The Will of Gil (Harry Potter)

Chapter 67

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Chapter 67- Parselhead.

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Why was this happening? That's all that Harry Potter could think to himself as he stood there in the middle of class with everybody looking at him with their judging glares. Life hadn't been going so well for Harry lately, but that was pretty much par for the course. Actually, you could say life was resuming as normal as his life was normally bad. Going up with the Dursleys was normal for him. His first year at Hogwarts was honestly the outlier as he actually had friends, had fun and actually enjoyed his life.

So his life since the second year wasn't actually his life taking a turn for the worse; it was just life returning to normal. He always got the same judging glares when in class or out in the neighbourhood due to all the lies Aunt Petunia and Dudley told about him. If there was one thing that was good about his Uncle Vernon, it was that he didn't like to air his business and would much rather pretend Harry didn't exist than go out of his way to make Harry's life worse. After all, that would mean he would have to acknowledge him and pay more attention to him than the customary shouts and sneers he afforded him.

Still, the glares Harry usually received were because he was a supposed delinquent and thug, not because he was a murder suspect. People thought he was the Heri of Slytherin and was going around petrifying people because they weren't murders; they were petrifications. Still, the entire school was acting like Harry had personally slit every single throat himself. The holidays proved to be a brief respite, and the fact that there were no more attacks actually led Harry to believe things were dying down. But here he was, with those judging stares pinning him down where he stood behind his desk.

"Anything to say for yourself, Mr Potter?" Professor Lockhart asked, looking at him with a hard stare, imperiously looking down on him. If only Harry knew what he was talking about. "I'm not sure I know what you are talking about, Professor," Harry replies, knowing what the Professor is inquiring about but not understanding why Lockhart was asking him. After all, he had nothing to do with what had just happened.