Wow! Thank you so much, Ysabell, and yes, Draco is a dish, isn't he? Too bad there aren't any Tom Feltons at my school. *sigh* And yes, I have seen 'Men in Tights', which I loved because it was so funny. I loved 'Robin Hood', though, I guess because it takes a wonderful story and brings it to life. I've always been fascinated with the Medieval times, the Renaissance, and that's what I love about 'Robin Hood'. And of course, the fact that Alan Rickman is in it. Rickman has always played a wonderful sinister role.
Chapter 21
Several weeks had passed since classes had started after Christmas break, and Dumbledore was nearly completely forgotten.
Draco and Harry were always together and they soon became known as the Serpent Duo. The two famous Snakes weren't easily separated any longer and they spent nearly all of their free time together. It wasn't unusual, though. Two rich, eleven-year-old, Slytherin boys that liked to talk and have a good time. Especially, pulling pranks on the Weasley. That had become their favorite pastime and they never pulled the same stunt twice.
They entered the empty common room with wide smiles. Weasley wouldn't be able to look them in the faces for months.
They had hexed Weasley when he had stammered.
"So, Weasley, when do you plan on getting new robes?" asked Draco as he stood tall next to Harry. They were lucky enough to catch the freckle-faced redhead alone, "They aren't even black…they're so faded that they're gray."
"I'm surprised that they haven't kicked you out for having the wrong color," Harry smirked, "What's the matter? Does Daddy not have enough money?"
"At least I have a dad, unlike the little orphan that you'll always be," the Weasley stepped in close to Harry, practically breathing in the dark-haired boy's face, "but, you'll never be any more than a sleazy snake, now won't you. That's the only thing that you'll ever know how to be…" and before he could get anything else out, he was pinned against the wall by none other than Harry. The raven-haired boy may have been weaker than Draco, but he was still stronger than the redhead.
"Whether I have parents or not, isn't any of your business…"
"Awe, did I hit a soft spot?"
"No, actually, you didn't. I have everyone that I'll ever need right here under these towers," Harry whispered in the Gryffindor's face, "And what does a little Weasel like you have?"
Weasley didn't answer soon enough.
"What's wrong? Nothing too beneficial about a snake breathing down your neck, is there?" Draco chimed, "Just like a lion to have a snake pinning him up against a wall. You're a disgrace. What sort of pure blood are you anyway?"
The Weasley didn't answer once again.
"Snake got your tongue?" Harry did all but spit in his face, "But perhaps we can help you with that…" the raven-haired boy slyly looked over to Draco as he pulled out his wand.
"What's the matter, Weasel? Frogs in you throat?" Draco smiled.
Weasley backed up into the wall as he suddenly remembered that he was out-numbered.
"Croak Frogs!" cried Harry.
It didn't take long for a fat toad to pop itself out of the red-haired boys mouth. Several toads were hopping on the floor before Weasley decided it was time to hitch himself out of there and to Madam Pomfrey. Of course, they had gotten detention with Professor Riddle, but it could have been worse, they agreed.
They were assigned two weeks detention of scrubbing potion bottles and unused cauldrons, but it was worth it. Seeing the Weasel suffer was worth any amount of scrubbing.
"So, what's next on our 'Making-Weasel's-Life-a-Living-Hell' list?" asked Draco as he scrubbed the bottom of the heavy pewter cauldron in his lap.
"I dunno," Harry twisted the toothbrush through the small bottle, "Have any ideas?"
Draco shrugged, "Nah, not yet anyway."
"How are those cauldrons and bottles coming along?" Uncle Tom walked in.
"All right." They both answered.
"Good!" He smiled, "And as much as I enjoy your company, I'd rather it not be like this. I hope not to see you here again like this in the future, do you hear?"
"Yes, Professor." They nodded.
"Good, now clean up and you can leave. Good night, boys." And he left.
They cleaned up and left to the common room. They were tired, perhaps more so than they thought, but tired, nonetheless. They entered the portrait hole and found the common room empty. Everyone was asleep.
They walked up to their room and closed the door behind them and found that Currier wasn't there. They shrugged and went to bed.
"Hello, Nigini." The snake on Harry's bed uncoiled herself and slithered over to the boy.
"Have fun?"
"Loads…" Harry rolled his eyes.
"As I expected." she hissed not really understanding the sarcasm in it all, "Going to bed, Master?"
"Yes, Nigini. It's been a long day." Harry smiled.
She slithered to the end of the bed, "Good night, then, Master. I'm off to hunt. These dungeons are infested with rodents." She hissed happily.
"A feast, I presume?" Harry slid into his pajamas and into bed. Nigini never answered. She left the room, slithering out through the small crack under the door.
"G'night, Harry." Draco called from the other side of the room.
"'Night!" Harry pulled the sheets over his pale body and almost instantaneously, fell asleep.
"Today, you will be learning about dark magic," Professor Snape announced, "I want you all to get out The Dark Forces book that you should have gotten and turn to page one hundred-twenty-five.
"There are three types of magic: the good, the dark and the unforgivable. You all know what is acceptable here in Hogwarts. All of that is Good. Your curses and hexes are Dark, and there are only three Unforgivable Curses. They are Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse, and the Killing Curse…and Weasley, get out of here! Detention here tonight at eight. Parkinson…go wash that out of your hair." Snape was irate. The poor Slytherin girl ran out clutching her gooey hair crying. The redhead boy got up and started gathering his books and a bushy-haired girl next to him was shaking her head in shame and embarrassment.
"Can I not teach a class without being disrupted by you? Fifty points from Gryffindor. Now, get out of my sight."
Draco sent the Weasley one of his trademark smirks and watched as the door closed before turning back to his book.
"Is that all the interruptions for today because I'd really like to get this lesson over with by the end of the month," everyone was quiet, "Now, where were we? Oh, yes…
"Using one of the Unforgivables will sentence your life to Azkaban. They don't have counterattacks nor can you protect yourself against them. Preference, one of you could be under the Imperius Curse at this very moment and none of us would probably know it."
Harry hung on every word that the professor spoke and was completely enthralled.
"The Imperius Curse is a mind controlling spell. The conjurer can perform acts through another's body and, without being detected, can control it as if it were a mere puppet.
"The Cruciatus Curse inflicts tortures beyond any of your imaginations. It tells the nerves in your brain that you're in pain, and thus putting you through relentless torture. Also, if under the Cruciatus Curse long enough or for a certain number of times, depending on how much your nerves can endure, you can become completely mentally and/or physically challenged… Not a laughing matter, I assure you. I've seen it done." Snape walked around the room almost elegantly, making sure that all were listening.
"Those under the curse can emit screams of such torture that couldn't even be imaginable."
"I suppose you speak from experience?" came a girl's voice on the Gryffindor's side of the room. It was the Granger girl that thought that she was better than everyone else because she was smarter, but she was a Mudblood, Draco always said. She was a disgrace to the Wizarding World and didn't belong in Hogwarts.
Professor Snape turned to her and sneered, "Who pulled your string? Don't speak out of turn. Ten points from Gryffindor.
"But, yes. I do speak from experience. I've seen it done…. And believe me, it's no pretty sight."
The class remained silent. Harry was still mesmerized by such power in a simple wave of a wand.
"And the last Unforgivable is the Killing Curse. It emits a type of explosion and instantly kills the one before the conjurer," Professor Snape stepped back up upon the podium, "I want you all to read that chapter and to write a ten page essay on it."
There were several groans before the bell rang and if it was anything you learned in potions, it was how to write bigger to take up more space. Harry, on the other hand, seemed excited to do it.
The two, Draco and Harry, walked to Potions together, and secretly at that very moment, the dark-haired boy wished for nothing more than to feel such power surge through his body.
End of Chapter 21