Harry Malfoy's Trials | Book One

| Harry Malfoy's Doubts

A couple of weeks after the Quidditch match, Blaise ran up to Harry. They were done with classes for the day, and Harry missed Blaise very much, so the two walked out together into the brisk February air. Both boys were wearing scarfs wrapped tightly around their necks, and held their mitten hands as they walked along the grounds. "I've missed you, I've been through so much since Christmas," Harry said.

"I know, we haven't really gotten any real chance to hang out," Blaise frowned. "Ever since you got sorted... never mind, anyway, how are you Harry? I've heard the strangest things—is it true about what happened over Christmas? Draco told me that you saw your read dad!"

"Yeah," Harry said. "I think I should start from the beginning..." Harry took a moment to collect his thoughts. As he did so, the couple walked down a slopping hill towards the Black Lake, which was beginning to thaw as March was around the corner. They reached the shores of the lake when Harry said, "Alright. So first, I did fight a troll, right, me and Ron on Halloween. We made Hermione, well more like Ron made Hermione upset, but anyway she spent the rest of the day crying and when Professor Quirrell—"

"Harry," Blaise laughed lightly, "I was there for that."

"Oh... right, you yelled at me," Harry blushed. "Then umm after that! Yeah after that, was my first Quidditch match against Slytherin! You remember that, yeah? When my broom was acting oddly? Turns out Snape was jinxing my broom! Draco and Hagrid doesn't believe us, but Ron, Hermione, and I know that it was Snape! It had to be! And that three-headed dog in the corridor on the third floor is named Fluffy apparently, and he's Hagrid's who brought him from this Greek guy, you see, and now he's in the corridor guarding the Philosopher's Stone! Only we didn't learn about that until after Christmas where Draco found this book—I'm getting ahead of myself, I—"

Harry. Take a breath," Blaise commanded. Harry stopped talking and immediately took a couple of breaths. "Good, now calm down... what are you talking about, what three-headed dog? What Stone?"

"Oh right... you weren't there," Harry said, his cheeks blazing red.

"No. I wasn't," Blaise said shortly. "Harry, please don't tell me you're doing something dangerous!"

"I don't know... we just sort of ran into it," Harry said. "Draco, Hermione, Ron, and I were in the Trophy Room looking for my dad's Quidditch trophy. It took most of the night, but we found it. We were on our way back when we ran into Peeves, we ran away only to hide behind a door when we heard Filch. It turned out that the door we were hiding behind, it had a giant three-headed dog, which we later learned was named Fluffy, and we really later learned was guarding a thing called the Philosopher's Stone, something that can grant immortal life. Ron, Hermione, and I believe that Snape is trying to steal the Stone. Hermione and Ron thinks it's for himself while... while I think that he's trying to steal it for my grandfather." Harry whispered softly.

"You think he's trying to get it for You-Know-Who?" Blaise asked. Harry nodded, mentally preparing himself for Blaise to tell him he's wrong and that Voldemort was dead. But instead, Blaise asked softly, "How do you feel about that?"

"Huh?" Harry said, shocked.

"How do you feel... about the fact that your grandfather might still be alive?" Blaise asked slowly.

"I don't know..." Harry said. "On one hand, he's my family, my grandfather, I should love and respect him, right? But on the other hand... he killed my dad and my mum. He made sure that my dad and Sirius will never be together, with or without Dumbledore's meddling. Yet... I think things are tense between mother and father and me... they're really insulted that I didn't come home for Christmas."