Chapitre 5: Clash of Ideologies
Soon it was time for transfigurations, Harry and his friends made their way into class. Harry stared at the cat that was sitting on the desk, a sudden realisation came to him and he nodded to the cat while mouthing the words 'hello professor', resulting in the cats eyes widening. Harry wanted to sit at the back and fortunately for him, the other two did as well. Soon Hermione came in, she glanced at the three before turning her head and sitting right at the front.
"You ever get the feeling that she thinks she is better than us?" Tracy whispered
"No, of course not" Daphne said sarcastically
"What are you three talking about?" Hermione turned her head to look at the three from the desk
"We were discussing an important question, actually, maybe you have the answer to our question" Harry replied
"What question?"
"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" Harry answered, leaving Hermione a bit surprised. "Personally I think it's about five, what about you?" Hermione had started thinking of an answer when the rest of the classroom started arriving, Draco Malfoy saw Harry and his friends.
"Hello Potter" He drawled
"Hello Malfoy" Harry drawled right back "can I help you? If you're not sure where to sit then I'd advise one of the empty chairs, preferably one of the ones away from me"
"Shut it Potter, do you think you're better than me?"
"I think I'm me, if I happen to be better than you then fine, if not then I've got better things to do then try and one up you"
"You Potters think you're so important, you and your brother are nothing but stupid half-bloods that came from a filthy mudblood" Malfoy spat out the last word with disgust, everyone who was in the class watched, wondering what Harry would do. What they did not expect was him to smile.
"Oh Malfoy" He said "sweet, uneducated Malfoy. My mother may be a muggleborn but the Potter line is a family that can be dated back by thousands of years. Your family's origins are much more interesting, let's me see if I can remember. A few hundred years ago, your ancestors who were farmers if my memory serves me right, came over to England. Then they gave birth to a squib who married another squib and produced a child, then the marriages kept on coming and your family kept on producing and earning money until they were rich enough that nobody cared or bothered to look up their ancestry.
Your family only really started becoming famous once there were no muggleborn or squibs left in your family, so I wouldn't badmouth muggleborns when your family wouldn't exist without them."
"You're lying!" Draco shouted
"Am I? Dear Merlin, I would've thought that someone who puts as much stock in blood as you do would at least look up your family history, nearly any book on old magical families can tell you the same thing Malfoy. Now I'd recommend you sit down Malfoy"
"Oh yeah, what are you going to do if I refuse?" He responded and Harry looked to be in thought, when suddenly he came up with an idea.
"I will tell your mother that you're misbehaving" He said with an evil grin
"My mother?!" Draco blurted out as a few people began giggling
"Yes, your mother" Harry nodded "who is descended from the Black family, which I am the heir of"
"I am the heir!" Draco shouted
"Yeah, slight problem with that, you're not. My godfather is the current head of the Black family, if he dies then it passes to me. I could absolve the marriage between your mother and father you know, he'd have to pay the debt and well, you'd be embarrassed beyond all belief"
"You wouldn't!"
"You're right" Harry smiled "I don't interfere with other families, so unfortunately that was a bit of an empty threat as I have no intention of following through with it, however the purpose of it was to get you to think. You don't know me Malfoy and you don't know what I'm capable of, if you were a proper Slytherin then you would observe and plan but instead you come charging in and trying to start a fight just like the stereotype of a Gryffindor. You're an embarrassment to the house and you're an embarrassment to purebloods, now you will go and sit down in your seat or else"
Draco couldn't help but back away and take a seat on the other side of the classroom, as far away from Harry as he could get. The other students looked at Harry with a sense of respect and surprise, except Hermione who was glaring at him for making a scene. Daphne and Tracy had their jaws dropped, Harry turned to the two and smiled before gently pushing their mouths closed.
After overcoming their shock, the rest of the class started taking their seats. Harry saw one boy, Neville Longbottom, deciding where to sit. Harry gestured the empty seat at his side and Neville looked very nervous but sat down next to him.
A few minutes later, Ron and Adrian burst into the room and smiled when they saw that no teachers were there.
"We're lucky" Adrian said to Ron "McGonagall would have killed us if we were late" This surprised Harry, did Adrian not know she was an Animagus? Surely he would have realised after all of these years if he really lived with Dumbledore.
"I know" Ron nodded "can you imagine the look on her face if we were late?"
"You won't have to imagine for too long" Harry said, catching both boys attention.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked
"She's right there" Harry pointed to the cat on the desk.
"Are you mental?" Ron laughed "that's just a stupid cat"
Before more could be said the 'stupid cat' jumped off the desk and transformed into the stern Professor McGonagall. Ron's jaw dropped and Harry looked very smug.
"Ten points to Slytherin for recognising I was an animagus Mr Potter" She said before turning to the other two "now may I ask why you were late?"
"We...woke up late" Ron admitted
"Well perhaps next time I can transform one of you into a pocket watch, that way at least one of you can be able to get here on time. Now find your seats and Mr Malfoy, that will be twenty points from Slytherin and two week's detention for your earlier remarks about muggleborns"
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