Title: Tough Act

Author: Isabel Evelyn

Disclaimers: I don't own the Harry Potter.

The Fat Lady Part 2
As Draco and Blaise approached the Qudditch pitch, they noticed something odd. The whole Slytherin team stood in the middle of the field with their faces raised towards the sky. For a moment, the two Slytherins stood in confusion. Finally they looked towards the sky; that is when they saw it. Someone was in the air. Draco squinted his eyes, trying to identify the quick moving speck high up in the sky. Slowly the speck grew larger. Soon, Draco could tell that it was a boy on a broom.

"What is he doing up there?" Draco asked.

"I don't know," a team mate answered, "but he's a bloody good."

Draco was about to yell at the boy in the air when the figure spotted them. Quickly, the flyer changed direction. The boy aimed his broom at the ground and urged it forward. The broom shot like a bullet down to the Slytherins. The boy grew larger and larger and larger until Draco was certain he would crash it. At the very last moment, he pulled on the handle and pulled the broom into the sky, his toes just barely scraping the top of the grass. The boy made one final lap around the Quidditch pitch and finally dismounted.

"Potter, That was brilliant!"

Harry nodded his thanks as he tidied up his broom and robes.

"Bloody hell, is that a Firebolt?"

"Yes, i just received it at the end of the summer," Harry answered dismissively.

The team stood around the green eyed boy in awe. Draco, jealous and put off by his friend's superior flying skill, stood off to the side. Blaise was torn at the outside of the group. After a few moments, he decided to stand by Draco until the commotion died down.

I don't know if I've ever seen a better flyer than you," Flint said. "What position would you like?" ()

"Excuse me?"

"On the team, Potter. You can have any position you want/"

"I'm not interested in being on the team," Harry said with a very proper tone. "I appreciated your offer, but i will have to refuse." and with that, Harry started o his way back to the castle.

"what was that about?" Blaise asked. "he's a terrific flyer, why would be not want to be on the team?"

"I'm not sure," Draco replied. He would have said more, but an angered Flint had yelled that tryouts had begun.

When the afternoon arrived, Harry was outside near the lake with a thick book. Most of the third years and above had gone to spend time in Hogsmead. Harry had decided not to go. He found no point in going if Draco was still mad at him. Harry wanted to take advantage of the still warm weather and spend the afternoon outside while Draco and Blaise went into the village to have fun.

Harry had been outside reading for only a few minutes before a sound startled him. He quickly put down his book and sprung to his feet. In the distance, an animal ran towards him at great speed. Harry grinned as he recognized his friend.

"Grimm! Where have you been? Probably off terrorizing the Dark Forest/"

Grimm barked happily and licked Harry.

"Let me just grab my book and then we can go for a little walk, how does that sound?"

Grimm barked in agreement.

Harry gathered his things and shrunk them so they would fit in his pockets. As the hours passed, Harry and Grimm played all over the grounds, Even Hagrid's dog Fang joined in for a little bit.

As evening grew near, Hogwarts students began to return. Harry and Grimm sat outside near the main entrance, relaxing and watching the other students walk up to the school.

Harry spotted Hermione and Ron as the walked to the castle. Ron appeared angry and his voice could be heard all the way into the courtyard.

"I don't care what you say," Ron yelled. "That... Pet of yours has in in for him. He's probably still up cowering by the foot of my bed!"

"Ron, Scabbers is just old. My cat is not doing anything wrong. Cats eat mice."

"Scabbers is a rat! And he's mine! Just keep that monster away from him."

Harry turned to Grimm to tell him that the two had been fighting like that since the second week of classes but Grimm was nowhere to be found. Harry sighed and took his shrunken book out of his pocked and resized it. Harry searched for a comfortable position.

Before the green eyed boy could start reading, he heard a tentative 'A-hem' from in front of him. Draco stood, looking very uncomfortable. Blaise stood behind him, clearly pushing the boy forward.

Harry put down his book and raised an eyebrow. Draco mumbled something and quickly looked away.

"What was that, now?" Harry asked.

It took a few seconds before Draco said it again: "I'm sorry."

"Thats better," Harry said. "You were an ass, you know that right?"

"... Yeah, i know"

"Oh, i told him many times," Blaise said with a grin.

Harry laughed and stood after he re-shrunk his book. "We're okay, right?"

"We are."

"Good," Blaise sighed. "I can finally get some rest without the two of you complaining."

The three of them talked as they walked to the castle. As the made their way through the courtyard.

"Hey, Harry?" Draco asked. "I know i was a prat, but you have to admit that you were spending a lot of your time with your... other... friends."

Harry smirked. "Don't worry, I'm not going soft. Your father warned me about the headmaster. Hanging with Gryffindors may keep him off my back for a while. Also, by spending so much time in the tower, i get to see what they're up to. I'm sorry i didn't tell you, dragon."

"It's okay, i guess," Draco replied. "I still don't like you there all the time, but -"

Draco couldn't finish what he was going to say because the moment they stepped into the castle, a loud scream echoed down every crowded hallway.

Without thinking, Harry ran in the direction of the sound. Dark green eyes searched for the source of the noise. Harry tensed, ready to strike if necessary. Draco and Blaise finally found their friend outside of the portrait that guarded the Gryffindor tower. Harry was tense. A crowd of students had followed Draco and Blaise up the steps. Harry turned, his eyes darting to every painting on the walls.

Dumbledore made his way up the steps followed by some of the faculty. The headmaster was about to speak but Harry had found who he was looking for. He walked towards a painting by the top of the stairs, letting the Fat Lady's shredded portrait show. Students gasped and the Professors stood, horrified.

"What is the meaning of this?" Dumbledore demanded.

Harry didn't answer. In a cam voice Harry asked, loud enough for every one hear, "Lady, what happened here?"

Only then did everyone quiet enough to hear the frightened sob of the Fat Lady.

"Eyes like the Devil, he's got!"

"Who!?" Dumbledore demanded.

"I didn't let him in," The Fat Lady said, still shaking. "He got angry... He..."

Harry spoke again. "M'Lady, who did this to you?"

The Fat Lady didn't appear to hear. She jumped for portrait to portrait, trying to hide. Finally she spoke, barely above a whisper.

"Nasty temper hes got, that Sirius Black!" And with that, she was gone.

Finally this chapter is finished!
I hope you all like it.
I started on the next chapter, but i am not sure when it will come out...
I'm hoping it will be soon.

Isabel.Evelyn