Eighth Year - Drarry Fic Part 2
Draco Malfoy sneered and said "Potter" in the same chilling voice as always. Harry looked Draco up and down, noticing the long, lean lines of his body. The surprise of running into his longtime nemesis made Harry stumble dumbly, and he needed a minute to recuperate.
"Malfoy," Harry replied, mustering up all the menace he could. Hostility had always come between the two boys, but it felt magnified now that Malfoy's father was in prison, and Harry knew that Draco blamed him. But Harry knew what it felt like to be without a father (or a mother) and somewhere deep down he almost felt sorry for Draco. Harry still very much blamed Mr. Malfoy for ending up in Azkaban, but he felt bad that Draco had to suffer because of it. For the first time since he knew Malfoy, he had a moment of realization: they both lost in the Battle of Hogwarts.
"Are you going to move?" Draco asked, his gray eyes aflame. Harry started to shift his body against the wall of the small corridor, making room for Draco to pass. Draco scoffed and took a step forward, only to be stopped by Harry's arm suddenly placed in front of his chest, blocking the way.
"Malfoy..." he started. He swallowed his pride and decided to try to meet Draco halfway. What was there to fight about now? "Draco," he said. Saying his nemesis' first name felt sacrilegious. He noticed Draco pull his chin in towards his chest, clearly surprised. "Have a good year..." Harry finished and moved aside.
"Whatever," Draco mumbled as he shoved himself forward. Harry didn't know what to make of his reaction, but the important thing was that he tried. What he really wanted to tell the blonde boy was that he saw how much he was hurting. Harry would never say he was sorry for taking a part in the war, but he understood that Draco's life couldn't be easy right now. In fact, he almost wanted to say he was happy that Draco was returning. With all the changes sure to come this year, having his age-old rival to pull pranks on sparked a bit of joy.
By the time Harry returned to his cabin, he had reminded himself of just how vile Malfoy could be. He smiled to himself remembering their third year when he'd had the privilege to see Hermione sock him in the nose. She knocked that grimy smile right off his alabaster face.
The next time Harry opened his eyes they were pulling up to Hogwarts. He quickly changed into his robes. The students were filing off the train, some clearly excited, and others clearly worried. A loud booming voice carried over the crowd. Harry looked up to see Hagrid's large, shiny face. He grabbed Ginny's hand and immediately started pushing through the crowd to see his friend.
"Harry!" Hagrid exclaimed when their eyes met. "Harry, it's s'good to see ya!" the half-giant boomed. Large tears started to run down his face as Harry ran to hug him.
"Hagrid! We've done it, we've made it back to Hogwarts!" was all he could say. Hagrid was really the beginning of Harry's wizarding experience, and it felt right that he was the first person to greet him.
"Blimey, Harry, I didn't even know you was comin' back to Hogwarts." A pang of guilt rang through Harry. He really had forgotten to tell Hagrid about his return. Harry spent a large part of his time repressing anything related to Hogwarts or Voldemort since the Battle of Hogwarts. He was diligent about recovering.
"Yeah, sorry about that, Hagrid," Harry apologized. "It just slipped my mind. I've been focused on, er, other things. Giving Hogwarts a bit of a rest..."
"Oh, don' worry 'bout me, Harry. Jus' try to have a good year." And with that, Hagrid gave them a final wink and turned back to directing the first years.
"Harry, Ginny, come on!" he heard Hermione yell. The couple walked back to Ron and Hermione. He quickly told them about running into Hagrid, and the four of them entered the front doors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
After getting settled in the Great Hall, all the students were restlessly awaiting the beginning of the sorting ceremony. First years were huddled up at the front, while the older students arranged themselves at their house tables. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were seated towards the front, but not too close. Hermione had made a comment earlier about protecting Harry. She was worried he'd be bothered by everyone, and bombarded with questions. What Harry was focused on at present was a nasty comment made by a Ravenclaw walking between the isles.
"All the Gryffindors sit there with a chip on their shoulder, as if we all didn't fight in that bloody battle. Every house participated, but the Gryffindors are the ones who take credit."
It was an older girl. Maybe a sixth year? Harry hadn't known her personally, but her pudgy face and clear glasses were familiar. "Oh, don't listen to them, Harry" Hermione said. He hadn't realized she'd caught the comment, too.
"I just don't want to be reminded of it all the time," Harry said. He looked down and fiddled with the scarlet table runner. Ron thumped his back, but didn't say anything. Ginny was too busy talking to her friends to have heard the comment. Something about the way Ginny was eating up the socialization and eyes on her rubbed him the wrong way. Over the summer, she had told Harry that maybe he should start feeling flattered by all of it. After all, he was the Chosen One, and he had lived. She acted as if defeating Voldemort was his claim to fame, rather than his life-or-death task. Ginny, who was pure and strong, refused to give anymore of her tears towards Voldemort's doings.
"Attention, students" McGonagall said. "We are about to begin the sorting ceremony, if you could please give your attention to the Sorting Hat, we may start at once."
The raggedy hat was placed on the same stool as always. What began as a flat, boring hat suddenly revealed its face. After what sounded like it clearing its throat (if hats even had throats?) it began:
To sort our youngest friends;
For I am the Sorting Hat,
I put your worries to an end.
What once was a site of blood that spilled
Has again become re-built.
Four houses stood to fight for us
Four houses stand before all ye
So let's find where you belong.
Will you be in Hufflepuff,
Their loyalty and work ethic
Or will you be in Ravenclaw,
With the brightest wizard's you ever saw?
Their intelligence and cleverness
Sets them up for success.
Still there are more options,
More houses you may belong.
Like Slytherin, the snake-eyed stars,
Whose cunning minds make them strong.
Pure in blood and powerful,
This house is surely never dull.
Lastly we have Gryffindor,
The house of wit and strength.
Their bravery is unmatched
They've saved this castle's fate.
Once again, I will sort ye
To the house that you belong.
I read your mind, so rest assured
I couldn't sort you wrong.
The castle erupted into applause at the Sorting Hat's song. Ron and Harry were whooping as loud as they could while Hermione and Ginny laughed and yelled themselves.
"Accult, Amelia" McGonagall said once the hall quieted. A small girl walked forward. She sat happily on the stool and the headmistress placed the hat on her head.
"Hmmm," the hat said quietly. "Ought to be... RAVENCLAW!" The hall again burst out in cheers, mostly coming from the Ravenclaw table.
"Shame," Ginny said. She smiled at Harry and winked.
McGonagall went through several more names. So far, Gryffindor added Alvin, Patrick, Beau, Alivia, Bunson, Eliza, and Caldwell, Jensen to their house. The eleven year olds were swimming in their robes but seemed ecstatic to be here. One of them, Eliza Bunson, kept stealing glances at Harry. It made him awkward so he angled his body more towards his friends.
"Mate, look at the professor's table," Ron said, motioning with his hand. Harry looked up and scanned. He saw many familiar faces, and quite a few new ones. Professor Slughorn was still up there. Harry supposed he was to teach potions. He saw a professor he didn't recognize at all, sitting where Professor Mcgonagall used to sit. Could this be the new Head of Gryffindor House? Now that he thought about it, Slytherin House needed a new head as well. The students were about to meet the new Defense against the Dark Arts and Transformation teachers, he thought.
The woman in Professor McGonagall's old spot was very pretty. She had straight, very shiny black hair and a soft angelic face. Harry couldn't help but wonder if she was even old enough to teach here. She had bright blue eyes that contrasted her hair, and her skin was olive and warm.
A boring looking man was in Professor Severus Snape's old spot. It hurt Harry too much to look where Snape should have been, so he didn't get a good look. All he knew was that the new guy had dirty blonde hair and a stain on his cloak. He had wire glasses that made his eyes seem over large as well.
Once the last student, Zillia, Makenna was sorted into Slytherin, McGonagall made her way to the podium again. She made a candid speech about the spirit of progress and the essence of magic that Harry tuned out most of. He was sure it was good though, judging by everyone else's reactions and the atmosphere he felt. He even saw the Hogwarts ghosts and Peeves the Poltergeist nod their heads in respect and agreement. What caught his attention was McGonagall's voice saying it was time for "introductions in an age of new beginning."
"Miss Penelope Hart," she said, motioning to the pretty witch. "Our new professor of Magical Combat and Defense, which was formerly known as Defense against the Dark Arts, as well as Head of my own house, Gryfinndor." She paused for claps and cheers from the Gryfinndor table before continuing. "Professor Hart has studied at the Academy of Magical Defense in Colombia, and interned with the Department of Strategic Magical Combat in the Magical Congress of the United States of America before she went on to shadow magical professors at Ilvermorny school. She moved to London a few years ago and we're lucky to have her." McGonagall's face was glowing, like she personally plucked the needle out of a metaphorical haystack.
Professor Hart stood up and looked over the crowd of students. "Come to me with any questions," she said. Her voice was warm and soft. "I travel a lot, I go back and forth from here to London to see my wife. And yes, I did attend Hogwarts as a little girl. I didn't graduate here, but I spent years 1-3 here before moving to Colombia with my family. I have lots of experience and would love to talk to you."
"Yes, of course. We're very excited for you, Miss Hart." McGonagall said again, smiling. "Next, let's welcome Professor Noah Hobb, head of Slytherin House, and our new Transfiguration Expert." The lines around her mouth were tight, Harry noticed. He never thought McGonagall would give up being the Transfiguration teacher, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and McGonagall was the perfect replacement for Dumbledore. She went from being interim Headmistress to a permanent installment a few weeks after the Battle.
She continued, "Mr. Hobb is a Hogwarts graduate, published in peer-reviewed magical journals, and has a book on Transfiguration in the 21st Century.
The man awkwardly raised a hand then sat down, not paying much attention to the hall of students ogling him. Not too long after, the tables filled with a feast to top all feasts. Harry had never seen so many options, even at Hogwarts. He and Ron immediately started grabbing at the goodies in front of them. This food tasted like home. It seemed that every Hogwarts students was gorging themselves until they were left in a sleepy, stuffed coma.
When the students started filing out, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and a handful of other eighth year students (including Draco Malfoy) waited back for the headmistress to show them their new home. Draco was all alone, walking by himself on the staircases and across the halls. His minions, Crabbe and Goyle, were gone. Goyle died in the Battle of Hogwarts, trying to hurt Harry and stop him from getting the horcrux in the room of requirement. Vincent Crabbe simply hadn't returned, Harry later learned. He was sick of school, which Harry thought odd, considering he never actually participated in classes. Pansy Parkinson was Draco's last friend, but even she was nowhere to be found.
When they reached a lavish corridor, McGonagall turned to them and said "pair off. You're adults, we feel you can decide amongst yourselves who to live with. The rooms are suite style, so there's a bedroom with two beds connected to a bathroom that will be shared with another bedroom with two beds. A lobby and living area are available as well." Pair off, Harry thought. Ron looked at him awkwardly. Harry didn't want to be responsible for making Ron choose between his best friend and his girlfriend. But he wouldn't know who else to live with. His second pick would be Hermione, and she was going to be with Ron! If only Ginny had been the same year as him, then she could be his roommate.
"Go on," Harry said to them, trying to come off as genuine. "I'll get the neighboring suite with whoever..." he looked around. Dean and Seamus paired off. Neville wasn't here, Luna was younger than Harry as well. Everybody else had cowered away from or bullied Harry his whole life. He hesitated too long, because before he knew it, only one git was left.
Draco Malfoy had anxiously looked around when the headmistress told them to pair off. Draco hadn't any friends, and he sure as hell wasn't going to make any new ones. This year his mother forced him to return to Hogwarts. She told him that it's his best shot. "Nobody will want to hire a Malfoy anymore, so don't give them more reason by not having a proper education." He needed that Hogwarts degree. He argued, saying his talent could speak for itself, but when Narcissa Malfoy looked at him and said "Draco, we've lost everything. My sister. Your father. Everything. Please, just don't make it worse" he realized how bad his situation actually was.
He had walked over to a meager looking boy and asked if they could room. The boy shook his head no without even giving an explanation. Nobody wants to be friends with a traitor... Draco thought. Hadn't they known he risked his life to save Harry? Just to give Hogwarts a fighting chance? He crossed lines, in the end. Papers slandered the Malfoy name all summer, framing Lucius as a traitor (fair enough) and Narcissa and Draco as cowards for leaving the Battle. The press even went as far as applauding the Malfoy family for losing his aunt Bellatrix. He never really liked her, but still...
After swallowing his pride and being rejected by a fellow eighth year, he shoved his pale fists in his pockets and waited for whoever was left. Unfortunately for Draco, the only one left was the absolute last person he wanted to room with.
"Oh, my..." McGonagall said when she realized the unfortunate luck. "Is there any last-minute changes you'd like to make." Her eyes flitted around the crowd as she tried to gently remedy the situation. Of course, nobody wanted to switch. Harry Potter was practically a bad luck charm, and everyone was pretty sure Draco Malfoy would trade your organs for cursed objects. Draco thought about Harry's attempt at kindness on the Hogwarts Express earlier. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. After all, there was a reason that Draco risked his life for Harry. Maybe Potter wouldn't be so insufferable this year. Nobody should have any more reason to call him the Chosen One, which really got under Draco's skin.
Harry on the other hand was thinking of different maneuvers to get out of it. If he talked to McGonagall she'd say nothing could be done... he couldn't stow away in Ron and Hermione's room all the time, but he could most of the time. He just couldn't bear to think of rooming with Draco flipping Malfoy for his final year at Hogwarts. Draco was a constant reminder of all the bad things the boys had been through. But then again, Harry supposed that meant Draco was the one person who could relate the most...