Author's Rant- Disclaimer? First chapter please.

Sorry for updating late but I have my reason which is, not getting enough reviews. I had actually planned to abandon this story what with the lack of interest I recieved from my readers. I don't know what you guys need to review but, just so you know, your reviews act as my motivator.

I never wanted to do this, but can I get 50 reviews before I write another chapter? Please?

Just a 'Good work Dev'would do wonders for me. Thank you!

Also, I haven't been able to contact my Beta reader, therefore please ignore my spelling and grammatical mistakes. Thank you!

Nothing more to say, therefore off you go!

"I am Talking."

'I am Thinking'

Spells

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The word 'History' literally means 'His' story and the his in any story is definitely the victor.

~R-Kade

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Previously in SotW-

There were a lot of maybes but one thing was certain, whatever his dearest DADA professor was doing was bad and Harry won't let him do it, plus he still needed his Potter invisibility cloak. Therefore he flicked his wand and whispered "Alohomora" there was no voice that indicated the unlocking of the door but Harry knew his spell had done it's job. This was the side effect of using silencing charms they silence whatever you want completely, not even the caster can get any voice from it afterwards.

Harry pushed the door two centimetres wide and peeped inside, what he saw made his vision go red with anger.

Silence of the Winters

- by Dev Sagittarius Black

~~Chapter 6: Deathly Halloween~~

Daphne Greengrass was having a perfect day, why? Because she had received your orders in a day! And considering her small transportation business started just two months ago, this was a very good thing for future possibilities.

Transportation business, it was the best way to make some extra cash at Hogwarts. It was actually started by her father who had to find some way to make more money out of the stipulated amount given to him by her grandfather.

So, instead of wasting it on useless things, he started buying things not allowed at Hogwarts and via a ward hole he found in school wards, he started supplying it successfully to his fellow school mates. After that he started buying goods at wholesale in summer and winter holidays, bringing it to school and then selling it at a higher price.

This was something he had given her and it made her feel independent, more responsible than others. And she wanted that. Also, there was no problem in dealing with her fellow students. Everyone, literally every-bloody-one wanted something or the other especially boys.

Boys followed her wherever she went asking to bring in one thing or the other just because they wanted some time with her. A smile here a laugh there, a wink here a wiggle there and BINGO! You have whatever the hell you want. Daphne knew how good she was in social skills and she was proud of that. She just needed five minutes with a guy to make him dance around her pinky.

All but one...Harry-Bloody-Potter!

The Potter heir was the single boy in whole of Hogwarts that dared make fun of her right in her face. Who the hell did he think he was? Alright he was heir and future lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble houses of Potter and Peverell something that was two levels higher than her house and three levels higher than herself. Okay, he was also brother to the supposed Boy-Who-Lived.

Anything else? No. Did he do something big enough to be a snobbish prat like he actually is? BIG NO! And she hated him for that. He was the first one who had made fun of her and she was determined to kick his shiny backdoor the moment she got her lucky chance.

This was what Daphne was musing about as she washed her hands in the second floor girl's washroom before she heard heavy footsteps behind her and moments later her world went black.

When Daphne next woke up there was something preventing her from opening her eyes, a blindfold maybe? She tried to wriggle a bit only to find both her hands and legs tied tightly and some hard surface beneath her. That's when she heard her captors' voice.

"Ooh my little princess woke up?"

'Ugh..old Warrington playing his games' Daphne thought with annoyance.

"She woke up earlier than planned, either she is stronger than we thought or Flint just wasn't able to hit hard." A commanding rough voice said and she groaned 'Pucey too...hard luck Daph'

"It wasn't me you idiot, Higgs was supposed to knock her out." Flint's sneer filled voice echoed in the unused classroom, then came an indignant 'HEY!' which Daphne knew came from Terrance Higgs.

"Stop bickering! It doesn't matter. We will wipe her memory out." Warrington tried to make sure they keep up with their timing.

"But none of us know how to obliviate someone. We could turn her into vegetable with our carelessness."

'Damnit Merlin, is everyone of the dark sect here?' Daphne groaned as she heard the voice of dear beaver face Rosier...Felix Rosier.

"No need for any of that. Let her remember who deflowered her today. She needs to be less prude. I hate that shiny arse dancing every now and then. She needs to know who to be afraid of." Pucey silenced them before commanding them "Higgs, Rosier de-robe her. We can't be out of feast for long."

For the second time in her life, Daphne felt fear. But she knew there wasn't anything she could do as she felt the vile hands of Higgs and Rosier on her body. She just had to accept her fate now...she WILL show them what it is to mess with a Greengrass.

Harry saw the scene unfurl infront of his eyes and felt like tearing the boys. He had low patience for wrong doers and zero for rapists. There were two ways he could go, either punish them himself or stun them and call the authorities. But then, what's the proof? They are five heirs, he was very sure who would win in the end.

'Shoot or Stun...Shoot or Stun...Think Potter!'

A redhead boy's hand going inside the tied girl's skirt answered his question as he flicked his wand out and pushed some magic in his Geminus ring to change his appearance and magical signature.

Harry's hairs elongated to his shoulder lenth and their colour turned silvery white as his eyes changed from forest green to sky blue. His height elongated to a 5'10" and his body got covered in midnight black robe from tip to toe ending with a hood falling halfway over his face.

Harry smirked as he pushed his wand just an inch inside and taking the advantage of his surprise element he shot two quick stunners towards both the seventh year Slytherin boys who fell like an overloaded sack of potatoes.

Left out boys jumped behind the fallen benches and shot a Warrington cried Reducto in Harry's direction who too dodged it and jumped inside shooting Ventus on the two torches pushing the room to utter blackness.

Harry knew he had to rely more on his senses and keep on dodging till he knocks out all of them. Right now he was at a disadvantage of three-to-one and he knew Warrington and Pucey well enough to know one of them would soon crawl out to Enerevate both Higgs and Rosier.

Harry smirked in darkness, it was quite some time since he had some fun like this. He sat back and spread out his sensor sheet to sense one of the boys moving towards the two fallen ones as slowly as he could. 'Well, we can't have than now, can we?'

"Reducto Maxima!" Harry cried and dodged an orange organ liquiefier from the far end of the room. He grinned when he heard the satisfying crunch of a body falling down.

The room was eerily quite and each of them knew there were only three of them now. No one dared to move or make a sound for the fear of another one cursing them instantly.

"Wh-who are you?" Flint finally broke up and asked out loud only to get a stunner straight in his open mouth. While Harry dodged a wide range reductor from the last one remaining. Unfortunately he was very near the three fallen boys.

Harry spurned out his sensor sheet and saw the last boy trembling a bit as he sat huddled behind a barricade of hidden benches near the bodies. Apparently he didn't knew how easily he could revive his fallen comrades. Or maybe he did and knew what could happen if he moved an inch out of his confined space.

Harry was getting bored of watching him sit there and do nothing. Why the hell was that idiot wasting his precious time chest. And like that, Harry knew his fun time ended and now begins the boring task of giving them their punishments...oh yeah, punishments.

Harry kept his sensor sheet active as he traversed the room once to make sure his targets were stunned properly before he revived Marcus Flint who woke up totally unaware of his situation. "WH-whazzit?" He asked groggily shaking his head to clear his empty brain box.

"Punishment." Harry told him in his magically repressed voice.

"What?" Flint asked trying to focus on the looming figure above him, he could make out a few things but nothing specific.

"You asked my name... Punishment." Harry told the older Slytherin before knocking him out again.

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The next ten minutes were the most horrifying ten minutes for Daphne Greengrass as she just heard a few continuos sounds of ripping-crunching-spell flashing-repeat. She didn't who this 'Punishment' guy was but she was very much in his debt. Infact, she knew she owed him her life and all the things a girl was proud of.

It was then that she felt her torn clothes being sewn shut. They won't be as good as they were before all this but that wasn't a problem, she was a Greengrass, she could buy Madam Malkins if she wanted to. Right now she just needed all the help she could get.

Just after Daphne felt the magical stitching being finished, light seeped through her blindfold meaning he had re-lighted the torches. She waited a few seconds to finally get rid of her binds but he didn't do anything like that. Why isn't he opening my binds? Is he planning to leave me like that?

Harry watched the tied girl with confusion in both, his eyes and mind, with just one question 'What now?' This wasn't meant to happen. He was just planning on saving her, but what about the aftermath? He knew someone would find the boys next morning but what of the tied girl? Should he untie her and show himself?

Not a chance!

Then, what to do...damnit Potter, think.

Harry got his answer from Daphne herself as she made some noise, as if trying to speak through her gag. He went forwards and removed the cloth gag. Not at all touching her blindfold.

"Th-thank you! I don't know who you are but you have helped me today. And i owe you my life for that." Daphne gave out and although he didn't ask for it, he wasn't someone to say no to such an important thing. Life debts are important afterall.

"Can you please untie me too? I wasn't to see you and Thank you properly." She tried her best convincing voice.

And this was what he was afraid of. Although he was having a false alibi, he still didn't want anyone to know it's him. Afterall he didn't have any other alibi either.

"I am willing to give an oath on my magic to not reveal your identity to anyone." Daphne finally gave in thinking righteously that this was what he was afraid of. Why? She had no idea.

Harry considered her statement and nodded to himself this could be arranged. And so, he gave his wand to her, permitting her to use it, as he couldn't find her wand. After the oath was done, Harry kept his wand back and untied her hands. She could easily untie her legs and blindfold, right?

Daphne was feeling, well, three different emotions- if it is even possible- all at the same time, fear, excitement, curiousity. She wanted to see this person, she was actually excited to meet someone who was able to subdue five seventh year studenta but she was a bit afraid of him. She owes him her life...how will he use it? What if he uses it now? For his personal pleasures?

'Calm down Greengrass, just remove your blindfold, that's it!' She thought and with slightly trembling fingers, she removed the blindfold, only to find the room completely empty...no one, not even a single living being was in sight.

'But how is that plausible even? Where did he go? I gave him an oath on magic for Merlin's sake!' She knew she should be happy about the fact that he didn't use her body like she was afraid he would. But that didn't ease her curiosity or fear of the mysterious fellow who literally owns her. She couldn't even check who he is until it's time for the Debt ritual when she is ready to be married.

Then Daphne looked around and it came to her like a sudden surge of astonishment that the room was literally devoid of any other living being. 'Where are the boys? Either he took them with himself or...they are here but disillusioned!' That's it! Disillusionment charm! It's idiotic to even think about carrying five unconscious nineteen year olds.

What did he do to hide them like this? Something really bad? She remembered how dirty and squishy those crunches were and she hated her gut instincts on this matter. But right now she needed to find the boys and tell Headmaster Dumbledore of their activities. And for that, she needed her wand, which was...?

Daphne's eyes widened as she remembered the last place her wand was with her just before going unconscious- Second floor girl's washroom! And she leaped of the desk before running down the deadly silent corridor.

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Harry ran as fast as he could before coming to a sudden halt just before a moving staircase. He had shrunk himself back to Harry Potter again and was now moving downstairs, or just anywhere where he could leave Daphne Greengrass. He didn't know her but could wager a good guess that she is the same Daphne about whom, Susan was telling him in infirmary.

And, alibi or not, he was NOT going to reveal himself to someone who was in constant contact with his friends. Especially after what he had done just moments ago to the five boys. He knew he was too harsh with them but in his eyes they were all rapists, and all rapists needed to be punished that way. He just hated rapists with contempt. Maybe it was some PTSD? Maybe.

Harry was just about to pass the second floor corridor when a very fowl smell blasted his nose buds and his extra sensitive nose made him double over staircase railing to stop him from gurgling out whatever he last ate.

Harry enforced his occulomency shields to full force and prevented his nose buds from smelling anything till released. He knew this smell, the same fowl smell he had encountered several times in the neighbouring forests. The smell of a troll. Precisely a fully grown-up troll. Which sub-species? No idea.

Harry groaned as he heard a girlish scream that screamed (no puns intended) someone is in grave danger and had just met her own lil cause of death. He was hating Halloween more and more now. He so wanted to leave whoever it was to her fate but knew that the 'good boy' in him won't let him do that. So he sprinted off in the direction from which he heard that blasted girl scream.

Arriving at the site of destruction Harry didn't know what he had expected but watching a HUGE mountain troll swinging his club, smashing wash basins as one Hermionie Granger kept on wailing beneath one of the basins and another girl from Slytherin knocked out unconscious in one of the stalls was certainly not one of his expectations.

Oh and did he mention two idiots, both redheads, one Weasley and one-to his great shame- Potter, throwing bathroom tiles at the troll to get his attention before running away from a swinging club that would smash them to puddle if it ever got lucky. No? Well, there you have it.

Harry knew he should run and call the teachers instead of running head-on in the little battle but he also knew his fat brother and lazy arse Weasley would very soon tire themselves out and get killed by the time he brought the professors, not that it would be a great lose but he was afraid that if this happens earlier than expected then the troll would surely kill Granger and that fallen Slytherin. That was something he can't let happen. Why? Because that would mean killing a good lot of brainpower and Harry was completely against ruining such strong potential.

"What the bloody hell are you doing there, watching the show?! Co-" Alan's rant was stopped as someone shrieked behind Harry.

"TRACEY!"

Both Harry and Alan turned to see Daphne Greengrass, her eyes bulging out of her socket with tears forming in them, her mouth wide open and an aghast look on her face. She then turned towards the troll and- call it an adrenaline rush or just plain stupidity- shoved Harry out of her way as she threw a large piece of stone straight at the troll's chest making the huge creature stagger a bit groaning as he rubbed the spot.

Before shaking his head and snarling at Daphne with bloodthirsty eyes full of vengeance.

Daphne gulped whatever she had and looked towards the wash basin where she was washing her hands before getting kidnapped. No trace of her wand. She knew they would have thrown her wand but she wanted to believe them to be stupid enough to not to do so.

"Aquamenti Maxima!" Harry cried out pointing his black, deathwood wand towards the fowl creature, drenching him in cold water from tip to toe.

"Flippendo" Harry shot again forcing the bulking thing to stagger back before tumble down and fall on his gigantic buttocks. It's tough, magic resistant skin making it hard to flip.

"Aquamenti" This time the water summoning charm was for drenching the part of floor beneath the fallen troll who was moving relatively fast for someone his size.

But Harry wasn't in mood to entertain this anymore than required, therefore he kept on with his plan before the troll could get a whiff of what was about to happen, "Glacius Maxima!" He froze the water beneath the troll making the floor slippery enough for a gargantuan like him.

Everyone was looking at Harry with wide eyes as he single handedly kept on battling with the troll and looked like he was actually going to win! Daphne, with her magical training of three years could actually sense the magically charged atmosphere around the green eyed mage as he kept on firing spell-after-spell as rapidly as possible. She wondered if he had THIS much power and was this THIS good with spells, then why the hell gave away as just an average kid in their year?

"Impedimenta" Harry cried out making the troll slow down and easier to shoot his master stroke. Afterall, it was time to end this small show. He smirked and shouted out loud "CLOSE YOUR EYES EVERYONE!" Almost immediately everyone either closed their eyes or ducked their head.

"BOMBARDA MAXIMA! " Harry screamed targeting the blasting curse at the troll's bulbous head before ducking and shielding himself from the chunks of blood, muscle and bones that fell out of the falling troll. Hermionie shrieked a bit as she saw green mucilaginous blood splatter on her forearm.

Ultimately the huge 12 feet tall, full grown mountain troll fell with a vibrating thump so loud that the vibrations could be felt by every student inside the room.

"Is-is it de-dead?" Weasley stuttered coming back from his hide out behind the fallen stones and stall doors.

"No, just taking a small power nap." Harry said, his voice full of sarcasm, like seriously man! you just saw it's head get blast to smithereens and this is what you ask? Were you hit that hard in childhood?

"TRACEY!" Daphne cried as she ran towards the still unconscious girl who was now under some rubble thankfully nothing that could've harmed her seriously. Except the cut on her head from where blood was seeping in her white shirt.

Footsteps were heard behind them and Harry stood to a side as Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape and Quirrinus Quirrel came into view, stopping at the bathroom's threshold from where one of the troll's smelly leg was poking out.

"Merlin!" McGonagall gasped and held her chest in shock as she took in the scene presented before her eyes. A very much dead troll, a destroyed washroom, three of her lions, two Slytherins and one Ravenclaw- surprisingly, all in first year. Just what she had wanted to see today after killing a troll near the fifth floor staircase.

"You lot. Explain. Now!" She shrieked barely containing her rage.

Harry kept on looking at all of them, keeping a close eye on Quirrel. The two Gryffindor boys looked at each other before Alan launched into a detailed explanation of how he and Ron came here to save Hermione and had nearly exhausted the troll by using spells taught to him by Mrs Weasley. He also told them that the duo would have easily subdued the troll if not for Harry barging in and becoming a liability.

McGonagall nodded shooting Harry an inquisitive glance as she thought the elder Potter to be better than the idiot his actions proved he is. She then turned towards Hermionie who shrunk under the Transfiguration mistres' glare, "And why did you need to be rescued? What were you doing here in the first place?"

"I-I...I thought I had read enough about trolls to be able to subdue one of them easily. Guess I am not as good as I thought myself to be." She said and hung her head in shame.

"Ofcourse you aren't. You are nothing more than a big mouth who thinks herself to be better than her peers so much that you ignore blatant orders from Headmaster himself." Snape sneered at her as the girl kept on hanging her head in shame.

"And what about the Ravenclaw Potter and the two Slytherin girls?" McGonagall asked eying the remains ones.

"I guess I will ask the Slytherin girls myself when one of them is capable of answering. You can take care of elder Potter. Merlin knows they cause enough trouble as it is." Snape drawled making Alan red while Harry's face didn't give any emotion.

"So, may we know what were you exactly doing here Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked with fake sweetness lacing her words.

"I was going towards the kitchen when I heard a girl's scream and came here to check it " Harry told her in a completely calm voice that didn't give out any of the guilt he had for destroying the five boys or pride for destroying the troll or the thrill even of having blood on his hands after quite some time.

"Why weren't you at the Halloween feast?" She asked him again.

Harry just shrugged "Personal reasons."

"Potter there's a troll roaming the corridors I am-"

"Was professor, there 'was' a troll roaming the corridors. He is dead now and I suppose healing the wounded is way more important than asking questions which could be done at a later date in an office enclosed by walls on four sides and a strong ceiling on the top." He wasn't saying it but they could sense the slight amount of anger that sunk in his words.

"I guess we could hear-"

"P-Professor McGonagall" McGonagall was yet again stopped but this time it was the DADA professor who stopped her "I-I guess Mr. Ha-Harry Potter is corr-ect. W-We need to ch-check Miss-s Davis fir-s-s-t." He said smiling reassuringly at her and the at Harry.

McGonagall thought for a while before looking towards them with finality in her eyes "Who killed the troll?"

No one said a word untill Hermione spoke "Harry killed it professor. He successfully subdued the troll and then killed it."

"You single handedly killed a fully grown-up troll?!" There was clear astonishment in her words which was not so surprising seeing the killer here was a simple average first year boy, atleast in her eyes.

Harry just shrugged. He wasn't interested in taking credits and now he so wanted to kill Granger for pushing him as centre of attention. This was one of the reasons he didn't want to take part in any of this hogwash.

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"What's their condition Poppy?"

They were in the hospital wing under the deputy headmistress' eyes. She had awarded thirty points to her cubs and deducted twenty five for not abiding by the rules. Harry was not awarded points till he tells them his reasons for not attending the Halloween feast while the two Slytherin girls were left because they were present at the wrong moment and just caught in the crossfire.

Poppy Pomfrey, the aged mediwitch of Hogwarts serving the legendary castle since November 1974 was standing near one Hermione Granger's bed muttering charms and shaking her head in disappointment as the results flashed out before her.

"A concussion, fractured arm not more than a hair lining and broken carpals." Pomfrey muttered as she arranged her potions for curing all of them before turning to her colleague.

"Weasley, Greengrass and Both the Potters are free to go, they just need a good night's rest. But, Davis and Granger need to spend a night here." She told her and started removing the useless potions back to her cupboard.

McGonagall nodded and turned towards the group allowed to move out with a very stern expression "I won't be able to take all of you to your common rooms therefore I am taking the Gryffindors and expect you Potter and Greengrass to go to your respective common rooms only. If I find you roaming the halls after this, I am going to deduct twenty points every time I find you. Am I clear?" She nodded as they acquiesced before moving out of the hospital wing.

Daphne too bid good night to her friend and moved with towards McGonagall's waiting group. Finally, Harry was about to move when someone grabbed his hand. He turned to look at the lying down slytherin girl who was looking at him with pleading puppy dog brown eyes "Please...I need your help." She wasn't holding his hand too tightly but he was curious as to why she would ask his help.

"We have allies in our common room, but the passage isn't safe. She has already been harmed leading us to this condition. Can you...can you please escort Daphne till the common room?" Maybe it was the puppy dog eyes or maybe it was the pure honesty that shone in her tears. Harry had no idea what it really was but he agreed to do it. Why? No idea. Was it because he had just seen what Daphne had to ho through not hours ago? Maybe.

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The group moved together till the point of divergence from where McGonagall took the Gryffindors and Harry accompanied Daphne towards the dungeons.

"You don't need to accompany me, I can take care of myself." Daphne said in her haughty above the world voice. Though she was secretly glad that he did because she wasn't sure if she was as good as him with her wand. She knew politics, afterall she had been training in the arts from age seven and by the best politician no less!

But with wand? Daphne knew she was good but fight a troll single handedly? Not at all. Then again, it gave rise to another question of why down your talent and level of proficiency in classes when you could be the most brilliant one? But right there was something else she needed to clear out.

"Th-thanks." Daphne stuttered a bit as if tasting the new word on her tongue. She waited for a response but got none from him. Maybe he didn't hear it properly?

"Thank you, Potter." She tried once more only to get silence as response.

"When someone Thanks you, you need to say something like you're welcome or no problem or something like that." She scoffed trying to get a rise out of him.

Silence

"Ugh...you know that it's still atleast 200 steps till we reach Slytherin common room, right?" She asked him with faux curiousity.

"Yes." Harry's reply was as cold as ever making her shiver a bit.

"Well then, you can atleast say something to not to make this small walk difficult. And by the way, how do you know where the Slytherin common room is?" This time it was real curiosity because she knew that a common room's address wasn't public knowledge for everyone to read, it was just for the inmates to know where the exact location was supposed to be.

Yet again Daphne got nothing but silence from the cold prince of Ravenclaw. Daphne 'Ugh-ed' then huffed and finally with her characteristic haughty sniff she stomped the rest of the way faster than Harry.

Just before Daphne was about to say the monthly password someone grabbed her arm and pulled her to a nearby alcove. Pushing her back towards the cold stone wall and trapping her front by his presence. And she came face-to-face with the most mesmerizing green eyes she had ever seen just inches away from hers.

"Leave me Potter! Weren't able to keep your filthy paws away for long were you." Daphne retorted but knew if he had wanted to do anything out of order, he wouldn't have waited for her to reach the common room where she could easily shout for help. Was it because he wanted to humiliate her more by using her near her common room?

"I didn't say 'no problem' because it was problematic, I didn't say 'anytime' because I won't put myself in danger for saving you, I didn't say 'You're welcome' because you most certainly aren't. Other responses were as useless as your Thank you." Hs voice was devoid of the impatient anger she knew he was trying to control.

"I wasn't making this walk difficult by keeping silent. I was just minding my own business and was hoping you would do so too. I don't think one needs to talk to be able to walk, you might be some special case if you do." Harry spoke softly and she knew better than to refute him right now. "Also, we Ravenclaws are given a map of Hogwarts with all the house common rooms and publicly available places on our first night here."

"Lastly" Daphne gulped as she saw those green eyes flare with restrained power that could easily level down an alleyway even "You may think yourself as beautiful but you are still not beautiful enough to make me lose my control. Be happy you are alive for accusing me with such a shameful act. Night."

Harry released her and moved towards the great hall leaving an afraid yet curious girl standing in a deserted dungeon corridor who wasn't going to rest until she had received all her answers about the mysterious brother of Boy-Who-Lived. She smirked as a plan started forming in her head, "Come back soon Tracey, we have got some work to do." She said and went back inside her common room.

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Harry was walking towards the staircase deep in thought, Greengrass had nearly caught his slip. He knew she was not as gullible as the rest of his friends and therefore could cause some serious trouble.

This was why he had to show a bit of his anger and power, just so he could push down her 'direct' inquisitiveness. Cause he very well knew that she would find some other way to barge in his life, now that her curiosity has been pricked.

When she had thanked him, he was a bit confused as to why she was thanking him. Part of him was afraid she had seen him run and had joined the dots that he was the one who had rescued her. But that wasn't possible as he knew he ran away before she could remove her blindfold. Then he remembered she was there when he took that idiot troll down.

And then that 'Slytherin Common room's address' part, guess his real answer of 'I read your mind despite the Class three occulomency shields' would not have been taken as lightly as the 'I got a map' one.

Well, guess what? He was really tired to waste his brain cells on such a stupid matter. Where to now? Kitchen or dorms?

'Grumble'

Kitchen it is then...what can he say, defeating rowdy rapists and killing trolls always made him hungry.

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