Hi, back with another chapter! The story still sucks, but at least I'm slowly developing my writing style, and I am slowly getting better. Anyway, back to the story…

Chapter 10

Harry's POV

"The power to bring an entire world to its knees."

Those words kept ringing in my head, as I started pulling off my robes in the dorms. The other boys were idly chatting, I vaguely remembered me asking Dean about his summer.

"It was OK,' chuckled Dean. 'Better than Seamus's, anyway, he was just telling me.' I pushed all thoughts away for the time being.

'Why, what happened, Seamus?' Neville asked as he placed his Mimbuius mimbletonia tenderly on his bedside table.

Seamus did not answer immediately; he was making rather a meal of ensuring that his poster of the Kenmare Kestrels Quidditch team was quite straight. Then he said, with his back still turned to me, 'Me mam didn't want me to come back.'

'What?' I paused in the act of pulling off my robes.

'She didn't want me to come back to Hogwarts.'

Seamus turned away from his poster and pulled his own pyjamas out of his trunk, still not looking at me.

'But - why?" I was astonished. I knew that Seamus's mother was a witch and could not understand, therefore, why she should have come over so Dursleyish.

Seamus did not answer until he had finished buttoning his pyjamas.

'Well,' he said in a measured voice, I suppose . . . because of you.'

What d'you mean?' I said quickly.

My heart was beating rather fast. I felt vaguely as though something was closing in on me.

Well,' said Seamus again, still avoiding my eye, she . . . er . . . well, it's not just you, it's Dumbledore, too . . .'

'She believes the Daily Prophet?' I scoffed. 'She thinks I'm a liar and Dumbledore's an old fool?'

Seamus looked up at me.

'Yeah, something like that.'

I didn't say anything. I threw my wand down on to my bedside table, pulled off my robes, stuffed them angrily into my trunk and pulled on my pyjamas. I was sick of it; sick of being the person who gets stared at and talked about all the time. If any of them knew, if any of them had the faintest idea what it felt like to be the one all these things had happened to . . . Mrs Finnigan had no idea, the stupid woman, I thought savagely.

I got into bed and made to pull the hangings closed around me, but before I could do so, Seamus said, 'Look . . . what did happen that night when . . . you know, when . . . with Cedric Diggory and all?'

Seamus sounded nervous and eager at the same time. Dean, who had been bending over his trunk trying to retrieve a slipper, went oddly still and I knew he was listening hard.

'What are you asking me for?' I retorted. 'Just read the Daily Prophet like your mother, why don't you? That'll tell you all you need to know.'

'Don't you have a go at my mother,' Seamus snapped.

'I'll have a go at anyone who calls me a liar,' I snarled.

'Don't talk to me like that!'

'I'll talk to you how I want,' my temper rising so fast as I snatched my wand from my bedside table. 'If you've got a problem sharing a dormitory with me, go and ask McGonagall if you can be moved . . . stop your mummy worrying - '

'Leave my mother out of this, Potter!'

'What's going on?'

Ron had appeared in the doorway. His wide eyes travelled from me, kneeling on my bed with my wand pointing at Seamus, to Seamus, who was standing there with his fists raised.

'He's having a go at my mother!' Seamus yelled.

What?' said Ron. 'Harry wouldn't do that - we met your mother, we liked her . . .'

'That's before she started believing every word the stinking Daily Prophet writes about me!' I shouted at the top of his voice.

"What the heck is going on?" A new voice interrupted our shouting-match, and instantly, Ron yelped in surprise. "Bianca! Bloody hell! What the heck are you doing here?"

"Some people," She glared at the boys (including me) venomously, "Have to sleep. What happened in here?" She put her hands on her hips, suddenly changing the subject. "You guys sounded like you were trying to kill each other, no pun intended." She held her arms out in her own defense, not that she needed to, she could easily kick all our asses without even batting an eyelash.

"Tell that to the mad-man!" Dean pointed a finger at me angrily. "He's the one who started it. I might as well go now to McGonagall, I don't want to share a dorm with him anymore!" With that, he stormed out of the dorm, leaving Bianca quite bewildered.

"Man, you boys are a messed up bunch!" She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"You're one to talk!" Ron snarled, his ears still steaming mad. "You and that miniature death eater have got enough 'power to destroy the whole world'!"

Bianca's eyes hardened. "Don't talk about my brother like that." She crossed her arms. "There are things that you haven't seen and experienced that make him that way. The same with me, so don't you ever talk to us like that, kay?"

She shot him a glare, and if looks could kill, he would've incinerated on the spot. I sighed. I guess she was right, we were a messed up bunch.

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Draco's POV (A/N Bet you weren't expecting that!)

Who did they think they were? That was the most obvious bluff in the entire wizarding and muggle world. Them? The power to destroy the world? No way.

I motioned to Crabbe and Goyle, who were standing, ready to follow my orders. I jerked my head towards the door, before making my way there, winking at Pansy, who just swooned at the sight of me. I was definitely the girls' man.

"Listen." I hissed at my friends, who cowered beneath me. But then, there are always those who don't truly understand my amazing skill, talent, and good looks. I sneered at the doorway, where we were about to go to find that loser, Death Boy. He was definitely an example. Honestly, the power to destroy an entire world? I snorted. I am the only one with all that power. How dare he lie to me like that!

I tromped out of the dormitory, my friends cracking their fists behind me menacingly. If I were that stupid idiot, Death Boy, I would run far away from me in fear, to continue living that miserable, pathetic life of his. I pulled out my wand, brandishing my wand with a flourish, looking very dangerous and powerful.

We, or rather, I, spotted the idiot lurking in an abandoned corridor, twirling his jewelry. I stepped forward, silent as a ghost, knowing the idiot would never spot me. The idiot turned, catching me by surprise, something that never happens. Oh well, he got lucky, I thought, it won't happen again.

Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles, looking as intimidating as ever, to everyone else except for me. I folded my arms, maintaining a cool and expressionless face.

"What do you want?" His voice sounded exasperated, what? No, no, I probably made a mistake, he was breathless from fear, yes, that's it.

"Your sister, I mean, Death Girl," I strode forward, pointing my finger at his face. "Said you had the power to destroy the world," Crabbe strode forward, grabbing the idiot by his neck. "I'd like to see that power."

I smirked, knowing the idiot was done for. What I didn't expect was for Crabbe to scream. The little idiot had somehow gotten Crabbe to release him, and then with both hands clenching my friend's arm, he flipped Crabbe over, causing my friend to land with a groan. What?! That was unfair! Crabbe had obviously shown him mercy. That was it, I thought, as I gripped my wand tighter. No more Mr. Nice Guy.

I motioned to Goyle, who surged forward, launching himself forward strongly, before… The idiot flipped him over his shoulder, again. I scrambled backwards, making a tactical retreat, firing spells, strong and steady. That little brat simply dodged them. What?! Only muggles did that! What type of mud-blood would dodge a curse?

We stood face to face, with me towering over him, looking, once again, powerful and in control. "Haven't got your sister here to protect you now." I stated, sneering bravely into his face. "What are you going to- Whoa!"

The brat flipped me over his shoulder, sending me catapulting into the far wall. I scrambled back up in a dignified manner, completely ignoring the excruciating agony from my shattered bones; I was such a brave boy. I dropped into a fighting position; (my wand had dropped out of my hand while I was flying through the air, leaving me with no choice but to fight like a common muggle, which would cause him more pain. Honestly, if I had my wand, I would be doing him a favor. Now I have to kick his ass.) With my eyes at level with my fists, I was looking very ready for his puny attacks.

He smirked at my position. Hmph! As if he could do better. I snarled, before drawing back my fist and sending it hurtling towards his face. It was a perfect punch. I felt a hard surface meet my fist, and I knew I had hit my target… Before I realized the 'target' was actually his palm. His fingers closed in on my fist, and I could actually hear my bones snap. I screamed, a brave heroic scream, unable to bear the pain he was causing me. "You don't call my sister, Death Girl." He hissed. "And I don't need anyone to protect me."

"What's going on?" A breathless voice sounded from the far end of the corridor. Finally! A teacher had finally got to the scene of crime. Di'Angelo released my hand.

"Di'Angelo was hurting me and my friends." I whispered, unable to comprehend the fact that he was just standing there calmly; when it was so obvious he was going to be expelled.

"With all due respect, Professors." The brat retorted. "He attacked me first."

"Any evidence." A familiar voice asked. Thank god, I thought as I caught a glimpse of billowing robes, thank god it's Professor Snape.

"Yes." A tiny, whimpering voice echoed among the corridor. "I saw it all." The figure stepped out from the shadows, her face pale. It was the mudblood. Dammit.

"Would you care to explain Ms. Granger?" McGonagall sighed.

The mudblood nodded. "Well, I couldn't sleep, and I heard quite a loud noise from downstairs, so I decided to go to check, and I saw Malfoy." She looked at me with contempt. "He was taunting Nico, then Crabbe grabbed him by the neck-" A loud murmur passed through the bunch of teachers. "-and Nico… He reacted, badly." She summed up.

"Well, what do you mean?" McGonagall asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Judging by the fact that there are two unconscious students from my house," Snape spat. "I think we all know what happened, it is very… obvious." He opened his mouth to speak, probably to deduct points, before remembering that Di'Angelo was in his house. His mouth pressed together into a thin line. Di'Angelo smirked.

"Severus!" McGonagall snapped. "I agree it is obvious!" She jabbed a finger at him, which was very unlike her. "Students from your house attacked another with no reason at all! 50 points from Slytherin!" McGonagall's voice was nearing a hysterical screech that hurt my ears a lot. I groaned, immediately getting Snape's eye.

"But as that also happens," Snape sneered. "That student also successfully attacked 3 of my students, knocking 2 unconscious, and all three battered. So as the head of this house, Mr. Di'Angelo," I caught my breath, Snape was going to expel the idiot? Thank god! "You are expe-"

"Don't you dare." McGonagall snapped. I stopped myself from gasping. How DARE she? Just when Snape was doing a good service to the whole Hogwartian community, she stops him from doing it! "Mr. Di'Angelo was defending himself from attacks, though they may have been slightly-" she shot a stern glance at Di'Angelo. "Exaggerated, they were perfectly reasonable. On the other hand, I will get Dumbledore to take a look into this." Her nostrils flared, before she turned to Di'Angelo. "I'll accompany you to Dumbledore's office, your sister will be notified about this event. She may accompany you as well if she chooses to." She then spotted my friends and I in the corridor, very bruised but brave. "As for you," An emotion flickered in her eyes, was it distaste? No it couldn't be, it had to be pity. "Severus, please help assist them to the medical ward."

What? That's it? No expulsion or detention for Di'Angelo? That was so unfair!

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy!" McGonagall called over her shoulder. "Detention for you and your friends for openly attacking your fellow student! When you've recovered, of course, which I doubt will be soon." She added hastily, running her eyes over my battered body, before hastily leaving, probably scared of my wrath- Wait, detention? This year can't get any worse, can it?