The Muggle-born in Slytherin

Chapter Five

Harry and I walked out of Flying class, leading the Slytherins to their immediate displeasure, and to Malfoy's agitation.  

Flying class is such a bore now, compared to what happened at the beginning of the year when Longbottom went haywire on his broom and broke his wrist. I wished I'd seen something more interesting after that, but Longbottom wasn't allowed on the broom without the professor on hers.

The incident happened because of how nervous and fearing Longbottom was to the broom. The broom simply responded to his emotions of insecurity. 

Though he lost his remembrall as Malfoy took off on his broom with it, and Weasley came soaring after him. Neither Harry nor I moved to intercept or stop it from being stolen. Though many people kept looking at Harry, asking, "Aren't you gonna help?"

"Huh, why would I do that?" Harry continues to run his fingers through my hair.

"Because you're the hero, you're the boy who lived, you have to," Hermione says with a snobbish tone that both of us ignored.

"Sorry, why should I care to save others? It's not my job, nor do I want it to be," Harry shuts that expectation down. Hermione wasn't having it though.

"Harry, you should help Neville like you're supposed to. It's your duty to help people," Hermione glares harshly. Harry looks up from my hair with a frightening cold face, and anyone trying to side with Hermione immediately turns away with their tails between their legs. No one wanted to face the wrath of the boy who defeated Voldemort as an infant.

"You will not tell me what to do, beaver, you don't know me and I don't ever want to know you. You will never get far in life with that pompous attitude of yours. Books aren't the absolute truth, dumbass, you better learn quickly or else! Everyone else, those Harry Potter books you all read, are absolute lies, none of them are real. Should I ever have the chance, I'd sue the publishers for profiting off my name."

Everyone was left speechless at that. Nobody but the professor continued talking, and she was perplexed that the initial excitement of flying was nonexistent after dropping the boy off at the infirmary.

Neville is despondent and depressed from losing his remembrall, he physically shrinks into himself at any mention of his grandmother.

Harry and I had no sympathy for any family or person that followed the old goat; the Longbottoms were advent followers of his, though not more aligned than the Weasleys. It is a must to distance ourselves from those who praise the ground Dumbledore walks on.

Harry and I noticed Weasley and his friends searching through the school. We don't know what they were looking for, nor do we care. But it was fun watching his group run around like headless chickens.

Harry and I were the first to enter the Slytherin common room, leading to our honest regret as our clothes changed into Gryffindor red. How the twins found the entrance to the Slytherin common room, I have no clue, and neither does Harry. Soon every Slytherin was pissed in red and gold, with no spells reverting them back to their pristine green and silver.

"So Harry, what are you gonna do about the summer? Are you going back to that family of yours?" I bite into my biscuit, "you could stay with m----!"

At the last second, I swished my wand, shielding both of us from a curse. The upperclassman ultimately decided we were at fault for giving away the location.

 "Asshole, we don't even talk to the twins."

"And how would we know, what you say is the truth? Our common room is concealed for a reason. It's Slytherin's last line of defense against the rest of the school. Who despises us! The twins would tell everyone! You're putting us in danger, it was a mistake coming into Slytherin, Mudblood."