Draco Malfoy smirked.
'Back at Hogwarts, Potter'.
'Yes, Draco. I suppose you know that the Dementors are here'.
'I saw them'.
'Weren't you scared?', Draco asked him.
'No', Harry answered.
Next to him was Goyle and Crabbe.
'See you in the dungeon for Potions', Draco said.
Harry sighed, and knew that something was wrong.
*
Professor Severus Snape stared at the witches, and wizards.
'It is time for all of you to learn about potions that kill. There is Devil's Breath. Inhaling, or drinking it, will be the end of you-forever. Others, like Harry Potter, seem to be beyond all help; others like Ronald Weasley, aren't good at magic, unless he wants to damage things like Neville Longbottom. This year, the Dementors are around because they're after Sirius Black. I want complete concentration. To ignore everything will cost you dearly'.
'Professor, why aren't you the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?', Draco asked him.
'If Slytherin House was winning Malfoy, I will be making sure all of my students know what happens in our World. Sadly, Harry Potter goes off to Professor Dumbledore every time there's problems. Don't worry, Malfoy...and all of you...if Potter does fail, he'll be expelled', the Professor answered.
The bell rang, and the class was over.
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