Chapter 7 - Never Turn Your Back On A Gryffindor With A Wand Out

The day before the students returned to Hogwarts from the Holidays Harry had his first real encountered with the Gryffindors and the first whilst he was alone. Mostly he was the one that stayed out of it, preferring to let the others take the credit and blame for provoking them. But, however, this time it was unavoidable, as all of the Gryffindors seemed to be under the impression that Slytherins were all automatically evil beings.

"Potter," sneered Weasley from down the hall as he walked along, heading back to the common room. Harry turned and looked at him with a cool expression, regarding all of the Gryffindors around him (which was all of the first years that hadn't gone home, which was Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown) with the same expression on his face.

"Yes?" he asked, not wanting trouble, or at least not wanting trouble in such an open area where any professor could come down at any moment.

"Don't play nice with us, Potter," spat Weasley, his sneer (well, it barely looked like one, but it was an attempt) dropping, was replaced with something entirely different that Harry hated the look of and also drew his wand. "You know you were the one who dyed every Gryffindors Hair pink yesterday."

Harry raised an eye brow. Pink?

"Why would I do that?" Harry asked the redhead.

"We don't know!" spoke up one of the other Gryffindors, Patil.

"But we know you did it!" yelled another, Brown. "All of you Slytherins are the same! And I look terrible in pink!"

"Well, it wasn't me, I suggest you might want to ask your brothers, Weasley. They are the school pranksters, are they not?" Harry asked, keeping calm, whilst inside he was fuming. How dare these muggle-loving Gryffindors accuse him of something so juvenile! He would never sink to that level! Sure, he would cure and hex them, but never prank them! It was too... too... not like him! "Now if you'll excuse me..."

Harry trailed off and turned, intending to get back to the common room as soon as possible, but in doing so he forgot one of the fundamental rules of Slytherin: never turn your back on an opponent who has his or her wand out. And so, Weasley yelled out a spell Harry didn't recognise and was certain wasn't on the syllabus at all and Harry was blasted into a nearby wall.

The last thing he saw before he fell into coconsciousness was three retreating pairs of shoes. Oh how he hated Gryffindors.

When Harry awoke five hours later in the hospital wing with a pounding headache, he decided that he no longer hated Gryffindors. He now despised them.

"So you're finally awake then?" came Ed's voice, who was sitting in a chair beside the bed. "What did you say to those Gryffindors? I am assuming it was the Gryffindors, of course."

Harry scowled at the disapproving tone in Ed's voice. How dare that- that mudblood judge him! How dare the boy assume he automatically went looking for the Gryffindors, just to annoy them! That was just as bad as his attackers! Though, he had thought that Ed may have had slightly more class than to assume that he was like them.

"For your information," Harry said scathingly. "I did not say anything to the Gryffindors, except for Weasley, whom I told to ask his brothers about a dogmatish prank they had pulled on them."

"Oh," Ed said, rather flatly, and was silent for a moment or two. "Dogmatish?"

Harry rolled his eyes. Some people were so uncultured and undereducated.

"Arrogant."

"Ah... Why didn't you just say that?"

"Because I didn't realise I would have to alter the manor in which I customarily speak so that imbeciles may understand."

Harry saw Ed's eyes narrowed, something which he wasn't quite sure why people did. It didn't look intimidating, but rather like someone couldn't keep their eyes open, or had lost their glasses and so couldn't see properly.

"Well, you don't have to be so cruel about it."

"Considering the fact I feel as if I am surrounded by fools every single day, I believe I'm entitled to it, don't you?"

Ed's eyes squinted even more, and Harry laughed mentally. The oaf looked hilarious.

"You've changed Harry, you've changed a lot," Ed said, and with that he left the Hospital Wing as Madam Promfrey came out.

"I'm afraid you'll have to leave now Mr Gein... Where is he?" Promfrey asked, obviously Ed to still be there.

"He just stormed out," piped in Harry, causing the elder witch to jump. "May I leave yet?"

"No, you most certainly may not!" Promfrey snapped, forcing the black-haired-Slytherin to lay back down. "You will be staying here the night at least! Probably most of tomorrow too!"

Madam Promfrey stormed off with that, forgetting the finish examining Harry's upper body. Harry, of course, didn't notice, being too busy glaring at her with unrestrained hatred. Now he was probably going to miss Draco's arrival! And it was all that witch's and the Gryffindor's fault! Damn them! Just because he was a Slytherin didn't mean they had to accuse him of everything! And it didn't mean that he would become on of Voldemort's followers either! Stupid damn judgemental morons!

A/N: This chapter so would have been out last Monday, but decided to update, then they had that bug, but it's here now, and in the timeI couldn't update I wrote upto the very start of Harry's second year, which starts at chapter 11.

Beloved Fool: Then I hope you are still reading this.

Lap: Well, if I'm hiding something about the Mirror of Erised I'm hiding it really well, because not even I have it figured out yet. For news of Voldie, wait for chapter 10. As for the serial killer question, that ones hard to say. I'll answer that some other time. And I've noted that you want a slash story. Got it. Styill have to wait and see if it will be one though.

Shadowface: That is a very good reason to like an OC mudblood. Nop, Harry is not the heir of Slytherin, he's the heir to someone else that I'm certain that no one has done yet.

Andais: Yes, just his reflection. No dreams of revenge or world domination - yet. He's only eleven. Give him time and they'll appear.

Shadowed Rains: Erm, okay.