How to Prevent a War

The Slug Club

When Harry walked into the Great Hall the next morning, still a bit annoyed about having to spent the night in the hospital ward, he was immediately steered in his usual seat between Tom and Nicolas Lestrange. Alphard, who sat across from him smiled brightly in greeting before refocussing on his breakfast.

"All healed up, Potter?" Mulciber asked loudly, from Lestrange's other side.

"Yeah, all bones are right where they're supposed to be!" Harry replied grinning.

"But sadly, no one could do anything about his malfunctioning brain, fell too many times as a kid," someone behind Harry commented.

The Slytherin boys all looked up to find the Weasley twins and Ron and Hermione standing there, all grinning. Harry grinned back and waved. Alphard perked up and smiled brightly as his eyes met with Hermione's and the brunette blushed a bit. Harry looked between the two for a moment and smiled, before his attention was drawn by the three redheads.

"Hello, Harry," Fred greeted.

"Good to see you're up and about," George said.

"That bastard didn't leave any lasting damage, did he?" Ron asked slightly worried.
"I'm honestly surprised with how Dumbledore just shrugged it off. Never would have thought he'd just let it be."

"If it was the other way around, Harry would have been kicked out of school before he could say 'it was an accident'," Rosier muttered darkly.

"But I didn't, so there is nothing to worry about," Harry told them dryly.

"You almost died!" Hermione exclaimed.

"So did I in first year, second year, third year... OH! And last year! Quidditch is a dangerous sport, no need to get all dramatic about it."

The Slytherins were all staring at Harry in shock at that while the Weasleys snickered amused and Hermione looked just plain angry. She huffed and glared at him for a short moment before turning around and stomping away.

"She's just really worried mate," Ron spoke up quietly.

"I know, I'll apologize to her later, I promise," Harry sighed.

Ron nodded and started after his 'twin sis', but turned back at Harry for a moment with a sly grin.

"Last year had nothing to do with quidditch mate," he pointed out.

"I know, I just felt like mentioning it," Harry shrugged.

Ron laughed a bit and walked away, leaving the Slytherins and his older brothers behind. The twins both grinned at Harry and Fred ruffled the raven's hair.

"Luckily, the things that usually nearly get you killed also make you a bloody amazing Seeker," he commented.

"If it didn't, everyone would just think you're insane or suicidal... or both," George added amused.
"Most already do by the way. And not only about quidditch."

After that, they too left again. Harry turned back to his breakfast, but before he could even take a bite, he was bombarded by the many questions of his now extremely worried housemates.

"How many times did something like this happen!? Are you accident bait or something?"

"Why didn't you tell us you nearly died!?"

"What the hell are you doing playing quidditch even after getting hurt every year?"

"Did you really play in your first year? I mean, you're good, but that good?"