The Heir of Slytherin- Harry Potter (Male Reader)

1.6 Halloween and Graffiti

Even days after the incident on the Quidditch pitch Draco was still complaining about Hermione's comment. "Actually it was hilarious I could barely hold it together" he whispered to Blaise who sat next to him. "I can imagine. It's very depressing that I missed this. I would have loved to see Draco's face." he stated grinning.

The boys sat in their common room on a couch across from Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. Draco was again complaining about what happened "Father wrote me a letter. He said I should stay calm there will something happen in Hogwarts so I will get my revenge. This stupid filthy Mudblood will regret what she said " he told Crabbe and Goyle.

"Draco's attitude about Muggle-borns is so silly" Y/N sighed "Please tell me you aren't like that, Blaise." "No I'm not but if I were you I wouldn't say that out loud. Many Slytherins think like him and you shouldn't get on their bad side" Blaise responded.

October came and brought the bad cold, bad weather. It was raining constantly, the lake rose and the school grounds got muddy. Quidditch training wasn't that fun anymore. But they had to, their first match was against Gryffindor. Last year they were the stronger team and Slytherin only won the Quidditch-Cup because Harry was unconscious.

Every time they came back from training Y/N was completely frozen and the mud dripped down on him. It wasn't even once that he and the rest of the team soiled the corridors so much that Filch had to clean them for hours. Y/N wondered why he didn't just use a cleaning charm that would have done the work in a blink of an eye.

Finally, Halloween arrived. Since a feast was traditionally held at Halloween Y/N became more excited the closer the Dinner came. Of cause, there have been feasts at Ilvermorny too, but they never were that motivated when it came to decoration.

Y/N sat in the common room writing on his homework of potions. "Are you coming, Y/N?" Blaise asked. He was on his way up to the Great Hall "I am going to finish this and come after you. I'll be there in 10 minutes" Blaise shrugged and left.

Y/N wanted to go to the feast but he just had the motivation to finish his homework and he didn't want to do it later in the evening. His handwriting became messier and messier the closer he got to the end of his essay. With a vigorous push of his feather, he put his last sentence on the parchment and hurried out of the common room.

His stomach already growled at him out of hunger he went down the corridor and turned to the right. The further he walked the odder it got.

When he turned around a corner, he saw that there were jet black candles floating in the air and emitting a blue flame.

He slowly walked down the corridor. With every step he made he felt colder until he began shivering "There can't be Dementors in this corridor" he thought. When he walked past a door, he took a glimpse into the room and saw many ghosts floating around. A stage was set up on one wall and an orchestra was playing a horrible tune. On another wall of the Dungeon was a long table where a kind of buffet was offered. Y/N saw a ghost flying through the table.

Before he could take a closer look at the scene, he noticed that the Gryffindor ghost spotted him and was about to fly to him. "Oh boy, please. I don't want to get dragged into this" he thought and left rushing in the direction of the Great hall. "Oi boy stop" the nearly headless Nick yelled but Y/N just turned around, now walking backwards, and replied "Sorry I am late for my -er- for my date."

That moment he went around the corner, still going backwards, he bumped into someone and fell to the ground. While rubbing his head he stood up and looked in the angry face of Ron Weasley. "Watch out" he spat at him. "I'm sorry I didn't see you" "Yeah I noticed that" Ron stated and glared furiously at him.