Big shoutout to my first reviewer MAGICKBEING. Shall I honestly tell u u shocked me at second sight? Cuz after reading it again I only got up to 'obviously' n was like 'OMG-what?! My plot's THAT bad', hehe Continue? I will!

Btw – am I the only one considering Remus to be a cutie? Merlin – I could eat him alive!;o)

Chapter2

As every year after vacation the huge hall of Hogwarts was gushingly splendid decorated, the imposing banners of the four houses hanging over the long wooden tables.

Only half interested Harry watched the election ceremony of the new student by the Sorting Hat though he still could remember perfectly well how he had sat on the chair, praying not to be chosen for Slytherin, after having met Draco only a few minutes before. On the other hand Hagrid had already told him a lot and being the honest person he was – at least as it didn't concern any dragons or other things the Ministry of Magic better shouldn't find out about – he hadn't found a good word to say for that house.

"I am hungry", Ron complained next to him. "Is it me or do these elections take longer every year?"

"You just become hungrier each year – that's it!" Hermione resolved.

Someone seemed to have yielded to his plead though, because finally Professor Mc Gonagall put the Hat down onto the seat where it remained motionless while the headmaster of Hogwarts rose from his place at the teacher's tables.

"To our newcomers." With a beaming smile Dumbledore raised his glass with red wine to the long rows of students as the assignment was over and thundering applause broke out. "Welcome! To our old hands – welcome back! There is a time for speech-making, but this is not it. Tuck in!"

"Hey Malfoy, I heard your father escaped from Askaban!"

Seamus Finnegan, one of the Gryffindors approached his table during dinner, while he was on his way back from talking to some mates from Ravenclaw, a bright grin on his face. How Draco wished, he could just beat the shit out of him right now so he never had to bear seeing him again. Him and his shite little friends. The world would be so much better without them.

"So, you heard."

"They say he hides somewhere until –" The unnerving voice of Colin Creevey, a.k.a. annoying little bastard and wannabe-reporter cut into his ears.

"Until what?" Draco leant a bit forward, a mischievous grin on his lips. Who the hell had invited them onto the Slytherin table? Crabbe and Goyle finally seemed to remember their duty and made moves to get up, but their boss waved his hand, showing them to stay where they were. "Until the Dark Lord comes back? Is it that what you wanted to say?"

It gave him satisfaction to see how Colins mouth opened in shock, but no word came out. Draco snorted disdainfully. Those cowards were disgusting.

"He will never!" Seamus intervened. "Like your father. They are-"

"Why don't we continue our little conversation when you face him eye to eye? Which should be quite soon."

"Your father?" Colin asked confused.

"Voldemort."

Seamus, who wasn't as anxious as Colin who had just taken two steps back, was just about to return something, but the Slytherin continued, "I think you better go back to the table belonging to your pathetic house, gentlemen. The show begins." He pointed towards the teacher's tables, where Professor Dumbledore made moves to go to the speaker's desk, but was held back by Professor Sprout. "You don't wanna be disrespectful towards your beloved principal, do you?"

Colin didn't move.

"Hush, hush, puppy, back to the kennel", he whispered. "Or I'll tell the Lord to get to your house first."

Seamus took his roommate by the collar and pulled him away, accompanied by the loud laughter of the Slytherins.

"Everything as it was", Harry welcomed them.

Seamus mumbled something no one was able to understand, but Harry didn't think it was meant to be at all, so he didn't ask. Instead he leant back to have a better view, his eyes meeting his enemy's. The smirk on Draco's face brightened. This was going to be a fantastic year.

After all of them were satiated with the various deliciousness' the house-elves had prepared for them and Hermione had held another one of her feared monologues about the mistreating of the elves in general and them being misled by false comprehension of pride resulting in accepting no money for their work, the plates and glasses disappeared before Dumbledore once more stalked towards the speaker's desk.

He raised his arms in a welcoming gesture. "May Merlin bless the inventor of meatballs", he began, causing the audience to burst out into laughter, followed by his yearly repetition of instructions for the newcomers, as there were not to enter the Forbidden Forrest and such. "Further I have to inform you of the fact that we have another change in staff – guess for which subject it will be."

Again the crowd laughed, while especially the ones in the back of the hall craned their necks to peer at the teacher's tables.

"Yes, it seems to have become a strange tradition that our professors for Defence Against Dark Arts never stay with us for longer than one year. But this year, the curse might have been broken." He made a pause, and the nervous murmuring rose until he continued after what seemed to last hours. "It is an honour to re-welcome somebody who has left us a while ago at his own request, but now fortunately accepted my offer to return to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's smile brightened.

"Professor Lupin."

There was a moment of silence before another thunderstorm of applause filled the ancient walls of the school. Only a part of the Slytherin table was conspicuously silent. Not that Draco really had counted on Umbridge coming back, but – geez, soon the entire staff from the headmaster down to the house-elves would consist of Harry Potter lovers and supporters. Maybe even Snape would belong to his admirers one day. Only the janitor would never join that side.

Great.

"I regret to say that he can't be with us tonight, due to some occasion he was forced to stay a day longer, but I can assure you that he will be there in time to start with his course."

'Is it a full moon or what?!' Draco thought unnerved. He couldn't wait to get out of here. Obviously this year wasn't going to be as half as good as he had expected.

"Silent, silent", the headmaster's friendly voice calmed them. "We're not through with the good news. Though they might not be positive for all of you since the members of the Quidditch teams not belonging to that house will win back one of their toughest opponents. I am proud to proclaim that the Gryffindor team will be supported by one player that has been dismissed last year: Harry Potter!"

There was no holding them any more.

"WHAZZUP? AREN'T U HAPPY?!" Seamus cried into Harry's ear, bringing him close to a loss of hearing, while half of the students had jumped from their seats to tap onto his shoulders, hug him to death or whatever they wanted to do to express their joy.

"NO!" Draco's yell was drowned by the screams of joy. He jumped from his seat, raised his wand and used every death spell he knew against anyone that didn't belong to his house. In fact he just kept sitting where he was, spreading hatred comments, nearly exploding inwards. If he wanted or not, by now he had to admit that this surely was going to be the worst year ever.

Harry gazed across the room. Merlin, that was cool! He was neither prefect nor headboy, nor anything that would justify this, but hell – who cared?

"About the entire group of studs", he answered himself. And lots of them – especially the Slytherins would be extremely angry. Down – in their common dormitory, hehe. Whatever – he had his own room. Due to special circumstances, Dumbledore had said after dinner. Yay!

Harry jumped up from his bed as he heard a knock on the door. "Don't come in!" he yelled, running to the entry, opening the door himself.

Ron and Hermione, her hand still in the air on a level with the handle, stared at him. "Already made a big mess or what?" His friend teased him, entering his room to disappointedly find he was wrong.

"Naw", Harry smiled sheepishly. "I just …. wanted to …. you know, open myself since it's the first room that's really mine-"

"Aw, ain't that sweet?" a familiar, hated voice sounded from the other side of the hallway.

Harry looked past Mione, seeing Malfoy leaning against his own doorframe. "Escaped from the mouse-hole you used to call home. Geez Potter; what are you going to do with all of that space?"

"Jealous, Malfoy?"

Draco snorted. "Please. Though of course I wonder why famous Harry Potter is allowed to enjoy the advantages that only belong to chosen ones. Further it is also questionable why certain people even become elected. Those for example who aren't even-"

"I think you better shut up now!" Harry said in a warning tone.

"Do you? Or else? Will you run to mommy and daddy and sneak against me? Aw, how cruel – I forgot."

Donotlistendonotlistendonotlisten, Harry told himself.

"Shut up!"

A disgusted smirk crossed Malfoy's features as he faced the girl. "You protect him? What are you, his doggie?"

"I remember just like it was yesterday – a cloudy day, a hillside, three boys babbling a whole lotta nonsense – a full punch …." Hermione sighed as if smelling the scent of chocolate cake in the air.

"Sweet childhood memories", Draco remained unimpressed. Okay, he might have been a bit more coward at that time, but that wasn't really something to worry about now.

"Come on, let's not waste our time", Ron made himself heard. "We got better things to do."

"Oh, I can vividly imagine it – baking cookies and drinking tea. Geez, don't lemme hold you back." With a bored yawn Draco pushed himself off the frame and went down the hall. Harry and Hermione followed Ron who had already started to scrutinize Harry's chamber, just exclaiming: "Unbelievable! You got a loose plank – you could use it as a secret drawer!"

"I'm afraid it ain't that secret anymore, now you shouted it all down the hall."

The beginning of DD's speech is evilly stolen from J.K. Rowling since I myself have to admit that I really suck at writing speeches myself.