CONSIDERATIONs OF THE RECLUSE

"Nearly one full day in the wizarding world and I have messed things up already" Harry thought to himself while strolling through the corridors of the castle. "How could I not say such stupid things while I could guess everyone fear him that much". He passed a corner and almost walked into Draco. "Potter, look out where you walking" Draco said. Harry stood still and lifted his head which had been bend towards the ground. "sorry" Harry said misserable. "didn't saw you there". he mumbled. "What happened" Draco said in astonishment after seeing Harry's dead face. "I spoiled it, you don't want to know, you would be as mad as them". Harry muttered. "You did what? I don't want to know what, and who are them? Not that Weasly-traitor and that Granger-bitch isn't it?" asked Draco curious. "Yes them", Harry said irritated. "And you doesn't want to know that I suggested that Voldemort wouldn't be that dark, bad or evil, and" Draco's mouth fell open with astonishment. "And you doesn't want to know that Ron shouted to me in the great hall when everyone was lunching".

"Not everyone" Draco said thoughtfully. "I was with Professor Snape. And, How did you got the idea that The Dark Lord would be not that evil?" Harry sighted. "Well, Rizen said at least that 'dark' is equal to 'dangerous', and he intended that it was synonym to 'Evil', because Voldemort is being labeled 'Evil' You said that people call things dark when they perform deeds that are by law forbidden. However, Rons brothers are constantly lacking all rules they come up with and they are still not labled being dark". Draco nodded. "And they were very upset that you spoke the name of the Dark Lord, didn't they?" "Indeed" Harry comfirmed Draco's guess "And you, Aren't you not upset at all, Malfoy?"

"It's unusual." Draco said after a moment of thought. "I mean most people call The Dark Lord, 'You-Know-Who', 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' or, as I'd say, The Dark Lord, although that would only be said by people who in some way sympathize with him. I'd never heard anyone say Vo- eh, You-Know-Who although nearly everyone knows and fears his name.. Except Broombinder then" He chuckled. "But don't you fear The Dark Lord, then?" asked Draco curiously.

"No one has learned me to fear him." Harry replied dryly. "I mean, How am I supposed to act like I fear hum while I never feared him? How am I supposed to form an opinion about him when others require me to blindly follow their opinions. I mean, I'm nearly a day on this school and in this world and I have messed things up already only because I want to have a clear view and a fair opinion on certain things".

"Hmm, I think your quite right with that" Draco said. "Its good to think and judge on your own instead of copying the ideas of others. However, I'd be careful if I were you when it comes to talking about so-called 'incorrect' views on dark matters. Would you like to see a header such as "Harry Potter supports You-Know-Who' on the front page of the Daily Prophet?" "The What?" Harry asked in confusion. "The Daily Prophet, a magical newspaper. Draco replied. "Eh no, I morely prefer to stay away from publicity". Harry said quite shyly. "Then control your tounge or you will be killed by the ministry". Said Droco while listening to the sound of aproaching footsteps. "Well, I go" Harry said quickly. "First discover if someone is trustworthy before pasing information on that could ever harm you" Draco whispers befor he turned his back and walked out of the corridor like no conversation had taken place.

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"1th year students get a discount when subscribing to The Daily Prophet". reads a note on the Gryffindor bulletin board. "Owl your full name and your Gringotts vault number to Subscription, Daily Prophet, Diagon Alley. "

Harry looked at the small note on the Gryffindor board. He hadn't spoken to Ron and Hermione for the rest of the day, and they hadn't even come to him either. Without thinking any longer Harry opened his case to look for his Inkless-quill, the enchanted quill that didn't need ink to write things down. When he found it, he pulled out a piece of parchment on which he quickly wrote his name and vault number. After that he opened the portrait to find that Ron and Hermione were standing together at the coridor.

Harry did as if he was to busy to notice them. Without any stammering he climb down to the corridor and set target to the Owlery.

When he reached the place he enjoyed the silennce that were in there, except for the fluttering owls who were in there. "This would be the ideal place to think things over" Harry decided while he eyed the place to find Hedwig. "Hedwig, would you deliver this message for me?" Harry asked while binding the letter to the owl's leg. "Please deliver it to the subscription desk of The Daily Prophet" The owl made some friendly noises and flied away.

Harry sat down on the ground in the farest corner of the Owlery with his face to the wall. "Are Ron and Hermione trustworthy persons" Harry asked himself. "Should I give them a second chance, or should I leave them?" He sighted in frustration. There are so much things to think over, far to much. "Why had Draco called Voldemort 'The Dark Lord' While he also said that only people who sympathize him would call him like that?" But what Harry bothered the most was "Why do anyone believe that Voldemort is evil, while he himself, the boy who survived a utter-dark spell, had his doubts about it? And why do everyone fear Voldemort so much that they are terrified of hearing or speaking his name?" He had so many questions, and who could he trust enough to spit them out of his mouth without being afraid to scare people away?

He heard footsteps in the distance. Without looking over his sholder he waited to see if he would be noticed. The sound of the footsteps stopped. Harry, still not making an attempt to look over his shoulder waited trying to locate where exactly the stopped. A sudden hand on his shoulder make him jump up a little. "Mr. Potter, what are you doing sitting alone in a corner?" a male voice asked worriedly.Harry immediatly reconized the voice of Defense Professor. He sighted inwardly. "Professor Rizen is the last I want to talk to right now" he thought irritated.

"I'm just thinking." Harry said, trying his best to keep his voice under control. "Thinking, about what?" the professor asked concerned. "Sir, I do not want to bother you with my stupid thoughts" Harry replied, as friendly as possible. "Why not?" the professor asked. "Come Mr. Potter, tell me whats on your mind." Harry smirked. "Point one. I am Harry, and in no way Mr. Potter, Potter or any other so-called nickname they have given me" he sneered. "Point two, I'm not going to tell you whats on my mind, you woudn't understand, and woudn't know either. Point three, I hightly aprociate it if you left me alone so I got finaly the chance and rest to think things over. And last but not least, I am the stupid but famous Harry Potter who hates the fucking attention and the fucking protection of people who think they know him and who believe that the 'poor boy' would someday save the fuckin world from the so-called 'evil' Voldemort."

For a moment Professor Rizen was terrified. Not only because his student had called the name of the feared dark wizard, but also because he seemed to doubt the evilness of the Feared. Or did he misheard? the professor was not sure about it, he should get a pensieve to re-remember this little event. "Did the student also mentioned that he wont save the word while he is the only who would be able to do so?" Pretus Rizen wondered. "And how would the Headmaster react if he went to his office to inform him?" The defense professor decided that it would be better to leave the boy alone. He probably get a chance of talking next friday. "Good then, I leave you now", Professor Rizen gave in. And after a last sharp look he walked away.