Harry's POV

It is the first day school, and the leaves are already falling off the tall old trees. I spent an entire summer at the Dursley's not receiving any letters from my friends,just doing chores, and that didn't help my… situation. I am speed walking to class, trying not to be late for potions. I honestly couldn't handle a detention on the first day with that greasy git. Honestly, his hair looks like he dipped his head in a tub of petrol. I'm looking at the floor and trying my best not to draw attention to myself. As I am about to scurry into the classroom, something knocks me off my feet and onto my bum. I look up only to find a pale face with a head of bleach blonde hair and ice cold gray eyes.

"Hey watch your-" Draco's eyes went wide as he looked at me. "Watch yourself Potter" Draco said unsurely. I just looked down, embarrassed that 'the golden boy' could be so clumsy.

"Sorry" I whispered. I ran into class sitting next Hermione.

Draco's POV

It's the first day of school, I am dreading seeing dirty mudbloods ruin Hogwarts reputation. We had stay in our lousy old mansion. Father had a lot of work to do with Cornelius Fudge in the Ministry. I got no letters, as usual… not that I care. I have Crab and Goyle by my side. Honestly they are such idiots. I am just walking to potions, I can't wait to see the Gryffindors lose points. Suddenly someone bumped into me. What lowly first year didn't watch his step this time?

"Watch your-" I paused realizing that it was Potter who bumped into me. He looks shockingly scrawny. And he's so pale he looks like he's seen a ghost. Then again he might have seen a ghost, not that their very scary. There's something different about his eyes. I decide not to yell. "Watch yourself Potter," I said unsure that this is the same boy. I look down at him and walk into class.

I sit down in a seat, of course Crab and Goyle just have to sit next to me. I rolled my eyes, I really just don't want to be here. I look at Potter. He's not even talking, not even to Granger or Weasel. As I was thinking about his confusing mannerisms my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of glass breaking.

"Ten points from Gryffindor and Potter you get detention," Snape snarled

I look at Harry's seat only to see Harry isn't sitting in it. I look down and he's on the ground picking up the pieces to his crystal cauldron that he apparently broke. I snicker at him. Clumsy Potter, I always knew he was a low life.

Harry's POV

I can't believe I just knocked down my crystal cauldron. Ugh, got to clean this up. I got on my hands and knees cleaned up the pieces. Got to clean this up, it doesn't matter if I get hurt.

"Ten points from Gryffindor and Potter you get detention," Snape snarled at me. All the Slytherins are laughing at me, but it's normal for people to laugh at me. There was a stinging on the palm of my hand. I looked down to see a gash going across my palm. Quickly I hide my hand under my robes flinching at the burning sensation. I sit back down on my seat looking down at my lap. I can't believe it I actually got detention on my first day back. But why should I talk back, it will just cost us more points. Ending the day with potions is dreadful but at least it's my last class. I sit through class doing just doing nothing. Finally class ended.

"Potter detention will be on Sunday at ten in the afternoon," Snape bluntly stated.

"Okay Professor." I said quietly and quickly ran to the second floor girls bathroom. I locked a stall and healed my hand. I have to get to the dormitory before someone thinks something up.

Draco POV in Slytherin Common room

I wonder what's up with Potter. He didn't even talk back to Snape. He is usually more…courageous, more daring. Maybe he's just had a fight with one of his friends. But then again it does look like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"draco…Draco…DRACO" said Millicent Bulstrode, getting louder each time she said it.

"hm what?" I looked up quite confused. I realised it was Millicent who was calling my name. I really don't like her she's needy, clingy, and annoying.

"Draco what you thinking about that's got you so zoned out?" She asked with a worried look on her face. I hate that she looks worried. She barely knows me so why is she worried we only are 'friends' because our parents are both rich and purebloods.

"Just thinking about how Potter is such an annoying git" I lied. "Will you please leave me alone you know what? nevermind I'm going to my prefect room" I walked away and up into the prefects room. I sat on the green and silver sheets that were on the bed. Honestly I really don't fancy the color green. I don't want to deal with anyone right now. I don't want to talk to anyone or do anything. I don't even want to play quidditch! Why can't everyone just leave me the hell alone? I don't want to be here, I don't want to do anything, I just want to be left alone!

"Jesus I hate the world." I ripped the sheets off my bed and chucked my pillows across the room. I knock my textbooks on the floor. I lean against the corner of my room and sink down into a crouching position. "What is wrong with me?" He asked himself.

Harry's POV in harry's dormitory

Why is everyone so nice to me? I don't even deserve it. I got my parents killed, and I'm a burden to my own family. I mean how do I even have friends? I'm a murderer. A bloody evil murderer. I walked into the boys dormitory bathroom and locked the door behind me. I turned on the shower and stripped myself of my clothes. My ribs protrude from my torso and my face is so gaunt. I have no muscle. This just proves that I don't deserve the good food people give me, just like Uncle Vernon always said. I sat down in the shower and just let the water run over my body.

I sat there for a few minutes. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't want to talk to anyone, not even Ron and Hermione! I have lost my appetite thinking about how I don't deserve it. I don't want to play quidditch. I feel sad all the time.

"What's wrong with me?" I whispered to myself. It feels like something is pressing down on my lungs and squeezing my heart. My eyes starting to water. Don't cry don't cry! But the tears slip out.

"Harry stop using all the warm water" Seamus screamed. I got out of the shower and changed into my Jammies. I dried my tears and slowed my breathing. I walked out to of the bathroom trying to hide the fact i've been crying. I laid down on the red and gold sheets and thought of how I'm such a bad person. I closed my eyes and let the darkness consume me.