Lol. Suddenly when I told my class about my story, reviews where, like, bang bang bang bang and now I have 7 reviews. Sad, I was thinking of taking a break. Oh well, a writer's job is never done. This is how you get an account, you click log in and then click register or new user or something.
Good news and bad news. Nobody really told me whether they wanted nice long 3000 word chapters or short 2000 word chapters, so I will just go in-between. That is the sort-of bad news.
The good news is: it's almost the holidays! Hip-hip hooray! That means I can update more often and make my shapters longer. Awesome.
Also, if you are from my school, everyone can see the reviews so it's best not to use real location and names. Just putting it out there, And also, I love all you're support. Nicknames like 'Bunny Love' and #Dalaaalooorrr or something is really funny for me. Since I know who you guys are. ;D
This story is sort of going wherever it wants to go. I have no real plan, no real plot, and I don't really care. Just some sort of hobby for me to write and upload. I mean, why restrict the audience to class and school? Why not post it? This is a great website and I absolutely love it. Back to poor Harry's miserable time at Hogwarts.
IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ! LUPIN AND TONKS DID NOT DIE! NEITHER DID DUMBLEDORE! IT IS NOT A MISTAKE!
Harry stumbled through the crowd of white and black. Spells shot everywhere, jinxs, curses and hexes, not caring who they struck as long as it was on the opposite side. Memories swam through his mind. Hermione's shriek when she realised that Lupin and Tonks were surrounded, rushing off to their rescue without even saying goodbye. That was ten minutes ago. Her mother's heart-breaking cry and a flash of green light, followed by a maniacal cackling and darkness. Sirius, and the surprised look on his face before he vanished into the veil. Fred, laughing and joking about the Deatheaters and then being buried under stone without warning. He shook his head. He needed to be positive. This wasn't the time to dwell on his losses. He had to go fight Voldemort, for Merlin's sake. He continued oushing through the mass of duelling witches and wizards- dark against light, teacher against student.
He quickly scanned the familiar grounds of Hogwarts. Where could Voldemort be? He was probably surrounded by his most trusted Death Eaters, waiting for the Boy-Who-Lived to find him. Squinting his eyes, he could make out a ring of black on top of the hill facing the Forbidden Forest. Five white figures where slowly advancing, on of them holding a shield spell then dropping it to let out a hex of their own. Harry ran towards them, knowing that the War would not end unless he fought and defeated Voldemort. He was half-way there when something crashed down onto his back.
Caught by surprise, he was sprawled underneath his attacker. Growling and cursing he twisted his head around to see who it was. The unmistakable white-blond hair gave it away. "Malfoy," he yelled, "let go of me!" He wriggled around and pointed his wand at his face. Draco just chuckled and snatched it out of his hand, holding it out of his reach.
"Powerless, now, are you, Potter?" He smirked.
He was wrong. During the time he spent with Hermione, he felt a pang of sadness, she had taught him how to use wandless magic. Though he really only knew two spells, one of them would be extremely useful in situations like this. He frowned at the face that had made his life in Hogwarts bad in the past 5 years. He felt the hatred boiling inside him, before he had to let it out. "Imperio!" He shouted. Startled, the young Death Eater on top of him was hit with the spell and immediately relaxed his grip on Harry's wand. Feeling guilty as well as pleasantly surprised, Harry grabbed his wand and scrambled to his feet.
Fight the Dark Side, he ordered Draco with his thoughts.
Let go of me... His reply was quiet, almost as if he had quickly thought it through the mindless bliss of the Imperious curse.
Harry felt immensely guilty. He knew how hard it was to fight the Imperious, and even though he was the enemy, Harry let go of the spell. He knew that Draco would be in a lot of pain, and he slipped into the crowd before Draco could regain his senses. He headed towards the hill again, and he saw the crumpled form of a Death Eater on it. The other Aurors where duelling the Death Eaters. They were fighting fiercely, obeying their master's orders. Voldemort was nowhere to be seen. Confused and frustrated, Harry whirled around to find himself face to face with Nagini. Her tongue flicked in and out, and she lunged, fangs bared. Harry braced himself to feel the venomous poison seep into his veins. He had failed. The Light would surely be defeated now...
A gleaming silver arc caught his attention. Harry stared at his savior with wide eyes. What came into view was even more surprising. Black robes and grey eyes, it was Draco Malfoy.
"Why did you do that?" He spluttered. He received no response.
Harry woke with a start. He groaned and flipped over. Nightmares haunted his dreams every single day since the War. He needed some dreamless potion if he wanted to have any sleep tonight. He blinked open his eyes. What he saw startled him. The unfamiliar cream carpet and charmed walls (they showed the weather outside) was not what he had expected to see. Oh wait... That's right. He was sleeping in his new room- in a shared mini apartment in Hogwarts with Draco Malfoy. Oh great, he thought. He constantly wondered if he also had those puzzling dreams. Sighing, Harry sat up. The pale sky streaked with pink and orange suggested that it was dawn. He was always an early riser, he supposed.
Yawning, he stretched and rubbed his eyes. He quickly reached for his glasses, and, finding them beside his pillow (thank Merlin he hadn't rolled over and crushed them) placed them on. Immediately the room came into focus- oak walk-in wardrobe, matching oak bed and a smooth oak door leading out to the main room. Harry sat up, throwing the covers off and heading into the bathroom. After he had brushed his teeth (he preferred to brush it than use a Scourgify) and combed his hair twenty times to no avail, he decided to get dressed. Picking out comfortable muggle clothing to wear underneath his robes he put them on and slipped his wand into his sleeve. He crept cautiously over to the door and warily reached toward the door handle. There was no knowing what Malfoy would do, and he bet that a nasty hex or jinx would come flying at him. Wand at the ready, he wrenched the door open.
A flash of light shot toward him and he quickly erected a shield. The 'Protego' was barely out of his mouth before the spell hit. Small electric shocks ran over the shield. It was a stinging hex, and Harry shuddered. Malfoy's spells where powerful, and if he hadn't put all his stregnth into that shield it would have shattered. Smiling despite himself, he wandered around his shared sitting room with Malfoy. Malfoy should have expected him to be ready for some nasty trick like that. He plopped down on a red couch with gold patterns and looked around. A Slytherin colored green couch with silver patterns mirrored the one he was sitting on. There where two study desks on opposite sides of the room, made out of oak yet again. The chairs where also oak, but plump cushions (one red and one green) where magicaly fixed onto the chairs, almost as if deciding for him and Malfoy where they where going to sit. Malfoy wouldn't be caught dead sitting or wearing anything with red on it. Almost as if the color held a deadly Gryffindor disease or something. Furry carpet that changed color around the person who stood on it to match the person's emotions contrasted the leafy forest walls- green against light grey.
Harry looked down at where his feet touched the carpet. A glowing outline of yellow surrounded them, meaning he was happy. A few spots of white indicated that he was also bored. He sighed and cast a time spell. It was around 5 o'clock. Way too early to get ready for classes, yet way too late to go back to sleep. He sighed again and decided to have a walk around the school. It was, after all, his last year here, so why not?
Pulling on his invisibility cloak, he left the shared room and closed the door quietly behind him.
...
By the time he got back it was almost time for breakfast. Who knew time could pass so quickly? Sliding the cloak down his shoulders and folding it into a neat pile, he tried to wake the dragon up.
"Hello? Claw? Are you awake? I need to get back in now!"
No response. Harry tried again a bit louder.
"Claw! Wake up, please! I need to go in!"
His tail flicked to show he had heard Harry before he opened one eye.
"Password?"
"Dragon Emerald."
The dragon twisted the gem in between his claws and the door swung open. Before Harry could thank him, however, he settled back down and curled up again to sleep. Shaking his head slightly at how much the dragon's behavior suited Ron, he walked in. Evidently Malfoy was awake by now, as the door to the bathroom was locked and the shower was running. Taking this opportunity to quickly gather his books before Malfoy came out, he stuffed it quickly into his bag. He had begun to go back out before he realised something was missing. Where was his quill? He muttered a string of curses as he looked under his bed. Nope, not there. He searched all around his room, emptied out his bag and prayed desperately that he had left it on his desk. But still, no quill. Frowning in concentration, he didn't notice the door opening until Malfoy spoke.
"What are you doing, Potter? You're messing up the whole room. Don't forget it's also mine, you know." He drawled.
Slightly startled, Harry calmed himself down before facing his enemy. "Why do you care, Malfoy? It really is none of your business." He snapped.
"A bit touchy today aren't you, Potter? What's wrong?" He mimicked Hermione's voice. "Do you need any help, Harry?"
Harry felt himself growing slightly angrier. "Sod off. We're going to miss breakfast if we start an argument right now."
"Well you're the one who's got parchment and books spilled all over the floor. In this case, you're the one who's going to be late." Malfoy strode into his room and began putting his Slytherin uniform on.
"If you're so concerned, Draco, I am just looking for my quill." Harry shot back. Malfoy turned around with a slight smirk on his face. "You took it, didn't you? Give it back!"
Malfoy waved him off carelessly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
A single look at the clock told Harry that he was already late. "Just give it back, Malfoy. You would've thought that after the war some people might've changed, with their father in Azkaban and all!" He immediately knew that was a sore spot when Malfoy's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Well at least I have a father. I'm surprised you're not off partying with the Mudblood and Weasel."
"Go to hell, Malfoy." He spat.
Malfoy glared at him. "Already there, thanks, Potter."
And that was the last straw. Harry felt his frustration and anger bubble up before it spilled over. Snarling, he aimed a punch at Malfoy's face, hearing a satisfying snap when his nose broke. Surprised and infuriated he leapt at Harry, not caring when they both ended up on the floor. He began pummelling Harry's stomach, raising his fist to break his nose too. Feeling winded Harry rolled to the side and kicked with all his might. Unfortunately, he did not expect Malfoy to crash into one of the heavy chairs. Unbalanced, it toppled over and crushed Harry's wrist. They were in an awkward position. Harry was squashed between the chair and the wall, with Malfoy possibly knocked out cold. He barely registered Hermione and Ron bursting in with McGonnagall, hardly noticed the alarming amount of blood pouring out of Malfoy's nose, didn't really care about the throbbing pain in his arm and stomach. He only had one thought in his mind.
What a great start to the year.
I really apologize for this delay, I know it is the holidays, but I didn't have any internet since we moved into the apartment, so ever since I've been visiting my old house every few days or so. I'm so sorry, but do know that I will never abandon this story.
I didn't originally plan having a fight, but since Goanna my genious friend suggested it, how could I resist? I don't really have a plot for this. It's just seing where it will go. But there's only one week left in the holidays! Nooooo...
Bye for now... And remember, Reviews + Encouragement= More Chapters and Happiness. I would kindly take on suggestions for spell names. Have you noticed I've just translated into Latin? Lol. Bye!