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The school year started in a more unusual way than usual. At first Malfoy had ignored him, walking past him as if he wasn't even there.
"Maybe he's possessed", was Ron's brilliant idea, for which he'd received a slap on the head from Hermione.
Then, every time his gaze made its way to him, Malfoy was always alone with a book in his hand, or reading, HE, READING, Harry had never seen him read outside of classes, but it was plausible, after all , Malfoy had risen considerably when it came to earning points or having information, surpassing even Hermione.
Then there was the matter of the TriWizard tournament, a potentially fatal tournament that Harry, despite being only 14, was forced to take part in, and all his peers hated him for it, believing he was trying to steal Cedric Drigory's fame , the original Hogwarts champion. Which was stupid, but there wasn't much he could do now.
Because somehow his participation was just a trap (he had to expect that), and at the moment he was waiting for Voldemort to finish his speech to his followers, trying to ignore his friend's slowly cooling lifeless body, standing two steps away from Harry himself.
He was clenching his fists so hard they were bleeding, his head was filled with horrible buzzing and strange sounds, he hadn't even noticed Voldemort turned towards him with his wand raised until he felt incredible pain shoot through his body. Every muscle was struggling painfully, trying to escape this torment, in the background there was a pained cry, a familiar one, his? Harry hadn't even realized that he had started to shout out in pain.
The next few minutes had been like a blur, arriving back at Hogwarts, discovering Professor Mody was a Death Eater, all covered by one thing: memories.
The moment the cruciatus curse was lifted from him, Harry was flooded with a flood of memories, they made their way through his brain like they belonged here. The memories seemed his own, but at the same time, he didn't remember experiencing them.
At the end of the day, Harry was still himself, but he was also Portgas D Ace, a pirate, a son, and a brother.
The revelation was so great that he needed a little time to calm down, so when all the roommates were asleep he had slipped out of the dorm to clear his mind, and unluckily for him, of course he couldn't be there without meeting anyone.
Malfoy was also in the halls, looking indifferent to the people around him. But something was different… Harry hadn't given much importance to the way Malfoy looked, even if the fact that he had ditched the hair gel this year was surprising, but now… his tousled hair, the way Malfoy walks, like a predator , light and nimble, the desire to know, and that look, Ace would recognize that look from anywhere.
"SABO?!"