was in a chaos, as students screamed their heads off. Dumbledore stood up and let off a series of loud bangs from his wand.
"Prefects, lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately. Teachers, follow me to the dungeon." Dumbledore growled.
Professor Qurriell and Snape caught a few shouts of protest from the Slytherin table over the chaos, and they agreed with what they were saying.
"Has he forgotten that OUR dormitories are in the dungeons?" Pansy exclaimed furiously to Draco and Pytho. The two boys smirking either are having an answer for her. At that point Elizabeth stood up.
"Right everyone, in view of the danger is near our common room; we are going for the library. We'll wait there till the danger is past and then we'll head downstairs." The Slytherins nodded and followed her.
They were two corridors away from safety when there was a terrible smell from in front of them. The older students swiftly placed themselves in front of the younger students wands out and ready to defend their younger housemates. Slytherins did have loyalty to their House as one of the characteristics.
Pytho peered around Elizabeth, when they all stopped. He heard slow footsteps and scraping sounds, and then a large form came into view, dragging a huge club. The troll stopped and looked round, its little eyes focusing on the group of students in front of it. Its brain took a few minutes to process the fact that it had a group of foes to confront, during that time; the prefects had been ordering the rest of the House to back up away from the huge troll.
The troll roared and charged, swinging its club and sending the front row of students flying. The seventh year prefects hit the wall with loud thuds, sliding down and lying still. The slight rise and fall of their chests told Pytho that they were alive, only knocked comatose. The back row of younger students scattered, flying back the safety of the Slytherin common room. The rest of Slytherin house seriously considered following them. The only thing blocking that route was the troll was now between them and their common room.
Elizabeth and the other senior students left, which was about half of the sixth years, as the seventh year Prefects were still comatose and the rest of the senior students had fled with the younger ones to keep them as calm as possible, huddled round the seven junior students left, which were Draco, Pytho, Pansy, Theodore, Blasie, Daphne, and Millicent.
"Stunning spells at the ready" Elizabeth hissed to the seniors, before saying to the seven first years, "Try it if you like, incantation is Stupefy. Don't worry if you don't get results, it's a fourth year spell."
The troll had turned round and was lining up for another attack. As the club swung down at them, they scattered to either side. It was bad luck that all the sixth years were on one side, while Emma, Draco, Daphne, Pansy, Theodore, Blasie, Millicent, and Pytho were on the other. The sixth years looked at Elizabeth, who hissed, "Go!" at them. The sixth years raised their wands, and yelled "Stupefy!" as the troll stopped, wondering where its prey had gone. Their spells combined with Emma's and the seven first years, producing a hail of red light. Draco, Daphne, Pansy, Theodore, Blaise, Millicent, and Pytho had weaker spells as they hadn't learnt it yet, but they did get a jet of red light. The troll looked like dazed for few minutes, then fell down. "Is it stunned?" said Millicent. Elizabeth walked slowly to the fallen troll. "Yup, it is stunned." They made their way down the corridor, levitated the seventh years students behind them. Just at the entrance to the corridor, they met the staff, with Snape and McGonagall in the lead.
Walking up to it, Snape looked down at it and then cast a cutting curse at its throat. It took several, full strength curses to do the job but eventually the thick skin was cut and the troll died.
Snape walked to them. In a gentle tone of voice he enquired, "Is everyone alright?" Receiving shaky nods from the rest of alert students, he nodded back and then took charge of the two comatose seventh years, floating them rapidly to the infirmary. Once he'd delivered them into Madam Pomfrey's capable hands, he returned to the Slytherin common room, where he found the students busy tucking into the remainder of the feast, namely dessert. Pytho and Draco were sitting apart of them.
Snape walked to them and putted his hand on their shoulder. Pytho and Draco startled, when they felt somebody's hand on their shoulder.
Snape said, "Are you alright?"
Pytho said, "Remember the prophecy about two month ago. We never did discussing about it. I think I am Emerald eyed chosen one. Draco think he is the Sliver eyed chosen one. Because I was glowing green and Draco was glowing sliver."
(Flashback)
Draco glowing sliver and Pytho glowing green when they said "Stupefy." The red light became stronger among the others. They felt draining of the magic, and wobbled after the display of the magic, struggled to stand and successful to stand on their own. They walked away with their allies and the elder students.
(Flashback Ends)
Snape nodded, when he heard the glowing story. Snape said "Well, I think we need more evidence about this prophecy before we can jump in the end." "Yes. I guess you are right. But I can't feel that something is going to be wrong," Draco said. Snape smirked and patted their shoulders before steering them over to the food, where Pansy and Millicent promptly shoved a bowl of trifle and chocolate cake at them. As the party swirled round him, Pytho resolved to ask his master to help him to research about this prophecy and get his master's life back. For now though, he relaxed and allowed the stress of the near death experience to bleed away as he focused on being a normal 11 year old wizard.
Quirrell was pacing around in his office, wondering how he was supposed to get the Philosopher's Stone when a bloody 3 headed dog was guarding the entrance to the trap door that he need to go there.
Dumbledore was pacing in his office too though his thoughts were turned more to the brush with death that Pytho had experienced. His eyes turned to the invisibility cloak hanging on a peg in his office; he would need to give that to David soon. He feels happy about it going to David, yes the cloak was James' but David was not in the Slytherin unlike Harry Potter. He felt something was not right with Harry.
I'll decide about it later, right now I'm just happy that everyone's alive thought the old wizard as he readied himself for bed. As the inhabitants of the castle settled down for sleep, the Mirror of Erised waited down below the castle, the Philosopher's Stone safe within it.
AN: Well it is very long chapter… but I really hope that sixth chapter makes you happy. The next chapter will be about Pytho and Draco goes to under Hogwarts to get the stone and found something startling about them and the prophecy. Just read the next chapter. See you in next chapter. Oh my god! I got almost four thousand of hits for Betrayal of Light! Oh yea… please Review, please!!