Harry Potter: Shadows of Tomorrow

Draco was deep in thought, could Potter really be as strong as Snape says he is. He does do everything with ease, Draco still remembers his jump at the sorting and everyone heard the story about how he got past those traps and dealt with that possessed Professor. Maybe there's some truth to it, Draco snuck a look and saw Harry leaning back and looking at the Weaslet, Potter was laughing but he also looked like a devoted dog with how much he was smiling.

No way Potter was as strong as Snape said, everyone knows Potter's the teachers favourite, they probably just said that to keep him happy because he was too much of a wimp to do something. No way Potter was that strong, nobody could be more powerful than the dark lord, nobody! Especially not a twelve year old arrogant half-blood who lets an eleven year old blood traitor tell him what to do, Malfoy would probably have to check at some point. His father would definitely like to know what Potter could do, and if he embarrasses Potter than that's just a bonus.

With one minute left for the class, the students got up and got ready to leave. Harry and Ginny were out like a bullet from a shotgun, apparently Professor McGonagall wanted to see them. They had hoped that if things go quickly then they could send a letter to Sirius and start planning their next prank. They entered the class room to find it void of all life, except for the stern witch that was sitting at the desk who was grumbling until the two came in. Her thin lips transformed into a smile when the two stopped at her desk

"I can assume that none of the students have bothered you" After receiving two confirmative nods she continued "I'm afraid I have good news, bad news and additional bad news. The good news is the school is forming a duelling club, the bad news is it's run by Lockhart and the additional bad news is you have to attend Mr Potter"

"What? Why?"

"Something to do with a lack of effort in his class" McGonagall waited for his reply, if Potter wasn't putting in effort then it was probably for a good reason

"I'm sorry Professor but in your classes you at least attempt to teach us something relevant to the subject. Lockhart has us do quizzes on him, asking questions like what he uses in his hair. Regrettably I know the answers from reading his book but that is one test I don't care if I pass, the closest thing he ever did to teaching us was in our first lesson when he brought in those pixies and they started wrecking the class. At that point he ran and left me, Gin, Hermione and Ron to deal with them"

"And what did you do?" McGonagall asked

"We just copied our teacher and left the room" Ginny smiled innocently "we figured that if Hermione and Ron were such good students then they could deal with it, if not then the 'brilliant' Professor could help them."

"Yeah" Harry smiled "all our lessons from then were just acting out things from his books, which I am convinced he never did in the first place, so he's basically making me go because I refused to play a werewolf in front of the class"

"I'll have to talk to Dumbledore about this" McGonagall frowned "however until I can take action I am afraid you will have to participate in it tomorrow and I can only assume that means Miss Weasley will also participate, there will be a notice up in the common rooms. Fortunately for you Professor Snape will assist the duelling club tomorrow and he shall do his best to keep you out of trouble. Good luck Potter and Miss Weasley and please try not to injure anybody" The look the two shared was not missed.

"We'll try" Ginny spoke in a sweet voice before the two left

'I'll probably have to tell Madam Pomfrey to expect company' McGonagall thought 'Maybe she could make some money and bet which students end up there, her money was on Malfoy, Ronald and Miss Granger. They were too stupid to stay away for too long.'

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