Evil in His Mind
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Adult +
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4
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2,522
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7
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chapter 4
AU: so I seem to write the shortest chapters in the world. I'm trying to make them longer I swear. Enjoy and review.
Harry pressed himself further into the small space he had found for himself. A half mad laugh escaped him. Most people were afraid of small spaces, he was petrified of open areas, especially now. It seemed that the girl he had frightened had gone running to the entire student body. Now an unofficial man hunt was underway and the teachers turning a bloody blind eye to it all. Dame them and dame the fool Gryffindor’s seemed to be leading it against him, so mush for loyalty.
*So quickly they turn against you. Less than a year since our joining and already they hate you*
“Because of you”
*No because of you*
“Potter you really shouldn’t be…umm… talking to your self if you don’t want to be found.”
Harry’s eyes shot up to glare into silver ones, fright coursing though his body. “Malfoy are you here to drag me to the mob, or just plan on taunting?”
Silver eyes crinkled in disgust, the mere thought of fallowing the crowd seemed to disgust him. “Just thought I’d puzzle out the riddle you left Uncle Sev and I this morning. Who would of thought the Golden Boy would run in fright.” The full Malfoy sneer taunting full force, dripping from his words.
Sighing, Harry heaved himself to his feet, resigned to fallow the blond git. Besides anything was better than staying there and perhaps the old saying ‘enemy of my enemy’ might come into play.
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As soon as Draco had heard the news rippling though the student body he had gone to his godfather.
“The students are… hunting Potter. Some stupid first year claims he’s trying to kill her, like he’d even give her the time of day. But they’ve banded together, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and leading the pack Gryffindor.” He reported, well rambled after he noticed his godfathers reaction. He was drawing on all his childhood training to not flinch away. It was like watching fire turn to ice, anyone around would have understood why this man should be feared.
“Draco call the counsel”
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Counsel had been Draco’s idea in second year. Within Slytherin there was a hierarchy of leaders, normally around four. This was considered the high counsel. The lesser counsel consisted of a single elected leader from each year. And of course the overseer was the house head, Professor Snape. The ultimate form of government as far as Slytherin was concerned and less of a hassle the to original free for all. The counsel now sat looking with interest at Draco, the rest of Slytherin waited in their rooms for word from the lesser counsel. Despite the dislike for the decision made here, the rest would fallow it.
Draco called for attention, not that it was needed but formalities had to be fallowed. “We call this meeting to discus a unfortunate incident that might need our help”
A growl escaped the Professor as he stepped forward to take over. “The matter is simple. Find Mr.Potter before the school does and bring him here, untouched, end of unfortunate incident.” Bewildered glazes gazed up at them, all seemed to ask; Potter?. The cold furry came rushing back. “NOW”. The look could have coated then with ice.
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Draco had been lucky really. Having sent his Slytherin’s off, he had wandered aimlessly trying to think only to come across the subject of his confusion.
A soft hissing sound had drawn his attention to a dark alcove. A slight red glow softly lighting a slight figure. It was a truly frightening sight. Potter, the savior, curled into a small dark ball, eyes glowing a bloody red, the power seeping out as if it was tears, and all the while the rocking boy was speaking to himself in parceltongue.
Definitely not a sight for the weak hearted. Luckily, Draco thought to himself, he was not Gryffindork and therefore not weak hearted. Gathering all his Ice Prince
arrogance he plunged himself in to the world that is Harry Potter.
Harry pressed himself further into the small space he had found for himself. A half mad laugh escaped him. Most people were afraid of small spaces, he was petrified of open areas, especially now. It seemed that the girl he had frightened had gone running to the entire student body. Now an unofficial man hunt was underway and the teachers turning a bloody blind eye to it all. Dame them and dame the fool Gryffindor’s seemed to be leading it against him, so mush for loyalty.
*So quickly they turn against you. Less than a year since our joining and already they hate you*
“Because of you”
*No because of you*
“Potter you really shouldn’t be…umm… talking to your self if you don’t want to be found.”
Harry’s eyes shot up to glare into silver ones, fright coursing though his body. “Malfoy are you here to drag me to the mob, or just plan on taunting?”
Silver eyes crinkled in disgust, the mere thought of fallowing the crowd seemed to disgust him. “Just thought I’d puzzle out the riddle you left Uncle Sev and I this morning. Who would of thought the Golden Boy would run in fright.” The full Malfoy sneer taunting full force, dripping from his words.
Sighing, Harry heaved himself to his feet, resigned to fallow the blond git. Besides anything was better than staying there and perhaps the old saying ‘enemy of my enemy’ might come into play.
.....................................................................................................................................
As soon as Draco had heard the news rippling though the student body he had gone to his godfather.
“The students are… hunting Potter. Some stupid first year claims he’s trying to kill her, like he’d even give her the time of day. But they’ve banded together, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and leading the pack Gryffindor.” He reported, well rambled after he noticed his godfathers reaction. He was drawing on all his childhood training to not flinch away. It was like watching fire turn to ice, anyone around would have understood why this man should be feared.
“Draco call the counsel”
....................................................................................................................................................
Counsel had been Draco’s idea in second year. Within Slytherin there was a hierarchy of leaders, normally around four. This was considered the high counsel. The lesser counsel consisted of a single elected leader from each year. And of course the overseer was the house head, Professor Snape. The ultimate form of government as far as Slytherin was concerned and less of a hassle the to original free for all. The counsel now sat looking with interest at Draco, the rest of Slytherin waited in their rooms for word from the lesser counsel. Despite the dislike for the decision made here, the rest would fallow it.
Draco called for attention, not that it was needed but formalities had to be fallowed. “We call this meeting to discus a unfortunate incident that might need our help”
A growl escaped the Professor as he stepped forward to take over. “The matter is simple. Find Mr.Potter before the school does and bring him here, untouched, end of unfortunate incident.” Bewildered glazes gazed up at them, all seemed to ask; Potter?. The cold furry came rushing back. “NOW”. The look could have coated then with ice.
............................................................................................................................
Draco had been lucky really. Having sent his Slytherin’s off, he had wandered aimlessly trying to think only to come across the subject of his confusion.
A soft hissing sound had drawn his attention to a dark alcove. A slight red glow softly lighting a slight figure. It was a truly frightening sight. Potter, the savior, curled into a small dark ball, eyes glowing a bloody red, the power seeping out as if it was tears, and all the while the rocking boy was speaking to himself in parceltongue.
Definitely not a sight for the weak hearted. Luckily, Draco thought to himself, he was not Gryffindork and therefore not weak hearted. Gathering all his Ice Prince
arrogance he plunged himself in to the world that is Harry Potter.