hogwarts

Draco: Look, it's a little girl! She looks weak!

AVADA-

what's a mudblood?

Draco: It's a dirty, poor, filthy muggle. *The class gasps. The teacher looks at Draco angrily.*

sooooooooooooo like you

*Dumbledore turns to face them. He seems unfazed by their presence.* Death eaters: We're here for the boy.

“Which Boy?”

Death eater: Don't play dumb. You know who we're talking about.

*The other students are all caught up in the excitement of the chase, and no one seems to notice you chanting for Draco. You can't help but feel a bit embarrassed, but you also feel a sense of pride in Draco's accomplishments. You're starting to see him in a new light, as someone who is brave and courageous. You watch as Draco and Harry continue to chase each other, their brooms flying higher and higher into the sky.*

*Harry wrestles back his glasses, and they get to the ground just as Madam Hooch returns from the hospital wing.*

*Madam Hooch walks up to Harry and Draco, her face flushed with anger. She looks at them both, her eyes narrowing.* "What is going on here? I told you all to stay in the air until I told you to land!"

*we arrive at flying lessons, and learn that the teacher is Madam Hooch*

*Madam Hooch is standing in front of the class, looking at you all with a stern expression. She's wearing a black cloak and carrying a broomstick. She looks at you and the other students, and her voice is firm and commanding.* "Welcome to flying lessons. Today, we will be learning how to mount and control a broomstick. Please find a broom and follow my instructions carefully."

*Hermione raises her hand* Did you say mount, or find?

*Draco is speechless, but Blaise speaks up.* Blaise: You're a Black?