I've returned from the past

Chapter 7

He fits in quite well at Hogwarts. It's easy. Adapting to his own way of living within the halls. Or gaining power amongst other houses. 

He'd talked with Remus- and they often had tea together or just walked the grounds, talking about his mum and dad. Remus was his source of information and it was also fucking amazing being around him. He was relieved- if nothing else. 

He's made friends with Cedric- which he was never able to before. He's talked to Ron- Merlin he's different and they'd decided on being allies for what it was worth. Hermione was indeed in Ravenclaw now and her personality had been tamed somewhat back in second year. Now she had taken more thought on her appearance and calmly wrote notes. 

If she hadn't been smart in the past- the witch was a genius now. A pure prodigious genius. 

So he'd also became friends with her because he has no doubt she may discover something that will help him. 

Neville was Rons friend so he'd also inadvertently met the boy. Being with Ron had crafted a more confident kid but he was still slightly doubtful of his own skills but he has no doubt that by the end of next year that will be gone and Lord Longbottom would be back. 

Dean and Seamus hadn't changed, unsurprisingly and Luna- well Luna perhaps scared him more than she should. 

On the first run she'd had no reason to see more than she should since there was nothing to see. 

However... She could see that he was an unknown variable in Hogwarts and had yet to quite know how to take the Master of Death. 

Apparently the he owns the Grimm. Isn't that interesting? 

He may look into it later. 

Yes, so he'd been kind to her but not overly so. 

He'd avoided Viktor as he had no interest of getting close to that moron unless he could help it. He also steered clear of Igor Karkaroff and Hagrid- bless the giant, had stopped being the gamekeeper. 

Instead- it was fucking Nicholas Moriarty. 

He wanted to fucking strangle Barty but hadn't made anything noticeable. He'd simply taken it at face value and had talked to the idiot like he may normally. 

They also had a new Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Fern Dunaine, a Scottish teacher who knew creatures well enough he could answer any questions you had. 

Hadrian prods at the food on his plate, thinking of the first task today. 

"Are you ready?" Draco asks at his side. He's been a good friend and- while it wasn't always easy- they just clicked. There was no better explanation for it. 

"I think I'll be fine," he answers passively, aware of the Durmstrang students listening in. They were stiff- like they knew something and he knows they do. He knows each and everyone of them knows that the boy who defeated Voldemort is in Slytherin and they feel restricted to mention their school- in fear he'd mention it to Albus. 

He glances at Viktor- who purses his lips and returns his attention to a brooding Daphne. 

She'd seen what his power over the other houses had done and it had come into affect. He smirks and returns to his food. 

It's not that he's nervous about the actual competition. Hell he knows everything that's going to happen. The issue lays within the fact that as a dragon animagus this time round- he's never actually come into contact with another dragon. 

He has no idea how the Hungarian Horntail is going to react to it- if it's going to be even more aggressive- or whether it will bow down to him. He hopes he can use parseltongue anyway.