Chapter 11
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"Well, well, well. What have we here? Couldn't you think of a more romantic place to take your girlfriend, Potter?" Draco sneered from where he stood above Harry and Mystery.

Harry, feeling Mystery trying to bury herself in his shoulder and stand at the same time, looked up and did the only thing he could think of. Placing an arm around her, he sat up, taking her with him. "Jealous?"

Two red spots of anger appeared on Malfoy's other else pale cheeks. "Of what? The fact that you parentless? Or the fact that you have a nerdy imp?"

"Better to be parentless than have Death Eaters for a mother and father." Harry shot back, helping Mystery to her feet and standing to face Malfoy. "And better to have a nerdy imp than no one at all."

"You don't know what you're talking about, Potter. You'll never know what its like, because you never knew what kind of people your parents were." Malfoy said nasty, taking a step closer to Harry and Mystery.

"And you do? You don't even know what kind of people your mum and dad are like, do you? I'd rather be left wondering than have them right there in front of me and still not know." Harry shouted, shocking himself and Malfoy. He didn't know where the words were coming from, but knew that they had to be vented.

"What do you know about me?" Draco shouted back, shoving Harry back a step, ramming him into Mystery, who was holding the back of Harry's robes, as if afraid he might throw a punch.

Harry shoved him right back. "I know that you're envious of everything that you don't understand. You hate Hermione because she's smarter than you and from a Muggle family too. You hate Ron because he has a family that cares about him, even if they are poor. You hate me because I get more attention than you, even though I don't want it. If I could, I would gladly give up the life I have. And do you know why?" Giving Malfoy another shove, Harry quickly had him back up against a stone wall. Mystery was pulling at his robes, saying "No, Harry. Please don't. He's not wroth it."

"Do you know why?" Harry growled at him again. Malfoy gave a small shake of his blonde head. "Because I want a family. I would give up being a wizard, having friends and being good at Quidditch just to have my Mum and Da back. You got that?" His hands had found their way to the front of Draco's robes and were fisted there, pulling Malfoy up and shaking him with more strength then Harry had had all his life.

Draco's face was slowly turning blue; Harry had fisted his robes so tight that he couldn't breath. Harry, beyond noticing this, was still shaking from repressed anger. Anger at Draco, his aunt and uncle, and most importantly, anger at himself for losing control.

From behind him, there was a small flow of light. Harry had little time to think of this before a blinding white light hit him and darkness consumed him.




**********Sorry it took so long to get the chapter up. I had no clue what so ever what to put in it. Hope you like. Enjoy!**********