I know I didn't put this on the last Chapter, so for the rest of this
story, this is going to go: I don't own anything Harry Potter
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So I ask myself again, 'why am I not working harder than last year and the year before, like Father said I should?' I'll tell you why. It's because Father is an ass. Yes, you heard me right. I'm two points away from being the top of the class, and he's still not satisfied. I say that if I get high enough grades that I am pretty much garunteed head-boyship, I'll settle with that. Unless Dumbledore goes and shows favoritism and makes Potter head-boy. But I don't think that the other teachers would agree to that.
Deciding who is head-boy is a task that teachers take very seriously. They write down who they thing deserves the title, based mainly on grades, and narrows it down. One teacher alone cannot decide weather somebody is head- boy, not even the Headmaster. Others have to agree.
I thought this until I walked into Potter's compartment. In the corner of the room, a man sat sleeping.
"Who's that?" I asked warily.
"New teacher," Potter said, rather too smugly. "What were you saying, Malfoy?"
On the new teachers suitcase was a name. Remus J. Lupin. I had heard of Lupin from my father. He had been a close friend of the Potters before they died. Lupin would most likely favor Potter and Weasley over other students, particularly me. I wasn't in the mood for getting in trouble right off the bat.
"Come on," I mumbled.
If Lupin was going to stay at the school as our new teacher, I supposed I would have to work harder after all. Life didn't seem fair. Lockhart favored Potter too. It wasn't that I was -idolizing- the guy, I hated him. It was just that I got marked down because he didn't like me.
I just went to my own compartment to read. I once tried to say some thing to Crabbe and Goyle. Their response.
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This was getting greatly unnerving. I needed somebody with brains to talk to. Unfortunately, there was no such person in my house. And I refused to stoop so low as to try to become friends with Potter; I wasn't that desperate yet.
The train came to a sudden halt, and all the lamps went out. I tall, black cloaked creature came into the compartment. Father had told me about them. Dementors. The ministry had been so stupid as to send him on one of their Azkaban inspections. Afterward, they had never tried again.
I, like my father, did not wish to stay in the company of such fowl creature. I got up and started walking through the train. Unfortunately form me, they were all over the train, checking the compartments. They eventually went away, but I was still feeling rather horrible from them.
"Did you hear?" a girls voice came through one of the carriage doors. "Harry Potter came across a dementor, and he -fainted-."
"It must have been his tragic past!" another girl cooed. "That's so sweet."
"He's so brave," the first girl swooned.
I didn't think it was bravery. I thought it was hilarious. Brave, perfect Harry Potter fainted at the sight of a dementor. So he wasn't as special as everybody thought. Longbottom mentioned it too, not too long before we got into the horse-less carriages. I made sure to bring it up as soon as possible. When they were heading up the steps to the school.
"You -fainted- Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? You actually -fainted-." I stepped in front of them on their way.
I watched with growing amusement as Weasley visibly tensed.
"Shove off, Malfoy," he snapped.
I couldn't help milking it. "Did you faint as well Weasley? Did the scary old dementor frighten you too, Weasley?"
"Is there a problem?" Lupin said, getting out of a carriage.
Ouch. Big mistake. That should teach me to push it in front of one of the teachers that adored Potter.
"Oh, no---er---Professor-" I could hear sarcasm sneaking it's way in. I was sure Lupin noticed it, but the teacher decided to ignore it. He allowed me to continue my way up to the castle.
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So I ask myself again, 'why am I not working harder than last year and the year before, like Father said I should?' I'll tell you why. It's because Father is an ass. Yes, you heard me right. I'm two points away from being the top of the class, and he's still not satisfied. I say that if I get high enough grades that I am pretty much garunteed head-boyship, I'll settle with that. Unless Dumbledore goes and shows favoritism and makes Potter head-boy. But I don't think that the other teachers would agree to that.
Deciding who is head-boy is a task that teachers take very seriously. They write down who they thing deserves the title, based mainly on grades, and narrows it down. One teacher alone cannot decide weather somebody is head- boy, not even the Headmaster. Others have to agree.
I thought this until I walked into Potter's compartment. In the corner of the room, a man sat sleeping.
"Who's that?" I asked warily.
"New teacher," Potter said, rather too smugly. "What were you saying, Malfoy?"
On the new teachers suitcase was a name. Remus J. Lupin. I had heard of Lupin from my father. He had been a close friend of the Potters before they died. Lupin would most likely favor Potter and Weasley over other students, particularly me. I wasn't in the mood for getting in trouble right off the bat.
"Come on," I mumbled.
If Lupin was going to stay at the school as our new teacher, I supposed I would have to work harder after all. Life didn't seem fair. Lockhart favored Potter too. It wasn't that I was -idolizing- the guy, I hated him. It was just that I got marked down because he didn't like me.
I just went to my own compartment to read. I once tried to say some thing to Crabbe and Goyle. Their response.
"..........."
This was getting greatly unnerving. I needed somebody with brains to talk to. Unfortunately, there was no such person in my house. And I refused to stoop so low as to try to become friends with Potter; I wasn't that desperate yet.
The train came to a sudden halt, and all the lamps went out. I tall, black cloaked creature came into the compartment. Father had told me about them. Dementors. The ministry had been so stupid as to send him on one of their Azkaban inspections. Afterward, they had never tried again.
I, like my father, did not wish to stay in the company of such fowl creature. I got up and started walking through the train. Unfortunately form me, they were all over the train, checking the compartments. They eventually went away, but I was still feeling rather horrible from them.
"Did you hear?" a girls voice came through one of the carriage doors. "Harry Potter came across a dementor, and he -fainted-."
"It must have been his tragic past!" another girl cooed. "That's so sweet."
"He's so brave," the first girl swooned.
I didn't think it was bravery. I thought it was hilarious. Brave, perfect Harry Potter fainted at the sight of a dementor. So he wasn't as special as everybody thought. Longbottom mentioned it too, not too long before we got into the horse-less carriages. I made sure to bring it up as soon as possible. When they were heading up the steps to the school.
"You -fainted- Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? You actually -fainted-." I stepped in front of them on their way.
I watched with growing amusement as Weasley visibly tensed.
"Shove off, Malfoy," he snapped.
I couldn't help milking it. "Did you faint as well Weasley? Did the scary old dementor frighten you too, Weasley?"
"Is there a problem?" Lupin said, getting out of a carriage.
Ouch. Big mistake. That should teach me to push it in front of one of the teachers that adored Potter.
"Oh, no---er---Professor-" I could hear sarcasm sneaking it's way in. I was sure Lupin noticed it, but the teacher decided to ignore it. He allowed me to continue my way up to the castle.