Now you see why that can't happen (part 2)
Terence Higgs had made a big mistake. He had made a big, very awful mistake.
He hadn't messed with Ronald Weasley... He hadn't messed with the most obvious target... of course not. He hadn't messed with Draco Malfoy, no, because Malfoy had enough sway on his own. But goddammit, he just had to mess with one of them. Of course he had to mess with one of them.
He chose the wrong one.
He chose the very wrong option out of all of the wrong options that he had to choose from.
He chose Daphne Greengrass, and if there was ever anything that Harry had learned while growing up in a house with Walburga, it was that he was to treat Daphne like a princess. He was to treat her like the royal guards treat the princess... Kill all intruders... kill all betrayers... kill all who think they can waltz in and touch the princess without anyone's permission.
And Higgs had done just that. He had waltzed into the castle and tried to attack the princess. Correction, he had walked into the castle and attacked the princess.
So naturally, sitting in the Slytherin common room, Harry was dangerously close to murdering everyone. He sat on the black leather couch with one leg crossed over the other, a look of seething anger that was actually keeping some of the second years from even looking in his direction.
Marcus Flint sat across from him, staring into those seething Green eyes, they were vivid, and angry, and captivating enough in the fierce storm that they were swirling in, Marcus couldn't look away. He couldn't help but compare them to what the killing curse was supposed to look like. The sheer anger in them leading Marcus to believe that this boy before him would have absolutely no problem with murdering Higgs and anyone who tried to stop him from murdering him.
"Flint, I just want one thing... Tell me where Higgs is." The piercing eyes promised nothing but pain if Marcus dared to lie.
"He will be entering the common room any minute now. I guarantee that he will be smug. Very smug. He will think that he has won." Marcus met the boys eyes with a stubbornness that the boy before him appreciated.
"Then we will wait. He has not won against me, as he has never faced me. But he will learn. Because defying me like this... it promises pain. I guess he must be a masochist, and what can I say... I'm a people pleaser." His smile was like that of Death's... It should have been the last thing you saw before you disappeared forever.
"Everyone thought he was all tough. But here I am, completely unscathed." Higgs caught sight of the boy he was talking about when he heard an icy voice.
"For now." The sight of those deadly green eyes did nothing to quell the stupidity that Higgs had somehow developed during his lifetime.
"Come to apologize and beg for us not to do anything else?" Higgs must have been hit with the stupid stick multiple times, because it was obvious that this confrontation was going to end in a massacre. It was as if he was trying to impress his fellow slytherins.... Well they were impressed alright, impressed with how stupid a single individual could be.
"I have no reason to apologize, Higgs. In fact, I believe that it's the other way around... well, it's too late. I do believe I will have to make an example of you... though, I find that I probably won't mind hurting you." The boy took this time to stand and stride in the direction of the elder slytherin.
Higgs on the other hand, became still. It was in the way that the boy was majestically gliding towards him, it was in the way that the boy kept eye contact the entire time... everything in him screamed for him to run, but he couldn't He couldn't move... Even if he could, he couldn't run. He had provoked the boy, he had said that the Black family heir was weak... and the reality of the situation was crashing down on him.
The boy didn't move like the Potter family had. He didn't have a bounce in his step, he didn't boastfully spread his arms to bring a cheer.
He moved like a striking snake. He moved with the type of grace that he had only heard about from his parents... was it tragic to say that the boy moved the way that his parents had described to him in stories about the war when he was younger. He moved the way they had said that Bellatrix Le Strange moved before the battle begun... He moved the way that his parents had described their strongest enemy on the battlefield, Sirius Black.
He couldn't let that affect him. He had to be stronger than that.
"I don't think I'll be the one who gets hurt, child." Oh Merlin what had he done? He just called the boy a child.
"I guess we'll have to see, Let's begin your lesson on manners. Impedimenta*. Stupefy. Diffindo." It was one after another after another, and the casting speed was impressive for a forth year, let alone a first year. Not to mention the spell choices.
"Incendio, Confundo!" Higgs struck back, and it started to be one big war zone of two people shooting spell after spell at the other. Seventh years were dragging first years out of the way, bringing all of the students in the common room, besides the two fighting, into a group so they could cast a shield around them. There would be no interference in the fight.
"Confringo!" It barely missed Higgs, and Potter-Lupin-Black was turning the common room into a waste land. The spell had made contact with a sofa, promptly catching it on fire.
"Reducto!" Higgs made contact with the Black heir's arm, not his wand arm, but his arm nonetheless. The pained noise that came from the younger boy's mouth was something that didn't sound human, a high pitched whine that just about split eardrums. But the injured boy kept going... and he looked angrier.
"Ventus! Ventus, Ventus!" He hit Higgs with the same spell three times. Pushing him back farther and farther with the Hurricane like winds, and proceeding to send half of the things in the common room in the direction of the giant windows that showed the Black lakes depths. They were coated in old magic, so they wouldn't be broken, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt to be slammed into them.
Harry wasn't going to let it end there... Not with the added turmoil of his now shattered arm. He felt the muscles being destroyed.
"Silenco, Stupefy, Finestra." It was only the windows showing the depths of the lake that were protected from strong spells, but hitting a lamp with a spell like Finestra, which was meant to shatter glass, a lamp right next to were Higgs was passed out. Broken glass rained down on his unconscious body.
Higgs held in for fifteen minutes against the boy, and the boy definitely wasn't strong enough to take on Snape, Dumbledore, or at least three Slytherin seventh years, but Higgs was a fifth year, and he had been beat because he thought that the boy would stop when his arm was destroyed.
It was then that Snape burst into the common room. It was nearing the end of the battle when a seventh year sent a third year to get their Head of house. It had become obvious that the fight was getting out of control.
"What is going on here?" His voice was harsh, and he stared at the common room in horror. Sofas were on fire, there was broken glass all over the place, tables and chairs were destroyed. The common room was in bits and pieces. It looked like a warzone. Not to mention the two students who had been engaged in the fight.
"Higgs here decided that Daphne Greengrass was a suitable person to attack. I deemed it otherwise... So that started a little... Disagreement." Snape stared in horror at the first year before him. Taking in the boy's appearance, he noted that his left arm hung limply beside him, and seemed to be horribly broken. Taking a look at Higgs, he could tell who was worse off. Higgs was knocked out, crumpled on the floor in an awkward position. It seemed that he had something broken. Snape could almost see what happened in his head. It was obvious that Higgs had been slammed against the windows.
"Hospital wing first, and then the Headmaster's office. I don't know what the bloody hell you two were thinking, but I'll see to it that you have detention for at least a month." With that, he awoke Higgs, "You both stay here so I can get Madame Pomfrey. She'll want to help me escort the both of you to the Hospital wing. For Merlin's sake, watch them closely, and don't let them fight anymore, not that I believe they have any power left to fight." Snape stormed to the painting that led to his private rooms, going to floo call the Poppy.
Harry made eye contact with Higgs, who was still on the floor.
"Don't you ever dare touch any of them every again Higgs... Or I'll do worse. I may be in pain, but I guarantee you have a longer stay with Poppy than I do." It was most likely true, as there was probably something wrong with his back, or his skull.
Everyone in the common room could assure the rest of the school that Harry Potter-Lupin-Black would destroy them, or at least harm them, even if it meant that he would also get injured.
Luna Lovegood was missing her friends dearly, and she was bored. At some point, she had started to randomly appear in front of Sirius while he was in Grimmuald place and she would demand entertainment...
A bored Luna Lovegood was a dangerous Luna Lovegood. She was the main little fire starter out of the four maniacal children, and she was the only one near Sirius, Regulus Walburga, and Remus.
"Osh mon, Gilde Fon, Kun dah! Osh mon Gilde fon, Kun dah!" She was speaking no known language as she chanted over the candle, in the middle of the circle... They had no idea what was happening, the only thing that the four Adults knew was that she said it was for the other three children, and that it was important that they watch, but they do not interrupt.
It was important that they stood around her, one in front of her, one behind her, and two by her sides. They were not to speak, nor were they to touch each other. but they were each to reach their palm out in her direction. Regulus had to be the one in front of her, as she knew all of their secrets, therefore if he did not stand there then she would tell Harry that Regulus was his father.
It was only when she stopped, blew out the candle, and stood, that they were allowed to put down their arms. They didn't know what she had done, but they felt tired... They assumed it was from holding their arms in the air for so long without being allowed to move, talk, or do anything at all.
Luna grinned as they all went to get food. They would never have to know that she had taken just a little magic from each of them and sent it through Harry's body so he could perform the spells he did during his battle with Terence Higgs. The reason Regulus Black had to be facing her was so that she could use their blood connection. She could have used Sirius or Walburga, but it wouldn't have worked nearly as well as it had.
She may not have been at Hogwarts, but her friends kept her updated, and Harry had requested her help on this specific mission. It was to protect Daphne, and Luna helped protect her, even if she wan't at Hogwarts. Nobody would mess with her friends... or they would feel the Wrath of Kronos. She would summon ancient evil if she had to. Any of them would summon ancient evil to destroy those who dared to mess with their friends... As unbelievable as it was, out of all four of them, Harry was the most merciful. The other three would have demolished Higgs and thrown him into the Black lake. They would have beaten him outside, where everyone could see... and then they'd drown him.
Draco Malfoy, the Brunette, stared at Harry Potter-Lupin-Black with pure and utter astonishment. He had seen a similar side to the boy, but not to this extent. He had no idea that the boy would go so far to protect his friends... or him. Harry was protective, and he destroyed Higgs.
"Harry Potter-Lupin-Black! What the hell were you thinking?" Pamona Sprout couldn't keep herself from cursing in front of the students. This child could have been seriously injured... no scratch that, he was seriously injured. His whole arm was mangled on the inside, and the outside was almost as gory. She was terrified for him. It was commendable to stand up for those you care about, but to destroy a whole common room and battle someone in a fight that caused both parties to be seriously injured... That was just horrendously stupid.
"I'm not sorry for what I did. That bloody bastard deserved it." He would have crossed his arms, but he was physically incapable of doing so.
"I don't care how much he deserved it, you put an entire house and yourself in danger. Any number of things could have happened. What if that spell had hit you in the head? What if your spell that literally set a bunch of things on fire had hit him in the head?" Harry suddenly frowned at the last part.
"Actually, I was quite unpleased when it didn't hit him in the head, but when a person moves, they move I guess." Pamona looked ready to hit the boy before her, but she would save that for when he was all healed.
Draco took this as his time to but in.
"Harry, what would I have done if hi shad hit you in the head. You already claimed that you are going to marry me, and even in your death, nobody would want to try and marry someone that the Black family heir has decided to marry... I'd be left alone forever." Harry seemed to think about what Draco said before his eyes lit up.
"I would return from the dead to keep you from being alone, My dear Draco. Nothing would stop me from marrying you, not even Terence Higgs' spell hitting me in the head." That worried Draco slightly, as he was just saying that to try and get the boy to see reason, and he still didn't want to accept that he was going to be forced to marry the boy before him.
But that was quickly pushed away for another concern. He couldn't believe he had actually grown to care that Harry got injured, but to be fair, it could have been him that Higgs had attacked. Harry had essentially gotten hurt so the rest of them wouldn't have to. Daphne had been hit by a boil curse, and while that was uncomfortable, it was nothing compared to almost losing a whole arm.
Draco was glad that the boy was okay...
He was also glad that since the boy was in the hospital wing, he wouldn't have to be worried about taking anymore trips down the moving stairs on mattresses.
Dear Merlin, he had no idea what he would do with himself without having the ever-living fear of being drug down the stairs at any moment, but he was sure he would find some way to spend his time... A less dangerous way to spend his time, that was for sure.
Though, to be fair, running at the whomping willow would prove to be less dangerous than hanging out with Harry Potter-Lupin-Black.