Okay, obviously, I tackled the little prick. I mean, c'mon, how could you expect me not to?

As I tackled that little monster, we landed on a bookcase which then landed on another book case which so fortunately landed on another… eh, you get the point. Eventually the last book case almost toppled a professor before we heard a spell be cast.

As this was going on, I grabbed the camera from the boy and threw it on the ground. He was yelling at me but I stomped didn't pay attention to him and stomped on the camera. It pretty much shattered but I kept on going at it. A moment later, I realized that magic could restore the camera and without thinking, pulled out my wand.

"Obliterate!"

KA-BOOM!

Smoke was engulfing the entire library. A part of me was screaming for me to run and hide while a sinister voice in my head told me to inspect my handy work. I didn't know what to do so I ended up standing there when the smoke cleared.

"What in Dumbledor's name is going on here?" bellowed a woman's voice.

I looked up from the black stain on the floor to find myself looking at the Headmistress, Professor McGonagall. Her white hair was tied neatly in a bun and, I had to admit, looked pretty cool walking through the smoke (like the Emperor in "Mulan").

"Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Potter!"

I looked down and saw the wide eyes on the boy's face. There was fear and… admiration?

Of course- something was blown up so he had to be excited about that.

Wait, Potter?

"Ms. Adromeda! My office, now."

In Professor McGonagall's office…

After we each told her our side of the story, she became quiet. Then she told us that our punishment was in the hands of the librarian, Professor Dunfore. We were assigned to clean up the library by hand for a week.

As we turned to leave her office, she stopped me. When the boys and professor left, I asked her what was up. She gave me an arched brow. I shrugged.

Silence.

I could hear the ticking of the clock and kids laughing outside. For some odd reason, I wasn't afraid of her, even though she was staring intensely at me. The sinister voice laughed, and that creeped me out terribly.

Professor McGonagall wrinkled her brow.

"Are you a muggle born?"

I nodded and she stared at me for a long time once more.

"Where did you learn the spell, obliterate?"

This time it was my turn to stare at her.

"Pardon?"

"As I was approaching the library, I heard someone say 'Obliterate!', who I assume was you. Where did you learn that spell?"

I decided to tell her the honest truth and that was that it was instinct. Again she stared at me. I sighed mentally (if that was possible) and grew irritated. That sinister voice was telling me to kill her but I mentally blocked that voice. I might be angry but I wasn't rash enough to combat someone, excluding the fact that I tend to tackle people who pissed me off.

She excused me and said, "Be careful." I was sure that she mumbled something like this was going to be a long seven years as I walked out the door.

*****

I barely took a step before I heard someone call out my name. I looked about and saw that it was that boy who took a picture of me and Scorpius. I felt myself growl as I saw another camera in his hands. I felt him smirk (wtf?) as he walked towards me.

Before I could ask how he knew my name, Rose and Albus were running down the stairs to me. They beat him to me and were babbling away about how I got in trouble again and that it was going to be exciting and about how my punishment was unfair.

I felt the boy smirk again and felt the voice in my head angrily whispering, "Potter."

Yup, this was going to be a long seven years.