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Chapter 4
Counter Curse
It had been a couple of weeks since the incident in which Harry Potter had gone 'crazy' and 'dark', nearing the end of February, and Rosette Potter was sitting at the Gryffindor table with other second years. However, she wasn't joining in the conversation as she looked over and listened in on her brother Terry and his bully-buddy Ronald as they plotted to get revenge on Harry for beating them up.
She shook her head in wonder. Harry had shown his true self and made them look like babies. So, she could only see this going badly for them. Though, during the past two years she had concluded without a shadow of doubt that she didn't care if they got hurt. They went around attacking everyone they felt like, so it was about time they got a taste of fear.
Though, she had to wonder how Terry convinced everyone that he didn't really pee himself. She just didn't get it. She saw it with her own eyes, yet even his pathetic fan still wanted to do something with him or something. It was quite odd, she internally shrugged, confused but not concerned, and though she had distanced herself from Harry, she knew Harry was much better than Terry would ever be.
Terry had been about to pick on a girl Rosette had made friends with on the train to school the year before. She was not allowed to be friends with her after that because of the house she was placed in. But Rosette still considered the girl a friend even if they couldn't play games together or even talk without the Slytherin girl getting accused of trying to corrupt her or something. She couldn't be sure, but she thought Harry mistook her for a first year as she was with her younger brother, probably trying to save him before Terry and gang spotted them.
It was sad how all of her delusions of how awesome Terry must be protecting everyone from the Slytherins crumbled the moment she realised that they didn't start fights. Terry did, and not just with Slytherins either, but people from the other two houses if they happened to have Slytherin friends or family like they were spying on 'good' people for the Slytherins or something ridiculous like that.
Rosette shook her head in disappointment before she saw Harry enter the dining hall looking as if he didn't have a care in the world. She had never known before that he was stronger than Terry, and never really believed deep down that he was a Dark Wizard, but two weeks ago she saw the proof, and he was still protecting people. He didn't seem to care what house they were in, and that didn't sit right with what she was taught.
If a dark wizard was the protector, then what did that make Terry and his light wizard friends? It was getting too complicated and jumbled up in her head. She didn't know what to think any more, as everything she had been taught seemed to be wrong somehow.
She sighed feeling depressed as she watched Terry smirking this smile that was certainly evil as he pulled out his wand. Ron laughed as Terry flung a blue light at Harry but grimaced as Harry had somehow just backhanded the spell (without even drawing his wand) without even looking and hitting Terry with it in return. It might have even seemed to some as if Harry had been yawning and stretched and accidently knocked it away.
Terry cried out in shock and horror as gasps ran the length of the hall as he was thrown from his seat, crashing down to the floor with boils bubbling up from his skin as he cried in panic.
Rose heard Harry chuckling in amusement as he spoke. "Some people have no manners, or forethought to learn the counters to their spells."
"HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore thundered from the teachers table as he stood, eyes blazing at the young man.
Harry had just lazily looked up at the headmaster with a raised eyebrows. "Yes Professor?" he asked with a smile. "My most humble apologies', you are absolutely correct," he said as he flicked his wand as he pulled it out and blasted Ron causing him to fall next to Terry crying as boils burst out on his skin too. "Can't give one without the other, after all that's favouritism, and I don't want to be like my parents, or you now do I?"
Rosette was surprised as she heard a fair few people snickering, and she had to bite her lip hard not to burst out laughing. Seeing Ron getting the smackdown laid on him was amusing in anyone's book. But the way Harry just mocked Dumbledore's authority was really quite entertaining. The more she saw, the more Dumbledore seemed to be off his rocker.
"Boy; that will be your Saturday lost!" he spat out hatefully. "It will be into the forest with you with Hagrid."
Harry just rolled his eyes shrugging. "Do I look bothered?" he asked laughingly. "Last week I wasn't killed by those 'dinky' spiders, but I did get a shit load of venom from those moronic bugs before I harvested the rest of them. So I don't think they'll bother me again, but I can only hope. After all I got shed loads of pocket money for them last time!"
Dumbledore looked to be grinding his teeth in an effort not to attack him, but Harry just went back to his meal looking nonchalant.
Across the hall at another table a blonde haired seventeen-year-old girls icy grey eyes lingered on a certain Hufflepuff as Dumbledore just grumbled under his breath and the hall became a mass of chatter while several of Terry and Ron's friends helped them out of the hall.
"What you thinking sis?"
Daphne was startled and looked to her side where her blonde-haired younger sister sat smirking.
"Nothing that concerns you, Astoria!" she was quick to quip.
Astoria just laughed while shaking her head in amusement. "I think that… Potter… I mean Harry Potter is off limits to an 'evil' Slytherin like you, Daphne. In fact, I think he might be a little too dark for you."
Daphne's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits aimed at her younger sister. "I have no romantic interest in him. Mother and father wouldn't be too pleased to hear I was actually pursuing a 'real' blood traitor, dark or not."
"Give it a rest Daph," she retorted, amused. "I know you don't care enough for our parent's opinion to mean crap to you. Just look at him. If I weren't going with Draco, I sure as hell wouldn't mind him. He's… what's that muggle term… oh, right… smocking hot!"
"She has a solid point, girl," interrupted the too upbeat voice of her brunette dark-skinned friend as she sat on Daphne's other side. "At least your parents are letting you choose partners. I'm stuck with Blaise Zabini, and he's gayer than the inventor of gaydar!"
"I take exception to that," he replied from across the table sitting with Draco, his black skin contrasting deeply with Draco's pale. "Tracey, we have made an agreement to go along with it so that they don't find out, and so you won't have to marry some ugly bastard that would…"
"Whoa…!" they all interrupted at the same time quivering, which brought a smug smirk to his lips.
"Point taken, okay," Tracey replied rolling her eyes. "This way, I can be with whoever I want, and so can you… secretly from our families."
He nodded still smirking as he looked to the Hufflepuff table licking his lips. "Well Daph, if you don't want him, I'll have…"
"Don't even think about it," she hissed at him angrily. "I'm curious is all," she continued. "He is an abnormality to our world. He is with neither Dumbledore, the Dark Lord, nor the Ministry. He has no one fighting for him, yet he dares try to fight them all. He is the only real power that has taken a stand against three groups of oppressors. He has even stood up for our house!"
"The only upside that I see," Draco commented shrugging. "Unless he can actually protect you from Dumbledore, the Ministry, and the Dark Lord I wouldn't side with him if I were you."
"Even if he is a curiosity," Tracey remarked while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, which caused Daphne to roll her eyes and her friends to snicker. "Though, even I'm curious to know him… he looks so… damn, muscle, and powers, and he just… well… damn, you guys saw his freaky black eyes, right?"
"Yea," said Draco while the others nodded. "We couldn't exactly miss the glowing red that turned black. It was as if his eyes sucked up any brightness. It was kind of really creepy… I've…" he lowered his voice here. "I've met the Dark Lord, and his blood red eyes never sent such a chill down my spine," he said shivering at the thought of his father's master.
"His eyes were beautiful," Daphne suddenly spoke looking back over to him so she missed all the slack jaws and wide eyes her friends and sister showed. "Both ways, but that black…? They were like gateways… gateways to a limitless fountain buried within him full of pure power begging to be realised on the world."
"Not if Dumbledore and the Ministry have their way," Tracey spoke quietly while giving her best friend an understanding smile. "If he attacks the Boy-Who-Lived again, they might try sealing him or something, even though it's clear to me who has the power and drive to actually fight and destroy the Dark Lord!"
"Dumbledore too, if we're lucky," Daphne added slowly.
Draco snorted. "That's the reason why Dumbledore hates him. I bet he knows left alone that Harry Potter will become a bigger threat to his power than anyone else could ever hope to become."
To Be Continued…
