Chapter 10

                                    

                                          
Thoughts: 'Blah. Blah. Blah."
                          
Flashback: Blah. Blah. Blah. ( [END]FLASHBACK before/after them)
                          
Hedwig: "Blah. Blah. Blah."
                          
Parseltongue: {Blah. Blah. Blah.}
                          
Letters/Articles/Writing: Blah. Blah. Blah. 
                          
I just want to point out that we will not be writing in Professor Quirrell's stutter. It is still present, but writing it out is tedious. And since the stutter is not the main focus of the story, we figured that it wouldn't really be missed.
                          
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Chapter 10
                          
"Harry, you'll break your glasses if you keep laying your head down like that." Draco elbows his friend in the arm to gain his attention.
                          
"Ugh," Harry grunts at him. "Leave me to die in peace."
                          
"Oh, stop being so melodramatic. You're fine. Now wake yourself up. We have defense against the dark arts in fifteen minutes." Draco tries to pull his friend into a proper sitting position but gets only a low growl in response. "Did you just growl at me?" Harry does it again. "Of course you did. Why am I even surprised anymore?"
                          
Harry finally raises his head and begins staring blankly at the Gryffindor table. He sees Ron being obnoxious with his group of friends; No surprise there. There hasn't been another incident since Monday, but Harry is sure that Ron's fear will soon be forgotten. Yeah, the red head will be back to antagonize Harry in no time. 'Well at least I have something to look forward to.' Harry laughs at his sarcasm, making Draco look at him with questioning eyes. Harry feels his gaze and turns, shrugging in response. 
                          
Draco finishes off his breakfast and collects his bag off of the floor beside him, Harry following suit when he takes notice of his friend's actions. They walk together, Draco taking Harry's arm to lead him while he rifles through his bag. "What are you looking for?"
                          
"My bloody quill. I keep on forgetting it. I had to go back to Charms yesterday because I had left it on the table. It was embarrassing." Harry stops searching, groaning audibly before saying, "I must have left it in our room. I have to go get it."
                          
 "You can't. We don't have the time, we're going to be pushing it as is."
                          
"I'll face the consequences. You go ahead and go. Oh, and save me a seat, will you?"
                          
"Yeah, sure." Draco gives Harry a pat on the back before turning away and walking to class. Harry makes his way down the hall at a brisk walk, only stopping when he has to wait for the damn stairs to move again. He taps his foot impatiently as he waits. "Come on." Finally the stairs decide to cooperate. "Thank you." He rolls his eyes.
                          
Once again the stairs shift. "Oh come on, seriously? Now you're just screwing with me, aren't you." He honestly does believe that the castle has made it her personal mission to make Harry's life a living hell. He's only been here for a week and a half, but he already knows his way around the castle better than most second years do. The moving stairs have taken him all around, making him work to find where he's going instead of allowing him to take the direct route. However, all of his adventures have allowed him to find a few shortcuts and secret passageways, one of which leads directly to the kitchens. Needless to say, the house elves working in the Hogwarts Kitchens had the scare of their lives when Harry popped out from inside the pantry. He had made a few friends though, the elves having taken a liking to him almost instantly, saying that he's too skinny. "We need to put some meat on those bones, Young Master." After that Harry had vehemently demanded that they call him by his name. It took some convincing, but they finally caved. Before he left they loaded him up with as many chocolaty sweets as he could carry. How they knew about his obsession with chocolate, he will never know. But, they told him that if he ever needed anything all he had to do was come down and ask.