Twins :A diffrent story

Chapter 12(pt 2)

It was perfect. Oh it was so perfect. He looked at James who was gaping in disbelief and Rosina who looked close to tears and grinned.

"This is perfect." Draco voiced Harry's inner thoughts.

"Sowing the seed's of doubt." Harry agreed, he chanced a glance up to his father who had the smuggest grin on his face it was actually hard to comprehend; even Snape looked happy. The Snakes up and down the table were pouring over the article and looking at Harry who was smirking more than his life's worth, giving him impressed looks. This was only the beginning. She tried to kill him; that wasn't going away.

"Come on, Draco, let's confront the inevitable." Harry commented and the blond nodded. They rose with the paper in hand and just as suspected, Rosina pounced on them.

"You sold your story to the paper!" She exclaimed angrily and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Sold my story?" He repeated confused, "I didn't sell anything."

"Then how did Skeeter end up with it?"

"I don't know if you noticed, Potter but your beloved Father also commented in the article." Draco drawled looking at her with disdain.

"You've made me look bad for your accident." She spat and Harry actually laughed.

"You and I both know it was no accident. This is nothing to what I could have done so think yourself lucky."

"What could you possible do to me? I'm the Girl-Who-Lived." She announced smugly, and had her nose in the air.

"Actually, you're the Girl-Who-Was-Spoiled." Harry motioned to the paper, she went red and stormed off. They shared a grin and went to walk to the common room when Sirius came out with Remus laughing. Harry caught a movement behind his father, James cursed him from behind, Sirius or Remus wouldn't have blocked it in time so Harry flicked up a shield. Sirius stiffened up and span to face James with a murderous expression on his face.

"Has to rely on an 11 year old to watch his back," James sneered.

"Has to wait 'til my back is turned before he can raise a wand to me," Sirius returned in the same tone.

"You're pathetic if you think this will work, Black. Your stupid kid just can't fly properly and now you think you can drag our name through the mud? The public won't fall for this!"

Sirius looked livid at the slur about Harry and Draco was holding said boy back for killing James himself.

"You really shouldn't speak like that, Potter, you're getting too big for those boots your in." Sirius growled.

"You won't get away with this, Black. That little runt has caused more problems than not, he should have had his magic bound and hidden from this world."

The surrounding crowed gasped in horror, and Harry went slack in Draco's grip, looking at Potter with stunned wide eyes. To suggest that to happen to anyone was unthinkable, to bind away their very essence. Harry felt a shudder ripple up his spine at the mere thought, to not be able to feel what Lady Magic had gifted him, to not have his powers… Harry belatedly realised the Entrance Hall had gone utterly silent and he looked around to see his father had bypassed anything remotely close to anger and has settled on calm rage. The Black animagus had gone deathly still and his face was void off all emotion.