My thin, pale fingers finger the blade momentarily, then let it sink in. My
head seems to lighten as I wrap the bandage back on and slip into bed.
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"Harry?" Lily stuck her head in her eldest son's room, "Harry, you're gonna miss the bus. It'll be here any minute."
"I'm getting a ride with Ron," Harry mumbled, falling off his bed- well, it was a mattress lying on the floor.
"Oh, well," Lily closed the door and could be heard yelling, "Shiloh! You're gonna miss the bus!"
Harry scratched his head, pulling himself up in sitting position and shoved his glasses onto the bridge of his nose, examining his bleak room- the walls were a dark blue color, his curtains were a satiny black and his bed spreads were the same colour blue of his walls.
"Good morning, Hedwig," he smiled, petting his white cat before stretching.
The cat gave him a reproachful look.
"I know, I know," Harry reached into his backpack and threw a half-eaten sandwich from yesterday at her.
Hedwig mewled and carried it out the door.
Harry stood up and followed her, scratching his arm.
"G'morning," James smiled brightly, handing Harry a cup of coffee.
"G'morning, dad," Harry smiled, "Off to America tommorrow?"
"Yeah, gonna shoot a new movie."
"Genre?"
"Horror," James took a sip of the steaming black liquid swirling in his mug.
"Awesome," Harry did the same.
"How are my favorite boys?" Lily emerged from the living room into the cozy kitchen, pulling Shiloh by the ear.
"In pain," Shiloh whined.
"Yep," James grinned, his brown eyes shining.
"Don't you 'yep' me, mister," Lily pouted, "You're in trouble."
Harry grinned a smile identical to James' and leapt from his chair, inching by the infuriated red-head.
"What'd I do?" James tried to force a serious look.
Harry quickly made his way back upstairs before she went off on him for being out with his friends instead of coming straight home like asked.
He ran a hand through his messy black hair and yawned again, trying to wake up.
He decided it was time to dress- no more time for procrastinating.
Harry opened his closet door, clothes falling out at him as he surveyed the mess, "Now," he said, "If I were pants, where would I be?"
"Hiding," a voice said from behind him.
Harry turn and saw Ron leaning in the doorway.
"Hiya," the red-head greeting, smiling.
"Hey," Harry spotted the school's uniform lying on top of his keyboard and quickly pulled on his black khakis and button-up white shirt.
"Tie," Ron reminded the raven-haired boy.
"Oh, yeah..." Harry fell to his knees, digging through the ocean of clothes and triumphantly held up a red and gold pin-striped tie.
"Ready?" Ron asked.
"Never," Harry sighed, slinging his back pack over is shoulder, "You learned the new song yet?"
"Not completely," Ron said, "The chords are kind of funny sounding."
Harry shrugged, "You'll get it soon enough."
They treaded down the stairs and found Lily chasing James with a meat cleaver.
"Bye Mum, Dad," Harry waved.
Lily beamed at her son, kissing him on the cheek, "Have a nice day at school," she gave a one-armed hug to Ron, still holding Harrying in her other arm, "You too, Ron. Are you coming for dinner tonight?"
"Sure thing, as long as you're cooking," Ron grinned.
"Bring your family," she kissed his forehead and let them go.
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Closer, just a bit closer....The light brightens...I am awake...
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"Hey," Hermione smiled, climbing into the backseat behind Harry.
"What's u-" Ron stopped dead.
"Your-"
"I know, I should've called," Hermione gingerly touched her newly pierced nose; "It does look alright, doesn't it?"
"Hermione....you look awesome..."
"Anyway, I was going to call, but I was to busy studying," she sighed, "We've got a huge test in Geo today."
"Geography?" Harry asked.
"Geometry," she said, "You did study...right?"
"Nope," Harry said sheepishly.
"Nothing at all," Ron sighed, "Man we are so screwed-"
"Who's that?" Harry pointed at a tall, handsome blond walking towards school.
"It's a long way to walk..." Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"He's cool- look it, he's got eyeliner."
"Let's pick him up," Ron said decisively.
"What if he's some kind of rapist?!" Hermione shrieked.
"We'll give 'em you," Harry said.
"Some friend you are," Hermione muttered as Harry exited.
"Hey, blondie," Harry yelled, finally getting the boy's attention.
His eyes- they were a cool, never-ending colour of blue-gray, reminding him of the ocean he'd seen long ago.
"Yes?" the blond said as if he'd said it quite a few times.
"You're heading to Hogwarts, right?" Harry eyed him. It had to be true because the blond was dressed in the same outfit as Harry.
"Yes," the boy replied, "so?"
"Because...we'll-" he motioned to the car, "-give you a ride. It's a thirty minute walk and you'll be late if you don't get in now."
"How do I know you're not some kind of rapist?"
Harry let out a loud laugh, "You don't, but you can always play safe and get detentions galore!"
"Fine," the blond reluctantly scooted in the back of the small car beside Hermione.
"Hey, Hermi, he had the same worry as yours so I don't think he's a racist..."
Hermione laughed.
"Hey, did you get the song right?" Ron asked Hermione.
"I got the bass part, couldn't get the keyboards though."
"Let's hope no, or I'll have to quit," Harry laughed.
"Excuse me, but what are you talking about?"
"Our band," Harry smiled, "The Gryffindors. I'm the lead singer and pianist- "
"Keyboarder," Ron corrected.
"-She's the bass guitarist," he pointed at Hermione, "and he's the lead guitarist."
"What are your names?"
"Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," the girl pointed to each person as she said their name.
"I'm Draco."
Ron snorted.
"What? Do you think that's funny?" Draco sneered.
"Okay, the temperature just dropped a few hundred, so let's all just chill, mkay?" Harry asked.
"Malfoy, Draco," the blond repeated giving a curt nod.
"Cool," Harry smiled, "Dragon."
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Draco loved the way the word 'dragon' rolled off Harry's mouth so easily. It sent chills down his spin. They pulled into the school's driveway, greeted by his godfather.
"Bloody hell, it's Snape," Ron had a dark look cast upon his pale, freckled face.
"Shit," Hermione sighed, adjusting her tie.
"Here he comes," Harry climbed out.
"You are ten minutes late. Your constant stupidity amazes me. What's your excuse this time?"
"Our constant stupidity," Ron muttered softly so Snape was oblivious.
"I don't know how to read a clock," Hermione followed suit.
Draco finally got out of the car, "Professor Snape, they're late because I asked for a ride. If they hadn't stopped, I'd been later."
"Well, Malfoy, hurry on. Potter, Granger,-" his lip curled, "Weasley, get to class."
They grabbed their books from Ron's car and hurried on to their classes.
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I've met my target. It'll be over soon- or will it?
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TCB?
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"Harry?" Lily stuck her head in her eldest son's room, "Harry, you're gonna miss the bus. It'll be here any minute."
"I'm getting a ride with Ron," Harry mumbled, falling off his bed- well, it was a mattress lying on the floor.
"Oh, well," Lily closed the door and could be heard yelling, "Shiloh! You're gonna miss the bus!"
Harry scratched his head, pulling himself up in sitting position and shoved his glasses onto the bridge of his nose, examining his bleak room- the walls were a dark blue color, his curtains were a satiny black and his bed spreads were the same colour blue of his walls.
"Good morning, Hedwig," he smiled, petting his white cat before stretching.
The cat gave him a reproachful look.
"I know, I know," Harry reached into his backpack and threw a half-eaten sandwich from yesterday at her.
Hedwig mewled and carried it out the door.
Harry stood up and followed her, scratching his arm.
"G'morning," James smiled brightly, handing Harry a cup of coffee.
"G'morning, dad," Harry smiled, "Off to America tommorrow?"
"Yeah, gonna shoot a new movie."
"Genre?"
"Horror," James took a sip of the steaming black liquid swirling in his mug.
"Awesome," Harry did the same.
"How are my favorite boys?" Lily emerged from the living room into the cozy kitchen, pulling Shiloh by the ear.
"In pain," Shiloh whined.
"Yep," James grinned, his brown eyes shining.
"Don't you 'yep' me, mister," Lily pouted, "You're in trouble."
Harry grinned a smile identical to James' and leapt from his chair, inching by the infuriated red-head.
"What'd I do?" James tried to force a serious look.
Harry quickly made his way back upstairs before she went off on him for being out with his friends instead of coming straight home like asked.
He ran a hand through his messy black hair and yawned again, trying to wake up.
He decided it was time to dress- no more time for procrastinating.
Harry opened his closet door, clothes falling out at him as he surveyed the mess, "Now," he said, "If I were pants, where would I be?"
"Hiding," a voice said from behind him.
Harry turn and saw Ron leaning in the doorway.
"Hiya," the red-head greeting, smiling.
"Hey," Harry spotted the school's uniform lying on top of his keyboard and quickly pulled on his black khakis and button-up white shirt.
"Tie," Ron reminded the raven-haired boy.
"Oh, yeah..." Harry fell to his knees, digging through the ocean of clothes and triumphantly held up a red and gold pin-striped tie.
"Ready?" Ron asked.
"Never," Harry sighed, slinging his back pack over is shoulder, "You learned the new song yet?"
"Not completely," Ron said, "The chords are kind of funny sounding."
Harry shrugged, "You'll get it soon enough."
They treaded down the stairs and found Lily chasing James with a meat cleaver.
"Bye Mum, Dad," Harry waved.
Lily beamed at her son, kissing him on the cheek, "Have a nice day at school," she gave a one-armed hug to Ron, still holding Harrying in her other arm, "You too, Ron. Are you coming for dinner tonight?"
"Sure thing, as long as you're cooking," Ron grinned.
"Bring your family," she kissed his forehead and let them go.
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Closer, just a bit closer....The light brightens...I am awake...
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"Hey," Hermione smiled, climbing into the backseat behind Harry.
"What's u-" Ron stopped dead.
"Your-"
"I know, I should've called," Hermione gingerly touched her newly pierced nose; "It does look alright, doesn't it?"
"Hermione....you look awesome..."
"Anyway, I was going to call, but I was to busy studying," she sighed, "We've got a huge test in Geo today."
"Geography?" Harry asked.
"Geometry," she said, "You did study...right?"
"Nope," Harry said sheepishly.
"Nothing at all," Ron sighed, "Man we are so screwed-"
"Who's that?" Harry pointed at a tall, handsome blond walking towards school.
"It's a long way to walk..." Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"He's cool- look it, he's got eyeliner."
"Let's pick him up," Ron said decisively.
"What if he's some kind of rapist?!" Hermione shrieked.
"We'll give 'em you," Harry said.
"Some friend you are," Hermione muttered as Harry exited.
"Hey, blondie," Harry yelled, finally getting the boy's attention.
His eyes- they were a cool, never-ending colour of blue-gray, reminding him of the ocean he'd seen long ago.
"Yes?" the blond said as if he'd said it quite a few times.
"You're heading to Hogwarts, right?" Harry eyed him. It had to be true because the blond was dressed in the same outfit as Harry.
"Yes," the boy replied, "so?"
"Because...we'll-" he motioned to the car, "-give you a ride. It's a thirty minute walk and you'll be late if you don't get in now."
"How do I know you're not some kind of rapist?"
Harry let out a loud laugh, "You don't, but you can always play safe and get detentions galore!"
"Fine," the blond reluctantly scooted in the back of the small car beside Hermione.
"Hey, Hermi, he had the same worry as yours so I don't think he's a racist..."
Hermione laughed.
"Hey, did you get the song right?" Ron asked Hermione.
"I got the bass part, couldn't get the keyboards though."
"Let's hope no, or I'll have to quit," Harry laughed.
"Excuse me, but what are you talking about?"
"Our band," Harry smiled, "The Gryffindors. I'm the lead singer and pianist- "
"Keyboarder," Ron corrected.
"-She's the bass guitarist," he pointed at Hermione, "and he's the lead guitarist."
"What are your names?"
"Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," the girl pointed to each person as she said their name.
"I'm Draco."
Ron snorted.
"What? Do you think that's funny?" Draco sneered.
"Okay, the temperature just dropped a few hundred, so let's all just chill, mkay?" Harry asked.
"Malfoy, Draco," the blond repeated giving a curt nod.
"Cool," Harry smiled, "Dragon."
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Draco loved the way the word 'dragon' rolled off Harry's mouth so easily. It sent chills down his spin. They pulled into the school's driveway, greeted by his godfather.
"Bloody hell, it's Snape," Ron had a dark look cast upon his pale, freckled face.
"Shit," Hermione sighed, adjusting her tie.
"Here he comes," Harry climbed out.
"You are ten minutes late. Your constant stupidity amazes me. What's your excuse this time?"
"Our constant stupidity," Ron muttered softly so Snape was oblivious.
"I don't know how to read a clock," Hermione followed suit.
Draco finally got out of the car, "Professor Snape, they're late because I asked for a ride. If they hadn't stopped, I'd been later."
"Well, Malfoy, hurry on. Potter, Granger,-" his lip curled, "Weasley, get to class."
They grabbed their books from Ron's car and hurried on to their classes.
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I've met my target. It'll be over soon- or will it?
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TCB?
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