The Tribrid Slytherin (Draco Malfoy)

Sirius Black

Hi, guys here's a second chapter for the day because I was excited to write this! It is longer than the other chapters because this will be the end of year three, but don't worry, Purity's summer is going to be interesting!! It is currently 1 in the morning so don't forget to vote and comment. Ty ly all! <3

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"Isn't it just a beautiful day?" I ask walking side by side with the trio along the edge of the courtyard. "Gorgeous, unless you've been ripped to pieces!" Ron spits while Harry and I look at him suspiciously, Hermione scoffs and keeps her head up. "Ripped to pieces? What are you talking about?" Harry raises an eyebrow. "Ronald has lost his rat," Hermione says. "I haven't lost anything! Your cat killed him!" Ron shouts and Hermione faces him. "Rubbish."

"Harry, you've seen the way that bloodthirsty beast of hers... is always lurking about. And Scabbers is gone."

"Well, maybe you should take better care of your pets!" She raises her voice. "Your cat killed him!"

"Did not."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Oh shut it both of you!" I huff, irritated that I can't just enjoy one peaceful day. "Wait a minute, Pure, you have a cat. She probably ate him!" Ron accuses me and I scoff at his implausible comment. "You have to be joking, no. Might I add, Katerina is a perfectly well-trained civil cat. She would never do such a thing! Nor, take time out of her day to chase something as revolting as a rat." I cross my arms above my chest and Ron's face turns a slightly deeper shade of red.

"Might I have you know, Scabbers is a perfect gentlemanly rat that has been in my family for twelve years! If my mum finds out about this she'll kill me."

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We make our way down to the black lake, where poor Hagrid was skipping rocks, well more like throwing rocks.

We ask him how the trail went and he informs us that Lucius Malfoy, none other than Draco Malfoy's father, forced a death sentence on Buckbeak. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Anger boiled within me.

How could he? One night we were talking civilly about how he was in fact in the wrong and how Buckbeak was only defending himself and he goes and does this?! What the bloody hell is wrong with him?! To think that for a second I was beginning to feel something for him, something more than just hatred.

But now, Merlin all I feel is hatred, and all I ever want to feel for him is hatred. I have to find him and I have to give him a piece of my mind.

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After divination that day we ventured over to Hagrid's hut, to speak with him before the killing. As we stepped onto the grass I saw just the person to take all of my anger out on, holding binoculars! How dare he! "Look who's here!" Goyle shouted and he turned his head. "Ah! Come to see the show?" Malfoy hissed, but as soon as his gaze met mine his eyes flooded with fear and guilt.

Hermione pulled her wand out of her pocket and stomped right up to him. "You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" she pointed her wand directly at his neck and he quivered in fear, but his attention was all on me. "Hermione, no! He's not worth it." Ron said and I kept my fists clenched by my sides, nails digging into my skin, burning crescent shapes into my palms. Hermione slowly lowered her wand and stepped back. We hesitantly turned away, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard Malfoy's sinister laugh and that angered me enough to do what I was about to do.