Harry woke up sighting the brightly lit infirmary. He tried to move his hand but something or rather someone was on top of it. When he moved it a little bit more, the weight was lifted off his hand.
"Oh, sorry!" A girl's voice said sheepishly. Harry rubbed his eyes a bit with his free hand and, when it focused, he saw that it was Daphne.
Harry looked oddly at the girl, wondering why she was there in the infirmary. He was about to question her when he heard a woman's voice saying "Ah Mr. Evandrus, finally awake I see." He turned his head to see Madame Pomfrey making her way towards their direction. The matron knelt by the bedside table and took two phials of potion.
"Drink these," Madame Pomfrey ordered, handing him the potions. Harry made a slight look of disgust. As much as he liked brewing potion, he rarely liked drinking them. More often than not, they would taste very awfully.
"I made these," he blurted out when he saw his signature, H.S. Evandrus, on the label of the bottle, just below the name of the potion.
"Yes you did, now you have to drink it." Madame Pomfrey said in a matter-of-fact tone. He took a deep breath and drank each of the potions in one go.
"May I have some water?" Madame Pomfrey then served him a glass of water.
"You are to stay until tomorrow and then you may leave." Before he could voice out his protest, Madame Pomfrey left for her office.
Daphne laughed softly beside him. "Don't argue with Madame Pomfrey," she said teasingly.
Ignoring the tease, he raised an eyebrow at her and asked "don't you have classes?"
Daphne stopped laughing and just smiled at him. "The classes are cancelled for the rest of the school year," she informed him. "Not only that, but also the exams. The Professors just gave us our homework and after that, we're free."
He wondered if something happened for the teachers to cancel all the classes.
"Professor Dumbledore said that it was a school treat that he cancelled the classes and the exams," she added as if she'd read his mind.
"I see," he drawled as his thoughts drifted off to his brother. "Do you know where my brother is?"
"No but he's fine, if that's what you're worried about," Daphne said to him. "You're the only one who got stuck in this infirmary." That's a relief, Harry thought. He needed to talk to his brother anyhow.
"Ah well, what are you doing here then Daphne?"
"I didn't think that being unconscious for 2 days has addled your brain," she said drily. "I'm here for a visit, silly!" He frowned when Daphne called him silly. He was not, by all means, silly.
"And a sleep as well?" he asked, raising his eyebrow once more.
Daphne crossed her arms. "I wasn't sleeping," she said with a pout. "I just laid my head by your hand. I wasn't sleeping."
"Yes, you weren't asleep," he said drily but with a smile.
"You should smile more often," Daphne told him out of the blue. "It looks good on you, and besides you'll look old at a young age if you're always frowning."
"I do not always frown," he disagreed. "I'm just...straight-faced."
"Half-frown then," Daphne corrected. "Ok, look my point is you should look bright and cheerful not dark and gloomy."
"It scares away people," she added.
"Apparently it's not enough considering that you're talking to me," he pointed out.
"You don't like having friends do you?" Daphne asked him, having quite a serious tone.
"It has its merits," he replied with a shrug but the look that he saw on Daphne's face clearly told him that she was not satisfied with the answer he gave. "Alright, I admit that I'm not entirely used to it and I'd be lying if I say that I don't like it."
"Ok, so are we friends?" Daphne asked.
Harry smiled, brighter this time. "I think you know the answer to that." Daphne gave him a smile again.
"Although," he continued after their handshake that Daphne smiled at, "I don't think your roommate is going to be too fond of the idea that you are friends with me. I have heard from Draco that she's been nagging him about associating with mudbloods and bloodtraitors." Harry didn't miss the look of surprise that Daphne had on her face when he said the 'm' word very casually.
"Oh, don't mind Pansy," she said dismissively, waving her hand. "She'll get used to the idea." Pansy, he repeated the name in his mind. What a shame. Her name was that of a flower that meant thoughtful and caring yet Parkinson exhibited nothing but the opposite.
They were both silent for a moment until Harry spoke once more.
"Does...anyone know what happened?" he asked quietly. "I mean, why there's a celebration all of a sudden?"
"Professor Dumbledore only told us that everything has been taken care of," she said. "There are rumours circling around though, that Lars and you fought the heir and Slytherin's monster."
"Technically, I only dealt with the…heir." Harry was still unsettled in referring to Tom Riddle as an heir of Slytherin. The moron didn't deserve being a descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin. "Lars dealt with the monster."
"What was the monster?"
"A basilisk, apparently," he told her.
"But…it didn't kill anyone," she said, evidently confused. Harry thought about that as well and he had only formed an answer when they found out that they could look at the basilisk's eyes without dying. Clearly, there was a way of going around the dying thing from its gaze. And one of those was reflection. The victims were petrified instead of killed because they didn't actually see the basilisk's eyes. They had all seen it through a medium. Colin saw it through his camera's lens, Finch-Fletchley saw it through Sir Nicholas, and Granger and Clearwater saw it through the mirror.
"I have an idea," he told her, informing her afterwards of what he'd thought of, bar the part that he was able to see the basilisk's eyes without dying.
"What you did was very dangerous," she said about the chamber incident. "It's a wonder you two are still alive." Despite the strict tone she had in her voice, she also sounded impressed.
"As you could probably see, my brother is very hard to kill," he said amusedly. "More so when it's Voldemort." Harry appreciated the fact that Daphne didn't so much as flinch at the mention of the Dark Lord's name. It was rare that people wouldn't react with some unusual body language when the Dark Lord's name had been mentioned.
"Well Prince Charming, I should leave you to rest now." Daphne said, standing up after a few minutes of chatting. She informed him how Draco and Theo visited when they found out what had happened and then had gotten kicked out by Madame Pomfrey for being noisy inside the infirmary. Harry actually smiled a bit when Daphne told him that.
"Thank you," he said hurriedly before Daphne can exit the infirmary. "For uhm, for visiting, I mean. Yes, thank you for visiting."
"You're welcome," she replied with a smile before leaving.
Harry scowled when a loud wolf-whistle echoed in the infirmary as soon she left. He glanced around for the source of the sound but he saw no one was there. He closed his eyes and focused his feelings on his surroundings. He could hear someone breathing, and feel a few footsteps in close proximity to him. The footsteps suddenly became louder and they were headed near the door. He opened his eyes and stared at the door of the infirmary, and then it closed with a bang along with an exclamation of "Merlin's arse!" from a voice that sounded like his brother's.
"Lawrence, reveal your nosey self this instant!" he commanded and a minute later Lars removed the cloak to reveal himself along with Draco and Theo beneath it.
"Uhmmm...hi Harry?" Lars began nervously with a chuckle. He raised an eyebrow at them and Lars suddenly blurted out "It was Theo's idea!"
"Yeah it was but I never told you to actually do it," Theo retorted.
"Alright, what's the deal?" he said. "Why are you three here?"
"Actually I just wanted to visit you." Lars explained, "And then I saw that you were talking to Greengrass and then I ran back, bumped into Theo and Draco who were, by the way, headed here as well and then Theo said that I should get the cloak and we'll...see how you are."
"You mean spy on me." He translated what his brother meant by 'see how you are'. "When did you arrive?"
"With the cloak on? Just about five minutes before Greengrass left," his brother replied. "I didn't know you two are friends."
"So you chose to eavesdrop," he responded drily. "Did you have something to tell me?"
"No," Theo replied. "We just wanted to see if you're awake. You've been here for -"
"Two days," he interjected. "I'm aware of that fact and you might be interested to know that I'm staying until tomorrow."
"Oh tough luck brother." Lars said sympathetically with a shake of his head. "Well by the way, when you get released from the infirmary, Dumbledore wants to speak to you."
"What about?" he questioned with small glower, wondering why the old wizard would want to speak to him. His brother shrugged in ignorance.
"Professor Snape also wants to talk to you." Draco, who was the only one who didn't tease him about Greengrass, added with a smirk. "You're dead, mate. You'll be spending your whole life in detention for this stunt."
"Really?" he drawled with a smirk of his own. "You'll have the same fate as I when I tell the Professor that you were the one who planted those dungbombs in his classroom and not the Weasley twins."
"Hey!" Draco protested with a horrified look. "Theo and your brother were also in it."
"Yeah, but I'm telling him that you're the only one," he retorted.
"Uncle Severus won't believe you," Draco said confidently, crossing his arms.
"It is my word against yours, Draco," he said, the smirk still on his face. "Who do you think will they believe? I, his apprentice and the student who doesn't get into trouble unless he gets pulled into it, the model student basically, or you, his Godson but is known to have a bit of mischief himself and hangs out with a couple of mischief makers."
"Alright, I give," Draco conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Right then, so are you fine now?"
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine." he replied.
"So since you are, can we have some of those sweets?" Theo asked.
Harry furrowed his brow in confusion. "What sweets?" he questioned and the three pointed at the load of sweets that on the other table. He blinked twice. "You mean those are for me?" The three nodded. He paid no attention to the load of sweets earlier when he saw it. Not for one millisecond did the thought that it was all for him crossed his mind. As far as he knew, only a few people in the school really liked him. And he could count those people with his fingers.
Lars walked towards the sweets and took one card.
"Dear Harry," Lars began, his eyes scanning the letter before frowning. "Thank you and I'm sorry?" That was an incredibly short letter. 'Thank you and I'm sorry.' Why the hell would someone send him a note of gratitude and apology?
"No signature?" Draco questioned and Lars replied that there was none. "Well, someone's got a crush on our boy genius then."
When he gave a nod to the trio, they helped themselves with the sweets, occasionally fighting for a frog card for their personal collection. He didn't have the energy to argue with them even if he wanted to. He also needed those cards for Ethan's collection.
"By the way, I've been meaning to ask," he began, "How is it that Lockhart was with you?"
His brother smiled slyly, "Blackmail, brother." his brother said. "We had the idea that he's going to flee. We were there when they were talking about who got taken in the chamber. So we followed him, and told him that if he doesn't go to the chamber with us to help Ginny, we'll take him to the aurors. He drew his wand, but we drew ours first so, basically he didn't have a choice."
"So, basically, you kidnapped him." he translated. "That was kidnapping."
"Whatever, alright," his brother said, rolling his eyes. "And besides, Karma has got him, he tried to obliviate us but he used Ron's wand and it backfired on him."
"Such a waste of talent, Lockhart is." Harry mused out loud and the three looked at him oddly so he explained that Lockhart likely possesses some of talent when it comes to inventing spells. Impromptu spells, so to speak Unfortunately, Lockhart concentrated on being a fraud rather than honing his talents.
"Can you two leave us for a moment?" Harry asked Theo and Draco. It really was more of an order than a request really but still, the two had the gall to bargain that they would only leave on the condition that they take some sweets with them.
"I told you so," he said to his younger twin as soon as Theo and Draco left.
"What?"
"That it'd be better if we had disposed of her weeks ago," he clarified for his brother.
"Harry, we are not having this conversation," Lars said, looking wary. "It's over and done with...just...just let it be."
Harry slightly shook his head. "Alright," he drawled with a mocking sigh, "I'll let it be but answer my questions; why the hell did you not tell me that you already know where the chamber, is? Why the hell did you not tell me that the girl died in a bathroom? To sum it up, why did you not tell me everything that we needed to know about that chamber even when I already warned you that you'll regret it?"
Lars faced him again. "Because I don't want you getting involved again, okay?" His brother's tone seemed like it was close to yelling. "I know that I didn't ask you to go with us last year but I know that you tried to stop us, and that you followed us and that you risked your life there because of me." Harry didn't say anything. His brother had gotten it spot on.
"You'll probably deny it but I know that it's that, and this year..." Lars paused to sigh. "Look I just can't take that something...unpleasant will happen to you and...and it will be because of me and my bullheadedness."
"Lawrence, that's a touching sentiment really." What he said did come out a bit dry but he did nothing to change it. "But not you or anyone is going to override any decision of mine that I vehemently think as the better thing to do."
At Lars' nod, he continued. "Now, first of all, don't ever try to keep me from harm's way again. Need I remind you that I'm older and that I don't care about this boy-who-lived thing? Second of all, I can perfectly fend for myself, so I don't need you protecting me. And third of all, will you please bloody relieve yourself of this superman complex?!" Lars' response to him was continuous blinks.
"You're not superman, hell you're not even close to being one so stop with this nonsense that you think you have to save everyone who's in trouble!"
"But Ginny, she –she could've died, Harry."
Harry nodded. "She could've," he agreed. "But tell me this Lawrence, could you have saved her and yourself in that chamber?"
"I –I don't know."
Harry tilted his head to the side, smirked and looked patronisingly at his brother. "Oh I think you do," he drawled.
Lars sighed deeply. "No, I don't think I could have done that without you arriving."
"There you go, some sense in your mind, finally." Harry mock-applauded his brother. "You're a very talented wizard, brother, I'm very sure of that. You'll be known for your magical prowess one day," he paused before continuing drily, "If you manage not to die that is."
"But you are not," he continued firmly, "I repeat not, invincible and you don't have the power to save everybody. You can't save everybody, Lawrence. You'll only end up disappointing yourself if you keep on trying it."
"I understand." Harry just hummed in response at what his brother had said. What he said was in vain. It didn't go on deaf ears but just that, it was in vain. He knew that no matter what would happen, his brother would always want to help people even if the price to pay would be his own life.
The morning that he got released from the infirmary, he found himself in the Headmaster's office. The Headmaster was not yet there with him, so he patiently waited for the old man whilst seated on the chair in front of the table. It was a few more minutes later when the old wizard arrived.
"Ah, Harry," Professor Dumbledore began, "I trust you are well enough this fine day."
"Yes, I'm fine, Sir." That was nearly the hundredth time he had told somebody that he was fine. People who ran into him also asked the same question, or stated the same statement.
"What do you need me for, Sir?" he asked, feeling impatient already.
"I want your side of the story in the chamber," Professor Dumbledore said. "I cannot, for the life of me, fathom why you fainted, dear boy."
"I'd gotten exhausted, drained of my magic," he said with a shrug. "What do you expect?"
"Why did you scream?"
"I was hurt," he replied simply. "Doesn't one normally react like that when they are?" Really, Harry can't understand what the old wizard was trying to say. Then again, not exactly everyone was as off his rockers as the Headmaster to understand it as well.
"I had Madame Pomfrey check you thrice for any injuries," stated Professor Dumbledore. "You have no injuries whatsoever. I reviewed your brother's memories. What precisely happened?"
"We were duelling, Riddle and I," he said to the headmaster, "and then he broke the connection and something happened…I don't know what, but something happened. I felt pain that I've rarely felt before. It was like….like ripping me apart," he lightly tapped his head, "In my head…like my head's getting ripped in half." He didn't really remember any of the details except that the pain felt like it was tearing him apart. It was an oddly familiar feeling.
"I see." Professor Dumbledore said in almost a whisper. "On to another matter of why I called you here." Professor Dumbledore opened a locker beneath the table and pulled out a letter and handed it to him. "I would like you to deliver that to him. You still have things to retrieve before transferring to Flamel Castle, am I correct?"
"Yes," he drawled, staring blankly at the missive which was addressed to some late bloomer muggleborn wizard. "But that doesn't mean you can use me as an express." he added irritably. "I'm a student, why not get a teacher to give this to him, there's another wizard there for crying out loud! You could've just had the two delivered at the same time!"
"On the contrary Harry," Professor Dumbleore replied, beaming, "you are my Potions Master's apprentice, and indirect employee of the school. Additionally, you are a descendant of Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor. By virtue of blood, you are a representative of the school. That does count for something, doesn't it? A responsibility as one of the last heirs to get-"
"Fine, fine..." he interrupted the meddling old man. "I'll give it to that fat git."
"Deliver it to him, teach him and give him instructions, Harold, not threats," Professor Dumbledore said a bit austerely, peering at him over his half-moon spectacles.
"Now, where would be the fun in that, Headmaster?" he questioned with a smirk. Professor Dumbledore responded by raising an eyebrow at him.
Harry just shrugged. "Oh well, I shall do as you say, Sir," he said. Threats were relative anyway. What may be considered a threat by the Headmaster would just be a warning by Harry's standard.
"I'll do as you say, but you have to do me a favour." Harry had thought it better to be polite and ask if the Headmaster could do him a favour. But since the Headmaster didn't give him a choice, he made a demand as opposed to a request.
"As long as it doesn't include expelling that student after just a year, then yes I would," Professor Dumbledore wryly replied.
Harry actually smirked. "I get to go to the chamber as I please," he declared. "No one's to be there without me knowing, no one's to touch anything there except me and the people I allow."
"On your word that you will not be doing any dangerous experiments that will endanger others and yourself, my boy," bargained Professor Dumbledore, peering over at him again.
"I'm not suicidal, thank you very much," he replied sarcastically.
"Your word, Harry," said the old wizard austerely.
"Fine," he conceded immediately. He didn't like it when the old man would get serious. "You have my word not to do very dangerous experiments without supervision."
"Good lad."
"Yeah whatever," he muttered. "Hey by the by, how on earth did the people outside the school get a hold that I invented a new potion?" A letter was delivered to him before he went to the headmaster's office. He was surprised to learn that it was from Potions Monthly and that they decided to honour him by featuring his invention.
"Ah, yes you received a letter." Professor Dumbledore was nodding his head. "A certain pureblood had something to do about that." Harry furrowed his brow in confusion. "The book was of real service, wasn't it Harry?" Harry huffed. Of course, Mr. Malfoy, who else?
"Yes, it was," he drawled. "Now I'm, quoting the letter from Potions Monthly, being respectfully asked to share my knowledge with regards to how I created the draught. And, of course, translation of that was, share your secrets."
"You need to have it patented to you, my boy."
"Naturally, yes," he answered. "I'll have it patented to me before I give any information to that magazine."
Harry clasped his hands then stood up in front of the Headmaster's table. "So, can I go now?"
The Headmaster lightly peered through him above that moon shaped spectacles before finally saying "You may go." Harry placed the Hogwarts acceptance letter inside his robes, not bothering if it'll get creased a bit. He bowed towards the Headmaster and then left the room.
"Stressed, dear bossman?" he heard Seraphim say from the ground. Harry knelt down and let the snake slither on his arm, going invisible again.
"Oh not really, Seraphim," he replied blandly, standing up once more. "I've been promoted to a mere express."
"An….expresss?" Seraphim questioned as they walked through the halls and headed to the potions master's office.
"Yes….you know…..an express…..like a….hmm….a messenger."
When they reached the door of the potions master's office, Harry let loose Seraphim on the ground
"You stay the hell out of trouble," he instructed austerely.
"Yeah ok, boss." Harry rolled his eyes at the snake's response and then knocked on the door.
"Enter!" said Professor Snape's voice.
"Good afternoon, Sir," he greeted as he entered, inclining his head. Professor Snape greeted him as well and then told him to have a seat, which he did.
"Now," Professor Snape began, "I suggest you start explaining this idiocy."
Harry blinked at his Professor's very direct statement. "Idiocy?" he repeated incredulously, a mixture of anger and annoyance starting to bubble inside him. "You think helping my brother is plain idiocy?"
"I neither said nor implied that," Professor Snape retorted. "What I mean is with this not going to the teachers for help. Mr. Nott said that you didn't return to your quarters that night, which led me to think that you went straight to where your brother's at after I explicitly told you to go back to the common room."
"Sir, look. If I can, I will ask help from the teachers," he explained. "Just like what I said last year, there was no time. Who knows what could've happened had I arrived there when it's already too late."
"Mr. Evandrus, going there all on your own is plain stupidity!" Professor Snape snapped, slamming a hand on the table, which made him flinch for a little bit. "Tell me this, what if Riddle and this basilisk weren't the only ones inside that chamber, what then? Not only your brother and Ms. Weasley but also yourself could've been killed! You're a Slytherin not a Gryffindor. I suggest you start thinking like one."
"What? Save my own backside and just leave my brother to handle it all on his own?" he said, his voice rising in disbelief.
"No, you were supposed to call for some other people!" Professor Snape said, voice still cool despite the slightly raised tone. "There are plenty of Professors in this Castle, myself among them. You could have, in fact you should have called for at least one of us!"
"Call you!?" he asked, voice far louder than normal. "You were finishing my draught! It's dangerous to be left alone especially with the formula that I created! And who else? I can't possibly call McGonagall who is on the other side of this castle!"
"You will calm down this instant," Professor Snape said austerely, looking at him pointedly. He glared at his Professor but broke it off immediately when he told himself that it would do neither of them good to lose any temper more than they already have.
"I'm not going to apologise for what I did for I'm not, in anyway, apologetic." His voice was toned down but still firm. "I don't regret that I followed my brother. I'm glad that I did. He wouldn't have had a chance with Riddle and the Basilisk at the same time."
Professor Snape sighed deeply. "I understand that you did it for your brother and nothing else, Mr. Evandrus." said the Professor. "But nonetheless, you should face the consequences of your actions, for breaking the school rules and for placing in danger for the second time." Harry subtly rolled his eyes and refrained himself from saying You could've just gotten to the point from the start to his professor, knowing that it pretty much won't make his life easier.
"You are to be punished for this," Professor Snape stated.
"Fine, what is my punishment?" he said with a devil-may-care attitude that he would rarely show to his elders.
Professor Snape evidently got more irked by that even if the only sign was the instinctual rising of a right eyebrow. "As of the moment," began the professor, "I, Severus Snape, postpone the apprentice training -" the man raised a hand to prevent him from interrupting, "of you, Harold Evandrus. And you will also submit to me a thousand lines of 'I will not put myself in harm's way' to be submitted on the next academic year.'" He heard but didn't truly comprehend the second punishment. His world stopped the moment Professor Snape said and did the first. He wanted to say something, a protest, a vehement one, but he couldn't speak for he was just too overwhelmed at what had happened, at what his Professor had done.
"You will still be my assistant in classes," Professor Snape informed him, "but you won't be able to brew freely as I have promised before. Your formal mastery shall resume on your fourth year but you will be required to take your potions the same pace as your classmates', not ahead." Harry was silently fuming on the inside even if his face was nothing but neutral.
"If I hadn't postponed this," Professor Snape continued, "you would have been eligible to take the Master's exam at the end of your fourth year." Harry was feeling bad at about everything that his Professor was saying. His mastery had been postponed. Postponed! For crying out loud! And the stupid part was that it was his punishment for helping his brother, for helping save the school from a psychotic heir.
"If I had not expressed it more plainly for you, the reason for this punishment is for you to realize that your life should not be taken for granted." Professor Snape said sternly as if he'd read his mind. "If you are just going to risk your life then I highly suggest that you do not pursue this mastery." Coldly, the potions master added, "The world has no use for talented people who are already in their grave."
"Would that be all, Sir?" Harry asked through gritted teeth once the Professor stopped speaking. When a look of hesitance flashed through his teacher's face, he abruptly stood up and left the office, not bothering to excuse himself. He took the long way back to the common room again. He needed to think.
This was his dream! Harry wanted to yell. And now, because of what he did, he had lost it. He shook the thought out of his mind, all wasn't lost. The apprenticeship was just postponed for a year, not entirely stopped. He'd take his O.W.L and then he would be back to being the potion master's apprentice the year after that, and then his N.E.W.T and then his master's exam. It wasn't cancelled so it was fine, right? Harry shook his head violently. Blast him to hell, he thought angrily.Snape's postponement of his apprenticeship would stop him. The chamber was his to use. He had his own lab even, in two continents. He didn't need some stupid organisation's approval for him to consider himself an expert potioneer.
In a hallway on the path to the common room, Harry found himself being cornered by a group of three older Slytherins: Macnair's group. They had their wands drawn, looking very ready to attack. This made Harry sneer.
"Well, what do you want?" Harry questioned the group tersely. He had neither the time nor the patience to deal with the three idiots. He was feeling far too dejected at the moment to be in an argument with somebody, especially with the likes of Macnair.
"A wizard's duel." He raised an eyebrow at Macnair's statement. "I'm challenging you to a wizard's duel, a payback for the humiliation that you gave me last December. A payback that is long overdue." A coward, that's what Macnair was, deciding to challenge him to a duel when he had just been discharged from the infirmary.
"I'd thank you not to include in me in your stupidity, Macnair." Harry said coolly after a brief look of disbelief. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of things to do." Harry then walked away, past Macnair's group, and then suddenly, there was a yell of "Expelliarmus!" that sounded like Lars' voice.
Harry turned around to see that there were others there, Lars, Theo, Draco and, surprisingly, Creevey. He raised an eyebrow at them, took a look at Macnair and his group before walking away.
"Hey Harry wait up!" They incessantly yelled after him but he just kept on walking.
"Bossman, bossman, why'd you leave me?" he turned his head, still walking, to see Seraphim slithering towards him, closely followed by the quartet.
"Harry, wait!" Lars said, stopping him by placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I told you that I can handle myself, Lawrence." he said succinctly, shrugging the hand off of his shoulder rather forcefully. "Come Seraphim." he walked off, only to find himself held back by the three.
"What the bloody hell's your problem?" Lars demanded. "Just yesterday you were all good with us and now you're being like...like..." Lars made some hand gestures, "like that!"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "That...is none of your business. It's no business of you three, now if you'll excuse me I have better things to do than be interrogated by three nosey moronic bastards." He shrugged off both his arms away from Theo and Draco.
Regally, he straightened his clothing and glared at the three. "Manhandle me again and I'll make sure that you'll regret it," he threatened before stalking off with Seraphim. This time, the quartet no longer followed him.