Chapter 2
Harry’s POV
Binns was killing Harry with his drawling. He was doodling mindlessly on the piece of paper that he was supposed to be taking notes on. He did this often, not just in history of magic but in all the classes Harry got bored in. Today, he had drawn Malfoy, crying on the ground with his father standing over him. He chuckled.
Binns was getting into the 3rd giant war when the classroom door burst open, letting in a gust of cold air from the icy halls. Neville walked through said door.
“Professor, Harry needs to see, um, Professor Snape, yeah, Snape,” he gasped.
Binns looked up, looking slightly startled.
“Professor Snape?”
“Yes, sir, Snape.”
“Ok then.”
Harry walked out of the class with Neville who was still gasping for air.
“Neville, why does Snape need me?” Harry asked, thinking of their…interesting connection.
“Oh. Funny story, he doesn’t. Draco Malfoy is sobbing in the bathroom, said he needs you,” Neville responded, looking uncomfortable.
“Shit. Um, like really?”
This could be attention seeking or it could be serious, Harry isn’t heartless.
“Yeah, I’m kinda worried”
“You shouldn’t really, I’m not, let’s go check, just in case though,” Harry said, truthfully.
They walked down the halls in silence.
Harry opened the door, expecting to see something. Maybe a crying Malfoy, maybe Malfoy and his friends laughing at him, maybe even confetti. Not an entirely empty bathroom except for a blade on the floor.
“The bastard.”