The Wolf of Hogwarts

Chapter 9

It took Harry a while to find classroom 4B but they eventually came across it with the Bloody Barons help. 

Harry opened the door and looked around the room, noting Draco leaning against the far wall and his wand two desks away from him. Draco gave him a curious look as everyone filed into the room. Harry leaned up against the wall, assuming a similar position to Draco. 

"Well this is certainly more people than I expected."

Harry shrugged. "Your mothers letter mentioned that you would explain everything?"

Draco nodded and pushed off the wall. He started pacing, lost in thought. 

"It was my mother that started everything. Voldemort was staying at the Malfoy manor and had called every Death Eater to him. It was to my mothers surprise that Peter Pettigrew showed up." He paused as sorted out what he was going to say next. "My mother was born and raised a Black. She will always be a Black. And the Black family is founded on loyalty. To betray the family was to betray everything they stood for." Draco looked Harry in the eye. "It's why Walburga and Orion reacted so badly to Sirius and his views."

"My mother grew suspicious of Pettigrew's involvement and did some snooping around. It turns out that Pettigrew was there to spy on the Order and more specifically your parents. Mother wouldn't stand for the betrayal of friend like that, plus no one really likes Pettigrew, so she used this excuse to reconnect with Sirius. Soon after that the Potters where informed of the betrayal and the ritual to turn you into you was created."

"It was my Mother who mainly raised me. She raised me to help you. To be your foot hold into Slytherin house." Draco looked at everyone already there. "I just wonder how she knew you'd befriend other houses immediately?" That last part he muttered so low that only Harry heard him. 

"Why would you be raised to help me? What are your views of muggles and Muggle borns?"

Draco's eyes flickered over to Hermione before resting back on Harry. "I still believe that those born from wizarding parents are pure, better than those born to muggle parents." Hermione huffed and glared at him but Draco just ignored her. "But part of my training was in dealing with problems and how to fix them. I know that the wizarding world is stagnating. We haven't progressed anywhere in centuries. There hasn't been a new spell created sense wizards hid themselves from muggles. We need new ideas and we are going to find them with the muggle borns."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "You didn't answer my question." Draco narrowed his eyes in response. Neither noticed the heavy feeling that had sprung up in the classroom. But to Hermione and the others it felt like they where waiting for their ears to pop. 

"I am of the Ancient and Noble house of Black, Heir to the Malfoy fortune, I stand by my beliefs but recognize when I need," Here Draco seemed to be gathering up his courage, "help." He spat the word out as if it where the worst thing in existence. 

Harry raised an eyebrow. "That may be so but you still won't say it. Do it. Call Hermione a mudblood. Call us blood-traitors. Show us the legacy that the House of Malfoy and the Ancient and Noble house of Black have left behind."

Draco glared at Harry. He knew that if he called Granger that then he would lose any chance with Harry. He almost snorted at his unwillingness to say it even in his head. What was his problem?! He'd said it many times at home with both his Mother and Father. But why can't he say it now?  "No."

This seemed to startle Neville and the Hufflepuffs but Draco didn't care. His gut was screaming at him to be careful. He also was not unaware of the political power this group held. If he was able to befriend them it would open many doors in the future.