Kapitel 62: Chapter - 62 : The Slytherin Welcome part - 2
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Harry hungrily began piling food onto his plate. "They're off recovering from their close brush with death in Greenhouse Three."
"The Venomous Tentacula got them, did it?" Moon looked amused by their misfortune.
"No, the Devil's Snare," Draco corrected him. "I can't believe Sprout thought it was a good idea to let that thing near us. I'm going to write to my father about it. He's on the Board of Governors, you know."
"At the beginning of each year Sprout does her best to terrify the first years," Moon told them, ignoring Draco's boasting. "She thinks it ensures you'll take Herbology seriously."
"More like we won't want to take it at all," Draco complained.
"Well you firsties have got Defence next, don't you?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, straight after lunch. Do you know what the new teacher's like?"
"Had a lesson with him just this morning," Moon said with a grin. "You're in for a real treat, you just wait and see."
"What do you mean?" Draco demanded immediately.
Moon just smirked and refused to say anything else no matter how much they pestered him, and soon turned away to talk to the older students sitting farther down the table. Draco pouted and looked ready to begin another litany of complaints even though Harry reminded him that they'd soon find out for themselves what Moon meant. Fortunately Draco was distracted from his whinging by dozens of owls swooping into the hall to deliver the lunchtime post. To Harry's surprise a sharp-beaked eagle owl landed in front of him, narrowly missing knocking over his goblet of pumpkin juice. It carried a letter sealed with the Black crest in its beak and had a small package tied to its leg.
"What's that about?" Draco peered over Harry's shoulder as he broke open the seal and unfolded the creamy parchment.
Harry's eyes widened as he began to read. "It's from Grandmother Melania, congratulating me on getting into Slytherin," he said, scanning over the parchment. "She's pleased I'm upholding the family honour, blah blah blah, and that I'm following our noble traditions. Then she says she expects great things from me, etcetera etcetera, more of the same."
"The package must be some sort of gift, then," Draco said, eyeing it covetously.
"Mhmm," Harry hummed absently, his brows furrowed. "I just don't know how she could've found out which house I was sorted into. I mean, I haven't even written to tell my dad yet…"
"Who cares. Open your present – I want to see what you got."
Harry ignored the blond and kept on reading, squinting as he tried to make out Melania's elaborately looping handwriting. "Hang on," he said. "She says here she heard about my getting into Slytherin from the portrait of Meliflua Black – you know, the one up in the second floor drawing room - who heard it from Phineus Black's portrait when he was visiting his frame in Black Manor. And he knew about it because he spent the night up in the Headmaster's office interrogating the Sorting Hat." Harry looked up from the letter with a frown. "Seriously, does anything stay a secret around here?"
Draco shrugged, used to the realities of living surrounded by magical paintings. "Portraits don't have anything better to do all day than visit each other and gossip."
"I suppose," Harry said, though he found the idea of Phineas Black reporting on his every move rather unsettling.
"Oh come on, Orion, open the damn present!"
"Fine, fine," Harry said, smiling at the other boy's impatience. He didn't know what to expect, but half-thought the gift would be something boring or useless or both. Once he pulled apart the stiff brown paper and opened the lid of the thin box inside, however, he became much more enthusiastic.
"Wow," he whispered.
"Is that…?"
"It is," Harry said, staring at the glinting black and green quill lying nestled in the box. "Where in the world did Grandmother Melania get an Augerey feather from? They're really rare."
Draco's voice was filled with awe and more than a tinge of jealousy. "And insanely expensive. Grandmother must be really pleased that you're a Slytherin. It's not as if she sent me anything."
"You're not a Black," Harry reminded him. "You also don't have two blood-traitor Gryffindors as parents. I think the rest of the family must've been dreading me going the same way as my mum and dad. Melania obviously wants to encourage my adherence to the Black Family values - notice that she sent me an Augerey quill, as in Slytherin colours. She could have sent me a Phoenix feather or something instead - it probably would've been cheaper."
"Well even ignoring the garish red and gold, Phoenix feathers are useless as quills to write with, you know," Draco informed him. "It's got something to do with the Phoenix's affinity to fire. The Augerey's cry heralds rain, which means it holds ink much better."
"How do you know all that?" Harry was surprised since Draco tended not to be interested in anything that didn't hold immediate value for him.
Draco scowled and crossed his arms petulantly. "I put an Augerey feather on my birthday list for this year. I spent ages researching quills since I wanted to make sure I got the best. Father was really unfair and refused to get me one though. He bought me a Nimbus Two Thousand instead, but really, what's so special about a racing broom? I bet an even faster one will come out on the market soon enough."
Harry shook his head. "You really are a spoilt brat, aren't you?"
Before Draco could take offence at Harry's words, the girls got back from their detour to the dorm rooms. They were once again looking pristine and Hermione had even smoothed down her hair somehow, probably with Daphne's help. The other boys soon followed, all their cuts healed and their bruises smeared with healing salve.
"Hey, is that an Augerey quill?" Nott peered into the box with a look of envy on his face. The other first years immediately gathered round to admire the present, and even Blaise Zabini – who almost always appeared bored and apathetic– looked impressed.
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