Getting Him Out

The New School Year

(A/N) I am just now deciding Sirius is not dead just because I want him to be a slight bit of the plot XD Also please know that I do not update often, people have requested updates just 1 week after I posted the first chapter and I am only just getting around to writing this chapter around 3 months after, so please do not put faith in me to update regularly XD I am busy and sometimes don't have enough concentration or brain cells to think stories up :)

Harry's POV

The Great Hall was a noisy as expected for the start of the new year. Returning students greeting friends and waiting hungrily waiting for the feast to appear, and the new students shuffling in between the tables, following behind Professor McGonagall to get sorted into their houses. From my scan across the room I found that it wasn't only Malfoy who had changed drastically, sure most just grew an inch or two over the summer but there was a handful with all sorts of features such as horns. It baffles me that I have never noticed similar changes to the years above me. I suppose this 'inheritance' thing must be very rare.

Once again, my eyes met Malfoy's. His eyes never seemed to stray too far away from me since our run in earlier. I try giving him my most confused look, to which I only received a smirk. It seems his irritating personality didn't change like his looks.

Scoffing, I turned to whatever conversation Ron was having with Seamus. I could understand why Hermione's head was buried in 'Medical Advancements In The Goblin War' when I found the conversation to be more of an argument about whether the Chudley Cannons or the Holyhead Harpies had better beaters. Seeing my attention on them Ron decided to ask for my two cents.

"Harry! You're with me on this one right? Obviously the Chudley Cannons have the better beaters! They are an overall better team regardless!"

"You're just biased because they're your favourite team! C'mon 'arry be honest, Jones would wipe the floor with them!" Seamus answered before I could even open my mouth.

"She's great and all but she's still a lass ain't she?"

"I'm not to sure what her gender has to do with her quidditch ability, but I have to side with Seamus on this one. Jones and Davies are unstoppable together." I could see the annoyance seeping into Ron's face as he realised he was alone in this one. To be fair I wasn't as interested in quidditch as I used to be. I just enjoyed the freedom of flying on a broom. The game itself had lost all its novelty after 3rd year. Not to mention it being a contact sport which meant my injuries just got continuously more aggravated and took twice as long as usual to heal.

"Really? You're really siding with him? You're supposed to be my best mate!" Ah here it is.

"I am your best mate Ron but that doesn't mean all of our opinions will be the same." His face was getting increasingly more red.

"But-" Thankfully, Dumbledore chose that exact moment to start the sorting of the first years. Ron reluctantly turned his head to the Headmaster.

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There were now 30 new Gryffindors sat at the front of the table, all nervously looking around the room. Dumbledore's ever comforting 'what exactly can kill you in the apparent safest school in Britain' had obviously welcomed them spectacularly. Another thing I am surprised I never noticed, telling children not to do something makes them more curious. In my first year I never would have even thought about the 3rd floor had it not been for his infamous speeches.

I have been noticing things like this more and more over the years. From the blatant disregard I was faced with when I requested help with anything, whether it be escaping the Dursley's or the insane missions he seems to enjoy sending me on. I am refused help at every turn. Sure I have Hermione and Ron but they never are truly there. Ron constantly goes off on a strop about something I never actually do and for some reason, the supposed to be the smartest witch in our year Hermione just goes after him and I am left alone yet again. The teachers repeatedly claim I am overexaggerating, especially when I seek refuge from my home life, if I can even call it that. I tell them of the beatings, the chores, the starvation, everything, and the response is always some variation of "there is no need to lie Mr Potter, Dumbledore has assured us that where your Family may use a bit of tough love, that they have never laid a hand on you". Dumbledore. The constant factor in the excuses, lies and deceit. That old coot always goes on about 'the greater good', was the greater good I apparently risked my life for every year really worth this? This 'greater good' seems to have lost its real meaning with Dumbledore weaving his manipulations through it. The base of his whole plan that people blindly follow is flawed to begin with. How was a teenager supposed to defeat an extremely powerful wizard who only supposedly fears Dumbledore? Not to mention a scrawny abused and starved one who only learned of magic at 11 years old who's education gets tarnished annually by yet another threat on his life?

"Are ya goin to et that sausage 'arry?" Ron asked pulling me from my thoughts.

"Honestly Ronald! Don't speak with food in your mouth! Others don't enjoy your spit and chewed up food in theirs!" I hadn't even realised the food had appeared let alone that I had put some on my plate. The accumulated hunger from the summer holidays came rushing back and I finally smelt the array of food before me. I really had to stop zoning out.

"Its all yours."

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Draco's POV

As soon as we arrived in the common room I went straight to a desk. I needed to tell my parents of my suspicions of Potter being my mate. They would hopefully know something about this or at the very least if the Potter's ever had creature blood in their line. I should ask Snape but he was too busy giving the Head of House spiel to the first years.

"I get that you're excited Draco, but we just got back, relax a bit!"

"Pansy you know I've been waiting for my mate all my life, I'm not going to put up with Potter being too stupid to not go through his bloody inheritance!"

"She has a point mate. You looked exhausted on the train, take it easy."

"I'll just write this letter then I'll go to bed, don't worry"

"I see you've already picked up a quill, perhaps you should have been sorted in to Ravenclaw Mr Malfoy?" A familiar tone drawled out behind me.

I turned to the source of the dry humor, "of course not Professor, I was merely writing to my parents regarding my inheritance."

"I see, if there is anything you require to know sooner, feel free to visit my office. I will endeavor to fill in any gaps." With that he swept away in typical Snape fashion, billowing cape and all. He kept the conversation short and snappy as always. I had apparently spent to long pondering if my schedule would leave me enough free time to visit him soon because Pansy's impatient voice rang out.

"No Draco, you are not going to speak with him now. You will go to bed or so help me Merlin I will drag you to up there with or without Blaise's help. Now write the letter and go!" Me and Blaise exchanged wide-eyed looks as evidently he wanted as much a part of dragging me to bed as I did. I sprawled down the letter and, as per Pansy's request, I bid the two goodnight and headed to bed.

(A/N) Sorry that this is shorter than the last one, I didn't want to put too many time skips. Hopefully later chapters will not require them as often and will be longer so please bare with me :)