Disclaimer's in the prologue.
For the rest of the weeks before Halloween, Harry Evandrus made Gilderoy Lockhart's life a living hell. His prank ranged from the one he used on the three wrong-doers, to infesting Lockhart's face with warts, much to the grimace of most of the female population. The Weasley twins were a big help, they gave him ideas, not to mention that they also helped him with the pranks on Lockhart such as having a thundercloud follow Lockhart everywhere he goes (a prank that was immediately stopped by Professor Dumbledore after an hour. The old man gave him a pointed look but there was a twinkle in his eyes). Out of all the pranks that they did, the pranks that ruined Lockhart's physical features was probably his favourite, and the best because the man cancelled his classes for the rest of the day for, most probably, he's too vain and narcissistic to let his students see him in such an ugly and horrendous state.
But of course, all things come to an end. It also applies with the pranks on Lockhart. His Professor and Head of House, the old bat of the dungeons, confronted him about it. It doesn't seem like the man was angry, mad, or anything of the sort but Professor Snape advised him that he'd do well to stop the pranks aimed to humiliate Lockhart. Harry's not an idiot, and he knew what his Professor was referring to, as it looked like all the pranks brings up some unpleasant memories from Professor Snape's past, so with just one last prank at Lockhart, namely a combination of all the pranks that he did, he stopped his pranks and focused once more on his studies.
Halloween came again and Harry prayed to whatever deity that is out there that there be no trolls, or any dangerous creatures roaming about in the castle after being released by a psychotic teacher being possessed by a Dark Lord who should have been dead for over a decade. Moreover, he prayed that there be absolutely no disturbance for this Halloween night.
Before the Halloween feast, Harry and his brother were in the Astronomy tower to light candles for their departed loved ones. It was an idea that Lars got from Granger when they were talking about Halloween and All Soul's day in the muggle world.
"Light one for him too...our Father." he said after Lars lit one for their mother.
"But..."
"Lawrence," he cut off his brother calmly. "While I have no reason to respect the man..."
"I, on the other hand, have a reason." Lars finished for him. "I know, I know." After sighing deeply, his brother then lit another one for Potter Sr.
"It's nearly time for the feast." he stated after seeing at his wristwatch that it was a quarter before the Halloween feast. "Porthos will clean the candles later at midnight, we should leave."
Lars nodded, still staring at the candles "You go ahead" His brother said. "I promised Sir Nick that I'll go to his death day party."
"That sounds..." He trailed off and just said "Anyway...just stay out of trouble if you can." With that said he left his brother and headed to the Great Hall.
"The Golden Trio's M.I.A" Theo stated while he was about to sit down. He looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw that Weasley and Granger aren't also there, so they must've followed Lars.
"M.I.A?" Draco questioned.
"'Missing in Action', Draco" Harry informed his friend. "They're at...another party."
"Let me guess, Sir Nick's death day party." Draco said. He threw his blonde friend a questioning look. "What? The Bloody Baron was talking about it."
"Oh boo hoo...we have our own party here. Happy All Hallows Eve Folks!" Theo said cheerfully as he handed him a glass of pumpkin juice.
Harry smiled a little and took the pumpkin juice. "Happy All Hallows Eve, Theo." he raised his glass to Theo as they clinked glasses in celebration "And to you as well Draco." he continued then raised his glass to Draco who did the same.
"Really Potter." he went back to his straight face when, he knew the voice as Macnair's. "Happy that this was the night when the Dark Lord was vanquished or maybe happy that this is the night that your good for nothing, filthy mudblood mother was killed." Then Macnair along with his other Slytherin friends laughed in mockery at his mother.
"Shut it Macnair, now's not the time to insult the dead, have some respect." Marcus said behind him but Harry was already angry, he was breathing heavily as he does when he's about to lose any amount of patience he has. He can take any insults directed to him but not insults directed to his mother. And like what Flint said, this was absolutely not the time to insult the dead. He had already accepted that he has very limited patience and tolerance to people like Macnair during Halloween.
"What? Kneazle got your tongue Potter?" Macnair said tauntingly at him. He was going to rise from his seat when Theo gripped his wrist a tad too tightly. He glared at his friend, but broke his glare immediately and sat down when Theo glared at him as well and he heard Draco say "Macnair are you really that daft that you can't even remember that Harry's surname is 'Evandrus' and not 'Potter' for years?"
"You shouldn't have asked that Draco" Theo chided. "You already should know that he is that daft." Macnair lost that smile on his face and now the others are laughing at the older boy's expense.
Harry smiled a little at the two that had told off Macnair and that had eased his anger even if just for a little bit, had the two not intervene there would have been quite a fight inside the Great Hall.
"Well thank you." he said to his two friends.
"Can't speak for yourself Po –Evandrus?" Macnair was at it again. "You still need the two of them to speak for you."
Harry looked down for a moment then he darted his passive look straight to Macnair. "Bravo Mr. Macnair! You finally realized that I'm 'Evandrus' and not 'Potter' after more than a year." He said smoothly with a mocking clap. "And put your elbows off the table, a muggle knows better manners than you." he added with an emphasis on the word 'muggle'. It was always an insult to pureblood fanatics if a muggleborn or a half-blood is better than them and much more of an insult that Harry just compared a pureblood like Macnair to a muggle. Macnair is flushing angrily but dared not start a physical fight in the Great Hall and just kept to his group and shut up, apparently being compared to a muggle ticks him off.
"Treacle Tart?" Theo offered him.
"Don't mind if I do." And the rest was well during the feast.
"You shouldn't mind him that much. He was just being an idiot." Daphne said to him while they were on their way back to the common room.
"Yeah." he replied absentmindedly.
"Ooompf." Theo stated as he bumped into someone in front of him, not noticing that everybody stopped walking because of his incessant chatter with Draco and Renz about Quidditch. "What's with the traffic?"
They couldn't see much so the three of them pushed their way in front. Then they saw Lars, with Weasley and Granger, who shot him a quick glance. A cat, Filch's mangy cat to be precise, was hanging on the wall and a message written in blood.
THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED ENEMIES OF THE HEIR BEWARE.
Oh well, Harry thought. So much for praying that there be no disturbance for this night.
"Bloody hell." Theo breathed out.
Assuming that Lars never told anyone that both of them are heirs, there shouldn't be a problem. If Lars did, however, told anybody then they would be in big trouble. Not that they have anything to do with that, mind you.
"Enemies of the Heir Beware! You'll be next mudbloods!" They all turned to Macnair pushing his way into the crowd. His face was shining with delight at the sight of the supposedly dead cat and the writing on the wall. Harry had to roll his eyes at that. The ignorant twit knew nothing about the heirs of Lord Slytherin.
"What's goin' there?" the voice of the mangy care taker said, "Go on, make way, make way" as he pushed himself in front of the students.
"Potter!" Filch spat he was about to say something then ring a ding, ding he noticed his mangy cat hanging on the wall. "You...murdered my cat." The caretaker said accusingly.
"No one would touch your filthy cat Filch." Higgs said loudly but apparently, that mangy squib is not convinced then he took hold Lars by the collar "I'll kill you, I'll kill you."
"Take your hands -" he trailed off and then immediately stepped back when he heard the voice of the Headmaster calling the squib's name.
The Headmaster, along with the other teachers arrived, each of them, besides the Potions Master who always has a stoic look, looked a bit appalled by the scene before him.
"Everyone," the Headmaster began, "will proceed to their dormitories immediately." Everybody turned to leave then the Headmaster spoke again "Everyone except, you three." He looked at the Golden Trio. Lars shot a helpless look at him and he gave his brother a reassuring nod. He walked away with the others, but not before darting a glare at Filch's direction.
"Hey ferret, you wouldn't happen to be the Heir of Slytherin would you?" Theo said in a bit of a joke when they entered the common room.
Draco looked thoughtful for a moment. "As much as I would like to be the heir of Slytherin oddball, sadly I am not." Draco told them. "Besides if I was the heir of Slytherin I would go on to brag about it by the time I learned to talk."
"Oh yeah..." Theo looked enlightened. "I forgot you are just boastful by nature." Draco snorted.
"Do you happen to know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry's question was directed to Draco.
Harry, despite being an heir of Slytherin himself along with his brother, does not know anything about the Chamber of Secrets besides the fact that it was supposedly built by Salazar Slytherin according to 'Hogwarts: A History', but stories of it being opened, if it ever has been before, was unheard of, to him at least. As far as the few (just about 3) journals of Edmund Secundus that he had read, or scanned rather, not one of it mentioned a chamber so it's either he doesn't know or he doesn't care about it.
When Draco nodded, he told them that they should talk in their rooms and as soon as they entered Draco drew his wand and waved it around the door casting a simple privacy charm for to them not to be overheard by others who might eavesdrop. Slytherins are inherently secretive.
"My father told me that the chamber of secrets was opened some fifty years ago," Draco began.
Fifty years ago, the only person who was possibly in the school during that time who is of the Slytherin line was the one in Bartimaeus' line, another one of those people, whose picture was burnt where the only letters 'T' and 'E' are present.
"He didn't tell me who opened it, only that they were expelled and the last and final time it was opened, before now, a mud - muggleborn died."
"That's all?" Draco nodded.
"That sounds...odd." said Theo after going deep into his thoughts, "I have a few things in mind. One; this is the second time in the known history of Hogwarts that Slytherin's chamber is opened, obviously. Two; Expelled, means they caught the culprit, whoever they thought the heir may be. Three; they don't want people to know that it was opened, thus no one has heard of it, besides a few people. Four; the one that got expelled is either framed up or wants to take the credit for himself, but since there were no news about it not one of the heir being imprisoned or sentenced to have the dementor's kiss, which what should have happened, I'll bet the former." And then with a snort, Theo added "And besides, if they really did punish the heir of Slytherin half a century ago, those people in the ministry would no doubt brag about it."
"Good point, mate." Draco commended. "I thought of that as well. I mean seriously, we Slytherins are known to be cunning and subtle, and to be caught for opening that chamber would be such a disgrace." Harry was thinking along the same lines. No Slytherin, let alone the heir of Slytherin, would let himself get caught.
If another heir is in Hogwarts they would know who, especially if the other one is in their generation but, only his twin and him are the heirs of their generation who are also wizards yet, the last of Bartimaeus' line is two generations before them, meaning that this person was very likely the one who opened it fifty years ago when a muggleborn was killed.
"Harry?" Theo asked him concernedly, a second later he blinked and sighed, he realized he had been staring into nothingness. "Erm, you ok mate?"
"Yeah, I'm fine" he assured Theo. "I was just...thinking."
"You guys have read the 'Pure-blood Directory', haven't you?" Theo asked them. Harry shook his head negatively. He knows of that book but hasn't had the chance to read it yet. The book was authored by one of Theo's relatives, Cantankerus Nott, in the 1930's about the so called Sacred Twenty Eight, which are the Wizarding families in Britain that were still truly Pure-blood.
"Every strictly pureblood family has read that book, Theo." Draco pointed out. "I remember that there's a family there who claims to be descendants of Salazar Slytherin the... the Gaunts...yes that's the one...but everyone knows they're extinct, since that family hasn't been heard from for a very long time as far as I know. I don't think that even father knows much about them."
"Gaunt." Harry repeated. He knew that he either read or heard that name before but can't quite put his finger into it. If the Gaunts are descendants of Slytherin like what the book says they are, they most probably are in the tapestry inside Secundus' vault. "Unheard of..."
"Extinct they are. Do either of you know of anyone who is possibly related to Salazar Slytherin?" Theo shot him a quick glance. "With abilities like his, I mean, it could be anyone, even a half-blood or muggleborn."
Harry knew what Theo meant by that and was sure that he will ask him later on if he is related to Slytherin because of his parseltongue ability. He didn't know what he was thinking, or maybe he wasn't really thinking at that time when he showed Theo that he is a parselmouth but all he knows or rather feels is that Theo will never tell it to anybody, he didn't even mention it anymore after that first night.
"No." Draco immediately replied. "It's not possible. Everyone says that Slytherin was strictly pureblood so he probably wouldn't have let half-bloods, let alone muggles, into his family." Harry rolled his eyes. Everybody will always have that kind of notion about his ancestor because of Hogwarts: A history, unless they do something about it.
"Au contraire Malfoy," Theo said with a sloppy hand gesture. "Slytherin's family, like other Wizarding families, most likely had muggles in their families in some generations."
"My family -" Theo waved a hand before interjecting "Your family, believe it or not, has had if not muggle, then half- blood ancestors."
"That is absurd!" Draco said indignantly. "My family is strictly pureblood. My ancestors would never have allowed muggles or those who aren't purebloods into the family."
Harry had, for the lack of better term, enough. "Draco, don't be purposely daft." he snapped at his blonde friend.
"What?" Draco said, repulsed. "You two are teaming up on me!"
"Don't be an idiot Draco" Theo hissed. "If your ancestors didn't mate with muggles or squibs or half-bloods your family would have probably been extinct like the House of Gaunt who probably kept to themselves." Theo said with a high voice then added in annoyance, yet a lower voice, "And this is why I started to find Evil overlord and his followers extremely stupid and gullible."
"You forgot to add delusional, Theo." Harry quipped.
"Yes, that as well."
"Do you even have proof of what you're saying Theodore?" Draco challenged, looking like it was unacceptable that he has muggles or half-blood ancestors, "That my family wouldn't have survived that way?"
"I wouldn't say proof," Theo said safely, "but more like a backing statement for a plausible conclusion; Biology."
"What?" Draco asked in confusion. "What in Merlin's name is that?"
"It came from the Greek words 'Bios' and 'Logia' which means 'life' and 'study of' respectively, Biology is basically the study of life. It's a type of muggle science." Harry said in a matter of fact tone. Theo rolled his eyes.
Draco frowned. "I still don't see how that is relevant." Their blonde friend said.
"Clearly." Theo said dryly. "It's not like potions boy explained it, he just told you what it means."
"He didn't ask me to explain it," Harry reasoned out, to which there was a mutter of "Whatever" coming from Theo before starting his explanation to Draco.
"You get what I mean?" Theo asked after explaining some certain terms like the homozygosis of genes, dominant, recessive, deleterious, etc., all different kinds of traits. He wanted to question how Theo knew about genetics but decided to save it for later.
"No I didn't get any of that." Draco deadpanned.
"The rare gene that possibly carries diseases or sickness would become less recessive because the two parents are closely related."
"Right, I think I get that but, everybody says that those who keep to themselves the purity of Wizarding blood are more powerful." said Draco.
"Partly that's true," Theo acknowledged, "inbreeding is, was, also done because they want the desirable traits to remain however along with the desirable traits the undesirable traits also evolve."
"Draco," Harry began, "you should know that power knows no blood, knows no country. Power sprouts everywhere. Power is like air, the patrimony of everybody, cosmopolitan like space and basically like life." The two blinked at him, then blinked again and he sighed. "Though having powerful parents or ancestors is an advantage, it does not guarantee that you will be powerful like them."
"Right...So what about the extinction you were saying?" Draco asked again, apparently he is that interested in possible extinction.
"Those...lot of inbred are more likely to show physical and health defects like reduced fertility, increased genetic disorders, loss of immune system function and other things that I can't quite remember." Theo said.
"Hang on, but those are muggles you're talking about," Draco said it as if it were a reason enough. "How can you be sure that it was what would have happened to wizards like us?"
"Whoever said I was sure?" Theo retorted. "It was just a plausible conclusion, and my guess is that effect of major inbreeding to witches and wizards are mostly insanity, you get what I mean Draco, and only a few that are actually the same as the muggle ones. And also in the house of Blacks – no ill-will intended mate, only a few actually reaches the age of 100, and that's low considering that we're wizards."
"Right, right, so how in Merlin's name do you know all that stuff?" Draco questioned, taking the words out of his mouth. "That Biology, homozygousity what not."
Theo shrugged. "There were books about it in his house, in a box under the bed." Harry remembered that those were the books that he had when he was still studying in Steward School. He didn't think that his friend would actually read his textbooks.
"Right, have you read about any family that became extinct because of inbreeding?" Theo looked up then shook his head.
"There is one that I know." Harry informed his friends. "The line of the Spanish Habsburgs became extinct due to inbreeding."
Theo blinked. "Really?" his friend asked.
Harry nodded at his friend's question. "As you know, royal families do or did inbreeding because of their desire to keep the wealth inside the family. It was pretty much like how purebloods want to keep their blood pure." he said. "Now anyway, King Charles II of Spain, the last of the Spanish Habsburgs, had extensive physical, emotional and intellectual disabilities. He's impotent hence why he doesn't have an heir even if he had two wives. He was also disfigured and his tongue was large that you can barely understand him."
Theo laughed, "Large tongue, he seemed like he was hexed."
"Hexed indeed and actually he was called 'El Hechizado' which means 'The Hexed'."
"Wicked!" Theo exclaimed. "Does he have any nicknames too?"
"Alright...Enough with Charles' nickname, what's the relationship of his parents?" Draco said impatiently.
"His parents, King Philip IV and Mariana of Austria, were Uncle and Niece and -" he was interrupted by Draco's surprised exclamation of "Uncle and Niece!? That's just...Marianna would be just like an equivalent of a daughter to him!"
"Indeed." he replied, annoyed that he was interrupted. "And also his ancestors for the last half a millennia, were, one way or another, all descendants of Joanna and Philip I of Castile."
"Major inbreeding." Theo muttered.
"So they're extinct because of inbreeding?" he nodded at his friend's enquiry. "But we're wizards, I mean if we somehow, because of inbreeding, get diseases or whatever healers can cure it!"
They looked at their blonde friend as if he had grown two heads.
"Draco, you're being purposely daft once again." Harry said snidely.
"Yeah, you sound like a bloody muggleborn!" Theo added in annoyance. "You should know that magic cannot do everything. Just because it happened to most muggles, doesn't mean it can't happen to witches and wizards. In case it has escaped your notice, Draco, magic or no magic, we're all humans!" That's where Theo and Draco's argument began. A literal exchange of 'It can't happen to magical people' and 'It can't happen to magical people' came from Draco and Theo respectively.
"Enough!" Harry snarled at his friends who were at each other's necks, figuratively and literally at each other's necks.
Draco, despite coming to the conclusion during the previous school year that there is nothing wrong with being a half-blood, muggleborn, squib or even a muggle, was still insistent that purebloods are better. Theo on the other hand, despite being a pureblood like Draco, insisted that being a pureblood does not mean and guarantee that you are way better than others.
"Argue about that topic somewhere else but right now," Harry glanced at his wristwatch then he looked at Draco and said "You should to go to your room."
"Why?" Draco asked with a glare and as soon as the blonde asked that the door opened and there stood, by the door, is the potions master. Without a word and just a glance at the Professor, Draco stood up and marched to his room.
"Lights out," The potions master said then turned on his heel and left the room.
"Oh no, you're not going straight to sleep." Theo protested when Harry buried himself under the covers. "You are going to tell me if you're related to Slytherin or not." Harry sighed, thinking better he tell him now than just let Theo pester him about it for the next few days.
While lying on his bed he relayed how he and his brother are descendants of Slytherin's second son, who seemed to be wiped off the history of the Wizarding world, through their mother. He also told him about the burnt people in the family tapestry that, Theo theorized, as people who must've committed atrocities that Slytherin does not want to recognize them and that includes the last of the elder son's line. Theo was also peeved out by the fact that he and Lars are very distant cousins of Lord Voldy Moldy, as Theo put it, another nickname for the Dark Lord.
"Bulstrode, Burke, Lestrange, and Rowle, take your pick, those are the only ones I know who has 'e' in their last names." Theo said after he had told him about the last heir of the elder son that has a letter 'T' and 'E' as the first letter of the first name and the last letter of the last name.
"No," Harry disagreed, "those are proud purebloods they will not have any second thoughts to boast about their heritage."
"Can I read your ancestor's journal? And see Slytherin's tapestry?"
"Why not? But as for the journals, do you know how to read runes?"
Theo frowned. "Err, no not really, not yet, but I would still like to borrow it."
"Very well, I'll ask my brother."
"So...Lawrence was all right with having Slytherin as one of your ancestors?" Theo asked curiously.
"Not at first...he got over it when..." he trailed off, wondering if he should tell it or not. He chose the former. "There was a memory that we saw, of our ancestor Edmund Secundus. He told his wizard brother that their father told them it doesn't matter if they're magical or not."
The following day during their class in History of Magic, Granger boldly asked Professor Binns about the Chamber of Secrets and, as usual, all the crap that Lord Slytherin was evil and left the school because he is such a bloody pureblood supremacist was mentioned and that the chamber houses a monster that will let Slytherin's heir purge the school of those who are unworthy to study magic, namely muggleborns.
"Excuse me and my brother for a moment." Harry said, dragging his brother away from his friends sometime during their free time in the afternoon.
"I don't need your presence while I'm talking to my brother, so run along now." he said to Weasley and Granger who followed them at first.
"Did you tell anybody?" he asked immediately after two thirds of the Golden Trio had left, and making sure that no one is there to see or listen to them.
"About us being heirs? No." Lars replied while vehemently shaking his head.
"Not even Granger and Weasley?" Lars shook his head negatively again, but Harry had a feeling that one of these days, he'll eventually tell the two.
"Bad, bad, bad idea," Lars said. "Do you know that your bat of a Potions Master was like...insinuating that I had something to do with that stupid cat, hell he even tried to stop me from playing Quidditch if I wasn't being honest!?" Trust his brother to care about not being able to play Quidditch.
"How 'bout you? Did you tell it to your snake friends?"
"Theo knows." he replied. "He figured it out considering he knows I'm a parselmouth, and no, Draco does not know. By the way, speaking of Theo, he's wondering if he can borrow one of Secundus' journals."
"I didn't bring any." Lars replied. "Someone might see it, and besides it's not like I can read it continuously. I'm still having problems sorting out those runes." Harry forgot that, even if his brother was interested with the journals, he was too lazy to memorize all the runes in the book that he brought.
"I'll inform him then. See you later." When he was about to leave, Lars called for him once more.
"I told them I wouldn't tell you," Lars said, looking away, "but, Ron has three suspected heirs, Macnair, Draco and...well, you."
Harry raised his eyebrow at his brother. "That moronic twit of a friend of yours does realize that if I'm an heir then so are you, right?" Lars scowled at him for referring to Weasley as a 'moronic twit'.
"Yeah I told him that...so now only Macnair and Draco are his suspects...but we both know that that is not possible. I told them that they can't be heirs but I can't even make up an excuse as to why I don't think they are!" Lying and making excuses to his friends is definitely not his brother's forte.
"Draco said that if he were the heir of Slytherin then he'll definitely boast about it," He said.
"That's what Hermione said," Lars muttered.
"And for Macnair...hmm...he wouldn't have waited until now to open it, he would've done it during his first year or second year...
"Why did he bribe the team now? Why not in his first two years?" Lars retorted. "Maybe his father just mentioned it to him just now."
"Hmm...good point, but if it were Macnair..." he paused. "But if it were him, like Draco, he would've boasted about it the moment he stepped his foot in this castle."
"Why suspect Draco but not Theo?" he questioned.
Lars just shrugged. "He likes muggles too much and he looks too cheerful to kill people."
"Looks -" his brother cut him off
"Can be deceiving...I know...I know...after all deceit is part of Slytherin house." Lars said with a roll of his eyes.
Harry smirked. "Meaning it's a part of your blood..."
Lars scowled at him. "Well anyway, Hermione and Ron are planning to break in the Slytherin common room and see if they can trick Macnair into admitting that he's the heir of Slytherin." His brother said that in a very casual way.
He narrowed his eyes at Lars. "Just how do they think they're going to do that?"
"Polyjuice Potion."
"You do know that the only book in this school that has guidelines for that book is Moste Potente Potions, right?" His brother nodded and he added "And it's in the restricted section."
"Hermione's going to get Lockhart's autograph then use it." Lars said with a laugh. "I know for sure that that fraud will sign it without a bloody hesitation." The man's stupidity and gullibility when it comes to these kinds of things such as signing things without even knowing what it is for really astounds his younger twin. Personally, if Professor Snape, who was on the Headmaster's orders, didn't warn him on lacing Lockhart's drink with veritaserum, he would've had done it and get Lockhart thrown out of the school before the end of October.
"And the ingredients?" he questioned his brother. "Where are you going to get a hold of bicorn horn and boomslang skin? You know very well that second years aren't supposed to have it, only seventh years for their N.E.W.T's."
Lars just stared blankly at him, "I...we didn't think of that." He huffed. Gryffindors rarely think about anything.
"You know you can just bug the common room or Macnair's room if you want a confession from him that he's the heir of Slytherin." he suggested. "Just put some tape recorder or whatever in his room."
"Bug?" Lars asked confusedly. "What do you mean bug?"
"Ask Granger, she knows about it."
"You mean muggle technology," Lars stated. "Electronics don't work here."
"Small things like a recorder wouldn't fluctuate much, hopefully."
"I'll ask her that..." Lars said.
"So...are you going to watch Quidditch tomorrow?" Harry rolled his eyes at the question. If his Head of House isn't going to kill him for not supporting the team, and if Lars isn't playing, he really wouldn't watch.
"Regrettably, yes." he drawled before a thought came into his mind. "Just a favor, try to knock Macnair off of his broom that would be a lovely payback since Theo and Draco prevented me from brawling him."
"You, brawling?" Lars asked incredulously with a laugh. "Really? What about your self-preservation whatnot and...and the goody, goody student who's perfect to be prefect attitude...don't get me wrong I'm pretty sure you'll hex someone on their arse if they kept on annoying you...but brawling, that's somethin' I'll pay to see."
He just shrugged. "Yes...well...he's being an utter git and he called mum a 'filthy mudblood.'" Lars' expression darkened before grinning mischievously.
"Consider it done brother."