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Harry Potter and the Heir of Slytherin
DrummerGirl
- Story Summary:
- Harry's 5th year. No one knows what Voldemort's planning, but the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has an interesting curriculum planned.
Chapter 06
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Ron looked up from his textbook. "Well," he began, and paused to think.
"Last year the Daily Prophet reports that someone conjured the Dark Mark
at the Quidditch World Cup. Then last term Dumbledore announces to the
school that You-Know-Who is back." He shrugged. "People are scared, I
guess."
Harry didn't follow. "But what does that have to do with the fight back
there?"
Ron looked at him. "Harry, think about it. If everyone is worried about
You-Know-Who, the Slytherins become unpopular by association. That's
how it was before--you know, before..." Ron trailed off, suddenly very
interested in retrieving a roll of parchment from his backpack. Harry
knew what Ron was thinking. Before my parents were killed, he
thought.
Ron added, "At least that's what my dad says."
Harry considered this. Now that Ron mentioned it, he realized that, in
the corridors and classrooms, there were more dirty looks and insults
aimed at the Slytherins than usual. Even more than in his second year.
"Almost makes you feel sorry for them," he mumbled.
Ron snorted. "Well, Malfoy won't mind. He'll eat it up. Already thinks he's above all the rest of us." He found the parchment and set it out on the table. "Come on, we only have a couple hours before we have to meet Green outside."
***
That evening's run around the lake with Professor Green produced the
fifth-years' best times yet. Professor Green nodded approvingly at each
student as he or she finished the run. True to his word, Harry ran as hard
as he could--even lapping Neville--and finished far ahead of Dean, who
came in second. Malfoy had apparently resigned himself to running with
the rest of the students, although no amount of yelling by Professor Green
could make him take on a more-than-leisurely pace.
After their usual cool-off walk around the lawn, the fifth-years
shuffled up the steps into the castle and filed into the Great Hall for
dinner. Just as they had the previous week, they each went to their
respective House tables, and Professor Green walked up to the empty staff
table. But before she had reached her seat, she turned around, struck by a
sudden thought.
"This is stupid!" she said. "There aren't many of us here--why don't
we all have dinner together?" She grabbed a few serving dishes from the
staff table, carried them over to the Slytherin table, and sat down.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other. "Do we have to?" Ron
grumbled. But each student picked up a place setting and a serving dish
full of food and carried them over to the Slytherin table. They all sat
down and began to eat.
Once they were seated together, the students realized that they didn't
mind sitting with the other Houses--in fact, they rather preferred it. At
the end of the table, Professor Green laughed at a joke Ernie Macmillan
was telling. Ron struck up a conversation with Padma Patil--to
Hermione's great annoyance, Harry noticed.
After they had eaten, Professor Green produced an acoustic guitar and,
quite unexpectedly, began playing. She taught them a very old wizard folk
song, sung in a round, and even managed to convince most of the students
to sing along. A few Slytherins, however--including Malfoy, Crabbe, and
Goyle--slipped off to their common room.
No one kept track of the time, and because they were having so much
fun chattering and singing, they remained in the Great Hall until very late.
At midnight, Professors McGonagall, Sprout, Snape, and Flitwick suddenly
appeared in the door, looking very tired and, in Professor McGonagall's
case, irritated. Professor Green didn't notice them at all until Professor
McGonagall spoke to her quite sternly.
"Persephone! Would you mind relinquishing our students for the night?
It is very late, after all!"
Professor Green looked up from her guitar, startled. She grinned
sheepishly and nodded. "Oh, I am sorry, Minerva! What time is it,
anyway?" She turned to the students around the table. "You had all better
be getting back to your dormitories. Really," she looked back up at the
Heads of the Houses standing in the doorway to the entrance hall, "I
am sorry."
Professor McGonagall's face softened at this, and she nodded forgivingly. In fact, none of the teachers really seemed angry at Professor Green, and they all smiled--except for Snape, who didn't so much smile as fail to scowl. Everyone got up from the table, and the teachers walked the students off to their respective common rooms and ordered them to bed.
***
The last week of September, Ravenclaw flattened Hufflepuff in the
first Quidditch game of the year. The whole school had turned out to
watch, of course. Harry noticed that Cho Chang had improved markedly in
her position as Ravenclaw Seeker; she appeared to have acquired a new
broom, a Nimbus Three Thousand, which gave her a great deal more speed
than when she had played against Harry two years before.
"It's no Firebolt," Ron had commented as he sat next to Harry in the
stands, "but still, Harry, looks like she'll give you a bit more competition
this year."
"Uh-huh." Harry hadn't told Ron that he wasn't watching Cho strictly
to assess her performance as Seeker, but Ron had snickered at Harry's
glazed look anyway.
Now, in the second week of October, after a month of practice, the
Gryffindor Quidditch team was preparing to face Slytherin. Just before
the game, the team sat in the locker room and listened as Angelina, who
had been elected captain, addressed them.
"It's going to be a difficult game for us," she began. She paced back
and forth before them, much like Oliver Wood had done two years before.
"Slytherin has three new players, and they're all strong--Price is as good
a Beater as I've ever seen at Hogwarts."
Fred and George frowned.
"Still," she said, ignoring them, "we've got the best Seeker in the
school!" She smiled at Harry. "Harry, you know what to do."
Harry wasn't nervous. He had faced Draco Malfoy on the Quidditch field
before, and Malfoy had always failed to catch the Golden Snitch. Harry
nodded back at Angelina.
"Alright then! We've worked hard for this. Let's show the Slytherins
how Quidditch is played!"
Energized, the team took the field. As they walked to the center of the
Quidditch pitch, they could hear the yells of the entire school assembled
in the stands. The Gryffindor team lined up opposite the Slytherins.
Angelina had been right; they had three new players, but they were just as
big as the Slytherins whom they had replaced. Harry glanced down the line
at Ginny; she looked unusually small standing on the field next to
Angelina, and across from a particularly burly seventh-year with broken
front teeth. Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Harry maliciously.
"Captains, shake hands," Madam Hooch called, placing a silver whistle
in her mouth. Staring fixedly, Angelina shook hands with Adam Price, the
Slytherin team captain.
Suddenly Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and fifteen broomsticks and
four balls flew up into the air. The Golden Snitch disappeared almost
immediately. The Slytherin Keepers caught the Quaffle first, and
instantly flew toward the Gryffindor goal hoops. They got there almost
before Ginny was able to take her position.
"And Zabini shoots--no! The Quaffle is knocked away by the Gryffindor
Keeper." As they zoomed around the field, the players could hear Lee
Jordan commenting from the stands.
Katie caught the Quaffle and headed toward the Slytherin goal. Harry
decided to take up a position above Ginny, and keep an eye out for the
Snitch. As usual, Malfoy followed him at a distance. Harry knew what to
do. Malfoy's Nimbus Two Thousand and One wasn't nearly as fast as
Harry's Firebolt. Harry would need only spot the Snitch first; getting to it
before Malfoy was going to be easy.
"Oooh! Very rough collision there ... And Zabini is called for blatching.
Penalty shot to Gryffindor."
Harry looked down. Katie appeared to be composing herself after a
particularly hard hit from a Slytherin Chaser. "I'm alright," she told a
concerned Angelina. Katie took the penalty shot, and scored.
"That's ten points to Gryffindor! Slytherin zero." Lee's tone very
thinly veiled his excitement.
"Slytherin in possession. Hunt passes to Norton. Norton takes the
shot--oooh! Price nearly takes the Gryffindor Keeper's head off!" Lee
announced angrily. The Slytherin Beater had moved into the scoring area
and, on the pretense of hitting the Bludger toward Ginny, swung his bat
very close to her head.
"Slytherin scores! No penalty called." Lee paused meaningfully.
"That's Gryffindor ten, Slytherin ten."
Harry looked around. Still no sign of the Snitch. Malfoy circled below
him, and above Ginny.
"Gryffindor in possession, and--no! The Quaffle is taken by Zabini. He
closes in on the goal, and--oh my God!" The alarm in Lee's voice was
matched by fearful cries from the spectators as a Slytherin Beater hit a
Bludger at Ginny's head from close range just as Blaise Zabini attempted
to score.
"Nice Sloth Grip Roll by Weasley, and the Bludger misses her. But
Zabini scores. That's Slytherin twenty, Gryffindor ten."
Alicia took the Quaffle, and a Slytherin Chaser promptly smashed into
her head-on.
"Norton's called for blatching; that stinking rat--alright, sorry,
Professor--that's another penalty shot for Gryffindor!"
Alicia lined up to take the shot, but she was still shaken up from the
collision. She missed.
Finally Harry understood. The Slytherin team knew they couldn't beat
Gryffindor fairly--it was clear that Malfoy was no match for Harry when
it came to catching the Golden Snitch. Their only chance was to play
rough, and score as many times with the Quaffle as possible. They were
going to try to get so far ahead in points that, no matter who caught the
Snitch, they would win. Harry wondered whether they had gotten this idea
from last year's Quidditch World Cup.
True to Harry's prediction, what followed was the roughest game of
Quidditch that Hogwarts had seen in two hundred years. Angelina, Alicia,
and Katie took a total of nine penalty shots, seven of which they missed
because they were so badly hurt or shaken up from the fouls themselves.
Five times Ginny narrowly avoided being hit by a Beater's bat. Harry
noticed that Fred and George had, in turn, become quite careless about
swinging their bats near the Slytherin Beaters' heads.
"That's Slytherin ahead, one hundred ninety to thirty." Lee's voice had
gone beyond angry and now sounded genuinely worried. Angelina signaled
for time out.
"Okay," she whispered, trying to catch her breath. She had just been
smacked by a Slytherin Chaser's broom, and her forehead was bleeding.
"New plan. Just stay alive. Harry, if you see the Snitch, catch it. Before
someone gets killed."
Harry could hardly believe his ears. Oliver Wood would have told him
just the opposite--in fact, in Harry's third year, he had told him to "get
the Snitch or die trying."
George protested: "Angelina! We can't let them win! Especially not
like this." Fred and Katie nodded in agreement. Harry, Ginny, and Alicia
remained silent--Angelina's plan made a lot more sense to them.
"Listen to me, George. You're not the one getting bumped around out
there. I know--it's not your fault," she headed him off as he started to
interrupt, "but you can only defend us from Bludgers, you can't keep their
Chasers off us all the time. And Ginny's getting eaten alive out there. I
know this is probably exactly what they want us to do, but this game is
just not worth risking our lives."
Madam Hooch's whistle signaled that play was resuming. The players
took their places again.
"And Spinnet has the Quaffle. She passes to Bell, and--Bell scores!"
Harry's heart leapt. Slytherin was exactly a hundred and fifty points
ahead now--if he caught the Snitch, they could end in a tie game.
Malfoy glanced at him and seemed to be thinking the same thing. He
shot Harry an angry look, and then glanced down at Ginny. The Slytherin
Chasers were closing in with the Quaffle, despite the best efforts of Fred,
George, and the Gryffindor Chasers to hinder them. The Slytherin Chasers
broke away from Angelina, Alicia, and Katie, and approached Ginny. Malfoy
watched all of this, grinned up at Harry, and dove.
Harry realized what Malfoy was going to do a split second before he had
done it. It was illegal for more than one Chaser to enter the scoring area
-but the Seeker was allowed anywhere on the field. On the pretense of
having seen the Snitch, Malfoy dove headlong toward the spot where Ginny
hovered, focused on the approaching Chaser.
"Ginny! Look out!" Harry screamed as he tore downward after Malfoy.
But Malfoy was bearing down on her. She turned upward, saw him for a
split second, and dodged out of the way. Instead of hitting her head,
Malfoy's broom tore into her shoulder. She clung to her broom and was
sent spinning.
"Norton scores! And ..." Lee stopped. For the first time in as long as
anyone could remember, he was speechless.
Instantly, the crowd grew completely silent. Later, Harry could
remember thinking how amazing it was that so many people gathered in
such a small space could produce so little sound as that crowd did at that
moment.
Ginny spun to a stop a short distance above the field. Harry flew over
to her. She pulled her left hand away from her right shoulder, and Harry
saw that it was covered in blood.
"Are you alright?" he called. She looked up at him, then past him, and
gasped. Harry turned around.
Behind him, Draco Malfoy held up the Golden Snitch in triumph.
The only ones cheering Slytherin's win were the Slytherins themselves.
The rest of the school--Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs alike-
were yelling angrily.
Lee Jordan had found his voice again.
"The Slytherin Seeker nearly impales the Gryffindor Keeper!
Disgusting, slimy, pathetic piece of trash! You low-life ..."
But Harry and Ginny were distracted from Lee's tirade. They were
watching Malfoy, who was so caught up in flaunting his first-ever catch of
the Golden Snitch that he didn't see George flying toward him from behind.
George dropped his bat onto the field, flew beside Malfoy and punched him
-hard--in the face. Stunned, Malfoy dropped the Snitch and flew to the
ground, followed by the rest of the Slytherin and Gryffindor team
members.
"George, no!" Ginny cried hoarsely--obviously she was still in pain-
but it was too late. A full-fledged fight had broken out on the Quidditch
field. First it was Fred and George on Malfoy, then three more Slytherins
came to Malfoy's defense. Angelina tried to break it up, but was pushed
aside by Norton, who rushed to join the fray.
The next thing Harry knew, pandemonium had broken out. Spectators
were crowding onto the field, attempting to rescue Fred and George by
beating the Slytherin team members. Fists flew as angry shouts filled the
air. Harry turned to Ginny.
"We've got to get out of here!"
"But Fred and George!" she cried. "We can't just leave them!"
Just then a blinding flash of light pierced the din. Harry could barely
make out the gleaming white beard of Albus Dumbledore in the midst of
the crowd.
It took the faculty several minutes--and many more flashes of light,
along with a few Stunning spells--to put an end to the havoc. An hour
later, both Quidditch teams and several spectators found themselves in
the hospital wing, being treated for bruises, cuts, scrapes, and in Ginny's
case, a broken collarbone.
***
The next morning at breakfast, Harry, Ron, and Hermione received an
owl from Hagrid inviting them over for tea that afternoon. It was a bright
but chilly Sunday. On the ceiling of the Great Hall, the sun poked out from
behind puffy clouds pushed along by a brisk wind.
"Just as well," Ron answered after Harry had finished reading the note.
"Don't feel much like practicing Quidditch today."
Hermione looked at him sympathetically but said nothing.
Everyone's injuries from the small-scale riot the day before had
healed. Madam Pomfrey had fixed Ginny's collarbone within a couple of
hours, and without causing any additional pain. But the rancor between
Slytherin and the rest of the Houses wasn't so easily fixed, and the
previous night's dinner in the Great Hall had been unusually quiet and
tense. Hermione and Harry noticed that the slight depression that had
beset Ron prior to the match had now been replaced with anger at Malfoy
and, by association, all Slytherins.
At two o'clock that afternoon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione set out for
Hagrid's, relieved to have a break from their fellow students, from
Quidditch--from anything reminding them of the events of the previous
day.
"Hullo!" boomed Hagrid as he ushered them inside his hut. He seemed
rather cheerful, a welcome change from the mood of the students inside
the castle. Fang barked and jumped up on Harry, licking his ears.
"Down, Fang!" a woman's voice called from the little table. Harry
looked over, startled. Sitting there, a cup of tea in her hand, was
Professor Green.
"Perseph'ne's just dropped by to talk--we never did get properly
caught up since she got here." Hagrid, tending the kettle, turned to the
Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were still standing near the door. "Well,
sit down then! Everyone'll have a bit o' tea, I 'spect? There's scones on
the table."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione smiled and greeted Professor Green, then sat
around the little table with her. Harry could see that she was covertly
offering Fang half a scone under the table. Fang didn't seem interested.
"You're friends with Hagrid?" Harry asked Professor Green.
"Oh, yes. He's known me ever since I was very small, and we got to be
good friends when I was in school here. It's been a while though, hasn't it
Hagrid? When was the last time I saw you before September?"
"Oh, well," Hagrid's voice lowered, "I think it was the funeral."
"Oh. Right," Professor Green said, remembering. Her voice lowered,
too, and Harry got the impression that she wished she hadn't brought it up.
"Perseph'ne's just been tellin' me how well yer all doin' in her class."
Hagrid brought the kettle over to the table and sat down.
Professor Green refilled her teacup. "Chamomile, my favorite!" she
said happily. She drank from her cup, and then spoke. "Yes, I've told him
how hard you're all working. And he's been telling me how you're getting
on with that Streeler out back."
"Oh," Hagrid put in sadly, "but he won't be with us fer long. I gotta
give 'im back to Mister Fletcher. He was only on loan. But our next
project," he winked at the three students, "that'll be a fun one, I
promise!"
Hagrid reached down to pet Fang while Harry, Ron, and Hermione
exchanged worried glances. Professor Green saw their faces. She
chuckled to herself, but didn't speak.
"Were you both at the match yesterday?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, yes," responded Professor Green. "I had to Stun--what was it,
Hagrid? Four students?"
Hagrid nodded. "Never seen anything like that," he added. "At least, not
since the days o' You-Know-Who."
"Malfoy," Ron muttered, more to himself than to the others. "And those
Slytherins. I really hate them." He looked up at Hagrid and Professor
Green earnestly. His eyes were glistened with anger. "I mean it. They're
all filthy worms. Never met a Slytherin I liked."
Professor Green was taken aback. "Oh," she answered tentatively.
After a pause she added, "that's too bad. I had rather hoped you liked
me."
Ron started. Harry and Hermione stared at Professor Green, mouths
open.
"You? But you weren't! You couldn't be! I--we--we didn't know!" Ron
sputtered.
Professor Green smiled and shook her head. "I thought you knew! I
figured your father would have told you." But she could see the surprise in
their faces. "Yes, I was. I was a Slytherin in my time here."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at her incredulously. "You were a
Slytherin," Hermione said, as though trying to convince herself. "But
how--I mean, you don't exactly seem the type, do you?"
Professor Green laughed out loud at this, as did Hagrid. "I'll take that
as a compliment, Hermione." She stopped laughing and nodded pensively.
"Well, I suppose I should explain then, shouldn't I?"
She drank deeply from her teacup and closed her eyes for a few
seconds. Then she opened them, and began.
"My mother's illness came on her very suddenly. One day she was fine,
and the next, she could barely walk. My father and my grandfather--" she
smiled at them, "Professor Dumbledore to you--they did everything they
could. But there are some things that even the most powerful wizard in
the world cannot cure. She wasn't sick very long before she died. I was
nine years old.
"My mother and I had been very close, you understand. When she died, I
became angry. At her, for leaving me; at my father, for letting her ... at
everyone and everything. It didn't make sense, I know, but emotion rarely
obeys reason." She stared at the wall over their heads as she spoke. Her
eyes took on the faraway look of a person lost in remembering something.
"Really, I was devastated. It was as though my world had collapsed
around me. To have someone you care for so much taken from you," she
looked down into her teacup, then up at them. "It was very painful.
"Then, I had a revelation. I determined that caring for her had been a
mistake. After all, if I hadn't cared about my mother, I wouldn't have been
so hurt by her death, would I? And I made a decision. I resolved that,
from then on, I would care for nothing and no one but myself.
"I withdrew from my family, from my friends. I became ambitious-
the only thing I cared about was becoming a powerful witch. I thought
that would make me happy." She smiled a wry sort of half-smile. "Power
and status. They became my focus. My goal.
"When I was eleven, I came to Hogwarts, of course. I'm not sure what I
expected the Sorting Hat to tell me. I reckon I assumed it would put me in
Ravenclaw, just as it had done with generations of Clearwaters before me.
The Clearwaters have been Ravenclaws as far back as anyone can
remember.
"But of course, the Sorting Hat knew me better than I knew myself, and
it put me in Slytherin. I can still remember the hush that came over the
Great Hall when it did. Do you remember, Hagrid?" she asked, turning to
him. He smiled and nodded.
She continued. "You see, my family was well-known. And everyone
knew I was Professor Dumbledore's granddaughter. This was shortly after
the name of Lord Voldemort entered the public consciousness." Hagrid and
Ron flinched as she said the name. "Sorry," she told them. "Anyway, it
was widely known that he had been a Slytherin, along with most of his
followers. There was a lot of talk about the fact that Albus Dumbledore's
granddaughter had been Sorted into Slytherin, I can tell you. People
weren't sure what to make of it.
"I was certain that I had disappointed my family. Mind you, my father
never told me so, and now, looking back, I'm sure he never thought so. But
at the time, I was certain that he was ashamed of me. Well, that's fine, I
told myself, I don't care anyway. It just made me all the more determined
not to care about anyone else, and especially about what they thought of
me.
"When I was in my third year here, my father remarried. I wasn't happy
about it, even though my stepmother was always very kind to me. I didn't
want another mother. I just grew angrier, more self-centered, and more
ambitious. I focused on my studies, determined to become as powerful as
possible.
"Wow," whispered Hermione. "But you're not like that now. What
happened?"
Professor Green smiled again. "Two things. First, when I was fifteen,
my little sister was born. Penelope." She closed her eyes and laughed
quietly to herself. "She was the cutest thing you ever saw! That little
face, those tiny hands and feet! And the curly brown hair, just like her
mother's." Professor Green shook her head. "Oh, I tried not to care about
her. Tried very hard. Told myself that she didn't mean anything to me."
She sighed. "But I couldn't help but love her. She was my sister, after all.
"But that in itself didn't change me. Alright, I thought to myself, one
person, I can care about this one person, that's all. No one else matters to
me. And I went on like that for a little while.
"But then I met a very odd Hufflepuff boy named Demetrius Green. And
he did something I thought very rude at the time."
"What?" asked Ron.
Professor Green looked down at the table and smiled sheepishly. A hint
of pink appeared on her cheeks. "He fell in love with me." She began to
laugh to herself, a low, quiet laugh, full of warmth. "God only knows why,
or what he saw in me. I was a selfish little thing--smart, but not much to
look at, that's for sure. But he fell in love with me, just the same." She
looked up from the table at them. "Later I would ask him why. Why he
liked me, what made him notice me in the first place. But he would never
answer--he would just laugh. I remember, it used to drive me batty.
"Of course, I didn't want a boyfriend. That was the last thing in the
world I wanted! And I told him so. Oh, I was so mean to him! I must have
told him to take a hike in a million different ways." Her eyes were wide,
incredulous. "But he never did listen. He was always there, wherever I
was--in the corridors, in the Great Hall, on the lawn, around the lake-
followed me around constantly, trying to talk to me. Irritated me to no
end!"
Harry was reminded of Colin Creevey. Professor Green sipped her tea.
"Of course, I had no choice. There's no way I could've avoided falling in
love with someone like that. And, in the end, I did."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were utterly perplexed. Professor Green
grinned at them. "But you don't know what I'm talking about, do you?
Well, don't worry, you will."
"Hold on a second," Hermione cut in. "What changed? I mean, how did
you go from telling him to leave you alone to ... marrying him?"
"That's a good question." Professor Green paused thoughtfully. "I
guess it was the night of the fight. Yes, I think that was it. This was just
after the McKinnons were killed, and Margie McKinnon was a Gryffindor
fifth-year then." She sighed, picked up her teacup and swirled it around in
little circles. "I was unlucky enough to be found in the company of Oscar
Travers and a few other Slytherins, walking back late from a Quidditch
match against Ravenclaw that night. See, Oscar was the son of the Death
Eater suspected of the McKinnons' murders."
She turned to Ron. "You may find this difficult to believe, Ron, but it
was very tough to be a Slytherin back then. We were the social outcasts.
Everyone was afraid of Vol--of the Dark Lord, and they were looking for
someone to blame, someone to let their fears and frustrations out on. At
Hogwarts, the Slytherins were their targets.
"That night, after that Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, we were
ambushed by a gang of Gryffindors. Mostly they just wanted to beat Oscar,
but they didn't hesitate to throw a few kicks and punches at the rest of
us, either."
Ron gasped. "Gryffindors did that?"
Professor Green shot him the same probing look that she had given
Harry in her office after his run. "You'd be surprised what people will do
when they're afraid, and they're angry." Ron just stared back at her in
disbelief.
"Anyway, we were outnumbered. I remember a couple of girls hitting
me, and then, from out of nowhere, there he was. Demetrius. He got in the
way--and caught a few blows, too, before those girls realized they were
hitting a Prefect! Harry, your parents were there," she said, nodding at
Harry. "They were Head Boy and Girl that year, I remember. I guess
someone saw what was happening. They came down from the castle, along
with Demetrius, and they broke it up. Took us all up to the hospital wing.
I'll never forget it.
"I couldn't believe anyone would go to any trouble for a gang of
Slytherins. Would have expected them to just leave us alone, pretend they
hadn't seen anything. But they didn't.
"That's when I realized two things. One: that Demetrius was serious,
he was for real. And two: that power and status were not going to make
me happy. Not if I was cut off from everyone. I realized that, even if I
became the most powerful witch in the world, if I didn't care enough to
use my power to help anyone, it would be meaningless."
She looked down at her teacup again, and paused. "Demetrius taught me
that. He taught me that there was more to life than power. That our lives
should be defined by how we value people, not by how we can control them.
Does that make any sense?" She peered across the table at them,
narrowing her green eyes. Harry thought he was beginning to understand.
Ron and Hermione nodded slowly.
When Professor Green spoke again, it was very quietly. "He saw
something in me that I didn't know was there--something of value,
completely independent of my talents, or my abilities, or my intelligence.
I'll tell you kids the truth: he turned me back from the Dark Side. And
ever since, I wanted to do the same for others. People who are like I was,
once."
No one said anything more for a long time. They simply sat around the table, drinking their tea. Through the back window they watched the Streeler in the pumpkin patch, changing from a light salmon color to a deep royal blue.