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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
29
Views:
3,122
Reviews:
12
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Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Draco and Ron glanced at one another, both fiddling with the shiny object on their shared desk and trying to figure it out without asking for help. Ron was fascinated by everything the professor brought to the class and shared. Draco was going to need treatment for his coma soon. It turned out he hadn’t been killed by Nott. The Slytherin had gotten in one punch, bruising his jaw, and he focused on his anger, pulverizing the other boy into the ground. It had been very satisfying, Ravenclaw gloating at the Slytherins about it for weeks. Theodore had hidden in the dungeons after that.
Professor Forrest slapped her hands together, catching everyone’s attention, “Alright, can anyone guess what it is? Yes?”
“A fax?”
Shaking her head, “No. Wrong chapter. Yes?”
“A phone?”
Sighing, “Did any of you even read your assignment? Yes?”
Ron shrugged, “A bat-ery?”
“Very good, Mr. Weasley. You are quite right. A battery. Five points to Gryffindor. Now, class is dismissed, and don’t forget, a field trip this Saturday.”
Draco glanced at Ron, taking the battery to the professor and speaking softly, “I can’t go.”
Forrest looked up slowly before blinking once, “And why would that be, Mr. Dumbledore?”
Swallowing, thinking quickly and trying to look like he wasn’t, “Um...my father didn’t sign his permission.”
Raising one eyebrow, she grabbed the parchment behind her and scrolled through her list, “No, no Albus’ name is right here so I’m afraid you are mistaken. You may leave, Mr. Weasley, he’ll just be a moment.” Ron frowned but left, standing outside and leaning up against the wall and stubbornly waiting, “Now, why don’t you really tell me what this is about, Draco?”
Draco ran a hand through his hair and shuffled his feet, “I...I didn’t want to take this class but Albus made me and I don’t want to go.”
Forrest slowly reached out her hands, taking each of his wrists. He flinched, more than violently and nearly stumbled away from her, “Calm down, Draco...now, see...they don’t feel so different, do they?” He frowned at her, shivering as her fingers delicately ghosted over his wrists, “I’m not magical, yet my hands don’t feel any different to you. My body is the same as yours...flesh and bone and blood...and it is no different with muggles-“
He wrenched his hands free. He didn’t like being touched. Not without his consent and especially not someone he didn’t trust, “I know what you’re wanting to do. What Albus wants and I can tell you it won’t happen.”
Leaning back on her desk, “What does he want?”
“He wants me to accept that muggles and wizards are no different...alright. Physically they are no different but what you want goes beyond that. I know Wizarding History.”
“But surely you can appreciate that a lack of knowledge and interaction is detrimental to the greater
good. Our cultures blended together can only make us stronger.”
“I know how our two worlds clashed and how many died because of our differences. And it was a war brought on by muggles because they couldn’t understand us and they feared what they couldn’t understand.”
“So retreat and seclusion is the only alternative?”
He sighed to himself. No, but it was the best one. He glanced at her from under his lashes, seeing her
toying with her fingers across her desk and realized something, “I know your goal, Professor, you want a world, one world, where muggles and wizards coexist without fear or separation. And it will never happen.”
“So you’ll remain ignorant and fail?”
Growling, “I’ll take this class and I’ll pass it but I will not accept it. No matter what my situation now I was raised a pureblood. I know the past, and to forget it dooms the future.”
Forrest frowned, “I may dream of it but I am a realist. I know it won’t come to pass. It is only a long term goal of mine.” A wry grin flittered across her face, “My short term is to take you and your classmates to a museum so you can appreciate the beauty in the muggle world before you learn about it’s ugliness...that is saved for a later year.” He frowned to himself before slowly nodding. He could deal with that. Gathering up his things, “And Draco...your violin is from that world...so you already have a taste of the beauty of it.” He felt his heart quicken at the thought. It hadn’t occurred to him, in all honesty. Music was a muggle commodity for the most part and one he was quite fond of. He nodded his head a little in acquiescence and left the room. He stopped short, mouth opening in surprise and jerked around to stare at Ron. He’d just been had. She’d persuaded him to going and made him feel it was his decision.
Shaking his head, “Damn...”
Ron frowned, “What’s wrong, mate?”
He glanced back over his shoulder and pondered this new development. Clever squib, “Nothing... nuthin’...”
***
Draco munched on a piece of chicken, ladling his soup and glancing over the letter he received. He frowned to himself, reading through it a second time with confusion. Who was this from? It had no signature, just to go out to the edge of the Forbidden Forest at nine o’clock that night. He didn’t like it. Not at all. Showing this to Albus immediately sprung to mind but then a calm washed over him. No. He needn’t talk to Albus. Everything was fine. He should finish his classes and slip outside after supper.
Harry frowned, watching Draco as the blond had stopped eating and seemed to be fighting with himself about something. When a blank look had all but appeared on his face he knew something was wrong, “Draco?”
The blond didn’t even acknowledge him and Cassie frowned at her friend, “Hey, silent boy...what’s wrong?”
Not so much as a twitch, his eyes glued to his parchment. Cassie and Harry shared a look, the girl pointing with a questioning expression to the letter. Harry gritted his teeth and instantly tore the letter from his hands. Draco went ballistic, yelling and swearing at him, held back just barely by Blaise who looked both startled and alarmed.
Hermione shot Harry a glance while helping Blaise and Pansy subdue the irate blond and Harry flipped the letter over. Something tried to settle on his mind. Telling him to do...something. Grimacing, he tore the letter in half and a calm instantly descended on the hall. The students had all fallen silent when Draco had started yelling like he was being murdered but now he was silent as well. Harry jerked back around to look at his brother, who’s mouth was open as he stared down at Harry’s hands.
“Harry?”
His eyes went to Draco’s who was starting to blink, looking around in confusion and not knowing why he’d been hysterical a moment before. Opening his mouth to try to explain, “Mr. Potter...would you like to explain what’s going on?”
Glancing over at Snape who was looking both bemused and slightly alarmed, “I-I think something’s wrong with this letter.”
He held it out to the potions master who carefully took both halves, muttering a few curses at it before his face tightened, “An Imperio Curse...” His eyes shuttered before he swept out of the hall, presumably to talk to Albus about it. Security must be tightened with the posts if that had managed to get through.
Draco and Ron glanced at one another, both fiddling with the shiny object on their shared desk and trying to figure it out without asking for help. Ron was fascinated by everything the professor brought to the class and shared. Draco was going to need treatment for his coma soon. It turned out he hadn’t been killed by Nott. The Slytherin had gotten in one punch, bruising his jaw, and he focused on his anger, pulverizing the other boy into the ground. It had been very satisfying, Ravenclaw gloating at the Slytherins about it for weeks. Theodore had hidden in the dungeons after that.
Professor Forrest slapped her hands together, catching everyone’s attention, “Alright, can anyone guess what it is? Yes?”
“A fax?”
Shaking her head, “No. Wrong chapter. Yes?”
“A phone?”
Sighing, “Did any of you even read your assignment? Yes?”
Ron shrugged, “A bat-ery?”
“Very good, Mr. Weasley. You are quite right. A battery. Five points to Gryffindor. Now, class is dismissed, and don’t forget, a field trip this Saturday.”
Draco glanced at Ron, taking the battery to the professor and speaking softly, “I can’t go.”
Forrest looked up slowly before blinking once, “And why would that be, Mr. Dumbledore?”
Swallowing, thinking quickly and trying to look like he wasn’t, “Um...my father didn’t sign his permission.”
Raising one eyebrow, she grabbed the parchment behind her and scrolled through her list, “No, no Albus’ name is right here so I’m afraid you are mistaken. You may leave, Mr. Weasley, he’ll just be a moment.” Ron frowned but left, standing outside and leaning up against the wall and stubbornly waiting, “Now, why don’t you really tell me what this is about, Draco?”
Draco ran a hand through his hair and shuffled his feet, “I...I didn’t want to take this class but Albus made me and I don’t want to go.”
Forrest slowly reached out her hands, taking each of his wrists. He flinched, more than violently and nearly stumbled away from her, “Calm down, Draco...now, see...they don’t feel so different, do they?” He frowned at her, shivering as her fingers delicately ghosted over his wrists, “I’m not magical, yet my hands don’t feel any different to you. My body is the same as yours...flesh and bone and blood...and it is no different with muggles-“
He wrenched his hands free. He didn’t like being touched. Not without his consent and especially not someone he didn’t trust, “I know what you’re wanting to do. What Albus wants and I can tell you it won’t happen.”
Leaning back on her desk, “What does he want?”
“He wants me to accept that muggles and wizards are no different...alright. Physically they are no different but what you want goes beyond that. I know Wizarding History.”
“But surely you can appreciate that a lack of knowledge and interaction is detrimental to the greater
good. Our cultures blended together can only make us stronger.”
“I know how our two worlds clashed and how many died because of our differences. And it was a war brought on by muggles because they couldn’t understand us and they feared what they couldn’t understand.”
“So retreat and seclusion is the only alternative?”
He sighed to himself. No, but it was the best one. He glanced at her from under his lashes, seeing her
toying with her fingers across her desk and realized something, “I know your goal, Professor, you want a world, one world, where muggles and wizards coexist without fear or separation. And it will never happen.”
“So you’ll remain ignorant and fail?”
Growling, “I’ll take this class and I’ll pass it but I will not accept it. No matter what my situation now I was raised a pureblood. I know the past, and to forget it dooms the future.”
Forrest frowned, “I may dream of it but I am a realist. I know it won’t come to pass. It is only a long term goal of mine.” A wry grin flittered across her face, “My short term is to take you and your classmates to a museum so you can appreciate the beauty in the muggle world before you learn about it’s ugliness...that is saved for a later year.” He frowned to himself before slowly nodding. He could deal with that. Gathering up his things, “And Draco...your violin is from that world...so you already have a taste of the beauty of it.” He felt his heart quicken at the thought. It hadn’t occurred to him, in all honesty. Music was a muggle commodity for the most part and one he was quite fond of. He nodded his head a little in acquiescence and left the room. He stopped short, mouth opening in surprise and jerked around to stare at Ron. He’d just been had. She’d persuaded him to going and made him feel it was his decision.
Shaking his head, “Damn...”
Ron frowned, “What’s wrong, mate?”
He glanced back over his shoulder and pondered this new development. Clever squib, “Nothing... nuthin’...”
***
Draco munched on a piece of chicken, ladling his soup and glancing over the letter he received. He frowned to himself, reading through it a second time with confusion. Who was this from? It had no signature, just to go out to the edge of the Forbidden Forest at nine o’clock that night. He didn’t like it. Not at all. Showing this to Albus immediately sprung to mind but then a calm washed over him. No. He needn’t talk to Albus. Everything was fine. He should finish his classes and slip outside after supper.
Harry frowned, watching Draco as the blond had stopped eating and seemed to be fighting with himself about something. When a blank look had all but appeared on his face he knew something was wrong, “Draco?”
The blond didn’t even acknowledge him and Cassie frowned at her friend, “Hey, silent boy...what’s wrong?”
Not so much as a twitch, his eyes glued to his parchment. Cassie and Harry shared a look, the girl pointing with a questioning expression to the letter. Harry gritted his teeth and instantly tore the letter from his hands. Draco went ballistic, yelling and swearing at him, held back just barely by Blaise who looked both startled and alarmed.
Hermione shot Harry a glance while helping Blaise and Pansy subdue the irate blond and Harry flipped the letter over. Something tried to settle on his mind. Telling him to do...something. Grimacing, he tore the letter in half and a calm instantly descended on the hall. The students had all fallen silent when Draco had started yelling like he was being murdered but now he was silent as well. Harry jerked back around to look at his brother, who’s mouth was open as he stared down at Harry’s hands.
“Harry?”
His eyes went to Draco’s who was starting to blink, looking around in confusion and not knowing why he’d been hysterical a moment before. Opening his mouth to try to explain, “Mr. Potter...would you like to explain what’s going on?”
Glancing over at Snape who was looking both bemused and slightly alarmed, “I-I think something’s wrong with this letter.”
He held it out to the potions master who carefully took both halves, muttering a few curses at it before his face tightened, “An Imperio Curse...” His eyes shuttered before he swept out of the hall, presumably to talk to Albus about it. Security must be tightened with the posts if that had managed to get through.