Chapter 1: The End of the Year

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Voldemort was forcefully ejected from Quirrell's body as it crumbled into nothing more than ashes on the floor. The wraith silently screamed in rage. How had this happened? The plan would have worked perfectly and he would have a body if it wasn't for that dratted boy-who-lived. Voldemort had to rush through the halls of Hogwarts, trying to get out. The subconscious part of his brain that was still the lonely child Tom Riddle pushed the wraith to go to the Slytherin common rooms, a safe haven,

He flew through the door and found a hole in the wards, right next to the first year boy's dorm. Yessss…. Voldemort thought and raced towards the hole. Unfortunately he didn't realized that in his rush to get out of Hogwarts he had gone through Draco Malfoy.

Blood magic is a very powerful thing. Lily Potter had used blood magic to stop the killing curse, Voldemort had used blood magic to hide his horcruxes, and drank unicorn blood to stay alive, It was considered dark magic, and is currently censored by the ministry, but even the lightest of wizards would admit it was powerful. This was why it was foolish of Voldemort to fly through the Malfoy heir.

Draco's blood line was dormant. It was concealed under glamours and more blood magic, but it was still there. The dormant blood felt the darkest of presences enter its host and reared up to attack. The recessive blood at once became dominant, and anyone who was awake at this moment would have seen black shadows converge around Draco. The previously recessive heritage came to the forefront, pushing away any other heritage in place of its own.

He woke up screaming. It hurt, it hurt so much. There was nothing he could do to stop it. Was he bleeding, was he dying? Coherent thoughts slowly disappeared as the pain reached its peak and the other students ran to get the only adult in Hogwarts they could truly trust, Severus Snape.

Slytherins, as a rule, were distrusted by others and labeled as dark wizards. There was little to do in order to change this viewpoint. Some Slytherins became this stereotype, bullying and downgrading others to increase their self-worth. Others faded into the background, with very few knowing their names, being silent unless spoken to. This was why they could only trust Professor Snape. He had no prejudices against Slytherins like other teachers did, and protected younger Slytherins from bullies.

Blaise Zabini was one of the latter types of Slytherins. He had very few friends, he spoke to next to no one, and kept mostly quiet about his views. When he heard Draco malfoy screaming he was the first one to get up, and he immediately went running to his head of house's quarters.

Severus Snape enjoyed his sleep, and he hated it whenever someone interrupted him. He woke to the sound of knocking on his door. He slowly got up and went to the door finding Blaise Zabini, a quiet first year, looking up at him in trepidation.

"It's Draco," the boy got out,"he's screaming awful loudly."

Snape was immediately aware of his surroundings. His godson was in trouble. Not that Draco knew he was Severus's godson, not yet. He rushed to the first years dorm room, going past the upper years studying in the commons.

In the dorm room Draco was still screaming and a group of students had gathered around him. Severus pushed them all aside and went to the bed. His godson was drenched in sweat, and thrashing slightly. "Mobilicorpus," Snape intoned and he began walking Draco to the hospital wing.

The halls of Hogwarts looked different at night, more dark, more menacing. It was no easy task to find the hospital this late at night without getting lost. He had been spotted by a few prefects who had stopped and gaped at Severus, but he continued. Near the third floor he met up with Dumbledore, Mcgonagall and Flitwick who were coincidentally holding Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger in the same positions as he was.

"Severus," Dumbledore looked at him surprised, "I did not expect to see you here, Mr. Potter and his friends have just…"

"Albus," Snape interrupted Dumbledore,"I must get Draco to the hospital wing, don't concern with foolish adventures Potter and his friends have undertaken."

"Very well, we must now bring four children to the hospital wing in one night I am afraid," Albus replied gravely.

They all walked to the hospital in silence, the children trailing behind them. When they arrived Poppy took one look at them and gasped she ushered them all inside. "What happened?"

"I'm afraid Voldemort is not as dead as we may think," Dumbledore intoned. Poppy looked over at Severus for explanation as to how Draco was a part of this, and he told her that Draco had merely had a bad nightmare, and needed to be kept in the hospital wing overnight.

Poppy ushered each of the children to a bed and lay them down to sleep. She was more concerned about the three Gryffindors, after all they had just encountered Voldemort, than she was about Draco. She set up a parchment with a statistics spell on it so she could check Draco's vitals later.

As she walked towards the other three beds she didn't words begin appearing furiously all over the parchment.

Draco woke up and the first thing he noticed was that his head was pounding. He didn't remember what had happened the night before, only that there was pain, lots of pain. He looked around, his vision clearing and saw the white ceiling of the hospital wing. How had he gotten here?

Then Professor Snape was there, asking if he was okay. "What?" Draco said, surprised at how rusty his voice was as if it hadn't been used in a while.

"You fell unconscious and went into a coma for about four days, today is June 8th."

Draco bolted up,"I was unconscious for four days!?"

"Yes," his professor said, "I thought you had had a simple nightmare, but apparently it was something more, Madame Pomfrey still hasn't discovered the cause."

"Am I free to go?" Draco asked a bit nervously. He didn't want to miss the leaving feast, after all he was sure that Slytherin had won the house cup.

"You may," Snape said.

Draco sighed in relief and stood up to leave when Madame Pomfrey appeared, trying to insist on giving him a last check up and fussing over him. Luckily Professor Snape told her Draco was fine and he could leave for the feast. Madame Pomfrey gave Snape the evil eye as he left, as if she was telling him how risky feasts were.

Snape left the wing, and Draco stood up to follow him when he noticed that Potter seemed to be in the hospital wing as well. Of Course, it was just like boy savior to need help. He rolled his eyes at the piles of sweets and presents littered around the bed.

Potter got up to leave the room as well when he spotted Draco, "What do you want Malfoy?" he half snarled.

"Nothing Potter, I wasn't even aware you were here," Draco said haughtily," I just woke up from a four day coma, and I am now on my way to the feast where Slytherin will win the house cup."

Potter looked a bit surprised at this, "How?" Somehow during the conversation they had both ended up walking together towards the great hall.

"They don't know actually," Draco replied, "and you? Why were you in the hospital wing?"

"I guess you wouldn't have heard, being in a come and all. Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort."

Draco gasped, both at the use of the Dark Lord's name and the information itself. "What!?"

"Yah, I just woke up from a four day coma myself, so I guess we are coma buddies I defeated him using my mother's love, and apparently I saved the...nevermind, why am I talking to you about this anyway?"

"I don't know," shot back Draco, "I don't control you mouth Potter."

"Shut it Malfoy"

"Make me."

Harry's eyes gained a determined glare and he began to pull out his wand, "Maybe I will…."

Draco began to pull out his too when he noticed that they had reached the entrance hall. The doors stood looming in front of them and he didn't think it would be wise to start a fight.

He snorted, "You're not worth it Potter, anyway I'll be beating you when Slytherin wins the house cup...again," he smirked and walked away, reveling in Potter's furious face.

He walked into the great hall, and smiled as he noticed everyone staring at him. He went over to the Slytherin table where Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle greeted him.

"Draco!" Pansy squealed, hugging him, "Where have you been? Are you okay? I heard you went to the hospital wing four nights ago and I didn't know what happened!"

"I'm fine Pansy, just a little...under the weather," he said, not wanting to worry her. Draco looked over at Crabbe and Goyle who grunted in greeting. He sat back looking at the Slytherin decorations in the Great Hall with a satisfied smirk. Life was good.

Just then Boy savior had to walk in there and there was a sudden hush, and then everybody started talking loudly at once. He slipped into a seat between Weasley and Granger at the Gryffindor table.

Dumbledore arrived moments later. The babble died away.

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts...

"Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy- two."

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin started banging his goblet on the table in delight. He could almost start dancing! Slytherin won! We Won! Haha take that Potter!

"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account."

The room went very still. Draco's smile faltered.

Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes...

"First - to Mr. Ronald Weasley..."

Weasel went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn.

"...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!"

At last there was silence again.

"Second - to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

Hermione buried her face in her arms, was she crying? Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves - they were a hundred points up. "Third - to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."

The din was deafening. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points - exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied for the house cup - if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point, they would have lost.

Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.

"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Draco buried his head in his hands, along with most of Slytherin house. The Gryffindors we up and about dancing, laughing, cheering. The golden trio were specially rambunctious, and Longbottom was looking shell-shocked.

"Which means, Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration."

He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place. Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand, with a horrible, forced smile. He felt bad for his professor, after so many years, Slytherin had lost to Gryffindor.

After the feast, the Slytherins had to trudge back to their common rooms, completely deflated. They had worked the hardest this year, they deserved the points. Was the only thought in Draco's mind.

The time until results came seemed a blur of Gryffindor taunts and depression. Even Professor Snape seemed in a fouler mood than usual. Finally they came, and unsurprisingly he did pretty well. His grades were top of the Slytherins, but he had been beaten by than mudblood Granger. Everyone in the grade had passed, surprisingly, even Goyle.

Draco was packing up his trunk to leave for the Hogwarts express when Professor Snape entered his dorm room. Everyone stilled for a moment before Snape said, "Come with me Draco."

They walked outside the common room and into the hallway, once there Snape said," Headmaster Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office right now. He would also like to add that he has a particular fondness for lemon drops. At this point Snape swept away, leaving Draco with a foreboding feeling that something terrible was going to happen.

Author's Notes: Okay! So I saw my original writing and I kinda cringed….so I redid the chapter and can you guys tell me if it is any better? Like the direction it seems to be going?