A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, and reading my story I really appreciate it. Now here is Chapter Seven hope you guys enjoy it. By the way, the Harry Potter time lines in my fic will start to change soon.

Disclaimer: If I owned HP, Harry would have been sorted into Slytherin but alas it all belongs to JK.

Chapter Seven: Dolorem Ipsum

Vela Volans Vulpecula certainly wasn't a social butterfly, he was everything but. Although, he didn't have friends he did have acquaintances. Vela's companions would always be intelligent, rich, with powerful blood lines or observant. Vela would never have a companion who was dull, stupid, incompetent and he would certainly not be seen with children with foolish and idiotic behavior, or children with absolutely no manners what so ever.

Vela avoided the idiots, although on some occasions, well really just one he was seen with Ronald Weasley, Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom. How would this certain event come to be? Now that is a rather good question, he wasn't meant to be caught by his head of house. But truly, he was trying to get the idiots in trouble. Yes, though things did not go to planned and that can be said and confirmed.

Dean Thomas and Ronald Weasley pushed past the people in the school corridors, both of them were certainly very excited for their first lesson of quidditch.

" Quidditch, only problem is Malfoy's going to be there" spat Thomas, as they headed towards there class.

" I bet all the stuff Malfoy has been saying is all talk" Said Weasley reasonably.

Draco Malfoy had always loved to brag about his certain skills at quidditch, such as flying so high, and narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters. Malfoy wasn't the only one in the school who had flown on a broom, Ronald Weasley and according to the rumors Seamus Finnigan. Dean was rather worried about flying, for he had never done so ever before. Ron had informed Dean what Quidditch was and Thomas immediately thought of soccer, which later did end up to be a rather big disagreement. Earlier Ron had tried very hard to get the players in Dean's soccer poster to move, when Dean had to tell Ron they wouldn't move due to it being a muggle poster. Neville had also never been on a broomstick in his life, because his grandmother had never let him near one. Privately, Dean and Ron discussed why Neville had never been allowed one. They both thought it was a rather good idea on his Grandmothers part.

A barn owl that very morning had brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a small glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

" It's a Remembrall!" he explained. " Gran knows I forget things- this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red-oh..." His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet. Dean snickered into his hand, and then tried to focus on his breakfast.

" You've forgotten something..." Informed Ron, while Dean looked at Ron pointedly.

Neville tried to remember what he had forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand. Ron and Dean immediately jumped to their feet. Ron Weasleys face was starting to turn a slightly odd colour of pink, while Dean just clenched his fists trying to defend Neville. Before the two Gryffindors could do anything Professor McGonagall had made her way over.

" What's going on?"

Vela noticed the situation and snarled in dislike at Malfoy, if he wanted to cause trouble then he should do it in private. Vela walked towards them and stopped at Malfoy, staring coldly at him.

" Leave the two immature babies to their own devices, i thought you were better than them. Don't disappoint me again!" Hissed Vela, as he spun in the opposite direction back towards the Slytherin table.

" Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."

Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.

' Just looking' he muttered, he then left the Gryffindor table with Crabbe and Goyle following him.

At three-thirty that afternoon, Vela was waiting outside for flying lessons. It was a clear day, the sky as blue as can be, not a cloud in a sight. Vela had arrived early with the rest of the Slytherins, finally he noticed that the Gryffindors had started to show up. Their teacher Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, grey hair and yellow eyes like a hawk.

' Well, what are you all waiting for?' she barked. ' Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up.'

Vela like the rest of the students glanced at their brooms, but unlike the rest he glared at it in dislike. He was expected to ride that, he scowled in immense displeasure. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.

' Stick out your right hand over your broom' called Madam Hooch at the front ' and say, UP!'

' UP' everyone shouted, unlike the rest Vela whispered in a low enchanting voice. Vela's broom had flown straight into his hand, he smirked at least it followed his orders. Ronald Weasley's had just rolled around on the ground, much to the boys dislike. However, to Vela's amusement Neville Longbottom's broom hadn't moved at all. Vela frowned. The Longbottom boy was really to pathetic for his liking. Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows of students, correcting their grips.

' Now when i blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard' said Madam Hooch.' Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning forwards slightly. On my whistle- three- two-' The Longbottom boy, must have been nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.

' Come back boy!' she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up and nothing was stopping him, his broom spun around and twisted slightly as he kept going higher and higher. Vela saw his pale face look down at the ground falling away, Vela sneered as Longbottom gasped, slip sideways of the broom and- WHAM- a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay, face down, on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher and then proceeded to drift lazily towards the forbidden forest and out of sight. Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his. He scoffed, what was the point of this class anyway? When they were out of sight Malfoy burst into laughter.

' Did you see his face, the great lump?'

The other Slytherins joined in, Vela didn't not finding being stuck outside with the childish young Malfoy any fun at all. Yes, it was fun watching Neville suffer in pain but he found no laughter from the sight. He preferred not to act so.. childish.

' Shut up, Malfoy' snapped Parvati Patil.

' Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?' said Pansy Parkinson, an annoying chit that was in most of Vela's classes. ' Never thought you'd like fat little cry babies, Parvati'.

' Look! said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. ' It's that stupid thing Longbottoms gran sent him'

The Remembrall glittered in the sunlight, like a bright red ruby catching the attention of all eyes.

' Give that here, Malfoy' said the youngest Weasley child at Hogwarts, everyone stopped talking to watch.

' I think i'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect- how about up a tree?' Malfoy smiled nastily, Vela's eyes turned icy cold.

' Give it here, Malfoy' Vela then twirled his wand in his hand, then narrowing his eyes on the Malfoy heir. ' Or would you like to see some of the lovely curses i have found?' Malfoy froze looking into his cold green eyes, the color of the killing curse. The Remembrall was rather nice, he wouldn't mind having it himself, Vela's eyes shone with greed. But before Vela could react Malfoy had already has leapt onto his broomstick and taken off, Vela hissed in barely concealed fury. Oh yes, Malfoy your going to regret this!

' Come and get it, Volans!' Vela didn't move, he just glared up at Malfoy. Ronald Weasley barged past him, clenching tightly onto his broom. Much to Vela's displeasure, trying to be a heroic hero of the day. Vela scoffed, what an idiot. Weasley mounted his broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up, up he went. Weasley was slightly shaking, although his pathetic friends cheered him on. Weasley pulled his broomstick up a little to take it higher Vela heard screams from the girls near him and an admiring whoop from his friend Thomas. When Weasley was finally up to the same level as Malfoy, the ginger sneered at the blonde.

' Give it here, or i'll knock you off that broom' Malfoy then scoffed, ' Oh yeah?' scowled Malfoy, challenging the Gryffindor.

' Catch it if you can then!' Malfoy shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back down towards the ground. Vela saw it coming his way, and his green eyes shone in greedy want. Vela saw the Weasley boy racing towards it with a fast speed, Ronald stretched out his hand ready to catch it. Vela subtly flicked his hand, Weasley shot of his broom while his elbow smashed on the castles stone wall. His friends gasped and ran over to him, Vela sneakily shoved the glowing ball and put it in his pocket. Now, i just have to deal with Malfoy thought Vela.

' DRACO MALFOY!'

Vela smirked to himself, Professor McGonagall stormed onto the field, her eyes were flashing furiously. Malfoy nervously came down from above,and cautiously walking towards Gryffindor's head of house.

' Never- in all my time of Hogwarts has there been a child so arrogant, immature, selfish and incompetent like yourself. You might have broken your neck, and look at Mr. Weasley over there. How. Dare. You!'

Malfoy glared at her for calling him such words, she glared back at him more furiously thinking he must be the cause for one of her hurt lions. She looked over at the crying form of Ronald Weasley clutching his elbow.

' Miss. Patil you take Mr. Weasley to the hospital wing, and you Mr. Malfoy! Follow me, where going to your head of house. See what he makes of this, hmm!' Hissed Professor McGonagall, Malfoy with a rather soul face, looking like he had recently swallowed a lemon he followed the Professor.

It was dinner time. Ronald Weasley and Neville Longbottom had recently came out from Hogwarts hospital wing, while having dinner they were discussing the strange and odd missing case of the Remembrall.

' I saw where it landed Neville, i'm telling you!' Huffed Ronald, behind them was the sneering form of Draco Malfoy.

' You idiot Longbottom, i bet Weasley took it so his family could trade it for a new wand!' mocked Malfoy, Ronald stood up in fury his ear tinged pink and his eyes blazing with fury at the Slytherins comment.

' How dare you?' spat Weasley, glaring at the form of Draco Malfoy.

' I'd take you anytime on my own' said Malfoy. ' Tonight, if you want. Wizards duel. We'll meet you in the trophy room, that's always unlocked'

With those last words Draco Malfoy left two scowling Gryffindors, with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.

Vela Volans had always enjoyed reading, and these curses were juicy and so dark he would enjoy them and would be trying a certain one on Malfoy. Vela Volans quietly left the restricted section making his way down the silent halls of Hogwarts, the moonlight shone like a ray of white light onto his pale skin. Vela kept walking his school cloak blowing behind him, from the small breeze that was flowing through the hallway.

Hearing whispers of students he quickly ducked behind a stone wall, Vela peered around the corner and saw some Gryffindor students fighting childishly.

' Ronald! He set you up!'

' Stupid Malfoy, where is the honor in not turning up to a wizards duel!' snarked one of the Gryffindors.

' What do they think they're doing anyway? keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?!' vela raised his eyebrows at this comment, what were they on about?

When the students had finally passed, Vela was beyond furious. A midnight duel, and not showing up? He may be sly, cunning and a bastard that Vela knew but Wizard duels were about honor. Of course Malfoy is a coward.

Vela Volans stormed towards the Slytherin common room, and found Malfoy lounging on the couch. He raised his wand at him, his eyes lighting up with glee.

Oh you will learn to fear me and my power you all will, the little voice in his mind whispered to him.

' Dolorem Ipsum'

Draco Malfoy screamed, and fell to the ground his eyes widening onto the figure of Vela Volans. He twisted around on the ground, blood running from his eyes and falling down his pale cheeks. The blonde Slytherin wouldn't stop screaming in agony, it felt like sharp knives piercing his skin. Vela stopped the spell and crouched down to Malfoy's eye level. Tracing his wand down the Malfoy heirs bloody cheek, he laughed. It was empty and cold that Malfoy shivered in fear, Vela leaned over to whisper two words into Draco Malfoy's words.

' Fear. Me'

Malfoy scrambled away from him in definite fear, Volans just smirked coldly at him.

' If you dare speak of this to anyone. I will cut out your heart and make you eat it, bit by bit. Do you hear me! '

Malfoy nodded crawling further away from the Slytherin towering over him.

' DO YOU HEAR ME!' shouted Vela Volans, with so much hate, anger and fury in his voice.

' Yes' was the only sound that came from Draco Malfoy's choked voice.

Vela knew he would make them fear him, they all would.

Vela Volans left a sobbing Malfoy in the common room.