King of the Street(A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

A Day in the Life

So far, the first week of school wasn't anything overly interesting. The classes were as expected, and the other students were as generally unimpressive. Daphne knew what to expect and so her attitude was bored, and her demeanor was cold. Being the heir to the Greengrass fortune was an annoyance that she accepted. As soon as she settled there were already offers for her hand, the Notts boy, the Zabini heir, the Brockhurst heir, and so on. She even got one from Draco, she had to leave the common room before she broke his nose. The boy had an unfounded sense of superiority. Her strongest defense was the icy façade that she used to keep most people at bay. She did have a few friends, Tracey Davis and Millicent Bulstrode, that she spent most her time with. Tracey and she have been friends for as long as either of them could remember. Millicent was Tracey's friend and it just so happened that she and Daphne got along as well. All in all, Daphne was as comfortable as she could be in the lair of the snakes. There was only one thing that she couldn't get over. Harry Potter. There was something about him that she couldn't shake. He came off as very blasé about Hogwarts. Like he saw it less as a school and more as a target. What was he doing here if it wasn't to learn magic. He was always talking to that Gryffandor boy, Shaun or Shane, something like that. They seemed like they have known each other for a long time, which wasn't suspicious, but that when they were together, they acted like they were the kings of the world.

Shaking her head, Daphne brought herself back to the present, she had homework and Tracey wasn't helping. She was too busy staring at the older classmates in the common room. Daphne sighed at her friend and refocused on the transfiguration in front of her. They were supposed to describe the process of changing a matchstick to a needle. They had to explain the differences and similarities in the metal that made the needle and the wood and chemical end of the match.

"Hey Daphne." Came the voice of Tracey

"Yes?"

"Did you hear about what happened to Potter?"

"No."

"Well, do you want to know?"

"Are you giving me a choice?"

"No."

"Go ahead then."

"So, apparently, Potter was able to get into the forbidden third floor where he was trapped. Supposedly he fought a giant three-headed dog, demon birds, statue guards and then…"

"And then?"

"You-know-who."

"Pssh, yeah right. He's dead or did you forget."

"I didn't forget, but there is plenty of rumor that he is still alive, that he found a way to become immortal."

"Please, did he find some Elixir of Life or something."

"Fine, don't believe, but Harry is in the infirmary and hasn't woke up."

"I'm not saying that most of that didn't happen, but I bet there is a more realistic answer than the rebirth of the Dark Lord."

"Whatever, just thought you'd like to know."

"And what is that supposed to mean exactly?"

"Puh-lease, don't think I haven't noticed you staring at him. I will say, he is going to be quite the handsome guy when he is all grown up."

"I do not stare and if I was it wasn't at him."

"I repeat, PUH-LEASE."

"Keep your voice down."

"You have some sort of interest in him and you will tell me one way or another."

"My only interest in Harry Potter is that he happens to be in our house instead of Gryffandor like his parents. What kind of person is he if this is the house he ended up in?"