Draco and the rest of the Slytherins paled. Out of favor or not, provoked or not, an attack on the Boy-Who-Lived by the son of a Death Eater would not be overlooked by the Headmaster.
Harry rolled up to a sitting position as the stars he was seeing faded and rubbed his head where he hit it. He frowned as his fingers came away with blood on them. "Son of a bitch." Harry suddenly realized all eyes were on him.
"Mr. Potter is there a reasonable explanation for what I just witnessed?" Dumbledore asked.
"Oh it's you. Reasonable explanation? Hm. I suppose I could explain, sort of… Reasonable, I doubt it. Mr. Malfoy has been sabotaging my potions work and being generally insulting not to mention trying to get me in trouble with the professors. I spoke a few truths and he was retaliating for comments I made about him and his father, and trying to assert his superiority of blood on me, a lowly halfblood, when I failed to recognize that I should bow before his wealth and position and blood purity. After all he is the son of the old, honorable and wealthy house of Malfoy, never mind that I am the Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Whose rank is greater than the house of Malfoy. If you'll pardon me I think I should go to the infirmary, I'm bleeding and have something of a headache." Harry headed to the door, he paused. "By the way Headmaster, I'm still waiting for you to return my father's cloak. Please do so soon, after all we wouldn't want the world to think you a thief, would we?" By this point Harry's eyes weren't entirely focused and he turned to continue on his way. Aaron Yaxley was the first to come out of his shock and he slipped out to make sure Harry made it to the infirmary.
Severus Snape was furious and frightened to the center of his twisted miserable soul. He had given an Unbreakable Vow to protect Lily's son, to do what ever it took to protect him. He had been frightened on Halloween when the boy had foolishly gone after the Granger twit and defeated a troll. But this was infinitely worse, his godson had fired a reductor curse point blank in the common room. Had Lily's son been one whit less capable, Snape would have been forsworn, his magic forfeit. "Draco your wand." He extended his hand for it.
Draco whitened. "But Godfather-"
"Shut up you stupid boy! Do you have any idea what you have done?"
"But it's his fault!"
"Give up your wand and I'll do my best to see you aren't expelled. But a reductor curse at point blank range regardless of what Potter said could be considered attempted murder, do you really want to argue with me!" Snape argued. Draco looked ready to pass out, but he handed his wand to his godfather. "All of you, I know it's a trial to have that- that boy in this house, given the ties I know many of you have. But this needs to be crystal clear. Regardless of what that… no matter what he says or does Mr. Potter is Slytherin, despite how many of us dislike that fact, therefore his life and safety is sacrosanct within the grounds of Hogwarts. Am I understood?"
Almost the whole of Slytherin house had been in the common room for the whole scene. So they answered their Head affirmatively. Only about half of the house were actually from Death Eater families. The other half was now set to wondering was Harry the next dark lord or was he their hope of breaking from the expectations of Slytherin House.
Albus meanwhile was trying to calculate how Harry could know what he had said. How did Harry know he was Lord Potter? Was it his mother's letter? Did he know about Albus overriding the wills? What had Petunia taught the boy? Was Harry dark? Would Harry cooperate with his fate or would he, heaven help the magical world, fight his fate? He was oblivious to the chaos that was going on around him so worried was he about his plans.
Up in infirmary, Harry half staggered to the closest bed.
"Oh my goodness Mr. Potter! What happened?"
"I had an accident, hurt my head, it made acquaintance with a table and I really wish it hadn't. Can you fix it?"
"Acquaintance with a table huh? How did that happen?" Poppy Pomfrey had met with Harry twice since he came to school. She had delivered Harry and Neville and had given them almost all their immunizations at least until Harry left the wizarding world, and she still had a soft spot for both boys. The first time she saw Harry was when he dropped off his medical records and confirmed with her dates for his immunizations and his eye appointment in February. He had struck her as being so adult despite being a boy. The second had been following the mishap in the first flying class. Most the other first years had been in for bumps, bruises, and sympathetic hugs from a mother figure. Harry, she had discovered that second visit, was extremely uncomfortable with mothering of any kind and didn't consider bumps and bruises worth mentioning. She cast a diagnostic charm, ignoring the fact he didn't answer. Harry had a very mild concussion, and the skin on the back of his head had split because of the large lump forming under the contusion where his head had struck the table. She resisted the urge to cluck at him the way she did most students. Aaron Yaxley came in, he waved his hand to show he was here to watch over Harry. Instead of clucking at Harry, she handed him a dose of the potion to fix his concussion and a pain reliever. He drank them both making faces each time. She then washed his wound and cast an episkey. " There that should set you right. Rest for an hour then I'll check you again. I want to make sure the concussion potion does its job. So while you're waiting, care to tell me how the back of your head made the acquaintance of a table?"
"Not really. It's my own damn fault."
Madame Pomfrey shook her head and retreated to her office.
Aaron sidled over to the bed Harry was on. "How'd you do that?"
"What?"
"Get her not to fuss."
"I told her if she fussed, I was leaving and never coming back."
"When? I didn't hear you say that."
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