I recently searched the Internet for an electronic version of the book Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, found it on one site, downloaded it. The translation turned out to be just awful, but one thought came to me: what if I wrote several passages from Harry’s biography that wouldn’t be meant for his fans, whose age would be under 18, but would certainly surprise other people interested in history the world famous wizard. So let me start. The first story tells about the incident that took place in Kosom Lane, on the day when Harry chose everything necessary for the new school year.

Harry, having calmed down Mr. and Mrs. Weasley with difficulty, went along with Ron, Hermione and Hagrid to Madame Melkayn's shop, whose art of dressmaker was always on top. Hermione's mantle was in terrible condition, and Harry and Ron's school uniform barely reached their knees. Hagrid was obliged to accompany them in case of an attack by the Death Eaters or, which would have been simply unbelievable, Lord Wade himself: (I apologize for a typo - note av) Lord Volan de Mort. The people passing by seemed to Harry frightened and as if dumbfounded by something, the Second War fell completely out of place for almost everyone. Going to the shop, Hagrid sadly said:

- I, it is better to stay here, but then, I'm afraid, we all did not get inside. I alone stand all of you together - seeing that no one would reread it, Hagrid summed up. - Here and hand.

Harry, Ron and Hermione went into the shop, and they were struck by the fact that at first glance the store seemed completely empty. No, Madame Melkine could not be kidnapped, that's for sure. Slender rows of multi-colored robes are not pleased, but on the contrary, made a depressing impression. Suddenly, there was a noise at the far end of the store, then everyone heard a nasty voice:

- Mama! How many times can you tell me that I am already sixteen years old, and I consider myself to be completely independent! I can calmly buy everything I want myself.

The owner of this voice immediately appeared before everyone: a teenager with white sleek hair and light gray eyes, the headman of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy. Harry was literally overwhelmed by a wave of hatred towards him: after all, it was Draco’s father who was one of the participants in the attack on the Ministry of Magic, although now he is resting in Azkaban, but if Draco had the slightest opportunity to help Lucius, he would have taken advantage of it. At that moment, when the Death Eaters attacked Harry in the Divination Unit, Sirius Black, the godfather Harry, came to his aid and was killed. Killed by his cousin, Bellatrix Lastrange. Draco's mother, Narcissa, was Bellatrix’s sister, although she didn’t look very much like her: Narcissa had white long hair and predatory, sharp, but at the same time attractive features.

- Ha, Potter! - Draco's face twisted a wicked smirk. “Oh, and Granger and Weasley.” Otherwise, I smell something stinks, and here, it turns out, is a Mudblood, - Malfoy approached Hermione. - Try not to fall for me.

“If you don’t shut up right now, Malfoy, you will regret it,” said Harry. “By the way, did your father send any news?” It is a pity that your whole family was not planted in Azkaban! - Harry laughed.

Draco literally turned green with anger. He was about to say something, but then Madame Melcine intervened in the conversation.

- Young people! Could you work not to express yourself in my presence ?! I do not consider myself too sensitive.

“Madam, you seem to have been asked to pick up a mantle for my Draco.” And interfering with the conversation and interrupt my son is not part of your duties! - appeared on the horizon mother Draco.

Narcissa looked very impressive: a black dress in a Gothic style could not be better for her slim figure, white hair perfectly framed her face.Harry suddenly caught himself thinking that he was shamelessly examining Draco's mother. Strangely enough, looking at her delightful forms, which were easy to give out due to the tight dress, he felt very excited. Harry tried to switch to some other topic, but he failed. Harsh words that came from the lips of Narcissus, only added to her some charm in Harry's eyes. Draco's mother approached him:

- You, Potter, I see very brave. Just like your parents. I hope you will soon join them, just before that you will beg for mercy, like your mother.

“Shut up,” shouted Harry in a fury.

The whole charm has disappeared. All that remained was a dull anger and a desire to humiliate Narcissa Malfoy, who dared to touch the holiest.

“Oh, you serpent,” Narcissa reached for her wand.

Malfoy realized what his mother was going to do and reached into his pocket for his jacket. But Harry and Ron were more agile. Almost instantly, they waved their chopsticks, which had been prepared in advance and shouted:

- Perficus totalus!

Draco and his mother fell to the floor of Madame Melkayn's shop as if knocked down. Harry and Ron looked at each other dumbfounded, Hermione screaming:

- What now? We attacked people in broad daylight! Now even Dumbledore will not help.

Here Madame Melcine arrived inopportunely and lamented at the top of her voice:

- Good God! Mrs. Malfoy? Draco? What have you done with them.

- Oblivion! - said Harry and waved his wand.

He would not cast this spell, but now, now he had no choice. Ron and Hermione stared at him blankly.

- Harry! What for?

Harry himself could not answer this question. No, I could. He had no other way out. Suddenly, a crazy idea pierced his brain. He knew what no one would ever forgive him for, but now there was such a great opportunity.

“Hermione, please bring Madame Melcain outside, calm her down.”

- What? But, but why?

- Just do it, don't ask. And just in case, don't tell Hagrid anything about what happened.

Hermione did not immediately answer:

- Ok, and you and Ron? Harry, what are you up to?

Harry grinned:

- Nothing. I just have one thing to the Malfoy family. ”He looked at Draco and saw that metal in him were filled with hatred.

Hermione silently withdrew Madame Melcine. When the door slammed behind them, Ron asked Harry a question:

- Listen, why are we left?

Harry reluctantly replied:

- Then, that no one has the right to say so about my family. And now Mrs. Malfoy will regret it bitterly.

Harry was surprised to himself: he would never have done anything like this before. And now there was a feeling that someone else was directing his actions. Harry sat down beside Mrs. Malfoy, casting her a look:

- You have a nice figure. I wonder how often your husband fucks you?

Narcissa wanted to say something angry in response, but the spell did not allow her to move a single part of her body. Harry laughed:

- I see you do not like something. Ha, - he put his hand on her chest, the heart of Narcissus beating more often. “You have nice tits, Mrs. Malfoy.” Ron, have you ever had to shoot an adult aunt?

Ron stared at him.

- No, I only: Fleur, Bill's bride, you know, she stayed with us.

- What? Have you slept with Fleur?

- I can not tell when these.

Harry grinned:

- Well, let's go to the other end of the store, we will not be heard there. Mrs. Malfoy, I'll be back soon.

Once in the far corner of the store, Ron uttered a sound isolation spell and continued:

“Yes,” Ron blushed. “A week ago, when you were with Ginny and Hermione ...”