08 Talks
Time flew by as School started again after the Christmas break. The usual spring storms made the whole population of the castle shiver, when the harsh and cold north-wind crept through the tiniest gaps in walls, window frames or doors to make them shiver.
Sirius hadn't bothered to get up since it was a Sunday and he had no lessons. He only taught the sixth and seventh years in DADA since it was too dangerous for the baby in the Potions lab and he had a lot of trouble to climb the many stairs to the dungeons every day with the extra weight. It was seven-months now and the baby kicked the whole time, never letting its father get a little rest. Fortunately the morning sickness had stopped long ago, but instead he suffered from backache and cramped feet. The mood swings had increased too.
Draco looked up, when he heard the footsteps behind him. Nobody ever came here, but obviously the Golden Boy didn't follow any rules these days, the Slytherin sighed.
"What's up, Potter? Is your common room too hot to stay or are you just unable to breathe between the girls snuggling up to the glorious hero?"
"Why should they? Anyway, I don't like girls."
"Woah! Stop, break! Harry bloody Potter, glorious hero and golden boy of Gryffindor is a filthy poof? I don't get it - can't you never be normal?"
"Such a problem for you, Malfoy, traitor of the dark and penniless blonde slut of Slytherin?"
"Not at all, brother of mind. Though I'm definitely not a slut. Too bad for you with all your money, that you can't have everything, he, Potty?"
"No interest, sorry Dray."
"Hey, since when are YOU allowed to call me his? Not even my fucking mother did that!"
"I'm not your mum, am I? Well, if you don't earn your family-money, does she?"
"Don't speak about my mother like this, or you will pay dearly!" Draco screamed suddenly.
Harry had never even guessed that his words could have been true in a way. He felt ashamed for bringing it up, but he wouldn't admit that towards Malfoy of all people.
"Who'd thought that! Malfoy is the bloody son of a bitch, or did I interpret you wrong?"
"Keep your mouth shut, or wait, you aren't able to do so anyway, so just yell it round the school and bury my dignity right beside my mothers. After all, it's your fault!"
"MY FAULT?"
"Yes, your fault - if you had not destroyed Voldemort and our house, we might have had a chance to live halfway normal, but no, glorious Potter had to destroy everything!"
"I.I'm sorry we destroyed your home and your family, but it was your father's choice to support Voldemort, not ours!"
"I have no bloody FATHER ANYMORE!" the blonde yelled and suddenly climbed the barrier of the stand, "See you in hell, Potter! You can't save everyone, can you?"
Then he jumped, but somebody grabbed his collar and pulled him back. He struggled against it, but fell back onto the floor of the stand, the other boy pinning him down.
"Don't make shit, Malfoy!"
"Why should YOU care?"
"Listen - I'm sorry I said that about your mother, I never even imagined that it might be true, but - please, listen - even if you have no money anymore, you still can earn things back, make your own life, and things! Don't do something this stupid again, hear you!"
"Why should you care?" the blonde asked wearily and closed his eyes in defeat.
"I know you since more than six bloody years, and even if we mad each other a lot of trouble, I think we got along the last year pretty well. You are a schoolmate and I won't let you down like this. I won't tell anything, I promise - right?"
"Bloody Gryffindor pride."
"No. Come, stand up!" he hold his hand open. Draco took it thoughtfully and got up.
"I think we should start anew, what do you think?"
"What?"
"I'm Harry Potter."
"Draco - skip the surname. It's not much worth anymore anyhow."
"Fine. I'd like to get to know you!"
"You already know me, Potter!"
"No, I know Malfoy, but I'd like to know Draco."
"I see. Well, I guess with the Slytherins dead, imprisoned or against me, I could use a new friend, right? And, Potter."
"Harry for friends."
"Right, Harry - please don't tell them about my mother. She lost so much already."
"I won't. I understand, that it must be hard for you, Dray."
"Thanks. By the way, Harry."
"Yes?"
"Your name sucks!"
"Then you might use my nick, too."
"You've got a nickname?"
"Yes. I'm an animagus and my snake calls me by it as well."
"Cool, I didn't know you were. Which animal?"
"Only Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Snape and Dumbledore know. I'm a snake."
"Bloody hell! You - a snake! My world crumbles, you know!"
"Yeah, it was quite unexpected."
"Yeah - so what's your nick then?"
"Sin, it reminds me on the murders I have committed."
"Murders?"
"Death Eaters, but they were humans nevertheless."
"I don't think so. They don't feel like we do, they don't act like humans, too."
"Maybe you're right. But I like the nickname. Ron and Hermione are animagi, too, like the Marauders were."
"Yeah. I read about them in Hogwarts, a history."
"You read that? I thought Hermione was the only one!"
"It's really interesting!"
"Shut up, will you, please! One like that is enough."
"For now. Which animals do they change in?"
"I thought you didn't like them?"
"I made some mistakes in the past. I guess they're alright, even Granger."
"Not The Mudblood?"
"No."
"Good. Ron is an eagle and 'Mione a griffin."
"Is she? I thought griffins were extremely aggressive."
"She can be, believe me!"
"I remember. She slapped me that one time, when Weasley spit snails."
"Yeah - that was quite funny, but don't tell Ron I said so."
"I won't. Doubt that Weasley would talk to me anyway."
"You might be right there."
"Why are you here and not with them anyway?"
"I don't think they like threesomes, and I certainly don't!"
"Oh - right, they're a couple, I forgot."
"What about Pansy?"
"Parkinson? You underestimate parental force, my dear! I hate that slut. It's her fault that I will be disgusted by woman for the rest of my life, at least in sexual ways!"
"You are - gay?"
"100%. You are."
"The same, but I don't jump on everybody near me, alright."
"Yeah - I'm no match for you!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well - I'm the son of a pathetic excuse of human, a Death Eater, and a prostitute. I have no money, no special abilities and no future, because no one wants a Death Eater child. Not to forget that you are Harry Potter, I don't have to go into further detail, do I?"
"Well, you are intelligent, good at Quidditch and beautiful."
"Right, I caught the snitch last time! Wow!"
"You did."
"But no team would employ me, and I don't want to play professional anyway."
"What do you want, then?"
"I'd like to study Magical Medicine to become a healer, but we can't afford the university."
"I pay it for you."
"What? Why? No - you can't, I..."
"Listen Dray. I got quite a lot money for defeating Voldemort and I'm pretty sure that some of it was from your vault at Gringotts. It's only fair to pay some back."
"I can't accept that."
"You can. It's to rebuild a life I destroyed. You can pay it back when you've found a job."
"I wouldn't take it, if it wasn't for my dream. I will pay it back."
"Great."
"You mean it?"
"Yes, I do. I want to help you with your dream."
"Thank you. I wouldn't know what to do without it."
"It's time for dinner. Care to join me?" Harry suddenly asked out of instinct.
"At your table? I'm a Slytherin!"
"And Neville sits at Hufflepuff because of his girlfriend, and I have seen how your house treats you. I think you would benefit from it. At least we don't throw with food at others."
"Okay, I suppose that's true."
"Great, let's go!" and he pulled Draco after him.
"This is all so quick!" Draco said and looked to his new friend, "I'm not sure about it."
"I know. Let it just flow, no one knows what will happen before you try!"
"Right."
Time flew by as School started again after the Christmas break. The usual spring storms made the whole population of the castle shiver, when the harsh and cold north-wind crept through the tiniest gaps in walls, window frames or doors to make them shiver.
Sirius hadn't bothered to get up since it was a Sunday and he had no lessons. He only taught the sixth and seventh years in DADA since it was too dangerous for the baby in the Potions lab and he had a lot of trouble to climb the many stairs to the dungeons every day with the extra weight. It was seven-months now and the baby kicked the whole time, never letting its father get a little rest. Fortunately the morning sickness had stopped long ago, but instead he suffered from backache and cramped feet. The mood swings had increased too.
Draco looked up, when he heard the footsteps behind him. Nobody ever came here, but obviously the Golden Boy didn't follow any rules these days, the Slytherin sighed.
"What's up, Potter? Is your common room too hot to stay or are you just unable to breathe between the girls snuggling up to the glorious hero?"
"Why should they? Anyway, I don't like girls."
"Woah! Stop, break! Harry bloody Potter, glorious hero and golden boy of Gryffindor is a filthy poof? I don't get it - can't you never be normal?"
"Such a problem for you, Malfoy, traitor of the dark and penniless blonde slut of Slytherin?"
"Not at all, brother of mind. Though I'm definitely not a slut. Too bad for you with all your money, that you can't have everything, he, Potty?"
"No interest, sorry Dray."
"Hey, since when are YOU allowed to call me his? Not even my fucking mother did that!"
"I'm not your mum, am I? Well, if you don't earn your family-money, does she?"
"Don't speak about my mother like this, or you will pay dearly!" Draco screamed suddenly.
Harry had never even guessed that his words could have been true in a way. He felt ashamed for bringing it up, but he wouldn't admit that towards Malfoy of all people.
"Who'd thought that! Malfoy is the bloody son of a bitch, or did I interpret you wrong?"
"Keep your mouth shut, or wait, you aren't able to do so anyway, so just yell it round the school and bury my dignity right beside my mothers. After all, it's your fault!"
"MY FAULT?"
"Yes, your fault - if you had not destroyed Voldemort and our house, we might have had a chance to live halfway normal, but no, glorious Potter had to destroy everything!"
"I.I'm sorry we destroyed your home and your family, but it was your father's choice to support Voldemort, not ours!"
"I have no bloody FATHER ANYMORE!" the blonde yelled and suddenly climbed the barrier of the stand, "See you in hell, Potter! You can't save everyone, can you?"
Then he jumped, but somebody grabbed his collar and pulled him back. He struggled against it, but fell back onto the floor of the stand, the other boy pinning him down.
"Don't make shit, Malfoy!"
"Why should YOU care?"
"Listen - I'm sorry I said that about your mother, I never even imagined that it might be true, but - please, listen - even if you have no money anymore, you still can earn things back, make your own life, and things! Don't do something this stupid again, hear you!"
"Why should you care?" the blonde asked wearily and closed his eyes in defeat.
"I know you since more than six bloody years, and even if we mad each other a lot of trouble, I think we got along the last year pretty well. You are a schoolmate and I won't let you down like this. I won't tell anything, I promise - right?"
"Bloody Gryffindor pride."
"No. Come, stand up!" he hold his hand open. Draco took it thoughtfully and got up.
"I think we should start anew, what do you think?"
"What?"
"I'm Harry Potter."
"Draco - skip the surname. It's not much worth anymore anyhow."
"Fine. I'd like to get to know you!"
"You already know me, Potter!"
"No, I know Malfoy, but I'd like to know Draco."
"I see. Well, I guess with the Slytherins dead, imprisoned or against me, I could use a new friend, right? And, Potter."
"Harry for friends."
"Right, Harry - please don't tell them about my mother. She lost so much already."
"I won't. I understand, that it must be hard for you, Dray."
"Thanks. By the way, Harry."
"Yes?"
"Your name sucks!"
"Then you might use my nick, too."
"You've got a nickname?"
"Yes. I'm an animagus and my snake calls me by it as well."
"Cool, I didn't know you were. Which animal?"
"Only Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Snape and Dumbledore know. I'm a snake."
"Bloody hell! You - a snake! My world crumbles, you know!"
"Yeah, it was quite unexpected."
"Yeah - so what's your nick then?"
"Sin, it reminds me on the murders I have committed."
"Murders?"
"Death Eaters, but they were humans nevertheless."
"I don't think so. They don't feel like we do, they don't act like humans, too."
"Maybe you're right. But I like the nickname. Ron and Hermione are animagi, too, like the Marauders were."
"Yeah. I read about them in Hogwarts, a history."
"You read that? I thought Hermione was the only one!"
"It's really interesting!"
"Shut up, will you, please! One like that is enough."
"For now. Which animals do they change in?"
"I thought you didn't like them?"
"I made some mistakes in the past. I guess they're alright, even Granger."
"Not The Mudblood?"
"No."
"Good. Ron is an eagle and 'Mione a griffin."
"Is she? I thought griffins were extremely aggressive."
"She can be, believe me!"
"I remember. She slapped me that one time, when Weasley spit snails."
"Yeah - that was quite funny, but don't tell Ron I said so."
"I won't. Doubt that Weasley would talk to me anyway."
"You might be right there."
"Why are you here and not with them anyway?"
"I don't think they like threesomes, and I certainly don't!"
"Oh - right, they're a couple, I forgot."
"What about Pansy?"
"Parkinson? You underestimate parental force, my dear! I hate that slut. It's her fault that I will be disgusted by woman for the rest of my life, at least in sexual ways!"
"You are - gay?"
"100%. You are."
"The same, but I don't jump on everybody near me, alright."
"Yeah - I'm no match for you!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well - I'm the son of a pathetic excuse of human, a Death Eater, and a prostitute. I have no money, no special abilities and no future, because no one wants a Death Eater child. Not to forget that you are Harry Potter, I don't have to go into further detail, do I?"
"Well, you are intelligent, good at Quidditch and beautiful."
"Right, I caught the snitch last time! Wow!"
"You did."
"But no team would employ me, and I don't want to play professional anyway."
"What do you want, then?"
"I'd like to study Magical Medicine to become a healer, but we can't afford the university."
"I pay it for you."
"What? Why? No - you can't, I..."
"Listen Dray. I got quite a lot money for defeating Voldemort and I'm pretty sure that some of it was from your vault at Gringotts. It's only fair to pay some back."
"I can't accept that."
"You can. It's to rebuild a life I destroyed. You can pay it back when you've found a job."
"I wouldn't take it, if it wasn't for my dream. I will pay it back."
"Great."
"You mean it?"
"Yes, I do. I want to help you with your dream."
"Thank you. I wouldn't know what to do without it."
"It's time for dinner. Care to join me?" Harry suddenly asked out of instinct.
"At your table? I'm a Slytherin!"
"And Neville sits at Hufflepuff because of his girlfriend, and I have seen how your house treats you. I think you would benefit from it. At least we don't throw with food at others."
"Okay, I suppose that's true."
"Great, let's go!" and he pulled Draco after him.
"This is all so quick!" Draco said and looked to his new friend, "I'm not sure about it."
"I know. Let it just flow, no one knows what will happen before you try!"
"Right."