Ch. II
Shadows and Rain
Care of Magical Creatures was a class that everyone agreed, never had a boring moment (save for that flobberworm incident three years back). The class in itself was quite non orthodox, the keeper, Reubus Hagrid, was a half giant of great height and girth, and though he himself seemed quite alien, nothing compared to the animals he brought. However, being non- boring doesn't mean that it's a fun class all the time it means that you also have to be worrying about the safety of your necks. This class was no exception.
"Now if ye don't want to anger these buggers," said the half-giant Hagrid, "you'll be needing to give these things eye contact while feeding 'em these pickled octopus."
The whole class, comprising of Slytherins and Gryffindors were sitting there in disgust.
"I'm not touching any bloody 'pussies with my hands, I hate pussies" said Malfoy with a sneer.
Ron leaned over towards Harry and Ron.
"That shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone."
The whole group started laughing.
"But seriously," said Ron, "those things are fucking narsty!"
Even though they were close to Hagrid, not even all the respect for Hagrid could mask the fact that these things thirteen things Hagrid had bred were far from attractive. Like their blast ended skrewt father (or mother?) they were like grey slimy lobsters, but like their giant squid parent, they had tentacles and a beak.
Hagrid, getting nervous started parting his hair.
"I know they aren't the prettiest things in the world,"
Malfoy was heard laughing, but Hagrid continued.
"But accepting new things is part of life, and sides, these things are gonna be the new guardians of our school, so if you get them to know you when they're babes, they'll be one of your best friends."
The class, encouraged by Hagrid's words, walked up to the pen of creatures.
"Aww," said Parvati, "they're kinda cute!"
Going closer, Harry somewhat agreed with Parvati's statement. Once you get over the fact they were somewhat fishy and slimy, one could think their parakeet like beaks and big golden-rimmed brown eyes gave them a benign, if somewhat cute appearance.
"You guys can pet them if ye want," said Hagrid, "they enjoy human contact."
Everyone obeyed, and though some people were heard shuddering upon touching their slimy shells, they intrigued most of the class.
"They don't seem as aggressive as the Skrewts," said Hermione, "is it the Kraken in them?"
"Yes and no," said Hagrid, "yes, it's definetly the Kraken, in fact it's the same kraken in our lake. But no, because I should add that these creatures have a magic in them."
Neville Longbottom, a kid in Harry's house, ears' perked up.
"Magic?" he squeaked, "like they can conjure spells like we do?"
Hagrid smiled, "Not so sure m'self, but they are magical because they were partially conceived from these ancient designs in these ruins I found south of London."
"Ruins?" Inquired Hermione, "What ruins?"
"No one knows really what they're originally called," Hagrid returned, " 'cept they're known as 'Shadow Gates' in honor of the people who made 'em."
" 'Shadow Gate'?" Sneered Malfoy, " that silly little thing near Wales?"
Hagrid grew tense.
"Best not be insulting the Shadow Gate and its makers Mr. Malfoy. These things you're putting your hands near are connected to them, who knows how they'll react."
Malfoy laughed icily.
"They'll do nothing," said Malfoy, "after all, for all we know, theses 'Shadow Folk' were nothing but dumb farts who,"
Before Malfoy could continue, the Skrecken as they were called now, started tearing at Malfoy's hand.
"What the fuck?!" He roared, "Get 'em of my fucking hand!"
Hagrid grew ghastly pale and rushed off to placate the raging Skrecken. But before he could reach them, Malfoy, in an attempt to shake them off his hand, bumped into the enclosure and fell into the pit filled with angry Skrecken.
Pansy screamed.
Hagrid blanched.
Everyone else just gasped.
As Malfoy fell into the pit he couldn't help but realize how ironic this was. Time seemed to slow down and as he got near the animals he started closing his eyes. But suddenly, just before he felt a single tentacle or beak upon him, he felt someone grab him by his shirt collar and yank him up and drop him out of the enclosure. Malfoy opened up his eyes and noticed someone standing over him. Well not just someone, everyone. The whole class was leaning over him some with a look of disbelief and others, like Ron, had looks of utter disappointment. One guy though, was looming over him with a look of concern. It was Potter.
"Malfoy," said Harry, "you all right?"
Malfoy's gaze lingered at Harry's green eyes and he was silent.
"Malfoy?' said Harry again.
Malfoy snapped out of it. "Well of course I'm fine! I just slipped that's all!"
"Twenty points from Slytherin!" Yelled Hagrid. "And an extra twenty points to Gryffindor, and maybe that will teach you Mr. Malfoy, that if ye get on the bad side of some creatures, yer gonna get bitten!"
The rest of the class time was quiet. The Skrecken became quite agreeable once again and the Slytherins were in their corner sulking. When the class ended, the Gryffindors circled around Harry as the Slytherins started to leave.
"Brilliant Harry!" Roared a happy sandy haired Seamus Finnigan, "Now we definitely have an edge for the house cup!"
"I really don't know though," said Parvati, "I think it might be worth to lose the house cup if Malfoy died."
Everyone laughed.
"Something wrong Harry?" Inquired Hermione.
"Oh," said Harry who was looking at something off at the distance, "no, nothing really." He turned around and gave an apologetic smile.
"Well then," said Hermione, "I think we should hurry on up, it's time for Divination with the Ravenclaws."
"You're taking Divination?!" Sputtered Ron. "But Hermy, I thought you were against it, 'rubbish and codswallop' is what you called it."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You don't need to tell me this Ron, I already know! But McGonagall had informed that if I don't at least take one full year of Divination I won't be qualified to graduate!"
Harry was just content to listen to his friends talking. Finally, he thought, he was back home and all the warm feelings of joy and happiness came back. Well almost.
"Sirius." thought Harry. Things haven't been the same. No more floo- powder communications, no more big black dog near the foot of his bed.it was like he lost his family over again, but this time, he could remember it. There was also another feeling in there that he shouldn't have. He didn't tell his friends this, but what he was looking at was Malfoy. There was something about him today.something that made him seem different from all those days in his youth. What shocked him was the expression he saw when he saved Malfoy from the Skrecken; the same look given when he punched him. It was fear, vulnerability.
"What strange eyes he has," he thought. Suddenly, Harry was aware everything had gone silent. He looked around; Hermione, Ron, Neville, Parvati and Seamus were stock-still. Harry instinctively knew what it was; so did Hermione.
"Harry!" She gasped, "Harry! They can't be here! They just can't be!"
"Who cares if they should or shouldn't be here!" Said Harry. "Hermione, tell everyone to run! Run before,"
A feeling of immense cold hit him suddenly and he saw Neville fall to the ground.
"Hermione, Ron!" Yelled Harry, "Take the rest out of here, tell Dumbledore!"
Ron and Hermione nodded and they guided everyone into the school building.
Harry then looked around, the feeling of cold gnawing at his insides, looking for the source of this horrible feeling. Mist started to roll all over the place till the whole area was drenched in fog. Just then, there was a scream near the school grounds and Harry rushed towards it. Malfoy was on the ground, and looming over him was a tall hooded figure, a Dementor. Harry instinctively pulled out his wand pointed at the hooded figure, and started thinking of pleasant memories.
"EXPECTO PATRONU-"
Just then, the Dementor let out a piercing scream. Harry felt his knees buckle, and the pleasant thought, a necessary part of the Patronus (anti-dementor) charm was gone. What filled up his head was fear, fear without a name or label or instance. He was petrified. The Dementor then started moving closer to Malfoy and picked him up. It then proceeded to move its hooded head towards the face of the now still Malfoy. Harry was in total fear, the Dementors, were never this strong, and now this one was about to kill someone right in front of him.
"Malfoy!" Croaked Harry.
The creature then reached for its hood but then it stopped and dropped Malfoy and turned around. There was silence for about a few seconds when suddenly a burst of light came from somewhere in the mist, and pierced the Dementor. "An arrow?" Thought Harry. A figure in green then dashed out of the mist and pulled out a sword and hacked the Dementor to pieces. The Dementor, totally caught off guard, could do nothing but haplessly watch it's self being ripped to pieces. Finally, the Dementor fell to the ground and the figure in green turned towards Harry. He had blond hair, a green tunic, blue eyes, and had a sword and shield. The most striking feature though was that he had Elvin ears yet he was nothing like the house elves Harry was accustomed to. The elf then grabbed Harry and shook him by the shoulder.
"El tyarna?" Said the figure with a look of concern. He then pulled something out of his pocket, a golden triangle with a neck chain, and he put it around his neck. He spoke again.
"You all right?" He asked.
Harry nodded, and realized that his muscles weren't frozen. Malfoy started to stir.
"No! No! Please! I," said Malfoy as he flailed his arms. The boy in green leaned over and felt his forehead.
"You can get up," he said with a smile, "the creature is gone."
Malfoy got up and looked at the still hooded figure.
"Fuckin dementors," he said cockily, yet his hands were still shaking.
"Dementors?" said the boy, "that thing wasn't a 'dementor'."
Harry turned towards the boy. "Then what was it?"
Link went up to the figure and ripped off the hood of the Dementor. Instead of a horrible visage of scabby skin and a deep gaping maw, there was just a mummy with a wooden mask.
"ReDead," said the boy, "creatures from my land. They must've come here with the evil that defiled my homeland." The boy then grabbed his sword and slammed it right through the mask and the creature let out one last moan and vanished into dust.
Malfoy sneered at the boy. "You seem to know a lot about these things," he said icily, "who are you, and what's with the ears?"
Harry turned towards Malfoy, "Oh yeah, go ahead and insult the person who saved you, shut up you fag!"
Malfoy turned red and mumbled something, and the boy raised his hand to calm them down.
"Please don't fight," he said, "I admit my ears are a bit bigger than yours, but I assume we're pretty much the same."
"The name's Link," he said, "I'm here to save my homeland." Link then turned around and Harry saw that six figures were marching from the school.
"Harry!" Yelled one of the figures that were running towards him. "Harry! You all right?" It was Ginny who proceeded to leap into Harry's arms.
"Ginny!" Said Ron with masked relief. "Lay off of Harry."
Harry saw that along with Ron and Ginny, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Hermione and Hagrid had also came.
Everyone started speaking at once, and many awkward and curious glances were exchanged between him or her and Link, who distanced himself from the crowd and sat on the grass. Dumbledore, whose silver beard shone out in the thinning mist, raised his palm to quell the chaotic conversation.
"I do believe," he said as he peered through his half moon spectacles, "that we have a visitor among us."
Harry nodded, and told what had happened.
"And then Dementor," said McGonagall, wide-eyed, "tried to give the Kiss to Malfoy, but this lad came in and stopped him?"
Harry nodded, "He shot something, like an arrow, and killed the thing."
Dumbledore sat silently in thought for a moment and serenely glided towards Link, who shot up onto his legs and attempted to look presentable.
"You needn't rise and get all fidgety," said Dumbledore jovially, "we are all in your debt and you saved the life of a student."
Link smiled, blushed, and mumbled something.
"You also seem to know a lot about these things," said Dumbledore, "perhaps you can tell me what is your purpose here?"
Harry meanwhile, was talking to Ron, Ginny, and Hermione.
"So this thing isn't a Dementor?" Said Ron. "Then what was it?"
"He said it was something called a ReDead," said Harry, "but I don't know anything else. Even about where he came from."
"Well we do know that he came here because of something happening in his home." Said Hermione. "But how did he get here?"
Malfoy let out a smarmy laugh.
"You want to say something, Malfoy?" said Hermione icily.
"Oh no," said Malfoy smugly, "it's just that it looks like Dumbledore and Hogwarts has found a new celebrity. Looks like your days are numbered Potter."
"Oh go fuck yourself Malfoy!"
Everyone was surprised. It wasn't Ginny, who snapped that out, or Ron, or Hermione. It was Harry, and it was not what he said, but the ferocity of his voice.
"Is this how you get off, Malfoy?" snarled Harry, "just incessant bantering and witty little remarks? Well I'm just damn tired of it, just damn tired!" Harry reached for his wand. Malfoy backed away, Ron pushed Ginny and Hermione behind him.
"Harry," croaked Ron, "Harry, are you,"
"All right?" said Harry. "Never been better Ron, I just have some unfinished business to do."
Harry then marched to Malfoy, who pulled out his wand.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Roared Harry, and Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand.
"I'm tired Malfoy," said Harry, "tired of all of this."
Harry then charged towards Malfoy, and Malfoy jumped back, and grabbed his wand. But when Harry was in range for Malfoy's wand, Malfoy's mouth went dry and silent. He couldn't say anything. Harry then just stopped and fell down onto his knees and began to sob.
"I'm tired," sobbed Harry, "I just want to leave this all, just tired."
Malfoy just kept staring at Harry.
"You're all nuts," he said, and he ran towards the school.
"Harry," crooned Hermione, " Harry are you all right? Should I get Dumbledore?"
Ron put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and showed to her that Dumbledore, Link, and McGonagall had left for school already; they hadn't seen what had just happened. Ginny reached out for Harry but stopped. It started to rain, but that somehow didn't matter. All they could do was just watch this black haired boy, kneel on the ground and sob. They weren't aware that another set of grey eyes was watching this. Malfoy, hidden behind a piece of statuary, stared with morbid fascination at the kneeled figure. He then sat down and put his back against the statue, letting the rain slide down his already slicked blond hair.
"Why couldn't I fire?" he asked. He dropped his wand. "I must be sick, real sick."
And Malfoy started to laugh and tears streamed from his eyes, which mixed with the pouring rain.
Shadows and Rain
Care of Magical Creatures was a class that everyone agreed, never had a boring moment (save for that flobberworm incident three years back). The class in itself was quite non orthodox, the keeper, Reubus Hagrid, was a half giant of great height and girth, and though he himself seemed quite alien, nothing compared to the animals he brought. However, being non- boring doesn't mean that it's a fun class all the time it means that you also have to be worrying about the safety of your necks. This class was no exception.
"Now if ye don't want to anger these buggers," said the half-giant Hagrid, "you'll be needing to give these things eye contact while feeding 'em these pickled octopus."
The whole class, comprising of Slytherins and Gryffindors were sitting there in disgust.
"I'm not touching any bloody 'pussies with my hands, I hate pussies" said Malfoy with a sneer.
Ron leaned over towards Harry and Ron.
"That shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone."
The whole group started laughing.
"But seriously," said Ron, "those things are fucking narsty!"
Even though they were close to Hagrid, not even all the respect for Hagrid could mask the fact that these things thirteen things Hagrid had bred were far from attractive. Like their blast ended skrewt father (or mother?) they were like grey slimy lobsters, but like their giant squid parent, they had tentacles and a beak.
Hagrid, getting nervous started parting his hair.
"I know they aren't the prettiest things in the world,"
Malfoy was heard laughing, but Hagrid continued.
"But accepting new things is part of life, and sides, these things are gonna be the new guardians of our school, so if you get them to know you when they're babes, they'll be one of your best friends."
The class, encouraged by Hagrid's words, walked up to the pen of creatures.
"Aww," said Parvati, "they're kinda cute!"
Going closer, Harry somewhat agreed with Parvati's statement. Once you get over the fact they were somewhat fishy and slimy, one could think their parakeet like beaks and big golden-rimmed brown eyes gave them a benign, if somewhat cute appearance.
"You guys can pet them if ye want," said Hagrid, "they enjoy human contact."
Everyone obeyed, and though some people were heard shuddering upon touching their slimy shells, they intrigued most of the class.
"They don't seem as aggressive as the Skrewts," said Hermione, "is it the Kraken in them?"
"Yes and no," said Hagrid, "yes, it's definetly the Kraken, in fact it's the same kraken in our lake. But no, because I should add that these creatures have a magic in them."
Neville Longbottom, a kid in Harry's house, ears' perked up.
"Magic?" he squeaked, "like they can conjure spells like we do?"
Hagrid smiled, "Not so sure m'self, but they are magical because they were partially conceived from these ancient designs in these ruins I found south of London."
"Ruins?" Inquired Hermione, "What ruins?"
"No one knows really what they're originally called," Hagrid returned, " 'cept they're known as 'Shadow Gates' in honor of the people who made 'em."
" 'Shadow Gate'?" Sneered Malfoy, " that silly little thing near Wales?"
Hagrid grew tense.
"Best not be insulting the Shadow Gate and its makers Mr. Malfoy. These things you're putting your hands near are connected to them, who knows how they'll react."
Malfoy laughed icily.
"They'll do nothing," said Malfoy, "after all, for all we know, theses 'Shadow Folk' were nothing but dumb farts who,"
Before Malfoy could continue, the Skrecken as they were called now, started tearing at Malfoy's hand.
"What the fuck?!" He roared, "Get 'em of my fucking hand!"
Hagrid grew ghastly pale and rushed off to placate the raging Skrecken. But before he could reach them, Malfoy, in an attempt to shake them off his hand, bumped into the enclosure and fell into the pit filled with angry Skrecken.
Pansy screamed.
Hagrid blanched.
Everyone else just gasped.
As Malfoy fell into the pit he couldn't help but realize how ironic this was. Time seemed to slow down and as he got near the animals he started closing his eyes. But suddenly, just before he felt a single tentacle or beak upon him, he felt someone grab him by his shirt collar and yank him up and drop him out of the enclosure. Malfoy opened up his eyes and noticed someone standing over him. Well not just someone, everyone. The whole class was leaning over him some with a look of disbelief and others, like Ron, had looks of utter disappointment. One guy though, was looming over him with a look of concern. It was Potter.
"Malfoy," said Harry, "you all right?"
Malfoy's gaze lingered at Harry's green eyes and he was silent.
"Malfoy?' said Harry again.
Malfoy snapped out of it. "Well of course I'm fine! I just slipped that's all!"
"Twenty points from Slytherin!" Yelled Hagrid. "And an extra twenty points to Gryffindor, and maybe that will teach you Mr. Malfoy, that if ye get on the bad side of some creatures, yer gonna get bitten!"
The rest of the class time was quiet. The Skrecken became quite agreeable once again and the Slytherins were in their corner sulking. When the class ended, the Gryffindors circled around Harry as the Slytherins started to leave.
"Brilliant Harry!" Roared a happy sandy haired Seamus Finnigan, "Now we definitely have an edge for the house cup!"
"I really don't know though," said Parvati, "I think it might be worth to lose the house cup if Malfoy died."
Everyone laughed.
"Something wrong Harry?" Inquired Hermione.
"Oh," said Harry who was looking at something off at the distance, "no, nothing really." He turned around and gave an apologetic smile.
"Well then," said Hermione, "I think we should hurry on up, it's time for Divination with the Ravenclaws."
"You're taking Divination?!" Sputtered Ron. "But Hermy, I thought you were against it, 'rubbish and codswallop' is what you called it."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You don't need to tell me this Ron, I already know! But McGonagall had informed that if I don't at least take one full year of Divination I won't be qualified to graduate!"
Harry was just content to listen to his friends talking. Finally, he thought, he was back home and all the warm feelings of joy and happiness came back. Well almost.
"Sirius." thought Harry. Things haven't been the same. No more floo- powder communications, no more big black dog near the foot of his bed.it was like he lost his family over again, but this time, he could remember it. There was also another feeling in there that he shouldn't have. He didn't tell his friends this, but what he was looking at was Malfoy. There was something about him today.something that made him seem different from all those days in his youth. What shocked him was the expression he saw when he saved Malfoy from the Skrecken; the same look given when he punched him. It was fear, vulnerability.
"What strange eyes he has," he thought. Suddenly, Harry was aware everything had gone silent. He looked around; Hermione, Ron, Neville, Parvati and Seamus were stock-still. Harry instinctively knew what it was; so did Hermione.
"Harry!" She gasped, "Harry! They can't be here! They just can't be!"
"Who cares if they should or shouldn't be here!" Said Harry. "Hermione, tell everyone to run! Run before,"
A feeling of immense cold hit him suddenly and he saw Neville fall to the ground.
"Hermione, Ron!" Yelled Harry, "Take the rest out of here, tell Dumbledore!"
Ron and Hermione nodded and they guided everyone into the school building.
Harry then looked around, the feeling of cold gnawing at his insides, looking for the source of this horrible feeling. Mist started to roll all over the place till the whole area was drenched in fog. Just then, there was a scream near the school grounds and Harry rushed towards it. Malfoy was on the ground, and looming over him was a tall hooded figure, a Dementor. Harry instinctively pulled out his wand pointed at the hooded figure, and started thinking of pleasant memories.
"EXPECTO PATRONU-"
Just then, the Dementor let out a piercing scream. Harry felt his knees buckle, and the pleasant thought, a necessary part of the Patronus (anti-dementor) charm was gone. What filled up his head was fear, fear without a name or label or instance. He was petrified. The Dementor then started moving closer to Malfoy and picked him up. It then proceeded to move its hooded head towards the face of the now still Malfoy. Harry was in total fear, the Dementors, were never this strong, and now this one was about to kill someone right in front of him.
"Malfoy!" Croaked Harry.
The creature then reached for its hood but then it stopped and dropped Malfoy and turned around. There was silence for about a few seconds when suddenly a burst of light came from somewhere in the mist, and pierced the Dementor. "An arrow?" Thought Harry. A figure in green then dashed out of the mist and pulled out a sword and hacked the Dementor to pieces. The Dementor, totally caught off guard, could do nothing but haplessly watch it's self being ripped to pieces. Finally, the Dementor fell to the ground and the figure in green turned towards Harry. He had blond hair, a green tunic, blue eyes, and had a sword and shield. The most striking feature though was that he had Elvin ears yet he was nothing like the house elves Harry was accustomed to. The elf then grabbed Harry and shook him by the shoulder.
"El tyarna?" Said the figure with a look of concern. He then pulled something out of his pocket, a golden triangle with a neck chain, and he put it around his neck. He spoke again.
"You all right?" He asked.
Harry nodded, and realized that his muscles weren't frozen. Malfoy started to stir.
"No! No! Please! I," said Malfoy as he flailed his arms. The boy in green leaned over and felt his forehead.
"You can get up," he said with a smile, "the creature is gone."
Malfoy got up and looked at the still hooded figure.
"Fuckin dementors," he said cockily, yet his hands were still shaking.
"Dementors?" said the boy, "that thing wasn't a 'dementor'."
Harry turned towards the boy. "Then what was it?"
Link went up to the figure and ripped off the hood of the Dementor. Instead of a horrible visage of scabby skin and a deep gaping maw, there was just a mummy with a wooden mask.
"ReDead," said the boy, "creatures from my land. They must've come here with the evil that defiled my homeland." The boy then grabbed his sword and slammed it right through the mask and the creature let out one last moan and vanished into dust.
Malfoy sneered at the boy. "You seem to know a lot about these things," he said icily, "who are you, and what's with the ears?"
Harry turned towards Malfoy, "Oh yeah, go ahead and insult the person who saved you, shut up you fag!"
Malfoy turned red and mumbled something, and the boy raised his hand to calm them down.
"Please don't fight," he said, "I admit my ears are a bit bigger than yours, but I assume we're pretty much the same."
"The name's Link," he said, "I'm here to save my homeland." Link then turned around and Harry saw that six figures were marching from the school.
"Harry!" Yelled one of the figures that were running towards him. "Harry! You all right?" It was Ginny who proceeded to leap into Harry's arms.
"Ginny!" Said Ron with masked relief. "Lay off of Harry."
Harry saw that along with Ron and Ginny, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Hermione and Hagrid had also came.
Everyone started speaking at once, and many awkward and curious glances were exchanged between him or her and Link, who distanced himself from the crowd and sat on the grass. Dumbledore, whose silver beard shone out in the thinning mist, raised his palm to quell the chaotic conversation.
"I do believe," he said as he peered through his half moon spectacles, "that we have a visitor among us."
Harry nodded, and told what had happened.
"And then Dementor," said McGonagall, wide-eyed, "tried to give the Kiss to Malfoy, but this lad came in and stopped him?"
Harry nodded, "He shot something, like an arrow, and killed the thing."
Dumbledore sat silently in thought for a moment and serenely glided towards Link, who shot up onto his legs and attempted to look presentable.
"You needn't rise and get all fidgety," said Dumbledore jovially, "we are all in your debt and you saved the life of a student."
Link smiled, blushed, and mumbled something.
"You also seem to know a lot about these things," said Dumbledore, "perhaps you can tell me what is your purpose here?"
Harry meanwhile, was talking to Ron, Ginny, and Hermione.
"So this thing isn't a Dementor?" Said Ron. "Then what was it?"
"He said it was something called a ReDead," said Harry, "but I don't know anything else. Even about where he came from."
"Well we do know that he came here because of something happening in his home." Said Hermione. "But how did he get here?"
Malfoy let out a smarmy laugh.
"You want to say something, Malfoy?" said Hermione icily.
"Oh no," said Malfoy smugly, "it's just that it looks like Dumbledore and Hogwarts has found a new celebrity. Looks like your days are numbered Potter."
"Oh go fuck yourself Malfoy!"
Everyone was surprised. It wasn't Ginny, who snapped that out, or Ron, or Hermione. It was Harry, and it was not what he said, but the ferocity of his voice.
"Is this how you get off, Malfoy?" snarled Harry, "just incessant bantering and witty little remarks? Well I'm just damn tired of it, just damn tired!" Harry reached for his wand. Malfoy backed away, Ron pushed Ginny and Hermione behind him.
"Harry," croaked Ron, "Harry, are you,"
"All right?" said Harry. "Never been better Ron, I just have some unfinished business to do."
Harry then marched to Malfoy, who pulled out his wand.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Roared Harry, and Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand.
"I'm tired Malfoy," said Harry, "tired of all of this."
Harry then charged towards Malfoy, and Malfoy jumped back, and grabbed his wand. But when Harry was in range for Malfoy's wand, Malfoy's mouth went dry and silent. He couldn't say anything. Harry then just stopped and fell down onto his knees and began to sob.
"I'm tired," sobbed Harry, "I just want to leave this all, just tired."
Malfoy just kept staring at Harry.
"You're all nuts," he said, and he ran towards the school.
"Harry," crooned Hermione, " Harry are you all right? Should I get Dumbledore?"
Ron put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and showed to her that Dumbledore, Link, and McGonagall had left for school already; they hadn't seen what had just happened. Ginny reached out for Harry but stopped. It started to rain, but that somehow didn't matter. All they could do was just watch this black haired boy, kneel on the ground and sob. They weren't aware that another set of grey eyes was watching this. Malfoy, hidden behind a piece of statuary, stared with morbid fascination at the kneeled figure. He then sat down and put his back against the statue, letting the rain slide down his already slicked blond hair.
"Why couldn't I fire?" he asked. He dropped his wand. "I must be sick, real sick."
And Malfoy started to laugh and tears streamed from his eyes, which mixed with the pouring rain.