The New Lightning Bolt

Chapter Eleven

Scars

Malfoy was sitting in his common room welcoming the peace and quite. Ever since Harry had made him even hotter the ladies and a few of the gentlemen wouldn't leave him alone. Usually he would have taken up some of their "offers," but they didn't appeal to him as much as he would have liked. Something was wrong with him.

He looked up as the spot next to him became occupied.

"Hello, Malfoy. My name is Bayne Premont."

He lifted his eyebrow and she took this as a sign of hello.

"I was just coming to tell you that I have a project due tomorrow in Potions and that you should get a move on it."

Malfoy sat up in his seat more and pulled out his wand. He tried to scare her but she just looked at his wand with amusement. He magicked a paper and started off his reply with a few impressive strings of cuss words. She read on with a smile.

Who do you think you are?

"I think my name is Bayne Premont who has ordered you to hurry up on my homework."

I am not doing your homework.

"I didn't say you had a choice. Let me tell you a story, Malfoy, of a little girl who lost her daddy to the Dark Lord. After he died her mother taught her to be very observant. So observant that she knew information about her subjects that they didn't even know or realize yet."

Does this have a point?

"Oh, but of course. You see the other day this little girl, who just happens to be me was in the Hospital Wing for an arm injury, no thanks to that stupid giant they call a teacher. Oops! Almost got of track...anyways, she saw a spectacular show of people spinning like tops in the air, people crashing through windows, and people's emotions. The emotions confused her at first because the Slytherin king was not supposed to feel that way towards his enemy also know as The Boy Who Lived."

My feelings for Potter are pure hatred.

"Careful now. Do you remember me telling you that I could perceive things about people that only their subconsciouses know? Well yours is like an open book that my gift can enjoy."

I don't know what you are getting at, Premont. I hate Harry.

"You slipped."

Potter! You didn't let me finish my sentence.

"Then why do I see a little period after Harry? No, I think you meant to end your sentence right there and there is no sense in denying it, Malfoy. I saw the way you reacted when I caught your slip. A normal person wouldn't have noticed, but then again I'm not normal."

You can say that again.

"What are you waiting for, Malfoy? My homework doesn't do itself."

You have absolutely nothing on me.

"I could tell everyone about how you truly feel about a certain someone."

There are no other feelings except for dislike, hate, and an overwhelming desire to bash his face in.

"I disagree."

I don't give a shit.

"Do you really want to have your reputation fall apart because of a first year?"

You have nothing on me. Now get out of my sight.

"Pity. I had really hoped that you would save yourself and my academic state, but since you've decided to deny it then I'll just have to make your life miserable."

If you don't get out of my face then I'll breach the rule of never hitting a chick.

"That is funny, Malfoy, but...come on. I know you would never actually hit a girl because I can see it with my gift we were talking about."

Your gift you were talking about.

"Same difference. By the way you threatened me with that empty promise I could tell you were taught better than that. You would never lift a finger to a chick...hm...unless you were severely drunk and the chick looked and acted manly. Perhaps Bullstrode would be in that category."

You are absolutely right, Premont. I would never hit a chick, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't transfigure a chick into a guy and hit him.

"You are telling the truth--"

No shit, Sherlock.

"But your magic isn't advanced enough."

Care to try?

"That is quite alright. If you didn't transfigure me correctly it would be really hard on you to explain to the teacher's what happened."

The teachers wouldn't know if a screwed up, which may I add is highly unlikely, because I would just Avada your ass and hide you in a broom closet.

"Lie."

Sarcasm.

"You seem to be doing that a lot lately."

How very observant of you.

"There's more. Anyways, if you won't do my homework I'll not only prove to the whole school that you have other feelings, but uncover other juicy secrets."

Like?

"Your wandless magic, your stuffed teddy bear you sleep with--"

Have you been going through my stuff?!

"Your naughty magazines of Harry Potter, your secret stash of photos of Harry Potter--

I don't have--

"Your stash of love letters to Harry Potter--"

I don't--

"And your love for mangos."

My love for what?

"Oh sorry, that is my secret."

I don't have any of those things!

"Not even the teddy bear?"

You leave H.P. out of this.

"H.P.? Would that stand for Harry Potter?"

No! If you must know it stands for Hottie Pants.

There was silence as Bayne looked Malfoy over.

Am I lying?

"Surprisingly, no," she sighed. "Honestly, Malfoy. Hottie Pants?"

You don't like it?

"It would have been more juicy if it was Harry Potter. So there is no way you'll do my homework?"

Hell no.

"Then you know I'll have to make you sorry."

Yeah right.

"Well...good day, Malfoy, and sweet dreams. Give H.P. a hug for me."

Bayne Premont left Malfoy sitting in the Slytherin common room very confused. Had she really tried to blackmail the king of Slytherin? Yep. Did she almost succeed? Not in Draco's eyes.

***

Sure, Harry, lets go talk to Dumbledore, Harry thought to himself bitterly. Informative is what it would be if you could get in!

Jesus Christ, Potter. Don't yell.

I wasn't even thinking to you and the last time I checked you were busy with some first year, so how did you hear me?

First of all, you thought so loud you broadcasted...again. And secondly, you didn't happen to hear any of our conversation did you?

No, Harry felt Draco relax. I was too busy trying to figure out how to get into Dumbledore's office

Here, Draco thought and casted a spell on the gargoyle who immediately came to life. Did you forget you had powers, Potter.

How did you do that?

You forget everything dontcha? Remember when you were explaining you voice loss to your followers the "first" time and I had a little fun with Granger? I told you I could look and be apart of your surroundings.

I remember. Do you want to come and talk with me to Dumbledore?

Why?

I was going to try and find out why the Minister hasn't announced the location of the execution of our favorite crazed bastard yet.

Yeah, I'll come. Be there in a second.

Harry saw that the gargoyle was watching him and was waiting for Harry to enter. He just waved his hand and it went back to its post. Harry looked into Draco's surrounding and saw that he as on his way and Harry started to form a plan.

Time to have some fun.

What?

Harry shut of the mental link so no thoughts of his could escape and so Draco couldn't find him. He levitated himself to the ceiling and waited for Malfoy to come. He was so near and Harry was going to scare the hell out of him.

Draco came around the corner and looked for Potter. He wasn't in sight and he was confused. Harry tried hard not to laugh as he levitated himself behind Malfoy.

BOO! Harry thought as he tackled Malfoy. He easily pinned him to the ground because he was still in shock. Harry straddled Malfoy's stomach and held his hands above his head. Gotcha!

Potter, you fucker. You gave me a heart attack.

Kind of the point wasn't it?

Funny, very funny. Now get the fuck off.

I think I'll stay a bit longer.

Every time you've said that you have always ended up unconscious.

Not this time.

Wanna bet?

Malfoy slipped a hand out of Harry's grasp and caught the collar of Harry's shirt, which Harry tried to pry off with one hand. Draco's other hand went into Harry's face at which Harry retaliated by putting his other hand into Malfoy's face.

You know I could Stupefy you right now.

I could do the same.

"What are you two doing?" Professor Dumbledore asked as he came around the corner. They both froze and looked at him. Harry took his hand of Draco's where he was trying to pry him off the collar of his shirt, but he kept the other one still planted firmly in Malfoy's face.

I was just cleaning the floor here with Malfoy's head, sir, Harry wrote in the air.

"How kind of you to clean up for Filch, Harry, but I think you should stop."

Malfoy opened his mouth for air and Harry's thumb slipped into it.

Ew! Draco thought to Harry and bit down. He held it there.

Ow! Let go Malfoy.

I think I'll hold on a bit longer.

Fucker. If you don't let go I'll rip your earrings out. Harry's fingers went around the hanging chain.

Do that and I'll bite your thumb off.

"Ahem," Dumbledore coughed.

Both of the boys let go and Harry scooted down Malfoy's legs so he could sit up. It was the same position they were in at the Hospital Wing and they didn't notice or care. Draco wrote into the air:

We wanted to ask you about the execution location, sir.

"Very well, boys. Follow me."

Harry got up and held a hand out for Malfoy and erased the messages in the air with the other. He took it and they followed Dumbledore up the stairs into his office.

"Have a seat boys. Before I explain I just wanted to thank you to for not fighting so much," Dumbledore explained rolling his eyes. "Madame Pomfrey informed me that you did that," he said pointing to their hair and Draco's earrings, "to each other."

They nodded shyly.

"The little example outside my office says you aren't completely done fighting so I am arranging you to have a dorm together."

We were just messing around, Harry wrote into the air.

"And cleaning it up with Mr. Malfoy's head?"

Potter's right, sir.

"It doesn't matter because the arrangements have been set. You two will become friends and stop fighting."

Harry and Draco looked at each other.

"Now onto business. The minister's delay in announcing the location of the execution had not gone unnoticed and through peer pressure he announced today that the location will be announced a week before the execution on Christmas day. The Minister figures that the most exciting news the magical community will ever hear should be told on the most holy day. He has a weird sense of humor that he has.

"Speaking of Christmas, I wanted to let you know that that is the day you'll be able to get your voices back." Harry and Draco looked at each other in joyful surprise. "I am glad you are happy and you'll be even happier in your dorm." Their faces fell. "I want you to bring all of your belongings into my office after dinner tonight, which is in on now so I suggest you wash up. Your room will have a bathroom and a sitting room. I hope you enjoy."

The two boys got up and left. Harry was trying to imagine Ron's face as he told him where he was going to be and smirked.

What are you smirking about, Potter?

Oh...nothing, Harry thought blocking Malfoy out of his head, enjoying the Ron stricken image all to himself.

Harry felt Draco trying to probe into his mind and he could tell he was getting frustrated. He stopped and Harry gave him a quizzical glance and was caught off guard as he was hit by a spell. Harry stumbled to the ground and looked at Malfoy with blazing eyes.

Oh shit.

Harry looked at the true concern etched into his enemy's face.

What? Harry mentally snapped.

Scars.

Harry froze. His scars were revealed? The ones he got from Uncle Vernon and Dudley? The ones he tried to hide from the word were showing? Oh shit indeed. Harry quickly stood up and casted an all over glamour charm and started to run to his dormitory. He left Malfoy who was looking horror struck.

***

Harry woke up every day on the floor of his bedroom back at Privet Drive. He would ache all over even in his teeth. But this time Uncle Vernon had gone too far. The kitchen knife he pulled last night was uncalled for, but then again everything was uncalled for. Ever since he could remember, when a toe was out of line or in line but crooked it was broken. Beatings from his "family" were always happening and Harry had to rely on his, up until recently, subconscious wandless magic. It seemed that Uncle Vernon was tired of using his fists as a mean of unjust punishment so he began to use a knife. If a gun wasn't so goddamned loud to alert the neighbors Harry was sure he would have been shot if not dead. Ironic that the Boy Who Lived would probably die from muggles or muggle inventions.

Like any other day Harry would drag his ass into the bathroom and try to clean up his wounds. The cuts from Uncle Vernon were getting deeper every day. Like clock work Dudley came waddling into the bathroom and punched were UncleVernon had cut the night before and like clock work he would writhe in agony until the sweet feeling of unconsciousness fell on him. Like clockwork he was woken up to a slap in the face and like clockwork he looked at his cut that his magic healed for him. The scar would disappear an hour or so, but he knew it was there hiding behind his intentional magic.

Harry would finish his chores with the ever-present Aunt Petunia watching his every move. If the wood wasn't polished a certain way he was whipped across his hands and if he did something really bad in Aunt Petunia's mind he was whipped across the back. The skinny metal stick she used always drew blood and another scar. Like clockwork he counted off the days until school started and hoped that know one would ever find out about his memories/scars.

***

Harry ran into his dorm room and tripped over something. The boys dormitory was getting way out of hand and a sudden movement of scurrying feet/tentacles told him that the swamp monster was back. He would deal with it later. He scrambled back up and went to the mirror and glanced at himself and released the breath he did not know he was hiding. No scars were visible except the one who made him Harry Potter. He didn't doubt that the glamour charm had worked, but he was in such a hurry to get away from Malfoy that he was afraid he might have missed some.

The dormitory door opened and Ron stepped in and did a flawless impression of Harry a few seconds before. He glanced to the left and saw the feet/tentacles.

"It's back?" Ron asked getting up.

Harry nodded as he glanced back into the mirror double-checking for anything.

"Didn't you hear me calling you in the common room?"

Harry shook his head.

"I thought so. I wasn't worried that you were rushing to get in here, but when I heard the fall I came here as fast as I could. Hermione is right by the way...you know about the whole common room hearing us when we fall."

Harry chuckled, but no sound came out.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Ron asked sounding genuinely concerned. He smiled at Ron and waved a hand to write in the air.

I am fine, Ron...for now.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Dumbledore is making me and Swirly share a dorm.

"WHAT? No way in hell is that bastard coming in here," Ron shouted

Don't worry, Ron. He's not coming in here.

"You're not going to the Slytherin's dorms, are you?"

Hell no. Dumbledore made arrangement so we share our own.

The look on Ron's face was exactly how he imagined it. Priceless.

"I-I don't like that, Harry."

Yeah well I don't either, but you know when Dumbledore has his mind set he has his mind set. He is convinced that this dorm-sharing thing will bring us closer.

"Ew."

Yeah. I know. I have a better chance of Trelawney's gay ass predictions coming true than becoming friends with Malfoy.

"How long are you going to live with him?" Ron asked looking like he was holding back an urge to hurl.

Dunno, but I hope it's not for long.

"Sucks for you. Where is your dorm?"

Dunno. I am supposed to bring everything to Dumbledore's office after dinner--

"Which we're late to," Ron interrupted. "Come on, Harry, let's hurry. You don't want to miss your going away dinner do you?"

I'm not going away, Ron.

"Yes, you are Harry. Now let's go before dinner ends."

I really need to pack, Ron. You go ahead without me.

"I'll stay and help you. I'm not really that hungry..." Ron trailed off as his stomach growled. "Okay, so maybe I'm a little..." It growled ferociously and Harry tried to hide the smile at Ron's blush. "Okay, I am freakin' famished. But I'll stay if you want me to."

Nah. Go ahead.

"Thanks, Harry...I mean are you sure?"

As soon as Harry nodded, Ron was out the door throwing a backwards "Bye" in the general direction of Harry. He sighed and shook his head and by wandless magic began to pack up everything.

***

Draco Malfoy was sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall noticing a certain someone missing from the Gryffindor table. All dinnertime he had been looking for a spiky head with silver tips but found none. He felt bad he made Harry run away and with Harry's mental block up he couldn't tell where he was or what he was thinking. He began to run his fingers on his earring, a habit he picked up recently when he was thinking.

Ron Weasley walked into the Hall and Malfoy couldn't think of a time when he was actually glad to see the weasel. His happiness last for about two seconds when he realized Harry wasn't following. Why was he so emotional? Was Premont right?

He glanced over to where the Weasel was sitting and noticing he was whispering into the Mudblood's ear. She was slowly becoming a little angry yet sympathetic. At the same time they looked over to him and scowled at him harshly. He looked somewhere else.

They know what I did to Potter, Malfoy thought to himself. And why do I care?

Draco brought his gaze back onto them and sneered. That seemed to piss them off more.

Good.