Warning: this has been written on a phone and not edited at all. There are countless mistakes that I won't get to until I have a computer. I guess, I should first say, this is a compilation of drabbles, in no real order, for now until I can get enough written to create story with a linear timeline and coherent plot.

Note: I'm writing this for my own amusement, but if you want to comment, feel free.

PS: I will need a BETA. PM me if you are interested.

Disclaimer: Finally, I don't own Harry Potter, but it would be pretty funny if I did.

Now, without further adiue. On with the, in no particular order, story-to-be drabbles.

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FirstDinner

Harry liked to consider himself a occasionally impulsive, but otherwise reasonably cautious person. The necessity of that caution had been instilled in him from a young age for a number a reason, but mostly it was because when he was young he was diagnosed with several severe food allergies.

And as the medical bills began to grow, so too did the caution regarding his food allergies. The Dursley's had reluctantly accepted that they had to be meticulous about Harry's diet lest they bring unwanted attention for the rapidly growing number of emergency room visits.

They instilled in him a borederline fear of foods that the test had shown him to be allergic to, minimzing the risk of his exposure due to his own intentional disregard for their impact on his body. As they had read, many children were known to do and they would have none of that foolishness. Not in their house.

Harry sat at the dinner table and in the Great Hall among a group of notible excited, newly sorted children at the Gryffindor. While the other new students chatted, freely and amicably amongst themselves, he could do little more than sit tensely and flinch everytime he saw food fly, from the mouth of a student, towards him.

He felt knots twist in his stomach as his nerves grew, while he watched anxiously as the children grabbed at food touching one thing before going for the next, liking there fingers before touching more food. This was clearly an unsanitary... and unsafe, he added to his mental list of complaints, when he caught an older student hitting the back of a choking younger student...eating environment.

But those weren't his biggest concerns. Well, they were second, but his primary and the most pressing concern was that they were mixing the food utensils. It was quite frankly, horrifying and unsettling. He felt his anxiety spike as he watched one kid grab a roll with a pair of tongs then use the same tongs to pick up a piece for chicken. He hadn't eaten yet and he already felt like he would be sick. This wasn't going to work. He could already tell that life at Hogwarts would be difficult.

Blissful Ignorance or Blatant Disregard

Harry noticed quickly that wizard seemed oblivious to food allergies, perhaps they dismissed it as irrelevant to them, perhaps, the were simply blissfully unaware of the extent of the problem, but it was clearly a issue that was unmonitored and being let to grow out of control.

In just the few weeks he had been here he'd lost count of the number of food allergic symptoms he'd identified as in the great Hall, but they just kept eating the food like they wanted to die. Harry shook his head as he watched 3 students student pass out face red and swollen, it looks like another case of a 'careless student prank' will be added to the list of healing ward visits.

I'm Not Taking That

This was not good.

Harry looked at his arm, as it flopped side to side, then looked at the potion he was being advised, quite forcefully to ingest. He understood why, he needed to take it, but the problem was, he had no clue what it contained.

He had yet to research magical ingredients to see if their were any relation between them and non magical ingredients in regards to allergic response, granted he didn't expect to find too much, but he would do his own tests and research if necessary.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt cool metal press to his lips and he once again defiantly tightened his lips and turned his head. Yeah, having a lame arm would be inconvenient, but being dead was a fair bit less convenient, so he would take his chances.

The metal cup was placed to his lips once more and turned a glare at the healer madam pomfrey, but his stomach twisted slightly, at he felt the cool sensation of liquid touch his lips, and squeezed his lips all the tigher for it. He would have told her to shove off, but he wouldn't put it past her to take advantage of the moment and try to force him to swallow the potions, she was very persistent. He wasn't taking any chances.

Getting a glare in return from the mediwitch, he tensed prepared to turn away again seeing the hand holding the cup move, but he relaxed when he saw her place the cup down.

He sent the mediwitch a hesitant glance, then cautiously turned his head slightly away, and not so discretely wiped his mouth, 'just in case' he told himself, before he spoke, "So... You aren't going to make me drink it?" he questioned hesitantly, his voice small, but with an underlining defiance that left no doubt about his feelings about the situation.

Madam Pomfrey gave him a disarming smile... And he felt himself relax, slightly more. "Of course not, dear." She said sweetly, then not a moment later, before he had a chance to respond, she waved her wand and Harry felt something settle in his stomach.

Faster than his muscles should have allowed, he whipped his head over to the cup and his eyes widened in horror. The cup, hadn't move and was sitting innocently on the lamp table, mockingly empty. Just as quickly, he looked up at madam pomfrey with wide betrayed eyes.. He thought he was being paranoid, but now was certain of his prior suspicions, they were all trying to kill him at this school. He sniffled as he mentally noted of how many people he planned to report for child endangerment, or negligence, or something else equally attention grabbing. He was going to start a union... the DFAA.Dangers of Food Allergies Awareness.

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AN:Alright, I have another drabble already, I'll post that for a new chapter, when I have a few more to go with it I guess, easier that way, I supposd.