Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of his little friends.
Chapter 1: Superman
I can't stand to fly I'm not that naive I'm just out to find The better part of me
I'm more than a bird I'm more than a plane More than some pretty face beside a train And it's not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry Fall upon my knees Find a way to lie 'Bout a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd But don't be naive Even heroes have the right to bleed I may be disturbed But won't you concede Even heroes have the right to dream It's not easy to be me
"Superman" - Five For Fighting
Harry Potter didn't like his life. No, he hated it. He hated the way when he would show his scar to someone, his or her eyes would light up and suddenly would become friendly. He wanted to be normal. Harry wanted to be able to walk through the Great Hall and heads wouldn't swivel towards him. He hated the way Dumbledore made him repeat every confrontation, with Voldemort right after he barely escaped, making Harry relive it, without any time to let Harry rest. He wanted to sit back and watch someone else tackle Voldemort.
So Harry sat by himself at the Gryffindor tables, head in hands, waiting for whatever wrath was to come that year. His hair was a mess (as usual), his glasses hanging from the end of his nose, and his face was tired with stress. Frankly, he looked like a terror.
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Hermione walked determinedly towards the Gryffindor table. Ron followed closely behind, speed walking after her. Her mouth was set in a thin worried line and her light brown bushy hair was in a frizzy low ponytail.
"Hermione, wait up!" Hermione could hear Lavender call after her. She ignored Lavender and only sped up. "Ron, could you tell Hermione to stop?"
Ron turned his head distractedly towards Lavender, mumbling a "Can't."
As they approached the Gryffindor table, Harry covered his ears with his hands and slouched down in his seat. His attempt to hide was unsuccessful, making Hermione only madder.
"Harry! I can't believe-" She began to lecture as she came to a stand still next to him.
"Hermione, I think that he doesn't want to be bothered right-"
Hermione whirled around. "Ron, this is between me and Harry! Please do not interrupt."
"Just leave Harry alone is all I'm trying to tell you!"
"Ron! I do believe that I asked you to go away." Hermione hissed.
"You didn't." A voice cut in. Hermione and Ron both jumped and turned around only to face Harry. "Hermione, you never asked Ron to go away." He simply stated.
Hermione narrowed her eyes and flared her nostrils. "What? What did you say?"
"For God's sake Hermione, just leave Harry alone!"
"Well Ron, didn't Harry just say something? Didn't he enter into the conversation? We shouldn't ignore him, or should we?" She said sarcastically.
"Hey Harry, I'm sorry we had to greet you like this, but I'm really happy to see you. I'm only leaving now to get away from her. Talk to you tonight." Ron told Harry.
"Ok," came a muffled reply. Ron turned away and went to sit with Seamus and Dean.
"Well at least you're listening," Hermione snorted. She looked around and saw Lavender coming towards her.
"Hey, what's the hurry? I didn't get to do your hair." Hermione glared and gestured at Harry. "Ooh.Why?" Lavender warily regarded Harry's bedraggled state.
"Nothing."
"Yeah.right." Lavender raised her eyebrows.
"Look, maybe later, OK?"
"I guess so." Lavender hesitantly moved away, but not before Harry poked his head up and looked at her. She giggled before sitting with Parvarti and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I guess they both like you now." Harry blinked and retreated back into his shell. "Harry, why? What happened? Why would you ever-"?
"Just leave, Herms." Harry said softly.
"You know I hate it when you call me that!
"Sorry."
"Well? Why weren't you on the train? You don't know how worried you made me-"
"Go away."
"Harry! Don't you care? Don't you care about your friends? You know what? You're loosing them, Harry. There won't be any left if you keep not telling them where you're going to be or where you are."
"Hermione, you're hurting me." It was said so softly that only Hermione could hear, but it was said with such sincerity that Hermione's face suddenly changed from raging to comforting.
"Oh Harry." She leaned towards him to hug him.
"It's all right. Just go." Harry avoided her touch and pushed her away.
"I really value your friendship Harry, I didn't mean what I said."
"I know. Bye." Hermione pulled herself away from him and slowly trudged over to Ron.
"Really! The Chuddley Cannons are the best!"
"They whoop every team they play."
Hermione tapped Ron on the shoulder he got up to talk to her. "I think I hurt him. I really did."
"Shhhh I know." Ron got up hugged Hermione. "I'm sure Harry knows that too."
"Yea but." Hermione's shaky voice turned into quiet sobs as she nestled her face in Ron's shoulder.
"Hey, Hermione. How's it going?" Seamus cheerfully asked her.
"Seamus, shut up!" Dean whispered to him. "She's obviously not well!"
"Oh! Hey, what's wrong?" Seamus attempted to climb over the table but Dean pulled him down.
"You dolt! Ron's already comforting her!"
"Oh, all right, but." Ron turned his head to glare at Seamus and he quickly was quiet.
"Why don't you go and sit with Lavender and Parvarti?" He Ron suggested to Hermione.
"No, I hate the way they're so into makeup."
"Oh, fine," Ron sighed. "Sit with us then. We're talking about Quidditch though."
"It's," Hermione sniffled, "all right. I won't mind." She squeezed in next to Ron and wiped her tears away.
"Hey, what's this all about? I heard you yelling at him back there and now you're crying." Seamus asked.
"Oh, nothing much," Ron replied.
"Uh huh, right."
"Oh, OK, OK." Ron answered. "Hermione got mad at Harry and said some things she shouldn't have."
"Is that all? It looked like a lot more than that-"
"It is! Just stop asking questions!" Hermione snapped back.
"Oh, I didn't know you were in such a bad mood."
"Just be quiet, OK?" Ron said.
"That's fine, that's fine." Seamus meekly responded.
Hermione got up, disgusted with Seamus' nosiness and went to sit with Neville.
As soon as she was far enough away to be unable to hear their conversation, Seamus leaned over to Ron. "Hey, what really happened? Did Harry dump Hermione or something?"
"No! Harry ran away from his Muggle home and was found by his godfather in a gutter or something a couple of days later."
"Then what happened?"
"He was sent to Hogwarts early, that's all. I think he's been here for about 3 weeks. He got everybody scared though. I think the teachers still are watching him everywhere he goes."
"Wow! Why'd he do it?"
"No one knows. He doesn't really talk to anyone. I think it was his relatives, though. The people who he was living with, you know."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. They treated him pretty horribly."
"Sounds bad."
"Yeah, it is. I'm worried about him."
"That's all anyone seems to be talking about," a voice sneered behind them.
"Goodbye, Malfoy," Ron answered coldly without facing him.
"Well now, what a shame. Potter can't stand his relatives."
"You heard it all?" Ron suddenly whipped around, only to see Malfoy's retreating back.
"Oh no." Ron began.
"What, doesn't everyone know?" Seamus interrupted.
"Oh bloody hell.no one else was supposed to know.not even you guys."
"Hallo! Welcome back to Hogwarts for a great year!" A voice interjected.
"Here Dumbledore goes again." Dean groaned.
"Oh bloody hell, bloody hell." Ron murmured as he slouched lower and lower in his seat.
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Author's note: Please review! I personally hate to review, but I need just a couple to keep this story going.even if you hate it!! I don't want to be writing for no one, because it is a whole lot of work! I know that Harry has problems, but he's going to sort them out. Well, review! Thanks!
Chapter 1: Superman
I can't stand to fly I'm not that naive I'm just out to find The better part of me
I'm more than a bird I'm more than a plane More than some pretty face beside a train And it's not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry Fall upon my knees Find a way to lie 'Bout a home I'll never see
It may sound absurd But don't be naive Even heroes have the right to bleed I may be disturbed But won't you concede Even heroes have the right to dream It's not easy to be me
"Superman" - Five For Fighting
Harry Potter didn't like his life. No, he hated it. He hated the way when he would show his scar to someone, his or her eyes would light up and suddenly would become friendly. He wanted to be normal. Harry wanted to be able to walk through the Great Hall and heads wouldn't swivel towards him. He hated the way Dumbledore made him repeat every confrontation, with Voldemort right after he barely escaped, making Harry relive it, without any time to let Harry rest. He wanted to sit back and watch someone else tackle Voldemort.
So Harry sat by himself at the Gryffindor tables, head in hands, waiting for whatever wrath was to come that year. His hair was a mess (as usual), his glasses hanging from the end of his nose, and his face was tired with stress. Frankly, he looked like a terror.
* * *
Hermione walked determinedly towards the Gryffindor table. Ron followed closely behind, speed walking after her. Her mouth was set in a thin worried line and her light brown bushy hair was in a frizzy low ponytail.
"Hermione, wait up!" Hermione could hear Lavender call after her. She ignored Lavender and only sped up. "Ron, could you tell Hermione to stop?"
Ron turned his head distractedly towards Lavender, mumbling a "Can't."
As they approached the Gryffindor table, Harry covered his ears with his hands and slouched down in his seat. His attempt to hide was unsuccessful, making Hermione only madder.
"Harry! I can't believe-" She began to lecture as she came to a stand still next to him.
"Hermione, I think that he doesn't want to be bothered right-"
Hermione whirled around. "Ron, this is between me and Harry! Please do not interrupt."
"Just leave Harry alone is all I'm trying to tell you!"
"Ron! I do believe that I asked you to go away." Hermione hissed.
"You didn't." A voice cut in. Hermione and Ron both jumped and turned around only to face Harry. "Hermione, you never asked Ron to go away." He simply stated.
Hermione narrowed her eyes and flared her nostrils. "What? What did you say?"
"For God's sake Hermione, just leave Harry alone!"
"Well Ron, didn't Harry just say something? Didn't he enter into the conversation? We shouldn't ignore him, or should we?" She said sarcastically.
"Hey Harry, I'm sorry we had to greet you like this, but I'm really happy to see you. I'm only leaving now to get away from her. Talk to you tonight." Ron told Harry.
"Ok," came a muffled reply. Ron turned away and went to sit with Seamus and Dean.
"Well at least you're listening," Hermione snorted. She looked around and saw Lavender coming towards her.
"Hey, what's the hurry? I didn't get to do your hair." Hermione glared and gestured at Harry. "Ooh.Why?" Lavender warily regarded Harry's bedraggled state.
"Nothing."
"Yeah.right." Lavender raised her eyebrows.
"Look, maybe later, OK?"
"I guess so." Lavender hesitantly moved away, but not before Harry poked his head up and looked at her. She giggled before sitting with Parvarti and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I guess they both like you now." Harry blinked and retreated back into his shell. "Harry, why? What happened? Why would you ever-"?
"Just leave, Herms." Harry said softly.
"You know I hate it when you call me that!
"Sorry."
"Well? Why weren't you on the train? You don't know how worried you made me-"
"Go away."
"Harry! Don't you care? Don't you care about your friends? You know what? You're loosing them, Harry. There won't be any left if you keep not telling them where you're going to be or where you are."
"Hermione, you're hurting me." It was said so softly that only Hermione could hear, but it was said with such sincerity that Hermione's face suddenly changed from raging to comforting.
"Oh Harry." She leaned towards him to hug him.
"It's all right. Just go." Harry avoided her touch and pushed her away.
"I really value your friendship Harry, I didn't mean what I said."
"I know. Bye." Hermione pulled herself away from him and slowly trudged over to Ron.
"Really! The Chuddley Cannons are the best!"
"They whoop every team they play."
Hermione tapped Ron on the shoulder he got up to talk to her. "I think I hurt him. I really did."
"Shhhh I know." Ron got up hugged Hermione. "I'm sure Harry knows that too."
"Yea but." Hermione's shaky voice turned into quiet sobs as she nestled her face in Ron's shoulder.
"Hey, Hermione. How's it going?" Seamus cheerfully asked her.
"Seamus, shut up!" Dean whispered to him. "She's obviously not well!"
"Oh! Hey, what's wrong?" Seamus attempted to climb over the table but Dean pulled him down.
"You dolt! Ron's already comforting her!"
"Oh, all right, but." Ron turned his head to glare at Seamus and he quickly was quiet.
"Why don't you go and sit with Lavender and Parvarti?" He Ron suggested to Hermione.
"No, I hate the way they're so into makeup."
"Oh, fine," Ron sighed. "Sit with us then. We're talking about Quidditch though."
"It's," Hermione sniffled, "all right. I won't mind." She squeezed in next to Ron and wiped her tears away.
"Hey, what's this all about? I heard you yelling at him back there and now you're crying." Seamus asked.
"Oh, nothing much," Ron replied.
"Uh huh, right."
"Oh, OK, OK." Ron answered. "Hermione got mad at Harry and said some things she shouldn't have."
"Is that all? It looked like a lot more than that-"
"It is! Just stop asking questions!" Hermione snapped back.
"Oh, I didn't know you were in such a bad mood."
"Just be quiet, OK?" Ron said.
"That's fine, that's fine." Seamus meekly responded.
Hermione got up, disgusted with Seamus' nosiness and went to sit with Neville.
As soon as she was far enough away to be unable to hear their conversation, Seamus leaned over to Ron. "Hey, what really happened? Did Harry dump Hermione or something?"
"No! Harry ran away from his Muggle home and was found by his godfather in a gutter or something a couple of days later."
"Then what happened?"
"He was sent to Hogwarts early, that's all. I think he's been here for about 3 weeks. He got everybody scared though. I think the teachers still are watching him everywhere he goes."
"Wow! Why'd he do it?"
"No one knows. He doesn't really talk to anyone. I think it was his relatives, though. The people who he was living with, you know."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. They treated him pretty horribly."
"Sounds bad."
"Yeah, it is. I'm worried about him."
"That's all anyone seems to be talking about," a voice sneered behind them.
"Goodbye, Malfoy," Ron answered coldly without facing him.
"Well now, what a shame. Potter can't stand his relatives."
"You heard it all?" Ron suddenly whipped around, only to see Malfoy's retreating back.
"Oh no." Ron began.
"What, doesn't everyone know?" Seamus interrupted.
"Oh bloody hell.no one else was supposed to know.not even you guys."
"Hallo! Welcome back to Hogwarts for a great year!" A voice interjected.
"Here Dumbledore goes again." Dean groaned.
"Oh bloody hell, bloody hell." Ron murmured as he slouched lower and lower in his seat.
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Author's note: Please review! I personally hate to review, but I need just a couple to keep this story going.even if you hate it!! I don't want to be writing for no one, because it is a whole lot of work! I know that Harry has problems, but he's going to sort them out. Well, review! Thanks!