A.N: I know I said I wasn't going to touch this fic, but ... I just couldn't leave it alone. Again, I don't have a clue who the Half Blood Prince could be, specifically speaking. In respeonse to a question, I'm not sure if I really feel this is what is going to happen, but it definitely is a possibility. This will probably be a few more chapters, all very vague and most likely with very very very little action. This is sort of like the Half Blood Prince's diary, his thoughts and feelings, but very disconnected and not in chronological order. Just one more note, all the chapters will end with that line: I am the Half Blood Prince. It's kind of like the HBP's signiture. He has to remind himself who he is constantly. It's like how Anne Frank addressed her diary as "Kitty" ... kind of. It might sound repetative, but ...
Disclaimer: Nothing in Harry Potter's world belongs to me, but rather to JK Rowling.
Chapter 2: Jealous ...of a Boy?
They like him better. The boy, that is.
Father told me. He said They think the boy is polite. Polite! As if "polite" will achieve anything. Gryffindor to the core, their "hero" is. Chivarly … Is he so polite that he refuses to slay his enemy?
I can see it now. Potter, on the verge of fufilling what he believes to be his destiny, backing down at the last second for fear of motally offending his opponant. As if he were at some sort of tea party! Polite …
Father says we will have to play along a little longer. Let Them think we are working with them, with the ministry.
We are not against Them, we are against Voldemort. As any self-respecting wizard should be. And Father and I are most certainly self-respecting.
But what They don't understand is that we have to destroy Voldemort on our own. How, that is not for me to relate. Anywhere. Those incredibly innane plans They concoct – those will never work. Much like their faith in that boy that he can be any help at all in this war, even if not as a savior.
That little boy, Potter! Oh, he makes me laugh, makes me scream and cry with mirth. He has absolutely no discipline – trying to use an Unforgivable against that White Queen, Bella Lestrange, out of anger! Stupid, stupid boy.
And yet They like him better.
He is polite.
Father says I will have to learn to be more civil towards Them. Destinies can be changed, he said. I told him that made no sense. Destiny is set in stone and thus cannot change. I will defeat Evil, with all my Slytherin charm. Which, I pointed out, does not include politeness.
But he insisted. So, starting at the very next meeting we have with Them, I will have to act civil.
Just be like Potter, Father told me.
Like Potter! Like that irresponsible, hotheaded, ill tempered – boy! Never. I will not act the younger. I am a man.
I am the Half Blood Prince.