There was a scream and then an awful lot of shouting. Harry looked at Draco who raised an eyebrow and then they both headed off at speed in the direction of the sound of distress. There was snow all over the ground, but the path they were using appeared well trodden and it had been enchanted to prevent the pupils and staff slipping.
The scream had been quite heartfelt and several possible reasons had leapt into Harry's head: the top of the list being another of Voldemort's stunts and, further down, several other life threatening possibilities. What he really did not expect to find as he and Draco rounded the corner were two sets of first years eyeing each other across an almost virgin snowfield. There were five in one group and four in the other and their house scarves gave everything away.
[Gryffindor vs Slytherin,] Harry commented silently as he and his soulmate watched the two sets eye each other.
One of the two girls in the Gryffindor group, Harry thought her name was Emily, was holding the side of her face which appeared somewhat red. There was snow all down the front of her cloak.
"You'll pay for that, Bufo," the girl virtually snarled.
"Really, can't wait to find out how," one of the boys from the Slytherin's shot back.
"I'll hex you into next week," the blond boy standing next to the injured party said bravely; he was a Creevey cousin of some description if Harry remembered rightly.
"Just try it," yet another of the boys from the opposing team returned.
[Why do I have a sense of deja vu?] Harry asked as the two sets of pupils glared at each other.
[Did we look that ridiculous?] Draco replied and he felt amused.
It was then that the first years realised they had an audience. The Gryffindors caught sight of the two seventh years first and, as one, their eyes went round and slightly scared. The Slytherins caught on pretty quickly and all nine faces were soon in Harry and Draco's direction. There was awe in every single expression, even the Gryffindors who were used to having the most famous wizard and his soulmate in their house, but were definitely not used to meeting them around the school.
[Any ideas?] Harry asked as total silence fell.
[We could just leave them to it,] his lover suggested hopefully.
[All I have to say is, second year, snow fight, hospital wing,] he replied and gave Draco a look.
"Everything alright here?" Harry asked aloud, since the silence appeared to be going on forever.
"Fine," one of the Slytherins said instantly, only to be elbowed in the ribs by one of his colleagues.
The pair of seventeen year olds walked calmly over to the younger pupils.
"Really," Draco said, "everything's fine is it? I definitely heard the word hex. Harry didn't you hear it as well?"
Harry put on his most thoughtful expression.
"Could have been," he said conversationally, "but you know me, I've been knocked off my broom and landed on my head one too many times to trust my hearing."
Several of the awed expressions were changing to surprise. Draco drifted towards the Slytherin group as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Just snow," one of the Gryffindors tried this time.
The first years were beginning to believe they might get away with whatever they had been up to, Harry could tell.
"That's not snow," Draco said suddenly and pointed at one of the Slytherins and one of the Gryffindors: two rocks fell to the ground at the same time. "Rocks?" The Slytherin prefect said in his most outraged voice. "Really, where is your house honour? You're wizards, you do not throw rocks: it's undignified."
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Gold Tinted Spectacles (Hecatemus Book #1)
Fanfiction(Drarry) Harry Potter is about to enter his seventh year, and things are not quite what he expected. He is no longer the angry boy who watched his world fall apart at the end of his fifth year, but neither has he completely found his place yet. He i...
