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CHAPTER 1 – New Found Friends

"Boy! Get your filthy ass up to your room and stay there. No supper for you tonight. Now get!" Uncle Vernon yelled once we arrived.
Nothings changed Harry thought bitterly.
When he finally got into his room he laid down on his bed.

Sirius…gone…all my fault. If I wasn't so stupid! If I had just learned Occlumency just like I was supposed to…none of this would have happened…

Harry kept going over the night in the Department of Mysteries…over and over again; watching Sirius fall through the veil. He finally fell asleep. But not before long, he woke up from the same nightmare that he had been getting after that fateful night.

He couldn't handle it. He felt like he was being enclosed. He was being suffocated. He needed a way out. A way to escape. He went over to his trunk. That was when he saw the broken pieces of the mirror that Sirius had given to him. He took a piece and starred at it. After a while, he took the piece and started to cut a wound in his wrist.

Ahh…the blood…the pain…

Feeling the pain from the wound let him forget all about Sirius. He made another cut, under the last one. More pain, and more relief. He felt all his worries and emotions leave him, just like the blood was leaving him.
When he was feeling satisfied, he bandaged his wrist using a ripped cloth from his bed sheet and fell asleep again.

The next day, Harry awoke to a pounding against his door.
"BOY! Get up this instant! You freak better get your ass down fast and start on your chores or else no food for today!" and with that his aunt left to go down to the kitchen.
Harry got up; reluctant to leave his dark sanctuary he called his 'room'.

The day went by excruciatingly slow. But when he was finally done, he got his one piece of dry toast and went to his room. He was so tired, that he instantly fell asleep once his head hit his pillow.
During the night, Harry awoke. Another nightmare. When he looked around his room, he spotted the piece of glass from his mirror. Taking the piece, he made cuts over top of the old ones from yesterday, and he made two more new ones. He felt the pain leave him again, and he could breath freely.

Once again he bandaged his wrists and went back to sleep, dreading tomorrows chores.

For the next week, he followed the same pattern. Get up; do chores; eat dry piece of toast; go to sleep; wake up from nightmare; cut; release pain; go back to bed; get up; and continue the same cycle again.

But on Monday night, even after he cut, he couldn't fall asleep. The same nightmare playing over and over again. He could still hear Bellatrix's cold high-pitched laughter in his ear. He couldn't breathe; he needed to get out.

He got out of bed, put on some clothes and left the house. He was walking down the street to a park were he used to go and play, and also were he used to hide from Dudley and his gang. As he drew closer he could hear faint laughter coming from the park. He walked closer to see what it was. He saw a group of five teenagers sitting around in a circle. Not wanting to get noticed, he decided on sitting on a bench furthest away. He just wanted to clear his head.

"Hey!"
"Hey!" the voice repeated. Harry was pulled from his thoughts when he looked up and saw the five teenagers looking at him.
"Come here" one of them called. Harry, having nothing better to do, went over to them.
"What's your name?" one of the boys asked.
"Harry"
"Mark" the boy said, holding out his hand. Harry not sure what to do, took the hand.
"What's wrong? You look like death just came over you and your just sitting over there the whole time" Mark said.
"Nothing" Harry replied.
"Right…well come and join us, there's nothing that we can't fix, right guys?" Mark said asking his friends.
"Right" they all chorused.
"So have a seat…by the way this is Johnny, Sam, Zack, and our only girl, Alexia" Mark said pointing out everyone.
"Hi" Harry said.
"Well don't look so excited" Alexia said, Sam rolling his eyes.
"Have some…trust me you will be forgetting all about what ever your thinking about in no time" Zack said, handing him a bottle, which Harry realized was vodka.
After taking a couple of sips, Harry realized that he was right, he was starting to forget about everything that was bothering him.

"So you new around here?" Mark asked.
"No…I go to a boarding school and I just come back for the summer to live with my aunt and uncle" Harry explained.
"Ahh cool" Johnny said.
"No not really" Harry replied.
"I already like this guy! Welcome to our group" Sam said, throwing his arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Thankss" Harry slurred, having finished one bottle already.
"No prob. We usually meet here round midnight...you know after all our shit parents went to bed…so if you ever want to come again, just come" Mark offered.
"Sure. I think I'd like that," Harry said.
Then Mark pulled something out, which Harry realized was a joint.
"Come on…here" Mark offered.
Harry didn't care at this point about anything anymore and took a puff. He started coughing.
"Mann…have you ever done this before?" Mark asked and when he saw Harry shake his head, he continued, "Just take a big puff and hold it in. Let it fill your lungs, and then just release it…you'll get the hang of it in no time" Mark said.
Harry did was he was told and enjoyed the new feeling he got.
At around four in the morning, Harry decided to head back. He was high and drunk, and wanted at least some sleep.

At least he had forgotten about Sirius for one night…and many more to come…

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