Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

Draco had stopped trembling and started to glare once more, "My father will hear about this…"

"And you'll tell him what? That you called someone's mother a Mudblood in the middle of the common room and that he asked you not to do it again after taking your wand from you and giving it back without using any magic. Good luck with that."

Harry didn't even wait for an answer and just grabbed a bag and went to the bedroom. After all, that book wasn't going to read itself.

When Harry woke up, having recollected what happened the day before. He really shouldn't have terrified the Malfoy boy this much. The blonde was nothing more than a spoilt brat, that had never been denied or reprimanded in his life. For some reason, the boy just didn't understand that insulting people in public was just a bad idea. Although, the boy did reveal his status as a Half-Blood, not that it mattered, really; most of Slytherin was made up of half-bloods.

Purebloods really were a dying breed, if they ever were a breed in the first place. The ministry's definition of a Pureblood was also very weird. While normally, a pureblood is a wizard or witch whose great-great-grandparents are all wizards and witches.

And yet, for some reason, old families like the Malfoys seemed insistent on not introducing a drop of Muggle blood in their families and only considered a wizard or witch as a pureblood if there they didn't have a drop of muggle blood in at least ten generations, which was frankly absurd.

With that in mind, marriage to half-bloods and the odd muggleborn are somewhat common. Honestly, normal people do not care about that, since the number of Purebloods was so slim. Less than a tenth of the population could be considered to be Purebloods.

Similarly, muggleborns were also quite rare. No one knew where they came from, or why they develop their magic, but barely three or four students are Muggleborn every year. Everything in between was considered a half-blood which was a very large pool of the population.

While Slytherin boasted that it didn't have any Muggleborn students, half-bloods were so common that they couldn't be discriminated against, and the fact that they are raised in the magical world seemed to calm them. Even the child of a muggleborn and a muggle was technically a half-blood and was considered part of the magical world from birth.

Now, if Malfoy knew that Harry grew up in the muggle world, things could have ended differently. But all the boy did was loudly insult his mother in the middle of the common room. Oh, Harry was angry, that's for sure and wanted to punch the boy in the face. Even if he wasn't enraged by the boy insulting his mother, he would have done something similar because it was a bad idea to roll over and let Malfoy walk over him. The boy would have tried to stretch the line – as all spoilt children did – slowly getting more daring each time. And Harry needed to nip that in the bud to have a peaceful year, even if he had gained the blonde's enmity for it.

Which really didn't matter to him. Harry had no intention of befriending the boy, and Malfoy probably had no intention of being civil to him.

Still, when Harry went to the common room and started reading one of his OWL books. OWLs included all of the critical elements in all the previous years of magical education, which practically made the books into some kind of student notes for every magical discipline. And they weren't even written with children in mind, which was Harry's biggest issue with his schoolbooks.

Considering that he had potions and herbology as his classes for the day, Harry chose to read the potions book. The first-year schoolbook was nothing more than recipes of potions, which wasn't what he was looking for. Luckily, summaries of the common ingredients in potions and interactions between them were in the OWL book.

Harry was so absorbed in his book that he didn't notice Blaise sitting next to him, "We're going to get our breakfast, do you want to join us?"

Harry looked up and saw him standing next to two girls, a blond girl with blue eyes that he recognized as Daphne Greengrass and a black-haired girl with round glasses and hazel eyes that he recognized as. Tracy Davis. The two girls were looking slightly nervous. Harry nodded, "Sure, let me just pack up my stuff."

Harry put a bookmark in his book and put it in his bag. He then grabbed it and joined the other Slytherins to make their way to the Great Hall. While they were walking, Greengrass asked, "Say, Harry, where did you get your school bag?"

"Just a small shop in Diagon Alley. It was recommended to me by the Trunk shop when I asked if they had any expanded school bags with featherweight enchantments. They just pointed me to a store that sold them. They're very practical and I leave all my books inside if I need them."

Davis glared at him, "Lucky you. I think I'll ask my mum to get me one. Walking up and down so many steps with heavy bags is so tedious."

Blaise chuckled, "I told you before, Tracy, that you don't need to bring every book with you to class."

"Hey, I don't bring every book with me!"

Daphne chuckled, "You do because you're scared of losing them like you did all your old toys."

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