Harry Potter: Return From Future

"It seems that they had nothing left to do for you, Harry Potter," an expressionless voice of the girl was heard as it echoed in the small compartment. "They alone had their fun."

"Harry," Hermione again said in a panicked voice.

Harry, on the other hand, chuckled on the lady's harsh words.

"Why do you assume I am here for some fun?" Harry questioned.

The girl turned her head, her icy blue eyes staring right at Harry.

"Are you not?" She questioned; her voice was laced with venom.

Harry picked his wand which had been placed in his robes pocket and gave it a wave.

All the things which had been scattered, moved and arranged themselves neatly and precisely in the trunk. The trunk then shut itself and was levitated on the upper berth.

Not only this, the dishevelled robes of the girl also were tidied. The tears were repaired and the scratches and creases were also smoothened. The magic also worked on her hair and they were also perfectly aligned.

Witnessing all this, an expression of shock appeared on the lady's face. Whether it was due to the intricate piece of magic shown by Hogwarts or because of Harry's gesture, only she knew.

"Take a seat, Hermione," Harry said as he himself sat next to the window; in front of the girl.

Hermione showed a bit of hesitation but ultimately trusted Harry and sat down.

"No, Miss. Greengrass," Harry answered the question, the lady had asked few moments earlier. "I am not here to have fun… certainly not in the way you were assuming."

The girl was none other than- Daphne Greengrass. The arrogant, rude, conceited and egoistic ice princess of Slytherin.

"Then what are you here for?" Daphne asked coldly. Although her voice was not venomous, the coldness… the resentment was still there.

"To make fun of my house… mock me? Call me evil?" She spat in anger.

"My image definitely precedes me," said Harry with a mock laugh. Even so, he could not blame anyone other than himself if people had a 'assumption' that Harry hated Slytherin.

Technically, influenced by Ron and the other few people, Harry had hated them in his past life… for a long time even after passing out from Hogwarts. Only when he started to learn the truth, did reality struck him. Harry realised that how much opinionated… judgemental he had been in considering every Slytherin as evil and follower of Voldemort.

"Should it not?" Daphne fired back.

"Four years of Hogwarts, you," she continued with a glare towards Hermione, "and your friends have done nothing other than creating chaos and hating Slytherins."

An expression of embarrassment flashed across Hermione's eyes while Harry only smiled in amusement.

"Well," Harry said. "I won't deny that, a lot of you bunch are really hateful."

Daphne snorted but even she could not refute the truth. Almost 90 percentage of Slytherin were hateful… disgusting… evil.

Harry continued, "After all, the condition you were in prove my words and if had some pre conceived notion to be true."

The expression on Daphne's face turned fierce. She glared angrily… with fury at Harry for few moments.

"Do not comment on what you do not know," she said; the venom was back in her voice.

It was at that moment that Hermione opened her mouth, "Harry, what had happened her?"

"Why would someone do that to her?" She asked with a visible concern on her voice.

Daphne's anger flared at this and was about to berate Hermione… berate her for living in an imaginary world of goodness and light… berate her for living so distant away from truth.

But before she could speak, the gate of the compartment was opened again and 3 boys…probably 7th year Slytherin. Harry did not know their name and neither did he care.

Their eyes were set straight for Daphne but an expression of surprise flashed through their eyes as they witnessed two more occupants in the compartment.

"Is it not Harry Potter?" sneered the one in the middle; probably the leader of their group.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned.

The man did not wait for Harry to make any response. He turned towards Hermione.

"And look," he laughed, "accompanying the boy who lived, is his mud blood friend."

The Slytherin barely had time to register when Harry stood up and, in a moment, took hold of the back of his head. But Harry did not stop here, as he applied forced and bashed the Slytherin's head in the compartment wall.

The compartment wall, though made of hardwood caved in from the impact and the man's head was obviously cracked. He screamed in pain and the blood rushed out from the crack and smeared all his face.

Meanwhile, Hermione and Daphne both yelped in fright at Harry's sudden action.

Hermione being the closer one led out a sharp scream, "Harry…"

The other two lackeys of the man stumbled back in fear as they fumbled to take out their wands.

Harry remained eerily calm… as if he had not been the one who had just smashed a man's head.

"Want me to break your heads too?" Harry questioned with a smile.

By the time, he had finished his question, the lackey duo had taken out their wand and were pointing it in Harry's face. But their hands were trembling and face was full of fear.

On the other hand, the Slytherin whose head had been bashed was on his knees and was whimpering in pain.

Harry smirked, "Looks like, I used a bit much force."

"Hopefully, he does not die of blood loos," Harry said and the two lackeys' attention was brought to this matter.

They immediately bent down and tried to drag the man away from the compartment for some first aid.

Due to loud sound and the screams, a small crowd had already gathered at the compartment.

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