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CHAPTER ONE-NORMAL
I sat, completely stunned.
"Are you okay, Potter?" Malfoy asked, peering at me curiously.
"F-fine," I stammered.
Just then, a witch in ivory robes took a seat in what was Professor Snape's seat. She had long blond hair and blue eyes. She was quite pretty. Her hair was pulled into a bun.
"That's Professor Marris," Malfoy continued. "She's a babe."
I nodded, feeling as if my stomach was twisting in all directions.
The bell rang, signaling it was time to go to class.
The first class was Charms. I entered the classroom a little early and sat down beside Hermione and Ron.
They had already entered the class and taken their seats.
"Why are you sitting here?" Hermione asked, looking me up and down.
"Wouldn't you rather sit with your Slytherin friends?" Ron demanded angrily.
"You are…" I began, but Malfoy interrupted and called me back over to the Slytherin side.
I reluctantly got up and headed over to the left side of the classroom.
"What's with you today?" Malfoy asked, narrowing his eyes. "You keep going over to the Gryffindor losers."
"I-I'm just not feeling well," I stammered.
"You do look pale," Malfoy continued. "Maybe you should go to the hospital wing?"
I nodded again. "That might be a good idea,"
I stood up and left the classroom.
As I walked to the hospital wing, I passed by what was Professor Snape's office. Professor Marris was sitting in there, going over some notes. She looked up and caught my gaze.
She smiled.
"Hello Potter," she said, warmly.
"Hi," I said.
"Ready for today's class?"
I nodded for the third time. I couldn't seem to speak the right way.
"Great. I'll see you there,"
She returned her eyes onto her notes and I continued to Madam Pomfrey's.
Madam Pomfrey looked up.
"What can I do for you?" she asked.
"I'm not feeling to well," I began. "But something weird has happened and I don't know how to explain it."
"Don't worry. It will fix itself. Take this," Madam Pomfrey said as she handed me a goblet filled with a light pink liquid.
"It's a Carramine Potion. Cures upset stomachs," Madam Pomfrey said.
I took a sip. It tasted like cherry soda.
Truthfully, my stomach was upset. I felt like vomiting any moment.
After Madam Pomfrey, I headed to the bathroom. I stood in front of one of the sinks and put my palms flat down on the edge of the cool porcelain.
I raised my eyes to the mirror and gasped.
The lightning bolt scar was gone. I quickly moved my untidy black hair out of the way. But there was nothing there.
Okay…this is totally weird…what on earth happened? Where's my scar? And why are Ron and Hermione acting like we haven't been best friends for nearly five years? I thought as I turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on my face.
The cold water felt good on my face.
I dried my face and then left the bathroom.
I returned to class and took a seat next to Malfoy. It felt weird actually getting along with him. The way he was acting was like he and I were best friends.
We were learning the Freezing Charm, but first we used the Summoning Charm and froze the object in mid air.
"Forezitori!" I said aiming my wand at the dictionary. It froze halfway to me in mid air.
"OUCH!" I heard Ron cry.
The heavy textbook he was trying to freeze kept coming at him and hit him square in the face.
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle burst out laughing. They were laughing and pointing at Ron. Hermione was checking Ron over.
"Are you okay?" I asked Ron concerned.
They just looked at me, and then Hermione continued to talk to Ron.
"Why are you asking him if he's okay?" Malfoy asked. "The goof can't even use his own wand!"
Crabbe and Goyle began snickering.
"And the Mudblood helping him? What a combination!" Malfoy continued rolling with laughter.
Hermione raised her head.
"I heard that," she replied coldly.
"So?" Malfoy asked, smirking. "Like I'm supposed to feel guilty?"
Hermione was glaring at Malfoy.
"What is your problem?" she demanded folding her arms over her chest.
I've never heard Hermione talk like this or act like this. It was like she was totally different too…a bit more aggressive and not submissive like she normally was. I kind of liked it.
"Nothing…except you and that Weasel," Malfoy said, shrugging.
"I think your problem is your ego," Hermione said, narrowing her eyes. "You're a show off for your best friends."
She nodded toward Crabbe, Goyle and me.
"I would watch it, Mudblood," Malfoy smiled.
"And another thing, STOP CALLING ME A MUDBLOOD,"
"MUDBLOOD,"
Ron pulled out his wand and aimed it at Draco. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had their wands out and they were aiming them at Hermione and Ron.
I pulled out my wand and aimed it at Draco, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Potter? What are you doing?" Malfoy demanded angrily.
"Leave them alone," I growled.
Hermione and Ron were looking at me, momentarily stunned.
"Are you a traitor?" Malfoy growled.
"Maybe I am," I snarled. "Leave them alone. They have done nothing to you to deserve being treated like that."
"Fine. Go sit with the losers," Malfoy snapped.
We lowered our wands. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle returned to sitting down. I turned to Hermione and Ron.
Hermione was looking at me wide-eyed.
"Thanks," she replied.
"No problem," I said. "Do you know who I am?"
"Yeah. You're Harry Potter of Slytherin," Ron replied.
They really don't know you. I thought feeling a lump rising in my throat.
"May I sit with you?" I asked.
"Sure," Hermione said.
Ron, however, looked skeptical.
"Are you sure? Maybe this is all a trick! You know the Slytherins!" Ron whispered to Hermione.
"Ron, he stood up to Malfoy in front of us. I doubt very much he's doing this a trick," Hermione said reasonably.
Ron still looked wary. I sat down next to Hermione.
"So why are you sitting with us and why did you stand up to Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"Because I am tired of the way Malfoy was treating you and we're best friends," I replied.
"Okay, first? We were never best friends," Ron said, narrowing his eyes. "And secondly? You were joining in on the way Malfoy was treating us."
I looked at him horrified.
"What do you mean?"
"Just last week, you put glue on Hermione seat that she ended up tearing her skirt," Ron said.
Hermione nodded.
"And one time you dumped Ron's homework into the fire,"
I couldn't believe my ears. I would have never done what they said. It was if it was someone entirely different doing those things and not me.
"I'm really sorry about those things. Malfoy forced me to do that," I replied, not really knowing what else to say.
"Riiiight," Ron said, slowly.
"So you think by standing up for us today it was justification for those times?" Hermione demanded.
"No!" I stammered, shaking my head.
"You really are a Slytherin," Ron grumbled.
The bell rang again, ending class.
Ron and Hermione gathered their things and hurried out of the classroom.
I stayed behind as Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle left too without a word to me.
I slowly gathered my things and left as well.
The next class was Care of Magical Creatures. I felt a little better when I saw Hagrid.
I hurried over to him.
"Hagrid!" I said, cheerily.
Hermione and Ron were talking to Hagrid.
"What are yeh doing away from your house?" Hagrid asked.
"Hmm?" I asked, surprised.
"The Slytherins! You always stood with them and tried to ruin my class!" Hagrid growled.
"He's apparently found the light," Hermione said, glaring at me. "He's decided to become good."
"Yeah. He thinks he's Don Juan," Ron added.
I stood, feeling hurt and like I'd just let everyone down in the entire school.
"Listen, I'm not like Malfoy. You know that," I said.
"We know you're just like Malfoy! Don't lie. We don't know what you're really like. All we've seen is that you and Malfoy were best friends and loved making fun of us," Ron growled.
"Especially to 'Ermione," Hagrid added.
"Don't you remember? I was your best friend and in Gryffindor!" I said, looking from Ron to Hermione.
"You were never our best friend nor were you ever in Gryffindor," Hermione said, coldly.
I sighed.
I really didn't know what was going on here, but I had hoped it would end soon.
"Malfoy and I are not best friends. We never were. I just pretended to like Malfoy," I replied, hoping a different approach would be best.
Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"Right. Pretending to like Malfoy so you can become all high and mighty yourself without Malfoy's help?" she asked
I shook my head.
"No. I really didn't like Malfoy. I just went along with his stuff because I was scared,"
"Scared that he'd stop you from becoming the 'popular' one, eh?" Ron demanded.
"No!" I said.
"Just go stand with your house," Hagrid replied.
I sighed again and sauntered over to the Slytherin side.
"All right…I give up. I hate the Gryffindors," I muttered.
Malfoy, to my surprise, welcomed me back. The Slytherins cheered.
I sulkily watched Ron and Hermione as Hagrid began the lesson on Wuffles. Cute little white creatures with dog like snouts and bright blue eyes. Their paws were a horses' hoof though. Their fur was white and long.
They were used for Search and Rescue when a witch or wizard was lost in snow or something.
"Hey, want to do something to disrupt the class? I bet that oaf won't know what hit him!" Malfoy chuckled.
I just shrugged half-heartedly.
"How about we let the Wuffles out?" Malfoy asked.
"Yeah!" Crabbe and Goyle said ecstatically.
"That would cause havoc!" I said.
"Exactly!" Malfoy said, his eyes glittering maliciously.
"Fine," I muttered.
So, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle carefully sauntered over to the paddock and used their wand to un-lock the paddock gate. All 12 Wuffles galloped out of the paddock and ran every which way.
"Get 'em!" Hagrid yelled.
The Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors all tried to catch a Wuffle.
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were rolling with laughter. I just stood there, solemn and grave. Hermione and Ron managed to catch one and put it back in the paddock. They glared over in my direction.
"I know who's behind this," Hermione said, angrily glaring at Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and I.
"What Mudblood? A little running around would never hurt you," Malfoy smirked.
"You think you're so cool," Ron growled. "But you're not."
"Oh please, Weasel…spare me. You and that Mudblood are a waste of breathing space. Your father is a joke," Malfoy snickered.
Ron went to take a step toward Malfoy, but Hermione held her arm out to stop him.
"Ron don't," Hermione hissed.
"What? Afraid that Weasel won't be able to beat me?" Malfoy asked challengingly.
"No. I'm just afraid that your brain won't be able to withstand the comprehension of the term 'fight'," Hermione said, holding her chin up.
I felt myself smiling.
Good for you, Hermione. I thought.
Malfoy took a step toward Ron. Ron retaliated by stepping toward Malfoy.
Then, they began fighting without magic.
Ron punched Malfoy in the nose; Malfoy punched Ron several times in the stomach, face and back.
Ron kicked Malfoy. Both of them were rolling around on the grass cursing and fighting.
"STOP!" Hagrid bellowed.
Finally, they stopped.
Hermione pulled Ron off of Malfoy. Malfoy stood up and dusted his robes off.
"Both of you march straight to Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid growled.
Malfoy gave Ron a hithering stare and followed Crabbe and Goyle as they walked toward the castle.
"You too, Potter," Hagrid replied.
"I didn't do anything," I said, shocked.
"You're apart of Slytherin's 'group' so you think like them. Go on," Hagrid said.
Ron and Hermione were heading back to the castle as well. I slowly walked back with them.
"Is Ron okay?" I asked, concerned.
"What do you care?" Hermione asked.
"I care. Is he okay?" I repeated.
"Just a few bruises I think," Ron winced.
"How would you two like to get back at Malfoy?" I asked, as an idea suddenly came to me.
They stopped and looked at me like I was nuts.
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, slowly. "You're apart of Slytherin. Won't that be like…betrayal or mutiny?"
I nodded.
"First, I don't think like Malfoy. I never did. You must believe me. What do you say? A truce?"
Hermione and Ron looked at each other. I could tell they were thinking about this good and hard. Finally, Hermione glanced at me.
"Deal. What do you have in mind?"
