What if Harry got fed up with the 'Purebloods' of the school, calling people 'Mudbloods', and everyone took the term too literally? Could centuries worth of feuding and loathing be forgotten?
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'What do you want Malfoy?' Harry asked with a sigh as Draco Malfoy approached him, Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.
'Nothing Potter.' Malfoy sneered at him.
'Then why did you come over here?' Ron demanded angrily, ears turning red.
'I was just wondering how a Mudblood like Granger got into Hogwarts.' Malfoy replied with a small shrug.
There was a gasp from those around them who ad heard what Malfoy said, and immediately started whispering to others.
Ron's face turned red and he tried to lunge, but was held back by Fred, George and Lee – who all looked as angry as Ron himself.
Hermione's eyes had filled with tears and Malfoy's face turned smug.
Harry watched all the commotion, as he was getting increasingly irritated.
'THAT'S IT!' He thundered, startling the occupants of the hall, which happened to be everyone in the school – students and teachers alike. They all turned to look at him and noticed a fire blazing in his emerald eyes.
Harry stood up, grabbed Malfoy, Ron and Hermione by the arms and dragged them up to the front of the hall.
He quickly cast a sonorous on himself and started to speak.
'This stupid rivalry has gone on too long. Mudblood, Pureblood, Half-blood or Blood-traitor, we are all the same! Even muggles are like us, the only difference is that they have no magic, but they have science and technology to make up for that. Some of the things they have are as deadly and deadlier than the Avada Kedavra.'
Harry ignored the gasps of those in the hall when they heard this.
'I am going to prove once and for all that there is nothing different in our blood. I have a 'Mudblood', 'Pureblood', 'Blood-traitor', and 'Half-blood' up here, and I will show you that there is nothing different between us all.'
Harry picked up a knife from the staff table. When he saw that the other three with him abut to protest he silenced them and stuck their feet to the floor.
'Professor Dumbledore, could you please cast some sort of projection charm over us, so that the whole hall can see us?' Harry asked politely.
'Of course Harry.' Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.
He cast the charm and Harry raised the knife slowly.
'A Pureblood' He announced, slicing Draco's palm lightly. Draco winced a little, but was otherwise okay.
The entire hall saw red pouring out of Draco's skin and watched as Harry moved over to his next subject.
'A Blood-traitor.' He said as he cut Ron's palm, and everyone once again saw red pouring out of his hand.
'A Mudblood' Harry continued, slicing Hermione's palm, and everyone gasped as red poured out of her hand as well.
'And finally, a Half-blood.' He cut his own palm, not wincing in the slightest, and the red blood again pored out.
Harry's demonstration had been the talk of the school for days, especially since right after he sliced his own palm, Draco apologized to the trio and they all shook hands, unknowingly sharing their blood.
With the weeks and months passing, you couldn't walk anywhere without seeing a Gryffindor and a Slytherin talking, or with any of the other houses. In fact, when Christmas came, everyone stayed, and there was a giant snowball fight, the Gryffindors and Slytherins against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
No one knew how the parents were going to react, but right at this moment, they didn't care.
The End… or is it?
A/N: what do you think? R&R please!
I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and has a good New Year!