Summary: Harry has been having a little difficulty with life lately. Things
just don't seem to want to go his way. When Hermione and Ron get fed up
with Harry's bad attitude, they don't seem to want to hang around Harry
very much. Harry starts getting involved with some bad things, but without
his closest friends to talk to, who can he turn to? I'm really bad at
summaries, but please R&R!
Rating: PG (rating may go up later for difficult situations)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or any of the characters appearing in this story (sigh)
Authors Note: Woohoo! So here is my first story on ff.net! Hope y'all enjoy it! Please review!
NEVER-ENDING HURT
Harry walked willingly away from the dungeons, only wanting to get away from the threatening teacher that always seemed to make his life a living hell. Once again, Snape had decided to make Harry look like a complete fool in front of the Slytherin and the Gryffindor students. Naturally, Malfoy had found the sight rather amusing, smirking evilly at the thought of Harry undertaking any type of embarrassment.
"Harry, wait up!" Hermione yelled from behind Harry. Ron was following Hermione through the dark halls, attempting to catch up with their fellow classmate, Harry. Harry paid no attention to them, and continued his journey through the darkened corridors. It was a rather stormy and depressing day out, giving the castle a gloomy feel to it, matching Harry's mood at the moment.
"Leave me alone!" Harry yelled behind him, not wanting to talk to anyone at the present moment.
"Harry." Hermione finally caught up with Harry and grabbed the sleeve of his robes. Harry stopped in his tracks and turned towards the girl facing him. "Don't listen to Snape! You know he's just out to make you look bad, at what ever cost!" Hermione informed Harry, holding on to his black robes for dear life, in fear that he may try to run away again.
"Yeah Harry. You know Snape, he will stop at nothing . . ."
"I know!" Harry yelled, raising his voice more than he had intended to. "Look, I just want to lie down right now. I'll see you guys later." Harry walked away from his two friends towards the Gryffindor common room. Hopefully no one would be in there yet and Harry could just sit and have a few moments to him self.
Lately, it had seemed that life wanted to be anything but friendly to Harry. Not only did he have the normal worries of school, but now he also had to worry about whether or not he was going to lose his two best friends in the entire world. He had been extremely distant with the two people that knew him the best, and Harry had no one to blame it on but himself. It wasn't like he was meaning to be sour and rude to them, but they always just seemed to be there. They were always there for him. Always there to make sure that he was okay, Many times Harry felt that Hermione and Ron didn't think that he could take care of himself, even though he was rumored to grow up and be one of the most powerful wizards of their time.
A loud noise tore Harry from his thoughts and made him turn his head towards the wall to his left. A scraping noise was taking place inside of the wall. This noise reminded Harry of his second year at Hogwarts, when he found out that he was a parsel tongue. Harry had not found it odd that he could talk to snakes, but the rest of the school did.
Harry listened intently for the noise again, and when it did not come, he began his journey to the common room. When he reached the staircases, Harry just looked up at the long journey upwards that could take him fifteen minutes if the staircases did not stay still, which they never did. Once Harry did reach his destination, he mumbled the password to the fat lady in the picture and waited for her to open so that he could enter the common room.
Harry spotted a large red chair sitting at one end of the common room and plopped down on it comfortably. Lucky for him, every body else was still in their classes. Harry should still have been in potions, if it had not been for Snape humiliating him.
'This time he went too far.' Harry whispered to himself, slumping down into his chair. When Snape had told them the ingredients for their next potion that they were to create and write a roll of parchment on, Harry had gotten everything right, the potion was the perfect color, and he was half done his essay already. But Draco figured that Harry's potion needed a little sprucing up, so he added his own little mixture to his perfect potion making the entire dungeon shake when the mixture had blown up only seconds after Draco had added his little touch. Snape had not been impressed with this act, thinking that Harry had just screwed up his potion royally, and proceeded to yell at Harry for his absent mind ness in the class and not forgetting to allow Harry to receive a week of detention. Harry would be in the dungeons cleaning the remainder of his potion off of the walls. Even though Snape could use a simple cleaning spell, he figured torturing Harry would have more of an appeal to him in the end.
Remembering this moment, Harry screwed up his face in anger and punched a nearby pillow. He was currently thinking of every possible curse known to the wizarding world that he could possible lie on Draco and Snape. This thought brought a slight smile to Harry's face and almost made him laugh out loud at the thought.
Harry could hear people starting to move through the halls, signaling that the school day was over. Harry, still not feeling like talking to anyone, groggily got up off of his chair, picked up his books and proceeded to make his way to his quarters.
So there it was the first chapter of my first story! Please R&R! Thanx!
Rating: PG (rating may go up later for difficult situations)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or any of the characters appearing in this story (sigh)
Authors Note: Woohoo! So here is my first story on ff.net! Hope y'all enjoy it! Please review!
NEVER-ENDING HURT
Harry walked willingly away from the dungeons, only wanting to get away from the threatening teacher that always seemed to make his life a living hell. Once again, Snape had decided to make Harry look like a complete fool in front of the Slytherin and the Gryffindor students. Naturally, Malfoy had found the sight rather amusing, smirking evilly at the thought of Harry undertaking any type of embarrassment.
"Harry, wait up!" Hermione yelled from behind Harry. Ron was following Hermione through the dark halls, attempting to catch up with their fellow classmate, Harry. Harry paid no attention to them, and continued his journey through the darkened corridors. It was a rather stormy and depressing day out, giving the castle a gloomy feel to it, matching Harry's mood at the moment.
"Leave me alone!" Harry yelled behind him, not wanting to talk to anyone at the present moment.
"Harry." Hermione finally caught up with Harry and grabbed the sleeve of his robes. Harry stopped in his tracks and turned towards the girl facing him. "Don't listen to Snape! You know he's just out to make you look bad, at what ever cost!" Hermione informed Harry, holding on to his black robes for dear life, in fear that he may try to run away again.
"Yeah Harry. You know Snape, he will stop at nothing . . ."
"I know!" Harry yelled, raising his voice more than he had intended to. "Look, I just want to lie down right now. I'll see you guys later." Harry walked away from his two friends towards the Gryffindor common room. Hopefully no one would be in there yet and Harry could just sit and have a few moments to him self.
Lately, it had seemed that life wanted to be anything but friendly to Harry. Not only did he have the normal worries of school, but now he also had to worry about whether or not he was going to lose his two best friends in the entire world. He had been extremely distant with the two people that knew him the best, and Harry had no one to blame it on but himself. It wasn't like he was meaning to be sour and rude to them, but they always just seemed to be there. They were always there for him. Always there to make sure that he was okay, Many times Harry felt that Hermione and Ron didn't think that he could take care of himself, even though he was rumored to grow up and be one of the most powerful wizards of their time.
A loud noise tore Harry from his thoughts and made him turn his head towards the wall to his left. A scraping noise was taking place inside of the wall. This noise reminded Harry of his second year at Hogwarts, when he found out that he was a parsel tongue. Harry had not found it odd that he could talk to snakes, but the rest of the school did.
Harry listened intently for the noise again, and when it did not come, he began his journey to the common room. When he reached the staircases, Harry just looked up at the long journey upwards that could take him fifteen minutes if the staircases did not stay still, which they never did. Once Harry did reach his destination, he mumbled the password to the fat lady in the picture and waited for her to open so that he could enter the common room.
Harry spotted a large red chair sitting at one end of the common room and plopped down on it comfortably. Lucky for him, every body else was still in their classes. Harry should still have been in potions, if it had not been for Snape humiliating him.
'This time he went too far.' Harry whispered to himself, slumping down into his chair. When Snape had told them the ingredients for their next potion that they were to create and write a roll of parchment on, Harry had gotten everything right, the potion was the perfect color, and he was half done his essay already. But Draco figured that Harry's potion needed a little sprucing up, so he added his own little mixture to his perfect potion making the entire dungeon shake when the mixture had blown up only seconds after Draco had added his little touch. Snape had not been impressed with this act, thinking that Harry had just screwed up his potion royally, and proceeded to yell at Harry for his absent mind ness in the class and not forgetting to allow Harry to receive a week of detention. Harry would be in the dungeons cleaning the remainder of his potion off of the walls. Even though Snape could use a simple cleaning spell, he figured torturing Harry would have more of an appeal to him in the end.
Remembering this moment, Harry screwed up his face in anger and punched a nearby pillow. He was currently thinking of every possible curse known to the wizarding world that he could possible lie on Draco and Snape. This thought brought a slight smile to Harry's face and almost made him laugh out loud at the thought.
Harry could hear people starting to move through the halls, signaling that the school day was over. Harry, still not feeling like talking to anyone, groggily got up off of his chair, picked up his books and proceeded to make his way to his quarters.
So there it was the first chapter of my first story! Please R&R! Thanx!