One DADA lesson later, I was making puppy eyes at Professor Lupin. "Please please please..."
He sighed in exasperation. "OK, but-"
"Yay!!"
"But, I have to be there at all times. You can join in with me and Harrys sessions, after lessons in my office."
"Thanks! I'll see you there."
I rushed out of the classroom, making a To Do list in my head.
1. Get over fear of Death Eaters. Underway.
2. Tell Ron about the dragon thing.
3. Get a dementor to show me my past.
4. Pulpervise Malfoy. Tick! Done.
5. Pulpervise Malfoy more.
"Hey!!" I turned from my mental checklist to see a certain angry Slytherin storming towards me.
Looks like number 5 was about to happen.
"What do you want Blondie?"
"Don't call me that!"
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because... Because I say so!"
I smirked at his reddening face and turned to leave.
"Reeeeaal good response there Malfoy." I called over my shoulder. "Top marks for wittiness."
"Stop that!" He screeched.
"No." I said, turning back to face him. "I feel that SOMEONE should teach you a lesson about respect. And I should be that someone. Any problems with that?" I was right in his face now, giving him a death glare.
"How are you going to do that?" He smirked, crossing his arms. "You're outnumbered."
I could hear his two goons shuffling into place behind me.
"I could take those two, easy." I gestured over my shoulder.
"Oh yeah?" He nodded to one of the goons behind me, and something like a baseball bat collided with my back, where my wings met, and sent my sprawling sideways. I turned the fall into a roll, coming out in a crouch, my eyes black.
The goons held two bats, both polished to a shine, and One was approaching me, whacking his against his palm menacingly, with a smirk on his face. The other was standing still, his bat held in a position ready to swing.
I moved quickly, powering up of the floor and slamming my fist into Goon 1's chin before he had a chance to swing.
Ooowwww. Hitting people hurts your hand.
I took up a combat stance, centre of gravity low, hands out in front and tried not to growl at the remaining goon. It would blow my cover bigtime.
Goon 2 seemed less cocky than Goon 1, swinging his bat at my head when I came within range. I ducked under his swing, getting in to close for him to get up any momentum, and got him in a stranglehold, slowly decreasing his oxygen supply till he was unconscious.
Malfoy was leaning, shaking, against the wall, his features arranged in a fearful expression. I walked past hi to pick up my bag, then went off to my next class, calling over my shoulder as I went.
"Told you so."
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Dragons at Hogwarts
FanfictionThe Elder Dragons are an old race, as old as the magic that permeates this world. They are the oldest of races and in the times of fire and lava at the formation of this world, they were there, and they developed hard scales, harder than diamond, an...
