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Harry Potter Promise NR.6
Date: 7/10/2017, Categories: Fiction Fan fiction, Author: zimbi
... in his hand. Malfoy turned his gaze to Harry, and sniffed. "I don't think I follow orders from you, Potter. Unlike all those sniveling followers and fans you revel in." Harry snorted. "Yeah, well your father would know all about being a follower, wouldn't he." The allusion to Malfoy Senior's status as a Death Eater was blatantly obvious. Malfoy took a step forward, and Ron and Neville immediately shot to their feet. Malfoy chuckled. "Careful, boys. I, unlike you, have been made a Prefect, so I, unlike you, have the authority to dock points and issue detentions." Harry finally stood, rolling his wand around in his hand as he casually commented, "And so do I, Malfoy. And I promise you, I will give as good as I get. I'd keep that in mind, if I were you." He pointedly looked over at Crabbe and Goyle, before using his wand to silently push Malfoy and his cronies out of the compartment. He then shut and locked the door so that they couldn't get back in, before he sat down and re-holstered his wand. "Brilliant, mate," Ron said, grinning as he also sat down. The rest of them followed, and Ginny took Harry's hand, calming him down as only she could. He was good at hiding his feelings, but Malfoy really ticked him off. They all forced themselves to go back to their conversation, and not let Malfoy win by continuing to stew over his visit. Soon enough, they were pulling into the station, and Harry, Hermione, and Susan left to help organize the students, directing lost first years and ...
... helping students get to the carriages. Harry was startled to hear someone other than Hagrid calling for the first years, but he didn't have much time to think about it. He and Hermione joined Susan and a few other Prefects in one of the last carriages up to the castle. He once more felt the welcoming rush of magic wash over him, and mentally smiled as his own magic responded warmly to the comforting presence. It was good to be back. _ _ _ Chapter 7 Disclaimer: not mine Harry and Hermione waved to Susan and the other Prefects as they entered the Great Hall, joining Ron, Neville, and Ginny at Gryffindor table. Before they had any time to talk, McGonagall was entering the room, leading a group of scared first years behind her. Harry listened to the Sorting Hat's song with half an ear, noting with interest that it spoke about uniting the houses and forging bonds to last, the same thing he had been trying to accomplish through the DA. One by one, McGonagall called up the nervous new students. Harry clapped for each one, no matter what house he or she went to, and made a mental note of the names so that he would be able to acknowledge them later. Especially if any of them joined the DA. Finally, the first years were all sorted, and Dumbledore stood up. "There is a time for speeches, but this is not it. Tuck in!" He sat back down as the tables suddenly groaned under the weight of the food that appeared. Harry and his friends immediately dug in, Ron with more relish than the rest; it ...