POTTY WEE POTTER
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 16
The sound of Harry's feet seemed to boom in the eerie silence of Dumbledore's office as he ran to the phoenix's perch. It wasn't there. Harry paused in mid-run back to the door. What should he do now ? Run back down and fight ? Find another escape route ? He didn't have to wait long. In a burst of green flames the blond haired death eater in training appeared.
"Malfoy," Harry muttered, turning to face Draco, his wand in front of him ready to strike. The sorting hat yawned (as he had only just woke when Harry entered) and stared at the fight. To him it was Slytherin versus Gryffindor.
"Potter," Draco muttered back at him, his wand also extended. "So it comes to this." Harry didn't need anymore telling.
"Crucio !" Harry yelled. This time meaning it (unlike at the department of mysteries). Draco fell to the floor screaming. But soon Harry ended the spell. He couldn't stand to see the former Slytherin in pain, even if he had betrayed him.
"Accio !" Draco countered causing a large book to fly into the back of Harry's head and into his hand. Harry dropped to one knee in time to be struck in the face with the book. His nose broke and he fell to his back.
"Furnunculous !" Harry yelled in reply. Boils broke out on Draco's face, "Expelliarmus." Draco was done for, with spots of puss all over his and his wand far out of reach he remained on his knees as Harry stood up. Blood rushed from his nose and slowly he raised his wand.
'SAY IT!" His anger shouted from deep in side him, "KILL HIM'
'No, I'm not a killer,"
"YOU MAY NOT BE BUT HE IS ! RON'S AT DEATHS DOOR"
He raised his wand and with a flick yelled, "Locomotor Mortis." Draco's feet and arms became unmoved able and he feel flat on his face in front of Harry.
Now what ? Harry's brain raced. He had no way of proving Draco planned the murder. And he had no escape. But that didn't matter.
"That was great Harry !" His former Dark Arts teacher yelled. It was Lupin. He seemed to be floating by the window and Harry had never been so happy to see him. He dashed to the window, only to find that Remus and Tonks were sat on the back of Buckbeak. Harry smiled. Sirius had loved that beast, but then not nearly as much as Hagrid did. "Dumbledore says he has everything under control."
"Yeah," Tonks shouted, her electric blue hair reflecting in the moonlight. "Leave the dumb blond here and jump on." Harry did as he was told. He had defeated Malfoy in his mind. And that was enough.
(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )
Chapter 16
The sound of Harry's feet seemed to boom in the eerie silence of Dumbledore's office as he ran to the phoenix's perch. It wasn't there. Harry paused in mid-run back to the door. What should he do now ? Run back down and fight ? Find another escape route ? He didn't have to wait long. In a burst of green flames the blond haired death eater in training appeared.
"Malfoy," Harry muttered, turning to face Draco, his wand in front of him ready to strike. The sorting hat yawned (as he had only just woke when Harry entered) and stared at the fight. To him it was Slytherin versus Gryffindor.
"Potter," Draco muttered back at him, his wand also extended. "So it comes to this." Harry didn't need anymore telling.
"Crucio !" Harry yelled. This time meaning it (unlike at the department of mysteries). Draco fell to the floor screaming. But soon Harry ended the spell. He couldn't stand to see the former Slytherin in pain, even if he had betrayed him.
"Accio !" Draco countered causing a large book to fly into the back of Harry's head and into his hand. Harry dropped to one knee in time to be struck in the face with the book. His nose broke and he fell to his back.
"Furnunculous !" Harry yelled in reply. Boils broke out on Draco's face, "Expelliarmus." Draco was done for, with spots of puss all over his and his wand far out of reach he remained on his knees as Harry stood up. Blood rushed from his nose and slowly he raised his wand.
'SAY IT!" His anger shouted from deep in side him, "KILL HIM'
'No, I'm not a killer,"
"YOU MAY NOT BE BUT HE IS ! RON'S AT DEATHS DOOR"
He raised his wand and with a flick yelled, "Locomotor Mortis." Draco's feet and arms became unmoved able and he feel flat on his face in front of Harry.
Now what ? Harry's brain raced. He had no way of proving Draco planned the murder. And he had no escape. But that didn't matter.
"That was great Harry !" His former Dark Arts teacher yelled. It was Lupin. He seemed to be floating by the window and Harry had never been so happy to see him. He dashed to the window, only to find that Remus and Tonks were sat on the back of Buckbeak. Harry smiled. Sirius had loved that beast, but then not nearly as much as Hagrid did. "Dumbledore says he has everything under control."
"Yeah," Tonks shouted, her electric blue hair reflecting in the moonlight. "Leave the dumb blond here and jump on." Harry did as he was told. He had defeated Malfoy in his mind. And that was enough.