Harry strolled along the coridors of the castle, thinking about what Snape had said to him. "Strutting around just like your father used to!" The sentence still rang in his head, haunting him day and night. His father didn't strut in pictures, but was that because of the camera? And Harry knew for certaint HE didn't strut, Draco did, very anoying Draco was. Harry was lost in thought when he ran right into a familiar looking pile of fur. " E'llo 'Arry!" "Hi, Hagrid," said Harry dryly, he was going to meet Hermione and Ron and wasnn't much in the mood to soclize. But Draco walked by and said "Ugh, whats that smell? Oh right.... Pottah and that, Proffeser, give off quite the stench!" He said proffeser like he wouldn't call him proffeser over death. And Harry seriously doubted he would. But no time to jinx Malfoy, so he slipped away to the Gryffondor comon room, where his friends were waiting.