Chapter Two: Almost like Severus
For the rest of the school year, Harry found that passing his time at the dead of night in the restricted section was quite tiresome. He was then introduced to muggle Coffee. Though he knew too much was bad, he needed it to stay awake. The caffeine, he found, gave him the boost he needed to memorize the dusty volumes stacked high onto the tables. He relentlessly stayed up there, looking up defense books and other thick volumes that he thought would come in handy one day.
Of course, he had to hide under his trusty cloak and sweep in and out of the tower to avoid teachers, but it was all worthwhile. To sum it all up, he looked like crap in the morning. He had huge purple bags under his eyes that nearly looked like he got punched there and his eyes were hollow green. His once exuberant personality shrunk down to nothing more then a lingering smirk or grimace. Or both.
It was quite Snape of him to be so cold and ice like.
Almost.
His face was blank and he allowed no emotions to surface, even when the incident with Malfoy had nearly ruined his challenging run to stay quite.
Flashback
Harry had been walking through the dungeons in his cloak. After his nightly session in the library, he always went up to the North Tower, which gave him a sense of belonging in the world. He didn't like to admit it, but he loved gazing up in the stars and imagining his parents were up there, waiting for him. He liked how the dark forest looked warm and inviting in the dark's glare. It would scare most people, but it was like home to him.
Anyway, he had been walking back from the tower, aimlessly wandering to the Gryffindor Tower when he heard footsteps behind him. He swiveled around with a scowl and glared at the person who dare disturb his night. Guess who? Of course, Malfoy. He stood there, all high and mighty with his glimmering green robes that swiveled around the cold stone ground. His dark coal grey eyes pierced into Harry's green and instantly, he knew that he could see through his cloak. He didn't know why, but he wasn't willing to stay and ponder. He whipped out his wand with a curse on the tip of his tongue when Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked.
With a sound of swish, two cloaks were ripped off two bodies. However, it wasn't the two gorillas. Surprisingly, it was Blaise and Pansy, both of whom he despised greatly. Those two whores had been spreading nasty lies about him all year long. Even with the student body hating him and glaring at him like he was Sirius Black, it didn't help that they were saying he had actually slept with a man and then killed him. Ridiculous? He thought so too.
"Potter, come to scare the ghosts away? I know that you just love to play the hero game, but going a bit far aren't you?" He spat. Harry's face didn't betray anything, though his heart was burning with fury. How dare this lowlife scum come up to him and insult him? What did he think that he enjoyed the limelight he received?
"Malfoy, I'd advise that you STEP AWAY from your two little whores and run." His eyes glowed an odd tinge of gold, other wise, he was still calm looking. Malfoy smirked.
"What? Trying to actually scare me Potter?"
"You wish." Harry had a strange sense of de javu. What was it? Ahh, yes. Second year during there little play duel... god, did that seem far away or what?
"Run." Harry whispered. And he slashed his wand in a sword like motion and yelled out a curse.
"Delexious!!" (DEE-LEE-ZIZ) Draco's eyes became blank and he dazedly glanced around at his surroundings. He started giggling as a dreamy look came upon his face.
"He he. Potty! He he. Hello! Hehehe. By the way, I got to go potty, Potty." He giggled out deliriously. The two Slytherin girls looked at Harry with a fearsome look and tried to stifle laughs at Draco.
"Draco, if you're listening. You better get your sorry ass out of here, because before you know it, I will be doing it for you. And I swear to you that I know more Dark Spells then you will ever see in your entire sorry lifetime. Ass." He muttered.
Draco didn't respond and kept giggling. His little time of joy wouldn't last though. He had especially designed and constructed this type of spell to give them a false sense of security and then strip them of it, making them paranoid. Soon he would be crying in a dark corner, jumping at shadows and think that the grim was everywhere. Then, he would contemplate suicide and hopefully, would succeed. Quite ingenious, he thought.
"I wuv you, Hawwy." He said. Harry 'humphed' and turned away, his eyes still glowing, his heart still fuming and his hands definitely itching to get at Malfoy.
'no no no no no. Must wait until summer to perform Dark Magick. Must not kill Malfoy. Must not kill Malfoy, yet. Must not get caught from Ministry and give reason to throw into Dementor's hell home. Must not..."
"Potter." A voice sneered from behind him.
For the rest of the school year, Harry found that passing his time at the dead of night in the restricted section was quite tiresome. He was then introduced to muggle Coffee. Though he knew too much was bad, he needed it to stay awake. The caffeine, he found, gave him the boost he needed to memorize the dusty volumes stacked high onto the tables. He relentlessly stayed up there, looking up defense books and other thick volumes that he thought would come in handy one day.
Of course, he had to hide under his trusty cloak and sweep in and out of the tower to avoid teachers, but it was all worthwhile. To sum it all up, he looked like crap in the morning. He had huge purple bags under his eyes that nearly looked like he got punched there and his eyes were hollow green. His once exuberant personality shrunk down to nothing more then a lingering smirk or grimace. Or both.
It was quite Snape of him to be so cold and ice like.
Almost.
His face was blank and he allowed no emotions to surface, even when the incident with Malfoy had nearly ruined his challenging run to stay quite.
Flashback
Harry had been walking through the dungeons in his cloak. After his nightly session in the library, he always went up to the North Tower, which gave him a sense of belonging in the world. He didn't like to admit it, but he loved gazing up in the stars and imagining his parents were up there, waiting for him. He liked how the dark forest looked warm and inviting in the dark's glare. It would scare most people, but it was like home to him.
Anyway, he had been walking back from the tower, aimlessly wandering to the Gryffindor Tower when he heard footsteps behind him. He swiveled around with a scowl and glared at the person who dare disturb his night. Guess who? Of course, Malfoy. He stood there, all high and mighty with his glimmering green robes that swiveled around the cold stone ground. His dark coal grey eyes pierced into Harry's green and instantly, he knew that he could see through his cloak. He didn't know why, but he wasn't willing to stay and ponder. He whipped out his wand with a curse on the tip of his tongue when Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked.
With a sound of swish, two cloaks were ripped off two bodies. However, it wasn't the two gorillas. Surprisingly, it was Blaise and Pansy, both of whom he despised greatly. Those two whores had been spreading nasty lies about him all year long. Even with the student body hating him and glaring at him like he was Sirius Black, it didn't help that they were saying he had actually slept with a man and then killed him. Ridiculous? He thought so too.
"Potter, come to scare the ghosts away? I know that you just love to play the hero game, but going a bit far aren't you?" He spat. Harry's face didn't betray anything, though his heart was burning with fury. How dare this lowlife scum come up to him and insult him? What did he think that he enjoyed the limelight he received?
"Malfoy, I'd advise that you STEP AWAY from your two little whores and run." His eyes glowed an odd tinge of gold, other wise, he was still calm looking. Malfoy smirked.
"What? Trying to actually scare me Potter?"
"You wish." Harry had a strange sense of de javu. What was it? Ahh, yes. Second year during there little play duel... god, did that seem far away or what?
"Run." Harry whispered. And he slashed his wand in a sword like motion and yelled out a curse.
"Delexious!!" (DEE-LEE-ZIZ) Draco's eyes became blank and he dazedly glanced around at his surroundings. He started giggling as a dreamy look came upon his face.
"He he. Potty! He he. Hello! Hehehe. By the way, I got to go potty, Potty." He giggled out deliriously. The two Slytherin girls looked at Harry with a fearsome look and tried to stifle laughs at Draco.
"Draco, if you're listening. You better get your sorry ass out of here, because before you know it, I will be doing it for you. And I swear to you that I know more Dark Spells then you will ever see in your entire sorry lifetime. Ass." He muttered.
Draco didn't respond and kept giggling. His little time of joy wouldn't last though. He had especially designed and constructed this type of spell to give them a false sense of security and then strip them of it, making them paranoid. Soon he would be crying in a dark corner, jumping at shadows and think that the grim was everywhere. Then, he would contemplate suicide and hopefully, would succeed. Quite ingenious, he thought.
"I wuv you, Hawwy." He said. Harry 'humphed' and turned away, his eyes still glowing, his heart still fuming and his hands definitely itching to get at Malfoy.
'no no no no no. Must wait until summer to perform Dark Magick. Must not kill Malfoy. Must not kill Malfoy, yet. Must not get caught from Ministry and give reason to throw into Dementor's hell home. Must not..."
"Potter." A voice sneered from behind him.