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Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 13
Harry walked to the nearest end of the Hall. He looked around for
Mortority. He was sat halfway between Harry and Ron. Harry couldn't see
his wand. Dumbledore asked,
"Ready?" Harry was almost sure he could hear worry in his voice. Ron
nodded, and so did Harry. Then the green sparks shone over his head.
"Expelliarmus!" The spells collided, but Harry had another ready. He sent
the giggling charm at Ron, who doubled over in laughter. Harry saw
Mortority get out his wand.
"Reducto!" He shouted, but Ron sent another curse and they collided.
Harry looked, but Mortority had gone. Where was he? Ron had got control
of himself, so Harry said the first spell into his head.
"Petrificus Totalus!" But something was wrong. The light from his wand
was too strong, the spell was too powerful. It hit Ron and sent him right
across the room, slamming into the wall with a sickening thump. Harry
was speechless, rooted to the spot. That spell was supposed to be mostly
harmless, he thought it would just make Ron rigid so he'd fall over.
There was a kind of stunned subdued clapping from the hall. Harry went
to run to Ron's side where Madam Pomfrey was seeing to him, but felt
someone hold him back. He turned, and it was Mortority. He had been
standing right behind Harry.
"No no, Potter, stay where you are. Last opponent."
"What did you do to him!" Snarled Harry. Mortority whispered back.
"Temper temper. I just tripled the force of your spell that's all. He'll
recover. I must leave you now, so you can win the first round." Harry
looked over his shoulder. Neville had replaced Ron, who was being
floated out of the room, Hermione at his side. Neville was eyeing him
warily. It was Harry's turn to grab Mortority.
"If anything happens to him," Harry spoke quietly and calmly, but with
more certainty than he'd ever had in his life, "I'll kill you." At first
Mortority smirked at him, but on seeing the determination in those green
eyes, the smile dropped, and he merely nodded. Dumbledore had taken the
stage, and was watching Harry with an unreadable expression.
"Everyone please be calm. Ronald Weasley will be perfectly fine, Mr
Potter was perhaps a little overzealous, but not outside the rules of the
competition. That means the next duel will decide the winner of the first
round." Harry turned his head and stared at Mortority again. The Death
Eater looked away. Harry heard Dumbledore say,
"Ready?" He saw Neville glance at the headmaster, then nod slightly.
Harry prayed Neville would stick to the plan, he had to disarm him before
Mortority stepped in. Harry nodded too. The green sparks went up.
Neville sent jelly legs at him, and Harry dodged. Harry shouted,
"Reducto!" But it was met by another spell mid air. He had to startle
Neville into dropping his wand, but how? Then it came to him. He
expertly dodged a giggling spell sent by Neville, concentrated very hard
and bellowed,
"Expecto Patronum!" The brilliant glowing stag erupted form his wand
and charged at Neville, who jumped out of the way, over the line. The
sparkling animal turned and reared up on it's back legs, drawing an
"Oooo!!" from the crowd. Then it turned and walked patiently back to
Harry. Just as it got to him, Harry was sure he saw it look over his
shoulder and it's eyes narrow, but then it was gone.
Harry didn't even look up to see his name move into the winner's
position, he tore out of the Hall towards the hospital wing. When he
skidded to a halt outside, still clutching his wand and out of breath, he saw
Hermione sat by an unconscious Ron. Her eyes looked a little red.
"Hermione....." Harry trailed off, not knowing what to say. She didn't
even look up. "Hermione....please, I didn't mean.......I wasn't trying to...."
"What is it Harry?" She interrupted and looked up. "What is it that's so
important to make you do this? What are you going to wish for?" She
looked so sad, but like this one thing from him could make everything
better. He looked away. There was nothing he could think of that would
excuse what happened to Ron. Realising there was nothing he could do
here, he turned to go. Hermione didn't stop him.
Dumbledore was outside. He was looking through the window at Ron.
"Poppy assures me he'll be fine in a day or so." Harry nodded mutely,
looking at the floor. Then Harry felt pressure under his chin, and lifted his
head. He looked Dumbledore in those twinkling eyes.
"Harry, whatever it is, whatever is happening, you can always come to
me. Always. Nothing is worth being all alone."
"Oh I quite agree." Mortority had appeared next to Dumbledore. The
Headmaster let go of Harry and turned to Mortority.
"What do you think happened, Professor?" Dumbledore asked, fixing him
with his gaze. Mortority looked at Harry.
"I think the lad is stronger than any of us thought." Dumbledore looked at
him a moment longer, then turned back to Harry.
"Remember what I said." Then he left.
"A Patronus. I don't believe I would have thought of that." Harry stepped
around him to leave. As he walked away, he heard Mortority say,
"This isn't over yet, Harry. You've only just begun."
When Harry got to his common room, he was greeted by complete silence.
He hadn't expected anything else. Head down, he walked straight through
and up the stairs to his dorm. However when he got up there, he saw
Neville at on his bed. Neville looked up, then looked back at his book.
Harry went over to his own bed and pulled the hangings around it. So, the
whole of Griffindor thought he was willing to injure his best friend to get
what he wanted. Harry had no idea who had won the first round for the
other years. He hoped it wasn't anyone he knew. Cheering erupted from
down the stairs, a winner must have entered. Harry could make out the
words, " Well done Fred!" Harry couldn't help it. Tears stung at his eyes.
To keep his last family alive he was losing everything else. He turned and
buried his face in his pillow. The cheering died down, and he could hear
muffled voices. Then he heard someone shout, "WHAT?" Then someone
running up the stairs. Harry quickly tried to dry his face, but wasn't fast
enough.
"Harry what the hell did you......" Fred sounded angrier than he'd ever
heard him, but stopped when he saw the state of Harry. Harry didn't wait
for anyone to say anything else, he got up and ran from the room, past the
shocked Griffindors and through the portrait. He had no idea where to go.
If he told anyone it was Mortority, not him, would he find out? Did he
have eyes everywhere? He stumbled blindly through the corridors, then
heard his name.
"Harry?" He turned around, not knowing who to expect, and would have
never have guessed correctly anyway. It was Draco Malfoy.
Harry was so shocked Malfoy had used his first name he didn't even
reply.
"Look, er….I need to talk to you." Harry partially regained his senses.
"You, Malfoy, want to talk to me?" Malfoy quickly looked around.
"Not here, somewhere else." Harry glared at him and started to walk
away.
"Look, it's important. It's about ….Mortority." Harry stopped and turned
around. He realised he'd never seen Draco look serious, he usually was
sneering or smirking at him. Right now he looked a little harassed.
Thinking he had no-where else to go, he shrugged and followed Draco
down the corridor. He led him to an empty classroom. Malfoy said
abruptly,
"I saw what happened. I saw what he did. I was watching for it."
"You saw what who did?" said Harry carefully. Much as he disliked
Malfoy, he didn't want to get him killed.
"Mortority!" Malfoy whispered. "He did something to your spell and
Weasley went flying!"
"Really?" asked Harry, trying to sound surprised. Draco glared at him.
"Stop trying to act dumb Potter. I'm not sure what's happening, but I
know he helped you win. And I know my father has mentioned his name,
and sounded afraid when he did."
"What are you trying to tell me Malfoy?"
"I'm trying to tell you to get out. He's a powerful Dark wizard, and he's
obviously told you something so you'll listen to him."
"What do you care?" Draco was too close to the truth, so Harry had turned
hostile again. Draco sighed.
"Well, one reason is, I'm not as easily led as people around here think. I'm
no-one's lapdog, and don't fancy seeing you splattered all over the Great
Hall. The main reason though is I want that wish. At least a fair fight for
it."
"Well I'm being fair. No-one's helping me. In case you haven't noticed,
Mortority and I don't exactly get on." Draco's old sneer returned.
"Fine, Potter. Get yourself killed. But I'm going to win that wish." Draco
turned on his heel and left. Harry breathed deeply. That was too close.
Had anyone else noticed Mortority's actions?
Harry didn't go back to the common room until most people had gone to
bed. He walked in, wishing he had The Marauders Map so he'd know
who was still up. There was someone by the fire talking, but he couldn't
see who it was. A few first years looked his way, then whispered.
Deciding to go to sleep, or at least get his invisibility cloak, Harry headed
again to the stairs. Whoever was chatting by the fire stopped as he walked
past, but he carried on up the stairs. Inside, the sight of Ron's empty bed
depressed him even more. Neville was asleep, so were Dean and Seamus.
Harry decided to do some late night homework. He didn't want to face
any nightmares just yet. He dug around in his trunk for his cloak and his
Care of Magical Creatures homework, then noticed the glow of the
Pensieve Crystal in his cauldron. Once again after using it, he watched the
images swirl. When he saw Ron thrown across the room, he quickly
wrapped the crystal up again and put it quietly back in his trunk. He felt a
little more awake as he snuck back to the common room under his cloak.
From this side he could see it was Fred and George sat by the fire. He sat
down, covering a small table with his cloak like a tent and started reading
up on the Psygators, but couldn't help listening to the conversation.
"….and we'd be able to distribute all over the world! Weasley Wizard
Wheezes in Hong Kong!" The other twin laughed.
"Well, you'll have to win first. Another week till the next round."
"Yeah, up against my kid sister. What if she beats me?" Harry's ears
pricked up. Ginny? Ginny had won for her year?
"Yeah she might, that's if Harry doesn't put you in hospital first." Harry
felt his face go red. There was a pause by the fire.
"I just don't get it. That's so unlike him, he's never hurt anyone."
"I know, and you should have seen him afterwards. I've never seen him
sad even, let alone that upset."
"What do you mean?"
"George, the guy was oblivious we were even there. Face all red, he just
ran out. He only came back just now. Hermione tried looking for him
when she knew how upset he was, but she said she couldn't find him
anywhere."
"Very dodgy. Something must be up other than the competition. What
would he even do with the wish?"
"Hermione said he won't tell her. Clams up whenever she asks. She's
going to look at the first ever wishes, but, I just don't know. I can't figure
it out." Harry couldn't listen anymore. He packed up and went to bed,
keeping the cloak wrapped around him. Dreams or no dreams, the waking
world was too much for him right now.
He was back in the room again. The purple glow from the ceiling filtered
down on Sirius, who seemed asleep. He looked around, Voldemort was in
a corner concentrating on something. Suddenly, he looked straight at
Harry, and Harry grasped his head in pain.
"So, spying on me again Harry?" Harry cried out it hurt so much.
"Well, I'm afraid I'm busy. But don't worry, we'll talk again soon." Harry
screamed, someone had grabbed his arms and was shaking him.
Harry's eyes snapped open, to see the worried faces of Seamus and Dean.
He could see Neville sat up in bed looking scared.
"Harry? Harry are you ok?" He looked at them blankly, still shaking a
little. Then he remembered where he was.
"Um, yes. Yeah I think so. I'm ok, just a nightmare."
"Some nightmare! I bet you woke the whole house!"
"Um, sorry." Satisfied he was alright, they turned to go back to bed, then
"BRRRRRiiiiiiinnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!!" Dean dove for his muggle alarm
clock, pounding the top. It was Monday, back to lessons. Harry had
forgotten. Then Seamus said,
"Why'd you set that thing, it's the Slytherin's first round today, no
lessons!" A few pillows were thrown at Dean. Slytherin's first round?
Would Mortority interfere there as well? Harry wasn't sure. He decided to
go and watch to see for himself.
Harry didn't want to be stared at like a psycho again, and wanted to
observe Mortority, so wore his Invisibility cloak. What with dodging
people in the common room and corridors, Harry got to the Hall late. He
figured if Mortority wasn't there he'd be one of the other sites, which
included the Quidditch pitch and the Care of Magical Creatures paddocks.
He looked at the board as he sat down. The fifth year again. Pansy
Parkinson had been sent out by Goyle, Crabbe had been sent out by
Milicent Bulistrode, and Harry saw Malfoy's name move down as his
opponent had to be carried from the room. Harry sat away from everyone.
He saw Mortority chatting with Professor Snape. What if they were
working together? Harry knew Dumbledore trusted Snape, but he seemed
to trust Mortority too. Harry saw the names flashing, then Malfoy's
glowed. The next duel was Goyle v Milicent.
It started out alright, spells hitting each other mid air. Harry kept a watch
on Mortority, but he seemed to be enjoying it. The opponents were
stepping closer and closer together, trying to get a spell out before it was
blocked. Then Milicent seemed to abandon her wand, and punched Goyle
in the face. Being built like a barge, this sent him sprawling on the floor.
The Hall cheered, but it was Goyle's name that moved down, not
Milicent's. Dumbledore took the stage.
"I'm afraid it is stated in the rules that the duel is to be strictly magical.
I'm afraid Miss Bulistrode is disqualified, so our last duel will be
between…" Then he gestured to the wall where the names Goyle v Malfoy
were glowing. Milicent had to dragged from the floor. Malfoy swaggered
as usual into her place, but Harry wasn't watching. He instead saw
Mortority become a lot more alert and sit up straight. Something was
going to happen. The green sparks went up.
"Expelliarmus!" A shower of bright sparks. Mortority stood up. Goyle
shouted a spell harry didn't know, and there were a few hisses from the
hall. Malfoy dodged it easily though. Then, surprising Harry a little,
Malfoy used the jelly legs curse. Goyle's legs seemed to want to go off in
different directions. Mortority was smiling. Harry saw his wand in his
hand. Just as Goyle was getting control back, Mortority mad a tiny
movement to the left with his wand. Goyle seemed to fall backwards, but
Harry would bet he felt like he was pushed. Harry expected to see Draco
grinning from ear to ear, but he wasn't. He was staring at Mortority, his
face unreadable.
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Author's notes: Will you look at the size of this chapter?!?! Anyway, hope
everyone's still liking it. Key, did you mean it can't get any worse for
Harry or my writing can't get any worse? Just wondering. Well we are
about two thirds through now people. I'll say now I won't be including
every lesson cos what's the point if they don't advance the plot? Also not
getting into stuff like prefects etc. Anywayyy, next chapter we shall see
some Quidditch action, hogsmeade and shall run into an old friend. Please
R&R, next chapter tonight or tommorrow. If I don't write this fast the plot
will leak out my ears or something. Oh and be gentle on me, this is still
my first fic. :)
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Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 13
Harry walked to the nearest end of the Hall. He looked around for
Mortority. He was sat halfway between Harry and Ron. Harry couldn't see
his wand. Dumbledore asked,
"Ready?" Harry was almost sure he could hear worry in his voice. Ron
nodded, and so did Harry. Then the green sparks shone over his head.
"Expelliarmus!" The spells collided, but Harry had another ready. He sent
the giggling charm at Ron, who doubled over in laughter. Harry saw
Mortority get out his wand.
"Reducto!" He shouted, but Ron sent another curse and they collided.
Harry looked, but Mortority had gone. Where was he? Ron had got control
of himself, so Harry said the first spell into his head.
"Petrificus Totalus!" But something was wrong. The light from his wand
was too strong, the spell was too powerful. It hit Ron and sent him right
across the room, slamming into the wall with a sickening thump. Harry
was speechless, rooted to the spot. That spell was supposed to be mostly
harmless, he thought it would just make Ron rigid so he'd fall over.
There was a kind of stunned subdued clapping from the hall. Harry went
to run to Ron's side where Madam Pomfrey was seeing to him, but felt
someone hold him back. He turned, and it was Mortority. He had been
standing right behind Harry.
"No no, Potter, stay where you are. Last opponent."
"What did you do to him!" Snarled Harry. Mortority whispered back.
"Temper temper. I just tripled the force of your spell that's all. He'll
recover. I must leave you now, so you can win the first round." Harry
looked over his shoulder. Neville had replaced Ron, who was being
floated out of the room, Hermione at his side. Neville was eyeing him
warily. It was Harry's turn to grab Mortority.
"If anything happens to him," Harry spoke quietly and calmly, but with
more certainty than he'd ever had in his life, "I'll kill you." At first
Mortority smirked at him, but on seeing the determination in those green
eyes, the smile dropped, and he merely nodded. Dumbledore had taken the
stage, and was watching Harry with an unreadable expression.
"Everyone please be calm. Ronald Weasley will be perfectly fine, Mr
Potter was perhaps a little overzealous, but not outside the rules of the
competition. That means the next duel will decide the winner of the first
round." Harry turned his head and stared at Mortority again. The Death
Eater looked away. Harry heard Dumbledore say,
"Ready?" He saw Neville glance at the headmaster, then nod slightly.
Harry prayed Neville would stick to the plan, he had to disarm him before
Mortority stepped in. Harry nodded too. The green sparks went up.
Neville sent jelly legs at him, and Harry dodged. Harry shouted,
"Reducto!" But it was met by another spell mid air. He had to startle
Neville into dropping his wand, but how? Then it came to him. He
expertly dodged a giggling spell sent by Neville, concentrated very hard
and bellowed,
"Expecto Patronum!" The brilliant glowing stag erupted form his wand
and charged at Neville, who jumped out of the way, over the line. The
sparkling animal turned and reared up on it's back legs, drawing an
"Oooo!!" from the crowd. Then it turned and walked patiently back to
Harry. Just as it got to him, Harry was sure he saw it look over his
shoulder and it's eyes narrow, but then it was gone.
Harry didn't even look up to see his name move into the winner's
position, he tore out of the Hall towards the hospital wing. When he
skidded to a halt outside, still clutching his wand and out of breath, he saw
Hermione sat by an unconscious Ron. Her eyes looked a little red.
"Hermione....." Harry trailed off, not knowing what to say. She didn't
even look up. "Hermione....please, I didn't mean.......I wasn't trying to...."
"What is it Harry?" She interrupted and looked up. "What is it that's so
important to make you do this? What are you going to wish for?" She
looked so sad, but like this one thing from him could make everything
better. He looked away. There was nothing he could think of that would
excuse what happened to Ron. Realising there was nothing he could do
here, he turned to go. Hermione didn't stop him.
Dumbledore was outside. He was looking through the window at Ron.
"Poppy assures me he'll be fine in a day or so." Harry nodded mutely,
looking at the floor. Then Harry felt pressure under his chin, and lifted his
head. He looked Dumbledore in those twinkling eyes.
"Harry, whatever it is, whatever is happening, you can always come to
me. Always. Nothing is worth being all alone."
"Oh I quite agree." Mortority had appeared next to Dumbledore. The
Headmaster let go of Harry and turned to Mortority.
"What do you think happened, Professor?" Dumbledore asked, fixing him
with his gaze. Mortority looked at Harry.
"I think the lad is stronger than any of us thought." Dumbledore looked at
him a moment longer, then turned back to Harry.
"Remember what I said." Then he left.
"A Patronus. I don't believe I would have thought of that." Harry stepped
around him to leave. As he walked away, he heard Mortority say,
"This isn't over yet, Harry. You've only just begun."
When Harry got to his common room, he was greeted by complete silence.
He hadn't expected anything else. Head down, he walked straight through
and up the stairs to his dorm. However when he got up there, he saw
Neville at on his bed. Neville looked up, then looked back at his book.
Harry went over to his own bed and pulled the hangings around it. So, the
whole of Griffindor thought he was willing to injure his best friend to get
what he wanted. Harry had no idea who had won the first round for the
other years. He hoped it wasn't anyone he knew. Cheering erupted from
down the stairs, a winner must have entered. Harry could make out the
words, " Well done Fred!" Harry couldn't help it. Tears stung at his eyes.
To keep his last family alive he was losing everything else. He turned and
buried his face in his pillow. The cheering died down, and he could hear
muffled voices. Then he heard someone shout, "WHAT?" Then someone
running up the stairs. Harry quickly tried to dry his face, but wasn't fast
enough.
"Harry what the hell did you......" Fred sounded angrier than he'd ever
heard him, but stopped when he saw the state of Harry. Harry didn't wait
for anyone to say anything else, he got up and ran from the room, past the
shocked Griffindors and through the portrait. He had no idea where to go.
If he told anyone it was Mortority, not him, would he find out? Did he
have eyes everywhere? He stumbled blindly through the corridors, then
heard his name.
"Harry?" He turned around, not knowing who to expect, and would have
never have guessed correctly anyway. It was Draco Malfoy.
Harry was so shocked Malfoy had used his first name he didn't even
reply.
"Look, er….I need to talk to you." Harry partially regained his senses.
"You, Malfoy, want to talk to me?" Malfoy quickly looked around.
"Not here, somewhere else." Harry glared at him and started to walk
away.
"Look, it's important. It's about ….Mortority." Harry stopped and turned
around. He realised he'd never seen Draco look serious, he usually was
sneering or smirking at him. Right now he looked a little harassed.
Thinking he had no-where else to go, he shrugged and followed Draco
down the corridor. He led him to an empty classroom. Malfoy said
abruptly,
"I saw what happened. I saw what he did. I was watching for it."
"You saw what who did?" said Harry carefully. Much as he disliked
Malfoy, he didn't want to get him killed.
"Mortority!" Malfoy whispered. "He did something to your spell and
Weasley went flying!"
"Really?" asked Harry, trying to sound surprised. Draco glared at him.
"Stop trying to act dumb Potter. I'm not sure what's happening, but I
know he helped you win. And I know my father has mentioned his name,
and sounded afraid when he did."
"What are you trying to tell me Malfoy?"
"I'm trying to tell you to get out. He's a powerful Dark wizard, and he's
obviously told you something so you'll listen to him."
"What do you care?" Draco was too close to the truth, so Harry had turned
hostile again. Draco sighed.
"Well, one reason is, I'm not as easily led as people around here think. I'm
no-one's lapdog, and don't fancy seeing you splattered all over the Great
Hall. The main reason though is I want that wish. At least a fair fight for
it."
"Well I'm being fair. No-one's helping me. In case you haven't noticed,
Mortority and I don't exactly get on." Draco's old sneer returned.
"Fine, Potter. Get yourself killed. But I'm going to win that wish." Draco
turned on his heel and left. Harry breathed deeply. That was too close.
Had anyone else noticed Mortority's actions?
Harry didn't go back to the common room until most people had gone to
bed. He walked in, wishing he had The Marauders Map so he'd know
who was still up. There was someone by the fire talking, but he couldn't
see who it was. A few first years looked his way, then whispered.
Deciding to go to sleep, or at least get his invisibility cloak, Harry headed
again to the stairs. Whoever was chatting by the fire stopped as he walked
past, but he carried on up the stairs. Inside, the sight of Ron's empty bed
depressed him even more. Neville was asleep, so were Dean and Seamus.
Harry decided to do some late night homework. He didn't want to face
any nightmares just yet. He dug around in his trunk for his cloak and his
Care of Magical Creatures homework, then noticed the glow of the
Pensieve Crystal in his cauldron. Once again after using it, he watched the
images swirl. When he saw Ron thrown across the room, he quickly
wrapped the crystal up again and put it quietly back in his trunk. He felt a
little more awake as he snuck back to the common room under his cloak.
From this side he could see it was Fred and George sat by the fire. He sat
down, covering a small table with his cloak like a tent and started reading
up on the Psygators, but couldn't help listening to the conversation.
"….and we'd be able to distribute all over the world! Weasley Wizard
Wheezes in Hong Kong!" The other twin laughed.
"Well, you'll have to win first. Another week till the next round."
"Yeah, up against my kid sister. What if she beats me?" Harry's ears
pricked up. Ginny? Ginny had won for her year?
"Yeah she might, that's if Harry doesn't put you in hospital first." Harry
felt his face go red. There was a pause by the fire.
"I just don't get it. That's so unlike him, he's never hurt anyone."
"I know, and you should have seen him afterwards. I've never seen him
sad even, let alone that upset."
"What do you mean?"
"George, the guy was oblivious we were even there. Face all red, he just
ran out. He only came back just now. Hermione tried looking for him
when she knew how upset he was, but she said she couldn't find him
anywhere."
"Very dodgy. Something must be up other than the competition. What
would he even do with the wish?"
"Hermione said he won't tell her. Clams up whenever she asks. She's
going to look at the first ever wishes, but, I just don't know. I can't figure
it out." Harry couldn't listen anymore. He packed up and went to bed,
keeping the cloak wrapped around him. Dreams or no dreams, the waking
world was too much for him right now.
He was back in the room again. The purple glow from the ceiling filtered
down on Sirius, who seemed asleep. He looked around, Voldemort was in
a corner concentrating on something. Suddenly, he looked straight at
Harry, and Harry grasped his head in pain.
"So, spying on me again Harry?" Harry cried out it hurt so much.
"Well, I'm afraid I'm busy. But don't worry, we'll talk again soon." Harry
screamed, someone had grabbed his arms and was shaking him.
Harry's eyes snapped open, to see the worried faces of Seamus and Dean.
He could see Neville sat up in bed looking scared.
"Harry? Harry are you ok?" He looked at them blankly, still shaking a
little. Then he remembered where he was.
"Um, yes. Yeah I think so. I'm ok, just a nightmare."
"Some nightmare! I bet you woke the whole house!"
"Um, sorry." Satisfied he was alright, they turned to go back to bed, then
"BRRRRRiiiiiiinnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!!" Dean dove for his muggle alarm
clock, pounding the top. It was Monday, back to lessons. Harry had
forgotten. Then Seamus said,
"Why'd you set that thing, it's the Slytherin's first round today, no
lessons!" A few pillows were thrown at Dean. Slytherin's first round?
Would Mortority interfere there as well? Harry wasn't sure. He decided to
go and watch to see for himself.
Harry didn't want to be stared at like a psycho again, and wanted to
observe Mortority, so wore his Invisibility cloak. What with dodging
people in the common room and corridors, Harry got to the Hall late. He
figured if Mortority wasn't there he'd be one of the other sites, which
included the Quidditch pitch and the Care of Magical Creatures paddocks.
He looked at the board as he sat down. The fifth year again. Pansy
Parkinson had been sent out by Goyle, Crabbe had been sent out by
Milicent Bulistrode, and Harry saw Malfoy's name move down as his
opponent had to be carried from the room. Harry sat away from everyone.
He saw Mortority chatting with Professor Snape. What if they were
working together? Harry knew Dumbledore trusted Snape, but he seemed
to trust Mortority too. Harry saw the names flashing, then Malfoy's
glowed. The next duel was Goyle v Milicent.
It started out alright, spells hitting each other mid air. Harry kept a watch
on Mortority, but he seemed to be enjoying it. The opponents were
stepping closer and closer together, trying to get a spell out before it was
blocked. Then Milicent seemed to abandon her wand, and punched Goyle
in the face. Being built like a barge, this sent him sprawling on the floor.
The Hall cheered, but it was Goyle's name that moved down, not
Milicent's. Dumbledore took the stage.
"I'm afraid it is stated in the rules that the duel is to be strictly magical.
I'm afraid Miss Bulistrode is disqualified, so our last duel will be
between…" Then he gestured to the wall where the names Goyle v Malfoy
were glowing. Milicent had to dragged from the floor. Malfoy swaggered
as usual into her place, but Harry wasn't watching. He instead saw
Mortority become a lot more alert and sit up straight. Something was
going to happen. The green sparks went up.
"Expelliarmus!" A shower of bright sparks. Mortority stood up. Goyle
shouted a spell harry didn't know, and there were a few hisses from the
hall. Malfoy dodged it easily though. Then, surprising Harry a little,
Malfoy used the jelly legs curse. Goyle's legs seemed to want to go off in
different directions. Mortority was smiling. Harry saw his wand in his
hand. Just as Goyle was getting control back, Mortority mad a tiny
movement to the left with his wand. Goyle seemed to fall backwards, but
Harry would bet he felt like he was pushed. Harry expected to see Draco
grinning from ear to ear, but he wasn't. He was staring at Mortority, his
face unreadable.
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Author's notes: Will you look at the size of this chapter?!?! Anyway, hope
everyone's still liking it. Key, did you mean it can't get any worse for
Harry or my writing can't get any worse? Just wondering. Well we are
about two thirds through now people. I'll say now I won't be including
every lesson cos what's the point if they don't advance the plot? Also not
getting into stuff like prefects etc. Anywayyy, next chapter we shall see
some Quidditch action, hogsmeade and shall run into an old friend. Please
R&R, next chapter tonight or tommorrow. If I don't write this fast the plot
will leak out my ears or something. Oh and be gentle on me, this is still
my first fic. :)