Chapter six

Potter's revenge

Harry and Draco went up to breakfast together this time flanked by the much bigger boys Crabbe and Goyle. The two boys made Harry feel a little more comfortable he knew he could handle any problem with magic but didn't want to reveal himself the mountains of muscle would help deter most problems before they started.

Once they entered the hall he was immediately put on guard. All of his family was there and they all had smirks on their faces something was up and whatever it was it couldn't be good. He warned Draco about the impending problem he ate even less then he normally did too nervous to eat. He knew his siblings were not particularly powerful they had the wizarding world behind them.

His brooding thoughts were interrupted by the swooping sound of hundreds of owls carrying the students post. Most of the student's attention was focused on a single owl that carried a blood red envelope that was smoking at the edges. Harry's heart sunk further he knew what that envelope was and he had a pretty good idea of who it was meant for.

His fears were founded when the owl landed in front of him and deposited the Howler. He knew he didn't have a choice putting up a silencing charm would give him away. So he gritted his teeth and opened the letter.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE FAMILY NAME. YOU ARE HEREBY DISOWNED FROM THE POTTER LINE. ALL MONETARY POSESIONS AND TITLES REVERT BACK TO THE SECOND IN LINE. WE ARE ASHAMED THROUGHLY ASHAMED. NO CHILD OF OURS WILL BE A SLYTHERIN I AM GLAD WE GAVE YOU UP WHEN WE HAD THE CHANCE!"

The Howler finished screaming and tore itself up and incinerated on the spot. The echoes of James Potter's voice rebounding off the walls and ceiling of the Great Hall. Harry watched the expressions of glee on his families face. He didn't show a single emotion he just rose from his seat at the Slytherin table and stalked from the hall.

He followed the blue stream of magic to the defense classroom. At the last minute he decided to avoid the class for awhile. He found an empty class room he proceeded to conjure up numerous breakable things then smash them, some of the time he didn't even use his magic to smash it.

He just kept blowing stuff up until five minutes before class started. He left the empty classroom banishing the mess with a sweep of his hand. He stalked into the defense classroom and just sat there staring at the crimson blood flowing from his knuckles. He had punched several mirrors and destroyed a few china tea sets no wonder his hands bled.

Draco looked over to his small friend and saw the wounds on his hands. He made a note to himself to talk to the boy later. He knew from experience that when Harry was like this he needed time to cool off before anyone approached him. Frankly Draco was surprised Harry had even shown up for class.

Harry himself was soon regretting the decision. His hands stung and his head was pounding, the class itself was a joke. Quirrel stuttered and flinched fooling most people but Harry and Draco. They could both tell by the way his aura was pulsing that Quirrel was faking.

They could have dealt with that if Quirrel made up for it by being a good teacher. Unfortunately he was awful not telling them anything important. He also was opening fresh wounds by continuing to use Harry's surname even with the display at breakfast.

He left Defense angrier then when he entered. He felt the need to smash a few more tea sets but he didn't have time. He now had to endure his ex-mother's class.

It was just as bad as he thought. She spent the entire class singing the praises of her two children and taking as many points as possible from Slytherin.

She took points for breathing too loudly, untidy notes, and glaring. By the end of the class all of the Slytherins were glaring at the Professor. She also absolutely loved rubbing Harry's disowning in his face. She would call out to him beginning to say potter and end with sorry Mr. No-Last-name.

Rose and Diarmid were also beyond gleeful. They would deliberately get Harry in trouble. Everything those two did got blamed on Harry losing more points.

By the time the class was over Slytherin had 100 house points left and Harry had two months detention. Harry was so mad he was having trouble controlling himself, every once in a while his aura would flare. It made Draco wince and some of the other Slytherins raised their eyebrows.

They managed to make it back to their dorm before Harry completely lost it. His forest green aura with silver and gold flashes came into full view. He started yelling and the words he was yelling were not English. He started conjuring mirrors and tea sets again.

Draco watched a trifle scared as Harry lost control. He had never seen him like this. Not only was the small boy powerful he was yelling in strange hissing silibant words, if he wasn't mistaken Harry was a parselmouth. He only moved out of his trance when Harry started to punch things.

He pulled the smaller boy into a fierce hug next to him. Draco knew his Empathic capabilities worked better if he was touching the other person. He slowly fed the boy much needed comfort and calm while bleeding away the anger.

Harry slowly came out of his rage. All the energy he had expended left him weak and sleepy. He collapsed onto his bed fully clothed and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

Not ten minutes after that Severus came into their room. The monitoring charms he had on the dungeons had warned him of a massive magic explosion. He hadn't been able to get away from the staff meeting before then.

He saw that Harry was asleep and Draco was fading fast. "Are you and Harry alright?" Severus asked.

"Harry was extremely mad after his class with his ex mother. He needed to blow off some steam. When he started breaking things with his bare hands again I helped to calm him. I have never felt that much rage and hurt in a person it took a lot of my strength to bleed it out of him." Draco explained.

"Alright get some sleep I will talk to Harry about his situation tomorrow." With that Severus left the two boys alone.

Draco went over to his raven haired friend and took of his glasses and shoes. When that was done he used a charm to get the blankets to cover Harry without waking him.

When he had made sure his friend was ok he slipped into his own bed. A few minutes later both boys were dead to the mortal ream and were off into the world of dreams.

A/N sorry this chapter is so short it is mainly a transition one to get to the next bit of action.