Draco Malfoy *5th Year*

Chapter 24

*Harry's POV*

I stood in front of the Mirror is Erised, my parents appeared behind me and smiled at me. Snape appeared behind them...

"Feeling sentimental," his voice sneered

"That's private," I breathed heavily looking at him as we practised in his classroom.

"And not to the Dark Lord, if you don't improve. Every memory he has access to is a weapon he can use against you. You won't last two seconds if he invades your mind. You're just like your father. Lazy, arrogant,"

"Don't say a word against my father," I defended

"Weak," Snape continued

"I'm not weak!"

"Then prove it," He challenged

"Control your emotions. Discipline your mind. Legilimens," he cast the spell into my mind. Memories started coming to mind

"Stop it," I wheezed

"Is that what you call control?" Snape glared

"We've been at it for hours. If I could just rest," I stood up from he chair

"The Dark Lord isn't resting. You and Black, you're two of a kind. Sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair. Your blessed father knew that. In fact, he frequently saw to it," Snape insulted me

"My father was a great man," I shook my head

"Your father was a swine," Snape growled

"Legilimens,"

"Protego!" I countered the spell and it bounced onto Snape

"Come on, Moony, Padfoot,"

"Snape," the younger version of my father approached a young Snape along with Sirius, Lupin and Pettigrew

"Expelliarmus," Snape was disarmed and then hung upside down

"Dad," I breathed out

"Right. Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's trousers?" My dad asked as those around him chanted

"Snivellus Greasy. Snivellus Greasy,"

"Enough. Enough" Snape said quietly he then stormed towards me and grabbed me by my collar

"Your lessons are at an end,"

"I need to-" he cut me off

"Get. Out." He then let me go and I stumbled out of his classroom, trying to process what I had just witnessed of my dad when he was younger.

I was walking down the corridor at night and I heard some light sniffling and then the quiet voices of the Weasley twins.

"What's your name?"

"Michael,"

"Your hand's gonna be fine, Michael" one of the twins comforted the younger boy.

"Yeah. It's not as bad as it seems. See? It's fading already"

"You can hardly see ours anymore, and the pain stops after a while," I turned the corner to see them sitting on either side of the boy who was holding his hands

"As I told you once before, Mr Potter naughty children deserve to be punished" the high pitched voice of Umbridge rang out behind me, the four of us turned around to see her standing by the staircase before she walked away.

"You know, George I've always felt our futures lay outside the world of academic achievement," Fred said as he came to stand next to his brother

"Fred, I've been thinking exactly the same thing,"