I made a very shocking discovery today. I can't believe after twelve
chapters, I have not written a single disclaimer!
So I decided better late then never.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in HP books and I also do not own Hogwarts and its train. They all belong to JK Rowling while my original characters belong to my imagination. Thank you.
Now back to the fic!
~**~**~
Draco rose from the floor shakily but quickly regained his posture. He snarled while clenching his fist. Stupid bloody POTTER! HOW DARE HE BE SO CARELESS! He groaned as he felt another headache coming. He checked the silvery bond and found that the reason for his massive headache was that Potter was passing planes through a magical transport. (A/N It's when Harry went to school for his first day and he used the necklace.)
He sighed and checked his watch. According to the time, they were nearly at Hogwarts. Right on cue, the annoying voice on the speaker announced that they changed into their robes. Draco, with his standard Malfoy flair stood up, unlocked the door and went to find dumb and dumber, paying the speaker no mind. He had an audacity to tell it to announce to everyone except him, as it is an insult to say that a Malfoy forgot the time and forgot to dress.
He let out a mental searched for his stupid bodyguards and found them stuffing their mouth full at a compartment near the end of the train. 'What a surprise.' He thought sarcastically and set off towards their direction. Opening the compartment door, he wrinkled his nose at the disgusting scene and said, "Prepare yourself." They grunted and started shoving the remaining food faster and faster until there was none left. With that they quickly put on the uniforms and stood behind Draco, still licking the crumbs scattered all over their face.
Draco matched primly back towards his clean compartment and sat down, the goofs settling down next to him. Finally, the train screeched to a stop at the train station and Draco stepped off the train. He looked around and spotted Weasley and Granger. He smirked. This was an excellent time to have some fun. He swaggered towards them and raised his voice, "Oh woe me! What's going to happen to Weasel and Mudblood now that the Pothead is gone. Got himself blown up did he?"
To his surprise, it's Granger who answered and not Weasley, "Why don't you just bitch off Malfoy. Go back to that dark lord of yours." With that she walked away with the Weasley in tow. Draco smirked at her back and said softly, "Oh I will but not to Voldemort. Besides I know more then you do about Potter." He wasn't sure if she had heard him or not but it doesn't matter, both is a good thing. He got onto an empty carriage in a much better mood then in the train.
~**~**~
Hermione Granger tensed as she heard Malfoy's parting comment. What does he know that she doesn't? Would it mean that Harry was probably. alive?! Her eyes widened and she dragged Ron inside an empty carriage and told her what she'd figured out.
"Dunno 'Mione," Ron said doubtfully, "You might be correct but how can Harry be alive?"
"Think about it Ron," Hermione said excitedly, "What if the death eaters found Harry at that time? Harry's left the wards at fourth Privet Drive didn't he? So they could trace him. What if they took him away? After all, they found no body and if You-know-who has Harry, then Malfoy could know about it as his father is in the inner circle." She finished triumphantly.
Ron's eyes widened. It sounded far-fetched but it could be true. The timing has to have been perfect but how says that fate doesn't have a sense of humor? Not him, that's for sure.
When the carriages stopped, they quickly burst through the door and ran towards Dumbledore. "Professor may we speak to you for a moment? It's about Harry." Dumbledore looked at them in surprise and nodded. They went through a side door into a private room. Hermione quickly launched into her theory and when she's done, she looked at the headmaster. He had a pensive look on his face then he broke into a wide smile, "Why miss Granger, I believe you do have something here. You've got quite an intelligent mind! I'll ask Severus to talk to Mr. Malfoy after dinner."
Hermione blushed at the compliment and she and Ron went to dinner, hearts lighter then before. When Dumbledore announced the death of Harry, there were many tears but the Slytherins were smirking. Malfoy however, has a secretive look in his eyes and he looked at them knowingly. That only confirmed their belief that he knew something that was not common knowledge.
~**~**~
As he begin the downward trudge to the gloomy dungeons, a prefect stopped him and told him that Professor Snape wanted to see him. He shrugged and told his followers to leave him and he continued towards the Potions Master's office, his curiosity piqued. What could he want with him at this hour?
Once he came through the door, he immediately went through his mind and found out that the headmaster wanted some information. He snorted in disgust when he read Weasel and Granger's theory. If the death eaters have Potter, they would have killed him by now. He quickly put on a smile and nodded at his head of house.
"What can I do for you sir?" He asked innocently.
"Draco," Snape said in a calm tone, "Do you know what the Master planned for Mister Potter?"
Ah straight to the plan isn't it. If he said that he had no idea that Potter is alive, it wouldn't be suspicious as Snape is an adult and would know more than him but if he said yes, then it also wouldn't be a problem as his father is in the inner circle. He snorted inwardly when Snape said Master. Stop fooling you idiot, its obvious that you have no loyalty towards Snake-face. If Draco is loyal, Snape would probably have been killed a long time now but alas, he isn't.
"No, I don't know what the Lord is going to do with Potter. He's still deciding what to do. Father," Better insert it somewhere as he most likely heard it from Lucius, "said that Potter is charmed into sleeping soundly for three days and he hasn't woken up yet." Draco finished. Might as well let him think that Potter is in Snake-face's hands, take suspicions away from actual truth.
He inspected Snape's face carefully. The slight dilating of the dark irises is the only thing that indicated his surprise. If he was a normal person, he might not have noticed it but Draco Malfoy is not normal, he is a shadow vampire. He smirked. Obviously, the professor did not believe the Mudblood's theory. Anyone with enough brains wouldn't. He snorted as Snape told him that he could leave now. He was in a hurry. Draco observed. Probably to report back to that Muggle-lover headmaster. He nodded respectfully to the potions master and left.
As Draco went inside the common room, he was bombarded with questions on why he was called away. "Professor Snape asked me if I wanted extra potions to study seeing as I'm so good." He lied smoothly.
"Oh that's wonderful, Draco!" Pansy gushed; batting her eyes in what she thought was attractive while latching onto his arm.
Draco threw her away in disgust and snapped, "I'm going to bed." and stormed away.
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Harry blinked as his normally calm teacher threw up a storm. It must have been pretty serious for him to do this. He asked tentatively, "You know Theron?"
Klementine turned to him, "Yes! That idiot hates me when I was in school because I won a fight that he challenged and humiliated him in front of the whole school. Since then, he's always hated me. He stayed in Bermuda as a master like me but he always finds fault with my students and makes their life horrible. I didn't know when he's became a teacher!"
Harry felt a bout of déjà vu coming up. It's almost exactly like the Sirius and Snape situation. Great. Now he made another unknown enemy out of another teacher. Theron seemed to be the fair type though. It's only his teacher that spurred this hatred. Suddenly he had an idea. What if he showed that by annoying and good enough, he deserved to be treated better? After all, there are no house points at risk here. Oh yeah, he's playing at an entirely different ground.
He finished his dinner and excused himself. Sitting in his plain bed, he created a vague outline of his plan called Operation: Theron (OT). He instinctively took a shower and dressed, not even glancing at the clothing. When he fell asleep that night, he had a satisfied smirk on his face.
~**~**~
I hope you like it. It's a bit longer than my other ones.
So I decided better late then never.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in HP books and I also do not own Hogwarts and its train. They all belong to JK Rowling while my original characters belong to my imagination. Thank you.
Now back to the fic!
~**~**~
Draco rose from the floor shakily but quickly regained his posture. He snarled while clenching his fist. Stupid bloody POTTER! HOW DARE HE BE SO CARELESS! He groaned as he felt another headache coming. He checked the silvery bond and found that the reason for his massive headache was that Potter was passing planes through a magical transport. (A/N It's when Harry went to school for his first day and he used the necklace.)
He sighed and checked his watch. According to the time, they were nearly at Hogwarts. Right on cue, the annoying voice on the speaker announced that they changed into their robes. Draco, with his standard Malfoy flair stood up, unlocked the door and went to find dumb and dumber, paying the speaker no mind. He had an audacity to tell it to announce to everyone except him, as it is an insult to say that a Malfoy forgot the time and forgot to dress.
He let out a mental searched for his stupid bodyguards and found them stuffing their mouth full at a compartment near the end of the train. 'What a surprise.' He thought sarcastically and set off towards their direction. Opening the compartment door, he wrinkled his nose at the disgusting scene and said, "Prepare yourself." They grunted and started shoving the remaining food faster and faster until there was none left. With that they quickly put on the uniforms and stood behind Draco, still licking the crumbs scattered all over their face.
Draco matched primly back towards his clean compartment and sat down, the goofs settling down next to him. Finally, the train screeched to a stop at the train station and Draco stepped off the train. He looked around and spotted Weasley and Granger. He smirked. This was an excellent time to have some fun. He swaggered towards them and raised his voice, "Oh woe me! What's going to happen to Weasel and Mudblood now that the Pothead is gone. Got himself blown up did he?"
To his surprise, it's Granger who answered and not Weasley, "Why don't you just bitch off Malfoy. Go back to that dark lord of yours." With that she walked away with the Weasley in tow. Draco smirked at her back and said softly, "Oh I will but not to Voldemort. Besides I know more then you do about Potter." He wasn't sure if she had heard him or not but it doesn't matter, both is a good thing. He got onto an empty carriage in a much better mood then in the train.
~**~**~
Hermione Granger tensed as she heard Malfoy's parting comment. What does he know that she doesn't? Would it mean that Harry was probably. alive?! Her eyes widened and she dragged Ron inside an empty carriage and told her what she'd figured out.
"Dunno 'Mione," Ron said doubtfully, "You might be correct but how can Harry be alive?"
"Think about it Ron," Hermione said excitedly, "What if the death eaters found Harry at that time? Harry's left the wards at fourth Privet Drive didn't he? So they could trace him. What if they took him away? After all, they found no body and if You-know-who has Harry, then Malfoy could know about it as his father is in the inner circle." She finished triumphantly.
Ron's eyes widened. It sounded far-fetched but it could be true. The timing has to have been perfect but how says that fate doesn't have a sense of humor? Not him, that's for sure.
When the carriages stopped, they quickly burst through the door and ran towards Dumbledore. "Professor may we speak to you for a moment? It's about Harry." Dumbledore looked at them in surprise and nodded. They went through a side door into a private room. Hermione quickly launched into her theory and when she's done, she looked at the headmaster. He had a pensive look on his face then he broke into a wide smile, "Why miss Granger, I believe you do have something here. You've got quite an intelligent mind! I'll ask Severus to talk to Mr. Malfoy after dinner."
Hermione blushed at the compliment and she and Ron went to dinner, hearts lighter then before. When Dumbledore announced the death of Harry, there were many tears but the Slytherins were smirking. Malfoy however, has a secretive look in his eyes and he looked at them knowingly. That only confirmed their belief that he knew something that was not common knowledge.
~**~**~
As he begin the downward trudge to the gloomy dungeons, a prefect stopped him and told him that Professor Snape wanted to see him. He shrugged and told his followers to leave him and he continued towards the Potions Master's office, his curiosity piqued. What could he want with him at this hour?
Once he came through the door, he immediately went through his mind and found out that the headmaster wanted some information. He snorted in disgust when he read Weasel and Granger's theory. If the death eaters have Potter, they would have killed him by now. He quickly put on a smile and nodded at his head of house.
"What can I do for you sir?" He asked innocently.
"Draco," Snape said in a calm tone, "Do you know what the Master planned for Mister Potter?"
Ah straight to the plan isn't it. If he said that he had no idea that Potter is alive, it wouldn't be suspicious as Snape is an adult and would know more than him but if he said yes, then it also wouldn't be a problem as his father is in the inner circle. He snorted inwardly when Snape said Master. Stop fooling you idiot, its obvious that you have no loyalty towards Snake-face. If Draco is loyal, Snape would probably have been killed a long time now but alas, he isn't.
"No, I don't know what the Lord is going to do with Potter. He's still deciding what to do. Father," Better insert it somewhere as he most likely heard it from Lucius, "said that Potter is charmed into sleeping soundly for three days and he hasn't woken up yet." Draco finished. Might as well let him think that Potter is in Snake-face's hands, take suspicions away from actual truth.
He inspected Snape's face carefully. The slight dilating of the dark irises is the only thing that indicated his surprise. If he was a normal person, he might not have noticed it but Draco Malfoy is not normal, he is a shadow vampire. He smirked. Obviously, the professor did not believe the Mudblood's theory. Anyone with enough brains wouldn't. He snorted as Snape told him that he could leave now. He was in a hurry. Draco observed. Probably to report back to that Muggle-lover headmaster. He nodded respectfully to the potions master and left.
As Draco went inside the common room, he was bombarded with questions on why he was called away. "Professor Snape asked me if I wanted extra potions to study seeing as I'm so good." He lied smoothly.
"Oh that's wonderful, Draco!" Pansy gushed; batting her eyes in what she thought was attractive while latching onto his arm.
Draco threw her away in disgust and snapped, "I'm going to bed." and stormed away.
~**~**~
Harry blinked as his normally calm teacher threw up a storm. It must have been pretty serious for him to do this. He asked tentatively, "You know Theron?"
Klementine turned to him, "Yes! That idiot hates me when I was in school because I won a fight that he challenged and humiliated him in front of the whole school. Since then, he's always hated me. He stayed in Bermuda as a master like me but he always finds fault with my students and makes their life horrible. I didn't know when he's became a teacher!"
Harry felt a bout of déjà vu coming up. It's almost exactly like the Sirius and Snape situation. Great. Now he made another unknown enemy out of another teacher. Theron seemed to be the fair type though. It's only his teacher that spurred this hatred. Suddenly he had an idea. What if he showed that by annoying and good enough, he deserved to be treated better? After all, there are no house points at risk here. Oh yeah, he's playing at an entirely different ground.
He finished his dinner and excused himself. Sitting in his plain bed, he created a vague outline of his plan called Operation: Theron (OT). He instinctively took a shower and dressed, not even glancing at the clothing. When he fell asleep that night, he had a satisfied smirk on his face.
~**~**~
I hope you like it. It's a bit longer than my other ones.