chapter seven - blaise zabini
Alright! I know I haven't posted that much, but I will try to post more, and I will definitely be posting a lot during the weekend! back to the point, this chapter is told from our lovely slytherin and our gryffindor head boy's povs. so, let's go! oh, and J.K Rowling has not put Harry Potter on ebay yet, so I don't own the franchise. Just give me a moment to-
recap-
percy has just announced to us that blaise zabini has been found dead, also stabbed ( remember when crabbe was stabbed? old news baby, get with the program )
Draco Malfoy's POV-
I hate Harry Potter and his little friends. They just get on my every nerve. First they act all surprised, like they even cared about Goyle. Yeah right. Then, they decide to play investigator, and pretend that they know everything. Please, they aren't fooling anyone. I would figure out what happened, but I've got more important things to worry about, like getting attacked. Sadly, Goyle just had to sabotage me one last time before he died, by taking all attention away from me.
"I'm going to die! Help me!" I cried, wondering if anyone would ever hear me. They did.
Of course I was given the spotlight, but for just about 30 minutes. Then Potter storms in acting like the genius he pretends to be. At least my best- friend...isn't the right word, but it will work better in the paper.
That's when I had a really good idea.
I strode to the dorms to tell Blaise. He would be my real friend. I told him everything I did and didn't do. My father gave me a list of people to become friends with just before year 1, and he was the first one. A pureblood who hated Harry Potter more than the average Death Eater's child, I knew when I met him that we were going to be friends. That's why what happened tonight angered me more than anything. And it really… stung.
"Blaise!" I shouted, "I know how to sabotage Potter!"
His usual reply was, "Finally! That evil little rat must be stopped," Or something along those lines.
"Where's Blaise?" I asked Snape, who, strangely enough, was near the boys dormitories.
"Well, I'm afraid that.." He started.
No. Not Blaise. Anyone but Blaise. I hate most people, but I don't hate Blaise, and I can't lose him.
I knew he had told me Blaise was gone many times before it really registered in my brain. Blaise was dead. I felt my world crumble to the floor even before I started worrying. If Zabini and Goyle were gone, were they going to come for me again? My mind was scrambled and I couldn't think. Then the world went black and I hit the floor.
Percy Weasley's POV-
I can't even fathom how a student died on this campus. Well, they didn't die in the castle, but nevertheless. Of course my brother Ron had found the body. Mum and Dad were always on about how Ron is the bravest in the family. She must not have been thinking straight, given we are all Gryffindors, and I am… how do Muggles say it… Oh yes, the police of the bravest students. I never get enough credit. Enough about my brother. This story is about me, Percy Weasley.
It was pretty late at night. I wish I remembered the exact time, but my watch was stolen from me earlier that afternoon, and I'm sure the culprits were none other than my brothers Fred and George. When I asked them about it, they looked at me like I had gone mad, and tried to act similar to the way a monkey would. They were simply a headache.
So, I had no idea the time, I just knew it was late. I was patrolling the halls for students breaking curfew, or anything else I would need to report to Professor McGonnagal. I also may have, well… broken a rule. I would never have done it normally, but I hadn't seen Penelope in weeks.
Penelope Clearwater. She was the Ravenclaw prefect, and we were very good friends. We may have had some.. romantic moments in the past. We just had to meet, but tonight we were only going to study. Sadly, we didn't get to do much of that. It happened while I was walking to the library. I heard a scream, and I ran. Not away, but towards the danger. Pretty cool right? I would have to tell Penelope...
Unless it was her. That's when I began to worry. I hurriedly turned the corner, and what I saw was quite a sight. There was a boy. He looked like a third year, but I couldn't be sure. Blood was pooling around his body. He must have been dead. And then I saw Penelope. She was sitting on the floor, trying to talk to this kid. She looked absolutely spooked.
Then I, well, erm, I-
I fainted.