Chapter 1
Pain. All I could feel was pain. Sitting there, in the nameless café, staring into the face of my best friend as he tells me that's no longer a title he wishes to hold.
"I'm sure you'll make new friends Harry, it's just, well, my other friends think you're a bit of a freak. I mean, you never talk to anyone apart from me, and if someone does try to start a conversation with you, all you do is stare at them in that gold-fishy way. So lets try staying apart for a while. Yeah?"
I stare into Draco's face as I try to process this.
"What are you telling me?" I whisper.
"I don't want to be your friend anymore."
Hi my names Harry Potter and I'm here telling you how Draco Malfoy ruined my life.
We'd always been best friends. Ever since he and his family moved in next door to me when I was five, and we bonded over the fact that we had matching rain-coats. Kids right?
We were the total opposite of each other, he'd always been tall for his age, slim, blonde, outgoing, grey-eyed and popular with everyone, including parents and teachers. I was short, black haired, green eyed, painfully shy, and I must admit, slightly on the pudgey side. Oh all right I was fat, I admit it. I was fat with a capital F-A-T.
We did everything together. Playing, eating, sleeping. We were over in each others houses so often that our parents always joked that they had an extra son.
My life was Heaven all through Primary School, then we hit High School and everything changed.
Draco made new friends.
Draco no longer came round to my house.
Draco didn't find my jokes funny anymore.
Draco told me to stop coming round to his house.
Draco told me he didn't want to be my friend anymore.
Draco's friends started tripping me up.
Draco started tripping me up.
Draco's friends started hiding my things.
Draco started hiding my things.
Draco's friends started rumours about me.
Draco started rumours about me.
Draco started calling me fat.
Draco started calling me stupid.
Draco started sticking horrible notes in my locker.
Draco started putting my stuff down the toilet.
Draco started hitting me.
And I just snapped.
I set his house on fire.
Everyone, thankfully, got out safely. I had a trial in which I explained how bad the bullying had gotten, how much I hated school, how I tried to kill myself. Draco denied it all. And the judge believed him. He always was a terrific actor. The judge dismissed my evidence as my being jealous of Draco's popularity, and how I must have started the fire because of that. Draco got away scot free for ruining my life. I got sent to military school.