Chapter 5
'Ugh! That boy does not fucking listen to me! How the hell am I supposed to get them to the owlery? God, right need a fag quickly.' Harry was standing at the back of the quidditch changing rooms, and was not amused by the conversation, Draco Malfoy and he had just had, plus his back was itchy from the bloody brand mark. He lifted out the packet of cigarettes from his cloak and quickly lit one hoping the nicotine would help to calm him and clear his mind, it alas didn't.
'Right a plan Harry, come on. You beat the shit out of Voldie you should be able to get a couple of seventh years to the fucking owlery.' Pondering this for a moment, and finishing the last draw of his fag, inspiration finally hit. 'A letter, I'll send them a letter from.George, telling them. of a new formula for a sweet they want Herm to have a look at it and check if it would work, and they need a reply straight away. Ron will go to cause Herm doesn't have an owl and will wanna use Pig. Perfect. Ok well actually it's a bit shit, but I'm a tad pressed for time so it will have to do.' Deciding it was thoroughly freezing out here, he made his way back to the tower to compose his masterpiece.
When he arrived his former friends shot him glares, nothing he didn't expect of course, but he swept past them and into the dormitory. He found an old letter from the twins and proceeded to forge their handwriting. Finishing with a flourish, he turned the lamp off and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.
BLEEP. 'Fucking alarm clock.' Harry was not a morning person. He hated, with a passion, getting out of the heat of his bed and being greeted by smiley, chirpy, glad to be alive people but today he had to get up as he had a job to do. Padding out of bed, at the ungodly hour of 7 o'clock, he flung on his robes and made his way to the owlery. He would have to use one of the school owls, Hedwig was a tad obvious, and so he called one of the tawny owls down and attached the parchment to its leg. Hedwig was not impressed by Harry shunning her and voiced it the only way he could. Harry left the owlery with his finger profusely bleeding.
'Right theoretically this should work. I just need to go wash and get ready for breakfast. Jesus, thank god this is nearly over.' Cept having to be at Malfoy's beckon call for a month 'Grrr, I hate those bloody voices that always remind you of the crappy stuff when your in a good mood. Great, I'm depressed again.' He was scowling at everything that moved; even the portraits sensed his terrible mood and proceeded to vacate their frames.
Swooping into the Great Hall, with a swirl of his robes that even Snape would be proud off, he sat himself between Seamus and Lavender, and consumed a hell of a lot of food, ignoring everyone else around him.
Then it was time for the post. Right on time all the owls swooped into the hall, and the school owl from that morning promptly delivered Harry's letter to Ron and Hermione.
He watched as Ron read the letter and then handed over to Hermione, who studied it for a moment and then nodded her head.
They then stood up and walked towards the doors of the Great Hall. Just as they did so, a swish of blond hair appeared at Harry's side.
"Are they going up?" Draco asked, his voice low so no one would over hear.
"Yeah they should be. Be careful." Harry whispered back.
"What's this, Potter, concerned about my welfare? How sweet." Draco was simpering at him now.
"No Malfoy, just want the job done, and it would be tricky if you're dead." Harry growled at him.
"Well don't worry about me Potter, I can assure you the Weasel and the Mudblood are certainly no match." And with that he walked out after them.
'Shit I hate this bloody waiting business.' He thought impatiently. 'Maybe I should go up after him and check it's all gone ok. No better not, I don't think I would appreciate loosing my memories if Draco is squinty shot. Fuck why the hell am I calling him Draco, that's not his name. Well actually it is 'Oh fuck off.' And with that he returned to his breakfast.