This is a story about a school called Hogwarts, which was strictly for
witches and wizards from ages eleven to seventeen. The four houses which
you could be sorted into were Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and
Ravenclaw. The main character of this story is Harry Potter, a famous
wizard known for the defeat of Lord Voldemort, a dark wizard. Harry is in
his sixth year in this story, which means he is sixteen years old.
It was a quiet evening in the school and Harry Potter had decided to go for a stroll, he was quite lucky his two best friends were Prefects otherwise he would've never had a chance to do this. Harry walked slowly onto the third floor corridor, gazing up and down at all the floating candles; he loved 'em! Really did.
Earlier that day he had received a failing mark in Potions class, twelve different witty comments from Draco Malfoy about dating Hermione Granger(even though he wasn't), and was given one of those foolish impressions of fainting from a dementor which Malfoy had to cleverly create a mockery of in his third year, the girl must've fallen hard on her head when she was a child. Poor dear.
He shook his head, trying not to think of his horrible, awful, no good, very bad day. Suddenly he heard the footsteps of somebody coming, but who could it be? It'd have to be a teacher or a Prefect because nobody else was aloud out of bed. He quickly dodged behind a tapestry as the footsteps came closer. A cold voice spoke – "I wonder where that jumped up mudblood is.."
Harry knew right away who it was, Malfoy. Harry flung himself out from behind the tapestry and pulled out his wand, he was sick and tired and sick and tired of hearing those words come out of Malfoy's good for nothing mouth.
"Don't do something rash Potter, or you'll regret it." He said with a smirk on his face as he pretended to be scared, the whole hands up in the air even if he didn't care what Harry did to him.
Glare.
"Malfoy, would you just leave Hermione alone for once?!" he said in almost a shouted.
"No, no..I don't think I will." Replied Malfoy.
"Fine then, I'm going to bed." Harry said as he began to walk away.
A sudden jolt fell in Draco's stomach, he didn't want Harry to go. He didn't want him to leave him again.
"– wait!" Draco called. Be nice.. "I just was in a bad mood and all..I didn't mean to call her jumped up, I just meant mudblood."
Harry could not believe this. What the hell Malfoy?
It was a quiet evening in the school and Harry Potter had decided to go for a stroll, he was quite lucky his two best friends were Prefects otherwise he would've never had a chance to do this. Harry walked slowly onto the third floor corridor, gazing up and down at all the floating candles; he loved 'em! Really did.
Earlier that day he had received a failing mark in Potions class, twelve different witty comments from Draco Malfoy about dating Hermione Granger(even though he wasn't), and was given one of those foolish impressions of fainting from a dementor which Malfoy had to cleverly create a mockery of in his third year, the girl must've fallen hard on her head when she was a child. Poor dear.
He shook his head, trying not to think of his horrible, awful, no good, very bad day. Suddenly he heard the footsteps of somebody coming, but who could it be? It'd have to be a teacher or a Prefect because nobody else was aloud out of bed. He quickly dodged behind a tapestry as the footsteps came closer. A cold voice spoke – "I wonder where that jumped up mudblood is.."
Harry knew right away who it was, Malfoy. Harry flung himself out from behind the tapestry and pulled out his wand, he was sick and tired and sick and tired of hearing those words come out of Malfoy's good for nothing mouth.
"Don't do something rash Potter, or you'll regret it." He said with a smirk on his face as he pretended to be scared, the whole hands up in the air even if he didn't care what Harry did to him.
Glare.
"Malfoy, would you just leave Hermione alone for once?!" he said in almost a shouted.
"No, no..I don't think I will." Replied Malfoy.
"Fine then, I'm going to bed." Harry said as he began to walk away.
A sudden jolt fell in Draco's stomach, he didn't want Harry to go. He didn't want him to leave him again.
"– wait!" Draco called. Be nice.. "I just was in a bad mood and all..I didn't mean to call her jumped up, I just meant mudblood."
Harry could not believe this. What the hell Malfoy?