Chapter 8: I hate them all...
The class after Transfiguration, was Herbology, which wasn't as bad as Harry and most people would have thought. It was a hands-on activity class that they had with the Ravenclaws. The know-it-alls that made the Slytherins look bad.
But lunch came all too soon, Harry thought. He wasn't ready to face Sirius again, "Draco.I can't go in there."
"Why not?" Draco turned around just as they reached the two tall doors, which was the entrance to the Great Hall.
"Sirius is in there, I'm sure, and I can't bare to look at him." Harry looked like a small child that had just been crushed.
"You have to eat. You didn't have breakfast." He pulled Harry's arm, "Besides, we have his class today. Do you expect to skip that too? You better think again."
"But." Draco sent Harry a glare that could have sent a chill down anyone's spine, but somehow any sort of glare didn't faze Harry.
"You have to." Draco pushed him through the two open doors, not waiting for another comment. But, what got them both was that Professor Black wasn't even there.
"Mr. Potter," Professor Dumbledore stood, "Come here, please."
"Not again." both boys groaned. Harry left Draco as he once again, for the second time that day, walked down between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables and walked up the stage.
"To my office, if you will." Harry heaved a soft sigh. His stomach was growling at him; he was hungry. They entered his office and took seats.
"If we're here to talk about Professor Black.I'm going to leave because I could care less about him right now." Harry slouched back in the red chair.
"We are not here to talk about him if you don't want to." Professor Dumbledore stated calmly, "We are here to discuss matters about the memory charm I have found to make you remember where to find the transfiguration device."
"You've found it?" Harry's eyebrows rose.
Professor Dumbledore chuckled, "I have, and not a hard one to find, at that. It's a simple procedure, but it won't be pleasant."
"What do you mean?" the boy asked sitting up straight in his chair.
"What I mean is, if I'm correct, Elenorum has put a memory of hers into you, which is of her last memories. This is the memory charm that the other dark wizards would use have they got a hold of you, and unfortunately, one by one, each of them are beginning to find out where you are."
"Then.I'm a danger to this school?" Asked Harry who was on the edge of his seat.
"In a way, yes, and in another.no." The Headmaster looked from Harry to the large book on his desk, "You are not the danger. It's the wizards that are after you. And it only becomes a danger when they are here."
Harry only nodded, knowing that everyone would probably be better off without him there. The last thing he wanted to do was to be a danger, "We will perform the charm in three months. During Christmas break. And I ask you not to leave the castle unsupervised."
Harry nodded, "Yes, sir. But, why do the charm so late?"
Dumbledore sighed, "Hogwarts is the safest place for anyone, and I will not go through with this unless absolutely necessary. So, right now, everyone's safety and education is more important.
"Now, if there are no other questions," Harry shook his head, "I believe that you have lunch to attend to."
Without another word, Harry had left. He thought the old man was a crazy coot who couldn't find anything better to do other than to mess with the boy's mind. He was relieved to have left, but soon regretted it as he entered the Great Hall. There was a horde of Slytherins over at the Gryffindor table. An argument had broke out over them and the Professors were already on their way. Harry rushed over to them and found that it was Draco and Flint who were squabbling with several redheads.
He pushed himself between the snakes and lions, "Stop! NOW! What's going on here?" Harry hissed, and they all stopped upon hearing his callous voice.
"It's just another Slytherin. What are you going to do, scar-face?" It was the redheaded boy Pansy had made fun of yesterday with the horrendous amount of freckles, Ronald Weasley.
Harry ignored the comments and started to shove his mates away from the agitated Gryffindors, "Are you going to take that from them, Harry?" Draco asked angrily.
"I asked you a question, Four-eyes!" The boy was practically egging him on. He was asking for a beating. He was pretty much outnumbered, forty to one, unless his 'buddies' summed in.
Harry turned around and glared daggers at the redhead and his mates, "What am I going to do? Why would I want to do anything with a weasel like you, and much less look at you? Oh, and are these your brothers because they look just like you. Red hair and an immense amount of freckles.. a tattered mess, those robes."
One of the redheads stood up, but the badge on his robes indicated that he was a prefect, "Go back to your table, and then Ron, Fred, George, and Lee will apologize."
Ron turned around and looked at looked at his brother in horror and snorted, "Are you off your rocker? I'm not going to apologize to some slimy sewer snakes. You can smell their sleazy stench a mile away."
"That's enough Ron. Look, here come the professors again." The Head Boy glared at his younger brother.
"I'm *not* apologizing to *them*!" Ron sneered.
"We don't want your apology, you filthy excuse for a wizard." Harry nearly growled, "Now listen to your big brother before you get into trouble, ickle Ronniekins. You don't want to go upsetting anyone, or make a bloody fool out of yourself." The raven-haired Slytherin smiled maliciously and turned towards the pack of Slytherins behind him, ushering them away.
Behind him he heard the professors, "Percy Weasley, what is going on here? Why were they over here?" But that's all he heard of the conversation.
"I never thought I would hear that come from you, Harry. That was bloody insane." Draco congratulated him with several pats on the back.
"Why were you even over there in the first place." They sat down, Harry finally being able to eat.
Draco looked over at him and gave him a wary smile, "They started it." And several of the other Slytherins chuckled.
Harry snorted, "You sound like a seven-year-old tattle-telling. If only your father were here." he shook his head, "Besides, I didn't ask who started it, I asked what happened."
Marcus spoke up from across the table from the two, "The Gryffindors thought it'd be funny if they came up with rude comments about us and gossiped."
"Yeah," Katie, the identical twin of Kelly, muttered from down the table, "Like how we're all into the Dark Arts just because we're in a dark environment, even thought some of us don't have a dark characteristic. I don't."
"Me neither." Her twin smiled.
"I do." Flint and Draco chorused and laughed. The rest sounded off their dos and don'ts until they rested upon Harry. The boy was tracing his fork through his food on his plate absentmindedly, unaware that nearly the whole table was staring at him. Flint shrugged as Draco looked his way and he did the same.
Just as Draco turned back, Harry accidentally dropped his fork and left his reverie, jumping nearly a mile high. He blinked several times before looking around and realizing where he was. Why was everyone staring at him?
"Harry." He looked at the blonde whom had called his name, "You don't mind if we go have a little chat, do you?"
Harry really didn't think he had a say in it anyway, so he nodded, "Outside?"
"Yes." The blonde stood and Harry soon followed after from the other side. The green-eyed boy could feel eyes intensely staring at his back, which made him want to leave the room all the more. As soon as the doors had closed and the unnerving staring had left the atmosphere, Draco turned to him with a slight glare.
"What did you want to talk about?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, though he already knew what he was going to ask.
"Harry, you want to know everything you ask us one second, and the next, your daydreaming and completely unaware of anything that's going on around you. What's wrong with you? Is this about Black? What happened?" Okay, so it was a little more than Harry had thought, and he mentally shrugged.
The boy merely smiled as he leaned up against the wall, "My little 'problem' has to do with everything that has happened this past month. From the day Professor Snape took me from my aunt and uncle's house to today, where I've just been disowned. It has to do with this bloody scar on my head and the stupid House that I'm in. Everything revolves around this fucking problem, Draco. I *am* the problem! I'm the bloody. Fucking. Problem." The black haired boy spat the last words out as his blonde friend just stared at him, "It was a mistake to come here. I would have been better off at my aunt and uncle's house, and I could be getting my afternoon beating right now. I have had scars on my back since I was only four-years-old. But I kept going on because I thought that there was someone who knew I existed.that would come and save me, and there was, and they did.
"I came here and I finally met my godfather. The first person who had cried.cried for me." Tears began to fall down his pale cheeks as he slid down the wall that he was leaned up against. Draco knelt in front of him and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder soothingly, "I thought that maybe, I could finally be loved.but it was obviously to good to be true. I hate him! I hate that asshole. I.I got my hopes up.because of him. I hate him, Draco. I hate him."
End of Chapter 8
The class after Transfiguration, was Herbology, which wasn't as bad as Harry and most people would have thought. It was a hands-on activity class that they had with the Ravenclaws. The know-it-alls that made the Slytherins look bad.
But lunch came all too soon, Harry thought. He wasn't ready to face Sirius again, "Draco.I can't go in there."
"Why not?" Draco turned around just as they reached the two tall doors, which was the entrance to the Great Hall.
"Sirius is in there, I'm sure, and I can't bare to look at him." Harry looked like a small child that had just been crushed.
"You have to eat. You didn't have breakfast." He pulled Harry's arm, "Besides, we have his class today. Do you expect to skip that too? You better think again."
"But." Draco sent Harry a glare that could have sent a chill down anyone's spine, but somehow any sort of glare didn't faze Harry.
"You have to." Draco pushed him through the two open doors, not waiting for another comment. But, what got them both was that Professor Black wasn't even there.
"Mr. Potter," Professor Dumbledore stood, "Come here, please."
"Not again." both boys groaned. Harry left Draco as he once again, for the second time that day, walked down between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables and walked up the stage.
"To my office, if you will." Harry heaved a soft sigh. His stomach was growling at him; he was hungry. They entered his office and took seats.
"If we're here to talk about Professor Black.I'm going to leave because I could care less about him right now." Harry slouched back in the red chair.
"We are not here to talk about him if you don't want to." Professor Dumbledore stated calmly, "We are here to discuss matters about the memory charm I have found to make you remember where to find the transfiguration device."
"You've found it?" Harry's eyebrows rose.
Professor Dumbledore chuckled, "I have, and not a hard one to find, at that. It's a simple procedure, but it won't be pleasant."
"What do you mean?" the boy asked sitting up straight in his chair.
"What I mean is, if I'm correct, Elenorum has put a memory of hers into you, which is of her last memories. This is the memory charm that the other dark wizards would use have they got a hold of you, and unfortunately, one by one, each of them are beginning to find out where you are."
"Then.I'm a danger to this school?" Asked Harry who was on the edge of his seat.
"In a way, yes, and in another.no." The Headmaster looked from Harry to the large book on his desk, "You are not the danger. It's the wizards that are after you. And it only becomes a danger when they are here."
Harry only nodded, knowing that everyone would probably be better off without him there. The last thing he wanted to do was to be a danger, "We will perform the charm in three months. During Christmas break. And I ask you not to leave the castle unsupervised."
Harry nodded, "Yes, sir. But, why do the charm so late?"
Dumbledore sighed, "Hogwarts is the safest place for anyone, and I will not go through with this unless absolutely necessary. So, right now, everyone's safety and education is more important.
"Now, if there are no other questions," Harry shook his head, "I believe that you have lunch to attend to."
Without another word, Harry had left. He thought the old man was a crazy coot who couldn't find anything better to do other than to mess with the boy's mind. He was relieved to have left, but soon regretted it as he entered the Great Hall. There was a horde of Slytherins over at the Gryffindor table. An argument had broke out over them and the Professors were already on their way. Harry rushed over to them and found that it was Draco and Flint who were squabbling with several redheads.
He pushed himself between the snakes and lions, "Stop! NOW! What's going on here?" Harry hissed, and they all stopped upon hearing his callous voice.
"It's just another Slytherin. What are you going to do, scar-face?" It was the redheaded boy Pansy had made fun of yesterday with the horrendous amount of freckles, Ronald Weasley.
Harry ignored the comments and started to shove his mates away from the agitated Gryffindors, "Are you going to take that from them, Harry?" Draco asked angrily.
"I asked you a question, Four-eyes!" The boy was practically egging him on. He was asking for a beating. He was pretty much outnumbered, forty to one, unless his 'buddies' summed in.
Harry turned around and glared daggers at the redhead and his mates, "What am I going to do? Why would I want to do anything with a weasel like you, and much less look at you? Oh, and are these your brothers because they look just like you. Red hair and an immense amount of freckles.. a tattered mess, those robes."
One of the redheads stood up, but the badge on his robes indicated that he was a prefect, "Go back to your table, and then Ron, Fred, George, and Lee will apologize."
Ron turned around and looked at looked at his brother in horror and snorted, "Are you off your rocker? I'm not going to apologize to some slimy sewer snakes. You can smell their sleazy stench a mile away."
"That's enough Ron. Look, here come the professors again." The Head Boy glared at his younger brother.
"I'm *not* apologizing to *them*!" Ron sneered.
"We don't want your apology, you filthy excuse for a wizard." Harry nearly growled, "Now listen to your big brother before you get into trouble, ickle Ronniekins. You don't want to go upsetting anyone, or make a bloody fool out of yourself." The raven-haired Slytherin smiled maliciously and turned towards the pack of Slytherins behind him, ushering them away.
Behind him he heard the professors, "Percy Weasley, what is going on here? Why were they over here?" But that's all he heard of the conversation.
"I never thought I would hear that come from you, Harry. That was bloody insane." Draco congratulated him with several pats on the back.
"Why were you even over there in the first place." They sat down, Harry finally being able to eat.
Draco looked over at him and gave him a wary smile, "They started it." And several of the other Slytherins chuckled.
Harry snorted, "You sound like a seven-year-old tattle-telling. If only your father were here." he shook his head, "Besides, I didn't ask who started it, I asked what happened."
Marcus spoke up from across the table from the two, "The Gryffindors thought it'd be funny if they came up with rude comments about us and gossiped."
"Yeah," Katie, the identical twin of Kelly, muttered from down the table, "Like how we're all into the Dark Arts just because we're in a dark environment, even thought some of us don't have a dark characteristic. I don't."
"Me neither." Her twin smiled.
"I do." Flint and Draco chorused and laughed. The rest sounded off their dos and don'ts until they rested upon Harry. The boy was tracing his fork through his food on his plate absentmindedly, unaware that nearly the whole table was staring at him. Flint shrugged as Draco looked his way and he did the same.
Just as Draco turned back, Harry accidentally dropped his fork and left his reverie, jumping nearly a mile high. He blinked several times before looking around and realizing where he was. Why was everyone staring at him?
"Harry." He looked at the blonde whom had called his name, "You don't mind if we go have a little chat, do you?"
Harry really didn't think he had a say in it anyway, so he nodded, "Outside?"
"Yes." The blonde stood and Harry soon followed after from the other side. The green-eyed boy could feel eyes intensely staring at his back, which made him want to leave the room all the more. As soon as the doors had closed and the unnerving staring had left the atmosphere, Draco turned to him with a slight glare.
"What did you want to talk about?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, though he already knew what he was going to ask.
"Harry, you want to know everything you ask us one second, and the next, your daydreaming and completely unaware of anything that's going on around you. What's wrong with you? Is this about Black? What happened?" Okay, so it was a little more than Harry had thought, and he mentally shrugged.
The boy merely smiled as he leaned up against the wall, "My little 'problem' has to do with everything that has happened this past month. From the day Professor Snape took me from my aunt and uncle's house to today, where I've just been disowned. It has to do with this bloody scar on my head and the stupid House that I'm in. Everything revolves around this fucking problem, Draco. I *am* the problem! I'm the bloody. Fucking. Problem." The black haired boy spat the last words out as his blonde friend just stared at him, "It was a mistake to come here. I would have been better off at my aunt and uncle's house, and I could be getting my afternoon beating right now. I have had scars on my back since I was only four-years-old. But I kept going on because I thought that there was someone who knew I existed.that would come and save me, and there was, and they did.
"I came here and I finally met my godfather. The first person who had cried.cried for me." Tears began to fall down his pale cheeks as he slid down the wall that he was leaned up against. Draco knelt in front of him and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder soothingly, "I thought that maybe, I could finally be loved.but it was obviously to good to be true. I hate him! I hate that asshole. I.I got my hopes up.because of him. I hate him, Draco. I hate him."
End of Chapter 8