Harry Potter VS Murphy\'s Law
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Harry Potter AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,805
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Explosive End
“The year that Sirius Black was lurking about the grounds of Hogwarts!”
“That doesn’t tell me much." Harry admitted
------------- FLASHBACK TIME ---------
“Jumped-up mudblood; I’ll get even with her if it’s the last thing I do!” Draco snarled, holding a handkerchief to his slightly crooked nose. The white cloth was already stained red with quite a bit of blood.
Goyle leaned in close, eyeing him. “Merlin’s balls, I think your nose is broken, Draco…”
“Why don\'t you just state the bloody obvious, you git! Shut UP, Goyle, I can tell it’s broken!” He snapped angrily as they hurried up the stairs toward the hospital wing.
“Thrice-damned Gryffindors…” Crabbe growled as he huffed along after Draco. He hated these stupid stairs; he wished they were old enough to apparate already. After they topped the stairs they would have to run down several long hallways before they got to the hospital wing as well but there was nothing for it; Draco did need to get to the hospital wing and get his nose healed.
Goyle was furious now, hating the fact that he\'d said something stupid once again and Draco was angry with him again. “I’m gonna throttle the next one I see!”
Draco gave his flunkie a warning glare. “Don’t be a fool, Goyle; Professor Snape said he’d have our hides if we cost our house any more points this year!” Draco growled at him.
Murphy Lawson, completely unaware of any impending doom, trotted down the stairs as he hurried back to the great hall. He had a bad habit of leaving his book bag down there and he\'d done it again today; he\'d be in a lot of trouble if he lost his homework again. He moved aside to one side of the stairs to allow the three Slytherins to pass him, glancing at Malfoy with surprise at the blood. “You all right Malfoy? What the bloody hell happened to you?” he asked curiously.
“Sod off, Gryffindor!” Goyle growled, wand in hand.
“Goyle!” Draco snapped, warning him with a glare.
Goyle did nothing until Draco had passed, then he dropped his aim and spat a simple jinx; Murphy Lawson stepped right in the slick spot that Goyle\'s jinx created on the step and began to tumble and fall down the stairs. He rolled to a halt two flights down, dazed and confused, looking up to see Goyle standing over him. “THAT was payback for Granger. Tell her she and Draco are even.” He sneered, and then he was gone, hurrying after his companions.
------------- BACK TO THE PRESENT ---------
Harry was flabbergasted by the story. “I swear I had no idea that he did that. Hell, I don\'t think Draco even knew; he broke my nose sixth year for what Hermione did. You never told anyone?”
“I was always falling and getting in the way of everything. Why would they believe that I didn\'t fall down the stairs on my own? Hell, every time I was NEAR you or your crew I\'d have something broken or bruised or blasted or burned...!" he glared at her. "What the bloody hell did Granger do?!”
“Hermione punched him in the face." he answered simply, figuring the truth was best. "She had a good reason; he was being a bloody git about them wanting to execute Buckbeak…”
Lawson was aghast, without words for a moment. “Buckbeak...?" he repeated. "You mean that bloody creature that attacked Malfoy in Care for Magical Creatures class?! I got thrown down the stairs for a bloody hippogriff?” he scowled.
“Well, Yes, I guess you did…” Harry began. "He was a good hippogriff, really, Malfoy was just being disrespectful, called him stupid..."
“I don\'t give a bloody damn about the hippogriff! You’re getting off the subject! They made me fall down the bloody stairs!” he snapped. “Broke my arm and several ribs; nearly broke my neck!”
“I\'m not going to say that it was right for them to do it; it\'s horrible…”
Murphy glared at him, nearly eye to eye, just staring at him for several moments while Harry sat silent. It did not take long to wish the man had eaten something with a bit less garlic in it before his capture... “Are you going to try to tell me that it’s not your fault either, Potter?” he challenged.
“Um… no.” he said tactfully. Agreeing with his captor just seemed the right thing to do. He was rewarded when Lawson set the gun back on the table.
“They all thought that you were the perfect one. I\'m shocked you weren\'t made Head Boy and Prefect instead of your redheaded freind. You were always sneaking out of your dorm room, you and your idiot friends. We were lucky to win the house cup your first year. We lost all those points BECAUSE of you! We only got them back because you were Dumbledore’s favorite. That old man doted on you every second he lived!”
Harry frowned at him. “I couldn’t do anything about that either; believe me, there were times I’d rather he didn’t care about me so much…”
“Absolute rubbish!” He sneered at him. “Malfoy was right about one thing, anyway; you were always looking to be in the spotlight. And you got that your sixth year, didn’t you?”
“I didn\'t want it! You can’t possibly believe that it was my fault that Dumbledore was killed, too?”
“I don’t care about that; Professor Snape was just out to get him and he finally did…”
Harry scowled at that comment. “You say whatever you want about me, Lawson, but leave Professor Snape out of all of this. The man died a hero; he lived a double life so that he could keep an eye on the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters for over half his life…”
Murphy snorted. “Give me a break; how can you defend him? That greasy git hated you!”
“Maybe he did, maybe not. Over the years I\'ve come to believe that he really cared for me in the only way he knew how. I wish I had known him after Voldemort had finally been defeated; I would like to have spoken with him.”
“You’re off your bleedin\' nut!” He said, staring at Harry in disbelief.
“I’m crazy?" Harry countered, not thinking for a moment. "I\'m not the one standing over an old classmate with a bazooka!” he pointed out.
It did not make him comfortable at all when Lawson gave a maniacal giggle, which he quickly stifled but a wide catlike grin remained on his face. “You know, Potter, maybe I am mad as a hatter after all." he said, turning and picking up the gun, stroking its barrel as he took several steps away and turned back to face him. "But if I\'m a nutter, its you who\'s made me the man I am.” He smiled wider as he hoisted the gun again, aiming directly at Harry’s head. “And now it’s time to reap what you’ve sown!”
“That doesn’t tell me much." Harry admitted
------------- FLASHBACK TIME ---------
“Jumped-up mudblood; I’ll get even with her if it’s the last thing I do!” Draco snarled, holding a handkerchief to his slightly crooked nose. The white cloth was already stained red with quite a bit of blood.
Goyle leaned in close, eyeing him. “Merlin’s balls, I think your nose is broken, Draco…”
“Why don\'t you just state the bloody obvious, you git! Shut UP, Goyle, I can tell it’s broken!” He snapped angrily as they hurried up the stairs toward the hospital wing.
“Thrice-damned Gryffindors…” Crabbe growled as he huffed along after Draco. He hated these stupid stairs; he wished they were old enough to apparate already. After they topped the stairs they would have to run down several long hallways before they got to the hospital wing as well but there was nothing for it; Draco did need to get to the hospital wing and get his nose healed.
Goyle was furious now, hating the fact that he\'d said something stupid once again and Draco was angry with him again. “I’m gonna throttle the next one I see!”
Draco gave his flunkie a warning glare. “Don’t be a fool, Goyle; Professor Snape said he’d have our hides if we cost our house any more points this year!” Draco growled at him.
Murphy Lawson, completely unaware of any impending doom, trotted down the stairs as he hurried back to the great hall. He had a bad habit of leaving his book bag down there and he\'d done it again today; he\'d be in a lot of trouble if he lost his homework again. He moved aside to one side of the stairs to allow the three Slytherins to pass him, glancing at Malfoy with surprise at the blood. “You all right Malfoy? What the bloody hell happened to you?” he asked curiously.
“Sod off, Gryffindor!” Goyle growled, wand in hand.
“Goyle!” Draco snapped, warning him with a glare.
Goyle did nothing until Draco had passed, then he dropped his aim and spat a simple jinx; Murphy Lawson stepped right in the slick spot that Goyle\'s jinx created on the step and began to tumble and fall down the stairs. He rolled to a halt two flights down, dazed and confused, looking up to see Goyle standing over him. “THAT was payback for Granger. Tell her she and Draco are even.” He sneered, and then he was gone, hurrying after his companions.
------------- BACK TO THE PRESENT ---------
Harry was flabbergasted by the story. “I swear I had no idea that he did that. Hell, I don\'t think Draco even knew; he broke my nose sixth year for what Hermione did. You never told anyone?”
“I was always falling and getting in the way of everything. Why would they believe that I didn\'t fall down the stairs on my own? Hell, every time I was NEAR you or your crew I\'d have something broken or bruised or blasted or burned...!" he glared at her. "What the bloody hell did Granger do?!”
“Hermione punched him in the face." he answered simply, figuring the truth was best. "She had a good reason; he was being a bloody git about them wanting to execute Buckbeak…”
Lawson was aghast, without words for a moment. “Buckbeak...?" he repeated. "You mean that bloody creature that attacked Malfoy in Care for Magical Creatures class?! I got thrown down the stairs for a bloody hippogriff?” he scowled.
“Well, Yes, I guess you did…” Harry began. "He was a good hippogriff, really, Malfoy was just being disrespectful, called him stupid..."
“I don\'t give a bloody damn about the hippogriff! You’re getting off the subject! They made me fall down the bloody stairs!” he snapped. “Broke my arm and several ribs; nearly broke my neck!”
“I\'m not going to say that it was right for them to do it; it\'s horrible…”
Murphy glared at him, nearly eye to eye, just staring at him for several moments while Harry sat silent. It did not take long to wish the man had eaten something with a bit less garlic in it before his capture... “Are you going to try to tell me that it’s not your fault either, Potter?” he challenged.
“Um… no.” he said tactfully. Agreeing with his captor just seemed the right thing to do. He was rewarded when Lawson set the gun back on the table.
“They all thought that you were the perfect one. I\'m shocked you weren\'t made Head Boy and Prefect instead of your redheaded freind. You were always sneaking out of your dorm room, you and your idiot friends. We were lucky to win the house cup your first year. We lost all those points BECAUSE of you! We only got them back because you were Dumbledore’s favorite. That old man doted on you every second he lived!”
Harry frowned at him. “I couldn’t do anything about that either; believe me, there were times I’d rather he didn’t care about me so much…”
“Absolute rubbish!” He sneered at him. “Malfoy was right about one thing, anyway; you were always looking to be in the spotlight. And you got that your sixth year, didn’t you?”
“I didn\'t want it! You can’t possibly believe that it was my fault that Dumbledore was killed, too?”
“I don’t care about that; Professor Snape was just out to get him and he finally did…”
Harry scowled at that comment. “You say whatever you want about me, Lawson, but leave Professor Snape out of all of this. The man died a hero; he lived a double life so that he could keep an eye on the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters for over half his life…”
Murphy snorted. “Give me a break; how can you defend him? That greasy git hated you!”
“Maybe he did, maybe not. Over the years I\'ve come to believe that he really cared for me in the only way he knew how. I wish I had known him after Voldemort had finally been defeated; I would like to have spoken with him.”
“You’re off your bleedin\' nut!” He said, staring at Harry in disbelief.
“I’m crazy?" Harry countered, not thinking for a moment. "I\'m not the one standing over an old classmate with a bazooka!” he pointed out.
It did not make him comfortable at all when Lawson gave a maniacal giggle, which he quickly stifled but a wide catlike grin remained on his face. “You know, Potter, maybe I am mad as a hatter after all." he said, turning and picking up the gun, stroking its barrel as he took several steps away and turned back to face him. "But if I\'m a nutter, its you who\'s made me the man I am.” He smiled wider as he hoisted the gun again, aiming directly at Harry’s head. “And now it’s time to reap what you’ve sown!”