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Chapter 102: Victim's Perspective
🕑 Added 2025-04-08 11:21:55 +0000 UTC
Draco Malfoy was in a foul mood—no, calling it foul would be an understatement. He was livid.
And all because of one person. Someone he shouldn’t have had anything to do with—someone who should never have intersected with his life. But thanks to his father, Lucius Malfoy, their fates were now tangled in the worst possible way.
That person was Noah Finniel, a Ravenclaw student.
Although calling Noah an “eagle” didn’t seem quite right anymore.
In Draco’s mind, if Noah was an eagle… then what was he?
A snake still in its egg? Not yet hatched?
Draco was painfully aware of how good Noah was—so good that it made Draco seethe with jealousy.
No teacher seemed to dislike him. He excelled in every subject, calmly tackled any challenge, and always topped the exams with terrifying ease.
His brilliance made Draco curious at first—he even wanted to get to know Noah. But as a proud pure-blood noble, he refused to lower himself.
Making friends with a Muggle-born? That would be disgraceful. Unthinkable.
He was content staying distant. After all, they were strangers. Why change that?
But things took a turn for the worse in second year when his father had a heated dispute with Noah.
And Noah—this reckless, arrogant Muggle-born—had the gall to threaten Lucius Malfoy to his face!
What kind of idiot would dare to do that?
Draco couldn't understand it. Noah was clearly too self-confident, too self-righteous.
But that was his business. Draco had no intention of getting involved.
He wasn’t stupid—he knew Noah had defeated a troll once. That kind of person wasn’t someone you casually provoked.
So, Draco kept his distance, doing everything he could to avoid Noah.
And that humiliation… that feeling of avoidance... it burned inside him. For a Malfoy to be reduced to this?
Then, during a Quidditch training session, he saw her—Hermione Granger. The one always hanging around Noah.
“You filthy little Mudblood!”
The insult was venomous. Draco spat it at Hermione, as if venting all the anger he’d bottled up for so long.
But the moment the words left his mouth, he regretted it.
And when Ron Weasley retaliated with a poorly-cast curse, Draco didn’t resist. He took the hit.
It was almost funny—Ron’s spell struck true for once. A small victory in a pit of misery.
But the aftermath quickly spiraled out of control.
Kenn William, Evan Kane, and Lance thurwell—three fellow pure-bloods—stepped in. For a Muggle-born.
Their wands were drawn. Their fury was real.
Draco froze. If not for some upper-year Quidditch players stepping in, he had no doubt they would’ve hexed him on the spot.
“Have you all gone mad? She’s just a Muggle-born! A Mudblood!”
His guilt vanished in an instant, replaced by rage.
Pure-bloods, turning against him—for her?
Insanity.
But then—he saw him.
Noah.
That wretched Ravenclaw. That Muggle-born. That insufferable prodigy.
And to make things worse, Noah didn’t even hesitate. He attacked.
He singlehandedly defeated Marcus Flint—Slytherin’s Quidditch captain. A sixth-year!
Merlin’s beard… a second-year did that?
Even the Dark Lord couldn’t have done that at Draco’s age, could he?
A chilling thought crept into Draco’s mind.
Was Noah really a Muggle-born?
He knew Noah was an orphan. Everyone did. He’d grown up in a Muggle orphanage, never met his parents.
But what if… what if his parents had been powerful witches and wizards? Maybe even pure-bloods? Maybe something had happened, and he’d ended up in the Muggle world by accident?
It had to be that. It must be.
Because how else could a Muggle-born be so terrifyingly powerful? More so than any of the pure-bloods?
That idea stuck in Draco’s mind like a splinter.
And then, to top it off, Noah forced him to apologize to Hermione.
Draco tried to bury the memory. It was too humiliating.
But just when he thought things couldn’t get worse—something else happened.
The Chamber of Secrets had been opened again.
And who was there when it happened? Who had been near Filch and his petrified cat?
Noah.
Draco’s eyes widened when he heard the rumors. Maybe… maybe it was him!
Maybe Noah had opened the chamber—just like Slytherin’s heir was supposed to!
Maybe Noah wasn’t Muggle-born at all, but a secret heir of Slytherin?
Of course, it was also possible that Noah had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Framed, maybe.
But if people believed he was a Muggle-born, and he wasn’t the culprit… the real heir might come after him anyway.
Draco didn’t know how to feel. He was scared. But also… hopeful?
If Noah was the target, maybe he’d finally be taken down.
Still, when he asked his father about the Chamber, Lucius only gave vague answers.
He mentioned that fifty years ago, a student had died. A Muggle-born.
One person had been expelled, but he wouldn’t say who.
Draco didn’t care. If Noah wasn’t the heir, and was really just a Muggle-born, then maybe the creature would deal with him.
But if he was the heir? If he truly held that power?
Then the rest of them—including Draco—might be in trouble.
Two weeks later, all hope vanished.
Draco heard whispers that Noah had dueled Professor Snape… and it was a draw!
Noah and Snape didn’t talk about it. But the shockwave from their spells had sent students flying across the room. Gilderoy Lockhart had to be hospitalized!
Draco knew Snape hadn’t gone easy. His casting had been sharp, fast, serious—nothing like the way he toyed with Lockhart.
What kind of power was this?!
Could someone like Noah really lose to a creature in the Chamber?
Doubtful.
And then there was Hermione.
Draco had always dismissed her. But after seeing her duel?
It was clear she had terrifying magical ability.
Noah’s group of nine? Unbelievably strong.
Draco had wanted to take revenge on Harry Potter after losing in Quidditch. But after seeing Harry take down a group of students without breaking a sweat?
He turned his attention to Hermione.
And the result?
He didn’t want to talk about it.
She wiped the floor with him. Knocked him down with one spell.
He, Draco Malfoy—a proud pure-blood—humiliated by a Muggle-born.
And the worst part? He remembered what Hermione had once said, something he’d always laughed off:
"I’ll prove Muggle-borns can be better than pure-bloods."
She had.
And he had been the example.
“Bloody hell! What is happening?!”
Draco wanted to scream. The world felt upside down.
Even the other pure-bloods in Slytherin seemed drawn to Noah’s ideals. Half-bloods adored him.
He even heard that Katniss Lopez was close to Kenn now!
Had he been wrong this whole time?
Had his family been wrong?
No… no, that couldn’t be.
But the doubts had taken root.
“I have to find out how they did it,” Draco muttered. “Even if I get beaten again…”
His pride was shattered—but his curiosity burned brighter than ever.
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