Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor anything associated with him.
Warning: Violence, Alternate Universe, Slash, Sexual scenes in the future, Death Eater Harry, Ootp Spoilers, OOC Chars.. Etc, Etc, theres alot to warn about here, folks. I guess. XD
Author's Note: Yes, I decided to continue it! but don't expect frequent updates.. This isn't on my priorities list, "Speak To Me" Is.
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Harry stepped into the school, fingering Malfoy's wand in his pocket. He'd have to return it sometime soon, possibly when Draco gets out of the infirmary. He'd go back down to that spot tomorrow, and give it to him. Draco was sure to be looking for it there.
"Harry." A voice growled behind him, and before he knew it, he found himself face down on the floor. His glasses tumbled off his face.
Harry pushed himself up a little, and went to pick up his glasses when Ron's foot came down on them with a loud crunching noise. Ron twisted his foot for effect, causing more crunching. Harry winced.
Pulling himself up the rest of his way to his feet, Harry leveled with Ron, glaring at him. He couldn't see, everything was blurry.
Ron shoved him back into the wall, and Harry hit his head against it with a yelp. Ron poked at his throat with his hand threateningly.
"Ron.." Hermione started slowly, sounding unsure, "This isn't the best idea. He's liable to tell on you, or sick a Death Eater on you."
Ron was silent for a moment, and Harry stood silently, not saying a word, and not making the smallest movement, not even a tremble.
"Fine," Ron said, letting his rancid breath blow in Harry's face, "I'm warning you now, Harry. If you bother me or anyone else I'll be sure to make you days hell."
Harry didn't move, or make any sign that he heard him. Ron got redder, then turned and stalked off with Hermione.
Harry let out a slow breath, and knelt down on the floor, letting his fingers graze slowly over it to find his glasses, unaware of the small amount of blood coming from his scalp. He couldn't find, or see his glasses anywhere. He could hear the familiar clicking of a person's shoes.
"Mr. Potter," Snape's voice came, "what do you think you're... doing?" He said the last word after a pause, and quietly, just noticing the broken glasses on the floor a few feet from Harry, and an amount of blood soaking his hair.
"I'm looking for my glasses." Harry said softly, not pausing.
"Care to explain why they're not on your face, Potter?" Snape spoke slowly, smirking only slightly.
"I.. fell, and they dropped off.."
"I suppose that's how they got crushed to bits? Why, pray tell, would your head be bleeding them, Mr. Potter?"
Harry was silent.
"I suppose your fell backwards, and then rolled over, causing your glasses to roll off your face and several feet away from you?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Harry turned a deep red, "Yes, Sir."
"Get up, Potter. You're going to the infirmary." Snape snarled, clearly irritated at the boy's stupidity. They both knew very well that wasn't what happened. Only, Snape couldn't figure out what DID happen.
"But, My glasses-"
"I'll get them. Just go."
"Sir.." Harry started.
"I said GO."
"Yes, Sir." Harry said resignedly, and stood, glancing around for a moment before walking in the direction Snape came from. Severus removed his wand and pointed it at the glasses,
"Occulo Reparo." He mumbled before moving to them and picking them up. He followed after Potter, wondering why the glasses were smashed up as if someone had stepped on them.
Draco was in his bed, trembling, covered over with a large blanket. Pompfrey was walking around his bed clucking her tongue.
"I told you, Mr. Malfoy. You may leave. You're not suffering from anything, and that potion should have warmed you considerably by now. Mr. Potter, what are you doing in here?"
"His scalp is bleeding, Pompfrey. He claims to have hit it off the floor, but I'm inclined to believe otherwise."
She merely clucked more and ushered Harry over to a bed, sitting him down on it. She went and got a cloth, and poured some sort of clear potion on it. It was warm but somewhat stingy when she pressed it to the wound on his head.
"Hold this here for five minutes, Potter, then I suggest you go wash your hair."
"Thank you, Madame Pompfrey." Harry said softly. Snape moved over to Harry and pressed the glasses into his free hand.
"You fixed them!" Harry said, unthinkingly.
"We'll discuss what happened later, Potter. Mr. Malfoy, come with me. We need to see the headmaster."
"Yes, sir." Draco said, suddenly full of strength as he pushed himself out of bed. He followed Snape off to the Headmaster's office.
Harry flicked his glasses open and sat waiting for Poppy to tell him when he could remove the cloth. He'd go shower, then find a quiet, secluded area to do his homework.
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The next day, Harry moved slowly to the area where the fight took place, out on the grounds. He could see Malfoy kicking around the snow. He moved closer.
"Malfoy," Harry spoke in an unthreatening tone.
Draco glared, "I didn't say you could approach me, Potter." He let his pride get in the way.
"I have your wand, Malfoy." Harry said slowly, fingering Draco's wand, which rest in the opposite pocket of where his wand was kept.
Malfoy took a threatening step towards Harry, but seeing he was unfazed, he stretched out his hand. "Well, give it here, then."
Harry withdrew the wand and pressed it into Malfoy's hand. Draco examined it for a moment before stepping back and pointing his wand at Harry. Harry didn't move.
"If you or your bloody friends tell anyone about what happened, Potter, I'll-"
"I'm not going to tell a soul, but I can't speak for Hermione and Ron. They're not my friends."
Draco smirked, "I cost Harry Potter his friends? My, I like the sound of that."
Harry turned from Malfoy, "If you're finished, I'll be leaving now." He started towards the school.
"Potter! Wait!" Draco said quickly. Harry stopped and turned around, giving Draco a quizitive look. "Thank you."
Harry shrugged it off, "I would've done it for anyone." He said softly, then turned back to the school, leaving Draco behind.
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"What are you doing in here, Harry?" Ron growled.
"This is the dorm I sleep in." Harry said softly.
"Not anymore." Ron moved towards Harry.
"Leave 'em alone, Ron." Neville stammered.
"Shut up, Neville." He snapped, and Neville stumbled backwards, frightened.
"Where do you expect me to sleep, Ron?" Harry asked silently, but dangerously, fingering the wand in his robes.
"Anywhere but here. I gave you and entire day to leave-and a night, and you're still not gone. I want you out of here. I'm not sleeping in the same room as a traitor."
"A traitor?" Dean Thomas said, peering out from his curtains.
Ron smirked at Harry and turned to Dean. "He sided with Malfoy yesterday when the ferret confronted us."
"Malfoy?!" Neville said, shocked.
"What's more, he's a Death Eater. Cedric and Sirius's deaths were no accident-"
"Harry!" Dean gasped, "How could you?"
"What?!" Harry choked, "You're going to believe him?"
"It's not that hard to believe, Harry." Seamus said from the entrance, "I mean, you do have part of You-Know-Who in you."
"YOU TOLD THEM?!" Harry roared, eyes burning with anger.
Ron smirked slightly, "Just leave, Harry. Leave. No one wants you here."
"Why-" Harry said, rounding on Ron, "You don't feel safe with me around?" He said, smirking and raising his eyebrows.
Dean, and Seamus had their wants out, pointing them at Harry. "Back away from Ron, Harry, and put your wand away, or we'll be forced to-"
"Take out such a powerful 'Death Eater' such as I? I don't think so." Harry snapped, and stepped backwards to the door. "It doesn't matter anyway. How could I have roomed with such ignorant people for so long? I hate stupid people." He turned and quickly moved out the door, making his way furiously towards the Headmaster's office.
He was halfway there when is speed walking was rudely interrupted by his Potion's Master.
"It's after curfew, Potter, what are you doing out of bed?" The man stepped in front of him, causing Harry to come to a skidding stop.
Harry spoke furiously, due to his still working adrenaline rush, "I'm not out of bed, Snape, because I don't have one. So if you'll kindly excuse me, I need to see the headmaster!"
"You'll refer to me with respect, Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor. Furthermore, The Headmaster is out, Potter. Perhaps another time? Say.. When It's not past curfew?" He said, almost sarcastically.
"Then I need to speak to-"
"You're going to your dorm, Potter, right now."
"I'm not welcome there, sir."
"You're not welcome here either, Potter. Twenty Points from Gryffindor for defying a teacher, and 50 more for being out past curfew. A detention to go along with that. Two of them."
Harry breathed deeply, forcing himself to think logically. "Professor-" Harry said calmly, staring at Snape, "They kicked me out of the dorm. They. Wont. Let. Me. Sleep. In. There."
"Then sleep on the couch for tonight, Mr. Potter." Snape said slowly, masking the confusion that he so clearly felt. "You can speak to the Headmaster in the morning," He said slowly.
"Fine." Harry said softly, and stalked off down the hall to the Gryffindor Common room for a long night on the couch.
Warning: Violence, Alternate Universe, Slash, Sexual scenes in the future, Death Eater Harry, Ootp Spoilers, OOC Chars.. Etc, Etc, theres alot to warn about here, folks. I guess. XD
Author's Note: Yes, I decided to continue it! but don't expect frequent updates.. This isn't on my priorities list, "Speak To Me" Is.
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Harry stepped into the school, fingering Malfoy's wand in his pocket. He'd have to return it sometime soon, possibly when Draco gets out of the infirmary. He'd go back down to that spot tomorrow, and give it to him. Draco was sure to be looking for it there.
"Harry." A voice growled behind him, and before he knew it, he found himself face down on the floor. His glasses tumbled off his face.
Harry pushed himself up a little, and went to pick up his glasses when Ron's foot came down on them with a loud crunching noise. Ron twisted his foot for effect, causing more crunching. Harry winced.
Pulling himself up the rest of his way to his feet, Harry leveled with Ron, glaring at him. He couldn't see, everything was blurry.
Ron shoved him back into the wall, and Harry hit his head against it with a yelp. Ron poked at his throat with his hand threateningly.
"Ron.." Hermione started slowly, sounding unsure, "This isn't the best idea. He's liable to tell on you, or sick a Death Eater on you."
Ron was silent for a moment, and Harry stood silently, not saying a word, and not making the smallest movement, not even a tremble.
"Fine," Ron said, letting his rancid breath blow in Harry's face, "I'm warning you now, Harry. If you bother me or anyone else I'll be sure to make you days hell."
Harry didn't move, or make any sign that he heard him. Ron got redder, then turned and stalked off with Hermione.
Harry let out a slow breath, and knelt down on the floor, letting his fingers graze slowly over it to find his glasses, unaware of the small amount of blood coming from his scalp. He couldn't find, or see his glasses anywhere. He could hear the familiar clicking of a person's shoes.
"Mr. Potter," Snape's voice came, "what do you think you're... doing?" He said the last word after a pause, and quietly, just noticing the broken glasses on the floor a few feet from Harry, and an amount of blood soaking his hair.
"I'm looking for my glasses." Harry said softly, not pausing.
"Care to explain why they're not on your face, Potter?" Snape spoke slowly, smirking only slightly.
"I.. fell, and they dropped off.."
"I suppose that's how they got crushed to bits? Why, pray tell, would your head be bleeding them, Mr. Potter?"
Harry was silent.
"I suppose your fell backwards, and then rolled over, causing your glasses to roll off your face and several feet away from you?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Harry turned a deep red, "Yes, Sir."
"Get up, Potter. You're going to the infirmary." Snape snarled, clearly irritated at the boy's stupidity. They both knew very well that wasn't what happened. Only, Snape couldn't figure out what DID happen.
"But, My glasses-"
"I'll get them. Just go."
"Sir.." Harry started.
"I said GO."
"Yes, Sir." Harry said resignedly, and stood, glancing around for a moment before walking in the direction Snape came from. Severus removed his wand and pointed it at the glasses,
"Occulo Reparo." He mumbled before moving to them and picking them up. He followed after Potter, wondering why the glasses were smashed up as if someone had stepped on them.
Draco was in his bed, trembling, covered over with a large blanket. Pompfrey was walking around his bed clucking her tongue.
"I told you, Mr. Malfoy. You may leave. You're not suffering from anything, and that potion should have warmed you considerably by now. Mr. Potter, what are you doing in here?"
"His scalp is bleeding, Pompfrey. He claims to have hit it off the floor, but I'm inclined to believe otherwise."
She merely clucked more and ushered Harry over to a bed, sitting him down on it. She went and got a cloth, and poured some sort of clear potion on it. It was warm but somewhat stingy when she pressed it to the wound on his head.
"Hold this here for five minutes, Potter, then I suggest you go wash your hair."
"Thank you, Madame Pompfrey." Harry said softly. Snape moved over to Harry and pressed the glasses into his free hand.
"You fixed them!" Harry said, unthinkingly.
"We'll discuss what happened later, Potter. Mr. Malfoy, come with me. We need to see the headmaster."
"Yes, sir." Draco said, suddenly full of strength as he pushed himself out of bed. He followed Snape off to the Headmaster's office.
Harry flicked his glasses open and sat waiting for Poppy to tell him when he could remove the cloth. He'd go shower, then find a quiet, secluded area to do his homework.
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The next day, Harry moved slowly to the area where the fight took place, out on the grounds. He could see Malfoy kicking around the snow. He moved closer.
"Malfoy," Harry spoke in an unthreatening tone.
Draco glared, "I didn't say you could approach me, Potter." He let his pride get in the way.
"I have your wand, Malfoy." Harry said slowly, fingering Draco's wand, which rest in the opposite pocket of where his wand was kept.
Malfoy took a threatening step towards Harry, but seeing he was unfazed, he stretched out his hand. "Well, give it here, then."
Harry withdrew the wand and pressed it into Malfoy's hand. Draco examined it for a moment before stepping back and pointing his wand at Harry. Harry didn't move.
"If you or your bloody friends tell anyone about what happened, Potter, I'll-"
"I'm not going to tell a soul, but I can't speak for Hermione and Ron. They're not my friends."
Draco smirked, "I cost Harry Potter his friends? My, I like the sound of that."
Harry turned from Malfoy, "If you're finished, I'll be leaving now." He started towards the school.
"Potter! Wait!" Draco said quickly. Harry stopped and turned around, giving Draco a quizitive look. "Thank you."
Harry shrugged it off, "I would've done it for anyone." He said softly, then turned back to the school, leaving Draco behind.
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"What are you doing in here, Harry?" Ron growled.
"This is the dorm I sleep in." Harry said softly.
"Not anymore." Ron moved towards Harry.
"Leave 'em alone, Ron." Neville stammered.
"Shut up, Neville." He snapped, and Neville stumbled backwards, frightened.
"Where do you expect me to sleep, Ron?" Harry asked silently, but dangerously, fingering the wand in his robes.
"Anywhere but here. I gave you and entire day to leave-and a night, and you're still not gone. I want you out of here. I'm not sleeping in the same room as a traitor."
"A traitor?" Dean Thomas said, peering out from his curtains.
Ron smirked at Harry and turned to Dean. "He sided with Malfoy yesterday when the ferret confronted us."
"Malfoy?!" Neville said, shocked.
"What's more, he's a Death Eater. Cedric and Sirius's deaths were no accident-"
"Harry!" Dean gasped, "How could you?"
"What?!" Harry choked, "You're going to believe him?"
"It's not that hard to believe, Harry." Seamus said from the entrance, "I mean, you do have part of You-Know-Who in you."
"YOU TOLD THEM?!" Harry roared, eyes burning with anger.
Ron smirked slightly, "Just leave, Harry. Leave. No one wants you here."
"Why-" Harry said, rounding on Ron, "You don't feel safe with me around?" He said, smirking and raising his eyebrows.
Dean, and Seamus had their wants out, pointing them at Harry. "Back away from Ron, Harry, and put your wand away, or we'll be forced to-"
"Take out such a powerful 'Death Eater' such as I? I don't think so." Harry snapped, and stepped backwards to the door. "It doesn't matter anyway. How could I have roomed with such ignorant people for so long? I hate stupid people." He turned and quickly moved out the door, making his way furiously towards the Headmaster's office.
He was halfway there when is speed walking was rudely interrupted by his Potion's Master.
"It's after curfew, Potter, what are you doing out of bed?" The man stepped in front of him, causing Harry to come to a skidding stop.
Harry spoke furiously, due to his still working adrenaline rush, "I'm not out of bed, Snape, because I don't have one. So if you'll kindly excuse me, I need to see the headmaster!"
"You'll refer to me with respect, Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor. Furthermore, The Headmaster is out, Potter. Perhaps another time? Say.. When It's not past curfew?" He said, almost sarcastically.
"Then I need to speak to-"
"You're going to your dorm, Potter, right now."
"I'm not welcome there, sir."
"You're not welcome here either, Potter. Twenty Points from Gryffindor for defying a teacher, and 50 more for being out past curfew. A detention to go along with that. Two of them."
Harry breathed deeply, forcing himself to think logically. "Professor-" Harry said calmly, staring at Snape, "They kicked me out of the dorm. They. Wont. Let. Me. Sleep. In. There."
"Then sleep on the couch for tonight, Mr. Potter." Snape said slowly, masking the confusion that he so clearly felt. "You can speak to the Headmaster in the morning," He said slowly.
"Fine." Harry said softly, and stalked off down the hall to the Gryffindor Common room for a long night on the couch.