HARRY POTTER AND THE GREEN FLAME SWORD
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Chap 5: Harry shouted at Dumbledore, remember, so why not Mrs. W as well.
Chap 8: Why?
Chap 4: I dunno what to say. Here goes, do u mind if I take the bloody description I wrote out and put yours in its
place when I revise the entire story. ( what u wrote was much much better than mine ).
About the apparition, thanx, I'll make sure no one else apparates in, and we shall assume that the others
came by broomstick or portkey or whatever. As for the Diggory death theory, read Chapter 3.
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CHAPTER 10
OF FRIENDS AND ENEMIES
Harry woke up to see an unfamiliar stone walled circular dorm. The previous night, Malfoy had shown Harry to their house and also introduced him to most of his 'friends', including Crabbe and Goyle, and Harry had in brief words answered their questions about Strauss. In Harry's mind, each of Malfoy's friends would qualify as a Death Eater; most of their questions had to do with Durmstrang's leniency regarding the Dark Arts. Malfoy, on the other hand, filled him in with all kinds of 'hate other houses' kind of information, and 'hate Potter' kind of information most of all.
The Slytherin dorms weren't as comfortable as the Gryffindor dorms, and were rather cold for comfort. Harry had slept fitfully and sleeping in the same room with Malfoy wasn't the least of his problems. His dreams had been interspersed with a few strange dreams which he assumed were Jakob Strauss's, and were just as unpleasant as his own.
He glanced to look at Malfoy, who was still asleep. He wondered how exactly he was going to find out about the spy, and the only way he could do it was through Malfoy. He wondered if Jakob Strauss would do something different if he were a spy in Gryffindor. He let go of resistance and tried to think of the problem as Strauss would have done.
'Use Parkinson' said a sly voice in his head.
Harry shuddered involuntarily; this guy seemed to have absolutely no morals. A slight ruffle broke his reverie; Malfoy had just woken up, and was grinning at Harry. Harry gave him a slight nod.
"Why don't you get ready quickly, Jakob, I might as well take you to meet Snape today, he's the head of our house" said Malfoy, rubbing his pale face.
Harry nodded again, Snape wouldn't be pleased to meet him even if he turned up looking like Salazar Slytherin himself...but the feeling was mutual, and at that point, Harry definitely hated Snape much more than Snape hated him.
Soon, they were on their way to the Hall, with Crabbe and Goyle in tow.
"Must they follow us everyvere" said Harry, looking pointedly at Crabbe and Goyle, who looked at each other in confusion.
"They're definitely useful, especially when you have to tackle Potter and his stinking friends" said Malfoy, almost spitting out the last few words with anger.
"I don't need any assistance, get rid of them." said Harry coldly.
Malfoy looked at him in an almost calculating manner. "You heard him, go stuff your faces elsewhere" said Malfoy smoothly, Crabbe and Goyle looked even more dumbstruck than usual, before leaving the two of them.
As they entered the Great Hall, Harry collided into someone.
"Watch where you are going. Oh, you are the new exchange student, aren't you?" said Ginny, as Harry stared at her...he felt strangely attracted to her, and that was when he remembered who exactly it was that Jakob Strauss had found rather attractive last night.
He put out his hand to help her up, but immediately withdrew it as Malfoy stepped up. Harry certainly remembered what Malfoy thought of her as well, and felt a surge of anger rush to his head.
"Weasley, I must have known" said Malfoy, looking her up and down with lustful eyes, "I'm sure you wouldn't mind a night with me in return for a bag of gold"
Ron had charged into the scene seeing Malfoy, and Hermione along with him. Soon, all the students in the hall were whispering excitedly to each other, waiting for a scene.
"Malfoy" he said threateningly. Hermione was glaring daggers at both of them as well.
"Its okay, Ron. I can handle it" said Ginny, brushing dust of her robes as she helped herself up.
"Yeah Weasley, I'm sure she can. Why don't you go back to snogging your mudblood girlfriend senseless."
Ron turned crimson at this. Harry had no intention of letting things go too far, and curbing his wish to grind Malfoy into dust, contended with pulling him over roughly before Ron could smash Malfoy's face.
"Let's go, no need to waste our time with them" said Harry coldly. Malfoy shrugged his hand off angrily.
"And another thing, Malfoy, never speak to Veasley like that again" he said smoothly to Malfoy, as they walked away, leaving a despairing Hermione to drag Ron away. The single sentence was more threatening than anything Malfoy had ever heard from Ron, more so because of the absence of a threatening note, which made it clear to Malfoy that it was in his best interests to keep his mouth shut.
"Sure, I know you like her, anything for a friend" said Malfoy smoothly, recovering, but his eyes held a hint of apprehension.
Breakfast was a dull affair. Harry noticed that Pansy Parkinson was sitting as far away from them as possible. Malfoy was in a bad mood and kept glaring at Ron, who returned them with interest.
"First class, potions" said Malfoy, handing Harry his timetable.
Harry walked besides a smug looking Malfoy towards the cold dungeons. "Watch the mudblood get her comeuppance. Snape is the best teacher we've got."
Harry didn't reply, Potions wasn't his idea of getting a new year underway, but then, neither was spending his time with bloody freaking Malfoy.
Harry sat down beside Malfoy; he noticed that there were quite a few Gryffindors, while Crabbe and Goyle were missing. He felt slightly better, as he watched Neville sit besides Hermione.
'Neville' he realized abruptly, looking back to make sure. He felt a distinct pride of being Gryffindor; even Neville had passed Potions, and even had the guts to join in for the NEWT level.
"Ah, we have quite a few surprises here, don't we. Apparently, the OWL standards have gone down drastically, especially if people like Longbottom are back here" said Snape softly, sneering at the class. "However, you will find that the NEWT levels are altogether a different matter. I shall assume that you do remember all that you have been taught in the previous five years you have been here."
Soon, Harry was paired up with Malfoy and they proceeded to make a healing potion which could be used in cases of mild or severe headache. To his surprise, Snape walked past him without a word. Unfortunately for Neville, he was at the receiving end of Harry's share as well. Ron was busy shooting daggers at Malfoy, who smirked as Snape turned his attentions to Ron and Hermione.
All in all, the class was much worse, Harry felt even worse when he saw his friends being picked upon, which was exactly what Snape had wanted.
As soon as class finished, the Gryffindors hurried away.
"Mr. Strauss, I'd like to have a word with you. Please stay back" said Snape, gliding over to Malfoy and Harry.
"I'll wait outside, Jakob" said Malfoy, grinning at him.
Harry didn't bother to return the grin. He was busy trying to find a way to get back at Snape.
As soon as Malfoy had left, Snape handed Harry a glass filled with the potion. He drank it quickly.
"It will last you until the next Potions class, Strauss" said Snape quietly, black eyes narrowed unfathomably.
Harry nodded, glaring back at Snape.
"Now, move it" said Snape, motioning to the door. Harry walked out, smirk back in place as he joined Malfoy.
"DADA next, something I bet you are really good at." said Malfoy, joining him and giving him a sly grin.
Harry didn't say anything. What was Malfoy expecting him to do, AVADA KEDAVRA off everyone in the class? They walked into the DADA classroom, Harry letting Malfoy lead the way. He saw that students from all four houses were having DADA classes together. Malfoy looked distinctly ruffled at this new development.
Ron swore loudly as Harry and Malfoy walked in, but thankfully, what might have started did not start as Lupin walked in.
"Hello everyone. I'm sure that most of you know me, for those of you who don't, I'm Professor Lupin" he said, nodding at Harry. "This year, the classes will be a bit difficult, not to mention that dueling classes shall also be held and will include students from fourth year and up. The notices shall be put up soon enough."
He continued in a grave voice "...we are living in difficult times, and I hope that you will take these classes very seriously indeed."
"Dueling classes, huh? We can have some fun" said Malfoy, rubbing his hands together gleefully.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry.
"It's my chance to get back at the mudblood" explained Malfoy, as though this were the most obvious thing in the world.
"You see, this year, I have learnt enough to cause some serious damage" he said, with an evil smirk.