The Games of Life
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling . . . I own nothing . . .
This first chapter is very much PG/PG-13 but not for long folks . . . you have been warned! There's going to be smut and possibly slash . . . lol possibly . . . well you get the point!
Summary: life is so complicated but its even more complicated for Harry Potter. The start of their sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry discovers new things about himself and others . . . let's say he's going to have a very unhealthy relationship with someone.
"Harry! Harry! C'mon! We're going to be late for breakfast! Wake up lad!"
Harry opened his eyes. The sun was blazing outside. He saw Ron standing next to the door of their Gryffindor dormitory all dressed up, his face slightly irritated from shouting again and again.
"Gee Harry, I called you for like fifteen minutes already, Hermione is downstairs, all worried now and you know how annoying she gets when she's worried . . . or happy . . . or stressed . . . or nervous . . . well you get the point right?"
Harry chuckled. "Tell her I'll be right down, I just had problems falling asleep the other night"
"Is it that dream again, Harry?" asked Ron with a worried look.
Harry nodded while wiping sleep from his tired eyes. "Don't worry about it, go on downstairs, give me fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive minutes" Harry yawned mid sentence.
Ron gave him one last worried look and closed the door behind him.
For the past summer Harry was having those terrible nightmares over and over again. Each time he saw Sirius die again and again, falling through that veil. Each time unable to stop him, as if his legs were stuck to the ground or some invisible force holding him. Every time he had that dream he would wake up weeping. Then he would lie contemplating this with wet eyes and aching heart. He hated crying, he wished his tears would stop, he felt so vulnerable and weak. He wanted to be stronger for Sirius . . . for himself. He told Ron and Hermione about his nightmares but he didn't tell them he cried. He just couldn't tell them. it wasn't because he didn't want to worry them, he knew they were already worried, especially Hermione who already advised him to go to Dumbeldore every chance she had. It was the fact that he felt it was too personal for them to hear and understand. They could only imagine how it was to lose so many that you love. Your parents, your godfather, Cedric . . .
He dressed up quickly even though he was very tired. It was only their first week in Hogwarts and already Harry was feeling exhausted. They were in their sixth year now. They sure felt older. More mature? No, but older, definitely.
Breakfast went by very quickly for Harry who tried to keep himself from smashing his head in his cereal bowl. But with the help of Hermione who kept on kicking Harry in his ribs with her elbow he managed to stay awake.
First lesson of the day was Potions. This was very dangerous for Harry since falling asleep in Snape's class will cause him a lot of troubles. So he opened his eyes as wide as he could and pinched himself over and over again, his skin now raw and irritated and almost as red as his eyes.
Today's task was to brew some kind of a potion that was supposed to heal deep wounds quickly. Hermione was already adding and cutting everything skillfully to her cauldron with a big satisfied smile on her face. Ron was trying to follow Hermione but with no success, his water turned a sickening yellow color while Hermione's was a perfect deep green. Harry was just adding ingredients to his cauldron, he didn't want to risk himself cutting anything including himself, he knew that would result in a punishment soon enough but it was better than falling asleep.
So when it came time for Snape to walk around for his "daily inspection" he was more than Happy to find Harry failing his task.
"Potter, do you call this a potion?" he sneered.
Draco turned around with an evil grin on his face, ready for the show to begin.
God, how Harry despised that Malfoy, he truly hated him.
Harry didn't answer him. He was too tired to even think straight.
"You didn't even cut your ingredients," Growled Snape "You think this is a useless class and you don't have to pay any attention? I specifically explained how to do this potion but you chose not to listen, did you?"
The whole class now gave their attention to Harry and Snape, it wasn't something new, seeing Harry taunted by Snape but it was sure a lot better than just sitting there.
"No sir, I mean, yes sir, I mean . . . " Harry was confused. What was the question again, he thought.
Snape raised his right eyebrow, "trying to be a smart ass? Huh? Well then you'll get detention from me, I know the perfect thing for this kind of behavior" there was a very evil glint in Snape's eyes.
Potter looked away with frustration. How was he going to manage to finish his homework if he had detention tonight and plus he was so tired he could barely concentrate even on his first class this morning.
"Look, he's about to cry!" yelled Draco with a smile on his face.
Snape's smirked.
"No I'm not" Said Harry, his voice very much annoyed.
"Yes you are, Potter, you cry baby!" Draco smirked evilly.
The Slytherin's chuckled.
"I'm just tired, my eyes are red!" roared Harry.
"Sure you are, need a napkin, Potter?" Now the Slytherin's were laughing hysterically.
Snape just stood there, smiling, waiting.
"Shut it, Malfoy!" yelled Harry.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you, you probably feel so lonely don't you?" Draco grinned evilly seeing Harry's reaction.
"Shut up!" Harry yelled and jumped from his seat. His wand in his hand.
"Stop it at once Potter! I will not tolerate this kind of behavior. Ten points from Gryffindor! Now sit down!" barked Snape. "And get back to work, all of you!"
Draco turned around with satisfaction on his face.
God how I despise Malfoy, Harry thought to himself, he deliberately pisses me off and I'm like a foolish brat give him the satisfaction. Oh, how I wish to pull his blond hair, to kick him so hard he'll have trouble walking, to take that evil grin from his perfect face, to make him feel the true meaning of pain. Did I just say perfect? Well I meant not bruised not perfect as in beautiful, perfect as in clean of . . . oh shut up already! Why am I thinking this at all! God . . .
A/N - please tell me if you liked it!!!!! it's my first story in here so I would love to hear what you think!!!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling . . . I own nothing . . .
This first chapter is very much PG/PG-13 but not for long folks . . . you have been warned! There's going to be smut and possibly slash . . . lol possibly . . . well you get the point!
Summary: life is so complicated but its even more complicated for Harry Potter. The start of their sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry discovers new things about himself and others . . . let's say he's going to have a very unhealthy relationship with someone.
"Harry! Harry! C'mon! We're going to be late for breakfast! Wake up lad!"
Harry opened his eyes. The sun was blazing outside. He saw Ron standing next to the door of their Gryffindor dormitory all dressed up, his face slightly irritated from shouting again and again.
"Gee Harry, I called you for like fifteen minutes already, Hermione is downstairs, all worried now and you know how annoying she gets when she's worried . . . or happy . . . or stressed . . . or nervous . . . well you get the point right?"
Harry chuckled. "Tell her I'll be right down, I just had problems falling asleep the other night"
"Is it that dream again, Harry?" asked Ron with a worried look.
Harry nodded while wiping sleep from his tired eyes. "Don't worry about it, go on downstairs, give me fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive minutes" Harry yawned mid sentence.
Ron gave him one last worried look and closed the door behind him.
For the past summer Harry was having those terrible nightmares over and over again. Each time he saw Sirius die again and again, falling through that veil. Each time unable to stop him, as if his legs were stuck to the ground or some invisible force holding him. Every time he had that dream he would wake up weeping. Then he would lie contemplating this with wet eyes and aching heart. He hated crying, he wished his tears would stop, he felt so vulnerable and weak. He wanted to be stronger for Sirius . . . for himself. He told Ron and Hermione about his nightmares but he didn't tell them he cried. He just couldn't tell them. it wasn't because he didn't want to worry them, he knew they were already worried, especially Hermione who already advised him to go to Dumbeldore every chance she had. It was the fact that he felt it was too personal for them to hear and understand. They could only imagine how it was to lose so many that you love. Your parents, your godfather, Cedric . . .
He dressed up quickly even though he was very tired. It was only their first week in Hogwarts and already Harry was feeling exhausted. They were in their sixth year now. They sure felt older. More mature? No, but older, definitely.
Breakfast went by very quickly for Harry who tried to keep himself from smashing his head in his cereal bowl. But with the help of Hermione who kept on kicking Harry in his ribs with her elbow he managed to stay awake.
First lesson of the day was Potions. This was very dangerous for Harry since falling asleep in Snape's class will cause him a lot of troubles. So he opened his eyes as wide as he could and pinched himself over and over again, his skin now raw and irritated and almost as red as his eyes.
Today's task was to brew some kind of a potion that was supposed to heal deep wounds quickly. Hermione was already adding and cutting everything skillfully to her cauldron with a big satisfied smile on her face. Ron was trying to follow Hermione but with no success, his water turned a sickening yellow color while Hermione's was a perfect deep green. Harry was just adding ingredients to his cauldron, he didn't want to risk himself cutting anything including himself, he knew that would result in a punishment soon enough but it was better than falling asleep.
So when it came time for Snape to walk around for his "daily inspection" he was more than Happy to find Harry failing his task.
"Potter, do you call this a potion?" he sneered.
Draco turned around with an evil grin on his face, ready for the show to begin.
God, how Harry despised that Malfoy, he truly hated him.
Harry didn't answer him. He was too tired to even think straight.
"You didn't even cut your ingredients," Growled Snape "You think this is a useless class and you don't have to pay any attention? I specifically explained how to do this potion but you chose not to listen, did you?"
The whole class now gave their attention to Harry and Snape, it wasn't something new, seeing Harry taunted by Snape but it was sure a lot better than just sitting there.
"No sir, I mean, yes sir, I mean . . . " Harry was confused. What was the question again, he thought.
Snape raised his right eyebrow, "trying to be a smart ass? Huh? Well then you'll get detention from me, I know the perfect thing for this kind of behavior" there was a very evil glint in Snape's eyes.
Potter looked away with frustration. How was he going to manage to finish his homework if he had detention tonight and plus he was so tired he could barely concentrate even on his first class this morning.
"Look, he's about to cry!" yelled Draco with a smile on his face.
Snape's smirked.
"No I'm not" Said Harry, his voice very much annoyed.
"Yes you are, Potter, you cry baby!" Draco smirked evilly.
The Slytherin's chuckled.
"I'm just tired, my eyes are red!" roared Harry.
"Sure you are, need a napkin, Potter?" Now the Slytherin's were laughing hysterically.
Snape just stood there, smiling, waiting.
"Shut it, Malfoy!" yelled Harry.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you, you probably feel so lonely don't you?" Draco grinned evilly seeing Harry's reaction.
"Shut up!" Harry yelled and jumped from his seat. His wand in his hand.
"Stop it at once Potter! I will not tolerate this kind of behavior. Ten points from Gryffindor! Now sit down!" barked Snape. "And get back to work, all of you!"
Draco turned around with satisfaction on his face.
God how I despise Malfoy, Harry thought to himself, he deliberately pisses me off and I'm like a foolish brat give him the satisfaction. Oh, how I wish to pull his blond hair, to kick him so hard he'll have trouble walking, to take that evil grin from his perfect face, to make him feel the true meaning of pain. Did I just say perfect? Well I meant not bruised not perfect as in beautiful, perfect as in clean of . . . oh shut up already! Why am I thinking this at all! God . . .
A/N - please tell me if you liked it!!!!! it's my first story in here so I would love to hear what you think!!!