Chapter Thirteen: Grading Death Threats
Sitting in the rebellion Meeting Harry kept dabbing at a cut on Seamus forehead, "I told you to stay in your room," he had been rearranging the sitting room with Tom and Seamus kept getting in the way, so he had told him to stay put, "If you had not come you again then you would not be bleeding," Hermione watched as he pulled out his wand and did a quick healing spell.
"When did you learn that?" Hermione asked, she did not even know any of the healing spells since those books had been locked away.
"They have a library in their rooms, I went through a book to find something to try and help Ron," Harry lied easily, "They keep him their sometimes, and when I can I try and help him," he set his wand down as if remembering he had used it to hurt Ron before sighing and looking up, "Okay now what has been going on this last week?"
"A first year reported back to me that you were seen pinning Lucius Malfoy to a wall," Ernie Macmillan reported before glancing at Harry, "Is this true?" Harry nodded.
"Harry what is with you and that bastard?" Ginny asked crossing her arms, "You seem to be around him a lot."
"He is the one who is suppose to keep an eye on me," Harry said moving the chess piece in front of him, he was playing against Hermione and using a muggle set, "Since I knocked him out before they are keeping a tight leash on me, that's why they didn't kill Ron and insisted we all hurt him."
"So his torture is actually meant for you," Hermione said blinking in shock, getting a nod she frowned, "So since they know he is your best friend they decided that you being forced to torture him would hurt you enough as a punishment for stunning Malfoy?"
"Yeah," Harry said putting her in checkmate.
"Why haven't they just killed you?" ask Ernie as he watched them put the game away.
"He holds too much power," Seamus said nosing around in the snacks, "Want to find a way to control him, which is why me, Dean and Neville have been with him more so then everyone else. If he starts to lose it and agree with them he asked us to kill him."
"Is that why you were pushing us away?" Hermione asked tears in her eyes as she thought of all the bad comments she made about Harry.
"Yeah," Harry said shrugging, "You wouldn't be able to kill me if it's needed, they can," then he sighed and stood up as he checked the time, "Well damn I'm late."
"Oh," Seamus grabbed his hand, "We need to hurry or they'll Crucio you again," and dragged him off, spinning into the room with Harry he laughed and fell over, "Did you get it?"
"Yep," Harry said grinning, pulling a file out he helped Seamus up and handed the file to Tom who was blinking at them, "A list of all the outside help the rebellion had collected," which made a smirk come to Tom and Lucius's faces.
"You are coming with me," Tom said taking Harry's hand he lead the teen away, he knew Lucius had a thing for Harry and had to admit so did he. They had discussed it and were willing to share the teen's attention, "You need a break," stepping into his office he saw Harry's eyes go wide, he had an espresso machine on his desk, "Want a drink?"
"Yes," Harry said practically bouncing, when he was handed a cup he sipped it and closed his eyes, "I so love you right now," sitting down he sipped his coffee and did not catch Tom's smirk, after about three cups he was going over papers for Lucius's class and was not even concerned with Tom's strong hands working away the tension of his shoulders, "Hey he got another death threat, this one's not signed either."
"How many does that make?" Tom asked stilling his hands and leaning down to glance at the letter.
"Six," Harry sighed before rolling onto his back so he could look up at Tom who hovered over him, "You guys need to do something to win over the student body, most of them are not in the rebellion now but their numbers keep rising."
"Any ideas?" Tom asked brushing a few strands of hair from Harry's face, getting a nod he asked, "And what might they be?"
"You could throw a dance, a party of sorts to allow the students to relax, have them do something they will hate to do then say something along the lines of," Harry paused and said in a clear voice, "We know you are all a bit young to be doing what we have been trying to pressure you to do, it is not the place of students to be fighters for a war and so we have set up a party for you to enjoy this weekend."
"Hmm," Tom gazed at Harry and chuckled, "That might just work, before standing straight up and helping Harry up, "Any idea on a band to get?"
"Weird Sisters," Harry said grinning, "Or the Hopping Hop Goblins," getting another cup of coffee he spun in a circle before sitting down again and chuckling, "How do I grade Death threats?"