Accio Voldemort! ~Oneshot~

Accio Voldemort!

I feel like Accio is kinda like Deathnote, you need to have whatever your summoning in your head, and say its name. It's probably best if you know where it is, and how it will get to you, so it doesn't get damaged along the way. Of course Harry shall defy the Accio rules and get into more plotly bullshit.

Mandatory disclaimer: this is a fan work based on J.K.Rowlings series blah blah, not mine, blah, blah.

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Harry, Rob and Hermione were walking to their Charms class together, after yet another traumatizing DADA lesson with the pink toad. Her face really was just that ugly. Unfortunately for the three Musketeers they had a joint class with the Slytherins on Tuesdays. Fucking Tuesdays, they didn't have anything good today, being forced to sit through double periods of not only History of Magic, but also Potions. With Snape.

Honestly, if Harry didn't have Rob and Hermione, he didn't know what he'd do. He'd probably be dead, if he was being honesty, whether from getting into the same bullshit he always did, without his friends ready to pull him out, or just giving up on life. It often felt like his friends and quidditch were they only thing keeping him from going insane.

Ok so he was probably going insane now that he thought about it. With his freaky dreams and seeing magical death horses that no one else saw, it was a wonder he hadn't already been shipped off to St. Mungo's.

"Oh, well if it isn't the golden trio, loitering before classes. I don't suppose you'd mind it if we joined you, or are you just so much better than us common folk?" The snooty voice of one Draco Malfoy, bane of Harry's existence, rang down the hallway.

The three Gryffindors raised their heads, halting their conversation on whether the Snitch should be apart of quidditch, (Ron thought it should, and Hermione, an intellectual, knew it was useless and dumb. Harry was honestly starting to believe her) to glare at the pompous, pale, pureblood.

"Oh sod off Malfoy, you know that you're the only one we think is beneath us." Malfoy let out an 'offended' gasp, raising his hand to cover his mouth.

"Oh my, Weasley, what horrid manners. Did your parent not teach you any better? Of course, I should've expected as much, they truly are poorer than dirt." Ok, if Harry or Hermione didn't intervene soon there'd most likely be hexes flying around the halls.

"I'm gonna get you for that Mal-" Harry cut of the angry ranga, in hopes to de-escalate the situation.

"Well ofcourse you can join us, Malfoy, we'd adore your company. Walk with us, why don't you?" said Harry, saccharin sweetly, his voice practically oozing with honey. The sickly Victorian boy that was Draco positively beamed as he took a step forward, his guardian gargoyles following, like an ominous shadow. Alas, the sickly Victorian boy was to be met with misfortune and sorrow.

Bamf! Draco had fallen face first into the stone floor. "Oh no Malfoy, it looks like your shoelaces were tied together. Who could've don't this?" Harry should've known that Hermione was up to something, she was only ever quiet when she was up to something. And when studying. And sleeping. And when- ok that was enough, she was quiet alot, but she was also not the kind to sit back when someone was being mean to her best friends.

"Tch. Mudbloods," scoffed Draco, face still attached to the floor. "Always dirtying us Pureblood wizards." Goyle bent over to pull Draco back up to standing, as Crabbe untied his shoelaces, before tieing them back together again, bunny ears and a double not. The Malfoy heir crossed his arms and stood with his chin up and eyes closed, forehead bearing a bright red mark. Harry could've sworn he saw tear streaks as well, but maybe that was just the lighting.