Pure-Blood Potter

Lesson Gone Wrong

A/N I would just like to wish everyone a very merry Christmas or whatever you celebrate (if at all) at this time of year. I'm saying this now as I probably won't publish for a while now. Y'know with Christmas and everything.
- Leslie

We walked down to the forest where our care of Magical Creatures class is. As we walked with the rest of the class, I had a wave of recognition wash over me. Then it hit me but in the worst way possible; I collapsed on the floor, re-viewing the vision I had had of this class when Draco was slashed by the Hippogriff. When I came to, I was propped up against a tree with Draco sat next to me with my hand in his.

"I saw it again. I need a drink, I'm dizzy and my head hurts like hell." I aid, pressing my hand against my temple. I reached over to my bag where I had a flask with some pumpkin juice in it. I got up and picked up my bag as I pulled out my book, which had broken the strap about several times already, and I stroked the spine of it so I could actually pen it without being mauled. Draco copied what I did as the rest of the class asked Hagrid how to open the book safely.

"Well you stroke the spine o' course. He said and then pulled out a dead ferret. I grimaced at the sight but just sat there, patiently waiting for the Hippogriff to appear.

As Hagrid spoke about the Hippogriff, I sat there just thinking about everything that had happened at Durmstrang. I was pulled out of my thoughts quite literally as Pansy had pulled me backwards because Hagrid was looking for volunteers to ride it. After everyone had shuffled back, Potter was the only one left standing all alone.

A good few minutes passed by while my friends and I were talking as Potter was in the sky. He came back down and he was laughing. As everyone else cheered, us Slytherins grumbled, not liking that potter got all the attention. Draco stepped forward mumbling insults at it. As I had known would happen, it reared up on its hind legs and slashed at Draco's arm as he tried to protect himself. I ran forward as fast as possible and helped him up to his feet and led him to the hospital wing.

When we walked in, Madam Pomfrey was over to us and told me to sit him on one of the beds as she went to go and get some potions and medicines to heal him.

"My father will hear about this. I cannot believe that Dumbledore has that great oaf teaching." Draco said as he shook his head frowning. I just laughed at him.

"What? What's so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing it's just that despite being in hospital, you're still your normal self even though a few minutes ago you were yelling how it had killed you." I said and smirked.

"Oh well. My father will still hear about this." He said.

"Would you like me to get you a pie of parchment and some ink with a quill so you can write to him about this? I can send it to him when I go to send my letters to my friends at Durmstrang." He nods and thanks me as I leave, telling him I'll be back in a minute as I left towards the dungeons to get what I needed.

When I got back, saw Draco drinking some sort of potion that made him gag. I giggled as I handed him some parchment and a quill. I sat the ink well beside me on the night stand as I began writing my letters to Viktor and the Quidditch team. In my letter to Viktor, I asked about what happened to Sam after I had left. Draco had finished writing his letter to his father and put it in an envelope then put it next to my ink.

"Who is that to?" he asked looking at the language it was written in, confused as he didn't know what it said.

"Viktor. I was asking him what happened with Sam and how he was doing in Quidditch. The others are for my friends on the team. I'm also rather good friends with a few other very important people but you don't need to know who they are." I said as I sealed the envelope and put them all, including Draco's, into my bag to send off later that day.