The parseltongue Uchiha: Book 1

Halloween

The morning went to an amazing start, not only did he learn that if he practiced Oclumency with the sharingan on he got results twice as fast permanently, but Malfoy decided to provide entertainment.

"Having your last meal before you go back to whatever hole you crawled out of?"

Harry stopped eating, before turning round to look at Malfoy coolly. Yes, like usual, Crabbe and Goyle once more flanked the blond. It was starting to get predictable. Harry just turned back to his dinner, ripping the small roll in half.

"Looking a lot more confidant now you know you've got back up, don't you?" Harry added, glancing round at him from the corner of his eye. "Its not very endearing, you know."

Malfoy looked almost murderous. Looking over at his shoulder at the teachers' table, where he professors were all busy eating or talking, Malfoy leaned closer with a sneer, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'd take you any time on my own," he hissed. "Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only – no contact – if you can do that, Potter, the way you fight like a filthy Muggle."

Harry was thinking about telling him that he knew exactly what would happen if he accepted – after all, he was a ninja, he wasn't stupid, when the proverbial light bulb switched on. Harry's face broke into a devilish grin. Oh, this would be such a good way to get back at Malfoy for Neville and that laughter back on the Quidditch pitch that would be even more satisfying than tying the guy up in the middle of the Forbidden forest.

"What's the matter?" Malfoy was saying, having only taken a slight step back as Harry stood. "Never heard of a-"

"ALL RIGHT MALFOY, YOU WANT A DUEL, YOU GOT ONE!" Malfoy jumped a mile as Harry suddenly shouted in a way that rivalled Naruto. The entire hall seemed to fall silent. "I HARRY UCHIHA-POTTER, ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE MADE BY YOU, DRACO MALFOY. AS THE CHALLENGER, STATE THE PLACE AND TIME!"

What little colour Malfoy had in his face drained away as everyone turned to look at them. However, Harry wasn't finished with Malfoy, quickly gripping his wrist as he attempted to back off, thrusting it down by their sides. Harry smirked at the other boy. Malfoy flinched, whether from pain at Harry's grip or whatever he could see on Harry's face, he wasn't sure.

"Well?" he said clearly, no longer needing to yell at the top of his lungs, seeing as the entire hall had gone deathly silent. You could have heard a pin drop. "You made the challenge. You're not going to back out now after that, are you?"

"What is the problem here, Mr Uchiha?"

Harry glanced round slightly to see Professor Dumbledore, closely followed by McGonagall, who was frowning disapprovingly, and Snape, who was glaring darkly at Harry (who wondered if Snape was practising those glares to use on him. He was sure the intensity had upped a notch).

Harry turned to look at them a little more, Harry let go of Malfoy's arm, since Malfoy wouldn't be able to leave anyway without pinpointing guilty to himself, interested in what the Slytherin would do to get out of this. He started to slink back and Harry quickly pinned him to the spot by treading on his robes as the teachers finally got to them. "Malfoy challenged me to a duel, I accepted." He twirled his hitae-ate tails around a finger idly. "Do you have a special room for that here or something?"

"I'm afraid that duelling is not allowed, Mr Uchiha," Dumbledore said, looking over his glasses at the two boys seriously, except the effect was ruined by the fact his eyes were twinkling in amusement.

"Its not?" Harry asked, making his voice sound surprised. "Well, then there wasn't much point in challenging me, unless," he looked round at Malfoy, who audibly gulped, "he had something else in mind…?"