Heather's pov
Potter your no longer welcome at the Gryffindor table." Ronald Weasley snarled I rolled my eyes; like I actually cared right now. As much as I hated him right now I didn't want to cause any major arguments today, not really. Although he's being a complete and utter git right now I'm not interested in revenge, merely just to show them I'm not bothered about what they think anymore. Why should I care? All they're doing is just making it worse, and to be frank I'm not in the mood.
"You're being childish." I sneered. "Like I actually care right now, you know fully well I don't eat a lot anyway."
"You're acting like a slimy snake…" He hissed.
"You're the one who just hissed, and is being completely prejudice. For another thing Snakes aren't slimy." I smirked, right now I was letting out my Slytherin side a little but Ron deserved to be at the one with the brunt of my words. He is being a total git to everyone right now and why he acts like he controls Gryffindor all the time. Gryffindor isn't his, it's not as if he is the heir of Gryffindor or Gryffindor is like Slytherin with one single leader. Gryffindor had people it respected but not people who controlled everything they do.
Ron gaped slightly at what I had said, not that I blame him; he isn't used to seeing me attack back verbally rather than with a wand. He wants me to openly attack him so that Professor Dumbledore will give me a detention. "You're the one who I acting like the dark lord right now strutting round the place." He tried to use words that Snape used to get a rise out of me, but I've got news for him; it isn't going to work.
To anger him further I snickered. "You're the person acting like you control our house, Gryffindor isn't Slytherin you know. You can't just fight the old leader to rule; no you need respect out of kindness." I replied.
"How dare you!" He exclaimed.
"You are the person who started this verbal sparring match, and the very person who tried to say I'm no longer allowed to be at the Gryffindor table." I replied drearily.
"Well you aren't your acting like you're in Slytherin." He replied full of himself.
"Then I think you'll find nether are you for your prejudice is equal and above many of theirs." I replied, uninterested. This made him even angrier. Right now Ron's foolish anger issues were the very least of my problems.
"I am not acting like one of those filthy gits, they're pure evil!" He spat towards me, I dodged.
"Your acting like worse, do you see them spitting at you? No and if they did you would fight back kicking and screaming, do you see me doing that?" I asked calmly. "No you don't, you have no empathy, and no feelings for anyone do you? All you care about is power which is why you befriended me in the first place Ronald. Now you're using this to gain more by further crushing the girl who saved your sister, the girl who has defended you so much in the past well guess what? This girl refuses to be pushed around like some paper bag! I'm a person too not that you realise it Ronald." I glared.
"No you're just being an attention seeking cow!" Yelled Finnegan. "It's in the papers; my mam says you're just a lying bitch!" Many of the Gryffindors nodded, making me want to puke. It makes me sick! After all I have done in the past for them…well this is just the last straw. After today I swear I'll make their lives hell.
I tilted my head. "Well I'll ask you what makes you think those insults hurt?"
He blinked. "The fact…" He trailed off.
"I'll tell you shall I? The fact we have been friends for years, the fact you should know me and what I would lie or prank about. The fact that after everything you turn on me like vultures to pick me to pieces one by one!" My voice cracked. "Were you not my dance partner last year?" I whispered.
"That was before I found out what a disgusting git you actually are!" Finnegan glared. "You are such a foolish liar!" He yelled. "You're just like that girl the Dursleys in my Village used to raise. She like you was an orphan and like you was a backstabbing bitch!" He yelled as my eyes widened. Finnegan, I'd heard that name before not just in the nursery rhyme.
"You bullied that girl." I hissed.
"What are you talking about?" He glared.
"You used to beat her up, it was you who thought it would have been funny if you tried to burn her like they used to burn wizards and witches in the 18th century." I tilted my head towards him; he had now gone very pale. "You laughed as she screamed as her flesh on her arm burnt and sizzled."
"What are you talking about?" He glared still pale.
"Did you even know her name?" I asked.
"Why know the name of her? She was a freak!" He hissed.
"How the hell was she a freak?" I glared.
"She healed faster than most children…" He stuttered.
"So did you, if I rightly remember." I replied coldly.
"You were her?" He whispered. "You were that freakish girl who never even flinched in pain as we tried to stab her in the arm…" He was as pale as ice, as cold as death.
"I remember everything you and that gang put me through, and now you have the audacity to try and excuse what you did, call me a liar and an 'attention seeking cow'. You have nerve; your nothing but a low life hypocrite aren't you? You're a bully, how your bravery ever surpassed your strong desire for power is beyond me." I spoke with disgust.
"Lay off him!" Ron defended Finnegan.
"You defending a bully who bullied people for fun and power? Malfoy is better than he yet you would claim he is worse, Malfoy discriminates against poverty, blood traitors and muggleborns yet Finnegan does it for the buzz of power!" I gape at his hypocritical nature.
"How dare you compare me to Malfoy!" Finnegan spat.
"All I spoke was the truth and you know it!"
"I as a prefect say that you are banned from eating here at this table." He sneered pompously.
"Fine." I replied.
"What?" He blinked startled.
"You did me right?" I rolled my eyes. "I seriously don't care for two reasons: your opinion doesn't seem to be going down well with most of the other members of our house and two your words have just effectively wrecked the little world you inhabit Ron. Oh and the fact I'm ashamed our house could have sunk so low. I really don't want to eat with any of you right now anyway. Guess that makes three reasons." I replied smoothly, yet quite darkly. Maybe the hat was right; I would have done well in Slytherin. Shame I can't go back on my choices… I am beginning to hate this stupid school, it is corrupt and to be honest I'm glad that the ministry is interfering.
"What are you talking about?" He asked confused, his eyes were darting left and right trying to see if anyone was trying to sneak up behind him. "Are you just bluffing?" He growled when he was certain that no one was indeed sneaking up from behind him. Idiot. If anyone was trying to sneak up on him it would have been too late by now. I sighed.
"You don't get it do you?" I asked softly.
"What?" He was still confused, not that I blame him; his brain is famous for being slow. Well slow is an understatement if you're honest. Sometimes I seriously doubt whether or not he has any brain cells or whether they're all directed on excuses to get him out of trouble.
"I seriously don't care anymore, and no it isn't really going to be me who is going to end your lording over this house it is them." My voice darkened. "Whether or not they like my decisions recently that doesn't mean that they cannot perceive what is in front of them. What do you do that makes you such an effective leader?" I mocked.
"Well I know fully well when evil people are trying to concoct some stupid scheme! You've gone to the dark side!" He growled with fury.
"Does that mean I am no longer on the light side?" I asked subtlety.
"YES!" He yelled. All eyes were now focused on us, everyone from every table in the hall.
"Then folks you've heard it here; I am no longer by Weasley's judgement fit to be a Gryffindor or fight on the light side." I murmured. "Angelina, I apologise for no warning but I herby resign from the quiditch team." Ignoring the cries of outrage coming from the Gryffindors I continued. "As for what you believe should there ever be a war in the future I swear that I shall be neutral unless people I care about have been dragged into it, or people attack me." I glared at Weasley.
"You can't just resign Gryffindor will lose the house cup!" Ron exclaimed.
"Well Ronald Weasley you only have yourself to blame. According to your judgement I am no longer fit to be a Gryffindor am I?" I spat. "While I share a dorm and classes with you that shall be all you shall be forced to see unless you see me studding in the library. I don't care anymore about whether this house shall lose the quiditch cup for according to Ronald here I am no more than a SLIMY snake am I?" I replied coldly. The whole room was silent. There wasn't even a whisper.
"Please don't listen to him." Angelina begged.
"Why? When everyone in this house clearly agreed with him or you would have spoken out seeing as we are the house of bravery, I no longer see any reason to continue Quiditch when everyone on the team clearly despises me." I replied hotly. "You all have elected him as your unofficial leader, so what he says goes. If he says I am not even fit to eat at a table then surly being fit to compete representing out house then is out to, seeing that is more important than eating with it."
Suddenly there was a burst of manic laughter. My head whirled round. It was Bellatrix Black, seems like even now she's insane. "You are so foolish, remember anything old man?" She howled, directing this towards Dumbledore. He was pale, like he was watching a memory. "The day Tom Marvolo Riddle fought back…." She cackled crazily. I shivered; her laughter sank into my very soul. "Remember it? Oh I remember it like the day Myrtle my best friend died; it marked the beginning of a new dawn Dumbles do you know what your meddling has done now?" She smirked.
"What are you talking about?" A pale Ronald Weasley asked.
"It was second year; Tom had a tendency to help your house out with homework and gaining points. Then an idiot 6th year, very much like you Weasley tried to chuck him out of Slytherin, he of course exploded. Your foolish house backed them saying he was evil when the idiot 6th year spoke of his parseltongue. I think he said 'just because your parseltongue doesn't make your Slytherin royalty' though unlike Heather most of the people in our house had backed Tom up." She replied. "You have just triggered something that will one day prove to be your undoing!" She spat.
Much to my surprise Draco had chosen this precise moment to stand. "Look Heather ignore the total gits in your house, they're just being stupid."
"What?" Ron blinked.
"I wasn't talking to you Weasley; I was talking to my friend who now feels like you've completely betrayed her. If you were wise you'd shut the hell up right now, you have no idea what she is like. She's right if you truly knew her then you would know that she would never do anything to hurt a single person. You don't know her at all, never did. Do you have a clue what she's been put through? You just care about power and glory, not about people. Hell knows how many times she's put her life on the line because of you." He looked at him in disgust.
"You're defending that cow? We're your enemies for crying out loud." Ron refused to shut up and keep his mouth closed.
"You just said 'we're' implying that you and Heather agree and have an understanding yet you just called her a cow. She sure the hell isn't your friend Weasel, not anymore. You've betrayed her and for this she will never forgive you." He hissed. "Heather look I'll stick by you no matter what these bastards say, will you be willing to give me a second chance?" He bowed his head.
"Yes…" I murmured.
"You're betraying us for him?" Ron spat.
"You betrayed me Weasley, not the other way round. Do you think I would ever forgive you for this? At least Draco has never betrayed me; we just didn't get along did we?" I replied softly.
"Thank you Heather, unless Riddle has any serious objections then you can eat here at the Slytherin table." Draco smiled.
"Thank you Draco but I don't want to make things difficult for you." I smiled softly the rest of the hall was shocked wandering what the hell had just happened. Well to be honest I don't really care at the moment.
"It is fine Heather…" It was Bellatrix. I blinked. Was she really supporting me too? I thought she hated me for making Tom Marvolo Riddle acting weird.
"Am I going insane?" I murmured.
"Yes some of us are beginning to wonder..." Ron muttered before Angina woke up and wacked him around the face while glaring furiously at the idiot.
"Look Tom wouldn't mind at all, trust me. I may not like you very much but I'm beginning to think I initially misjudged you. From what I've seen today you've proved yourself worthy to sit at this table seeing as you didn't break down from those comments when most would and none deserve the treatment you have been given today. The fact the staff do nothing about this means that this school has indeed gone to the dogs since when Tom and were here. When that idiot 6th year did that in our second year not only had he lost the houses respect but he was given detention for a week and Gryffindor lost 75 points for it. I may not be the nicest person in the world but I hate what they have tried to do." She smiled gently.
"Thank you Bellatrix." I returned her smile.
"It is fine, and please call me Bella." She replied. "Oh don't blame all the Gryffindors, Neville isn't even in here. He probably would have supported you." She smiled softly.
"I know Nev is very kind and perceptive." I smiled slightly surprised that she seemed to have a soft spot for Nev seeing as what she would one day do to his life. Though maybe saying that, that is why she does care about the soft kind boy who loves herbology. I'm glad she doesn't completely hate me, or dislike Nev. Nev doesn't entirely like Bella but he is curious to what causes her to lose track of her 'dream' of becoming a healer.
"I know he seems very kind from what I've seen of him." She smiled softly. "Honestly it is perfectly fine with Slytherin if you come over here."
"Thank you." I smiled.
"Heather it is fine, you would have tried to help any of us if we were in trouble despite our house or family history. Please just come over." Draco grinned.
An: How was this chapter? I needed Heather to just finally lose it with most of the Gryffindors before anything else happened with Tom and her. I also want Bella and Heather to become closer during this story. I'll also begin to get the Voldermort of this time to start interfering more too. More plot twists and loops will begin to form but I needed this to get past first. How was Heathers rant? Was it realistic? I'm worried I went way too far with Finnegan, did I or did it just add to it? PLEASE REVIEW! Thank you if you have read this far and want to continue with it! In the next chapter there will be more interaction between Heather and Tom too. Please correct me if any of my facts were wrong too.