Bloodline | Harry Potter x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Second Year~Chapter Fourteen

(Y/N)'s POV

Summer was creeping over the grounds around the castle; sky and lake alike turned periwinkle blue and flowers large as cabbages burst into bloom in the greenhouses. But with no Hagrid visible from the castle windows, striding the grounds with Fang at his heels, the scene didn't look right; no better, in fact, than the inside of the castle, where things were so horribly wrong.

Harry, Ron and I had tried to visit Hermione, but visitors were now barred from the hospital wing.

'We're taking no more chances,' Madam Pomfrey told us severely through a crack in the hospital door. 'No, I'm sorry, there's every chance the attacker might come back to finish these people off ...'

With Dumbledore gone, fear had spread as never before, so that the sun warming the castle walls outside seemed to stop at the mullioned windows. There was barely a face to be seen in the school that didn't look worried and tense, and any laughter that rang through the corridors sounded shrill and unnatural and was quickly stifled.

I constantly repeated Dumbledore's final words to myself. 'I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me ... Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.' But what good were these words? Who exactly were we supposed to ask for help, when everyone was just as confused and scared as we were?

Hagrid's hint about the spiders was far easier to understand - the trouble was, there didn't seem to be a single spider left in the castle to follow. Harry and I looked everywhere we went, helped (rather reluctantly) by Ron. We were hampered, of course, by the fact that we weren't allowed to wander off on our own, but had to move around the castle in a pack with the other Gryffindors. Most of our fellow students seemed glad that they were being shepherded from class to class by teachers, but I found it very irksome and I know Harry did, too.

One person, however, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere of terror and suspicion. Draco Malfoy was strutting around the school as though he had just been appointed Head Boy. I didn't realise what he was so pleased about until the Potions lesson about a fortnight after Dumbledore and Hagrid had left, when, sitting right behind Malfoy, I overheard him gloating to Crabbe and Goyle.

'I always thought Father might be the one who got rid of Dumbledore,' he said, not troubling to keep his voice down. 'I told you he thinks Dumbledore's the worst Headmaster the school's ever had. Maybe we'll get a decent Headmaster now. Someone who won't want the Chamber of Secrets closed. McGonagall won't last long, she's only filling in ...'

Snape swept past Harry, making no comment about Hermione's empty seat and cauldron.

'Sir,' said Malfoy loudly. 'Sir, why don't you apply for the Headmaster's job?'

'Now, now, Malfoy,' said Snape, though he couldn't suppress a thin-lipped smile. 'Professor Dumbledore has only been suspended by the governors. I dare say he'll be back with us soon enough.'

'Yeah, right,' said Malfoy, smirking. 'I expect you'd have father's vote, sir, if you wanted to apply for the job. I'll tell father you're the best teacher here, sir ...'

Snape smirked as he swept off around the dungeon, fortunately not spotting Seamus Finnigan, who was pretending to vomit into his cauldron.

'I'm quite surprised the Mudbloods haven't all packed their bags by now,' Malfoy went on. 'bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn't Granger ...'

The bell rang at that moment, which was lucky; at Malfoy's last words, Ron had leapt off his stool, and in the scramble to collect bags and books, his attempts to reach Malfoy went unnoticed.