A crumpled paper hit Harry’s head. “What do you....what the..?” Harry opened up the paper. “I know more of you than you think....” He shook his head. “Way to start off a morning.” Harry pushed himself out of bed. Draco was sniggering in the Great Hall. Harry’s temper was boiling. “Oh, think it’s so funny, Draco?” Harry threw a nearby book and Draco suddenly looked scared. “It’s not what you think it is,” he whimpered. Harry was angry. “I SEE DUMBLEDORE DIE AND THE VERY NEXT DAY I GET A CREEPY NOTE FROM YOU, AND YOU JUST........DENIE IT?!?!” Everybody was looking at him now. “C’mon, Crabbe, Goyle.” Draco staggered out of the room. “It’s not what you think,” he whispered. And Draco made a very sad face and Harry suddenly felt lonely. For the first time, his hot head failed him. “....Look, what would you do?,” Harry said. But Draco was gone. Harry hung his head and turned around to find out Snape was behind him. “What do you think you’re doing, Potter?” Snape put extra emphasis on the word Potter. Harry knew there was no weaseling out of this. “5 points from Gryffindor. I’ve never seen such a big head. You’ll have detention all week at 6:00.” Harry felt sick to his stomach. For once, Harry agreed with Snape. “Ok.” “Ok, sir.” “Why are you calling me sir?” Snape sneered and walked away. Under his breath Harry heard “Just like your spoiled father.”
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