Racism At Its Worst

~~~(POV: Alexander Aevum)~~~

~~~(Location: Outside The Grand Hall)~~~

~~~(Date: September 2nd, 1991)~~~

~~~(Time: 4:40 PM)~~~

Now that I know how to get into the restricted section, nothing stops me from progressing. I'll have to ensure when I get in or attempt to, no one is around to see.

"You filthy little mudblood! I don't know why Hogwarts wastes time with anyone like you!"

I hear a voice laced with disgust and discrimination. It's coming from around the corner up ahead. I slowly walk past the corner, and my curiosity kicks in. I see a blonde-haired kid and his entourage ganging up on Granger.

Granger's on the verge of tears. She's a housemate and a fellow knowledge lover. The boy causing her distress is Draco Malfoy, of the Malfoy family. Quite the blood purist family.

"You demean all magical blood and corrupt it with your very presence. You should all be removed from Hogwarts and the magical world."

She's trying to muster up some courage. I can see it. However, there are just too many of them. The overwhelming numbers are making it hard to be courageous.

This is plain wrong and cruel. She's an innocent 11-year-old girl that hasn't done anything wrong. I sigh, knowing what I'm doing will make some enemies in Slytherin.

I walk toward the group of boys from behind and push my way through them. I'm a few inches taller than most of them. Once in front of Hermione, I look down at her, and she looks up. Tears threatening to fall.

"It's okay."

That's all I can really say. I place my hand on the top of her head before turning to face the group.

I've never been glared at so hard in my entire life. I draw my wand from my robe and hold it to my side.

"What do you think you're doing!?"

The ring leader, Malfoy, doesn't like Granger having someone to help her. I stare into his eye and read his innermost thoughts, and all I see is fear of his father and cowardice in the face of genuine opposition.

A real worm of a man, more like a boy. He could grow to be more than he is now, but I doubt it. He sees my lack of reaction to his demand and gets both frustrated and cautious.

I step forward slightly and quickly raise my wand.

"Flipendo."

As I wave my wand correctly, I say the single word with confidence and fluidity. Most of the kids get sent back, flipping through the air.

The group of boys groan and moan; I grab Granger by the wrist and take off down the hall. Getting away from the scene of the incident.

Once at The Grand Staircase, we slow down and navigate it to the painting of The Fat Lady. I say the password and pull Hermione in. Once inside, I let her go.

She's leaning forward slightly, catching her breath. I start to walk away, but before I can. I feel her tug on my robe to stop me. I do so and turn back to her.

"Why'd you help me... You know they're your enemies now too... You should've just stayed out of it..."

She looks genuinely sad that I've been dragged into it. She sees me staring at her without answering.

I run my hand through my jet-black hair and scratch my head.

"I helped you because you were getting hurt. Blood purists are a real blight on the magical community. Besides, you're innocent, Granger. That's enough reason to help you; try avoiding Slytherins. Most are nobles and pure-bloods. Now, if you'll excuse me."

I gently grab her wrist and pull her hand off my robe.

"I'm going to do some schoolwork."

She looks at me, flabbergasted, and after a second. I leave her to her own devices. I won't help those who don't deserve it, but Granger does need help. I'll be the one that does what's required.