"Toss away your wand, Harry. There's no incentive for you to try anything
stupid." Malfoy looked near in laughter, as if he couldn't believe Harry
just fell for his trap. Harry dropped his only weapon. He always had his
wand. It was the first time that his wand was away from him in years.
"Kick it over here." Harry felt no way out of it, so he did. It flew in the air and hit Malfoy's shin. He then crushed it under his feet. A splintering sound showed it had broken in two. The magical ingredient in it also broke, and emitted sparks from both broken ends.
"Do you read at all, Harry?" Malfoy asked.
"Why do you care?" Harry retorted.
"Well I'm rather partial to mystery novels." Malfoy spoke as if Harry had not even replyed. "Now with most teachers in this school hating me, and having hoards of enemies, I have quite a lot of time to read. So I've consumed many titles. And do you know what I've noticed about all of them?" Malfoy went on without giving Harry a chance to speak. "Every villain, all evildoers, they somehow all reveal their plans to the protagonists. When they believe all control is theirs and victory is only a breath away, each and every one of them spills their guts. All secrets, every plan that they worked so hard to keep unknown was told. They all knew that if the 'good guy' escaped they would be ruined. But they still said every detail of their plan. And do you know why?" This time Malfoy actually waited for a response. When none came, he continued. "Because it makes the victory final. It makes then feel better and all their hard work means something finally. They have outsmarted the 'good guys' and they can die with that thought on their minds."
"And you are telling me this, why?" Harry was surprised to hear his voice so normal. After all, he was trapped in a room with thirteen people (at least one who wished to kill him) without a wand in his hand.
"Because I'm not going to tell you my other plan for you. I've learned from my mistakes you see. I have a lot of things planned for you and your friends this year, and why bother ruining the fun by telling you." At that Malfoy stepped back, and raised his wand. "Good bye Harry. I promise this will hurt. Stupefy!" A beam of light emitted from the end of Malfoy's wand and rushed towards Harry.
"Protego!" The shield jinx blocked Malfoy's spell and deflected it toward one of the other hooded people. It hit him directly in the chest and he fell in a heap.
"What the...? Oh, very clever, Harry. Now this is exactly what I was talking about." Malfoy saw Harry hold his wand up higher. He looked down at the splintery remains of the other wand. "And whose is this, might I ask?" "Ron's other one. It might have broken in half two years ago but still looks like one. I held Ron's wand when I came in, and had mine up my sleeve. Don't think I never expected your trap."
"See, what did I tell you about telling all your plan?" Nine of the hooded people, including Malfoy, made their way to one side of the room. Two of them were trying to revive the stunned one without much success. "That shield jinx won't protect you now. It can only block one jinx, and here comes nine." Each person raised their wand, including Harry. "Any last words, Harry?" "Yes, Malfoy." Harry narrowed his eyes and concentrated on Malfoy. "Accio Malfoy." The summoning curse worked well. Malfoy was dragged all the way to Harry by an invisible force. Harry quickly grabbed him and pointed the wand at his neck. "Anyone tries to follow me, and Malfoy here gets hit. Harry groped behind him for the door latch. He found it. He struggled to open the Heavy door with one hand, but he did it. He took a tentative step back. No one else moved, or dared to. "Good bye, Malfoy." Harry threw himself out of the room. He ran. He ran until his lungs felt like exploding and his heart threatened to throw itself out of his chest. He then ran some more. Harry finally got to the door leading out of the third floor corridor, and into the brightly lit staircases. Harry rested here for a minute. If somebody caught him out of bounds, it wouldn't help to see him out of breath. After a few minutes, when Harry's heartbeat has gone down a bit, he finally took the latch and opened the door. Before it opened more than a crack. A hand smashed on the door. It closed with a thump. Harry turned around. Malfoy stood there, quite content with how things were going. "How did you get here!" Harry said this, bitterly realizing that he had put his wand in his pocket to open the door. "Let's just say I know more about secret passages in this school than you. Well you made me realize the dangers of long speech back in the room, so I'll just kill you now." "Avada..." The curse Malfoy began to speak was no ordinary curse. It was the killing curse, and Harry braced for the flash of green light that would signal the end of his life.
"Kick it over here." Harry felt no way out of it, so he did. It flew in the air and hit Malfoy's shin. He then crushed it under his feet. A splintering sound showed it had broken in two. The magical ingredient in it also broke, and emitted sparks from both broken ends.
"Do you read at all, Harry?" Malfoy asked.
"Why do you care?" Harry retorted.
"Well I'm rather partial to mystery novels." Malfoy spoke as if Harry had not even replyed. "Now with most teachers in this school hating me, and having hoards of enemies, I have quite a lot of time to read. So I've consumed many titles. And do you know what I've noticed about all of them?" Malfoy went on without giving Harry a chance to speak. "Every villain, all evildoers, they somehow all reveal their plans to the protagonists. When they believe all control is theirs and victory is only a breath away, each and every one of them spills their guts. All secrets, every plan that they worked so hard to keep unknown was told. They all knew that if the 'good guy' escaped they would be ruined. But they still said every detail of their plan. And do you know why?" This time Malfoy actually waited for a response. When none came, he continued. "Because it makes the victory final. It makes then feel better and all their hard work means something finally. They have outsmarted the 'good guys' and they can die with that thought on their minds."
"And you are telling me this, why?" Harry was surprised to hear his voice so normal. After all, he was trapped in a room with thirteen people (at least one who wished to kill him) without a wand in his hand.
"Because I'm not going to tell you my other plan for you. I've learned from my mistakes you see. I have a lot of things planned for you and your friends this year, and why bother ruining the fun by telling you." At that Malfoy stepped back, and raised his wand. "Good bye Harry. I promise this will hurt. Stupefy!" A beam of light emitted from the end of Malfoy's wand and rushed towards Harry.
"Protego!" The shield jinx blocked Malfoy's spell and deflected it toward one of the other hooded people. It hit him directly in the chest and he fell in a heap.
"What the...? Oh, very clever, Harry. Now this is exactly what I was talking about." Malfoy saw Harry hold his wand up higher. He looked down at the splintery remains of the other wand. "And whose is this, might I ask?" "Ron's other one. It might have broken in half two years ago but still looks like one. I held Ron's wand when I came in, and had mine up my sleeve. Don't think I never expected your trap."
"See, what did I tell you about telling all your plan?" Nine of the hooded people, including Malfoy, made their way to one side of the room. Two of them were trying to revive the stunned one without much success. "That shield jinx won't protect you now. It can only block one jinx, and here comes nine." Each person raised their wand, including Harry. "Any last words, Harry?" "Yes, Malfoy." Harry narrowed his eyes and concentrated on Malfoy. "Accio Malfoy." The summoning curse worked well. Malfoy was dragged all the way to Harry by an invisible force. Harry quickly grabbed him and pointed the wand at his neck. "Anyone tries to follow me, and Malfoy here gets hit. Harry groped behind him for the door latch. He found it. He struggled to open the Heavy door with one hand, but he did it. He took a tentative step back. No one else moved, or dared to. "Good bye, Malfoy." Harry threw himself out of the room. He ran. He ran until his lungs felt like exploding and his heart threatened to throw itself out of his chest. He then ran some more. Harry finally got to the door leading out of the third floor corridor, and into the brightly lit staircases. Harry rested here for a minute. If somebody caught him out of bounds, it wouldn't help to see him out of breath. After a few minutes, when Harry's heartbeat has gone down a bit, he finally took the latch and opened the door. Before it opened more than a crack. A hand smashed on the door. It closed with a thump. Harry turned around. Malfoy stood there, quite content with how things were going. "How did you get here!" Harry said this, bitterly realizing that he had put his wand in his pocket to open the door. "Let's just say I know more about secret passages in this school than you. Well you made me realize the dangers of long speech back in the room, so I'll just kill you now." "Avada..." The curse Malfoy began to speak was no ordinary curse. It was the killing curse, and Harry braced for the flash of green light that would signal the end of his life.