SECRET ( Drarry fanfiction)

Chapter 56

Harry glared venomously at Hermione and Severus, the worst possible teaching duo on the planet.

With Hermione's memory on the line, she'd refused not to be a part of Harry learning the obliviation spells. Severus, of course, insisted on teaching them to Harry himself. It was a nightmare.

Severus wouldn't deign to speak to the know-it-all. Hermione was still a little scared of the evil Death Eater and refused to speak to him in return. Both of them, however, were quite vocal regarding every tiny mistake Harry made. If he was to repeat back vital information, and he dared to forget something, he would receive two tongue-lashings.

It had started out peaceful enough, but Severus and Hermione had very different ideas on how something should be taught. The angrier they became with each other, the more it was taken out on Harry.

Draco and Remus stood off to the side, watching the situation unfold with morbid fascination. Harry vowed to exact revenge for their lack of interference. Remus, especially, could surely do something. How did they expect Harry to withstand two such formidable forces? Ron had been the smart one, refusing to even be in the same room. He'd known what Harry would be up against.

"Potter, you must concentrate," Severus said coldly. "I'm sure you don't wish to turn your friends into vegetables because of your inability to pay attention to simple instructions."

Harry's nostrils flared. He'd had enough. Spinning on his heel, he stalked to the door.

"Harry!" Hermione said shrilly. "Where are you going? You have to learn these spells properly!"

He refused to acknowledge either of them, slamming the door behind him. He wasn't even sure why they'd gone to the training room for this type of spell. It was ridiculous. Stomping his way furiously to the kitchen, he muttered obscenities and ideas for revenge.

Ron poked his head out of the drawing room at the noise, took one look at Harry and retreated quickly.

"You didn't kill them, did you?" he asked, poking his head out again.

"No," Harry ground out.

"All right," Ron said, disappearing back into the drawing room.

Harry continued on his trek downstairs, storming into the kitchen. He stared blankly for a moment at the empty room before continuing on. For the second time that morning, he burst into the potions room.

Lucius didn't look surprised. Nor did he look busy, as he had the last time. He and Narcissa sat on one of the couches and gazed at Harry calmly, looking as if they'd been waiting for him.

"Do you know these spells?" Harry demanded.

"Of course," Lucius drawled.

"Will you teach them to me?" Harry pleaded.

"Have you found your instructors incompetent?" Lucius questioned innocently.

Harry sent him the same venomous glare he'd directed at Severus and Hermione.

Lucius arched a brow. "It went that well, did it?"

"I can learn from Severus. I can learn from Hermione. I can not learn from them at the same time," Harry spat. "And Remus and Draco, traitors, the both of them. Just stood there and watched me being flayed."

Smirking, Lucius warded the room to ensure they wouldn't be interrupted and proceeded to calmly teach Harry the memory modification spells. Narcissa quietly assisted and provided encouragement. Harry appreciated her soothing presence after the disaster upstairs.

Considering he'd already grasped some of the concepts from Severus and Hermione, it didn't take long for Harry to understand and learn the spells.

"Very good," Narcissa praised.