Nothing Is Ever What It Seems to Be Chap

Nothing Is Ever What It Seems to Be Chap.2~


The Gryffindor table let out a few whoops and hollers, glad to have a break from their most hated Professor.

The Slytherin table was stunned and sent glares at the Gryffindors who were rejoycing that their Head of House wasn't going to be teaching today.

Draco Malfoy hadn't heard one part of the speech. He was shocked, no, stunned. He quickly pocketed the letter and strode back into the Great Hall.

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Ron and Harry gave each other high fives. "I like this one!" Ron cried out.

Hermione made a tutting noise. "Ron, do you realize that we may miss the one lesson that could be on our N.E.W.T.s?"

"Chill out, 'Mione. It is more likely we'll see Malfoy run starking naked in the Great Hall waving the burning the Slytherin banner, rather then that happening," Ron replied.

"He's right. Besides, you already memorized all of your books. Whats next? You re-reading all of your text books from previous years and memorizing them as well," Harry directed at Hermione.

Hermione sighed. "Well, if you two want to fail Potions this year, be my guest. But /i I /i am getting the assignment," and with that Hermione got up and was the only one going up to the Head Table, not even the Ravenclaws were even considering getting the assignment.

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Draco Malfoy sat down back at his seat. "Malfoy," Crabbe, this time, grunted, "we don't have Potions today."

"Yeah, something happened and all of his classes are cancled today." Goyle added.

"Right, right, I heard from the Gryffindor table out in the hall." Draco said as he scanned the Head Table once again and noticed that Potter and Dumbledore were walking out of the Great Hall, emerged in a conversasion.

"And he says that he's not Dumbledore's favorite boy, "Draco started and smirked. "Goody-too shoes, good for nothing-----" Draco started but was interrupted by an annoying housemate of his.

"Draco! Hello! Draco!" Pansy Parkinson said waving her hand infront of his face. "Snap out of it!"

"Sodd off, Parkinson. I am not in the mood for it." Draco icely replied.

Pansy looked shocked. "Oh, I get it. I'm not good enough for you now?"

Draco muttered, "You never were," and sent her stomping out of the hall, towards the dungeons.

"Malfoy," Crabbed began again, "what are we going to do after lunch?"

Draco sighed, he felt like he was a babysitter for 2 minature blue whales.

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Dumbledore motioned for Harry to come with him. 'Great, something accosited with Voldemort has happened,' Harry thought to himself as he got up from the Gryffindor Table and started to walk towards the Head Table, only to have to change direction and head out of the Great Hall.

When they were out of the Great Hall, Dumbledore began to talk.

"Harry, I know we thought that we were finshed last year. Well, turns out that he had a different idea. He's back and Death Eaters are going to him. The-----"

"Even the ones in Akabazan?" Harry interrupted the old headmaster.

"Unfortunatly so, Harry. Appartently he some how got into contact with the demeters and they have, most unfortunatly, joined with him. Now, this is going to be one very rough and bumpy year ahead of us. I want you to practice your magic at every possible moment. I recommend that you get the help and support of Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger.

"Harry, there is something else that I called you out here for. I spoke with Professor Snape last night, and he's concerned about Mr. Malfoy."

"M--Malfoy? What am I supposed to do about him," Harry demanded of the headmaster.

"Harry, calm down. Profesor Snape, believes that there is some hope on concinvincing Mr. Malfoy to join our side. T---"

"You mean that he hasn't joined them already? This is very shocking. Is he sure about Malfoy?"

"He's for sure, Harry. Young Mr. Malfoy has not joined the rest of his family in the service of Voldermort. And, I hope that you can help him stay that way. I know that you and Mr. Malfoy do not get along all that well, Harry, but we need all the help that we can get.

"I want you, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger to at least try to be civil to Mr. Malfoy. Trust me, Harry, the last thing we need right now is to have a Death Eater at Hogwarts, reporting to him and telling him what we are doing."

Harry nodded his head in understanding. "Are you going to speak with him? Like, warn him and feed him some made up vison of him going to the Death Eaters and then being stabbed in the back?"

Dumbledore eyed Harry, "I will speak to him, but I will not take up that suggestion, though it wasn't a bad try. Now, go on back to your table and do try to keep the Gryffindor House under control. They are a wild bunch, you know." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.

With that, the headmaster and the young boy seperated ways and went to their own, respective, tables.
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Draco smirked as Potter and Dumbledore came back into the hall. "Probably telling Potter the best way to win the cup this year," he muttered to himself.

Draco sighed as he thought of what the letter said. "Crabbe, Goyle...You tell the Professors that I am ill and will be in my dormatory and do not need to be disturbed."

Crabbe and Goyle grunnted in understanding, as Draco Malfoy left the table and headed back to the dungeons as well.

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Draco Malfoy looked at the time, "I couldn't have been asleep that long...Oh well," he said to himself, looking around his dark dormatory, his fellow housemates already asleep.

Draco unfolded the letter that he had recieved at breakfast and began to read.






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