(A/N): Um, this was an idea I had. I hope you like, please review.
Laughter. Hatred- filled laughter fills the air. No conscience, no regrets., it's just a joke. Make fun of the weird kid. Laugh it up, will ya? The teen that CAN'T stand up for himself. No friends to help fight his battles, no REAL enemies either. The other kids just need someone to pick on, someone different from the rest. That won't tell a teacher or a parent. Someone with seemingly nothing to lose. A scapegoat if you will.
Do his tormentors care that they hurt his feelings? That he cries himself to sleep at night? That his only REAL passion is collecting knives, just to cut himself? Do his peers know he has thought of suicide a dozen times and failed twice? Do they even care that he lives alone with his godfather during the summer, who is barely home due to the war raging in another country? Do they comprehend the severity of his depression or that right now, as they taunt him, he is contemplating the gun is his uncle's closet? That he is willing to blow his brains out just to get away from them. Do they know this may be the last time they see him again? That he prays for a miracle everyday, but right now is doubtful that there is a God?
No they don't know, nor do they care. But someone should...right?
Draco Malfoy mentally yawned as the principal droned on about how delighted he was to have him attend Hogwarts. He decided to shut the man up before he decided on another topic to tell him about.
"Headmaster?" he questioned coolly.
Albus Dumbledore spluttered to a stop and raised an eyebrow on his ancient face. "Yes," he answered, his eyes twinkling as if he knew Draco was not listening to him the entire time.
The Malfoy heir frowned at that thought, but continued anyway. "Wouldn't it be best if I attend my classes now?"
"Oh, yes, yes of course."
The nimble old man gathered multiple papers from his desk and handed them to the young blond.
"As a reminder, you are in the Slytherin House. 6th year Slytherins as yourself, will all attend the same classes together. Maybe once/twice a week, you will be paired with the Gryffindors sixth years as well," he paused in his 'mantra' (so to speak), and glanced at the clock, "In fact your roommate was supposed to arrive ten minutes ago to help you get situated ," Dumbledore said thoughtfully.
"It's fine," Draco said, standing up, "I'm sure I can find my last class without too much trouble." He sarcastically added in his mind, 'I'm sure something was more important than welcoming me.'
Two minutes after he left, a very short boy ran into Dumbledore's office.
"Your late," the wizened man said shortly.
The teen opened his mouth to explain, but the Headmaster waved him out.
"Go to class Mr. Potter, don't worry I'm not mad."
A small smile flickered across the green-eyed boy's face, before he left running to his first class, Chemistry.
He breezed in the doors just as the bell rang.
"Mr. Potter, I suggest you try to get here earlier, hmm, take a seat," Professor Snape drawled, a hint of worry in his tone.
Harry Potter nodded and sunk into his seat, amid the teasing and laughter, not bothering to look at the previously empty seat beside him. That would be for his lab partner, if he ever got one, no one liked him enough to even pity him, so it had remained empty.
"Class we have a new student, as well as a new Slytherin," Snape continued, now wishing he had just ignored Harry.
Harry's eyes snapped over to the only empty seat in the class, beside him, and then realized it was occupied by said new student.
The Professor asked the boy to come to the front and tell them something about himself. Harry redirected his gaze before the boy got up and gracefully walked to the front of the room.
Harry blushed slightly as he took in the boy's featured. Light blond hair fell onto an aristocratic face. A small smile graced his moving lips as he spoke. Lightly tanned skin, at least six feet tall, with apparent muscles underneath his clinging uniform.
He decided to listen to the new boy when his cock began to lightly scrape the bottom of the large table he was occupying.
'Think of Snape naked,' he thought and blushed when that made it worst. 'Ok Mcgonagall in lingerie sucking off Dumbledore.' That did the trick. His erection deflated almost instantly, but left him with a bad mental picture.
Harry tuned back into the guy's monologue just as he finished, "...hope I enjoy my stay at this wonderful school, thank you."
The raven-haired boy secretly observed the gorgeous blond for the rest of the day until dinner.
After stowing his books in his locker, Harry decided to go to dinner, seeing that he was so hungry. By the time he had reached the Great Hall, the Slytherin table was full. Harry noticed the new boy, whose name he still did not know, was seated across the popular kids a.k.a. most of the people who beat him up.
'That's great,' Harry thought sarcastically.
He eyes the last empty seat at the end of the table and moved from the lunch line with his tray. Unfortunately, one of his tormentors saw him coming and moved her book bag into the seat.
"Oops! Guess the table is full," the pug-face girl laughed haughtily.
In freshman year, he would have fought and cursed out the girl with a fire he didn't even realize was there.
Now? Harry just walked out of the Great Hall and out to the Entrance Hall stairs without a word. He failed to see Pansy signal a mix of Gryffindors and Slytherins to follow him.
