"You weren't the ladies I was talking to," Harry deadpanned.
"I bet you think you're all smart and everything since you're an apprentice," a Ravenclaw Harry later learned was Dominic Yvins said.
"I do, thank you," Harry replied simply. Hey, if they wanted to compliment him, he was all for it.
"That's not what I meant, firstie!"
"Too bad. That's how I took it. Next!"
"I bet you think you know everything, huh?" Gryffindor's Chester Xenifer accused.
"I do, thank you."
"I don't like smart-mouths," Gryffindor's Jonathan Stamro sneered. Harry actually did know this guy: he was a pain that thought the world revolved around him.
"You must hate yourself then."
"You're nothing, Potter," Johnny continued. "I don't know how you befuddled the sorting hat, but we're going to show you as the nothing that you are. After all, you're not even a pureblood! You're nothing more than a halfie by way of your mudblood mother!"
Harry's blood began to run cold. No one, absolutely NO ONE talked about his family that way. "Watch it, Stamro. You're on thin ice."
"Hey, guys, it looks like we finally got a reaction from Mr. Apprentice. And all because we mentioned his mudblood mother. What's wrong, firstie, mudblood got your tongue?"
Harry's temper, slow as it was sometimes to surge, was now racing through his body. For someone who had never had a family before to suddenly have a family, it wasn't uncommon for them to defend what they now had. "Shut your trap, Stamro. Last chance."
"Last chance to show you what a worthless firstie you are? I don't think so, son of a mudblood. You're just as big a waste as your mudblood mother was…"
Harry was tired of making allowances and listening to this pure blood motif and decided the best defense was a quick and decisive offense. Besides, Johnny's impromptu speech really got Harry's blood boiling. With his friends behind him near the other 5th years blocking their retreat, Harry could realistically only concentrate on the four uppers ahead of him. Saul Dexterz of Hufflepuff stood next to Stamro, and the other two were behind them on either side.
Harry rushed forward the couple feet to Stamro and jabbed him in the solar plexus, knocking the comment out of his mouth. As Stamro began to gasp for another breath, Harry concentrated on Dexterz. The upper had a look of shock as Harry grabbed him by his left shoulder and roughly pushed him into Yvins, and both of them whacked the wall their heads knocking together with a dull thwack. It wasn't enough to incapacitate either of them, but it gave Harry a couple more seconds as he then rushed back to manhandle Xenifer into the other wall, his head thwacking off the stone barrier.
Stamro had gotten his breath back and pulled his wand. The other three uppers behind Harry cheered on their Johnny to show the upstart firstie a lesson.
Harry wasn't about to give him a chance. Now that he'd gotten rid of any refuse that could slow Stamro's progress, Harry's attention again focused on the idiot in charge.
"Fernuc…" Stamro began.
But Harry quickly cut him off with an even quicker, "Expelliarmus!" Of course it probably didn't help that Harry was in the middle of an uppercut when he said it. Interestingly enough, Harry's uppercut never physically touched the other student, but the action and the spell combined (as Harry had intended it to) to send Stamro further down the hall than a simple spell would normally have done.
The corridor was nearly 15 meters long and Stamro came to a rest at the next intersection, his shoulder taking the brunt of the impact and more than likely either popping the arm out of its socket, or breaking a bone or two. All of the students in the hall were a little shocked at the brutality of the spell, and didn't stop Harry as he began walking towards the moaning Stamro who had shifted his gaze to see the fuming first year coming towards him.
" Don't you dare call my mother a mudblood, Stamro!" Harry said in a cold menacing voice that would have made Voldemort proud. "I don't give a damn if you're a pureblood, muggleborn, or half-blood: we're all the same. We have magical power and we are who we are. You want to know something? Our blood means nothing to our strengths. I don't judge people of who they are from appearance like houses or blood. If you're a Slytherin, you're a Slytherin, if you're a muggleborn, you're a muggleborn. Live with it!
" You want to compare abilities? My father is an Auror Captain in the Magical Law Enforcement! What does yours do? Mine's an elite Auror, second in ability next to the legendary former-Auror, Alastor Mad-Eye Moody. My mother also worked for the ministry at one time as an Unspeakable! They only look for ability and don't give a damn about blood! Got it you bloody stuck up spoiled brat? So don't screw with me Stamro! This is your only warning. If you try to bully me or any of my friends for that matter with your stupid blood comments, I'm going to really beat the crap out of you! Not the little love tap you just got. Got it? Good!"
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