This is chapter two of my story, "Harry Potter and the Brutal Professor. A lot of people told me that i rushed too much, so i tried to slow it down a bit.
CHAPTER 2
The next few weeks went by in a blur of barbecues, picnics and Quidditch games in the orchard at the Weasleys. Harry went to sleep that night wishing, for the first time in his life, that the summer holidays could've lasted longer. As much as Harry loved it at Hogwarts, he couldn't help liking Sirius' house more.
The next morning, Harry and Sirius repacked Harry's school things, and all his new books they had picked up the week before, and loaded them into the motorcycle. Sirius kicked it into gear, and they rose up into the sky. Five minutes later, they arrived at Kings Cross Station, where they dumped Harry's things onto a trolley and walked through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. When they got onto platform 9¾, Harry saw the familiar scarlet steam engine sitting in front of him, waiting to carry he and his fellow students back to school.
It was with a heavy heart that he said goodbye to Sirius and hopped onto the train. Harry strode along the corridor looking for an empty compartment, just as the train started to move. He rushed to the nearest compartment and hung out the window just in time to wave goodbye to Sirius. It wasn't until the train rounded the corner that he realized who was in the compartment.
"Hello, Potter," Drawled an unpleasantly familiar voice
It was Draco Malfoy, Harry's mortal enemy.
"Hello, Malfoy," Answered Harry cautiously.
"Hey Ron, I found him," came Hermione's voice, "What's he doing here?"
She had just spotted Malfoy and was surveying him with a look of utmost contempt.
"Come on, Hermione," said Harry, taking a step toward the compartment door. "Let's get out of here."
"Don't bother, Potter, I'll leave. I don't want to stay in this compartment now that this Mudblood's contaminated it." Malfoy sneered, "I'd be careful if I were you Potter," he added, "you don't want to be caught in the company of a Mudblood now that the Dark Lord has risen."
Furious, Harry pulled out his wand and advanced toward Malfoy, but before he had taken two steps, Hermione slammed the compartment door in Malfoy's face.
"I'm not going to put up with Malfoy this year," fumed Harry, "if he does anything else I'm going to hit him with every curse I know and I don't care what happens to me."
Before Hermione could answer, Ron stepped into the compartment.
"Don't talk like that Harry, I know you wouldn't do something that stupid." Ron said.
Before Harry could think of an answer, Ron had pulled out a pack of exploding snap cards.
"Fancy a game?" Ron inquired.
Harry, Ron and Hermione spent the rest of the train ride playing Exploding Snap, stopping only to buy lunch from the stout witch that pushed the food cart.
Harry had almost forgotten about Malfoy and his taunt, but he was reminded as he Ron and Hermione stepped of the train onto the platform at Hogsmead Station. Squinting around in the semi-darkness of twilight, Harry noticed the backs of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle heading toward the horseless carriages waiting to carry them to school. They had their heads together and were obviously trying not to be overheard. Harry caught a snatch of their conversation as he passed, but all he could make out was "Defense against the Dark Arts." He figured they must be discussing the new teacher, and didn't give it a second thought until they got into the great hall.
As Harry, Ron and Hermione took their seats at the Gryffindor table, Hermione glanced up at the staff table and let out a very audible gasp.
"Harry look!" whispered Hermione, pointing up to the staff table, "It's Malfoy's dad!"
Harry, hoping she was mistaken, quickly looked up at the staff table. His heart plummeted, there was no mistaking that greasy hair and oily smile. It was indeed Lucious Malfoy.
"What the heck is he doing here?" Ron asked when he spotted Mr. Malfoy.
"Oh no," wailed Harry, "he cant be the new-"
But he was cut short as Dumbledore stood up and sent sparks out of his wand to quiet everyone down.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, "Before the feast, we will witness the ceremonial sorting. All of our first years will be sorted into their houses, and I hope they will be a credit to whichever house-"
But Harry had stopped listening, he was already deep in conversation with Ron and Hermione.
"You don't think he is going to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher do you?" He asked the other two.
"No way," Answered Ron, "Dumbledore would never hire him."
"Well," Hermione piped up, "according to code 6 of the treatment of all magical community members, Dumbledore would have to hire him if he was the only candidate for the job."
Lucious Malfoy was certainly the best-qualified candidate for the job, because he knew an awful lot about the dark arts. Harry knew for a fact that he was one of Lord Voldemort's most faithful supporters, a very loyal Death Eater. He must obviously be here on the Dark Lord's instructions.
Harry was about to bring that up, but at that moment, the Great Hall broke into applause-The Sorting was finished. Dumbledore stood up again and raised his hands for quiet. The applause died away, and this time Harry paid rapt attention.
"As you all must have noticed," Dumbledore said, "we have a new teacher amongst us." He gestured toward Mr. Malfoy. "I am pleased to introduce- Professor Lucious Malfoy, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
Harry was glad to see that Dumbledore didn't look pleased at all. Most of the hall sat dumbstruck, only the Slytherin table applauded. Draco was looking smug. As the applause died away, Dumbledore spoke again.
"Now, without further ado, the feast!"
The golden plates suddenly filled with all of Harry's favorite foods. Harry, however, ate very little, and what he did eat seemed to have almost no flavor at all. Ron and Hermione weren't eating much either, and they weren't disappointed at all when the feast ended. As they trudged the familiar path to Gryffindor tower, Harry could feel an increased sense of worry weighing down his stomach.
CHAPTER 2
The next few weeks went by in a blur of barbecues, picnics and Quidditch games in the orchard at the Weasleys. Harry went to sleep that night wishing, for the first time in his life, that the summer holidays could've lasted longer. As much as Harry loved it at Hogwarts, he couldn't help liking Sirius' house more.
The next morning, Harry and Sirius repacked Harry's school things, and all his new books they had picked up the week before, and loaded them into the motorcycle. Sirius kicked it into gear, and they rose up into the sky. Five minutes later, they arrived at Kings Cross Station, where they dumped Harry's things onto a trolley and walked through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. When they got onto platform 9¾, Harry saw the familiar scarlet steam engine sitting in front of him, waiting to carry he and his fellow students back to school.
It was with a heavy heart that he said goodbye to Sirius and hopped onto the train. Harry strode along the corridor looking for an empty compartment, just as the train started to move. He rushed to the nearest compartment and hung out the window just in time to wave goodbye to Sirius. It wasn't until the train rounded the corner that he realized who was in the compartment.
"Hello, Potter," Drawled an unpleasantly familiar voice
It was Draco Malfoy, Harry's mortal enemy.
"Hello, Malfoy," Answered Harry cautiously.
"Hey Ron, I found him," came Hermione's voice, "What's he doing here?"
She had just spotted Malfoy and was surveying him with a look of utmost contempt.
"Come on, Hermione," said Harry, taking a step toward the compartment door. "Let's get out of here."
"Don't bother, Potter, I'll leave. I don't want to stay in this compartment now that this Mudblood's contaminated it." Malfoy sneered, "I'd be careful if I were you Potter," he added, "you don't want to be caught in the company of a Mudblood now that the Dark Lord has risen."
Furious, Harry pulled out his wand and advanced toward Malfoy, but before he had taken two steps, Hermione slammed the compartment door in Malfoy's face.
"I'm not going to put up with Malfoy this year," fumed Harry, "if he does anything else I'm going to hit him with every curse I know and I don't care what happens to me."
Before Hermione could answer, Ron stepped into the compartment.
"Don't talk like that Harry, I know you wouldn't do something that stupid." Ron said.
Before Harry could think of an answer, Ron had pulled out a pack of exploding snap cards.
"Fancy a game?" Ron inquired.
Harry, Ron and Hermione spent the rest of the train ride playing Exploding Snap, stopping only to buy lunch from the stout witch that pushed the food cart.
Harry had almost forgotten about Malfoy and his taunt, but he was reminded as he Ron and Hermione stepped of the train onto the platform at Hogsmead Station. Squinting around in the semi-darkness of twilight, Harry noticed the backs of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle heading toward the horseless carriages waiting to carry them to school. They had their heads together and were obviously trying not to be overheard. Harry caught a snatch of their conversation as he passed, but all he could make out was "Defense against the Dark Arts." He figured they must be discussing the new teacher, and didn't give it a second thought until they got into the great hall.
As Harry, Ron and Hermione took their seats at the Gryffindor table, Hermione glanced up at the staff table and let out a very audible gasp.
"Harry look!" whispered Hermione, pointing up to the staff table, "It's Malfoy's dad!"
Harry, hoping she was mistaken, quickly looked up at the staff table. His heart plummeted, there was no mistaking that greasy hair and oily smile. It was indeed Lucious Malfoy.
"What the heck is he doing here?" Ron asked when he spotted Mr. Malfoy.
"Oh no," wailed Harry, "he cant be the new-"
But he was cut short as Dumbledore stood up and sent sparks out of his wand to quiet everyone down.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, "Before the feast, we will witness the ceremonial sorting. All of our first years will be sorted into their houses, and I hope they will be a credit to whichever house-"
But Harry had stopped listening, he was already deep in conversation with Ron and Hermione.
"You don't think he is going to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher do you?" He asked the other two.
"No way," Answered Ron, "Dumbledore would never hire him."
"Well," Hermione piped up, "according to code 6 of the treatment of all magical community members, Dumbledore would have to hire him if he was the only candidate for the job."
Lucious Malfoy was certainly the best-qualified candidate for the job, because he knew an awful lot about the dark arts. Harry knew for a fact that he was one of Lord Voldemort's most faithful supporters, a very loyal Death Eater. He must obviously be here on the Dark Lord's instructions.
Harry was about to bring that up, but at that moment, the Great Hall broke into applause-The Sorting was finished. Dumbledore stood up again and raised his hands for quiet. The applause died away, and this time Harry paid rapt attention.
"As you all must have noticed," Dumbledore said, "we have a new teacher amongst us." He gestured toward Mr. Malfoy. "I am pleased to introduce- Professor Lucious Malfoy, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
Harry was glad to see that Dumbledore didn't look pleased at all. Most of the hall sat dumbstruck, only the Slytherin table applauded. Draco was looking smug. As the applause died away, Dumbledore spoke again.
"Now, without further ado, the feast!"
The golden plates suddenly filled with all of Harry's favorite foods. Harry, however, ate very little, and what he did eat seemed to have almost no flavor at all. Ron and Hermione weren't eating much either, and they weren't disappointed at all when the feast ended. As they trudged the familiar path to Gryffindor tower, Harry could feel an increased sense of worry weighing down his stomach.
