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Chapter Twenty Eight
Harry's POV
A knock at the door interrupted Lucius' and Harry's kiss. Harry had wanted to leave straight after their...intimacy but Lucius had held him back, demanding more passionate, possessive kisses.
At the sound of the knock Lucius pulled away viciously and stared at the door looking half angered and half scared and his hands still over Harry.
"Listen, Potter, we have to get out of here safely," whispered Lucius, still staring at the door where the person had knocked again. "I could cast a disillusionment spell but I'm not sure it would hold in such a small... what is that?"
Harry had just got his invisibility cloak out and was wrapping it around his body.
"Just open the door!" he hissed at the baffled man.
Lucius opened the door from the now very impatient knocking and Harry saw a dancing Neville Longbottom outside looking very desperate to use the toilet.
As soon as Neville set his eyes upon Lucius Malfoy he stopped his frantic hopping and his eyes widened. Harry was sure he wouldn't need to use the toilet anymore.
"Y-you?" he whispered, and Harry realised how scared Neville must be considering the last time he'd seen Lucius was in the Department of Mysteries.
"Yes, me: well done, Longbottom." Lucius said with a sniff. He stalked past Neville, and Harry hurried after him staying as close as possible so as not to get locked in the toilet.
"See you at school," Harry muttered in the man's ear, and he hurried off to his compartment where Ron and Hermione were waiting. However, as he walked past various other carriages, one in particular caught his eye.
Draco was sat talking with his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, with his left arm sleeve rolled up to reveal the hideous Dark Mark. The two thugs looked at Draco as though he was a God and Harry couldn't help but wonder... He had his invisibility cloak on, after all.
He crept into the compartment and scrambled onto the luggage rack above them.
"...yes, I've been entrusted to this job," Draco said casually. "Even Father doesn't know what I'm doing, and he never will, until it's too late."
Crabbe and Goyle snickered.
"I think it will show him up, how a sixteen year old boy can do what he and many others have tried doing... but my plan is full proof." Draco finished with a cool smirk while the two imbeciles grunted their appreciation.
For the next hour or so, Harry was stuck listening to Draco's boasts and smug achievements, as well as a few insults to Harry's friends and himself.
He was desperate to get back to Ron and Hermione before they got to their destination but suddenly the train jerked to a halt, and Harry realised with a lurch that they must have arrived at Hogwarts. He hadn't even told Ron and Hermione why he'd been so late! Not that he was going to tell them the whole truth anyway...
Crabbe and Goyle stood up and looked at Draco expectantly as he was still seated. Harry wondered if they could talk at all.
"You go ahead, I'll catch up," Draco said fiddling with his wand.
Harry thought about jumping down and running out the door while he was still around witnesses, but that seemed more dangerous considering Draco had Crabbe and Goyle on his side, and Harry didn't feel like testing the strength of their muscles.
As the train emptied, Harry got more and more nervous. What was Draco waiting for? His father maybe?
And then, without any warning, Draco pointed his wand directly at Harry's face and hissed, "Petrificus Totalus!"
Harry froze and fell onto the floor in the same position as he was in on the luggage rack. His invisibility cloak was whipped off him and suddenly he felt a lot more exposed.
"Déjà vu, Potter?" Malfoy sneered. All of a sudden, Harry felt the most excruciating pain in his hand where Draco stomped on it.
"If I have anything to say about it, you won't be interfering in my family life anymore," Draco spat. And, like the time in Malfoy Manor, Draco had raised his foot above Harry's face but this time, however, there was no Lucius to prevent his son from acting so Harry stood no chance when Draco's foot sped towards his face and collided with his nose.
Blood spurted every where and trickled into Harry's partly opened mouth making him retch – if he could move.
"Stay away from me and my family; the people you get close to don't last long, do they?" He kicked sharply into Harry's ribcage. "So stay away from my father."
With that, Draco pulled the cloak over Harry's frozen body and Harry heard the door slam shut.
What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't hear the students outside anymore and guessed that the majority of them were already on the carriages up to the school.
However, before he could despair any more on his situation the door opened again to reveal, not Draco, but Ginny.
She seemed to know exactly where he was as she walked purposefully towards him and yanked the cloak off.
"Finite!" she cried, and bent down to Harry's level. "What on earth...?"
"Never mind that," Harry said thickly through his bleeding nose. "How did you know I was here?"
"Ron said you never left the carriage so I had a look in the compartments."
"But how did you know I was in this one?" Harry asked perplexed. "I was invisible."
"That wasn't." She pointed to a puddle of blood right were Harry's head had been.
"Oh," he muttered, and instinctively raised his hand to touch his nose.
"Who did it?" Ginny asked softly, wiping away some blood off his chin.
"Malfoy," he said bitterly, dabbing his nose with his fingers then looking at them to see the damage.
"Of course," she said with a sigh. "Come on, we don't want to miss the feast."
"Right."
"Oh, wait," and suddenly her wand was in his face and he couldn't help but flinch. "I'm going to heal your nose!" she said exasperatedly.
"Oh... can you?" he asked nervously.
"Growing up with Fred and George you need to know these things." She performed an intricate little wand movement and said, "Vigoratus." Harry vaguely remembered Lucius using this spell to heal his cut hand which seemed like a lifetime ago now before he felt a sharp snap to his nose.
"Perfect," Ginny said happily.
"Thank you!" Harry said gratefully, prodding his newly-healed nose.
"Don't fiddle with it, then!" she said giggling and pulling Harry's hand back down.
He grinned and stood up and helped Ginny to her feet.
As they made their way off the platform and up to the gates, the two teens couldn't stop laughing and talking despite what had happened. However, the minute Harry saw who was at the Hogwarts gates his smile faded from his still bloody face.
"Potter," Snape spat, and Ginny grabbed Harry's arm defensively.
"Draco Malfoy, sir," Harry said flatly, and he saw Snape's expression change from disgust to knowing, then immediately back to disgust.
"And why is that on your face?" he asked staring at the blood patches.
"Draco Malfoy, sir," Harry said again.
"A likely story," he said sneering. "Follow me; you too, Miss Weasley." And together they all trudged up the long path to the castle. "You really can't help it, can you, Potter? You just have to be the centre of attention."
Harry said nothing, knowing it would give Snape an excuse to knock points off.
"Yes, because getting beaten up is what everyone does if they want attention!" Ginny snapped.
Harry looked at her in complete surprise.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Weasley, for your cheek," Snape said, a curl on his thin lips.
The rest of the walk was in silence, Ginny glaring at Snape who glared at Harry who watched his feet.
Finally they reached the Entrance hall and Snape stood to the side of the Great Hall doorway.
"Your audience awaits, Mr Potter," he said, and shoved open both the doors so as to make it seem more dramatic.
Harry glowered at the man who hated him but made his way into the Great Hall nonetheless, his head bowed and his legs moving twice as fast as normal so as to reach the Gryffindor table in time.
Lucius' POV
Lucius hadn't been to a sorting or a feast in Hogwarts for over thirty years and he was thankful he hadn't. It was the most tedious thing he'd ever attended. He'd had his introduction from Albus Dumbledore about his new post as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher which received great applause from the Slytherin table. The other tables either did nothing or clapped once or twice to be polite.
Furthermore, he was getting slightly anxious because he couldn't spot his Harry amongst the Gryffindor table. He did, however, see a girl with brown, bushy hair continuously glancing towards the door as if expecting something. He then realised it was the Mudblood Granger girl – one of Harry's best friends. If she didn't know where the boy was, no one would. He tried to make up excuses of what Harry could be doing but none of them seemed likely. He then glanced over to the Slytherin table where he saw Draco miming a punch, then putting on a frightened face which received great laughter from most of the Slytherins around him. Lucius dismissed this as it was probably just Draco showing off his great skill at intimidating people.
Turning back to his dinner, he tried to ignore the absence of Harry but it was like an annoying, persistent fly buzzing around his head.
Nothing interesting happened until fifteen minutes into the feast when the double doors opened and in came a black haired boy and a redheaded girl, both speed walking to the Gryffindor table. Lucius choked on his wine and spluttered, batting away the helpful hand of Professor Flitwick who was patting him on the back.
Harry had just come in with blood all over his face, the Weasley girl not that far behind him... what had been going on?
He watched as Harry sat down and was crushed in an embrace by Granger who then studied the boy's beaten, bloodied face.
Lucius wanted to storm up to Harry, grab him and force the truth out of him but it was obvious that much was impossible. A thought occurred to him suddenly, and he turned to look at Draco who was glaring Harry with so much hatred and revulsion that he looked quite unlike himself. He would be having words with that boy later...
For the rest of the meal his attention was focused purely on Harry, and once or twice he thought he saw the green eyes meet his silver ones, though the boy was hasty to look away.
However, at one point he felt he wouldn't be able to hold his rage in. The Weasley girl was dabbing Harry's blood-spattered face with a tissue and leaned in closer only to whisper something in his ear.
What with being anxious all evening , then seeing his little Harry come in looking like he'd been hit with a particularly nasty spell, and then realising – or guessing – who was behind Harry's attack, the close touch Weasley had bestowed upon Harry was making Lucius feel even worse.
Looking down he noticed his hands were gripping the table so tightly his knuckles were white. They were also trembling with rage making the table shake and the glasses rattle. He let go, not wanting to draw attention to himself and continued his glare at the Gryffindor table.
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After what felt like forever, the feast ended and the students began to depart after the speech from Dumbledore.
Lucius got up straight away and tried to pick Harry out from the crowd. He saw a head of jet black hair racing towards the Entrance Hall as though desperate to get out of the Great Hall.
Lucius narrowed his eyes and turned to make his way out of the Staff exit, hoping to run into Potter. But then what would he do when he had cornered the boy? He thought to himself and decided to leave it until tomorrow, knowing then that Harry would be more willing to talk about it. He also needed a word with a certain son of his...
Is anyone else finding Ginny annoying?
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