Rating: PG (rating may go up later for difficult situations)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or any of the characters appearing in this story (sigh)
Here chapter three! I tried to make it a little longer! Hope y'all like it! Please r/r thanx!!!
CHAPTER THREE
Harry glanced around the hall and immediately turned a bright red in the face. He had never felt so embarrassed in his entire life. The entire hall had seemed to look his way as soon as the girl he had just recently been talking to returned to her table. She looked at him from her seat and gave him a mean smirk, signifying that she was not going to be there to help him. Looking over at the Slytherin table again, Harry saw Draco practically doubling over on the floor from laughing so hard. It was this sight that sent Harry over the edge. He couldn't take this constant abuse from Malfoy anymore. Hermione looked up at Harry from where she was sitting and gave him a worried look. She saw that Harry was not just embarrassed anymore, he was mad. Really mad.
"Harry, you're not going to do anything stupid?" Hermione asked, pulling slightly on Harry's cloak. "Harry?" Hermione didn't get a chance to say anything more because at that moment Harry tore away from Hermione's grasp and started walking quickly towards the Slytherin table. Malfoy saw this and, seeing the sight of Harry get angry at him when there was absolutely nothing he could do about it made Malfoy start in a whole new series of belly laughs. The entire Slytherin table was laughing now as Harry approached the table and tapped Malfoy lightly on the shoulder. Malfoy looked up, trying to control his laughter.
"Hello Malfoy." Harry said, as calmly as humanly possible at the moment. "What seems to be so funny?" Malfoy gave Harry an odd look and then straightened up in his seat.
"Well, Potter, it seems that a little rumor is going around about you and Morgan Beaten. So tell me, is it true love?" Malfoy started fluttering his eyelashes and exploded into hysterical laughter. Harry, on the other hand, wasn't so amused. It took all the courage in the world for Harry to do what he did next.
Harry gave Malfoy a warning glare, giving him one last chance to apologize. Obviously, Malfoy didn't take the chance and Harry stared at him with death in his eyes. After quit a long silence, Harry finally got the guts to do what he had been wanting to do since the first time he talked to the scum bag that was Malfoy. Harry brought his fist back and forcefully pushed in right into Malfoy's face. There was a loud gasp that emitted from all four tables, signifying that the two boys had had an audience that Harry was not aware of.
Malfoy cried out in pain as Harry fist made contact with his face and started to make almost a sort of whimpering sound, that at the moment, was not sounding very manly at all. Harry looked around, feeling very good about him self and glanced toward the direction of the teacher's table. Snape was already running toward the Slytherin table, almost three quarters of the way there. The feeling of triumph immediately left Harry's stomach, and replacing it there was a deep feeling of regret. What had he been thinking? After all of the trouble that Harry had already gotten into with Snape this was defiantly not going to look good.
"Malfoy, get up. Stop cowering." Snape reached for Malfoy's arm and lifted him up off of the ground in one swift move. Malfoy looked up at Harry and gave him a look of pure disgust. There was a slight trickle of blood running down Malfoy's jaw, which made Harry smile slightly, but that smile was immediately withdrawn when Harry got a glimpse of Snape's expression.
"Potter, come with me." Harry stayed right where he was, not wanting to follow Snape to his doom. "Now!" Snape yelled. The entire hall was silent and Harry knew that all eyes were on him. Not wanting to look like a coward, Harry took a few steps toward Snape and as soon as Snape started to walk, with Malfoy right behind him, Harry followed.
It was a long, silent walk to Snape's office and Harry kept on thinking how bad the punishment could possibly be. Would he be kicked out of school? Surely not. It was only one measly show of emotion. Harry's thoughts had to end there, because, unfortunately, they had reached hell (otherwise known as the dungeons). Harry stepped into the dark office and just stood there waiting for Snape to say something. Only Snape did the worst thing possible. He was completely silent. Harry didn't know how long it was going to be before Snape blew his top. It didn't take too long.
"Mr. Potter, I know that you cannot always comprehend the difference between right and wrong, but this is a low, even for you." Harry was confused, Snape wasn't even yelling. "You are just like your father. Always making stupid decisions. Always thinking about yourself. Not using your brain. Just acting plain stupid." Harry couldn't take this anymore.
"Shut up. If you say one more thing about my father . . ."
"Was that a threat Mr. Potter? I sure hope not. We take threats from students pretty seriously around here. Now I want you, Malfoy, to go back to your dormitory. And clean up your face." Malfoy nodded and walked silently out of the office, but not before giving Harry a glance of pure evil. After Malfoy was out of the office and the door was shut behind him, Harry looked back to Snape. He had sort of an evil grin on his face, like he knew how much he could really hurt Harry. "So Mr. Potter, what do you think your punishment should be?" This comment confused Harry. Why would a teacher care what the student thought should happen to them?
"Umm professor, I don't understand."
"Well, it was a straight forward question. Or did you not hear me. Selective hearing I presume. You know Potter, if you don't watch what you are doing, you are going to end up just like your parents. In way over your head, and then one-day, you will be just stupid enough to make the biggest mistake and wind up to be rat food. You are the spitting image of your father. He never was the brightest one of the bunch."
"Stop it! Stop it! Don't ever talk about my parents again! You didn't know them! You know nothing about them!" Harry felt tears stinging his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.
"Much like you. I suppose we have more in common than you thought." Snape smirked to himself as Harry put his head down and let a lone tear slide down his cheek. "You will join me for detention every day for the next month. Is that understood? Now get out." Harry looked up at Snape, his eyes red and watery, then left the cold office.
As soon as Harry was far enough away from anybody, he let more tears fall from his eyes. Snape was right. He knew nothing about his parents, and there was nothing that he could do about it. Harry knew that this was not just some bad dream that he would wake up from, but real life. Although Harry had amazing talents and had some amazing friends, he was missing something that no one could help him find. He would never get to know his parents.
Harry walked down the corridor, making his way up to the Gryffindor common room when he ran into someone.
"Oh, hello Potter." Harry looked up to come eye to eye with the last person on earth he really needed to see right now. Malfoy. "What's this? Are you crying? Ha! The great and powerful Harry Potter is crying! Awe, did Snape say something to make you cry?" Malfoy continued laughing at Harry's state, while Harry continued his journey to the tower.
"Malfoy if you don't shut up I swear to god I will kill you here and now." Malfoy started to laugh again, but stopped almost immediately. There was something in Harry's eyes that told Malfoy that he was serious. That he wasn't joking around.
Well there's chapter three! I hoped y'all like it! Please r/r thanx!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or any of the characters appearing in this story (sigh)
Here chapter three! I tried to make it a little longer! Hope y'all like it! Please r/r thanx!!!
CHAPTER THREE
Harry glanced around the hall and immediately turned a bright red in the face. He had never felt so embarrassed in his entire life. The entire hall had seemed to look his way as soon as the girl he had just recently been talking to returned to her table. She looked at him from her seat and gave him a mean smirk, signifying that she was not going to be there to help him. Looking over at the Slytherin table again, Harry saw Draco practically doubling over on the floor from laughing so hard. It was this sight that sent Harry over the edge. He couldn't take this constant abuse from Malfoy anymore. Hermione looked up at Harry from where she was sitting and gave him a worried look. She saw that Harry was not just embarrassed anymore, he was mad. Really mad.
"Harry, you're not going to do anything stupid?" Hermione asked, pulling slightly on Harry's cloak. "Harry?" Hermione didn't get a chance to say anything more because at that moment Harry tore away from Hermione's grasp and started walking quickly towards the Slytherin table. Malfoy saw this and, seeing the sight of Harry get angry at him when there was absolutely nothing he could do about it made Malfoy start in a whole new series of belly laughs. The entire Slytherin table was laughing now as Harry approached the table and tapped Malfoy lightly on the shoulder. Malfoy looked up, trying to control his laughter.
"Hello Malfoy." Harry said, as calmly as humanly possible at the moment. "What seems to be so funny?" Malfoy gave Harry an odd look and then straightened up in his seat.
"Well, Potter, it seems that a little rumor is going around about you and Morgan Beaten. So tell me, is it true love?" Malfoy started fluttering his eyelashes and exploded into hysterical laughter. Harry, on the other hand, wasn't so amused. It took all the courage in the world for Harry to do what he did next.
Harry gave Malfoy a warning glare, giving him one last chance to apologize. Obviously, Malfoy didn't take the chance and Harry stared at him with death in his eyes. After quit a long silence, Harry finally got the guts to do what he had been wanting to do since the first time he talked to the scum bag that was Malfoy. Harry brought his fist back and forcefully pushed in right into Malfoy's face. There was a loud gasp that emitted from all four tables, signifying that the two boys had had an audience that Harry was not aware of.
Malfoy cried out in pain as Harry fist made contact with his face and started to make almost a sort of whimpering sound, that at the moment, was not sounding very manly at all. Harry looked around, feeling very good about him self and glanced toward the direction of the teacher's table. Snape was already running toward the Slytherin table, almost three quarters of the way there. The feeling of triumph immediately left Harry's stomach, and replacing it there was a deep feeling of regret. What had he been thinking? After all of the trouble that Harry had already gotten into with Snape this was defiantly not going to look good.
"Malfoy, get up. Stop cowering." Snape reached for Malfoy's arm and lifted him up off of the ground in one swift move. Malfoy looked up at Harry and gave him a look of pure disgust. There was a slight trickle of blood running down Malfoy's jaw, which made Harry smile slightly, but that smile was immediately withdrawn when Harry got a glimpse of Snape's expression.
"Potter, come with me." Harry stayed right where he was, not wanting to follow Snape to his doom. "Now!" Snape yelled. The entire hall was silent and Harry knew that all eyes were on him. Not wanting to look like a coward, Harry took a few steps toward Snape and as soon as Snape started to walk, with Malfoy right behind him, Harry followed.
It was a long, silent walk to Snape's office and Harry kept on thinking how bad the punishment could possibly be. Would he be kicked out of school? Surely not. It was only one measly show of emotion. Harry's thoughts had to end there, because, unfortunately, they had reached hell (otherwise known as the dungeons). Harry stepped into the dark office and just stood there waiting for Snape to say something. Only Snape did the worst thing possible. He was completely silent. Harry didn't know how long it was going to be before Snape blew his top. It didn't take too long.
"Mr. Potter, I know that you cannot always comprehend the difference between right and wrong, but this is a low, even for you." Harry was confused, Snape wasn't even yelling. "You are just like your father. Always making stupid decisions. Always thinking about yourself. Not using your brain. Just acting plain stupid." Harry couldn't take this anymore.
"Shut up. If you say one more thing about my father . . ."
"Was that a threat Mr. Potter? I sure hope not. We take threats from students pretty seriously around here. Now I want you, Malfoy, to go back to your dormitory. And clean up your face." Malfoy nodded and walked silently out of the office, but not before giving Harry a glance of pure evil. After Malfoy was out of the office and the door was shut behind him, Harry looked back to Snape. He had sort of an evil grin on his face, like he knew how much he could really hurt Harry. "So Mr. Potter, what do you think your punishment should be?" This comment confused Harry. Why would a teacher care what the student thought should happen to them?
"Umm professor, I don't understand."
"Well, it was a straight forward question. Or did you not hear me. Selective hearing I presume. You know Potter, if you don't watch what you are doing, you are going to end up just like your parents. In way over your head, and then one-day, you will be just stupid enough to make the biggest mistake and wind up to be rat food. You are the spitting image of your father. He never was the brightest one of the bunch."
"Stop it! Stop it! Don't ever talk about my parents again! You didn't know them! You know nothing about them!" Harry felt tears stinging his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.
"Much like you. I suppose we have more in common than you thought." Snape smirked to himself as Harry put his head down and let a lone tear slide down his cheek. "You will join me for detention every day for the next month. Is that understood? Now get out." Harry looked up at Snape, his eyes red and watery, then left the cold office.
As soon as Harry was far enough away from anybody, he let more tears fall from his eyes. Snape was right. He knew nothing about his parents, and there was nothing that he could do about it. Harry knew that this was not just some bad dream that he would wake up from, but real life. Although Harry had amazing talents and had some amazing friends, he was missing something that no one could help him find. He would never get to know his parents.
Harry walked down the corridor, making his way up to the Gryffindor common room when he ran into someone.
"Oh, hello Potter." Harry looked up to come eye to eye with the last person on earth he really needed to see right now. Malfoy. "What's this? Are you crying? Ha! The great and powerful Harry Potter is crying! Awe, did Snape say something to make you cry?" Malfoy continued laughing at Harry's state, while Harry continued his journey to the tower.
"Malfoy if you don't shut up I swear to god I will kill you here and now." Malfoy started to laugh again, but stopped almost immediately. There was something in Harry's eyes that told Malfoy that he was serious. That he wasn't joking around.
Well there's chapter three! I hoped y'all like it! Please r/r thanx!!!!