Everyone flinched at his tone, while some backed away from him. Where was the amiable apprentice they'd been watching for the past few weeks?
Stamro tried to back up but he was already against a cold wall. He was cradling his arm as it or the shoulder or both had been injured.
"Mr. Potter!" McGonagall shouted.
Harry gave her an icy look while trying to keep his magical suppresser from cracking. It wouldn't look good, if he exploded with magic and stunned everyone in the hallway.
She faulted but regained her composure.
"Mr. Potter, 50 points from Hufflepuff, detention tonight for attacking a student and watch your language!" she shouted at him.
Harry closed his eyes and mentally began playing alpha images through his mind to get him thinking about anything other than wiping the floor with the bigot. A few seconds later his breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes.
Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had come down the hall to see what the disturbance was. "My apologies, Professor. I allowed my temper to wrest control of the situation instead of my intellect. I abide by your decision. However, are you not going to deduct points from the other houses as well? These morons were all part of the plan to accost me and my friends," Harry asked calmly.
Harry really didn't care about the points he'd lost, even though he knew he'd have to make it up to Professor Sprout. It wasn't her fault he'd lost his temper.
She gave him firm look and then looked at the situation. "Mr. Stamro, 50 points from Gryffindor and detention. Mssrs Dexterz, Walker, Yvins and Xenifer, and Miss Doolittle and Miss Forrestgreen: 10 points from each of your houses and detention. And all of you are to write apology notes to Miss Granger, Miss Patil and Miss Brown," Professor McGonagall said calmly while Flitwick conjured a stretcher for Stamro. Harry could tell the diminutive professor applauded his defending of other students.
"Thank you professor. Your objectivity is refreshing and I appreciate it. I will be a few minutes late as I doubt you wish me to attend class given my mood. allow me 20 and I'll be there." With that, Harry turned and quickly strode away from all the students, intent on finding an empty classroom where he could meditate for a few minutes to slide the foul tasting adrenaline rush out of his system.
As quick as he walked, he never noticed that Hermione had rushed off after him after seeing the rage still in his eyes. She'd seen that same look in her father's eye when he'd decided to change the spark plugs on his car. The same look when her mother and she had taken him to the emergency room later on for breaking his fingers trying to get the plugs out. The biggest difference between the two, Hermione knew, was that Harry was adept at magic while her father should never be allowed to work on a car again, possibly never even drive one if she had her way with it.
Harry entered a room and Hermione came in immediately after him. "Harry! You shouldn't have attacked him like that. In front of a Professor too! You're lucky you weren't expelled. And all for a bad word?"
"Hermione, he called my mother a mudblood. If I hadn't done anything, he'd have started calling you the same. It's a slur, Hermione, you know that. And he wasn't the only one there thinking that. All of them were. And all of them wanted to slap me around and once they finished with me, they'd start in on you. They were nothing more than common bullies. You remember what I told you about how pureblood's think of muggleborns?" Seeing her nod, Harry continued.
"Purebloods like Stamro, Forrestgreen and Walker disgrace the name of wizardry, one day… in a thousand years - maybe even less, the Purebloods will be extinct. They are dying every day. At the moment, they're marrying their distant cousins. Soon enough, they'll be marrying their brothers or sisters. You know what happens the same as I do: birth defects, and the stagnation of magic. They don't understand how life works here in the world. As for defending you, you're my best friend. No one insults my best friend. I mean it. No one messes with my friends and gets away with it. If anyone does something like that again, tell me, okay Hermione?" Harry asked.
Hermione nodded. She was so shocked. Her friend Harry called her his best friend and the way Harry acted… he was fiercely loyal to his friends. She realized that if she somehow broke that trust at any time, it would be hard to gain it back. She was impressed with his devotion to her.
Harry smiled. Then suddenly heard some clapping. Instinctively, Harry spun around, wand out of his holster ready for combat. Looking at the position of the clapping sound, he noticed it was Dumbledore.
"Ah, you have loyalty that no one can compete, Mr. Potter: 20 points to Hufflepuff for excellent explanation of the discrimination of muggleborns and loyalty to a friend," Dumbledore replied with his eyes twinkling.
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