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The next few days were torture form Harry, Ron and Hermione. Ron and Hermione kept an eye on Harry as often as they could, and Harry couldn't help but look over his shoulder whenever he got a chance. It was awful, being the only pupils in the school that knew (he assumed a number of the staff already knew).but one morning made Harry suspect that they weren't the only ones.
As they sat in Transfiguration in the third period that day, Harry got the fright of his life. He was one of the first in the classroom, except for a few. He sat at his desk and pulled out his things. No sooner had he done that, a large owl flew in through the window, alarming everyone. It was quite rare for owls to visit students during lessons. Harry was most surprised when the owl (one he had never seen before) dropped a note onto his table. Harry picked up the note, curious and read it aloud in his head.
Dear Mr Potter,
Your presence is immediately required down in the Dungeons. We feel you may be able to help us unravel a slight problem. Failure to comply will result in punishment.
A Governor of the Ministry of Magic.
Harry stared curiously down at the letter and read it again. What problem? Who could he help the Ministry of Magic? The more Harry read the letter, the more suspicious he became. Why hadn't the letter been signed? Harry read the last bit again; result in punishment.he hadn't done anything wrong. For a second he thought about asking Dumbledore, but Transfiguration started in a few minutes. If he was going, he had to go now.he looked at his watch and decided in a second. He was going. But he really wished Ron and Hermione were here to ask. Stuffing his things back in his bag, he rose from the table and left though the entrance. Only Neville questioned him.
"Where're you going, Harry?" he asked.
"Oh.just a bit of bother, Neville. I won't be long. Can you tell Ron and Hermione when they arrive?"
Neville nodded and Harry left.
The dungeons were no less cold than usual to Harry as he walked down the path slightly nervous. Was it Cornelius Fudge who sent it? Maybe they wanted his help with the attack that was supposed to be happening at Hogwarts.as Harry thought about this, the more nervous he got.
The letter said in the dungeons. But where? Which classroom? Harry became more and more apprehensive as he walked and quickened his step, but he barely had time to ponder on this thought because he stumbled sharply as something cold caught him harshly around the neck. Harry thought for a second that it was a very large wand but as he straightened up against the cold wall, he realized it was a cane. Without looking up, he knew who it belonged to.
Lucius Malfoy.
"You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr Potter. Especially when you should be lying low."
Harry said nothing. His heart was beating so hard in his chest that he was sure Draco's father would hear it. Lucius Malfoy released the cane around Harry's neck but stood directly in front of him, so he wouldn't walk away.
"So. The Famous Harry Potter decides not to listen to advice from those who know best, and decides to make as much of a scene as possible." he said in a soft and dangerous voice, not unlike Snape's.
Harry waited for a second before speaking. "What do you want?"
"Very simple really. I wanted a little word with you, you are very hard to get hold of I must say."
"The note." Harry's brain was working furiously. "It was you, wasn't it?"
Malfoy smiled coldly. "Simple yet effective."
Harry felt angry.
"Now, down to business. I don't think I need to remind you what this is about.do I?
Harry thought hard. He must be talking about what had happened in Potions. "No."
"Good," Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "And I don't think I need to explain what kind of people you disrespect when you touch my son, and the next time you feel like losing your temper, I strongly recommend you do not take it out on a Pureblood family."
Harry was weighing up his options. Irritating Lucius Malfoy in a darkened corridor, alone, was probably not the best of plans. However, he hadn't taken any of this from Draco Malfoy and he wasn't going to take it from his father. Lucius Malfoy backed away ever so slightly, awaiting Harry's answer.
"Do I make myself clear?" Malfoy asked, hissing slightly.
Harry paused, but then said, "No, as a matter of fact, you're incredibly unclear. What makes you so special? You pride yourselves on being Purebloods.it doesn't make the slightest bit of difference, and if Draco insults my parents again I can't promise I won't lose my temper."
Lucius Malfoy had closed the gap between him and Harry without Harry noticing. Harry realized as soon as he had finished speaking that it was a bad move. More than once before he had said stupid things when he was angry, but right now, this seemed the worst situation. He frantically tried to feel in his pockets, without Malfoy noticing, for his wand. His fingers clasped on it and he didn't move his hand.
Malfoy stepped forwards and bent down, putting his hands on the wall behind Harry, so their faces were a centimetre apart.
"I think maybe I need to remind you of just who you're dealing with," he said softly. "You may be under the delusion that your past makes you special.with your parents being martyrs and all of that."
Malfoy raised his wand, making Harry's insides plummet. Instead of using it, he ran it over the scar on Harry's head.
"But it only reminds those, you should be worrying about now, who you are, Mr Potter. Lord Voldemort won't forget, you know. And I must impose on you; the actions you are taking are not going to go unnoticed, by me most of all."
"I won't forget either," said Harry defiantly. "Voldemort killed my parents and my friend."
Malfoy smiled. "Strong words. Did you ever wonder why your parents were killed?"
Harry was brewing with rage.
"They were meddlesome fools, you know. And as for Diggory.well. But then again, they were Half-Bloods."
"Well, Mr Malfoy, you are an example of why Purebloods are no better than the rest of us."
Malfoy's smile faded. With a flash, he drew his wand away from Harry's scar and pointed it between his eyes.
"Would you care to repeat that?" he said, his voice full of malice.
There was a sudden angry shout.
"Wha' the bloody hell do yer think you're doin?" roared Hagrid. Torches had been lit in a second and a large, shaggy figure came into view accompanied by a very white looking Ron and Hermione.
Malfoy lowered his wand in an instant and looked up at Hagrid.
"Ah. Hagrid is it? Still here I see? You surprise me."
"How d'you get down 'ere?" repeated Hagrid.
"I have my ways," he glanced down at Ron and Hermione. "Ah, a Weasely and.a Muggleborn."
Harry could see that he was fighting an urge to call Hermione a Mudblood, a very offensive term for Muggleborns.
"Wha' d'yer want with Harry anyway?" Hagrid shouted.
"Mr Potter and I had a spot of business to sort out," said Malfoy coolly.
"Business?" questioned Hermione.
Malfoy glared coldly at Hermione.
"D'you know, Malfoy, I'm surprised they 'aven't sacked you as a Governor! You're a disgrace!" said Hagrid angrily.
"Really?" said Malfoy. "We obviously have different ideas of what a disgrace is, Mr Hagrid."
Ron and Hermione clung on to Hagrid's moth eaten cloak to stop him advancing on Lucius Malfoy.
"You just wait until Dumbledore hears about this!"
"Ah, unfortunately, Dumbledore is not currently present," sneered Malfoy.
"On the contrary, Lucius. I am witnessing it all."
Harry turned sharply and to his great relief, he saw Dumbledore standing, illuminated in the torchlight, his eyes glinting with hidden fire.
"Ah, Dumbledore," said Malfoy. All were pleased to detect a certain amount of panic in his voice. "The whole Parade is here."
"Lucius I'm afraid I must ask you to leave Mr Potter alone and remove yourself from Hogwarts at once," said Dumbledore.
"Yes," said Malfoy, his voice now controlled. "I have said all I needed to say."
He glanced at Harry.
"Until our next meeting."
With that, he swept his cloak behind him and billowed out of the dungeons. Dumbledore turned back to Harry.
"Are you all right, Harry?" he asked. Harry, though still shaken, composed himself in front of the crowd.
"Yes, yes I'm fine."
"You sure, Harry?" asked Hagrid, still fuming. "He didn't hurt yeh?"
Harry shook his head and Hagrid nodded. "Right then. Got a fresh batch of Skrewts to attend to. Professor Dumbledore, Sir," he said as he left.
Dumbledore too nodded to Harry, "I shall also leave you now, Harry, but I must remind you to tread more carefully. I did happen to hear about the unfortunate incident with Mr Draco Malfoy."
Harry gulped.
"Action from Lucuis was unavoidable, I am afraid. But as no harm has been done, I shall leave you now. Please take care."
And with that he left leaving Harry to explain to a very confused Ron and Hermione.
The next few days were torture form Harry, Ron and Hermione. Ron and Hermione kept an eye on Harry as often as they could, and Harry couldn't help but look over his shoulder whenever he got a chance. It was awful, being the only pupils in the school that knew (he assumed a number of the staff already knew).but one morning made Harry suspect that they weren't the only ones.
As they sat in Transfiguration in the third period that day, Harry got the fright of his life. He was one of the first in the classroom, except for a few. He sat at his desk and pulled out his things. No sooner had he done that, a large owl flew in through the window, alarming everyone. It was quite rare for owls to visit students during lessons. Harry was most surprised when the owl (one he had never seen before) dropped a note onto his table. Harry picked up the note, curious and read it aloud in his head.
Dear Mr Potter,
Your presence is immediately required down in the Dungeons. We feel you may be able to help us unravel a slight problem. Failure to comply will result in punishment.
A Governor of the Ministry of Magic.
Harry stared curiously down at the letter and read it again. What problem? Who could he help the Ministry of Magic? The more Harry read the letter, the more suspicious he became. Why hadn't the letter been signed? Harry read the last bit again; result in punishment.he hadn't done anything wrong. For a second he thought about asking Dumbledore, but Transfiguration started in a few minutes. If he was going, he had to go now.he looked at his watch and decided in a second. He was going. But he really wished Ron and Hermione were here to ask. Stuffing his things back in his bag, he rose from the table and left though the entrance. Only Neville questioned him.
"Where're you going, Harry?" he asked.
"Oh.just a bit of bother, Neville. I won't be long. Can you tell Ron and Hermione when they arrive?"
Neville nodded and Harry left.
The dungeons were no less cold than usual to Harry as he walked down the path slightly nervous. Was it Cornelius Fudge who sent it? Maybe they wanted his help with the attack that was supposed to be happening at Hogwarts.as Harry thought about this, the more nervous he got.
The letter said in the dungeons. But where? Which classroom? Harry became more and more apprehensive as he walked and quickened his step, but he barely had time to ponder on this thought because he stumbled sharply as something cold caught him harshly around the neck. Harry thought for a second that it was a very large wand but as he straightened up against the cold wall, he realized it was a cane. Without looking up, he knew who it belonged to.
Lucius Malfoy.
"You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr Potter. Especially when you should be lying low."
Harry said nothing. His heart was beating so hard in his chest that he was sure Draco's father would hear it. Lucius Malfoy released the cane around Harry's neck but stood directly in front of him, so he wouldn't walk away.
"So. The Famous Harry Potter decides not to listen to advice from those who know best, and decides to make as much of a scene as possible." he said in a soft and dangerous voice, not unlike Snape's.
Harry waited for a second before speaking. "What do you want?"
"Very simple really. I wanted a little word with you, you are very hard to get hold of I must say."
"The note." Harry's brain was working furiously. "It was you, wasn't it?"
Malfoy smiled coldly. "Simple yet effective."
Harry felt angry.
"Now, down to business. I don't think I need to remind you what this is about.do I?
Harry thought hard. He must be talking about what had happened in Potions. "No."
"Good," Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "And I don't think I need to explain what kind of people you disrespect when you touch my son, and the next time you feel like losing your temper, I strongly recommend you do not take it out on a Pureblood family."
Harry was weighing up his options. Irritating Lucius Malfoy in a darkened corridor, alone, was probably not the best of plans. However, he hadn't taken any of this from Draco Malfoy and he wasn't going to take it from his father. Lucius Malfoy backed away ever so slightly, awaiting Harry's answer.
"Do I make myself clear?" Malfoy asked, hissing slightly.
Harry paused, but then said, "No, as a matter of fact, you're incredibly unclear. What makes you so special? You pride yourselves on being Purebloods.it doesn't make the slightest bit of difference, and if Draco insults my parents again I can't promise I won't lose my temper."
Lucius Malfoy had closed the gap between him and Harry without Harry noticing. Harry realized as soon as he had finished speaking that it was a bad move. More than once before he had said stupid things when he was angry, but right now, this seemed the worst situation. He frantically tried to feel in his pockets, without Malfoy noticing, for his wand. His fingers clasped on it and he didn't move his hand.
Malfoy stepped forwards and bent down, putting his hands on the wall behind Harry, so their faces were a centimetre apart.
"I think maybe I need to remind you of just who you're dealing with," he said softly. "You may be under the delusion that your past makes you special.with your parents being martyrs and all of that."
Malfoy raised his wand, making Harry's insides plummet. Instead of using it, he ran it over the scar on Harry's head.
"But it only reminds those, you should be worrying about now, who you are, Mr Potter. Lord Voldemort won't forget, you know. And I must impose on you; the actions you are taking are not going to go unnoticed, by me most of all."
"I won't forget either," said Harry defiantly. "Voldemort killed my parents and my friend."
Malfoy smiled. "Strong words. Did you ever wonder why your parents were killed?"
Harry was brewing with rage.
"They were meddlesome fools, you know. And as for Diggory.well. But then again, they were Half-Bloods."
"Well, Mr Malfoy, you are an example of why Purebloods are no better than the rest of us."
Malfoy's smile faded. With a flash, he drew his wand away from Harry's scar and pointed it between his eyes.
"Would you care to repeat that?" he said, his voice full of malice.
There was a sudden angry shout.
"Wha' the bloody hell do yer think you're doin?" roared Hagrid. Torches had been lit in a second and a large, shaggy figure came into view accompanied by a very white looking Ron and Hermione.
Malfoy lowered his wand in an instant and looked up at Hagrid.
"Ah. Hagrid is it? Still here I see? You surprise me."
"How d'you get down 'ere?" repeated Hagrid.
"I have my ways," he glanced down at Ron and Hermione. "Ah, a Weasely and.a Muggleborn."
Harry could see that he was fighting an urge to call Hermione a Mudblood, a very offensive term for Muggleborns.
"Wha' d'yer want with Harry anyway?" Hagrid shouted.
"Mr Potter and I had a spot of business to sort out," said Malfoy coolly.
"Business?" questioned Hermione.
Malfoy glared coldly at Hermione.
"D'you know, Malfoy, I'm surprised they 'aven't sacked you as a Governor! You're a disgrace!" said Hagrid angrily.
"Really?" said Malfoy. "We obviously have different ideas of what a disgrace is, Mr Hagrid."
Ron and Hermione clung on to Hagrid's moth eaten cloak to stop him advancing on Lucius Malfoy.
"You just wait until Dumbledore hears about this!"
"Ah, unfortunately, Dumbledore is not currently present," sneered Malfoy.
"On the contrary, Lucius. I am witnessing it all."
Harry turned sharply and to his great relief, he saw Dumbledore standing, illuminated in the torchlight, his eyes glinting with hidden fire.
"Ah, Dumbledore," said Malfoy. All were pleased to detect a certain amount of panic in his voice. "The whole Parade is here."
"Lucius I'm afraid I must ask you to leave Mr Potter alone and remove yourself from Hogwarts at once," said Dumbledore.
"Yes," said Malfoy, his voice now controlled. "I have said all I needed to say."
He glanced at Harry.
"Until our next meeting."
With that, he swept his cloak behind him and billowed out of the dungeons. Dumbledore turned back to Harry.
"Are you all right, Harry?" he asked. Harry, though still shaken, composed himself in front of the crowd.
"Yes, yes I'm fine."
"You sure, Harry?" asked Hagrid, still fuming. "He didn't hurt yeh?"
Harry shook his head and Hagrid nodded. "Right then. Got a fresh batch of Skrewts to attend to. Professor Dumbledore, Sir," he said as he left.
Dumbledore too nodded to Harry, "I shall also leave you now, Harry, but I must remind you to tread more carefully. I did happen to hear about the unfortunate incident with Mr Draco Malfoy."
Harry gulped.
"Action from Lucuis was unavoidable, I am afraid. But as no harm has been done, I shall leave you now. Please take care."
And with that he left leaving Harry to explain to a very confused Ron and Hermione.