A/N: Yay! Seven death threats! I love you guys for them!
Sorry about the delay with the chapter, but I really couldn't get a good start that I could continue with in this, and I wanted to make it super long too, so that explains the lateness, even if it didn't get to the length I had hoped it would)
Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter, or any related characters or place, with the exception of the five books (three of which don't technically belong to me) and the two movies (both of which actually belong to my parents).
Chapter seven
Do you know that feeling you can sometimes get where you think things couldn't possibly get any worse? I do, and I was feeling at that particular moment when Occuren was looking at me. Little did I know how often that feeling is followed by an event of some sort that usually makes it far worse.
"Tell me Mr Potter, is what the papers are reporting about you being He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's soul son and heir true?" Occuren asked me in a tone that unnerved me. I'm fairly sure I know why his tone unsettled me. It was too calm, level and controlled for anyone who was mentioning my father. Normally they would speak in a cold voice, filled with hatred, or seem totally terrified, both of which are perfectly normal reactions. However, Occuren's control of his voice was, I don't know, it was like the calm before the storm. I expected him to blow up at any moment, though not literally. I've only ever had experience with one person literally blowing up, and I was partly to blame, I suppose.
"Um, yes they are sir," I said carefully, still not quite sure about what to expect
There was a triumphant gleam in Occuren's eye when I told him the truth, one very similar to the one that had appeared in Dumbledore's eye when I told him that my father had returned to power back at the end of my forth year (I have never been able to figured out why he had looked that way, but he did). The look was odd, and out of place, but I chose to ignore it then. There was no point in worrying about something as insubstantial as a look in someone's eye when it wasn't murderous or dangerous, now was there? Okay, in hindsight, maybe I should have paid it more attention, and tried to find out the reason behind it, but I couldn't be bothered.
"Very well Potter," Occuren sneered at me. "You may go."
He ushered me quickly out of the classroom, and I made my way down to the Great Hall for Lunch, contemplating just what had happened so far that day.
I was faced with the usual glares and hate-filled curious glances (yes, that's right, hate-filled curious glances. Apparently they all wanted to gawk at the supposed future Dark Lord as they had wanted to gawk at me when I was plain old Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Survived-The-Killing-Curse-But-Nobody-Could-Be-Bothered-To-Think-Up-A- Decent-Title-For) as I walked down to the Hall, and when I got inside too. It was almost enough to put me off my food! Though not quite. Nothing sort of... well, nothing, could actually put me off my food. Needless to say, I quickly tucked into the food prepared by the house elves, just managing to ignore them. Well, until Ginny came along, that was.
Ginny, being the new best friend of Granger, ex-president of the Harry Potter fan club and the co-president of the MHPLHC (Make Harry Potter's Life Hell Club) seemed to have stopped liking me for some reason. I think it was down to the fact that my father's diary from when he was sixteen possessed her when she was eleven, forcing her to open the Chamber of Secrets and petrify several muggleborns in the school, including a ghost, but who knows how the mind of women work? It could have just as easily been PMS. Whatever the reason was, she didn't exactly seemed to want to make my life easy for me, so she decided to approach me during Lunch when she knew I wouldn't do anything to her in front of teachers, as it would most probably get myself expelled. Well, she thought I wouldn't at least. You, however, will realise that I really did not want to be at Hogwarts, so I was really just looking for a reason to get expelled (how I managed to stand that bunch of hypocrites before is beyond me), and she would provide it.
My eyes flicked up to the redheaded freckled, two-faced bitch whose life I saved back in my second year and saw that she wanted trouble. It was obvious from the look she was giving me. Complete and utter loathing. It was very similar to one my father used to me, still does in fact, though not to the same intensity, but I'm getting distracted. I tend to do that a lot, if you couldn't tell. In fact, right now I'm getting distracted by being distracted, if you get my meaning, which I doubt.
So, like I was saying, she really wanted to get a rise out of my (which would undoubtedly give Bumblefuck reason to expelled me, much to my glee and my father's hatred), so she was looking down at me, smirking (not a common or pleasant sight on a Weasleys face unless it's the twins, and it's still scary, I can assure you).
"Yes?" I asked her all polite like, and she did nothing but smirk evilly (and I thought my father and I were supposed to be the evil ones according to them), which on its own was more than enough reason for me to suspect unfair play. I quickly stopped eating thinking that the food could have been poisoned (yes, they may be Gryffindors and total goody-goodies, but the Marauders were Gryffindors, enough said), got up from the table and left the hall, thankful that nearly everyone was in there.
I sighed, and realised that I didn't have any more classes that day. Sometimes being in NEWT level classes was infuriating... but not then. I don't think I could have faced any more lessons that day. Still, it did leave me the question of what to spend the remainder of my day doing. With no one in the school who I would willingly spend time with, I had nothing to do, so the idea came upon me to visit the owlery, possibly send a letter to My Father (what better way to bug someone? By owl so they can't curse you into oblivion, only the owl!).
The Owlery is at the top of one of the taller towers, if you didn't know, and the circular walls are lined with perches (all covered with owl excrements) with one or two parts of the wall free of them. I leaned against one of these clear sections, my back to the wall, as I pulled out a piece of paper (yes, paper, not parchment) and an ordinary muggle pen (I really couldn't not be bothered with a quill, and besides, pens are cheaper, the ones I use costing little more that five pence) before settling down to write the most annoying letter I could.
Hey Dad! (I wrote, and he truly hates it when I refer to him as dad, so there's no need to guess why I called him that)
Did you know the entire school hates you? It's really quite annoying. You need to work on your public relations. I mean, would it really hurt your image so much to be nice every once in a while? (I could practically see how he could react to this, and I almost felt sorry for the poor owl that would end up facing his wrath) It would make the whole World Domination kick a lot easier.
If you're wondering why I'm writing to you when I should be in class, I'm writing to you to annoy you (as if I'd do anything else) and because I don't have any classes this afternoon. And I need to tell you about an interesting development. And that is... I SHOULD BE ABLE TO GET MYSELF EXPELLED IN A COUPLE OF DAYS! Isn't that wonderful? I can bug you the same amount I had been during the summer! (That really pissed him off)
From your son,
Harry
P.S: Remember the muggle saying: Don't shoot the messenger.
I deliberately went over the word 'muggle' again and underlined it before sending it off. He truly hates anything muggle related, and since the letter was written in muggle pen and on muggle paper, and included a muggle saying, I'd say he would be fairly pissed off at it, without the fact it was from me added to it.
You know, I'm not quite sure why I decided to end a letter to piss him off. I suppose muggle psychiatrists would say it was my way of communicating with him, as I couldn't do it in any other way after hating him for so long. That just goes to show they know jack-shit about why I bugged the hell outta my father. True, I didn't know why myself, but if I didn't understand why, then they shouldn't either.
The next morning, after a couple of fights in the common room (which I didn't start,. but got the blame for anyway) the previous night, I received my first ever howler. Howlers are a very important part of every young witch and wizard's life, and their first is always special. Mine went as follows:
"HOW DARE YOU SEND ME THAT LETTER?! YOU WILL BE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE WHEN YOU COME BACK HERE FOR CHRISTMAS THAT I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE SURE YOU ARE UNABLE TO MOVE FOR A WEEK! AND IF YOU DARE TO GET EXPELLED I WILL MAKE SURE IT IS A MONTH! I HOPE I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, AND IF I DON'T, THEN HERE'S AN EXAMPLE OF WHAT I'M GOING TO PUT YOU THROUGH!"
I shudder as I remember the next bit. I can hardly believe that even he would lower himself to such levels, it was inhumane!
"I LOVE YOU, YOU LOVE ME..."
Those word's started to fill the room in the voice of Barney the Purple Singing Dinosaur filled the room, and all of the muggleborns, or those who had any knowledge of muggle TV ran from the room screaming, whilst those with none went kind of... pale faced.
"WE'RE A HAPPY FAMILY..."
The howler stopped there, bursting into flames, and I was truly glad. At the first words of the song I had been fixed in place in horror. My father truly did know how to torture people (especially teenagers).
A/N: ::shudders:: That song is the worst torture known to man. I seriously don't know how little kids can watch Barney, especially since they're usually terrified of a lot of things. Come, let's face it, giant singing dinosaurs are genuinely scary, and if I saw one in the middle of the street, I would be with the millions of people running away screaming.
Marvin the Depressed Robot(42: Too right!
Kage Mirai: Too write you can't complain!
NatalieJ: What?! Why not?! And it's good to have funny feelings about new characters.
ChaosDream: Thanks!
HecateDeMort: Well, since you asked so nicely (and said please several hundred times) I will just have to do that at some point.
BalrogMan65: Oh! Yay! And I'll probably do that.
Shadowface: K!
Ciara: Yeah, well, I'll probably work on their relationship a bit as time goes along, but right now it's more fun to have Harry annoy the hell out of Voldemort. Harry probably will be under the cruciatus for like a couple of seconds every so often later on. And Harry is already partly insane.
Hannah Abby: Okay, once you decide what to do to me tell me. But make sure I can still type, because otherwise the delays will be humungous.
Jory: Yes, I was serious about the death threats. I don't get anywhere near enough of them. And that threat was pretty good for a newbie threantener, but try to add more detail into how you will kill me, such as strangulation, poison, skinning me alive, grinding my bones you make your bread, etc.
Ranchan17: Thank you!
Wytil: Oooooh! A job in a cemetery! Wonderful idea!
Aspid: Ah, that was only a small taster of what Occuren will be like, he's gonna be a whole lot tougher than that. As to Draco, in the first chapter I explained that Draco was fighting with Ron, they both fell off a balcony and crushed Filch. The relationship between Voldie and Voldie Jr. (lovely nickname, don't you think?) will improve, but it will never exactly be caring.
Ss: I'm not actually gonna go back and change that since I have no trouble with it. And it's a pity very fics have Ron dead straight the way.
Anonymous: Well, I'm writing it, and I don't see the logic in Ron accepting the fact more either, but I wanted this fic to be different, and by having it that way around it certainly is.
Someone: Very true. I must remember to kill him off more often.
Krissy Riddle: Well, Occuren's the type of teacher people would kill not to have. And thanks for the death threat!
Happy Hyper Bunny Lover: Ick! Fluffy romance! Ick ick ick! I hate fluffy romance!
borne-shadow-childe: Wicked! That is one of the best threats I have ever received! I'm not sure if I should be worried or not, but still, it's cool!
Sykoticstalker27: Fine, but your flattery won't get me to update much faster.
Crouchintiger: There's was no meaning in the cliffie, I just wanted death threats. As for how Occuren feels about Harry, you'll just have to wait and see.