You’re family,” he told Luna casually, refusing to look at her. There was also the fact that Crabbe and Goyle couldn’t follow him on his Prefect duties and he didn’t have to be the perfect son of Lucius Malfoy. He could have a brief few hours’ respite. A rare treat until this year. Minerva heard that catch Potter’s attention and she smirked. “Your godfather isn’t the only one who can plot the ousting of a staff member, mister Malfoy.” Harry lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. “‘Course she tells him everything. Everyone tells Dumbledore everything.” But of course, the rules don’t apply to Gryffindor’s golden boy,” Snape drawled, scowling as he made his way over to where McGonagall was standing. “The painting didn’t mention who I would be treating, Minerva.” He liked the twins. They pranked everyone in the school, not just the Slytherins, and they never singled anyone out without damn good reason. He’d also run into them sneaking about in the dungeons before and they didn’t hex him for being a filthy Slytherin.

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There must have been many final straws for the always astute Minerva during this year, but she somehow managed to keep her cool in the face of such horrors, even when Amycus spat in her face. A far more emotionally lax Harry (hidden under his Invisibility Cloak) couldn’t take this, though, and instantly cursed Alecto. Unsurprisingly, McGonagall didn’t seem phased, and even scolded Harry for putting himself in danger. Even in the path of such cruel mistreatment, McGonagall was still intent on protecting those around her. He scrubbed his sleeve surreptitiously over the Prefect badge on his robes to make sure it shone brightly. It was the best decision Dumbledore had ever made, making him a Prefect. Of course, it had probably been Professor Snape who put Draco’s name forward. He was the Potions professor’s favorite, after all. Luna moved closer to the door and smiled at it. “Good morning door. Could you open, please? Harry looks rather like he’s about to faint, which could be rather problematic for poor Draco.”He actually rather hoped not on the latter. Fudge was a useless buffoon, but his father being Minister didn’t really fit in with what Draco had planned. Draco refused to admit that he was waiting for Potter to give him something a little more than that. He always put on such a good show. This was frankly disappointing.

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But Draco grabbed Potter’s shoulders and with Lovegood’s unexpected help, they managed to get Potter inside. And really, did the boy eat? He weighed next to nothing. Draco was fairly certain he could’ve lifted him himself. His hand was bleeding again, and Harry wondered for a moment if there were veins or something there that he’d cut words through. The windows were frosted over and snow was piling up against them on the outside, and all he could think was that he was grateful for it. Because if it was snowy, there was no Quidditch. Severus grit his teeth. A Blood Quill. A horrid piece of magic that should have been banned centuries ago, but people kept them in use because they forced the signatories to honor the contracts they had signed or risk losing their magic. But they were illegal to use on a minor. Draco was a Pureblood, though. Scion of one of the Noble Houses, and that status counted for something with people like the Minister and most of the members of the Wizengamot. People would be up in arms if something happened to the Malfoy Heir. He cleared his throat, his expression sobering. “If they could get us some dungbombs, I think we could have some fun. But I wanted to ask if they could see to pranking Ravenclaw for a bit of revenge. Not Lovegood, but her housemates.” His eyes darkened from grey to silver. “They’ve been treating her poorly.”

‘The Sacking of Severus Snape’

Draco grabbed Potter’s other wrist, the one that wasn’t bloody and mangled, and turned them around, heading toward the closest set of stairs to the second floor.