Father's Little Deatheater

Eat Slugs!

Our friends group are chilling and talking 'shit' on the couch in the Slytherin common room as we had a free period after Herbology. Draco is moaning about his finger hurting but I ignore him because he's just being a baby. Pansy is still fawning over him though as she always does, which I don't mind anymore because we are all friends.

After an hour we hear the bell ring, notifying us our free period is over we all head into the Great Hall for lunch, while were all eating an owl comes flying down towards the Gryffindor table and crashes into a bowl of chips. Ron pulls a letter from the owls beak, and I notice its a Howler. I nudge Draco as he's biting into an apple. He glares at me and I point towards the Gryffindor table, "Look Ron's got a Howler," I tell him. "Oohh this is guna be fun." Draco replies. As soon as Ron opens it, it starts yelling at him in his mothers voice.

"Ronald Weasley! How dare you steal that car! I am absolutely disgusted! Your father's now facing an inquiry at work... and it's entirely your fault! If you put another toe out of line... we'll bring you straight home! Oh and, Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud." It blows a raspberry at Ron before ripping into pieces. He looked absolutely in shock and embarrassed. Draco and the Slytherins are laughing next to me, but I just continue staring at the Gryffindor table, feeling sorry for Ron. Before I look away though I catch George looking my way. He looked like he was deep in thought and I suddenly realised I was said I was going to talk to him because he was concerned and worried about me. But I'm not sure if I'm ready to tell anyone yet. So I smile back and give him a small wave but before I look back to talk with the Slytherins I catch a glimpse of Atticus falling backwards off his seat which causes me to laugh out loud and as a blonde Ravenclaw helps him up he flips me off.

Our next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts with bloody  Gilderoy Lockhart, so I make my way there with my Slytherin friends. Were all sitting in our seats, I'm sitting next to Draco as the desks are arranged in twos. Gilderoy comes prancing out of his office and down the stairs to greet us. "Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.. Me." I look at Draco and we roll our eyes at the same time. "Gildoroy Lockhart.. Order of Merlin, Third Class.. Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five times winner of witches weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award. But I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at him." He grins like an idiot and Draco and I glance at each other and shrug our shoulders as he continues speaking again. "Now be warned, It's my job to arm you.. Against the foulest creatures known to wizard kind." He taps his wand on a cage covered on his desk and something moves inside as he touches it. "You may find yourself you're worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. I must ask you not to scream. It might provoke them." He demands at the same time as he lifts off the cover on the cage.

  "Cornish pixies?" A Gryffindor blurts out, almost laughing at his friends. "Freshly caught Cornish pixies. Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnegan... but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters. Let's see what you make of them." Gilderoy continues as he opens the cage making all the pixies fly out and swam around us. "Come on now, round them up. They're only pixies." Gilderoy tells us. "It's kind of hard when they are attacking us," I tell the imbecile of a teacher. "Yeah your the teacher your supposed to help." Draco retorts back, as the students are trying to get the pixies off them and trying to hit them away with their books. "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" Gilderoy says as he pulls out his wand to try get rid of the pixies, but before he can finish the spell a pixie grabs his wand out of his and and flies away with it. Draco and I look at our friends and we nod in unison as we all have the same idea to run out of the room with the rest of the students, leaving Harry, Hermione and Ron in the room with Neville hanging on a chandelier by his cloak. Poor Neville, why is it always him. I think to myself.

We make our way to the Quidditch pitch because Snape managed to book us the first time for our tryouts. Draco and I made the team, He got the seeker position and I got the Beater position. The next few days was the rest of the houses tryouts. Atticus told me he got the seeker position for Ravenclaw house.

On the first day of Quidditch practice Snape books us the first slot in the morning to train Draco and I but as we approach the field the Gryffindor Quidditch team stops us. "Where do you think you're going Flint?" Oliver Wood the captain of Gryffindor team asks Marcus Flint our captain of our team. "Quidditch practice" Marcus tells him. "I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today." Oliver berates. "Easy, Wood. I've got a note." Marcus tells him handing him a written note from Snape. I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker and Beater." Wood reads out. "You have new members, who?" He questions. The Slytherins part ways to reveal Draco and I and we step forward. "The Malfoys?" Harry questions. "That's right" Draco and I say in unison. "And that's not all that's new this year." Draco adds showing everyone our new brooms. "Those are Nimbus 2001s. How did you get those." Ron asks surprised. "A gift from the twins father." Marcus tells him proudly. "You see, Weasley, unlike some, our father can afford the best." Draco taunts Ron about their wealth and I nudge Draco's side for being rude.

I feel eyes on the back of my head grinning to myself as I realise its George when he leans his elbow on my shoulder. Just as Hermione speaks. "At least no one the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in." "They got in on pure talent" Atticus adds. Draco steps forward closer to them with an angry look on his face. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudbloods." My face turned sour as I heard my brother call my friends that word again and it looked like Hermione was about to cry. "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!" Ron yells pointing a taped up wand towards Draco but his spell backfired and sent him flying back on the ground. Draco and the other Slytherins crack up laughing as the Gryffindor's and I run over to Ron with the Weasley twins beside me. "You okay, Ron?" Hermione questions. He doesn't answer and turns around on his knees, "Say something." I ask realising that he looks like he's about to be sick and I was right because suddenly he throws up a gruesome slimy looking slug. "Wow! Can you turn him around, Harry?" Some curly blonde haired boy says with a camera. No Colin, get out of the way." Harry tells the kid with the camera. "Lets take him to Hagrid's, he'll know what to do." He continues as he and Hermione help Ron to his feet and head to Hagrid's. I start to follow Atticus and Alex but I get stopped by Draco.

"Where do you think you're going." Draco asks me in a stern but worried way. "I was going to help my friend after he tried to curse you for being a git in font of your dumb friends." I whisper back so the Slytherins don't hear me. "Why are you mad at me." Draco asks concerned. It takes a few moments for him to realise why I'm mad at him. "Ohhh sorry Astra." He apologises finally realising he broke the promise he wouldn't call my friends Mudbloods again. I roll my eyes and walk off knowing he would do it again to impress his friends. "Hey, what about quidditch practice." Marcus Flint yells. "She doesn't need practice she's just as good a Beater as us." Fred tells Marcus. "Maybe even better," George says with a slight blush. They then walk over to me and we walk back to the castle together. The twins muttering away about prank ideas.