Jack The Knight

Harry Potter : The Dark Fall The Betrayal of Gryffindor Whisper: I hate him. Whisper: We have to get rid of him. Whisper: I'm sick of him attracting enemies to our house. Harry Potter walked toward the Gryffindor common room as usual, humming quietly to himself. But the moment he entered, the entire room fell silent. Everyone was staring at him. Some looked frightened. Others looked disgusted. Harry: Hmm? What is it? Is there someone behind me? Dean: No, Harry. It's just... everyone wants to leave. Harry: Leave what? Seamus: Gryffindor. Harry: What? What do you mean? I always help everyone here! Am I not your friend? Silence. Harry looked around, waiting for someone to laugh and tell him this was some terrible joke. Nobody did. Harry: Ron, mate. Come on. Say something. Ron: Harry, you're still my friend. It's just... ah... Harry: It's just what? Hermione: Everyone here has agreed that we have to kick you out. Harry: ...What? Hermione: You always attract enemies, Harry. Voldemort, Death Eaters, dangerous situations. We're tired of living in fear because of you. Harry: But... I never asked for any of this. Hermione: I know. But we're tired, Harry. Harry stared at her, unable to comprehend what he was hearing. Harry: Hermione... you're serious? Hermione lowered her eyes. Harry: Ron? Please tell me you're not agreeing with this. Ron: I'm sorry, mate. Harry: Ginny? Ginny: I'm sorry, Harry. Harry: Even you, Ginny? Ginny couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes. Dean: We're sorry, Harry. The words struck harder than any curse. These were the people he had protected. The people he had risked his life for. The people he had called his family. And now, they were looking at him as if he were the monster. Harry: I see. His voice became frighteningly quiet. Harry: Fine. I'll leave. Ron: Harry— Harry: No! Don't you dare pretend you care about me now! Everyone flinched. Harry: I've spent years protecting you! I've nearly died for you! And this is what I get in return? Nobody answered. Harry: Fine. I'll leave. And I will NEVER come back. Harry stormed out of the common room, slamming the portrait hole behind him. For once, nobody followed him. Not even Ron. Outside Hogwarts — Later That Evening Harry sat alone on a stone bench, staring blankly at the darkening sky. Harry: What the hell is going on? He clenched his fists. Harry: Is this what I get for everything I've done for them? Is this what all those sacrifices meant? His eyes began to water. Harry: Even my closest friends hate me now... He let out a bitter laugh. Harry: Yeah. Unbelievable. He lowered his head into his hands. Harry: I should've known better. Dracaena Malfoy had been walking through the courtyard when she spotted him. Dracaena: Well, well, Potter. What are you doing sitting out here with that face? You look absolutely— She stopped. Harry didn't even look up. There was no sarcastic response. No annoyed glare. No argument. He simply sat there, looking utterly broken. Dracaena: ...Harry? Harry: Go away, Malfoy. Dracaena: Excuse me? Harry: Just go away. I don't want to talk to anyone. Dracaena stepped closer. For once, she didn't have a clever insult ready. Dracaena: Harry, are you all right? Harry: No. His voice cracked. Harry: They kicked me out. Dracaena: Who did? Harry: Gryffindor. Everyone. Ron, Hermione, Ginny... all of them. Dracaena's expression changed. Dracaena: They did WHAT? Harry: They said they're tired of me attracting enemies. Apparently, I'm not worth the trouble anymore. Dracaena: Those ungrateful— Harry: Don't. Please. Dracaena stopped herself. Harry: I don't have the strength to hear another argument tonight. She watched him quietly before sitting beside him. Dracaena: Potter... look at me. Harry reluctantly raised his head. Dracaena: You know, if you want, you could join Slytherin. Harry: What?

The Slytherin Selfie Scandal Harry had been helping Dracaena study in her Slytherin dormitory when he accidentally fell asleep on her bed, completely exhausted. Dracaena stared at him. Dracaena: ...Potter? No response. Dracaena: Hehehehehe... oh, this is a GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY! She carefully climbed beside him, wrapped an arm around him, and pulled out her phone. Dracaena: One selfie with my sleeping Potter. For historical documentation, obviously! Click! She immediately sent the photo to their group chat. The caption read: Sorry, bros. He can't text back in the group chat right now. He needs his nappies. Meanwhile, Ginny opened the group chat. Ginny: Hmm? What's this? She saw the picture. Ginny: H-HARRY?! She stared at the screen, trembling. Ginny: WHY IS HE SLEEPING IN MALFOY'S BED?! Back in the Slytherin dormitory, Dracaena hugged Harry's arm and admired the photograph. Dracaena: Hehehehehe! Look at us! We look like a married couple! She paused. Dracaena: ...I MEAN, WE LOOK LIKE NORMAL FRIENDS! OBVIOUSLY! Harry stirred slightly. Harry: Mmm... Dracaena instantly froze, then blushed furiously. Dracaena: HE'S EVEN CUTE WHEN HE SLEEPS! THIS IS UNFAIR! She hugged his arm a little tighter. Dracaena: Sleep well, my Potter... Then she glanced at her phone again. Dracaena: Now... let's see how many people I can make jealous tonight. Hehehehehe! Yes in this AU I make Ginny gotta show her some love and I make the ear normal btw

Hermione Granger: Where Is My Romance?! Hermione watched from across the courtyard as Harry and Dracaena walked together, their hands intertwined. Dracaena leaned against Harry's shoulder while he gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. Hermione stared. Hermione: (Harry gets his own dramatic romance, and what about me?! Why doesn't Ron ever do that for me?! I mean, he's clumsy, stubborn, occasionally brilliant, and surprisingly sweet, but WHY AM I NOT GETTING MY ROMANTIC MOMENT?!) She spun around. Hermione: RON! Ron: Yes? Hermione stood perfectly still, staring at him with terrifying determination. Ron: ...Hello? Hermione? You summoned me. What's wrong? Hermione: (This stupid, oblivious, red-haired bastard...) Hermione: Ron. Hug me. Ron: ...Why? Hermione: DO IT, WEASLEY! Ron: BLOODY HELL! ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT! We've got another loudmouth in the group. Come here. Ron awkwardly wrapped his arms around her. Ron: There. Happy? Hermione leaned against him for approximately three seconds. Hermione: Hmm. Not enough. Ron: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NOT ENOUGH?! Hermione: Ron, follow me. We're going to create a dramatic romantic moment. Ron: ...What? Hermione: First, you walk away dramatically. Then I call your name. You turn around, look deeply into my eyes, and say something meaningful. Ron: Like what? Have you done your homework? Hermione: RONALD! Ron: WHAT?! THAT'S A MEANINGFUL QUESTION! Hermione grabbed his hand and started dragging him toward the courtyard. Hermione: Just follow my instructions! We are going to have our romantic moment TODAY! Ron: HERMIONE, I'M NOT A BLOODY ACTOR! Hermione: THEN IMPROVISE! Across the courtyard, Harry glanced over at them. Harry: ...Are Ron and Hermione arguing or flirting? Dracaena: Both, apparently. How embarrassing. She tightened her grip on Harry's hand. Dracaena: Now come along, Potter. We have a romance to continue.