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Harrry lay awake in bed, sleep a faint possibilty. Too much had happened, was happening, and he couldnt stop any of it. Beneath the stiff sheets of his bed his leg shook, he couldnt protect anyone. Harry thought of Cedric, he thought of how they had decided to be twinning victors, how the moments before Cedric died he knew. They had shared a look of deep acknolegdement, a long lasting burning of knowledge that death was upon them, upon Cedric. Harry saw Cedric's pale face, hot sweat turned cold on his lifeless body, his warm blue eyes as cold as the sea. Jolting up harry ran to the bathroon, knees buckling as puke burned his throat.
"Stop that racket!" Vernon's voice carried to Harry's ears and struck like a dagger.
An idle image drifted into Harry's tired head, a mother who would rush from her bedroom, face painted in worry.
"Harrry! what is it?" Harry would look at her and see just how much she cared, so much love it bled from her and suddnely words would ooze from him, like the tears that would fall along his face. He'd tell her about Cedric, about how he felt like small person playing a giants game and she would hold him and whisper to him that it would be okay and he would almost believe her.
But there is no mother. No words are spoken. No tears fall. With Vernons harsh voice Harry wipes his mouth on the back of his sleeve and slumps back into his room, staring at the ceiling before falling into a restless sleep.
The whirring of the train's engine startled Harry awake.
"Harry, go to sleep if you're tired" Hermione was in deep conversation with Ron and although Harry knew hermione meant this in a caring way it came off cold and forward. Harry sat up, persitent on not sleeping.
"its sad really, Mum and Dad have very little idea about the current situation"
Ron rolled his eyes "Well dont they read the bloody papers!?its been the front page for two weeks!"
"Ugh Ronald, its been the front page on wizard newspapers" Hermione retorted smugly
"Well how am I suppoed to know they dont read the daily profit, thats a very popular paper you know!"
"Ronald! They are muggles, you are such an idiot sometimes!"
Harry resisted the urge to tell them both to shut the fuck up. They were driving him mental with their constant bickering. His banging headache didnt help his current mood either, all he wanted to do was slip into a nice, peaceful sleep. To let his eye lids grow heavy...
"Up late last night with weaseltons sister, eh Potter?"
Harry snapped awake.
"Shut your mouth malfoy, before I shut it for you!" Ron snarled, he was half out of his seat, Hermione's hand on his lap.
"Oh dont be so sensitive Weasley, at least she isnt minging like your mother" Crabbe and Goyle cracked up behind him.
Harry was finally out of his daze.
"Shut your fucking face malfoy" Harry too was pouring with rage. He didnt need this, not now, not to start off a new year in school.
"Oh yeah?" Dracos smug face glaring at him "Make me"
Alot of things could account to why Harry did what he did next, it could be the mounting pressure in his daily life, could be that he was begining to feel like a third wheel around his own friends, could be from a severe lack of sleep or the last and most likely option, it could have been caused from that arrogant smirk on Dracos face.
Before anyone could stop him Harry rose his fist and knocked Draco backwards with a punch to the nose so strong everyone heard the crunch.
"Harry!" Hermione cried, pulling him back.
Draco stood up, hand over his bloody, crooked nose.
"Is that all youve got Potter? because if so, its pathetic. Ive been through ten times worse"
Harry looked at Draco and instead of glowing satisfaction he felt a cold pang of guilt, Draco had been through worse, he barely reacted to his broken nose, he was even holding it perfectly, like he already knew what to do.
"What are you staring at Potter?" Draco muffled from behind his hand.
There was so many things Harry wanted to do in this moment, he want to place his hand in draco's, help him up. Ask him why, the richest boy in school knew what a broken nose felt like, why dracos grey eyes were always so very cold.
"Nothing, prick"