Slytherin Legacy

The Slytherin Legacy

By A. Bornhorst

Chapter Five

Hallway Hexes and Bucking Broomsticks

***

The next week passed by without remark. Potions class was rather interesting as Diedra couldn't stop watching and insanely giggling every time Harry looked in her direction which made Kate roll her eyes. She caught Harry's eyes once and gave him a loathing look.

She couldn't place why she hated Harry. Maybe hate wasn't the right word. It just seemed like he was some goody-goody. It seemed to be the only thing she and Draco could agree upon. They were sincere Harry Haters. Only they didn't know why.

Maybe it was the way Harry smirked and sneered every time he looked upon the Slytherin table or when he noticed Diedra was watching him. While Diedra could be overly obsessed over Harry and was easily the prettiest among their group Kate couldn't stand Harry giving her that, "I know you want me, but you can't have me" look. Oh that made Kate so pissed off she wanted to hex Harry then and there and slap Diedra to knock her back into her senses- if she had any at all.

"You may play that poor orphan routine with your friends, Harry, but we Slytherins can see right through that," she thought one day as Diedra tried to talk to Harry and he sort of brushed her aside while Ron cracked up laughing.

Draco was irritating her also. There were many a night where the Slytherin Quintet would relax and do their homework together by the fire and laugh and mess around with the Ouija board (which had recently told Kate that she was going to live a life of luxury as an actress married nine times) and Draco and his goon squad would pop up to bother them.

"Hello girls," he'd grin and then suddenly frown, "And mudblood."

And what irritated Kate most is that none of her friends stood up for her when he did this. Pansy just looked upon him as if he was God and the rest just pretended they didn't hear it. Then Draco would laugh and say,

"Pansy, care to join me for a bit of Wizard's Chess?"

And Pansy would squeal, "Of course, Draco."

One day Kate got all aggravated when Draco came up to her in the hall and said,

"Mudblood, aren't you missing something?"

"I told you not to call me mudblood, Malfoy," she spat.

"Hmmm... I thought you just might need this," he sneered as he held up a scroll for Defense Against the Dark Arts homework on the Curse of the Bogeys.

"Give me that!"

"Let me think about that one for a moment... No," he laughed.

"Then my dear cousin," she smirked, "You'll have to suffer the consequences and they are not going to be pretty."

"You and your consequences do have a lot in common don't you? Weak, not pretty, hmmm anything else mudblood?"

"Yeah, Accio scroll!"

The scroll flew from Draco's hand to Kate's. She caught it with grace and prepared herself to hurl a hex at Draco,

"Diffindo!" she smiled.

A huge cut appeared on Draco's robes, totally ruining them.

"Oh you'll have to do much better than that. Wel-"

But before he could finish Kate yelled, "Conjunctiva!" performing the Conjunctivitis Curse.

Draco blinked a couple of times. His eyes looked red and puffy and he yelled,

"Expelliarmus!"

Kate's wand flew from her grasp to Draco's. So she charged after him, her fists ready.

"Kate, stop!" Pansy yelled.

But Kate didn't listen. She whacked Draco could and hard on his left eye and kicked him hard in the shins. Draco's eyes could no longer open, but he murmured out last spell,

"Incendio!"

A red flame shot out of Draco's wand and hit Kate's homework.

"Damn you, bastard," she said through clenched teeth and let him go.

She then grabbed her wand and threw an extinguishing spell at her homework and ran to it. All that remained were ashes.

"My homework. I had worked so hard on that," she said mournfully.

Draco was being helped up by Pansy while Eve, Blaise, and Diedra on looked. She threw a reproachful glare at Pansy and them and stormed off.

Why did they always take Draco's side? Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco! She wanted to scream. Why didn't any of them ever stop Draco from calling her a mudblood or taking her stuff or making fun of her.

And then now she had a new predicament on her hands. She needed that piece of homework. This was to be a major percent on her grade and unlike the rest of the Slytherin Quintet she often worried about her O.W.L.s. She seemed so behind on everything, although she did feel a bit of pleasure at the look of Eve's face when she sent a Conjunctivitis Curse at Draco.

She checked her schedule. DADA next. Why oh why oh why today? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Kate had always been the type to hyperventilate when things did not go her way and she didn't want to start doing that again at Hogwarts.

Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her and felt Eve McNair pat her on the back.

"Hey, Malfoy's a bastard. I can see it if they can't."

"Thanks. He is."

"He's a fag I tell you," Eve smiled.

"Yeah, I can perfectly picture him with Potter. Two bastards, together in perfect union," Kate laughed.

"That is if Pansy will allow it. She likes you Kate, but she likes Draco before all of us. Draco is God to her. I wouldn't take it seriously. She's always been like that. And Diedra and Blaise are like her minions. All three of them like you, but Diedra and Blaise won't piss Pansy off and Pansy loves Draco. Now if it were Potter calling you a mudblood Pansy wouldn't have wasted a second cursing him to hell."

"I see what you mean."

They walked to the doorway to the DADA room.

"Well I'm probably going to walk out of here with a detention, thanks to our loveable Slytherin bastard."

"Oh well. It's just Quirrell. You're punishment won't be too bad."

They took a deep breath and headed into the classroom and sat in the back. Pansy, Diedra, and Blaise soon followed in with Draco his eyes barely opened, red, puffy, and the left one was starting to blacken up. His robes were in shreds (thankfully he had on the sweater vest and khaki's of all students otherwise Pansy would've been overjoyed).

"M-Malfoy c-c-can y-you explain t-to m-me w-why y-you l-look t-the w-way y-you d-d-do."

Draco threw a side long glance at Kate and said,

"Of course Professor. Riddle threw a cutting curse at my robes and a Conjunctivitis Curse at my eyes and then punched me."

Kate rushed out of her chair, knocking it over and said, "He stole my Defense against the Dark Arts homework you assigned us and then disintegrated it!"

"I would've given back to you."

"Oh yeah, sure you would."

"I would've if you didn't start going off and hexing me," he retorted.

"S-s-s-settle d-d-down K-Kate and D-Draco. Th-that will b-be ten p-points t-taken from S-Slytherin f-for e-each of y-you and a detention f-for K-K-Kate f-for not having h-her homework."

"But Professor! Draco stole it from me and burnt it!"

"E-Enough K-Kate. S-sit down! D-Draco g-g-go t-to t-the h-h-hospital wing and h-have M-Madame Pomfrey l-look a-at y-your eyes."

Kate's eyes narrowed, "I believe Malfoy should get a detention too, Professor. He took my homework and burnt it. Isn't that not aloud in the school also," she smiled lividly.

"F-fine f-f-fair is f-f-fair I-I suppose. Wh-why don't y-you h-help D-D-Draco to the h-hospital w-wing."

"Fine," Kate groaned.

As they walked out of the hall Draco said, "I can't see a thing Kate. You'll need to help me up the steps."

"What do you want me to do? Hold your hand?" she remarked.

"I wouldn't be so bitchy with me if I were you, Riddle," he spat.

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"My Father is providing all this stuff for you to go to school here. He didn't need to get you from your muggle trash home and help you. He did it all of his own accord."

"Uh huh, sure he did. If you happen to remember Malfoy, we are cousins. He probably did it because of family reasons."

"If you are family then why didn't he keep you?"

"Do you want me to hex you again?"

"No, but if you harm me one more time my Father might not be as keen to help you."

"I'm not going to take threats from little morons like you."

He smiled a sly smile, "I know something you don't know."

"You're just saying that to irritate me."

"I know. But it's true. I know something you don't know. I know something you don't know."

"What is it?" Kate said furiously.

"Not telling. It's a secret."

"Oh, yeah sure. Shut up, Malfoy. Right now I'm wondering why you're parents kept you."

"I don't, because I'm not a little mudblood like you," he suggested.

"One more comment and I swear-"

"All that threat stuff! You never go with it."

"That's it! Silencio!"

Suddenly Malfoy shut up. He tried to speak, but no words came out and Kate turned into the Hospital Wing.

"What happened to the poor dear?" she asked.

"He poked himself in the eye. Twice. And then he punched himself. He has a little bit of the Malfoy madness I tell you," Kate winced.

Madam Pomfrey nodded, "His grandfather was the same way. Well, you may return to your class dear."

"Thank you."

As Kate walked into the hall she fell into fits of laughter. Even the detention was worth finding out that being nutty was one of the Malfoy traits.

A group of Gryffindors walked by and raised their eye-brows.

"I wouldn't be that happy unless I just sent Malfoy the crack head a hex," Harry said.

And that made Kate burst much more into laughter.

"I have no idea what is with these Slytherin girls," Ron said.

"I know. Tell me about it," Harry said as they passed on by.

Kate took a shaky breath and burst into laughter again and finally walked to the DADA room chuckling to herself. Truly this was a perfect day.

***

The next day, in the afternoon the Slytherins had flying again with Gryffindor. The last lesson they had they barely had gotten to fly thanks to wonder Harry Potter and Kate was excited that they would finally get the chance to fly again. As long as two people did not ruin it again all would be fine.

Draco came out onto the field with a pair of sunglasses on that made Kate snort. Pansy said that "Poor lovely Draco has to shield his eyes from the sun because of that hex" and Kate and Eve almost had a heart attack. Harry came out with his new Nimbus 2000, grinning inanely making Kate raise her eyebrows.

"Now, if today we do not have any interruptions," Madam Hooch looked pointedly at Harry and Draco, "we shall get started. Tell your brooms to get up."

"Up!" Kate muttered at her broom.

The broom flopped over. Most people including Neville Longbottom got their brooms up.

"Up!" she said more forcefully.

The broom scooted away from her.

"Why do these things have a mind of their own?" Kate wondered.

"UP!" she yelled at it.

Everyone looked over. Kate took a deep breath.

"UP, please!"

Slowly the broom rose.

"Now students I am going to tell you to go and when I tell you to go you tell your broom to go. Clear?"

"Yes, Madam Hooch."

"Good. Now GO!"

"Go!" Kate yelled at her broom, "Go, go, go, go GO, GO!"

Finally on the last 'GO' it elevated Kate three feet.

"Finally we make some accomplishment," Kate whispered to the broom, but looked up and noticed everyone was high in the air.

"RIDDLE tell your broom to GO UP!" Hooch yelled at her from above.

Kate looked up and saw Harry swirling around, diving and flipping around and her eyes narrowed. Why did he have to be so perfect? She couldn't help but feel jealous as it seemed like freedom to be high in the air.

"Go Up!" she yelled her broom, "Go up, up, up, up!"

The broom broke off straight up into the air leaving Kate on the ground.

"Runaway broom!" Hooch yelled, "Whose broom is that?"

"Mine," Kate said timidly.

Hooch sighed, "Potter could you go get that?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Harry shot off to get the broom and five minutes later come back down gracefully with the broom in hand and grinning, gave it to Kate.

"Thanks," Kate muttered, as she yanked the broom from Harry's hands.

"Potter could you please help Kate with her flying. Everyone else continue as you are. I'll throw some Quaffles up in a minute."

"Yes, Madam Hooch."

"I don't need your help, Potter," Kate spat.

"No you don't. You're hopeless," he laughed, "I thought as Malfoy's cousin you'd probably be better at this sort of thing."

Kate looked up and saw Diedra looking down, watching enviously.

"So, I hear you're on the Quidditch team."

"Yeah, so what's it to you?"

"Oh nothing, but I think Slytherin's going to kick your butt this year."

"Uh huh sure," Harry said sarcastically.

"Oh yeah, Potter. I'm sure there'll be people running around under you with a mattress. All will be well. And Slytherin will win."

"I've heard the Slytherins are so bad that perhaps you might be good enough to make the team. I mean they can barely grasp that snitch and you can barely fly right- you'd fit in perfectly."

Kate grabbed her wand, "Anything else to say Potter?"

"If you're going to threaten me you ought to be braver than your cousin. He challenged me to a duel two weeks ago and never showed up. Maybe cowardly actions run in your family."

"And maybe getting blown up by psychopathic wizards runs in yours," Kate smirked.

"Don't insult my family, Riddle."

"Oh no. I wouldn't dream," she smiled thinly.

"Good."

"POTTER, ARE YOU JUST GOING TO STAND THERE OR ARE YOU GOING TO HELP RIDDLE FLY?"

"Sorry, Madam," Harry muttered.

Kate sighed.

"Well come on. We only have 17 minutes left of class. I need to get up in the air sometime or another."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's hopeless. You're never going to learn how to fly."

"I guess we figured that one out awhile ago, Potter," she snapped.

"I'll have to agree with you on that one."

Kate sat down and watched the other students soar. Some were throwing Quaffles at one another and she felt a tiny bit of envy at not being up there with them. Even Longbottom was decent on a broom. Shrugging, Harry took flight to be with Ron. She crossed her arms and pouted.

***

"So Kate, how was talking to Pretty Boy Potter?" Pansy said, grinning inanely.

"He's a little psychotic if you ask me. He was talking about kicking our butts in Quidditch."

Eve shook her head, "I guess when You-Know-Who left that scar upon his forehead he gave Potter a permanent case of being an asshole."

"He can't be that. If he destroyed You-Know-Who he can't be an asshole. That's just, just mean," Diedra said.

"Look, I really do not want to talk about Potter right now," Kate stated.

"Right, let's talk about," Pansy sighed, "Draco."

"No," Kate snapped, "Not him either."

"What's you're problem today Kate? All this week you've been acting weird. First you hex Draco and-"

"Shut up Pansy. She's probably just under stress," Eve said.

Pansy immediately got the picture.

"Sorry. I'm thinking about may-be trying out for Quidditch next year. I think I could be good at it," Pansy said.

Blaise snorted.

"Eve was rather good on a broom. I bet she could make it if she tried out," Diedra said.

"Nah, I'm not into that sort of thing."

"All of us are great at Quidditch compared to Kate. Kate, why couldn't you stay on your broom?" Blaise asked.

Kate flicked out her wand.

"I DO NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!" she shrieked.

And with that she walked away.

"Gee what's her problem?" Pansy questioned.

"You guys just leave her alone. Okay?" Eve said.

"Fine. But with all the kindness we've shown her all she can do is shriek back at us."

"Just ignore it. We're the Slytherin Quintet. We are friends forever. No matter what happens," Eve said.

"Right," Blaise and Diedra said in unison.

Pansy could only sigh.