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. It was no secret among the staff that Poppy Pomfrey told Dumbledore about everything that occured within the hospital wing. The woman was a mediwitch, not a healer, and she’d taken no healer’s oath of confidentiality. Anything she dealt with would straight to Dumbledore, who would do his absolute best to cover it all up. He’d served Dumbledore loyally for the past few decades, but he’d lost faith in the old man a long time ago. Now it was nothing more than his promise to Lily and his knowledge of the Dark Lord's continued existence keeping him here.

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Have you informed Dumbledore yet?” he asked, opening his kit and pulling out a thin vial of yellow liquid. He uncorked it and poured it over the wound to stop the bleeding. He sighed and started off in the direction of the healing wing. “Hurry up, Malfoy,” he said. “I’m not holding your hand if you don’t keep up.” In the wake of Voldemort’s ascent, Hogwarts became a shadow of its former self, with the Dark wizard having more control over the wizarding world. This particularly came into play when we saw that the Carrow siblings were now employed at the school, a pair of Death Eaters whose teaching methods included encouraging Unforgiveable Curses and using Muggle Studies as a platform to try to teach students that those without magic were inferior.You really need some new material, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “Can I go now? I’m tired and I want to see Pomfrey.” Luna padded out of McGonagall’s office after Draco and bit her tongue against speaking. People so often thought she couldn’t read social cues or tell when people were trying to make her leave… but she could. Perhaps not as well as most people, but she could read the room well enough. He’d considered for a time that bigger might be better. Ostentatious and loud, like a Gryffindor. But the urge to oust Umbridge immediately warred with his natural desire to stay in the shadows.

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They started walking again and he let it go for a little bit, watching Potter out of the corner of his eye. He kept wincing periodically and shifting the hand he had covered with a sleeve. He was sure he had seen something on it. Harry jiggled his foot impatiently and nearly threw himself from his seat when he heard that hated little, “hem hem” followed by, “Yes, Mister Malfoy? You have a question about the reading?” We’re not together! I just… I needed him to follow me.” He cursed his pale complexion that showed the heat of his cheeks so easily. Imagine, him with Potter. His shoulders dropped slightly in relief, but he found his eyes traveling to Potter without his consent. After Longbottom’s fleas had Umbridge scratching at her hair for the whole class period, there was the spell around Umbridge’s desk that turned everything she said into baby-talk. Draco was fairly certain that had been courtesy of Greengrass.

We can’t decide what we love more: the steely way McGonagall approached Snape’s office, the ‘knowing look’ between her and Sprout (go Pomona!), McGonagall screaming at Snape that he was a ‘coward’ or this beautiful one-liner when Snape fled the castle: 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. He sighed and rolled his head to look at McGonagall properly. She looked pissed. And blurry. And really pissed off. He must’ve slept through her class. “Ow,” he mumbled. “‘m I late?”

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Harry hummed to himself as Malfoy went from door to door, staring at them and then moving on the next. “It’s this one,” he said after he’d walked away from the right door. “Maaaalfoy. You walked past the door!” However protective McGonagall may have been, she always had the faith in the students to push them harder where other teachers may not. Maybe not right now.” Luna hurried to catch up with Draco and let her fingers rest lightly on his bloodied palm. “Make sure you wash this off, Draco,” she murmured. “You don’t want someone who’s not you to get Harry’s blood.” The chatter in the Great Hall quieted down as he walked between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, resuming at a louder pitch when he stepped out of the hall. Harry was so preoccupied staring at his feet he walked right into Malfoy. If he went to Pomfrey, she’d see his hand. And if she saw his hand she’d tell McGonagall, who’d tell Dumbledore.Why do you want to see Pomfrey, anyway?” Had he already asked that? “You know she tells Dumbledore everything, don’t you?” Worst healer ever. I must’ve been dreaming,” Harry muttered and sat himself slowly up. His hand was bandaged neatly and a note pinned to the blanket told him that Professor’s McGonagall and Snape wanted to see him and Malfoy after breakfast in Snape’s office. The only one who’d wound up with detention after the fiasco of the day before had been Ron. And he’d been set to scrub bed pans in Pomfrey’s wing. Had McGonagall ever been as classy and McGonagall-ish as she was in this chapter? It’s all about the words she used. From the way she steadily took down the Carrows to the way she confronted Snape, it was served ice cold, and gave McGonagall some much-needed catharsis without resorting to (too much) violence. Her stoic patience forged a careful defence strategy for Hogwarts, and she calmly worked with Harry to help him rather than bombard her absent student with questions. Harry just yawned again and shook his head. “Because I’ve met Voldemort,” he said simply. “And you’re… not dead enough, inside, to be one of his.”

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Our Headmaster is taking a short break,’ said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the window. Why it mattersI was following the Nargles. Sometimes they lead me to my shoes. I was rather hoping to find Cedric’s ghost, though. He always helped me.” Umbridge was clearly ready for them to try something when they got to her class. She was standing by the door and as soon as the door opened, she commanded them all to place their wands on her desk.