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Any similarity with reality (or other fic) is coincidence.
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She was bored. it was only the first day of classes after Xmas, now lunchtime. And she was certain there was something going on. And news at that school always flyed.
"So Pansy" said Millicent as she sat "did you heard it" Pansy shocked her head "That squib Longbottom punched Potter last night, about time someone too--" Millicent kept talking but the other girl didn't listen. She turned to Griffindor table and there was Neville Longbottom clumsily serving himself smashed potatoes. Then Potter came. Catcalls. Longbottom glared, yes glared. But Potter did not have any visible purple mark.
He sat right across the other boy, the griffindors gave them space. Pansy was very curious about what was being said. Potter had his back to her but Longbottom was getting angrier at every word. Until he stood up and banged his hand on the table.
"FUCK IT POTTER YOU'RE NOT GOING TO MAKE ME FELL FUCKIN' GUILT OR ASHAMED. WHAT I SAID IN THE COMMOM ROOM IS THE FUCKIN'TRUTH. YOU BLAME EVERYTHING EXEPT YOU. IT ALL COME DOWN TO WHAT THE SORTING HAT SAID YOU CHOOSE YOUR FUTURE AND YOU ARE CHOOSING TO BE A FUCKIN' ARSE YOU PUT THE GRIFFINDOR NAME, NO, HOGWARTS NAME IN THE DIRT" and he strode out of the great hall.
Uh-o Pansy Parkinson thought, did he just made Potter an enemy? That was insane! The hole wizard world loved that git, even in Slytherin there ware some whom worshiped the boy-who-lived, Longbottom just had bought himself an unnecessary fight. Did he know that? He wasn't going to find support anywhere. He was as good as dead.
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a/n I don't hate Harry Potter.
Any similarity with reality (or other fic) is coincidence.
=IV=
She was bored. it was only the first day of classes after Xmas, now lunchtime. And she was certain there was something going on. And news at that school always flyed.
"So Pansy" said Millicent as she sat "did you heard it" Pansy shocked her head "That squib Longbottom punched Potter last night, about time someone too--" Millicent kept talking but the other girl didn't listen. She turned to Griffindor table and there was Neville Longbottom clumsily serving himself smashed potatoes. Then Potter came. Catcalls. Longbottom glared, yes glared. But Potter did not have any visible purple mark.
He sat right across the other boy, the griffindors gave them space. Pansy was very curious about what was being said. Potter had his back to her but Longbottom was getting angrier at every word. Until he stood up and banged his hand on the table.
"FUCK IT POTTER YOU'RE NOT GOING TO MAKE ME FELL FUCKIN' GUILT OR ASHAMED. WHAT I SAID IN THE COMMOM ROOM IS THE FUCKIN'TRUTH. YOU BLAME EVERYTHING EXEPT YOU. IT ALL COME DOWN TO WHAT THE SORTING HAT SAID YOU CHOOSE YOUR FUTURE AND YOU ARE CHOOSING TO BE A FUCKIN' ARSE YOU PUT THE GRIFFINDOR NAME, NO, HOGWARTS NAME IN THE DIRT" and he strode out of the great hall.
Uh-o Pansy Parkinson thought, did he just made Potter an enemy? That was insane! The hole wizard world loved that git, even in Slytherin there ware some whom worshiped the boy-who-lived, Longbottom just had bought himself an unnecessary fight. Did he know that? He wasn't going to find support anywhere. He was as good as dead.
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a/n I don't hate Harry Potter.