Chapter 6: Slytherins are not punching bags
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Harry watched the procession of men climb out of the fireplace.
"'lo Sirius… Remus…"
"Harry…" Sirius said with a firm gaze. "Dumbledore tells me that you got into a fight the second you stepped through the door?"
"… sort of." Said Harry.
"Sort of? Who with?" asked Remus.
"Malfoy." Said Harry with scorn dripping from his clenched teeth.
"Oh… I see." Said Lupin.
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Really? Oh… I that case by all means you should have…" he stopped, seeing the astonished glances from everyone in the room. "I mean… you shouldn't have done that, Harry.
"Harry, do you realize that if this keeps up you are likely to be expelled?" asked Lupin seriously.
"Yes." Said Harry, meeting his gaze with a firm stare. He had grown up too fast. thought Dumbledore, to take it with that much maturity.
"Why did you do it Harry?" asked Dumbledore.
"He… deserved it." said Harry, almost bursting into the entire truth.
"What did he do to deserve this?"
"He… insulted Ron and Hermione." He said again, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
Down in the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy's cup shattered at that moment, leaving him covered in Pumpkin Juice stains, approving many applause from the Gryffindor table, except from Neville, who could only think, HARRY!
BACK TO DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE:
"Well, if that's everything, Dumbledore, I guess we'll be going." Both of the men took Harry's hand and then left.
"Harry, I know this is hard on you…" I just want them back, Dumbledore. I just wish that…" he froze, concentrating on Ron and Hermione, how it felt to be around them, what they were like, and he saw them, trapped in a cell, talking to… him? How could that be? A distant voice called him back. Harry… Harry?
"Hmm?" he came suddenly back to Dumbledore's office.
"What happened, Harry?"
"I saw them… they were in a cell, talking to me… but I don't remember that… I was just concentrating on them and I saw…"
"Ahhh…" said Dumbledore calmly. "It seems you have learned the art of Concentro Vision."
"Concentro Vision, sir?" said Harry, utterly confused.
"Yes. It is what you just did."
"I see."
"Well, you best get down to the feast, Mr. Potter."
"Thank you, sir." He walked to the door and was about to leave, when he was called back.
"And Harry…"
"Yes, sir?"
"Slytherins are Not Punching bags… remember that."
"Yes, sir." He said with a grin.