Silence Is Music? [Stopped Writing]

Chapter 3: Fights & Flashbacks

After Hermione left, Ron started explaining quidditch to Harry, Harry asked what his favourite quidditch team was ( Chudley Cannons). He also, to my annoyance, asked Ron, not me, what mine was.

Ron got it wrong, he said my team was Caerphilly Catapults. Its actually Falmouth Falcons who have the awesome motto of 'Let us win, but if we cannot win, let us break a few heads!'. I huffed and was about to take my wand out to write some rude things that should not be mentioned in a children's book. When Draco Malfoy walked into the room. He looked just like his father who I hated with every inch of my heart. With a look at the smirk on his face, it looked like I'd like Draco just as much. I grimaced and stood up.

" Is it true, they're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's is in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

" Yes" Harry said. He was looking at Draco's cronies.

" Oh," Malfoy said " this is Crabbe and Goyle, and my names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

I was silent giggling. Stuck up or what? Ron cough/laughed and Draco noticed.

" Think my names funny do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me that all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles and more children than they can count." My face heated up. He turned to me. " And she's the mute girl who's parents left her to live in that shack."

That was the last straw, I launched myself at Malfoy, pureblood or not, he was not getting away with this! Harry just looked bewildered and Ron was cheering me on. I stabbed wherever I could see. Crabbe and Goyle tried to stop me but  Hḗp  got in the way, spreading his great wings to shield me. In the end, Percy pulled me off and I noticed that quite a crowd had gathered. Malfoy straightened up, he had a nose bleed, and a bruise was starting to form on his left eye. I had a cut lip, and blood was trickling down my chin. When I stood up, I could bareley stand on my right leg, but I didn't let anyone see it.

I high-fived Fred and George who were whooping and shouting and let Hḗp perch on my shoulder. I wiped my hands on the nearest set of robes with a disgustedlook on my face. Malfoy germs eeew.

Before anyone could stop him, he launched his fist toward my face I caught it and I felt a moment of sharp pain, before I flipped him over my shoulder. Not hurting him, so much as giving him a shock. He got up, stormed out of the compartment, casting death glares at everyone. Malfoy's cronies followed, edging warely around Hḗp. The crowd dispersed and I was left to my thoughts.

Something kept coming back to my mind. In that flash of pain in the fight, when I was holding Malfoy's fist, I saw Lucious Malfoy's leering sneer and a flash of red light and a scream of pain.

I blacked out. My nightmares that I hadn't had for years coming back to haunt me in my unconsiousness.