Disclaimer: Yet again, not mine.
A wand flew straight into the crowd of Hufflepuffs, making their hearts beat faster than what they already were. The whole school seemed paralysed in their spots, in awe at the magic they had just witnessed.
Obviously, one person was not as excited by the duelling trick.
With gelled blonde hair, watery blue eyes and weasel-like face, the angry expression on the boy's face would have almost seemed funny like a small child having a tantrum, that is if it were not for the two, large boys standing behind with their wands pointed out.
'Why don't you just run to your daddy,' a girl with bushy and large front teeth approached him, stirring up her courage. Trying to seem confident in herself, she shook her head as if she were a teacher disapproving of a student's behaviour.
'Shut up, you filthy mudblood,' the blonde boy responded snidely. His two mates snickered behind him as the rest of the group, the James Potter lookalike and a redhead boy with hand-me-down robes turned beet red with anger. Flustered, the bushy hair girl walked back to behind her friends, knowing that her arguing against him would be useless.
The redhead, on the other hand, was not as cool headed as his friend.
'You have no right to say that, Malfoy,' he spat out the name which stirred up all the students onlooking the event. 'Apologise to her now or you'll feel sorry that you didn't,' he said, pointing his wand at the blonde boy, Malfoy's chest.
Malfoy had the nerve to laugh.
'What are you going to do, throw up slugs again?' he mocked, making his two mates snicker.
'It would be a better sight than you,' the if-he-were-a-third-year-with-emerald-green-eyes James spoke, eyeing down the boy in front of him.
'Don't be so arrogant, Potter,' Malfoy spat. This time, the observing students broke out into full conversations.
'So this guy's a Potter!' 'Could it be his, son?' 'Probably!' and on and the prattle continued. It all ceased when the Malfoy spoke, it seemed that he was into dramatic pauses.
'Since you have no body to run to Potter, do ya?' he only aroused the anger inside the three standing united in front of him and confused the others further. 'Where's your mummy and daddy, Potter? Are they dead? Are your mummy and daddy dead?' he taunted.
Complete and utter silence came to the hall and the James-look-a-like lunged forward.
Caught by the arms of his friends, he glared at the boy with such intensity that it could probably breathe fear into Voldemort. He muttered something underneath his breath causing Malfoy and his mates to freeze up and fall to the floor.
The hall of students sat bewildered at the boy's immense power, a Potter or not, he was powerful.
'Harry Potter,' a stern voice echoed from the entrance hall. There, there stood a man a big black cloak with greasy black hair and a pointed nose.
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