Harry Potter: The Saviour's Awakening

The Ravenclaw and Gryffindor teams were mounting their brooms when Professor McGonagall came running across the pitch. She pointed her wand at her throat.

" Sonorus ! This match has been cancelled. All students are to make their way to their common rooms immediately. Your Heads of House will give you further instructions. Move as quickly as you can!" she shouted.

She then turned to Harry and said, "Potter, I think you better come with me."

Some of the students were grumbling about the match being cancelled, others looked worried. Someone shouted from the crowd, "I bet Potter has murdered someone! Don't let him go!"

"Quiet!" barked McGonagall furiously. "Twenty points from Gryffindor and another word from any of you and you'll be very sorry indeed! All of you to your common rooms, NOW!"

Harry quietly followed her inside the castle, his face impassive as always. He wondered what was going on. Had there been another attack? Were they calling the Aurors for an official investigation again? Was he going to be suspended? If he was, then there was no way he was ever coming to Hogwarts after that. He had enough of these people's foolishness.

"This may be a bit of a shock," said Professor McGonagall, looking at Harry worriedly. Harry wondered why she was looking at him that way. Her face was filled with dread and guilt. When they stepped inside the Hospital Wing, Harry's face went white as a sheet as he dropped his broomstick which fell to the floor with a clang.

Daphne Greengrass was lying on the bed, one arm extended forward, her beautiful face frozen in shock. She was petrified.

Harry was unable to move. He stood there silent, unable to breathe. Slowly, he made his way towards the bed, not able to tear his eyes away from the girl's face.

"She was found on the first floor," said Professor McGonagall softly. "She had this mirror in her hand. We're not sure why she had that mirror at all."

Harry wasn't listening to her though. He collapsed on the bed next to Daphne, unable to speak. Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey looked at each other worriedly.

"Lord and Lady Greengrass have been informed," she said. "They'll be here soon. I know it doesn't count for much, but I would like to apologise for suspecting you, Potter. I really am sorry for not believing you like everyone else."

Harry couldn't believe that Daphne had been attacked. She was the only one at school who had stood by him without a smidgen of doubt. He didn't know why he felt as though his heart was literally shattering into pieces. He had never felt so attached to anyone before, but Daphne was special. She was his best friend and also his fiancée.

Silent tears rolled down Harry's cheeks as he sat down on the bed, holding Daphne's stiff hand. He didn't utter a sound and his face was completely blank except for the tear-filled eyes which were burning in sorrow and guilt.

Professor McGonagall sighed as she walked out of the Hospital Wing. For someone who had always seen an impenetrable mask on Harry's face, it was startling to see him actually crying, even if he never uttered a sound. Her heart clenched in guilt for suspecting him. Albus had to be informed about this. But first, she had to inform the students about the new rules she had decided to implement.

Ten minutes after she left, Cyrus and Elizabeth Greengrass strolled inside the castle. When they entered the Hospital Wing, they saw their eldest daughter lying on the bed, stiff as a rock. Harry was sitting on a chair next to her, looking off into the distance. When they approached closer to them, the elder Greengrasses were startled to see the tear stains on Harry's cheeks.

"Daphne," croaked Cyrus as he placed a hand on his daughter's forehead. She was so cold. Tears pricked his eyes as he looked at the boy who was sitting still, not looking at them.

"Harry," said Elizabeth softly as she moved over to him. "Harry, please, talk to us."

But he remained still, his eyes unfocused. "I will make them pay for this," he whispered, his green eyes darkening slightly. "When I get my hands on whoever is responsible, I will make them pay!"

"Harry - Harry, calm down," said Elizabeth, rubbing his back soothingly.

He closed his eyes, trying his best to get his emotions under control. His eyes were burning with rage and hate. It may be days, weeks, months or years - but he would find out who was responsible for this and he would kill them personally. They would pay for what they did to Daphne. His grip on her hand tightened.

Lucius Malfoy was going to die by his hand only. He was a dead man walking. Harry would wait. He was nothing if not patient. Sometime in the future, when he was powerful enough to take him, he would ensure that Lucius regretted messing with Harry. The man would suffer in the most painful way possible.

No one in Hogwarts School slept well that night. They were all in a state of shock. If Daphne Greengrass, a pureblood girl from one of the oldest families in the country and a Slytherin to boot was attacked, how safe were the rest? But one thing was clear.

Harry Potter was not the one attacking the Muggle-borns. Everyone knew from just watching them how deeply Harry cared about Daphne, so it was not difficult to conclude that they had suspected the wrong person. The Heir of Slytherin was still out there, attacking the students of Hogwarts. And he didn't seem to care about purebloods either.

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