Former Animosity

2. Diary

3rd Person POV:

Draco looks at Harry waltzing out of the awkward situation and felt weird. Harry had looked every inch of his face and his lips... why on earth would he look there?! Malfoy groaned in frustration and continued getting into the dungeons where the Slytherin chambers are placed.

He couldn't go anywhere else but there. For now. He was too overwhelmed with people's pity and the bullying. After the war, people have started to loathe the Malfoy name. Ridiculous really! God forbid they think he was weak after his own father's death.

He died a pathetic death. He couldn't care less. But of course he mourned for him. He was his father for Merlin's sake. Draco thought as he walked through the halls. He has always tried to contain the tears as Malfoys do not cry. He can only bottle it up and ignore it. But sometimes... the bottle explodes.

It was best he stayed alone in his room.

Harry got to his room and plopped himself onto his bed. He reached under his bed for a book of some sort. Harry opened the book for it to reveal Sirius's diary. After Sirius died, Tonks had given the book to Harry. Tonks knew all about Sirius and Remus, ever since Sirius went to Azkaban.

Harry didn't know what she meant. Knew about Remus and Sirius? That they were friends? They had been sending letters here and there. That lot, Harry knew. She told him. He opened the diary and start reading it. He missed his god father dearly.

For whoever reading this will suffer my wrath. I will know.

Harry scoffed and smiled.

January 17;

Everyone was in the train, ready to set off to Hogwarts. Me, James, Remus and Peter.

Harry winced at that name. That traitor. He
didn't know why they were even friends. Peter betrayed them and was Voldemorts little pet. It rages Harry to no end that he had betrayed his parents. Nonetheless, he still read. Just to see
what Peter was like.

How he treated everyone. If he was a tiny bit evil like how he is now.

Suddenly, his head becomes hazy and he teleported into some sort of.. dream. No, a memory. He knew because he was in third person, looking at the Marauders. Remus laying was on Sirius's lap while he tangles his hands in Remus's thick messy blond hair.

Surprisingly, it wasn't that knotty like his father's.

James. His father had thick black hair, and was covered in knots like he hadn't brushed it ever. Harry looked just like him. Harry's heart clenched at the view of his father smiling, laughing and talking to his best friendsz

Remus was reading a book. Paying no mind to his other best friends talking and laughing about something. He knew it was something stupid, and it was.

We talked after a few minutes and I slowly drift off from the conversations. I wanted to take a secret glance at Remus. I've not seen his face for so long and I'll only take a glance anyway.

I look down slightly and see his focused-relaxed face. I smile slightly and looked away.

"You know Remus, a girl from Hufflepuff likes you"

I said. It was true. A girl named Rosemary. Sweet girl, really. James was intrigued, I could see it on his face. Peter looked confused. And Remus looks up at me, raising his eyebrows.

"Really."

He said then looking back at his book.

"Come on Remus! Are you not one bit interested in her? We're talking about girls! Open up like a book will you dear Remus"

"She's a sweet girl but I see her no more then a library partner."

He said putting his book down and looking at Peter.

"Didn't you tell me you liked her Peter? I mean you were asking for advice on how to approach her. Sorry if I outed you."

Remus said, smirking. He wasn't a bit sorry. Both me and James's jaw dropped. Was not expecting that coming. Peter was blushing hard.

"Peter's got a little crush! Don't hate on Moony because she has a crush on him, alright Peets? It's really not his fault he's so charming."

James said teasing while he giggles.

"Well then Remus, if not Rosemary, the cutest girl in Hogwarts... who do you like then ?"

I asked, very curious. Remus's eyes, half opened as his brows shot up with a playful grin.

"Wouldn't you like to know"

He says flirtishly, and I froze on the spot, blushing as he and my other mates laugh.

Harry snapped back to reality and closed the book almost immediately.

"Harry!"

Ron called out to his friend. It looked like Harry was out of this world. And little did he know, he was.

"Um, yes?"

Harry snapped his head to look at Ron after that memory. Ron looked concerned, seeing Harry drift out of the world. Literally.

"I said Hermione's waiting us in the class ! You're late as it is Harry."

Ron said frowning. Harry smiled sheepishly. Ron has been focusing on his studies this year, thanks to Hermione. She's rubbed off on Ron and he's been following her everywhere like a pet. Even in the library. It's cute, really.

"Alright, alright, you go. I'll catch after you once I've packed my bags."

Harry's POV:

I say, then doing exactly as I said. Ron nodded and rushingly ran out of the tower. Quickly, I messily put everything in my backpack and went down the stairs. I went to potions dreading what Snape would say. He always have something to say even if I'm a minute late.

How annoying is that ?

"Mr. Potter. You have arrived at once. Your classmates, including myself have been waiting. 5 points from Gryffindor. Take your seat, and we shall begin."

Snape said, glaring at me. He is not a patient man. The only available seat left was beside Malfoy, unfortunately. I sigh and walked towards his table. Malfoy didn't even glance at me. I guess I can say I was glad, this was better than his snappy remark about me being late.

"Why did you have to come to class, Potter? Don't you miss classes to go off and snog girls? It's bad enough I have to sit with you."

Malfoy said glaring at me. So much for a peaceful afternoon.

"At least I can do something right rather than fucking it up."

I spat at him. He was caught off guard and got hurt. I can see it in his face. My eyebrow rose in confusion.

"Whatever Potter. Don't mess up my potion."

He said, eyes glued to the book. I glared at him but continued to be silent. I didn't want to deal with this anymore than Malfoy does. I sigh once again and tried to be as precise just to shut Malfoy up.

"Black rose, Potter. Not red. And pluck them one by one each stir. We learned this last year. Be a dear and read the book as accordingly."

Draco says sarcastically while his eyes were still on the book of instructions. His sarcasm pisses me off. He rolled his eyes and went back to grab the correct ingredients. Malfoy really is in a pissy mood isn't he?