Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything that is already trademarked used within the contents of this fictional story
Authors notes: this story was inspired by the rage I felt over the bullshit they are feeding kids these days in the DARE program. Not only are their statistics fabricated for their own purposes but they sensationalize and try to keep children in line through fear (glorified terrorist scum). My thoughts were always it's your body no one should decide what you do with it but you. Ok end rant. Please enjoy.
I Dare you to Understand
Another day another blinding terror, a mere trifle to the mighty boy-who-lived, or so they say, that can be fixed though I just need a small trip for a trip if you catch my drift. Slytherin territory actually, its great that some of the craftier Slytherins choose to dabble in muggle affairs now and again and its absolutely fabulous that a boy named Alec let me in on his stash, for a small fee of course. He's got just the variety of relaxation I need after a long day of world saving, oh and if you haven't caught on, My name is Harry Potter and I am a Drug Addict.
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Ok, ok I hear the outrage at the last statement but if you had the pressure I had placed on me you would look for an escape as well. And before you ask no my friends don't know and I intend to keep it that way. It would kill poor Hermione to know that my new found academia was due to the speed binges that kept me up for days at a time. Ron, well Ron is by far the most closed minded person in this entire thing he caught me smoking a fag once and he tried to report me to Dumbledore; heaven forbid their saviour should have a rebellious side.
Blah blah blah-- drugs will get you nowhere but the trip there sure is fun-- blah blah
So my dear; delve into this with me and prepare for a ride. This is how this shit usually goes down: I meet Alec in a closet a couple doors down from the Slytherin commons, its cramped and uncomfortable and not to mention dusty as hell, Alec looks me up and down like a piece of meat making the space between us seem all the more important, I slip an obscene amount of galleons into his hand, he quickly counts it in a glance before pulling out a red lacquered box about the size of a small paper back novel and then I walk out. Rarely are words exchanged. Today, however, that is not how things went at all; when I got to the closet there was already someone in there with him.
It was definitely not anyone I was expecting either, so now I'd like you to picture this: an already cramped closet that's hard to maneuver in and then throw in a thin waif of a boy, a quidditch player, and a professor. Yes you read correctly a professor. There was Severus Snape tucking a tell-tale red box into the sleeve of his billowing robes.
He looked me in the eye and I caught a flash of something in his eyes; was it disappointment? No it was shame.
Author's Notes: Aaaaaaah so what do you think? Next chapter should be up shortly as it is already written lol I shall try to be as accurate and unbiasedin my description of drugs and their effects. Also a BIG thank you to Mistress Nephrenia for being the beta I desprately needed! :)