After teaching his class, Harry walked down the pathway to the great hall
when he walked right into Alicia. Blushing, He helped her up. She smiled at
him, shoved his shoulder and continued walking down the hall, away from the
great hall.
Harry was about to aske her where she was going, but she rounded a corner and he didn't call after her. He shrugged thinking, I'll ask her later, and continued walking to the hall.
~
While Harry was eating, he barely noticed that Alicia was gone. He was starving. Teaching difficult spells was hard. He was trying to advance the levels of knowledge that each class had by giving them work that was too advanced for them.
Harry felt a soft tap on shoulder and turned around, to see a short and rather pudgy little boy standing there. Harry said through a full mouth "'Ow, gan I elp oo?" he chewed quickly then said "How can I help you?" smiling.
The boy blushed and Mumbled, " My name is Prat, I mean Brad. I j-just wanted to know if you were, if you could, I mean, If you wanted to" the boy stopped talking and Looked at Harry, obviously embarassed, Harry noted a pad of paper in which his hands gripped quite tightly.
Harry smiled and asked "what isit?" kindly.
The boy looked at him through square glasses and mumbled "Willyousignmypaper" quietly.
Harry looked at him quiestioningly and he said more clearly "Will you please sign my autograph, I mean autograph my sign, I mean sign this so that I can have you autograph" he asked.
He reminded Harry of a startled rabbit.
Taking the paper, he grabbed a quill and quickly wrote across the paper:
Harry Potter.
Scribbling int out, he frowned and wrote:
The boy who lived
Frownign again he scribbled that out and wrote:
To : Brad, I look forward to teaching you in class.
From: Proffesor Potter,
Smiling Harry handed the paper to the boy.
Harry thought it looked like he might faint. Instead he squealed and ran over to his seat. Harry over heard him squeal " He wrote that he looks forward to teaching me!" with delight.
Harry smiled and shook his head, beginning to eat again.
~
As Harry walked towards his room, he faelt a hand on his upper arm, he turn to what he thought was Alicia. He wacked smack dab into Malfoy.
Glaring, Malfoy said "I saw you signing autographs for kids today. Still playing pretty boy?" he asked, with a sarcastic tone of voice.
Harry glared through the dark and said in a slippery voice " Your just sad that know one has ever thought of you as Pretty". Immediately he realised that it was really stupid of him to say.
Malfoys cold laugh rang out. "Don't worry, Potter. I will soon be more famous than you!, People will know me as " the boy who killed an annoying prat"
Harry smiled and said. "Plannig on commiting suicide soon?"
Harry turned to leave when Malfoy said " Like that filthy mudblood? No, im better than that" he laughed, but stopped suddenly when Harry's fist connected with his lower jaw, sending him sailing backwards.
Harry hissed, though not in Parseltongue " Don't Ever insult Hermione again"
The silence was ringing, but Harry still managed to hear malfoy whisper to his retrieting back " It was your fault".
Later, Harry didn't know how he had managed not to kill Harry on sight.
Harry was about to aske her where she was going, but she rounded a corner and he didn't call after her. He shrugged thinking, I'll ask her later, and continued walking to the hall.
~
While Harry was eating, he barely noticed that Alicia was gone. He was starving. Teaching difficult spells was hard. He was trying to advance the levels of knowledge that each class had by giving them work that was too advanced for them.
Harry felt a soft tap on shoulder and turned around, to see a short and rather pudgy little boy standing there. Harry said through a full mouth "'Ow, gan I elp oo?" he chewed quickly then said "How can I help you?" smiling.
The boy blushed and Mumbled, " My name is Prat, I mean Brad. I j-just wanted to know if you were, if you could, I mean, If you wanted to" the boy stopped talking and Looked at Harry, obviously embarassed, Harry noted a pad of paper in which his hands gripped quite tightly.
Harry smiled and asked "what isit?" kindly.
The boy looked at him through square glasses and mumbled "Willyousignmypaper" quietly.
Harry looked at him quiestioningly and he said more clearly "Will you please sign my autograph, I mean autograph my sign, I mean sign this so that I can have you autograph" he asked.
He reminded Harry of a startled rabbit.
Taking the paper, he grabbed a quill and quickly wrote across the paper:
Harry Potter.
Scribbling int out, he frowned and wrote:
The boy who lived
Frownign again he scribbled that out and wrote:
To : Brad, I look forward to teaching you in class.
From: Proffesor Potter,
Smiling Harry handed the paper to the boy.
Harry thought it looked like he might faint. Instead he squealed and ran over to his seat. Harry over heard him squeal " He wrote that he looks forward to teaching me!" with delight.
Harry smiled and shook his head, beginning to eat again.
~
As Harry walked towards his room, he faelt a hand on his upper arm, he turn to what he thought was Alicia. He wacked smack dab into Malfoy.
Glaring, Malfoy said "I saw you signing autographs for kids today. Still playing pretty boy?" he asked, with a sarcastic tone of voice.
Harry glared through the dark and said in a slippery voice " Your just sad that know one has ever thought of you as Pretty". Immediately he realised that it was really stupid of him to say.
Malfoys cold laugh rang out. "Don't worry, Potter. I will soon be more famous than you!, People will know me as " the boy who killed an annoying prat"
Harry smiled and said. "Plannig on commiting suicide soon?"
Harry turned to leave when Malfoy said " Like that filthy mudblood? No, im better than that" he laughed, but stopped suddenly when Harry's fist connected with his lower jaw, sending him sailing backwards.
Harry hissed, though not in Parseltongue " Don't Ever insult Hermione again"
The silence was ringing, but Harry still managed to hear malfoy whisper to his retrieting back " It was your fault".
Later, Harry didn't know how he had managed not to kill Harry on sight.
