Here it is:
Chapter 5!
A look passed between the three wizards remaining, in a second all three had jumped up and run to the stairs, bounding up after the pair. At the door to their quarters they found it locked tight and not even Snape could open it. After a moment the blonde appeared at the door looking very calm.
"Potter, let me borrow your bird-thing," he demanded, holding out his hand.
"Why?"
"I have a letter to be delivered to the Prophet headquarters. That's why," Malfoy said, holding a simple white envelope.
Harry looked at Snape who gave his student a suspicious look but allowed Harry to retrieve Hedwig. "Here, be nice to her, okay?"
"Sure." Malfoy attached the letter and petted Hedwig before letting her off with the recipient of the letter.
Hedwig hooted nicely at Malfoy and flew off with five pairs of eyes following her, three of which were nervous about the contents of that letter. As Hedwig left Pig flew in, it landed nearby and stuck out its leg. Ron reached out and grabbed the excitable bird from its place, he took off the letter and let the bird fly and squeak around his head.
"It's a letter from my Mum, she sends her love Harry and wants us to have a good year. She promises to write every week and send gifts over the holidays," Ron summed up as he closed the letter.
Snape look at the boys and turned to leave. "I've got to finish moving in. See you four in September or sooner."
Snape's voice made Harry cringe slightly, knowing they're probably see him within a few days, perhaps even tomorrow if the article was run. Malfoy could have a coronary and run off to save his image in the public spot-light. Blaise would go with him and, most likely, the two would hex several people and cause a major riot or small war.
Snape left the four boys where they were, at the end of the hall and disappeared through the front door. Malfoy sneered at his back and then turned his back to Harry and Ron.
"I expect to have a reply by tomorrow, if there isn't one, the Prophet will be in deep, deep shit," the blonde said as he walked down the hall to room 4, across from Harry.
Harry let out a sigh and walked down into his room, glancing back to see Blaise and Ron looking at each other awkwardly.
How will this ever work? Harry thought to himself and entered his room, he flung himself onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.
"Potter?"
"What is it Zabini?"
"Tell me about Stonewall High, about muggle life," the brown haired Slytherin entered slowly and seated himself on the chair at the desk. He made himself comfortable and look prepared to listen.
"I don't really know much about Stonewall High, I've walked by it a few times. It's a big building made of gray brick, with wall surrounding the campus. There's a separate music building and a big gym and track near the back of the campus. I know at least one person there, Shawn, we went to school together a long time ago. He and I worked together during lab periods in Science back in secondary and primary school. I'm not really a good source for information on normal muggle life, I didn't have, not just because of magic, but because of my relatives." Harry saw Ron enter and pause to look between them, Ron then walked over and sat with his back to the desk so he could listen too. "In secondary school, we had music class and gym and different subjects to cover during the day. Science, English, arithmetic, geography, history, that sort of thing. And there was homework, it's not difficult though. There were dances about every month, I never went though. There were always elections for the heads of class, life prefects or Head-boy and girl, but student chosen." Harry looked up and saw Malfoy standing in the doorway with a curious expression on his alabaster features. "Muggle life, well, it's complicated, you have to earn money and pay electricity bills, water bills, mortgages, that sort of thing. You don't have magic or servants like house-elves to do everything, its down to your own two hands and nothing more. If you can't handle it all, you don't have a charm or spell to do it for you. You work and toil and sweat and get burned, yeah that too, but if you can handle it, most of the time it gets easier after a while, either because it's routine, or because you've gotten stronger and can handle it more easily. Things can't be cured and people can't be saved, sometimes you have to rely on yourself, not your wand."
"Sounds a bit dark and unfulfilling," Blaise raised his eyebrows.
"If you were raised with it, it is fulfilling, it's as far as you'll ever get, so you're happy with it." Harry shrugged.
"I think-" Malfoy paused and let out a breath. "I think you should start teaching us about being a muggle. It's going to take some work."
"I guess."
YAY for a short Chapter 5!
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