~~So I lied, or well, inspiration struct me and i wrote for this fic instead of the other fic. I was on a business trip and sitting on my hotel's balcony and the waves from the beach was just too much, i had to write down what i had been inspired to. also one day i'll do proper editing. one day~~
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Ok, quick. What do I say? Uh, pretend she didn't see anything? No, that wouldn't work, it's too… Damn it, was I trying to impress her because she's cute? Is that it you stupid- argh.
Daphne crossed her arm. "Are you going to answer me?"
That pulled Harry out of his mind. "Oh uh," Act like it's normal. "I guess?"
She gave him an undecipherable look.
"Well, the bench is clean now," he walked over to it and gestured for her to sit first.
"How are you able to do that Heir Potter," her tone and face revealed none of her emotion, but Harry could feel through her cold projection. Curiosity, desire? Calmness.
Uh. "Practice?" He shrugged. "I've always been able to move stuff,"
"Ah, a talent then?" She walked over.
"I don't think so, I've just been practicing," He sat down at the same time she did.
She turned her head left. "You're hiding this, aren't you," Glee? Shit, is she thinking about blackmailing me? Oh no you don't!
"Eh, not really, I just don't want to stand out,"
Confusion. "So what's this then? Trying to impress me?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, no?" he raised a hand to scratch his head. "I'm just used to just using my magic like that,"
Daphne withdrew her gaze and set her eyes onto the village's outline. "Well, I'm pretty impressed," She took out her wand from her sleeve, her face steeled in concentration and then she waved it while chanting. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
A pebble raised from the ground and hovered still in place. When she dropped the wand back down the pebble did too as if a string that held it up were cut.
"That took me a whole month to learn with the tutor my mother hired," She turned to him again. "How long did you take to learn it wandlessly?"
Oh, I read that spell. Ugh my past again. Can't I get away from it? "I… think I started when I was six or seven," He kept his eye on hers. Maybe I can dive deeper if I could get her guard down. He raised his right arm towards the ground and concentrated. "I just practiced whenever I could and…-"
A chunk of the ground rose. Daphne's jaw dropped and she lost her composure. Shields down and… "That's… how? That's as big as this bench!" ok, she's shocked by it. Good, what else… Lots of random memories… desire? Why is she… write about me to her mother? Marriage?
"-… I can move more stuff now," Harry pulled out and focused on slowly putting the chunk of the ground back. It didn't quite settle perfectly so he induced some pressure from the top to flatten the ground. Longing? Oh no, she didn't want to blackmail me, she's…
Daphne brought back a fish to her mouth to lightly clear her throat. "Well, that's impressive," That feeling... Oh she caught herself, and… oh no. "I'm not sure I understand why you don't want to show it off,"
I need to get out of here. "Information is king," blankness… Surprise.
She blinked. "That sounds very Slytherin of you,"
"The hat did consider me for it." Is there a way… "But uh, I knew Rose would go to Gryffindor,"
"That's the only reason?" She tilted her head.
"Pretty much, I didn't really care anyway but Rose might be upset so…" He grumbled.
"That so?" She drew herself up. "I didn't really have a choice,"
"The hat didn't let you chose other house?" Was it different for everyone? Wait, I need to-
"Not exactly, I could choose Ravenclaw if I wanted," She gave him a weird look, as if she's resigned. Exasperated. "But my family would disinherit me if I did," she let out a sigh.
How… bad is this nobility thing actually? "You're joking," He stared at her.
She raised her eyebrow. "Well, you come from a good family Heir Potter,"
"No," You have no idea how wrong you are.
Puzzled. "You didn't?"
Oh damn, why is my guard so low today? "Uh, I mean, I didn't grow up here,"
Her bewilderment now showed on her face. "You grew up outside of Brittain?"
"Outside of Magical Brittain, my-" kill. "-guardians were muggles,"
Shock. Wait Disgust? What the hell. Fury replaced her puzzled face. "Dumbledore placed you with… Them?"
'Them'? Oh, is this the discrimination thing? Damn, do I play along? He Nodded slowly. "I only knew about my… heritage a month before school started,"
Indignation, anger. Pity? Oh man its pity again! "That's utterly unacceptable! You're the Heir to the Potter house!" Her voice is clearly reflecting the anger she's feeling and somehow it still felt cold, as if she infused her projection into her voice.
"Is it that bad?"
"It is!" After she said that she seemed to have realized her loss of composure and adjusted her sitting posture. She drew a breath in and spoke more calmly. "As the future Lord you have to be familiar with our society and politics. Having you sequestered away with no access to at least a tutor is… it's wrong." Her composure seems to waver as she spoke but she managed to stay in control.
Interesting. Are there laws against this? Harry recalled the memories of one of his teachers whose husband was a lawyer complaining to her during dinner about a 'Tort' case. Whatever that means. Are there even lawyers and courts in this… world? He realized he stayed quiet for too long and Daphne was expecting a respond... "Honestly, I'm still trying to learn what I can for now," Well I say that and I don't even know what a Lord actually is.
"You could get a tutor…" She raised a loose fist to her mouth. "Or…" A burst of excitement. Harry looked straight at her. Oh shield's down, "maybe I can…" images of me and her… studying? … oh no. "What if we meet every now and then and I'll teach you?"
Argh. I should refuse but… This could be good… I mean I know her… goal, so I can use that. I'll probably be able to handle… whatever she has planned. "Well… Heir Greengrass, that would help me out a lot,"
She ran her fingers through her wavy hair. "Why don't you call me Daphne then," She turned her gaze forward. "I think we could get along well,"
Ugh, should I? "Friends then?"
Harry saw a tinge of pink on the side of her face. Triumph. "Sure,"
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When the sun reached its peak, they walked together to the potion classroom in the dungeon on the 'academic building'.
Harry thought they had a nice and chat together. Excluding her… intentions. She was pretty evasive about her home life but she seems to have just grew up being groomed to become the lady of the Greengrass house or a candidate. It felt like she didn't like it but that's just her feeling at the time. Not really that sure of why but it's probably at least related,
They arrived together a few minutes early and there were a few students already inside. They were about to sit together when Tracey came in and rather rudely sequestered her friend away with a quick 'later' to him. They sat on a table and they seem to be whispering to each other but no sound escaped them. Some sort of privacy spell? Oh yeah I was looking for those.
A cold voice rang out from behind him. "Where were you?" Uh,
Harry turned around to see Rose looking calm but now that Harry faced her and have his openned up his 'noise filter' he can feel the anger she's holding back.
"Hey Rose, uh what's wrong?" Play this safe perhaps.
She was unrelenting. "Nothing. So where were you?" Hermione was beside her looking very uncomfortable. A quick look into her mind told Harry that his twin had been like this since an hour ago after unsuccessfully looking for him.
"I was down at the lake?" Ok, I get that she's miffed but what's up with the jealous undertone in her anger?
"With her?" She nodded towards the two Slytherin girls still whispering, oblivious to what's happening at the door.
"Yeah," Harry moved to a seat when he saw the door open. Another pair of Slytherin girls arrived.
Rose followed him but didn't sit down with him. "What did she want?"
I have a feeling telling her about everything will make her… angrier. "We promised to chat back at the train," he shrugged. "Were you looking for me?"
Unphased, she pressed on. "So why at the lake,"
Cause it's quiet? "I was going there to relax, she tagged along," he tilted his head slightly. "Uh, wanna sit?"
"Hmph," she turned her head. What is up. "Let's go Hermione, let's sit together."
The two girls walked over to the next table and sat there. Hermione kept looking between Rose and Him in confusion. I guess that's good enough for now? He rummaged through his enlarged bag and pulled out his potion making equipment and laid them out on the desk as the other students were doing.
He was holding his silver knife when an unfamiliar voice spoke to him. "May I sit with you?" Harry turned to see a dark-skinned boy with Slytherin colors on his robes. "Blaise Zabini," He offered a handshake.
Harry took it. "Harry Potter, feel free,"
The boy sat down and rummaged his bag to sort his stuff on the table. "Welcome back to the magical side,"
Huh? "Yeah thanks. It's been great so far,"
"Ah, I hope," he chuckled. "I heard a bunch of things about you,"
"Good or bad?"
"Half and half, I gathered you met Draco Malfoy? He seemed to dislike you a lot for… 'getting in his way'," His voice is smooth, Harry wondered if he could learn to speak like that.
"I have no idea," Draco who? Ah that guy who came into the compartment to 'flirt' with Rose.
"That's just how it is with 'noble children' like him," He sighed.
Harry looked at him curiously, wondering what he meant. Before he could ask, professor Snape had entered the classroom. His robes billowed as if wind was blowing against him as he walked to a podium beside the blackboard. He took a glance around the room and sighed as he pulled out several pieces of paper out of seemingly nowhere and placed them onto his podium. He drew his wand from his sleeve and cast a silent spell to float one piece of paper onto the backmost right table.
"sign your name and past it around," He seem to glare at everyone. "We'll start afterwards," He drawled, similar to how Draco talked like but somehow, he seemed more dignified.
Once the student list was passed to the professor je immediately stored the paper without looking at it. He tapped the blackboard with his wand and the lesson started.
"Potioneering is an art for the masters. A tradecraft if you are mediocre, a disaster for the incompetent." A glare again. "This class is the most dangerous class in this school. I will tolerate no playing, no jokes, no idling. Once you enter this classroom you will be focused and you will follow every instruction from me to the best of your ability."
He tapped the blackboard again and a set of instructions appeared in chalk. "I expect each one of you to have read the designated reading material for this class beforehand." He drew himself up and started to question the class.
"You!" He pointed at a red-haired Gryffindor boy. "State your name and tell me why you are required to have a silver knife this year."
The boy was shocked and stuttered his answer. "Uh I-I'm Ronald Weasley. It's uh… b-because silver knives… umm.. They make potions b-better right?"
A look of annoyance on the professor's face. "A child can tell you that Mr. Weasley," He glared at the class. "Anyone?"
Hermione raised his hand and waved it but was ignored. "Miss Potter, tell the class the answer," His voice stayed the same but there was a softer quality there. Harry had been concentrating on the professor's projections.
His projections are so muted. I guess that's the best you can do with Occlumency? Wait, uh, nostalgia? Longing? Oh shit. Is he a pedo? And Going after Rose?
"We use silver knives because the ingredients used for beginner potions cannot have any poisonous properties and the silver knife is sufficient enough as an early warning sign because all poisons that could potentially occur in beginner materials would tarnish the silver. It's also easier to sharpen and you can shave it off for certain potions that require silver dust or bits." Rose spoke quickly. Oh, she's feeling very uncomfortable. Harry saw Rose rubbing his hands together as if to reassure herself. "Silver knives also tend to cause traces of silver to be imbued in the potion you are brewing which generally have an enhancing effect for simple potions that are used for healing.
"Ten points to Gryffindor, Excellent answer." Snape nodded, eyes softening. He glared again instantly. Harry looked around to see looks of confusion amongst everyone. Without warning, he was hit with a concentrated projection of hostility the moment Snape's gaze fell upon him. What the hell? he was so mute and now it's just clear as day. More even. More than that even. How?... and why? "Mr. Potter! Tell me what ingredient properties you'll be learning about this year!" His raised voice merely sounded louder instead of sounding like a shout.
I know the answer for this, if I remember correctly... "There's growth, calmness, heat, cure, and… force," Harry was pretty sure that he answered correctly.
Disdain, disappointment. Did I answer incorrectly? "Correct," Snape sniffed then averted his attention to another student. The projection… it's gone? No it's still there but muted again. You can do that with projection? But what's the point… huh? "Mr. Malfoy. Tell me-"
Did I imagine that jealousy under all that emotion?
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The class ended three hours later. They ended up brewing a simple bruise balm that the professor vanished from everyone's cauldron after he inspected them. Harry has a mild suspicion that the man was after Rose, but he seemed to be a master Occlumens judging by his ability to control his emotional projection to that degree, so Harry couldn't say for sure that he was a pedophile. At the very least he's making Rose very uncomfortable and he felt that he must do something about that.
The other clue aside from his emotion was his action. He clearly favored Rose. Even when Hermione answered his sudden questions during class with detailed and complete answers, all he did was disparage her for being 'lengthy and wasting his class time'. He also clearly favored his own house. He gave out points for every correct answer and good performance by any Slytherin students and seem to be holding the Gryffindor to a higher, unachievable standard. Except for Rose. While she was exceptional at potions herself, there's a marked difference in treatment even compared to how he treated his Slytherin students.
He would never fail to praise Rose. He doesn't even praise his house's students much beyond a simple 'Good'. With Rose he would say 'Excellent answer' or 'Perfect attempt'.
The other students definitely noticed it and it wasn't just Harry who felt the weird favoritism. Students whispered to each other when they came out of the class to discuss about the very topic. Harry decided to take his sister's hand as she walked in front of him and pulled her to walk off with him.
When they turned a corner Rose started talking. "See why I wanted you…"
Harry turned. "Is he a pedophile?" Confusion.
She looked puzzled. "What's a... Pedof- what?" oh come on, she doesn't know?
They turned a corner and took the stairs up. "Like, an adult who like children,"
"Well, what's wrong with that?" She's still confused.
"Umm... Argh, let's find a place to talk first,"
They walked in silence to the 8th floor and exited through a wooden door that led to the roof of the castle lined with merlons. On one side. The wind was blowing lightly and there were several ornate metal benches perched against the wall. They sat down on the closest bench and Rose immediately hugged him.
"Umm..." The feeling Harry felt from Rose was almost overwhelming. Uncomfortableness, disgust. What did that… git, projected at Rose?
Rose met Harry's eyes. "Just let me stay like this for a bit…" the memories that hung around Rose's mind held very deep disgust and uncomfortableness with them. A hand on the shoulder, intense stare while she brewed potions and writing. A not-so-subtle sniff at her hair while he leaned in to correct her essay?! That bloody creep! That settles it. Kill.
No. I gotta get rid of him. But I can't just manipulate him. Wait is pedophilia it even illegal or frowned upon here? Damn, it has to be, right? There's no way its… but that might be why Rose don't know…
Harry looked at Rose burying her head into his chest. She wasn't crying but she was really upset and trying to comfort herself. He sighed and wrapped his arm around her and patting her on the back.
"…"
Harry gazed on the tower on the other side of the walkway. He was pretty sure that yesterday's astronomy class were held on the top of that tower but he wasn't sure. There wasn't any clear indication, all he hoped was that professor Sinistra wasn't at her office. She seemed to have a similar attitude towards teasing people like Sheda have. Harry often saw the two professors sitting together and whispering something to each other.
He had a problem at that very moment. Rose was asleep. He's not sure what he should do. He needed to go and meet professor Flitwick soon.
After several moments of contemplation, he had to do it. He shook Rose to wake her up.
*Shake shake*
No respond. "Rose, I need to go meet professor Flitwick,"
*Shake shake*
She's still sleeping. He groaned. Please don't make me carry you down to the other building later.
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Harry had to carry her down. Which wasn't hard using his telekinesis. With Rose on his back, he knocked the door of the Charms professor's office.
The door openned and the short professor was looking slightly up at the two students. The joy of seeing Harry became confusion after noticing Rose. "Uh, is everything alright Mister Potter?"
"She's just asleep, may I come in?" Harry panted slightly. He wasn't that tired but he had to keep up appearance.
"Of course, of course!" Harry carried Rose inside and looked for a place to put her. The professor flicked his wand at a chair beside his table and it turned into an ornate and comfortable looking sofa.
"Thanks professor," Harry nodded gratefully.
"Ah, it's my job," He went to his seat and sat down as Harry carefully placed rose onto the transfigured furniture. He sat down on the chair next to it.
"Sorry for being late professor, Rose was upset and she wanted to uh, rant," Harry wasn't sure how to explain the whole situation.
"It's fine, sometimes things just happen," His facial expression was soft. There's a weird feeling that I can't… describe? It doesn't feel bad though. It's warm… loving perhaps?
"So, you wanted to-" Harry couldn't finish his question.
"Yes, so I wanted to see what progress you've made trying to emulate my performance and perhaps nudge you in the right direction," His voice was cheerful and almost impatient to see what he could do.
Harry nodded and raised his right hand with the palm up. An orb of light instantly appeared. With a look of concentration, the ball flew up and travelled in a circle around him. Professor Flitwick clapped his hand excitedly. Harry didn't seem to noticed and was just concentrating. He conjured another ball of light and made the two orbs fly around him in circles. He dropped his hand and tried to make the two balls change color separately but the most he could achieve is changing them both at the same time.
Still looking excited the professor asked. "Were you trying to change each of them to a different color?"
Harry let his concentration drop and the two green light ball disappeared. He nodded. "I'm working on it,"
"That was already very impressive Mister Potter, it takes a while for magic to be infused into our being and be able to just manifest!" He held out the wand in his hand to create a cloud of butterflies that existed for at least one second. "Doing that without a wand at your age? Unprecedented!"
Oh, was I supposed to practice with the wand? "Oh, should I be focusing more doing magic with a wand?
The professor held his words back and took a moment to think. "Hmm, I'd like to say no, but I don't have a solid understanding of its effect. But I do believe that improving your wandless capability and finesse would directly translate to your wand skill, I and many other experienced that ourselves… But!" He crossed his arms. "Each one of us were already very adept witches and wizards. Masters of our fields perhaps. Which is why I can't say for sure that the improvement we saw would be the same for you,"
Harry contemplated on that. "I think I find wandless magic easier in a way,"
That caused Flitwick's eyebrow to flick up. "Oh?"
"There's less… extra movement that I didn't cause in the magic, it's like I can control every single aspect of the spell that way, I just don't really know how yet,"
"Fascinating, simply fascinating!" he clapped again. "So, are you imitating the movement of magic caused by the wand when you cast your spell wandlessly?"
"Umm… I'm not sure, I think the wand does more things and I'm really more imitating the most prominent effect for now because I can't… understand the movement?" Beckoned by the professor's nod he continued. "I think it's different, like, with a wand I have to do more because… the magic isn't as connected to my will?"
"Exactly! Oh, this is such a delight!" the happiness and joy that was projected from the professor almost overwhelmed Harry's sense. Flitwick looked straight at Harry again. "I think I shall retract my statement. You should do your best to cast all the spell you learnt wandlessly Mister Potter!"
"O- ok?" He's not quite sure how to respond.
"I was worried that those exact difference would hinder your progress, but I think I was just thinking too much," He shook his head. "The reason my wand skills improved when I practiced wandless magic was because of the closeness of this connection, it allowed me to shorten the gap of the bridge my wand created when casting magic!" He brandished his wand. "I think your mastery could be… unparalleled,"
Harry was excited. Well, that sounds great, but I mean, really? "Really?"
He laughed. "Well, it depends on you, I do hope you will put yourself to work as hard as you can," he hummed a short tune. "But do enjoy yourself, there's more to life after all," Nostalgia again. I really don't get that feeling.
"Well, I enjoy magic?" he tilted his head.
Flitwick laughed again. "Ah, I wonder why you aren't in my house Mister Potter," he sighed
"Well, Rose wanted to be in Gryffindor,"
Eyes blinked from across the table. "Oh?"
Is it really that odd? "Yeah, I didn't really care which house to go in,"
He nodded. "I see, well you two were separated for so long..." Sadness...? He glanced at Rose "Did something happen?"
That's rather direct of him. "Well, I knew Rose would be upset if we're in different houses?"
The professor chuckled. "No, no, sorry," he coughed. "I meant about you carrying her here, I hope it wasn't a far walk,"
Oh. "She was... well... there's something weird that happened in class?" does the project start here? should I?
Shock. "Do tell me," He leaned forward.
Harry turned to look at Rose. What's the best way to go about this? "I'm not sure how to..."
"Just start from the beginning," Flitwick maintained the kind look on his face.
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There was a lot of concern coming from the professor.
There's also denial, skepticism, but those just come and go sort of emotion so I think he won't like, just dismiss it. His shield seemed pretty solid and consistent, so no chance for deeper insight. It's just so much easier to manipulate normal people man, now there's so many complicated things to navigate.
The short professor sat quietly, hand on his chin, thinking. Harry watched him closely from beside Rose. hmm, relief, apprehension, oh anger, I think that's him trying to calm himself? oh cold steel that concentration... I've never felt that before. That's pretty amazing, is that a function of occlumency too?
After a while professor Flitwick asked Harry. "Do you mind if I... discuss this with our deputy headmistress?"
"That's alright, I trust Minnie- uh umm... professor McGonagall..." Harry looked down to show embarassment. I wonder how that went.
Silence made him look up again to the familiar kind look on Flitwick's face. he raised his right arm on the table and rested his head on his hand. "She's a wonderful professor is she not?"
Well, that's not the reaction I hoped for, but its fine? "She's the best..."
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Rose woke up on Harry's back. Going up six flights of stairs in a row finally woke her up.
Harry could feel her 'coming back to life'. Comfort. calmness. confusion, realization. and there's the embarrassment. she's fully awake now.
"H-Harry..." her head buried into his back.
"Yes Rose," His tone was clearly amused.
Her voice was muffled by clothing. "You can... put me down now..."
"We're close to the tower already, just one more stair," hah, suffer!
She fell quiet and tightened her grip on him.
"..."
"Honour," the Fat Lady watched the pair incredulously and didn't say a word.
Harry finally let her down right in front of the stairs for the girl's tower. He told his now very bashful sister to freshen herself up for dinner and she ran away after nodding.
Everyone else were already having dinner so the house was empty. Harry spent time practicing the light spell with professor Flitwick's advices in mind.
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Broomstick. yes.
The more Harry thought about it the more ridiculous it becomes in his mind. Again, why? It was a lovely Thursday morning and the first years of Gryffindor and Slytherin were standing in regular formation, each student standing beside enchanted brooms of various quality and condition. Madam Hooch, as she insisted to be called, looked like she was a lot younger than Minnie to Harry, He wondered if she was even old enough to be using glamors.
The lesson was easy enough, they all hovered for a bit and the instructor made them try moving forward in batches, always having her wand in hand in case a student lost control of their broom. The lesson went well until Neville's broom did a sudden plunge to the ground. It was too sudden for Madam Hooch to react. Fortunately, he was just bruised and opted to sit on the sideline for the rest of the lesson.
The problem that day happened after the lesson.
"Harry please do something..."
Rose was practically begging Harry to help Neville out. Draco was holding onto Neville's Remembrall and being an utter prat. Mocking and provoking the quiet and chubby boy.
"Are you not the heir of the 'Powerful' Longbottom house? Come on, take it!" Draco levitated the ball just out of his reach. Neville desperately reached out but Draco raised it higher every time he tried.
Do I have to? Harry and Rose were at the other side of the courtyard. I could've just walked away but, Rose is fond of that guy. Maaan.
Harry felt like he didn't really have any other real choice so he just walked straight across to where the incident was happening. Ugh... This reminds me of Dumbkin so much. Kill. I really want to punch this guy's face. Can I? Fuck... I'll get in trouble though. The style, the posture. I guess all bullies have that same attitude to them. Kill.
"Mind stopping? Heir. Malfoy." Harry concentrated his whole Legilimency sense on him. God his clueless face is like Dumbley too.
"What," Confusion. He... Really? You've never had a thing in your life be against you? Kill. Harry watched the multicolored ball fall from Draco's lapse in concentration and Neville barely managed to save it from smashing onto the ground.
"Cool, see ya," Harry turned back and started to walk away. Hostility. Three sources.
"Rather brave of you to disrespect me like that. Heir. Potter!" Draco repeated his enunciation from before.
Harry turned around. Draco and his two large friends pointed their wands at him, their grip tight. Kill. Argh wait. Think. Hmm. I mean I could just let them do what they want, Stupid git doing this in public. In the end, I win. He couldn't help but smirk that enraged Draco so much he casted a spell.
"Cicatrix!" White light burst from Draco's wand and his him right in the chest.
There's a force, like a punch, Harry's breath went out of his chest but he didn't fall. He held his chest, quietly gasping for air. That, was unexpected. But that wasn't too bad. Gloating, Triumph. Heh. Kill.
Harry straightened up. Not even glaring at the blond boy. He couldn't get rid of the smirk on his face. "That's it?"
The next minute was full of pain and uncomfortableness. Kill.
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It's really not that bad.
Well, I almost lost control and did something. Almost. Kill. Oh, piss off. This stupid bloody voice in my head.
A prefect saw what was happening earlier and had called a professor over. Harry couldn't quite tell how long he was mercilessly bludgeoned with spell after spell. He never fell down to the ground once, which he was pretty pleased with himself for.
He briefly saw Rose being held back by the other girls in his house at the start of everything. Hermione was right in front of her pushing his twin back. Which he was grateful for. That would've been a bit complicated. Thankfully the prefect brought Minnie over and the fury that she exuded could be felt even in his drowsy state at the time. The bad news was that professor Snape was also called up by a questionably well-meaning student.
Apparently, the tension in the air was so thick you couldn't cut them with a knife if you wanted to. Harry wasn't quite sure what it meant but he didn't ask Hermione to clarify. Apparently, professor Snape had 'vetoed'- whatever that means- Minnie and had taken over the punishment for the three bullies. What punishment awaited them was unknown but Hermione heard that the suspected to be a pedophile professor tended to be very lenient with student of his own house. Hermione seem to be satisfied enough with Slytherin losing three hundred house points.
Kill. Why are they not expelled? What the hell. Like, they did it right in front of everyone like the idiots they are! Kill. Oh. Argh, don't tell me like, there's some sort of weird law thing! Kill. Kill. Shut up!
Well, at least people seem to think I'm amazing. Just standing there and taking all those curses and spells without even making a single sound. Though apparently Rose said it was creepy how my smile never went away. Which Harry was a bit opposed to. It's a smirk! Not a smile! Rose was angry about that because that had caused Draco and his two followers to become more vicious as the second passed by.
Madam Pomfrey said that he has to stay in the hospital overnight. While the bruises and curses that hit him was numerous and compounded, they were all low powered apparently and they were dispelled and would heal quickly.
Minnie came over after his sister and her friends had left for lunch. The conversation was interesting. Harry asked her why they weren't expelled at the very least and the answer was simply politics. Draco's father was apparently on the school's board of director and it would cause a huge problem for everyone if she decided there and then to expel them. And because she couldn't bring them up to the headmaster first before professor Snape brought them into his authority, she didn't have the power to overrule him due to how the school policy worked.
Well, that's a load of bull. But I guess that means in this school. Things… just have to be done- Smile -Quietly.
Professor Bathsheda came by too along with professor Flitwick. Both of them expressed their frustration with how things were. Sheda 'subtly' promised to look out for the three and be extra harsh on them for Harry and while Harry had felt disapproval from professor Flitwick during Sheda's rant, he didn't actually rebuff the, in this case, taller professor.
A group of surprising guests came by. An entourage of four Slytherin students came. Three of whom Harry was more acquainted with, the one he didn't recognize was a Prefect, Gemma Farley. She was apparently chaperoning them since 'hate was high' at the time towards Slytherin. The reason was that professor Snape had assigned the three a mere week of detention with himself personally. It was well known within Slytherin that he was Draco's godfather which does not gain him much goodwill, even if most in the house would be willing to give him a lot of leeway. That fact escaped the house into the school's gossip pool and just sharply escalated the tension by a significant margin. He also felt that Daphne was sadder than others who visited and that made Harry shudder inside.
"Well, I just have to change tactics," he said quietly to Daphne. She had whispered that she'd try to use her influence to do something. Harry shook his head at her and told her not to worry. She didn't seem convinced but agreed to back down.
I really just want to... Try being a bully.
I mean it seems fun?
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