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Chapter Six

"Potter, Potter! Harry, let me go this instant!" Draco demanded as Harry dragged him through the doors of the castle.

"No, you'll visit this Hagrid person with me. If he tries to poison me I'll have a witness for when I sue him," Harry replied seriously, his face a perfect mask of innocence as he glanced at Draco.

"Fine, but if the halfbreed as much as touches me with his filthy claws I'll inform my father of it!"

Harry merely sighed as they crossed the grassy hills towards the rundown shack next to a forest, probably the Forbidden Forest.

"Yes, yes, now show me your perfect manners and help me survive this … meeting," Harry said as they neared the shack, various plants growing up against the wall giving it a distinctive hippie-esque look.

Draco managed to get his arm loose as his face morphed into one of a pleasant young man, complete with a sneer-turned-smile while his eyes displayed his inner disgust as he knocked on the door. Harry had to admit, Draco knew how to follow the rules of etiquette, even though he didn't want to.

"Ah, hullo Harry and .. yer friend, come'n in!" a huge man with a wild beard and a dirty coat said as he opened the door, a look of surprise upon seeing Draco standing next to Harry on his face.

"Ah, yes. Hello, I am Draco Malfoy. I thank you for your most kind invitation for tea, though I hope I did not trouble you by coming along," Draco responded happily as he shot the huge man a brilliant smile, the disgust in his eyes visible to Harry.

"Err .. no, no! 'course not, any friend 'f Harry's a friend of mine!" the man responded happily as he clapped Draco on his back, causing the much smaller blonde to visibly look ill for a moment before the smile was back.

"Thank you, come along Harry. We must not disgrace our host by staying outside."

"Ah yes, a splendid idea Draco," Harry said as they walked through the door which Hagrid held open for them before settling on two chairs.

Draco followed suit, eyes narrowing at the sight of the messy interior of the room. Cages with various animals hung from the roof and a giant-sized bed was on one side of the room. It seemed as if this Hagrid person lived in one room. How peculiar.

"So Harry, how're yer likin' Hogwarts this far?" Hagrid asked as he set two giant cups of steaming tea in front of them.

"Ah thank you, well .. I've only had one lesson so far but it went well," Harry said as he eyes the tea with suspicion after seeing Draco doing the same.

"Good ter hear, how'dyou like yer house, Dumbledore 'n the others all thought you'd sort Gryffindor like yer parents."

"Slytherin suits me just fine," Harry stated with a frown, staring at the man for a second.

"And yer, Draco, yer like it 't school?" Hagrid asked, a forced smile on his face as he included the Mafloy heir in the conversation.

"It is as I expected," Draco replied tonelessly as he pretended to sip his tea.

"Good, have yer met the Weasley boy yet Harry? Heard he's nice, all the Weasley brood's nice."

Harry heard Malfoy snort though her covered it up with a cough once again, and Harry plastered a fake smile on his face before responding to that question.

"I found Ron to be rather prejudiced, thick-headed and insensible in the few moments I had with him."

"Oh," Hagrid looked disappointed as Harry spoke and fumbled with his coat before talking again, "Didya know I last was yer when ya was but a baby, this tiny ye were," Hagrid said as he held his massive hands a few inches apart.

"How nice, why was it the last time?" Harry asked as he mentally sighed, finding the conversation boring.

"Hadtha bring yer to the Dursleys yaknow, orders 'f Dumbledore, good man he is."

Harry glared, his hand clutching the massive cup tightly as his knuckles turned white from the tension on his muscles.

"Dumbledore told you to bring me to the Dursleys you say?" Harry gritted out from behind clenched teeth, a forced smile on his face though Hagrid didn't seem to notice that.

Draco looked over to Harry for a second, concern etched on his features as it turned into curiosity when Hagrid spoke.

"Yeah, told me ta bring yer there, you'd be safe there," Hagrid said happily as he grinned at Harry and Draco.

"Lovely, I'm sorry Hagrid but Draco and I have class now. Thank you for the invitation," Harry said curtly as he rose up from his seat before marching out of the hut.

"Yes, the tea was lovely. Thank you," Draco replied with a false smile as he followed Harry, eager to get out of the half-giant's company.

Hagrid watched them go, oblivious to Harry's anger or Draco's disgust as he spoke to the giant dog lying in the corner, snoring quietly.

"Harry's a nice kid, the Dursleys raised him well," he told the dog happily, proud to have brought Harry to such a nice, loving family, "Though the Malfoy kid's a bit stiff, dun think they'll last long 's friends."

Draco had to hurry to catch up with Harry, the black-haired boy was marching with big strides and hissing unintelligible things as his hand found his wand. His posture was stiff and angry and for a moment the heir to the Malfoy fortune was scared of the boy.

"I'll kill him," Harry hissed softly, far too soft for Draco to hear, "I'll kill the old coot with my bare hands, placing with me there for my own safety my arse, I'll show him."

Draco didn't notice the snakes raising their camouflaged heads from the grass, hissing angrily as they heard the paslemouth's angry rant before slithering away. Intent on telling the snakes in the Forbidden Forest of the new arrival.

"Harry, are you okay?" Draco inquired as he caught up with Harry.

"Fine, I did not like what Hagrid told me," Harry hissed in English as his grip on his wand tightened.

"Hmm-mm," Draco responded, unsure on how to proceed to he remained silent as they entered the castle again and went straight to the Great Hall.

Once they were in the Great Hall they sat down on their table, seeing some of their classmates still missing. Probably still recovering in the hospital wing. Blaise would most likely force the nurse there to make sure his skin was as impeccable as before, or even better, knowing the vain boy.

"Potter," Flint nodded as Harry took a seat opposite to his, "Roaming the castle I think?"

Harry nodded as Draco spoke for his companion, "Had to endure a visit with the halfbreed, I went with him."

A sixth-year nodded upon hearing Malfoy's answer, "Good move, that idiot could kill you with a shake of his hand, not to mention his filthy blood and that smell."

Draco nodded, "It was bearable, not something I will repeat in the near future. Father would have my head."

"Poor Potter," the sixth-year said as he watched the boy, mistaking his silence for shock, "Having to endure his smell, eat something, that ought to make you forget it."

"I still don't get why you are so disgusted by Hagrid," a girl with a braid asked as she put her plate down.

"Of course you don't, you're a filthy mudblood," Flint replied as he shot the girl a look which she shrugged off.

"Yes, yes, We talked about that when I first arrived. Or, I talked about it and you spent a week in the hospital wing thinking about it," the girl laughed as she shot Flint a wink.

Flint glared for a few seconds before replying, "Halfbreeds are a danger to the Wizarding World, they should be exterminated."

The girl shrugged as she resumed her lunch, "Don't really care anyway, never mind."

"The girl's mental, only Mudblood in Slytherin for eight years. But she's a Slytherin, so she's talented. Mind her wand, and her temper .. and well .. just mind her," Flint told Draco earnestly as he shot the girl a glance.

"Why should halfbreeds be exterminated?" Harry spoke up as he sighed, finally putting his wand back in his pocket.

"Oh, you're a halfblood aren't you, Potter? Well, I guess it'll be explained tonight, annual Slytherin to Slytherin introduction talk for any halfbloods in the year. Meaning you."

"Oh," Harry sighed, not really caring as his mind was still going on and on about Dumbledore.

Lunch went on swiftly, Blaise returning at the end of it as he sat down next to Guerilla-two with a huff. Harry didn't really pay any attention to him as he tuned out the boy's whining once again.

As lunch was nearly finished they were all rounded up again by Flint and Rosewood as they led them through the castle. Passing more talking portraits and moving staircases before leaving them in front of an already open door leading to a spacious classroom.

The professor, a tiny man with a big moustache, was levitating some tables in through the window as the Slytherin line walked in and took their seats at the left side of the classroom. The professor didn't notice them as he kept on whistling happily, oblivious to the fact that half of his class was already in.

The professor started a name call when the Gryffindors finally joined the rest of the class, as the professor started calling names until his face turned pale.

"H-harry P-p-potter?" he squeaked as he fell down his tower of books, the only way for him to reach his desk, with a thud.

Harry raised his hand silently as the professor climbed back up his books and called out the other names while, still occasionally, shooting glances at Harry. Harry couldn't really understand the look on the tiny man's face, it was either fear or awe. Either way, Harry didn't care.

"Okay, I think we have them all!" the professor squeaked enthusiastically as he flicked his wand, causing feathers to drift to their tables.

"I am professor Flitwick, head of house for Ravenclaw, and your Charms professor!" professor Flitwick said, a smile under his bushy moustache as lights danced in his eyes, "And today we begin with the levitation charm, Wingardium Leviosa and you will have to hold your wand like this and-"

Harry zoned out halfway during the explanation, already having learnt the charm from Tom during his stay in the Leaky Cauldron and not really interested in learning it again. His mind went back to the problem with Dumbledore, if what Hagrid said was true he was the one responsible which meant Harry had to add another name to his list of people he would get his revenge on. Feeling angry and rather cruel at that moment Harry shot a look at the rat Ron had on his desk in front of Harry's. So Harry flicked his wand as he pointed it at Ron's rat, sending it flying as it hit the ceiling with a dull thud before freefalling downwards and flying back up in circles. He hid his wand under the table when he saw Flitwick turn around, curious as to why Ron was spluttering like an idiot.

"Those Slytherins are hurting my pet!" the redhead blurted out as he pointed his finger at the still flying-in-circles rat.

Before Flitwick could speak Draco intervered, "How dare you accuse us Weasley? Who knows your filthy pet decided he had enough of you and your siblings and finally decided to ditch you."

Flitwick ignored Draco's slightly insulting remark and squeaked happily, "Oh good lord, this is fabulous! Will the one casting the levitation charm please raise his or her hand so I can appoint some points?"

The man looked a bit too enthusiastic for Harry's taste but after a short silence he rose his hand with a sigh as he professor bounced over to his table.

"Mister Potter, I should have known, your mother was an ace in Charms. Oh just like her, she would be proud. Five points to Slytherin!"

Draco nodded politely at Harry, "Well done, if you truly are an ace in Charms would you be interested in a trade? I'll drag you through anything formal if you teach me those charms, I can't concentrate being surrounded by bloodtraitors and mudbloods."

Draco's comment was whispered in Harry's ear as the boy weighed out the pros and cons, before nodding silently. Earning him a shake of the hand as Draco whispered "Deal."

"Now, mister Potter, if you would be so kind to let mister Weasley's pet back to the ground?" Flitwick asked after Ron demanded the 'Slimy Slytherin let Scabbers back to the ground'.

"You do know that rats were responsible for the plague that hit Europe during the middle ages, don't you Ron? They carry diseases and other bacteria's that could kill you," Harry said as he leaned forward, a grin on his lips as he watched the redhead look at him and pale before stuffing his rat back in his pocket. Poor thing, having to live with Ron.

Harry leaned back in his seat with cruel satisfaction as he watched the rest of the class struggle, happy that he was in charge when performing magic. The professor just jumped around, assigning points to the fuzzy haired girl whose feather was floating in the air. Harry sighed again, his glare at the merrily floating feather in front of the Gryffindor girl. That's when a brilliant though occurred to him, he grabbed his wand as his eyes shot to the plain feather innocently lying on the desk in front of him, mocking him with its plainness.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Harry hissed softly, shooting a glance at Draco to make sure he didn't hear it, as he flicked his wand swiftly before resuming his previous, laid-back position.

That's when the feather flew up straight, crashing against the ceiling. Harry shot his wand to the left from under the table, sending the feather flying through one of the windows with unimaginable speed before disappearing from view. Flitwick asked who performed that spell but nobody answered and the lesson resumed after a short and rather awkward silence.

Harry allowed a twisted smirk to grace his features as he leaned back in his seat again, he didn't move for what remained of the lesson and Draco shot him wary glances on more than one occasion. Harry Potter didn't turn into a statue, no, far from that. Harry Potter just found out that he could do magic in parsletongue, which nobody understands.
Harry's eyes got a gleam to them as he thought of the opportunities, the things he could do and nobody would hear it coming. Because they didn't speak parsletongue, the language of the snakes. But Harry knew better than to prance around hissing spells, he needed to hit the library.

But first he had to pretend being completely engrossed in Flitwick's speech, this time about everything a well performed charm could do, and Harry didn't even have to pretend. After all, there is a charm for everything, and that was just what Harry wanted to learn. Everything.

A/N.

Chapter six, rather hastily done in between lots of things but it's Charms and Hagrid. And Harry, and Draco.
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Next chapter will feature History of Magic (Though not in detail, because it is boring), a trip to the library and a nice little 'inform the muggle-raised halfblood about our beliefs' talk from the lovely house of Slytherin. In it I will explain some of their prejudice, but not all. After all, I inted to have this story go on untill .. wel .. the epilogue in Deathly Hallows. So, 7 books. And I'm still in year one, day two. So I have lots of oppurtunities to explain stuff.

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Next update, not tomorrow, not Saturday, not Sunday. Expect it around Monday/Tuesday. Because school is starting, I have hockey, a birthday, more hocking. homework and tests. I'll try, but don't expect it as quick as the others.