Chapter 19: Coconuts And A Thirst For Blood

                                    

                                          
A/N: Apologies for the very late update. My house burned down yolo (fr tho I'm not joking)
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Harry was still thinking about potions class when the slytherins made their way down to the greenhouse. 
He was not looking forward to Slughorns meetings whatsoever.
No doubt the man was gonna grill him on his life as much as possible and he really wasn't in the mood for that.
At least herbology with the puffs would be somewhat relaxing.
Hopefully.
It was nice out, and Harry didn't mind the walk. The sun felt wonderful on his exposed forearms.
When they arrived, he could already make out vague blorbs of yellow and black clearing tables and getting dirt off them.
His dormmates came to a stop in front of the entrance but didn't enter yet.
Harry walked over to them.
"Why are you waiting outside?"
"Why go in when the little badgers are happy doing all the cleaning and prep work by themselves? I just got a manicure, I'm not touching that shit", said Ramon, looking down at his black lacquered nails. They glittered faintly in the sunlight.
Harry frowned: "They're gonna get dirty anyway when the teacher shows up, won't they? Are they okay with us just waiting here?"
"I wouldn't worry about that", replied Black with a smirk. Harry noticed his eyes flittering over to a very annoyed looking Müller.
"Why's that?"
Whatever reply the icy blonde was about to make got interrupted when a large hand landed on Harry's shoulder.
Harry flinched and whirled around.
He swallowed hard.
He stood at about chest height with a very large man.
He must be Hagrid's size, maybe a little shorter but definitely taller than professor Rambos.
His skin was a dark caramel sort of color and his head was bald and engraved with what looked like runes. The same marks were visible on his very pronounced arms, which looked to be as wide as Harry's entire body.
They looked like scars but had a barely visible golden shimmer to them. 
He wore a form-fitting blue tunic and tan pants.
But what really caught his attention was the big machete strapped to his hip.
Just what was this guy planning?
Harry's eyes trailed up to his face and he couldn't help but be surprised at the kind expression he was met with. 
He was smiling brightly and clapped Harry on the shoulder one more time.
"You must be the new student my boy told me about, huh?"
Harry was too bewildered to reply. His boy?
"Ugh, dad, stop bothering him. Don't you have a class to teach or something?"
Harry almost gave himself whiplash when he turned to look at Müller.
Dad?
He eyed the boy incredulously.
He was tall, sure, but that's where the similarities ended. 
Müller was built like the little rainworm on the ground next to him and he was pale enough to blend in with the white wooden frame of the greenhouse behind the group.
His delicate and sharp facial features didn't match the towering man either.
The blonde shot him a nasty look when he noticed Harry's gaze on him.
"Fuck off Evans", and with that he headed inside, Black following after him.
"Oh don't mind him. He's been a bit moody lately, you know how teenagers are", said the man fondly, crossing his thick arms.
Ramon snickered: "I think he got into a fight with you know who again.."
No, not Riddle standing next to the redhead. By now Harry knew enough to realize that you know who was just another name for Benjamin Rose when Müller was involved.
A sudden clirr could be heard in the greenhouse.
Riddle raised an eyebrow and looked  at Harry.
"Come on, let's make sure the idiot didn't break a pot over someone's head again."