Memoirs of a Serpent's Son

Memoirs Of a Serpent’s Son

--Age 11 – part 2

First Quidditch match –fall term

I honestly think there is something terribly wrong with the world at the moment. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going my way and that is not natural. It’s all Potter’s fault. Entirely. There is no one else to blame but him.

Slytherin played their first Quidditch match against Gryffindor today. Potter’s first Quidditch match ever. I have to say, Hogwarts matches are much more impressive than I expected them to be. There is some real talent among those players… not all of them, of course, but it makes for good entertainment.

Anyway, I went in feeling confident. Slytherin hadn’t lost to Gryffindor in ages and I was sure that Potter wasn’t going to change that. The match started well, Slytherin was playing adequately enough. Hooch was the referee and called all sorts of unjustified fouls against the team. She clearly favoured the Gryffindors, but no matter, we were still doing better.

I was trying to keep my eyes on the match but I kept looking back at Potter. I don’t know what the hell he was doing. His broom was bucking and he looked as though he was having a lot of trouble to stay on. I wanted to laugh because he couldn’t even control a Nimbus Two Thousand, but I couldn’t. It kind of freaked me out to see that. I tried to ignore him. I figured he was just trying to get attention or something. Maybe it was one of those stupid Gryffindor tactics, to draw attention away from the actual game so they can blindsight us. I don’t know. I can’t think like those idiots do.

But I couldn’t stop looking at him. People in the crowd around me started following my gaze too. They started pointing and laughing. They’d elbow me in the side just to make sure I was looking at the same thing. I tried to laugh but it came out painful. The whole sight of it was more disturbing than anything else.

Just as I thought I was going mad, though, Potter’s broom stops bucking and he goes into a straight dive for the ground and then tumbles onto the pitch pulling something tiny and gold out of his mouth. I couldn’t do anything but stare dumbstruck. He’d caught the damn snitch in his mouth.

He’s such a prat! I can’t believe that they let that count!! I mean it’s not strictly against the rules but that can’t be acceptable in a real Quidditch game!! Flint was complaining about he’d almost swallowed it, he didn’t catch it. I’m inclined to agree with him but the idiot Hooch let it go anyway. I told you. Everyone favours Potter.

It was kind of an amazing catch though….

NO NO IT WASN’T. ARGH.

Well it serves the Slytherins right. They obviously cannot win without me on the team. They’ll see next year. I should have been the youngest seeker in a century. Father said that I shouldn’t worry because it will all work out next year. He promised me it would.

It better…

*****

Christmas

I tried to make light of the whole loss to Gryffindor by making jokes about Potter. Things like they’d replace him with a wide-mouthed tree frog or something like that. I didn’t think too long on it because I realized it wasn’t getting good reviews with the people around me. They were all too impressed with how well he’d stayed on his broom. It wasn’t that impressive. Honestly, these simple-minded peasants are so easily impressed.

I went back to the old classics anyway. Weasley is staying at Hogwarts with Potter over Christmas. So I taunted him about it. Honestly, they should just expect to be made fun of by now. It’s our happy little dynamic. I make fun of them, they take it personally, try to get back at me and get in trouble for it. It’s a cycle we’ve created and they should just expect it. But every time I do something, it’s as though it surprises them and renews their anger towards me. It’s not healthy for them to be so oblivious to that. Really, they should wake up.

Problem is, after I made fun of them, I heard Potter say something rather hurtful that was never supposed to be part of the whole game.

He said he hates me.

That’s just not fair. How can he hate me? He doesn’t even know me! He hasn’t made any kind of effort to know me either! He’s basing himself off of stupid schoolyard tactics. He can’t know who I am from that. He can’t possibly assume that he knows the first thing about me, so what is he basing his hate off of??

I never said I hated him! I’ve never done something that bad to him either! At least nothing that he hasn’t miraculously gotten out of, anyway. I mean…. Hold on…

……

No no, I just checked back through my entries (I guess my Father was right about this being a useful tool). I’ve never said I hated him. I did say I wanted to kill him but that was just out of anger!

But Potter hates me…

Fine. Fine, if he wants it that way then I’ll hate him back. I will. That it, it’s decided. I don’t have to be so considerate. I can be meaner than I am. I can cause him some real hell if he wants it that way. Fine.

******

Quidditch: Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff –spring term

Bloody hell. This school is becoming a bad influence on me. I’m beginning to use vulgar expressions now just to deal with my anger and frustration. Father used to give me alternate ways to deal with situations that weren’t going my way. But I don’t have the luxury of those kinds of things here. Damn school.

Gryffindor played Hufflepuff today and Saint Potter got to show off again. He didn’t get to do as much as usual though because Snape was referee. I decided to watch from his side of the pitch this time. I sat myself just behind Weasel and Granger (whom I’ve yet to find a suitable name for). I guess I went a little too far in my comments this time around because Weasel turned around and hit me. He started a brawl right then and there amidst all the other students. Really, it was very inconsiderate.

Worst part was I missed the whole match because I was trying to keep his filthy hands off me and get off the ground. Not that it really lasted long because the match was only five minutes or something. Fancy that.

Potter made the fastest catch of the Snitch in history. Or something. Honestly, the shortest match ever because he had to show off and be the ‘Amazing Harry Potter’ again. And I missed it. I missed his miraculous capture because of his hot-headed friend.

I can’t believe it. My face still feels puffy from the fight and I got nothing out of it. Nothing. I hate them both. There I said it too. I can hate them just as much as they hate me. It’s not that hard…

Why is it so hard for him to be near me? It’s not like I’m repulsive like Granger or anything…

Forget it.

******

Ahahahaha today was a good day. The first in a while, it seems, I know. But it was a good day. I overheard Potter talking to his friends about something very interesting and very illegal today. He was telling his friends about how that oaf Hagrid’s DRAGON was going to hatch tonight.

A DRAGON HATCHING.

He knows I heard him too. It was obvious. Perhaps I’m not so good at concealing my amusement but I didn’t care.

I followed them down to the little hut and stood outside waiting. If Potter was going to get to see the hatching of an illegal dragon, then so was I. There’s no reason he should be allowed to have all the fun.

It was really, rather amazing. The little dragon cracked open the shell and rolled out in a little sticky mess before coughing some flames and waltzing around the table. At least that’s what I saw. I was on tiptoe on a broken wooden crate outside the tiny window. It was kind of hard to see.

Potter saw me though. He saw me in the window and I bolted. It didn’t matter though because I had something on them and they had nothing on me. I can use this whenever I feel like it.

I won’t though. I won’t go tell on their beloved giant. Just to show them how lucky they are that I’m not as villainous as they think I am. They should do well to remember this.

This is my little moment of glory and I’m going to revel in it. Potter must be wringing himself in bed right now.

*****

Alright so there was a little kink in my wonderful plan. Again. Damn Potter.

They didn’t appreciate my kindness, I guess. I heard him talking about how he’s going to bring the dragon up to the Astronomy Tower tonight to give it to some people to take away. So that the oaf and all don’t get into trouble.

Idiot.

I can’t have that. I went to try and warn Filch. Potter can’t think that he would get away with disregarding my kindness. I tried to show him that. Clearly, Filch is a moron though. He didn’t believe me. Honestly, what reasons do I have to lie??

Ok, so I’ve been trying to get Potter expelled from day one, but that’s really not enough to make precedence against me!

He gave me a detention. The fool. I want to write to Father and get him to revoke it or get Filch sacked but I’m under the impression that I’d suffer more from getting the detention than Filch will from getting fired.

It’s probably just writing lines anyway…. I suppose I’ll just suck it up and do it.

Damn Potter. It’s all his fault.

*****

Detention was NOT writing lines. They sent us into the FORBIDDEN FOREST. Wait until Father hears about it. He’ll have a field day. Honestly, that is not acceptable. There are dangerous things in that forest and there is a REASON it’s FORBIDDEN.

Something that pleased me, though, was that Potter, Granger and Longbottom got detention too. I guess my sacrifice wasn’t entirely for nothing.

But the night was really just one wrong turn after another. I asked for Fang because I figured that having a massive dog with me to fight off werewolves and other creatures would be a positive thing, but then I find out he’s a bloody coward. Great. So then what does the oaf do? He pairs me with Longbottom!

He sends me off into the forest with a coward and a useless lump of a wizard. Honestly, I might as well have put out a call to all werewolves just to come right ahead and eat me then and there.

I had some fun though. I played a little prank on Longbottom just to amuse myself. We weren’t finding anything and I was getting nervous. It was just to help calm myself down. I didn’t think he’d take it so badly. But I got something better out of it than I could have hoped…

Hargid paired me with Potter instead.

So I walked around, alone with Potter in the Forbidden forest for a while. I could feel the tension on the air between us and it bothered me that he wouldn’t even look at me. He wouldn’t talk or pay any attention to me. He didn’t even ask me why I scared Longbottom the way I did. It was as though I meant nothing to him. Just like a ghost, floating on the periphery of his world and unimportant.

There’s nothing that bothers me more than being unimportant to someone. I’m a Malfoy. Of COURSE I’m important.

I was kind of sulking, I suppose, when Potter stopped dead and held out his arm to stop me too. I ran into his arm and he held it there for a moment.

I don’t know what to say about that. The touch sent shivers down my back and made me look at him instead of whatever he was looking at. When I finally did turn around, there was a black hooded creature that was drinking blood straight from the dead body of a unicorn.

I remember clearly there was a moment of motionless fear. I couldn’t hear or feel or even think while I looked at it. I knew Potter was moving or saying something. I don’t really know. All I know was that I screamed at the top of my lungs and bolted, with Fang alongside me. I ran.

I ran and I left him there alone.

I feel like a bloody coward for that, but it wasn’t my fault. I tried to tell them there were dangerous things in the forest and that it’s no place for students. I couldn’t help it. It’s not my fault Potter is daft and didn’t know better than to run too.

It’s his fault not mine…

But he did try to stop me… was he trying to protect me? Treating me like those other people he defends every day?

No, no. It doesn’t matter. I hate him. He hates me. It’s settled. It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing there.

Nothing. No chance for friendship anymore. No.

*****

End of Year feast

No progress whatsoever. I don’t care anymore.

Potter went and did the stupidest thing in the world and came out the hero, AGAIN. He risks his life, uses magic on his friend, breaks virtually ALL the school rules and yet, nothing. No, for Potter, we can’t possibly reprimand him for it. No, it’s surely more suitable to reward him for his stupidity.

Gryffindor literally STOLE the House Cup from Slytherin because the bumbling old fool Dumbledore decided to award last minute points to the Golden Trio and the idiot Longbottom. HE DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING.

ARGH.

I don’t care I don’t care anymore!! Potter can HAVE his bloody cup. He can HAVE his rewards and his fans and his popularity and everything I don’t CARE!

I’ll show him next year. I’ll knock him back into place and show him where he belongs. Show him he’s not more special than anyone else and he certainly isn’t more special than I am.

Just wait….next year, he’ll see.

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A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews from last chapter! I’m glad you are enjoying it! I’ll do my best not to rush things too much, but still get to the older years in good time, since it’s easier to work with then. I hope you enjoyed this part too! Next up will be second year, which promises interesting entries because of the Chamber and all. Again, reviews make me live and write! *love*

I also forgot to mention that I often write to music, so if anyone is interested, the songs that I find go best with this fiction as a whole (by the end and all) are My Chemical Romance -House of Wolves, and Thank You For the Venom....as well as Damien Rice -Rootless Tree....and if I find more then I shall post them as well. If you guys have suggestions for songs that you think would go well with this, also feel free to suggest them!