Summary: Harry travels back in time to change the future, but something doesn't go exactly the way he planned. Neville is the boy who lived.
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Year 2
Chapter 14
Nothing can touch me
Hello Danielle, my name is Tom Riddle
Today was the second dueling class of the year, since it had been established that there would only be one per month, and Harry wasn't going to miss it. Messing with Severus would be interesting. With the advantage of being able to keep on eye on someone who was supposedly one of his most trusted followers.
It had been hard for him to act like an innocent twelve year old. Especially if said kid wasn't even slytherin material, for what he had gathered. He was only respected because he was able to speak parseltongue.
A mudblood girl had once tried to talk to him, but he had managed to brush her off, hopefully she would never think of going near him again. A slytherin, being friends with a mudblood? It was almost laughable.
He was a little confused though, he had been sure Harry Potter was a Gryffindor, he wasn't sure about the age, since he couldn't actually tell time when he was trapped inside a mind, but twelve seemed a little too young for everything that he thought he had managed to see happening through the boy's eyes.
Everything he had seen has happened in only a year? The philosopher stone, twice now that he thought about it. The basilik. The triwizard tournament, they had let an eleven year old compete?
How was it that he knew this body was Harry Potter's, yet it wasn't?
He was pretty sure Harry would have become a Gryffindor, both his parents had been in that house. Though it was better for him that he hadn't follow their steps. How they had managed to survive his attack those years ago was something he didn't understand.
In less than two weeks he had achieved what Potter had been incapable of, being a true Slytherin. People now not only respected him, bur feared him. Not everyone yet, only the lower years. It was a start.
Everyone at least acted as if they respected him. He made everyone move away by just hissing. Not that he was actually using parseltongue, but no one knew that. Being feared was something he had always craved for.
Dumbledore knew about him, he knew he wasn't exactly Harry Potter, just like he had ordered Snape. He knew it because the old man wouldn't keep his eyes away. At least Snape still did what he was ordered to.
He needed the fear he had had in the first war, for that, Dumbledore had to confirm he was Voldemort.
Danielle was alone again. Her mother had gone to shop for some groceries, and her father was working.
She hadn't received a letter from Harry yet, and even though things were better with Holly, she wasn't really interested in spending too much time with the girl. She missed Ginny and Luna at times, they were fun to be with. They had written to her once letting her know about what the experience of Hogwarts had been for them.
Danielle went to her room and had no idea of what to do to pass the time.
She remembered Harry's diary and looked for it. She could pass the time writing on it.
She found it and sat on her bed with the diary on her legs.
Dear Diary, it has been a long time since I wrote you last, actually I've only written one time, but I am not used to doing this. If I had seen any one else writing on a diary, I wouldn't have stopped laughing at them. Everything is all right with Holly again, well as all right as it can be. I think I wouldn't really be friend with her if she weren't padfoot's daughter, she is nothing like him. She is too boring, she is always quite, and when she decides to talk she always says the stupidest things. But she is family, and like my parents always say: Family comes first. I am always going to be there for her. I'll help her come out of her shell. Maybe we can start by doing pranks, something she has never shown any interest in.
Danielle stopped writing for a second to ponder on what she had written so far.
When she had decided to write on the diary again, she had gone straight to the second page not even glancing at the first page where she had already written once before. Not noticing that everything she had wrote on that page wasn't there anymore.
While she was reading what she had wrote, the words started to vanish. She was sure she hadn't used invisible ink. She still checked the ink bottle just to make sure, but no, it was regular ink. She stared at the now blank page, which didn't stay blank for long.
Hello Danielle, my name is Tom Riddle
Those words appeared where she the words she had written had once been.
She should tell her mom about it.
But if she said something, she would be grounded for stealing from Harry.
She was just going to throw it in the closet and try to forget about it. That was the best decision.
Before she could grab it and throw it in her closet, the words disappeared and new ones where in their place.
You must feel very lonely with your brother so far away, everyone needs someone to talk to.
Danielle did feel lonely at times.
But a diary wasn't supposed to write back. A diary was supposed to be just for her, so she could get her feelings out. Wasn't it?
The words vanished and new ones appeared, before she could make a decision.
You will be a perfect slytherin, you and your brother will be friends once more. Don't worry about it. In the mean time you can talk to me, that is why I was made for.
Well, it is a magical object, someone obviously bewitched a book to write back. Ans she did want someone to talk to, now that Harry barely wrote back. It was almost as if he forgot about having a sister, ever since he had started Hogwarts he had changed.
With magic, anything is possible, right?
Hello Tom
Harry was waiting for the class to begin, only the Slytherins were near him, everyone else had made it obvious they wanted nothing to do with him.
Being a slytherin was still advantageous, no matter the time.
"Hello"
Harry turned around slowly and saw a blonde weird looking girl. She was the same girl he had seen when he had taken control over this body.
Harry just stared daring her to say something else, but mostly trying to intimidate her to go away.
"You are the slytherin heir" it wasn't a question, she had stated it, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Frankly, to him, it was the most obvious thing in the world, but he wouldn't thing it would be for her.
"I am Lord Slytherin" Harry said in an arrogant voice.
"Not really" Luna stated.
"You dare deny it?" Harry asked angrily, standing up and looking down at Luna.
"The true Slytherin heir is just a spirit at the moment" Luna stated firmly.
"I will help him come back, and I will join him" Harry told the girl in a harsh whisper in her ear, so no one else would be able to hear him.
"That is sad" Luna said back, actually looking sad.
"What is?" Harry asked confused stepping back from her.
"You would like to see him come back" Luna said.
"That is what I said" Harry stated.
"You would ruin people's lives" Luna accused dreamily.
"Everyone if you could pay attention"
Harry turned around, sitting back down forgetting about Luna, and saw who was supposed to be the DADA teacher trying to get everyone's attention.
Snape was standing next to the DADA professor looking intensely at Harry.
Snape had been avoiding him; that he was sure of.
Maybe he was scared. He should be.
That didn't excuse him though, he needed the complete servitude from Snape for his plans to work.
Opening the chamber of secrets wouldn't be easy without his help.
Severus walked towards Harry not taking his eyes off him.
"You need something?" Harry smirked at him once the potion's master had reached him.
"It would be unwise for you to stay in the class" Snape tried to make it sound as a suggestion.
"It would be?" Harry arched his eyebrow daring the professor to throw him out.
Snape cleared his throat and took his intimidating persona back.
"Mr. Potter, you are not welcome in this class" Snape said out loud.
Harry couldn't believe he had dared to do such a thing.
Harry couldn't defy him or punish him for it, if he didn't want people to become suspicious of him, it wasn't time yet.
Promising pain with his eyes, Harry turned around and walked out.
Draco's POV
Draco had been waiting for this day ever since he had started his first year. Finally the quidditch try-outs were here and he was allowed to try out.
He grabbed his Nimbus two thousand, his father gift to him last Christmas, and walked towards the quidditch pitch.
Being friends with Harry had become much easier lately, he didn't want his company as much, and he had become capable of defending himself. Not that he needed it as much, with him being a parseltongue, he had been treated as nothing less that someone from a royal family. Sometime he even thought he was perceived as more noble than him.
Even though he must be from the Slytherin line, his father had still married a mudblood. What a horrible thing to do, to dirty such line.
He was smart though, and he knew it will benefit him to be such good friend with Harry.
He still couldn't forget that day.
Flashback
"Potter" Draco sneered from behind.
Harry turned around and had an arrogant look. Something he had never seen on the boy.
His eyes weren't as green as he remembered, they were darker, and with a twinge of red on them, something he wouldn't think was possible.
"Trying to hide?" Draco taunted.
"From you?" Harry asked in disbelief, "Blonde and think he is above everyone else. You must be a Malfoy"
"I am the only heir of the Malfoy house" Draco stated proudly and arrogantly.
"Just like your father" Harry said, not looking impressed.
Draco couldn't help to feel offended, his face turned red and he was itching to get his wand and hex the boy in front of him.
"I wouldn't do that" Harry threatened.
Draco got even more furious and pointed his wand at the boy, before he could even think of a hex to use, his wand was not on his hand anymore.
The dark-haired boy was holding it and threatening to break it.
"Give me my wand back?" Draco ordered.
"Or what?" Harry smirked.
"I will tell my father!" Draco threatened, Harry laughed out loud, but the laugh was something that terrified him, it sounded evil to his ears.
"You would do no such thing. From now on you would do exactly as I say" Harry played with the other boy's wand and turned from him.
"Look at me when I am talking to you!" Draco turned the other boy back forcibly, but was thrown against the wall once he did.
"Don't touch me" Harry threatened harshly, pointing Draco's wand at him. "You would do as I say"
Harry's eyes turned completely red, Draco felt as if he was being hypnotized by them.
He turned away angry at being defeated by someone beneath him.
"I asked you a question!" Harry hissed venomously, "I expect an answer"
"You are the one that should do as I say! I am a Malfoy" Draco stood up in order to look more menacingly. He was taller than Harry.
"Even your father wasn't as stupid as you seem to be" Harry sneered, Draco looked confused for a second but composed himself quickly.
"My father?" Draco smirked.
"Your father knew his place" Harry pointed Draco's own wand at him.
Imperius!
Draco felt calm as if he could anything he wanted. And a voice in his head was giving him really good ideas.
"You are going to follow Harry Potter and make your friends follow him as well. There is a special item you are going to help him get"
The voice made sense.
End of Flashback.
Draco had been able to throw off the curse within the hour, his father had made sure his son would be able to do just that since he was young.
But even he wasn't as stupid as to not do as he had been ordered to do, especially if said person was an eleven year old powerful enough to do an unforgivable curse.
It had been a shame the item, the philosopher stone, had been lost.
Draco reached the quidditch pitch and waited for the try-outs to start.
Draco had become part of the Slytherin team with ease, and his father had bought a Nimbus two thousand for everyone in the team once he had learned of his son's achievement.
Draco was proud of it, and today was the first game, Gryffindor vs Slytherin.
Since they didn't have that much time to practice, he had had to practice every day for almost every free time he had.
He was nervous, but he maintained a calm act, it wouldn't do for a Malfoy not to look confident.
"I want that cup" Hodgins, the new slytherin captain threatened, "If you don't get me that cup I will make sure none of you are part of the team next year"
Everyone looked at him with arrogant expressions, almost daring the boy to do as he threatened. Hodgins was a half-blood after all, and everyone else was a pureblood.
It was time for the game to begin. He could hear the insufferable Gryffindor seventh year Lee Jordan's voice.
"The Slytherin team!" Lee announced, more booing that cheering could be heard.
"As keeper the Slytherin captain Julius Hodgins" Hodgins mounted his new broom and flew out.
"As chasers, Kirk Gwen, Heath Fligg and Mathew Blirch"
The three 5th years flew out after Hodgins.
"As beaters, Yaxley Hort and Seath Wirt"
Both 6th years flew out, leaving only Draco behind.
"And as seeker, Draco Malfoy"
Draco mounted his broom and went to meet the rest of his team.
"And now the Gryffindor team!" Lee announced with more enthusiasm. Almost everyone in the school cheered.
"As keeper the Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood!" Lee yelled and everyone cheered loudly.
The 7th year flew out to the pitch, where the Slytherin team was waiting.
"As chasers, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell"
Three girls flew out.
"Don't they look beautiful? I wish Katie would finally agree to go on a date with me" Lee said, it made Draco sneer.
"Mr. Jordan!" Professor McGonagall could be heard. At least the Gryffindor head of House knew how to act.
"As beaters, The Weasley twins!" Lee Jordan actually stood up and started throwing his arms in the air, "No one can go against them!"
"And as seeker, Seamus Finnegan!" Lee finished introducing the Gryffindor team before McGonagall could say anything.
"I want a clean game" Madame Hooch threatened.
Hodgins and Wood shook hands with a glare firmly placed in both boys' faces.
All of them just waited for the whistle that would signal the game to start.
It couldn't come any sooner.
The quaffle was thrown in the air and grabbed by Spinnet who quickly flew to where Hodgins was waiting, skiving the bludgers that were being thrown her way, but the Weasley twins were being successful in keeping them away.
Just when she was almost were the hoops where she threw the quaffle to Bell who came out of nowhere and who threw it into the left hoop.
"10 points to Gryffindor!" Lee announced, making everyone cheer.
Draco was looking for the snitch, with Finnigan flying near him.
The quaffle was now in the hands of Fligg who threw it to Blirch. Blirch threw it back to Fligg when he reached the Gryffindor hoops and straight to the left hoop. Oliver blocked it and threw the quaffle towards Spinnet who grabbed it and flew to the other side of the pitch.
Only fifteen minutes into the game the score was 50 to 0, in favor of the Gryffindor team.
It had to be pitiful to watch. They were slytherins!
His father had come to watch the game.
Blirch was able to throw the quaffle into the hoop scoring 10 points for their team.
Getting frustrated, Hort threw the bludger with as much force as he could to Spinnet, who was hit in the head falling to the ground, broom forgotten.
"Someone help her!" Lee yelled scared.
She started to descend slowly, someone must have actually have a head on their shoulders and levitated her down. She was still unconscious, leaving the Gryffindor team with only two chasers.
"That had to be a foul!" Lee kept yelling at Madame Hooch.
Draco knew nothing would be done. It was the beater's job to throw the bludger into the other team's players after all. It was Spinnet's fault for not avoiding it on time, or the Weasley's fault for not helping her.
An hour into the game, neither Draco nor Finnigan had seen the snitch yet, and the game was becoming violent.
The score was now 120 to 30 in favor of the Gryffindors.
He had to get the snitch soon if he wanted to win.
That is when he saw it, something bright was hovering near the Slytherin's hoops.
Draco turned towards Finnegan, the boy hadn't seen it yet.
Draco grabbed his broom with force and flew as fast as he could towards the snitch.
He skived everyone in the pitch with some difficulty, but tried to make it look as if it was nothing to him.
Bludgers were being thrown his way, and he was actually hit by one, making him lose the snitch.
He flew towards Hort angrily.
"Take the Weasley twins down!" Draco ordered the older boy.
The game if it was possible, became even more violent, making it very dangerous.
Wood had been hit by a bludger and the Gryffindor team was one chaser and a keeper down.
The score was now 210 to 130 points, the Gryffyndors were still winning.
That is when he saw it again, the golden ball was a couple of feet away from him, and Finnegan has seen it as well.
Draco turned towards it and started chasing it.
It looked as if the ball had a brain for itself, it knew he was being chased and was trying to get away.
Finnegan still hadn't reached him, but was proving to be a good flier.
The ball kept moving out of the way and Draco was becoming frustrated at it, promising him self he would blow the ball off after he caught it.
The ball flew rapidly towards the ground and Draco followed it wanting to end the game.
When the ball almost reached the ground it went back up and away from the two seekers.
Draco flew back up and caught it.
The game was over.
"Slytherins wins with 280 points" Lee announced regretfully for everyone to hear.
Only the Slytherins and some Ravenclaws cheered.
Lily's POV
"Baby, how are you?" Lily was concerned as soon as Danielle walked in the kitchen. She hadn't been paying much attention to her daughter lately. She hadn't been concerned though, since Danielle was getting into the age where her mother wasn't that indispensable anymore, and the less she saw of her better. She hated that it had come so soon, but the only thing Danielle wanted to do lately was to be alone in her room.
It was practically the first time she had seen her in a week. Danielle was pale and tired looking. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't had any sun for more than 7 days, and because it was still too early in the morning.
Her mother's instinct told her to be concerned, and that was what she was being.
"I am fine" Danielle snapped.
It took Lily by surprise, Danielle wasn't a morning person, but she had never been disrespectful before.
"Excuse me?" Lily asked surprised.
"Sorry" Danielle said without sounding sorry at all.
Lily saw as how Danielle walked towards the table and sat down, expecting breakfast to be served.
"I don't think so" Lily narrowed her eyes, "You can serve yourself"
"Whatever" Danielle answered and stood up, but it looked as if she would fall at any moment. She walked towards the stove and pile some food to a plate. A bit of scrambled eggs and a toast.
"More" Lily ordered, if she was getting sick she needed to eat better.
"I am not that hungry" Danielle turned around towards the table.
"More" Lily wasn't going to let it go.
"Fine!" Danielle snapped harshly and put some more scrambled eggs on her plate.
"I want to see it all gone" Lily threatened.
"Of course" Danielle smirked, and the food vanished from her plate.
Lily was surprised at the way her daughter was acting. She had never been this nasty to her or to anyone else, even in her moodiest moments.
"Go to your room" Lily couldn't contain her temper anymore.
In a childish way, Danielle stuck out her tongue and stomped all the way to her room. She knew when she had reached her destination since the door could be heard slammed shut.
Lily grabbed the now empty plate her daughter had left behind and started washing it, still concerned about her daughters behavior, but most of all, about her sickly appearance.
Maybe she should call a healer? It couldn't hurt.
Lily went towards the fireplace in order to make an appointment.
Harry's POV
Since the game had been over, the party had started in the Slytherin common room. It didn't look as if it was going to be over any time soon.
It did give Harry an excuse to watch how everyone acted. To know the ones who will soon serve you was important.
"Harry" A boy who Harry had vaguely noticed in his classes was trying to get his attention. The boy was taller than Harry and thin, he didn't look powerful at all, but he held an arrogance air around him, which told him he was a pureblood.
"Yes?" Harry asked looking at the boy expectantly.
"I am sorry" Nott said between teeth. Harry could see how much it hurt the other boy to say those words.
"About?" Harry enquired. What would make a pureblood ask for forgiveness from a half-blood?
"I didn't mean to snap at you" Nott tried again, it looked as if it was physically hurting the boy.
"You did?" Harry arched his eyebrow.
"At the beginning of the year?" Nott now was confused. Maybe Harry was going to milk everything he could from the moment, "Just accept my forgiveness, Potter" Nott snapped.
"Why should I?" Harry asked, smirk firmly in place.
"Because it was your fault" Nott raised his voice. When he noticed he was getting everyone's attention he tried to compose himself.
"If it were my fault, shouldn't I be the one apologizing?" Harry asked.
"You may" Nott signaled for Harry to apologize, which made Harry laugh.
"I don't apologize" Harry turned his back on the boy, and Nott walked away offended.
Draco had been looking at the commotion and now that Nott had walked away he walked towards Harry.
"Harsh?" Draco asked looking amused.
"No" Harry answered.
"All this, just because of a diary?" Draco asked.
"A diary?" Harry asked confused.
"Nott's birthday present?" Draco taunted.
"He gave me a diary as a birthday present?" Now Harry was the one that looked amused.
"Where you obliviated?" Draco started laughing.
"Maybe" Harry smirked.
The boy, who he had gathered from Malfoy, was named Theodore Nott, was still angry at him. It was really amusing to Harry to know it was all about a diary. He could vaguely remember the boy's father, he had been a fanatic, a death eater, one of the deadly ones.
Several red-headed boys, who Malfoy called 'the Weasels', kept trying to get near him. Apparently they didn't like Malfoy, so they had still not made any progress in talking to him, it made it easier for him.
Harry knew the brute force of the two bulky boys, Crabbe and Goyle, could do nothing but benefit him, so now they acted as his and Malfoy's bodyguards. Harry didn't like that Malfoy acted as his equal, but until he could move on his own between the purebloods he was going to have to endure it.
The mudblood kept throwing calculating glances at him, which annoyed him to an end. And the blonde weird girl kept throwing him pitiful glances every time he walked near, that annoyed him even more.
Classes were just as he remembered: dull.
Harry hadn't been a good student last year, that was for sure. But he had remedied that. He was the top of the class, and the professor loved him. Except for Snape who was still avoiding him. Harry's patience was running thin.
Dumbledore was getting more obvious every day in watching him, so Harry kept throwing smirks his way, which he noticed troubled the man.
Today was Halloween. What better day to say hello to a dear old friend?
Harry walked towards a girl's bathroom he once used to visit frequently the first time he had been in Hogwarts.
Throwing off Malfoy was rather easy, but getting away from Crabbe and Goyle had been frustrating. The boys seemed to think they had to stick like glue to him all the time.
He reached the bathroom and looked both ways to make sure no one could see him going in it. He cast a spell to see if anyone was in it, but no one was. He opened the door and locked it behind him. He didn't like surprises.
He hadn't expected to see a ghost in the bathroom.
"Who are you?" The girl asked dreamily, "You are pretty"
"Who are you?" Harry snapped.
"I am Myrtle" The ghost floated towards him in a flirty way.
"Myrtle go away" Harry hissed.
"You are not pretty anymore!" the ghost, Myrtle, started bawling loudly. Harry had to cover his ears.
"Shut up!" Harry ordered harshly.
Myrtle looked offended and floated to an empty stall, where she jumped into the toilet.
Harry looked relieved at not having to be with the ghost any longer and turned towards the large sink. He looked intensely until he found it.
The small, carved snake.
'Open' he hissed.
The sink started to move and made room for a tunnel. He looked down to it and like he remembered it was dark and the bottom couldn't be seen.
'Stairs'
Stairs appeared in the tunnel. He started walking down the stairs making sure to close the entrance after him.
Once he had reached the bottom of the tunnel, the stairs disappeared. The place looked just like he remembered, dirty and with animal's skeletons everywhere he looked.
His friend had been busy, he hoped she was still hungry.
He walked forward until he saw another door with snakes carved on it.
'Open'
A large hall could be seen. It was obvious it had once been elegant looking. Something only Salazar Slytherin would find fitting, everyone else would find it to be too much.
He walked to the center of the large room where he could see the large statue of his ancestor. He was proud to be a Slytherin.
Harry called it to him.
The mouth of the large statue started to open and something could be heard coming towards him through the now visible tunnel.
Harry had been anticipating this moment. He wasn't going to make the same mistakes he had once made. He will keep to the promise he had made about helping his other self regain a body, but only after he had established him self as the leader. His other self would have to follow him.
'Who dared wake me up?' an angry hissing was heard, though the one hissing could still not be seen.
'I do. I am Lord Slytherin" Harry hissed back.
If it were possible the thing coming his way moved even faster.
Finally, the thing could be seen.
First it was a head, a large snake was coming from the tunnel. A basilik. His basilik
It finally came through and it was in front of him, eyes closed.
'I can smell Slytherin in you, but it is wrong' the snake hissed angrily.
'This is not my body, only my soul' Harry hissed back.
If it were possible the snake looked confused.
'I am in someone else's body. His body wouldn't smell like Slytherin if I wasn't possessing him' Harry tried to explain.
'You are using someone else as a suit' the snake hissed in understanding.
Harry, not wanting to get technical with a snake, let it go.
'It has been a long time since I have been woken' the snake hissed.
'Several decades' Harry agreed.
'Is there a threat to the school?' the snake asked getting restless.
'There is' Harry said with a smirk.
The snake if it were possible looked alarmed.
'There are filthy creatures trying to get control of the school' Harry stated.
'That can't be' the snake agreed.
'They have to die' Harry said.
'I will kill them' The snake promised.
'You will' Harry agreed with a smirk.
"You look excited" Draco observed, while putting food on his plate.
"Halloween is my favorite holiday" Harry explained, not even glancing towards the food.
"But the food is not to your liking?" Draco asked.
"I am not hungry" Harry stated.
They were in the famous Halloween feast. Food and candy were everywhere. The students and staff looked happy about it. Not even Dumbledore was paying attention to him this day.
The snake had made a promise to him and he was expecting the promise to be fulfilled this night.
The night was over. Everyone was walking towards their common rooms. Harry was a little disappointed but not annoyed yet. He may find his present in the morning. He could be patient until then.
Thankfully he didn't have to wait.
Just outside the Great Hall, students were abruptly stopping, and shock faces could be seen in all of them.
Harry smirked and tried to see what had shocked everyone, pushing everyone aside lightly. When people noticed he was the one trying to make his way to the front started glaring at him, and whispering to the one standing next to them.
"You did it" A student accused when he pushed him aside.
Frankly that made him proud, but he wanted to see what he had done first.
Finally he reached the front and what he saw made him scowl.
No one was dead. A bushy haired girl, who he still remembered as the mudblood that had tried to get near him at the start of the year was petrified.
The snake couldn't kill a 12 year old?
She was stone-like. Pale and no one could even tell if she was breathing.
That wouldn't cause fear. He wanted all of them dead.
"You killed her!" another student accused him.
Several girls could be heard sobbing loudly. They were stupid, couldn't they see the difference between being killed and being petrified?
"What is going on here?" the voice of Snape could be heard through the crowd, "Move!"
Snape was soon standing a little far behind him. The harsh breath told Harry he had seen the mudblood.
"Mr. Potter" Snape said almost in a scared tone.
"Yes professor?" Harry asked still his back towards Snape.
"What is this?" Snape asked.
"A student" Harry answered.
"What did you do to her?" Snape demanded an answer.
"Nothing" Harry stated. It was true, he wasn't the one that had petrified her.
"Then what happened to her?" Snape asked.
"I would have to guess here" Harry turned towards him, "Either she is a very life-like statue, or she was petrified"
"We are going to the Headmaster's office" Snape grabbed Harry's arm with the intention of leading him towards Dumbledore.
"Why?" Harry asked amused.
"You are going to explain yourself" Snape glared at him.
"I don't explain myself" Harry glared back. Snape let go of Harry's arm.
"I am going to sleep now, it has been a very exciting night" Harry smirked and walked around Snape towards the dungeons.
"Harry wait!" Draco came running towards him when he was about to open the entrance to the common room.
Harry turned around and waited for Draco to catch up to him.
"What was that about?" Draco asked.
"What was what about?" Harry dared.
"The mudblood" Draco said.
"Which one?" Harry asked.
"The one that was petrified" Draco explained.
"What about it?" Harry asked.
Draco smirked and opened the door.
Both of them walked in towards their room.
"You were excited today" Draco stated.
"It was a very god day" Harry answered.
"It was" Draco agreed and went to get him self ready for bed.
Random Facts:
Writing about a quidditch game was the most difficult thing I have done. I hope it was acceptable =S.
Date: 2nd, 24th, 31st October 1992
Reviews are welcomed.