4

Our next subject was DADA, which I was obviously going to joke around in. However I found myself increasingly annoyed by Professor 'Quirrellmorts' (I almost got put into Ravenclaw, and I was raised by a Death Eater, I'm not stupid) stutter. So I raised my hand and said without waiting to be called on, "Professor, my guy, I cannot learn anything with that annoying stutter. I personally believe even He-who-got-destroyed-by-a-baby could teach Defense better." The look on his face was amusing, so I decided to continue, "So could you, like, get it together so we have a chance to fight against He-who-has-no-nose's Death Eaters?"

Literally everyone in class was staring at me with a mix of shock, horror, and admiration. It was an odd mix, but it was also understandable considering the words that had just flown from my mouth.

I knew I could push further, so I did just that. "Afterall, it's not like you want us to die, right, Professor?" I smiled, pleased at the results my words had caused. I may have had just a touch of sadism in my blood, but I blamed that on my father, obviously. Ok, maybe I have some Black madness in me as well. Not my fault though. However, something tells me I may have made a mistake. Oh well, I guess I'll deal with it later.

"O-of course n-not! W-what are you suggesting Mr. Malfoy," he stammered.

I gave him an unamused look. "I was only asking Professor, isn't the point of learning asking questions? Maybe I should just ask a 7th year for DADA help."

His eyes flashed red, which might I add was not a smart move for him.

I only smiled and stopped talking. Maybe I had more sadism in me than I had realized. Ah, I could only hope that said sadism didn't grow out of control. Merlin knows I didn't want to become the second-coming of my Aunt Bellatrix. "Anyway, shouldn't we start learning now?" I asked, faking innocence in a way even my father would've been proud of.

However, Harry was confused, which I understand, One second, I was a fellow friendly Gryffindor, the next, I was cold and quick to the point like a Slytherin.

-Another rare time skip brought to you by Dark trying to escape practice-

Getting a letter from my father telling me to watch my mouth in DADA was certainly something I didn't expect. Especially because it said, 'We don't need you to be crucio'ed to insanity and end up like Bellatrix.'

That was basically him telling me he cared about me. He never cared about me. Even when I was younger he would ignore me, which is probably why I ended up not in Slytherin.

Suspicion filled my mind as I tried figuring out what my father's angle was.

Perhaps he cared more about his own reputation than he did my safety. It also said we, which would imply that he was writing for more than one person. Maybe my mother had once again advocated for me, which was logical. It would also fall in line with my father fearing for his reputation rather than showing an ounce of love toward me.

In either case, I decided to move on from the letter, having more important things to do than blindly panic over how my father was acting out of character, like how I'm going to explain to Harry why I acted as I did. That was much more important at the time. But first, I have to find Harry to explain, which was quite easy, considering how he just walked into the common room.

"Hey Harry! Can I talk to you?" I asked.

Harry hesitated then nodded.

"Great, so, uh, with what happened in DADA, I can't tell you everything, but, uh, don't trust Professor Quirrell ok? That's all I can say without causing panic," I rambled, completely forgetting what I was going to explain.

"Fenrir, chill out please?" Harry tried to say calmly, but his voice was laced with confusion. He was painfully oblivious to the fact Quirrellmorts would likely try and kill him by the end of the year. Which did the opposite of calming me down. But it was a good try for him anyway.

"How can I chill out Harry, when you are so painfully oblivious to the obvious?" I shot back.

He, of course, didn't understand what I meant by that.

"Harry James Potter, I swear you're an idiot." I sighed.

Maybe he'll finally get the hint, or he'll just find out the dangerous way like the bloody idiot he is. The sad part? I know he's going to find out the dangerous way.

I took a moment of silence for my slowly slipping away sanity, which was probably scaring him, and yep, it was. "Er, so, Harry. I was mourning the loss of my sanity," I awkwardly explained.

He looked like he didn't get it. Of course, he didn't.

"Nevermind, just, don't die during your school years eh?" I joked.

"Er ok?" He agreed, confused.

This poor soul was not going to survive Hogwarts without any help.