𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 !!!DISCONTINUED!!!

Piss Off, Spiders!

February 18, 1993

It has been over a month since Hermione and Max were petrified. Harry and Ron did miss them, but not as much as Ziad.

Ever since then, he has closed himself off from everyone, including Youssef. He sat in the farthest end of each classroom, and didn't stay in the Great Hall for more than a minute. He'd go there, grab a miniscule food, then leave.

He even stopped making a fool out of Lockhart, much to a lot of people's disappointment.

He'd spend as much of his free time as possible in the Hospital Wing to visit Hermione and Max. One time, Madam Pomfrey tried to kick him out, but Ziad told her to fuck off.

It didn't appear as though he sleeps either, since he always has bags under his eyes.

One time, Harry, Ron, and Youssef finally convinced Ziad to sit him in the Great Hall. He still didn't talk and barely ate his food, but it was progress.

Until a certain ferret-faced prick had to ruin it.

Draco: The Heir of Slytherin strikes again! Frankly, I'm glad they did. Another pair of mudbloods in their rightful place, especially Granger and Reilly! All of my wishes have finally come true!

Ziad: Shut the fuck up, Malfoy.

Draco: (smirks) Oh, so he finally speaks! Trying to defend your mudblood girlfriends, are you? Of course, wouldn't expect any less from you. The Keeras are a powerful family, to my knowledge, so it's a shame that you have such poor taste.

That was the last straw, as Ziad immediately tackled Draco onto the table and started punching in the face repeatedly. Crabbe and Goyle tried to stop him, but Ziad used wandless magic to push them onto the ground. He then looked at Draco with his forearm pressing on his his neck and his eyes glowing green.

Ziad: Listen to me very carefully, Malfoy, because I won't say this again. If I catch you talking anymore shit about Hermione or Max or any other Muggleborn, I swear to God, I will fucking kill you as slowly and painfully as possible, and I will disfigure your rotting corpse so badly, that even your own fucking whore of a mother wouldn't recognize you, do you understand?

Draco: Don't talk about my mother like-

Ziad: ANSWER ME, YOU FUCKING CUNT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!

Draco nods.

Ziad: SAY IT! LOUD AND CLEAR SO THAT EVERYONE CAN HEAR YOU!

Draco: (quietly) I-I understand.

Ziad: LOUD AND CLEAR, MOTHERFUCKER!

Draco: (loudly) I understand!

Ziad: (nods) Good.

He punches Draco hard across the face to knock him out.

Ziad stormed out of the Great Hall, as everyone looked around in shock.

He walked out of the castle and sat down on a tree overlooking the Black Lake. He didn't know how long he was there, and he didn't really care.

???: Hey.

He turned to see Robin walking towards him.

Ziad: Get out of here, Robin. I'm not in the mood.

Robin: Not when you're like this. I'm worried about you, a lot of people are. Even your brother.

Ziad didn't say a word as Robin sat down next to him.