"Classes were canceled when they started the search for you. They were going to do it on their downtime, but the professors protested, so they canceled classes until you were found. If they hadn't recovered you after the end of this week, then the Aurors— magical police— would've been brought in," the bushy-haired girl said with a great deal of resignation. "I overheard Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman talking about it," she offered, when they gave her a 'how do you know this?' look.
At that, the other two teens nodded. By this time, they had made it down the stairs and were now headed down another deserted hallway, going towards the kitchens.
"Wait, people were being petrified a couple of years ago and they didn't cancel classes, I go missing and bam they practically shut the school down. Am I really that important that they'd stop your education just to find me? I know what you told me earlier, but really, I'm just a kid. If they are waiting for some fucking hero, well aren't they going to be bloody well disappointed," Harry said with a smirk. He had learned his lesson, and he was no one's hero. There were a few times in the last week, he stuck up for the kids on the street, only for them to kick him in the shins and run off with whatever they could pinch from his pockets. Now he was for himself, and perhaps his friends, which he still didn't know who were.
Yeah, Hermione seemed to know him, but she kept defending the old man and woman, which in his books made her some sorta authority worshiper. He really didn't need someone who would put others first. He was keeping her around, because she knew him and could tell him about his past. That and if he got his memories back, he might find there were other reasons he liked her.
Judging from what little interaction he had with Luna, this was his first time meeting her, and well, he liked her well enough. Even with all her quirks. She had the potential to be a great friend. He was going to keep her close.
"When it comes to you, Potty, we are all disappointed," came the drawl from behind them.
The trio turned to see three teenage boys looking like they were ready to rumble. Well, the two bruisers did, the one in the middle looked like the kind to give orders and watch.
The two witches dropped their arms and pulled their wands, while Harry bent over laughing almost hysterically. He had taken one look at those expensive clothes, the slicked back hair and his bodyguards and knew this boy was a rich snob that hid behind his parents. "Oh my God, did you really just call me that?" the dark-haired boy asked between laughs. Taking deep breaths and wiping the tears of mirth from his face, he stopped, looked at the ponce in front of him and broke down again. "Shite, he's a Daddy's Boy, isn't he?" he guffawed to Luna, who nodded with a smile, but kept her wand trained on the known bullies.
"What on earth is the matter with you, Potter?" the confused blond asked, his eyes looking over his schoolyard nemesis. This wasn't what he expected, though he really should have after the spectacle the boy made earlier.
Quick as a wink Harry sobered. "Listen, Papa's Little Bitch Boy, I don't know who you are, I don't care who your daddy is, and I will only tell you this once… stay the fuck out of my way, and I won't stomp you with my steel-toed boots," he threatened menacingly as he stepped closer and closer to the other boy.
"You can't threaten me," Malfoy sneered as he waved his henchmen forward, causing the girls to point their wands at one each with a spell on their lips.
"Now, now, ladies, gentlemen, I am sure you are not fighting," the Headmaster said as he and Snape rounded the corner. They came to a halt when they were by Slytherins' side. The old man looked over the group with a great deal of grandfatherly disappointment showing in his face and eyes.
Snape on the other hand, was glaring at all of them, Draco and his goons, because they got caught, and the others on principle.
"Of course not, sir ," Malfoy stated as he stepped away from Potter with a wary, yet calculating, look in his eyes.
"Bugger off, old man, this is between me and the ponce," the messy-haired amnesiac snarled, his eyes never leaving the blond in front of him.
"Potter, you will show the Headmaster some respect," snapped Snape and was about to say more, when he saw a glimpse of the Baron out of the corner of his eye. Cursing his luck, he settled back down.
"Woah, aren't you an ugly duck," Harry said, when he looked to see who was talking, making the man step forward with his hands out, like he was going to strangle the boy. "Ever hear of shampoo? I'm not sure if it will turn you into a swan, but it can't hurt," he added with a shrug. There was something about this man that said to keep an eye on him. And yeah, he probably shouldn't provoke him, but really, that hair. "Hermione's parents are dentist, maybe you should give them a call. I mean, your teeth look like you eat metal," he finished as he looked the man up and down.
"Why you…" was all Snape got out when the Bloody Baron drifted in front of him.
"Potion Master Snape, control yourself," he barked with a threatening look in his eyes, and then turned. "I heard you were looking for me, Headmaster," he said pompously, though he was fuming at the Potions Master's lack of restraint. He knew he was going to have to tell the old man what was happening if the out-of-control teacher didn't get his act straight soon. Now he just had to figure out how in a very Slytherin way.
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