"Man, am I starving!" Adidas groaned ravenously. "Have patience, Adidas" Padma replied "You've been here for 4 years by now. You must be used to this". Padma, Adidas and I joined the line in the Entrance Hall for dinner. Just then, a voice behind me caught my attention. "Weasley! Hey Weasley!"

I turned around and saw Draco, Crabbe and Gregory Goyle waving a Daily Prophet newspaper at Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, who were behind me. "Oh— hi, Leo" Draco said spotting me. I waved back. "What?" Ron Weasley asked.

"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" Draco replied loudly "Listen to this:

Further mistakes at the Ministry Of Magic. It seems as though the Ministry Of Magic's troubles are not yet at an end, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent,"

"Umm.. what's happening?" Padma asked me. "I don't know" I replied and kept listening to Draco.

", Recently under fire for its poor crowd control at the Quidditch World Cup, and still unable to account for the disappearance of one of its witches, the Ministry was plunged into fresh embarrassment yesterday by the antics of Arnold Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."

"Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley. It's almost as though he's a complete nonentity, isn't it?" Draco said. "Draco..." I gritted through my teeth.

Almost everyone in the Entrance Hall was listening. Draco smiled proudly and read on:

"Arnold Weasley, who was charged with possession of a flying car two years ago, was yesterday involved in a tussle with several Muggle law-keepers ("policemen") over a number of highly aggressive dustbins. Mr. Weasley appears to have rushed to the aid of "Mad-Eye" Moody, the aged ex-Auror who retired from the Ministry when no longer able to tell the difference between a handshake and attempted murder. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Weasley found, upon arrival at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded house, that Mr. Moody had once again raised a false alarm. Mr. Weasley was forced to modify several memories before he could escape from the policemen, but refused to answer Daily Prophet questions about why he had involved the Ministry in such an undignified and potentially embarrassing scene".

Then, Draco flipped the paper over and showed it to everyone "And there's a picture, Weasley! A picture of your parents outside their house - if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?" "Draco, stop this instant".

The words came out of my mouth before I knew it. Everyone stared at me, stared at Draco and then at Ron Weasley whose face had become the same colour as his hair.

"Get stuffed, Malfoy," said Harry. "C'mon, Ron. . ."

"Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?" sneered Draco. "So tell me, is his mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?" "You know your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry frowning "that expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that," Draco turned pink and I ran over to stop him hitting Harry", or was it just because you were with her?"

"Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter" Draco said haughitly. "Keep your fat mouth shut, then," said Harry, turning away. I tried to grab Draco's wand but I was too late. BANG!

Draco had shot Harry on his cheek but just then another BANG ran through the hall. "OH NO YOU DON'T, LADDIE!" All of us spun around and saw Moody running --- well, limping on his wooden leg. I looked down where Draco was but instead there was a white little ferret. I screamed softly and jumped back.

"Did he get you?" Moody asked Harry. "No," replied Harry, "missed." "LEAVE IT!" Moody shouted. "Leave - what?" Harry said, confused. "Not you - him!" Moody growled looking at Crabbe who was about to pick the ferret up. Moody started walking towards Crabbe, Goyle and Draco. The ferret started rushing away towards the dungeons but Moody was faster than Draco.

"I don't think so!" roared Moody, pointing his wand at Draco. The ferret flew into the air, came down and bounced up once again. A lot of people started staring at me for a really random reason but most eyes (including mine) were focused on the ferret in the air. 

"Professor Moody!"

Everyone spun around again and saw our Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration professor, Minerva McGonagall behind us looking at the ferret with a stack of books in her hands. She saw my kinda scared and kind of happy face, looked at Moody and then looked at the ferret again. "What are you doing?" asked McGonagall with a raised brow.

"Teaching, professor" "Teach - Moody, is that a student?" shrieked Professor McGonagall, books falling out of her hands. "Yep," Moody replied calmly. McGonagall took out herwand and in a second, Draco appeared on the floor (in human form). "You're supposed to give him detentions or speak to the Head of the house! Not use transfiguration!"

"Slytherin, huh?" Moody asked Draco. "Y--ye--yes" Draco replied stammering. "Well, then let's go to Snape" Moody said dragging Draco by the arm towards the dungeons. We all started walking away till..

"Leo Malfoy!"McGonagall called. 

I turned around and went to her. "Yes, Professor?" I asked. I didn't want to end up in trouble like my brother did, just then. "Leo, keep an eye on your brother for me" she said "Don't let him get on Moody's nerves". "I'll keep Draco on track" I replied.

"I promise"