CHAPTER 8

A/N—I enjoyed the reviews that I've been getting. But I'll just clarify some things…

When I said that part of the 'Court Jester' I meant to say that it was Ron who was the Court Jester, because he has to make everyone laugh. In the books he seems to be the idiotic one whose only role is to entertain the others…

Hence 'Court Jester'.


The Slytherin Kyle…

Everyone here thinks I'm nuts. I am. But that's not the point. You're supposed to humour the madman.

Not make him worse.

One more day and I'm on that train to freedom. No more hiding around corners just to avoid confrontations with anybody.

At this time in my life I'm thinking of Hermione.

As much as I love her… the way that if she scents a problem it becomes something to analyze or worse… something emotional that everyone should be a part of.

The train seems as though it will never come.

I want to scream at it and demand why it tortures me so…


Eating in the Great Hall I feel as though the whole entire world has gone mad. With everyone looking at me warily… like their waiting until I jump up and start slobbering with the idea that I'm a dog inflicted with Billywags.

I hate the way that the Gryffindor's think that isolation is the way to solve the world's problems. As if ignoring the things that bring down their world will make everything alright again.

And that is what their doing. Ignoring my presence as though I were just a dust ball floating in the air.

The sideways glances that come from all around the Hall gives me the peace and mind that someone couldn't manage to keep their mouths shut. Allowing the whole school a glimpse of my madness…

I'm barely able to swallow the chunk of meat that I have in my mouth.

I feel a sickening dread fill my stomach. I feel an anxiety that I cannot explain fill my being with its deep crimson red.

No… control it.

Hold on to it for a little while.

The meat goes down and I feel full.


He's up there in our Dorm. I don't care if it's immature the way that I continuously avoid confrontation. It doesn't matter.

They hurt me.

I want them to either die of guilt or disappear from my thoughts.

Turning around I walk out of the Portrait Hole. I decide to just walk around. Considering that both of Them might be busy packing.

I walk past the paintings. Feeling the life of this decrepit castle fill me up until my soul can no longer stretch.

The greyness of the centuries years- old stone walls. It could make a person wonder what the point was.

What was the point of feeling as though you are stuck in between the vastness of Time?

I don't know. And sometimes I think that I don't want to know.

So I walk down this deserted corridor. With my thoughts as no one will know them. I feel the coldness of my loneliness hit me hard.

But I won't can't let it bother me.

I see a group of students at the end of one corridor. They seem like every other student. Except that they seem to be crowding around each other to see something…

I catch a few excited whispers.

"… make sure you kick the snake's face… get him real good…" my veins stop and freeze.

"… Don't forget his stomach so he won't be able to not puke for a week…" I cannot believe this is happening.

"… quick before someone comes…" I open my mouth to start yelling at them. Closing it when I hear words I never thought I would witness.

"… fuckin' Death Eater getting what you deserve now…" my vision turns blood red… the heat in my body boils as it only does when I am truly mad.


Screaming until I am hoarse has never been a good idea. But with my mother what can you expect.

But I scared the living daylights out of the group of Ravenclaws. Quite funny.

Except for the blood that lined near their feet.

The lack of guilt in their eyes. The murderous gleam that came off of them… one light brown haired boy's face sweated in excitement.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU FUCKHEADS THINK YOU'RE FUCKING DOING?"

True I am not the intellect I self- proclaim myself in my mind. Especially when I am pissed off.

I knew who they were. Even if they ran away, I would make sure they were suspended if not facing expulsion from the school. Who knows how long I screamed after them… only my body had the right idea of staying with the child… some poor second year Slytherin.

I don't think I would ever be able to outline the disgust that threatened to overcome me…

The barely decipherable face .The broken body of a child.

There is not a sight more horrendous.

Blood… the skin that wasn't already broken was turning sickly white. I could feel the tears come forth in my eyes.

The breathing was slowing down. I could hear it as I stooped to pick up the mangled flesh of a…

Child.

Just a baby yet.

I needed to get him to Madame Pomphrey. But I didn't want to hurt him.

I ran.

Picked him up and ran as though I had a billion Blast- Ended- Skrewts after me…

I have never been that scared of a human being before.


I'm sitting in the Courtyard… staring at my hands. The blood has dried and is flaking off. I don't know how long I was crying and throwing up in the bathroom. Madame Pomphrey took the child from my hands, screaming at me to explain what happened.

I told her about the Ravenclaws.

Professor McGonagall was there within second. Closely followed by Snape.

Interrogating me until my jaw hurt from talking…

They're in there with the entire school; Dumbledore is talking about how such an act is punishable by law.

They let me go.

It was just a baby.

I still cannot believe it.

It's raining and my clothes are getting soaked.

The blood has moistened and is coming off looking watery.

The fact that a child can be caught up in discriminations, that is a Slytherin… it never occurred to me. it never came to me that Slytherin's were as doomed as us when it came to discriminations.

That we could give the reasons that Death Eater's exist.

It never occurred to me that we could do something like that.

I close my eyes.

Red hair, blue eyes.

Do I not face the same this. To be a Weasley is to marry and have children. Have a career you love but be barely able to but hardly suffice for a family.

To be a Weasley is to love all things Muggle.

To be a Weasley is to be a fool.

Percy was the only Weasley that was different. The only one to break free of the discriminations. The only one to have red hair, brown eyes.

The only one to want to better himself instead of living in a fantasy world.

I open my eyes.

Stare into the face on convention.

And I HATE it.


The Ravenclaws are facing a suspension considering that we cannot afford to have more join the Dark Side.

I quite frankly am disgusted by the verdict.

And I'm not afraid to show it.

"Disgusting pieces of shit. You know what we should do to garbage like that? Throw them…"

"RON, SHUT UP!" Hermione was bound to burst at some point.

I look over at her lazily.

"What? I'm just speaking my mind. Surely there is nothing wrong with that."

She looks stunned. I'm using the voice that I usually only ever use when I'm arguing with myself in my mind.

"Besides is it my fault that those assholes decided that some child was a Death Eater!" I spit out the last part. "Was not Pettigrew, the exact person who gave rise to Voldemort" at this I have more than half the Great Hall staring at me. "A Fuckin' Gryffindor!"

Throwing a look of disgust down the table I see the shocked faces of dozens of students.

"Where is our supposedly nobility now?"

I look over at Hermione, her mouth still wide open. I continue with a calmer tone.

"Do you think that you with your Muggleborn background, and I with my poor Muggle lover upbringing, are the only ones who face prejudices? Do you honestly believe that a person can be born to be a Murderer, someone can be born only to kill thousands for the sake of something as ridiculous as bad blood?"

I can feel my voice change to one filled with sadness.

"Because if you do… then you won't know how to live when you see a mere child no older than a baby lying dead on the battlefield. They don't ask to be put in the middle. They don't ask for parents to destroy another human being."

I look down at my goblet.

"People don't ask to kill another human being for a cause as idiotic as something as that. Human conscience won't allow it… children don't go from meaningless laughter to cold and condescending maniacs. They are brainwashed to believe in something that should have died out during the 17th century… but they aren't. We could save them, we could give them a room in our house and give them the childhood they've been neglected… but we don't."

The pumpkin juice in the goblet swirls.

" We come to school with the main purpose that we are better, and so we cannot be in Slytherin… no we can't because then you grow up to know the inside walls of Azkaban…"

My eyes fill with unwanted tears.

" Have you ever thought that not even a Slytherin wants to know what it is to have their soul's sucked out by society… have you ever thought that what makes a Slytherin a Slytherin is us. That it is us that teaches them to be the cold- hearted murderers their fore father's were. That it is us that makes it impossible for our world to learn the simplest concept that Muggles have known since the Christendom Fell. The thoughts of Modern Convention where we are able to live in the world as people instead as Witches and Wizards.

Has it ever come to you that maybe if we didn't hold a family name in high contempt, then maybe we wouldn't have to fight a battle as menial as this.

That we wouldn't have to fight people willing to kill themselves for a cause they don't even believe in themselves. And we could be doing something worthwhile.

Has it ever made you acknowledge the fact that the world we are residing in is concealment for the world that Muggles' rid Germany in the 19th century? That we are nothing better than the Nazi's and the true victims are the children we prosecute, simply because we believe that we can destroy them while they are still able to look in the mirror and see their innocent eyes.

Or do you think it's the other way around… that Voldemort is some Hitler and we are the Stalin's'…"

I look up at Hermione's shocked face.

"Do you know that Stalin murdered more people that were his own then Hitler? Did you know that the only reason that Hitler is considered worse to the Muggles was because he threw those he hated in Death Camps? That Hitler only started to war because his people were starving? Did you know that the only reason the war went on as long as it did was because they brainwashed their children to believe in Hitler's superiority cause's…"

I stop. I can't bring myself to continue.

The Great Hall is deathly silent. Everyone including the teachers has heard my "speech" of sorts.

"I didn't know you thought of it like that…" Her voice is barely above a whisper.

I narrow my eyes and allow my disdain drip its acid on my tongue.

"No you wouldn't. Would you?"

I gather my stuff and leave.


I'm in my abandoned classroom. Lying here and thinking of nothing.

It's not hard. I like it like this.

To think of nothing is to know of nothing.

Ignorance. There is nothing as peaceful.

The door is slowly creaking open. I won't think on it.

I won't open my eyes to the burning sensation of a touch of flesh upon my skin.

I will not allow myself to see the eyes I never want to see looking at me again.

I won't cry for the uncalled for gentle kisses that are placed in the palm of my hand.

I WON'T let this turn into some disgusting romantic scene.

I allow myself to growl and throw It's presence away from me.

I don't even look behind me when it speaks.

"His name was Kyle."

I continue walking.

Out the door.

"His name was Kyle."

No…

The tears come and this time they won't stop.


A/N: I thought that this was a nice twist. It took me awhile to write because I didn't really know how to write Ron's little speech… so anyways… REVIEW.