…..Chaos and first years mix very well
When that hat said nothing would be like in the past. This was not what he had imagined.
Now, If Draco Malfoy was aware he was a fictional character in a sad fanfiction attempt by a weird 15 year old, he would dramatically narrate the opening question of “How did it get to this point?”, unfortunately he was not aware of that.
Fortunately, or unfortunately in normal cases, he was also weird, tired and depressed so he would do that anyway.
The day had started off fairly decently, He had woken up feeling like a daisy in the sun and the world just felt right in that one wonderful moment of ignorant bliss-…. That said, the next few moments consisted of his yearmates, (Friends?), causing property damage to thousand year old dorms as they tried to hex their alarm clocks to shut up.
He had eaten breakfast with Terry and Michael, before heading to the quidditch pitch. Where he came face to face with Helvi and Potter who were arguing over something and a scared looking Longbottom behind Potter.
”Hey? What on earth is going on here?” He lifted his chin up high and walked with proud yet elegant steps with his robes flowing behind him as he walked. He tried to achieve that same elegance his godfather so often conveyed while still retaining the proudness of his bloodline and the air of authority that came with it.
And if the sudden stop of arguing was anything to go by, he succeeded. But Helvis' face soon displayed a frown and his eyes darkened, painting the very picture of anger.
Meanwhile, Potter's face was a mix between ‘righteous’ anger and embarrassment. His ears were pink but his face red, eyes dangerously narrowed.
But none of them spoke up. For a while at least, for after a few terrible seconds of infinite silence, Helvi took a deep calming breath and turned around towards him.
“It Is really none of your concern young lord Malfoy. So I sincerely hope you keep out of this.” Helvi spat, voice laced with venom but eyes calm.
“You-!! Watch your mouth!! You can’t just say to him!!” Potter said, eager to get back to arguing it seemed.
And boy did they argue-!
”Theo, what is happening here?” He asked the currently most trusted individual in the room. (Not really a room, but still.)
”Well, To be honest, I Don't really know, they were already like this by the time we got here. But it seems to be about Potter accusing Helvi of theft.” Petty thievery? By a pure blood? A proud pure blood? I think not. Unless of course Helvi is lying about his bloodline, he would have been raised better.
Theo seemed to have the same idea, because he looked pretty ready to side with Helvi.
”Do I need to remind you he hit me like- 3 days ago? Cuz that hurts.” He whispered to Theo.
He shook his head and steeped back. Soon Draco himself did the same when it was clear they wouldn’t stop bickering with each other.
Madam Hooch put a stop to that though.
It wasn’t long before kids in all houses were trying to get their brom of the ground.
He, Potter, Helvi, Theodor and Pansy and a couple unnamed gryffindors were the only ones to get it at the first try.
Pansy and he looked towards Madame Hooch, waiting for new instructions.
But they never came, instead Longbottom's toad (that btw, where in Merlin’s beard did he come from??) jumped away in a frantic escape attempt and hit a Potter in the face, Helvi, like most 11 years old would, started laughing. Which then unleashed the fourth great magical war since, of course, it was now slytherin against gryffindor.
Things didn't stop there no no, because while trying to stop the quickly escalating conflict, both he and a girl from Hufflepuff got hit in the crossfire. The girls front teeths grew exponentially, rivaling even the teeths Grangers sported during their first first year (now did again) and his eyebrows and hair also grew. Hanging like oversized curtains from his head.
Now, it was pure chaos, cuz if you think Draco Malfoy was going to let that slide in any lifetime….. You were sorely mistaken.
Curses and jinxes left his wand at the speed of lightning itself (in his….. anger he did not notice these spells were far too advanced for a first year). Other ravenclaws followed his lead and hufflepuff (the most loyal house, if the hat to be believed) also joined in on behalf of their hit comrade.
Poor Madame Hooch was blowing in her whistle as if her life depended on it, but there was only so much one adult could do against 53 dueling crazy children with no moral compass.
Suddenly Potter took to the skies with a broom he claimed he never ridden before ’that's a lie if I ever hear one’.
Longbottom were hiding under a table, Granger was screeching at everyone and everything to stop, Weasley was attempting to hex Helvi (he did not succeed), Helvi himself was trying to hit Potter, Terry and Michel were either laughing or crying and Theo and Pansy were laughing like maniacs and hitting gryffindors and hufflepuffs alike with laughing jinxes and nail growing cursues.
After 10 to 15 minutes of all out war did help for Madame Hooch arrive in the form of Professor Macgonagoll, Professor Snape and The bloody baron (not that he knew how a ghost was going to help except added intimidation).
To cut a long story of viscius students and teachers arguments short, all students were given varying levels of detention. Since it was almost everyone from a whole year, they couldn’t expel them.
That said, He, Helvi, Potter and the Hufflepuff girl (Hanna Abott) were pinnedas slightly more to blame. Make no mistake, Longbottom's frog didn’t get off easily either but still, unfair.
”Never in my life have I ever seen such madness!!!!” Professor Maconagol glared while furiously writing on a red paper. Both he and Helvi knew what red paper meant.
Red was the color used by the school when they wrote letters home…. The worst thing that could happen right now.
(His father had been quite torn on what school he should attend, on one hand it had been tradition for Malfoys (and Blacks) to go to Hogwarts since seventeen hundreds. On the other hand, both Durmstrang and Mahoutokoro were exceedingly good options, if his father was able to convince his mother with this letter….. He could kiss Hogwarts goodbye-
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Wait…..
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That might not be all that stupid after all?
I mean- If he and his family were not even in the country- then they wouldn’t get dragged into a war??? Maybe??? Please???
But then he thought of his fathers unwavering sense of loyalty to that man. The loyalty that destroyed the 350 year old family home, killed his only child and made his wife depressed….
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Yeah no, golden boy was still the safest bet.
Hogwarts is still a hot burning mess though, and the school's detention methods were like something out of the dark ages of witch hunts.
Speaking of, back to the situation at hand;)
Potter and Miss Abott seemed quite unaware of the horror awaiting them, which, weird? The Abott family were previously a part of the sacred 28 and a pure blood clan until the nineteen fifties, she should have been warned about the red letters….
Potter…. They were also a pureblood clan (though Potter was a halfblood??), even if it was never disclosed who his guardian was they probably would want to make sure Potter honored his ancestors and didn’t get a red letter sent home???
Like- What?? Why weren’t they worried??
He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of four owls crashing in through the windows.
Professor Mcgonagall handed each owl a letter and sent them out the window.
”How come not a single one of you students know better!? You-!…..”sigh” every first year from every house, fighting ....” The Professor fumed while silently walking back and forth and back and forth again.
They all stood quietly, not wanting, or daring for that matter, to say a single word in fear of the silently raging witches anger being directed at them specifically. Suddenly she stopped, turned and looked at them.
”I must, however controversial the situation maybe, commend all of your spell work, never in my years have I ever seen first years duel with such ferocity,” her eyes suddenly landed on him where they lingers as she continued “or such skill” she turned around and once again continued speaking
“After talking with headmaster Dumbledore we have agreed that the best course of action would be to guide that ferocity and skill towards being more productive than simply giving your yearmates black eyes and teeths the size of carrots…..”
“Sorry!!! Could I get some help with these monstrosities of eyebrows I got jinxed with?” He said while they still were on the topic of cursed people.
“….. I suppose that would be appropriate, but mind you after the stunt all of them pulled, I almost want to leave them so. That way you maybe learn not to jump into cross fire, Mr Malfoy.” She relented as she lifted her wand and in one smooth movement, the gigant curtain eyebrows were history.
“Thank you professor, sorry for interrupting” He tried putting on an innocent expression, and judging from the way her eyes softened just a fraction…. It worked. As expected, of course, he trained that face on his father until he got it.
“Don’t repeat it. Now as I was saying…. Therefore headmaster dumbledore has asked me and professor Quirrell to establish an inter-house dueling class after school hours. Your punishment will be that your attendance is required as opposed to the rest of your school-mates who’s attendance will be optional.”
Wait-….. let me just process that…..
So more or less…. 1) Potter would be thaght to duel, and he barely need to lift a finger? That takes care of-!!!!? At least a third of his problems-!!?!!? 2) He would get an excuse of knowing not-first-year-appropriate jinxes!!
3) as long as he could keep dear Helvi from murdering the golden goose, he could focus on taking care of Quirells trauma before it even happens!!!
The only problem is that combined with the lessons with Madame Pomfrey, he will have a very tight schedule. But if golden goose also is at the dueling thing, then they can still spend time with each other- but then Helvi and professor Quirrell….
This was going to be a rough year wasn’t it….