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Chapter 4: The First Day.
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione settled into their seats, there was a mild silence as the most of the school stared at Harry, as if he were completely nutters and about to attack them all. They only adverted their attention at the sound of Professor McGonagall knocking at the main doors to let the first years in.
After the Sorting, Professor Dumbledore stood up for the usual speech. "Students of Hogwarts, we are facing a grave time in our lives. For those new to this school, last year, Lord Voldemort-" at this point the crowd flinched, "has regained a body, and has killed again. One of our students died, and one, barely slipped his grasp." Several eyes flickered to Harry; "Voldemort seeks to regain power, no use denying it.
"We have set several new rules for your protection. Third Years and up will go to Hogsmeade in groups of four or more, accompanied by a teacher. Failure to do so will lead to severe punishment. Quidditch practices and matches will be also be accompanied by a teacher. I suggest taking extra credit in your Defense against the Dark Arts class, but it is not required. And now, we feast." With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore brought mounds of steaming hot, delicious foods to the tables.
It was not usual for there to be silence during the Welcoming Feast. The only noise was the occasional clatter of a fork on a plate, but nobody was really hungry. Even Ron, who would be ravenous by now, only looked at his plate. Harry looked over to the staff table, and yet again there was an empty seat for the Dark Arts teacher. We wondered if Snape really got the job after all.
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When the feast was over, Harry was ready for a long night's sleep. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, I need to talk to you in my office. You two can come along as well," it was Dumbledore. They followed him in the hallway. "Honeyduke's Best Chocolate," Dumbledore said to the gargoyle covering his doorway. The gargoyle smiled and leapt aside. When they climbed up the spiral staircase, Dumbledore opened the door.
"HARRY!"
"Wha...SIRIUS!!!!!!"
Harry leapt into his godfather's arms, who lifted him up and spun him around, laughing. "Wh-what are you doing here, Sirius? Aren't you supposed to be on a--"
"This is my mission, Harry. I'm the new Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher!" He laughed and ruffled Harry's already messy hair.
"You...how can you be? You're still a convicted murderer!" Harry said incredulously.
Sirius smiled. "I'm not a murderer! Some Aurors caught Wormtail a few days ago, and forced him to spill the beans. I'm a free man, Harry!"
This was too much for Harry. First, seeing his godfather again, then, his Godfather being a teacher, then, him being a free man. All he could do was stare at Sirius, then hug him hard, laughing his head off in relief. Ron and Hermione cheered and also joined Harry in hugging Sirius.
When they finally got settled down, Harry asked,"How did they catch him?"
Sirius sighed, as if he told this story too many times."Wormtail was snooping around London, trying to catch the latest news at the Ministry. He was found in a bar, half-drunk, complaining how the Ministry was not doing a good enough job at trying to catch me.
"Apparently, there were two Aurors there, and they recognized him. They asked who he was, and, apparently, he was surprised enough (or drunk enough) to forget to use his alias, because he gave them his real name. He was put under Veritasium, and he told everything."
"What's going to happen to him?" Hermione asked. Again, Sirius sighed."He is dead now. When he came to, he was so mad that he tried to kill everybody. One of the Aurors died, but they got him, all right."
"What were you doing before all of this?" Ron asked.
"I was looking for him, as per usual. But I was also trying to look for information in Albania in dog form. I didn't find much, except that the old Riddle house is now vacant. I've seen the graveyard, and everything was cleaned up there. Hell, even the ruddy grave you were tied to, Harry, didn't look bothered, even though, from what you tell me, that Voldemort used a summoning spell to get one of his father's bones." Harry nodded. "I was about to dig up the grave to see if it was tampered with, but then I get Professor Dumbledore's owl, saying that they got Wormtail.
"So, Harry. What news have you for me?" Sirius asked, and Harry proceeded to tell all about the Dursleys, and about Cho.
"Ah, Hermione, you've got competition," Sirius joked.
Then Dumbledore jumped in, "Sirius, don't you think that your students should go off to bed?"
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The room was filthy, dark, and cold. Slime decorated the walls, and releasing the putrid odor of rotting flesh. It was Lord Voldemort's lair. He sat upon a stone throne with an emerald crowning it.
"Malfoy! Come here!" He yelled at one of the Death eaters awaiting his command. Malfoy knelt before him, and waiting with baited breath. "You were to watch out for Peter, were you not?"
Malfoy whimpered. "Yes, my Lord."
Voldemort chuckled. "And because you failed at such a simple mission, now Harry's godfather is free. We will have to kill Sirius now. You must be punished. Crucio!" He let Malfoy scream for what seemed like fifteen minutes. When Voldemort moved his wand away, Lucius did not get up. "Take him away." He called to two Death Eaters, and they dragged him into another room.
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Harry woke up abruptly, with his scar searing. Malfoy's father! He yelled in his mind. He decided to go right to Dumbledore.
When he was done getting dressed, Ron woke up. "Harry, what are you doing? It not time to go yet!"
"I had a dream, Ron. It was about Malfoy's dad. I think Voldemort killed him!" The rest of the boys were awake, and they grumbled sleepily about him saying Voldemort's name. Neville shivered. "What happened, Harry?" Harry didn't want to tell him, but he did anyway. "Voldemort put him under Cruciatus Curse, and I think it did him in. But I must go tell Dumbledore about this!" and he ran out the room.
When he stopped at the gargoyle, he found that the rest of the boys, still in their pajamas, had followed him. He told the gargoyle the password, and san up the stairs. Dumbledore was there, pacing his office. He looked unsurprised at Harry. "You had the dream, didn't you? Yes, it really happened."
"How is Mr. Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Still alive, but barely. He has severe brain damage due to the curse, and must now reside at St. Mungo's." Neville let out a small sniffle. Professor Dumbledore patted his shoulder in a patronly manner. "I suggest that you all go get dressed, but Harry, I need you to talk to someone." When the boys left, Dumbledore led him to his desk, and let him sit. Shortly, there was a knock on the door. Harry turned around, to see Snape and Draco, who was red-eyed. Snape patted him on the back and left the room.
"What is he doing here, Professor?" Draco snapped, leering at Harry.
"He came here telling me about a dream. In fact, Draco, about your father. About what happened to him."
Draco stared, breathless, at Harry. "Y-you d-dreamed about my dad? How? Tell me!!"
"I've been having dreams about Voldemort, when he is torturing somebody, or planning to kill me." He continued telling him about how his scar hurts when he wakes up, and then telling him about the dreams.
Draco wiped at his face, furious to let his defenses down. "I just saw him. He's in bad shape, Potter. Doesn't even recognise us, and keeps muttering nonsense. My mum doesn't know if he will recover. Damn him!" Harry didn't know what to say to him. His enemy, as defenseless as a rabbit on a highway.
"I'm sorry." they blurted out at the same time. Malfoy chuckled weakly. "I guess I know now where you come from, Potter. Parents dead, Voldemort after you without knowing why..."
"Do you know why? Did your parents tell you?" Harry asked; he couldn't hold it in.
Draco looked at him suspiciously. "They don't tell me anything. Why would they? So I can gloat about it? So I can wave it in front of your face?"
Harry bristled. "You knew about my godfather, and you did exactly that."
"True, true, but they didn't tell me about it, I eavesdropped on them."
Harry growled,"Did you eavesdrop on them planning to kill him?" Dumbledore and Malfoy let out a gasp. Dumbledore said, "They are planning to kill him?" they looked at Harry. "It was in my dream, didn't I tell you? He said, '...and now Harry's godfather is free. We will have to kill Sirius now.'"
Dumbledore said something softly to his wand, and a blob of silver burst out of it, going through the wall. A moment later, a very ruffled Sirius burst into the room, panting and huffing. He looked at Malfoy and Harry, and assumed the worst. "If you laid a hand on him, boy, you--"
"They are perfectly fine, Sirius. They were just talking." And he told Sirius all about it, Sirius getting paler by the second. "He-He's after me?" He was speechless.
After a while, he found the voice to speak."What am I going to do? I can't leave Harry!" He cried at Dumbledore. Dumbledore sighed. "You can stay here, but please be extra cautious for your own and Harry's lives."
Sirius looked relieved. "What were they talking about, besides me?" Harry told him about the dream, and about Malfoy's dad. "I'm sorry, Draco."
Draco looked up at him. "That's ok, Sir." Sirius smiled at him, apparently pleased at the name 'Sir.'
Malfoy looked up at him curiously."Why are you here, Mr. Black?" Before Sirius could reply, Dumbledore got up. "Harry, Draco, Don't you want breakfast?" Their stomachs growled in agreement, even Sirius'. The four of them walked into the Hall. Most people were there, and after just recognizing Sirius, they screamed in fright.
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It took a lot of yelling on the teachers' part to calm down the school. Dumbledore hastily explained Sirius' innocence, and left the Hall. Harry sat down between Ron and Hermione, who were egging him to explain Sirius' presence. When he was done explaining everything, Hedwig, Harry's owl, had nipped him for a treat. Handing her a piece of bread, he read the time-table. "Wow, we have Defense Against The Dark Arts this morning! But we have Potions after, but Care for Magickal creatures in the afternoon." Harry was eager to see how Sirius would teach the class.
They decided to leave early to talk to Sirius, but most of the class were already there, doing exactly the same. When they settled down in their seats, Sirius had whispered to Harry, "Just because I'm your godfather does not mean I'm going to go easy on you," he winked. Then he walked to the front of the class to take roll. When he was finished he said,"I am Professor Black, your new Defence Against the Dark Arts instructor. You may know me from that infamous incident that had happened between Peter Pettigrew and myself a long time ago. You may also know me as the only person to escape from Azkaban. As you've heard from Professor Dumbledore, I am an innocent man. Peter was a Dark Wizard, and betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort-" the crowd flinched."- when he was made their Secret Keeper."
"When Peter Pettigrew was apprehended and killed a few days ago, I was asked by Professor Dumbledore to teach here. I obliged, happy to teach the school, and to be near my Godson, Harry. Today, I will teach you a simple Disarming spell that is more powerful than what you have been taught. It is the Expelliarmus Magnificus spell..."
After a bit of lecturing, they set out to destroy some small pillows. Harry, already good with the smaller Disarming spell, was one of the first to send his smoldering pillow smashing through a window. As always, Neville was not very great with spells, and lit his desk with a fire that changed colors.
With the bell ringing for Potions, Harry, Ron, and Hermione scrambled to talk to Sirius, who was issuing them homework.
"That was a good lesson, Professor Black!" Hermione said, with Harry and Ron elaborating the sentence. Sirius thanked them, but his mind was somewhere else.
"I've got to teach that Longbottom boy to learn that spell better. Wonder what his parents would do to teach him better...You guys are late for your class. Let me write you a note."
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"Potter! You are late once again." Snape had not lost his charm.
Harry handed him the note and hastily went to a desk. Snape's eyes glinted furiously at the note. "Professor Black, eh? 'Stayed behind to talk'?" He crumpled up the paper and threw it into a wastebasket, but didn't say anything else.
"Psst, Scarhead, Potter!" It was Draco. Harry raised an eyebrow, but turned back to his Empathy potion, which gave off a yelp and boiled over, because Ron added too much armadillo bile.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you, doofus. Why isn't your godfather out hiding again, now that he knows that HE is after him?" Malfoy was not making fun, but actually really interested.
Harry tried to refrain himself from punching him in the nose. "Do you see me cowering in a corner, because Voldemort is after me? And why do you want to know, anyhow?"
"No, but wouldn't it be wise? I just was wondering why he chooses to stay with you than to save his own skin. Its not like you haven't confronted the Dark Lord and escaped."
"Get out of my business, Malfoy." Several people are looking at them now, and Snape has an ear turned in their direction. He was feeling really uncomfortable now.
"I want to know how you escaped, Scarhead."
"Didn't you tell me I ran away?"
"I meant the first time, Dildo."
"Wouldn't EVERYONE like to know?!? Wouldn't MYSELF like to know?!? I was a FREAKING BABY for God's sakes!!!" He yelled into the crowd, who had turned to the both of them. Malfoy and other Slytherins chuckled at his frustration.
"Tsk, tsk, Potter, yelling. 10 points" Snape broke the discussion. Furious, Harry cut up caterpillars and poured them into the cauldron, which had just spewed purple sparks all over the place.
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Author's note: Yeah, it's been a long time, but this was a long chapter. I also know the day is not through yet, but i wanted to get this out and done with before I lose my readers.
I have one bad review that does not explain why this story 'sucks'. If you can be a lot more throurogh with your review i can not make this story 'suck'. I also thank LINZ for being my BETA reader once again. Er, what else should i say? hmmm. Well, keep reviewing!
Chapter 4: The First Day.
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione settled into their seats, there was a mild silence as the most of the school stared at Harry, as if he were completely nutters and about to attack them all. They only adverted their attention at the sound of Professor McGonagall knocking at the main doors to let the first years in.
After the Sorting, Professor Dumbledore stood up for the usual speech. "Students of Hogwarts, we are facing a grave time in our lives. For those new to this school, last year, Lord Voldemort-" at this point the crowd flinched, "has regained a body, and has killed again. One of our students died, and one, barely slipped his grasp." Several eyes flickered to Harry; "Voldemort seeks to regain power, no use denying it.
"We have set several new rules for your protection. Third Years and up will go to Hogsmeade in groups of four or more, accompanied by a teacher. Failure to do so will lead to severe punishment. Quidditch practices and matches will be also be accompanied by a teacher. I suggest taking extra credit in your Defense against the Dark Arts class, but it is not required. And now, we feast." With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore brought mounds of steaming hot, delicious foods to the tables.
It was not usual for there to be silence during the Welcoming Feast. The only noise was the occasional clatter of a fork on a plate, but nobody was really hungry. Even Ron, who would be ravenous by now, only looked at his plate. Harry looked over to the staff table, and yet again there was an empty seat for the Dark Arts teacher. We wondered if Snape really got the job after all.
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When the feast was over, Harry was ready for a long night's sleep. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, I need to talk to you in my office. You two can come along as well," it was Dumbledore. They followed him in the hallway. "Honeyduke's Best Chocolate," Dumbledore said to the gargoyle covering his doorway. The gargoyle smiled and leapt aside. When they climbed up the spiral staircase, Dumbledore opened the door.
"HARRY!"
"Wha...SIRIUS!!!!!!"
Harry leapt into his godfather's arms, who lifted him up and spun him around, laughing. "Wh-what are you doing here, Sirius? Aren't you supposed to be on a--"
"This is my mission, Harry. I'm the new Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher!" He laughed and ruffled Harry's already messy hair.
"You...how can you be? You're still a convicted murderer!" Harry said incredulously.
Sirius smiled. "I'm not a murderer! Some Aurors caught Wormtail a few days ago, and forced him to spill the beans. I'm a free man, Harry!"
This was too much for Harry. First, seeing his godfather again, then, his Godfather being a teacher, then, him being a free man. All he could do was stare at Sirius, then hug him hard, laughing his head off in relief. Ron and Hermione cheered and also joined Harry in hugging Sirius.
When they finally got settled down, Harry asked,"How did they catch him?"
Sirius sighed, as if he told this story too many times."Wormtail was snooping around London, trying to catch the latest news at the Ministry. He was found in a bar, half-drunk, complaining how the Ministry was not doing a good enough job at trying to catch me.
"Apparently, there were two Aurors there, and they recognized him. They asked who he was, and, apparently, he was surprised enough (or drunk enough) to forget to use his alias, because he gave them his real name. He was put under Veritasium, and he told everything."
"What's going to happen to him?" Hermione asked. Again, Sirius sighed."He is dead now. When he came to, he was so mad that he tried to kill everybody. One of the Aurors died, but they got him, all right."
"What were you doing before all of this?" Ron asked.
"I was looking for him, as per usual. But I was also trying to look for information in Albania in dog form. I didn't find much, except that the old Riddle house is now vacant. I've seen the graveyard, and everything was cleaned up there. Hell, even the ruddy grave you were tied to, Harry, didn't look bothered, even though, from what you tell me, that Voldemort used a summoning spell to get one of his father's bones." Harry nodded. "I was about to dig up the grave to see if it was tampered with, but then I get Professor Dumbledore's owl, saying that they got Wormtail.
"So, Harry. What news have you for me?" Sirius asked, and Harry proceeded to tell all about the Dursleys, and about Cho.
"Ah, Hermione, you've got competition," Sirius joked.
Then Dumbledore jumped in, "Sirius, don't you think that your students should go off to bed?"
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The room was filthy, dark, and cold. Slime decorated the walls, and releasing the putrid odor of rotting flesh. It was Lord Voldemort's lair. He sat upon a stone throne with an emerald crowning it.
"Malfoy! Come here!" He yelled at one of the Death eaters awaiting his command. Malfoy knelt before him, and waiting with baited breath. "You were to watch out for Peter, were you not?"
Malfoy whimpered. "Yes, my Lord."
Voldemort chuckled. "And because you failed at such a simple mission, now Harry's godfather is free. We will have to kill Sirius now. You must be punished. Crucio!" He let Malfoy scream for what seemed like fifteen minutes. When Voldemort moved his wand away, Lucius did not get up. "Take him away." He called to two Death Eaters, and they dragged him into another room.
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Harry woke up abruptly, with his scar searing. Malfoy's father! He yelled in his mind. He decided to go right to Dumbledore.
When he was done getting dressed, Ron woke up. "Harry, what are you doing? It not time to go yet!"
"I had a dream, Ron. It was about Malfoy's dad. I think Voldemort killed him!" The rest of the boys were awake, and they grumbled sleepily about him saying Voldemort's name. Neville shivered. "What happened, Harry?" Harry didn't want to tell him, but he did anyway. "Voldemort put him under Cruciatus Curse, and I think it did him in. But I must go tell Dumbledore about this!" and he ran out the room.
When he stopped at the gargoyle, he found that the rest of the boys, still in their pajamas, had followed him. He told the gargoyle the password, and san up the stairs. Dumbledore was there, pacing his office. He looked unsurprised at Harry. "You had the dream, didn't you? Yes, it really happened."
"How is Mr. Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Still alive, but barely. He has severe brain damage due to the curse, and must now reside at St. Mungo's." Neville let out a small sniffle. Professor Dumbledore patted his shoulder in a patronly manner. "I suggest that you all go get dressed, but Harry, I need you to talk to someone." When the boys left, Dumbledore led him to his desk, and let him sit. Shortly, there was a knock on the door. Harry turned around, to see Snape and Draco, who was red-eyed. Snape patted him on the back and left the room.
"What is he doing here, Professor?" Draco snapped, leering at Harry.
"He came here telling me about a dream. In fact, Draco, about your father. About what happened to him."
Draco stared, breathless, at Harry. "Y-you d-dreamed about my dad? How? Tell me!!"
"I've been having dreams about Voldemort, when he is torturing somebody, or planning to kill me." He continued telling him about how his scar hurts when he wakes up, and then telling him about the dreams.
Draco wiped at his face, furious to let his defenses down. "I just saw him. He's in bad shape, Potter. Doesn't even recognise us, and keeps muttering nonsense. My mum doesn't know if he will recover. Damn him!" Harry didn't know what to say to him. His enemy, as defenseless as a rabbit on a highway.
"I'm sorry." they blurted out at the same time. Malfoy chuckled weakly. "I guess I know now where you come from, Potter. Parents dead, Voldemort after you without knowing why..."
"Do you know why? Did your parents tell you?" Harry asked; he couldn't hold it in.
Draco looked at him suspiciously. "They don't tell me anything. Why would they? So I can gloat about it? So I can wave it in front of your face?"
Harry bristled. "You knew about my godfather, and you did exactly that."
"True, true, but they didn't tell me about it, I eavesdropped on them."
Harry growled,"Did you eavesdrop on them planning to kill him?" Dumbledore and Malfoy let out a gasp. Dumbledore said, "They are planning to kill him?" they looked at Harry. "It was in my dream, didn't I tell you? He said, '...and now Harry's godfather is free. We will have to kill Sirius now.'"
Dumbledore said something softly to his wand, and a blob of silver burst out of it, going through the wall. A moment later, a very ruffled Sirius burst into the room, panting and huffing. He looked at Malfoy and Harry, and assumed the worst. "If you laid a hand on him, boy, you--"
"They are perfectly fine, Sirius. They were just talking." And he told Sirius all about it, Sirius getting paler by the second. "He-He's after me?" He was speechless.
After a while, he found the voice to speak."What am I going to do? I can't leave Harry!" He cried at Dumbledore. Dumbledore sighed. "You can stay here, but please be extra cautious for your own and Harry's lives."
Sirius looked relieved. "What were they talking about, besides me?" Harry told him about the dream, and about Malfoy's dad. "I'm sorry, Draco."
Draco looked up at him. "That's ok, Sir." Sirius smiled at him, apparently pleased at the name 'Sir.'
Malfoy looked up at him curiously."Why are you here, Mr. Black?" Before Sirius could reply, Dumbledore got up. "Harry, Draco, Don't you want breakfast?" Their stomachs growled in agreement, even Sirius'. The four of them walked into the Hall. Most people were there, and after just recognizing Sirius, they screamed in fright.
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It took a lot of yelling on the teachers' part to calm down the school. Dumbledore hastily explained Sirius' innocence, and left the Hall. Harry sat down between Ron and Hermione, who were egging him to explain Sirius' presence. When he was done explaining everything, Hedwig, Harry's owl, had nipped him for a treat. Handing her a piece of bread, he read the time-table. "Wow, we have Defense Against The Dark Arts this morning! But we have Potions after, but Care for Magickal creatures in the afternoon." Harry was eager to see how Sirius would teach the class.
They decided to leave early to talk to Sirius, but most of the class were already there, doing exactly the same. When they settled down in their seats, Sirius had whispered to Harry, "Just because I'm your godfather does not mean I'm going to go easy on you," he winked. Then he walked to the front of the class to take roll. When he was finished he said,"I am Professor Black, your new Defence Against the Dark Arts instructor. You may know me from that infamous incident that had happened between Peter Pettigrew and myself a long time ago. You may also know me as the only person to escape from Azkaban. As you've heard from Professor Dumbledore, I am an innocent man. Peter was a Dark Wizard, and betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort-" the crowd flinched."- when he was made their Secret Keeper."
"When Peter Pettigrew was apprehended and killed a few days ago, I was asked by Professor Dumbledore to teach here. I obliged, happy to teach the school, and to be near my Godson, Harry. Today, I will teach you a simple Disarming spell that is more powerful than what you have been taught. It is the Expelliarmus Magnificus spell..."
After a bit of lecturing, they set out to destroy some small pillows. Harry, already good with the smaller Disarming spell, was one of the first to send his smoldering pillow smashing through a window. As always, Neville was not very great with spells, and lit his desk with a fire that changed colors.
With the bell ringing for Potions, Harry, Ron, and Hermione scrambled to talk to Sirius, who was issuing them homework.
"That was a good lesson, Professor Black!" Hermione said, with Harry and Ron elaborating the sentence. Sirius thanked them, but his mind was somewhere else.
"I've got to teach that Longbottom boy to learn that spell better. Wonder what his parents would do to teach him better...You guys are late for your class. Let me write you a note."
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"Potter! You are late once again." Snape had not lost his charm.
Harry handed him the note and hastily went to a desk. Snape's eyes glinted furiously at the note. "Professor Black, eh? 'Stayed behind to talk'?" He crumpled up the paper and threw it into a wastebasket, but didn't say anything else.
"Psst, Scarhead, Potter!" It was Draco. Harry raised an eyebrow, but turned back to his Empathy potion, which gave off a yelp and boiled over, because Ron added too much armadillo bile.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you, doofus. Why isn't your godfather out hiding again, now that he knows that HE is after him?" Malfoy was not making fun, but actually really interested.
Harry tried to refrain himself from punching him in the nose. "Do you see me cowering in a corner, because Voldemort is after me? And why do you want to know, anyhow?"
"No, but wouldn't it be wise? I just was wondering why he chooses to stay with you than to save his own skin. Its not like you haven't confronted the Dark Lord and escaped."
"Get out of my business, Malfoy." Several people are looking at them now, and Snape has an ear turned in their direction. He was feeling really uncomfortable now.
"I want to know how you escaped, Scarhead."
"Didn't you tell me I ran away?"
"I meant the first time, Dildo."
"Wouldn't EVERYONE like to know?!? Wouldn't MYSELF like to know?!? I was a FREAKING BABY for God's sakes!!!" He yelled into the crowd, who had turned to the both of them. Malfoy and other Slytherins chuckled at his frustration.
"Tsk, tsk, Potter, yelling. 10 points" Snape broke the discussion. Furious, Harry cut up caterpillars and poured them into the cauldron, which had just spewed purple sparks all over the place.
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Author's note: Yeah, it's been a long time, but this was a long chapter. I also know the day is not through yet, but i wanted to get this out and done with before I lose my readers.
I have one bad review that does not explain why this story 'sucks'. If you can be a lot more throurogh with your review i can not make this story 'suck'. I also thank LINZ for being my BETA reader once again. Er, what else should i say? hmmm. Well, keep reviewing!