Fou's Snippet Book

"Um.... Excuse me?" Daphne stopped, her head turned slightly, and there stood the Famous Harry Potter, with books written about him that were clearly fictitious. She raised a brow, setting her cutlery down, and picked up a napkin to dab at her lips. The rest of her table stopped their conversations and continued to eat, even as most of the younger years clearly rubber necked the coming conversation more obviously then the older years,

She was used to this by now, over the past year or so, he would seek her out after class with questions about the classes themselves. Always with a fresh new perspective, and if she dared say, just a bit closer to friend than acquaintance than others. She was willing to talk to the boy when he wasn't surrounded by the dimwitted boy and the know-it-all girl he was usually around.

"Yes?" She asked, fully turning to him and giving her full attention. His body language conveyed his nervousness, hands gripping the hem of his uniform and the shuffling feet. "Ah, Um, Uh." He stuttered trying to find his words as he slouched further into himself, meek and weak, perfect prey for any snake to take. "I was hoping... to sit and ask... some questions about the Wizarding World." She looked him up and down, her gaze piercing, closed off and clearly unnerving to the boy.

"Very well, this seat is open." She gestured to her right, the seat in front of the boy. He quickly sat down and rummaged into his robes. "I-I was hoping to learn more about the new world I find myself in..." A notepad and quill quickly found its way into his bandaged hands, something that she noted the boy to wear often was clean bandages wrapped around his arms, legs and neck. "I've only just been introduced to the Wizarding World last year, you see." She was glad, that Malfoy seemed more distracted in the book his father brought him.

"Just last year, you say?" Their conversation was low, but the way that everyone else stopped eating told her more than glancing would. "Ye-yes." He gulped, his hand twirling his quill around his fingers. "I-I grew up away from it all, with some muggles..." He stopped himself saying more, a whole body flinch, as if the mere thought of them terrified him with the way he subtly shook. "That's different from what the world was told." She hid her mouth as she spoke, surprise clear in her voice, despite the unchanging facial features.

"Oh... W-well, um, could you tell me what it's like from a-a Pureb-b-blood's perspective?" Her asked, the quill now held firmly in a steady hand, ready to write with the precision of someone who has many hours of practice in tailoring. "I'm not sure how to tell you." It was an even response, even as he further sunk into himself. "O-o-oh." He seemed dejected, perhaps she could-*CLAP* A heavy dull clap of a book being slammed shut rung out, getting all the attention on Malfoy as he stood and walked over, a sneer on his lips as he looked down his nose onto the meek Potter who curled even further into himself.

"What are you doing here, Pottah? There is no place for filthy half-blood like you at this table." His voice high and whiny was just as annoying as she remembered. "O-o-oh, I, Uh, I just wanted to ask Miss Greengrass some questions." His hands held firm and unmoving, even as the rest of his body language was that of pure nervousness.

"And so you thought you could waste the time of an Heiress with silly questions you should already know about?" He was talking down now, even as her eyes turned to bore him with annoyance at his interruption. "I-I-I don't think I would know-" Potter was interrupted once again, Malfoy opening his book and then slamming it shut right in front of Harry's face, causing him to flinch slightly. "Know what? Your Place? Your station in the hierarchy of our world?"

"I'm sorry Malfoy, but where were you taught manners?" Harry's face took on an unexpected determination on the previously nervous boy, his body relaxing as the quill started to twirl once more. Daphne's brows raised as he crossed his legs and leaned back on the table, his notepad finding its way back into his robes. "I doubt your mother taught you these, I had asked Miss Greengrass if I could pick her mind about some things and was then allowed to sit here. I'm sure the numerous people sitting close can attest to that, so in what barn did you learn how polite conversation was supposed to be conducted."

With each word, Malfoy leaned slightly back in recoil, his mouth open agape like a fish out of water. "Potter. 10 points from Gryffindor, return to your own table." He was just loud enough to let his voice carry across the hall, but not enough to be yelling. "Why? There is no rule saying that houses cannot sit with each other? And I had asked if I could sit here first." His head titled, he leaned on the table, resting his cheek on his hand as he looked down at the glaring Snape,

"Just as arrogant as your father, 10 more points from Gryffindor and a week's worth of detention." Harry stood up, his body now full of confidence as he uncurled from himself, back straight and head held high. He strolled up to the long table all the teachers sat at. He stopped directly in front of Snape himself. "What is it with my father and you?" He asked, his green eyes staring directly into Snapes own, "From day one, you've had it out for me, why?" Snape snorted, "You're just as arrogant and pampered as the prat himself!" The hall was silent, a pin could be heard if dropped. "I'M TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT!" His hands slammed on the table, the food jumped in surprised as the rest of the student body looked on in wonder.

"Was my Father arrogant? I wouldn't even know, he's been dead for more than 10 years, Sir. What did he do to you? Was he a bully? Did he push you around or something!?" Little to everyone but Snape, Harry's eyes started to slowly transform into reptile like slit pupils. "You call me arrogant and pampered, I am anything but! I am studious, I am quiet, I'm a wall flower who's had his trust in authority repeatedly beat on the head with a cricket ball bat like they're a drunk step-dads redheaded stepchild!" He swiped the food off the table, his voice growing louder and louder, and all anyone could do was watch as he erupted.

"I grew up with my aunt Petunia, who was obsessed with being fucking Normal! Break my arm one day for a bit of accidental magic, I came out of the cupboard under the stairs the next with it healed, and they break it again! ANYTHING THEY CONSIDERED FREAKY AND NOT NORMAL GOT ME BEAT, STARVED, ABUSED AND SHOVED INTO A TINY CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS WITH A BROKEN AND BLOODY BODY!" His hand slammed onto the mahogany table, a crack forming in it from the force of his fist hitting it. "FORCED TO COOK FEASTS FOR A FAMILY OF THREE AND, AND STAND BY WHILE THEY EAT IT ALL AND ONLY LEAVE YOU FUCKING SCRAPS THAT NEVER SATISFIED THE HOLE IN YOUR STOMACH." Snape stood to his full height, looming over the student.

"Lies, all of it, you're just a pampered spoiled brat looking for attention that's lashing out!" He was clam, even as he raised his voice. But her didn't expect the fist that impacted his cheek, throwing him back into his chair. Black wispy clouds of dense magic started to coalesce around the boy's frame. "EXPECT IT ISN'T IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH AND I'M TIRED, I'M BROKEN, BEATEN, AND I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS BULLSHITTTT!" He screamed, his magic lashing out around him and breaking the table. Students started to rush out, screaming as his magic lashed out more and knocked away Dumbledore, his wand flying out of his hand, landing near Harry's foot.

"I'M NOT MY FATHER, I'M NOT MY MOTHER, I'M ME! I'M JUST A BOY, WHO WANTS TO BE LOVED AND HELD CLOSE, NOT SLAMMED ON THE HEAD WITH TEXT BOOKS, WITH A JEALOUS GIT OF AN IDIOT ENVYING YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DON'T AND DO HAVE!" Tear streamed down his face as he fell to his knees, hugging himself as the magic seemed to calm down. "I'VE RISKED MY LIFE IN NEAR DEATH SCENARIOS FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS, AND HAVE BEEN ON THE BRINK OF DEATH FROM STARVATION-" it was only the Calm Daphne Greengrass that approached the boy, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder and getting him to jolt away.

She was clearly nervous, but she still acted, unlike the rest of the staff that were standing in a semicircle away from the body and actively protecting their students. "It's okay, let it out." Her words were low and soft, as she enveloped him in a hug, his arms gently grasped onto her, but scrunched her clothes, but he let out the most gut-wrenching scream any in the school had heard, it reverberated through the halls and haunted the running students that night.