The next day went by uneventfully, except for his friends, Ron and
Hermoine, pointing out that Harry looked 'out of it,' over a dozen times.
He answered their comments with the briefest of responses. Harry actually
was trying to remember the variety of curses and jinxes he had learned over
the years. He could do better with Hermoine's help, who was quite smart,
but Harry decided to this alone. If he told them about the wizard's duel
set for that night, they would certainly force Harry to take them. That
might get both of them hurt, which happened before. Harry wanted them out
of this, for their sake. He never looked forward to the night like this.
Breakfast... Lunch... Dinner... they all passed in a daze.
No matter how much he concentrated, Harry could not block out the thoughts inching into his brain. You don't remember all the jinxes...Malfoy can know more dark magic than you...Finally Harry decided to do something about it. He decided to ask Ron for help, without endangering him. Ron complied right away, although with a suspicious look at Harry. What Harry just asked him to do made little sense to Ron, but it made up Harry's entire plan B.
11:45. Show time. Harry didn't bother with the invisibility cloak this time. In fact, a part of him wanted to get caught, away from the trap he knew Malfoy had set in place for him. But, as fate would have it, he had a clear path all the way to the room. In fact, it was a bright full moon out, so his wand wasn't even lit. Harry approached the room. He opened the door, and the windowless room was dark as usual. Taking out his wand, Harry stepped into the room. Like the other time, Malfoy waited there for him.
"Nice of you to be so trusting, Harry." Malfoy wore a cloak this time, a blackness which matched perfectly with the surrounding walls.
"Let's get this over with," said Harry, with a bite of anger in his voice. He stepped into the room.
"Aww... But we were having so much fun." Malfoy cracked open one of his smirks. Harry stood there, and realized the little moonlight coming through the door was fading. He turned around, just in time to see the door close with a thump. Pitch black. A flash of light blinded Harry. Malfoy had just lit his wand. "No help now, Potter." Malfoy's wand gave off a light much brighter than the moon, and it illuminated the whole room. No less than a dozen people were in this room, and judging by Malfoy's total lack of surprise, he had brought them. All of them wore the same black cloak as Malfoy, and helped make them disappear in Harry's eyes. They also each carried a wand, all pointed directly at Harry. "No escape..." said Malfoy. The cloaked people, they looked like seventh years, too big to fight with, started making a circle around Malfoy and Harry.
"Whatever happened to the sacred rules of dueling?" Harry tried to conceal his immense panic.
"Something my father taught me." Said Malfoy. "Silent enim leges inter arma, Harry. Rules are silent in times of war."
No matter how much he concentrated, Harry could not block out the thoughts inching into his brain. You don't remember all the jinxes...Malfoy can know more dark magic than you...Finally Harry decided to do something about it. He decided to ask Ron for help, without endangering him. Ron complied right away, although with a suspicious look at Harry. What Harry just asked him to do made little sense to Ron, but it made up Harry's entire plan B.
11:45. Show time. Harry didn't bother with the invisibility cloak this time. In fact, a part of him wanted to get caught, away from the trap he knew Malfoy had set in place for him. But, as fate would have it, he had a clear path all the way to the room. In fact, it was a bright full moon out, so his wand wasn't even lit. Harry approached the room. He opened the door, and the windowless room was dark as usual. Taking out his wand, Harry stepped into the room. Like the other time, Malfoy waited there for him.
"Nice of you to be so trusting, Harry." Malfoy wore a cloak this time, a blackness which matched perfectly with the surrounding walls.
"Let's get this over with," said Harry, with a bite of anger in his voice. He stepped into the room.
"Aww... But we were having so much fun." Malfoy cracked open one of his smirks. Harry stood there, and realized the little moonlight coming through the door was fading. He turned around, just in time to see the door close with a thump. Pitch black. A flash of light blinded Harry. Malfoy had just lit his wand. "No help now, Potter." Malfoy's wand gave off a light much brighter than the moon, and it illuminated the whole room. No less than a dozen people were in this room, and judging by Malfoy's total lack of surprise, he had brought them. All of them wore the same black cloak as Malfoy, and helped make them disappear in Harry's eyes. They also each carried a wand, all pointed directly at Harry. "No escape..." said Malfoy. The cloaked people, they looked like seventh years, too big to fight with, started making a circle around Malfoy and Harry.
"Whatever happened to the sacred rules of dueling?" Harry tried to conceal his immense panic.
"Something my father taught me." Said Malfoy. "Silent enim leges inter arma, Harry. Rules are silent in times of war."