Sorry this is such a small update. I've been extremely busy with assignments and studying and MCAS and such. I promise the next update will be longer. and better than this.

The next morning, Harry woke up unpleasantly around nine o' clock and hobbled down the stairs painfully, clinging to the railing. He made it into the living room when he lost the feeling in his legs and collapsed.

"DAMNIT!" he shouted, causing Seamus to run out from the kitchen and help him up.

"Harry, what're you doing out of bed?"

"Damnit Seamus, I just wanted to get the HELL out of bed and get a drink, maybe a cigarette, but I can't even walk down a set of FUCKING stairs on my own without needing fucking assistance."

"Harry…" Seamus said, sighing. "You'll be better soon. Until then… just relax up in bed."

"Seamus, I'm sick of just 'sitting in bed'. I can't take much more of it, and it's only been a fucking DAY."

"Harry…" Seamus started softly.

"I need to go get a smoke…" Harry said, hobbling to the front door, opening to screen door, and sitting on the front steps. He took his cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and sucked on it, taking in the nicotine.

Seamus looked through the screen door and saw Harry smoking again. He sighed as his mind raced uncontrollably. He wished Harry would stop smoking, but knew he couldn't do anything about it.

Harry sat on the porch smoking, and just realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. Before he could yell for Seamus, Seamus had handed the glasses to him.

"Thanks…" Harry mumbled, exhaling the smoke.

"Want some painkillers?"

Harry nodded as Seamus handed him a glass of water and a few pills. Harry swallowed the pills without the water and sighed.

"Something wrong?"

Harry shook his head as he ran a hand through his hair. "Nope."

"Need more cigarettes?"

"I thought you hated me smoking…" he said curiously, flicking off some ash and taking a drag.

"I do, but I figure there's nothing I can do to stop you."

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, I could use a big carton of them…"

"I'll get it for you. Finish that one, and I'll go."

"Thanks…" Harry said, putting out the cigarette and starting to stand. When Seamus saw this, he helped Harry up and onto the living room couch.

"You just relax; I'll go get your cigarettes."

"You don't even have a fake ID." Harry pointed out.

"Think so?" Seamus asked, pulling out his wallet and handing it to Harry, who cleared his throat and read it aloud.

'Age – 22 Location – Little Whinging, Surrey Name – " at this, Harry couldn't hold back his laughter.

"What?" Seamus asked, snatching it.

"You named yourself Mr. Ben Dover!"

Seamus looked at it. "Let me see yours, then!"

"Mine's not that bad… I'm just 21-year-old Mr. Curtis Daniels from London. You're Mr. Ben Dover from Surrey."

"I don't know what you're talking about… It's just a name. There's nothing wrong with- ohh…." Seamus said, realizing the name.

"You should've just done Mr. I.M. Horny."

"Ha.Ha." Seamus fake laughed. "I'm off to get your cigarettes. Stay on the couch and be careful."

"See ya, Ben Dover!" Harry shouted.

Seamus gave him the finger before storming out the front door.

The painkillers Seamus had given Harry had knocked him out in a few minutes. Harry lay comfortably on the couch and fell asleep, resting his head against the armrest.

Seamus walked through the front door, his face covered by grocery bags.

"I got your cigarettes for you. Also got some soup and some Sprite, in case you get hungry or something… want some food?"

He put the bags down in the kitchen and walked back to the living room. Seeing Harry asleep, he sighed, put a blanket over him, rested a pillow underneath his head, and went back to the kitchen to unpack the groceries.

A while later, Harry started mumbling in his sleep.

"Seamus?" he mumbled. "Seamus!"

Seamus rushed downstairs to check on Harry.

"What?" Seamus asked, reaching the bottom stair.

"Pain…" he gasped out.

"Harry, wake up…" Seamus said, shaking him.

Harry started sweating in his sleep. "STOP."

"WAKE UP!" Seamus shouted in his ear.

He woke up instantly and looked at Seamus like a lost puppy.

"Are you okay?" Seamus asked.

"FINE." Harry said grouchily, throwing the blanket off.

"Harry, what was it?"

"NOTHING." Harry snapped, trying to get up.

Seamus tried pushing him back down, but Harry found the strength to push him out of the way and storm out the front door with the carton of cigarettes.

Harry walked down the empty streets, lighting a cigarette and getting as far away from there as possible. Harry looked at his arm, where a scar had formed. This wasn't from the Dursleys. This was a scar that Lord Voldemort had given him just before school ended, in the Riddle Family graveyard. Every time he'd look at that scar, he'd be reminded that he was responsible for Cedric's death and the rebirth of Voldemort. That incident was why Harry had turned to alcohol and smoking in the first place. He knew he shouldn't be out of bed, but also knew being in bed would just drive him mad.

Harry walked down the vacant streets and into the local convenience store.

"Can I help you?"

"I'll take a six-pack of Bud and a carton of cigarettes."

"Any ID?"

Harry rummaged through his pocket for his ID.

"Well…?"

"SHIT." Harry said to himself.

"You got ID or not?"

"I do… but I left it somewhere… though I'm not sure where…"

"You'd better get it. No ID, no booze."

Harry imitated him and walked back to Seamus's house empty handed.

After opening the door, Harry was greeted in a way he didn't think would happen.

"OH MY GOD, HARRY!" Hermione shouted, pouncing on him and hugging him tight. "What happened?"

"Hermione… broken ribs… you're NOT helping."

She lessened her grip and mumbled a sorry.

"So, Harry, what's going on? Ron got a letter that said you were in the hospital…"

"It was nothing… just fell off of a motorbike."

"Where did you get a motorbike?"

Harry stumbled trying to answer. Seamus, who was on the couch playing Nintendo, looked up.

"It was my cousin's. He stopped by… Harry had forgotten the helmet and took a wrong turn… ended up crashing on the ground."

"REALLY?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded silently.

"It's a miracle you're even alive right now, Harry! With all those accidents that have happened to people on motorbikes… I'm so glad you're okay…"

Ron, who had the second controller for Super Mario Brothers, looked up at Harry.

"When'd you get here?"

"HONESTLY, Ronald…" Hermione said, rolling her eyes and sitting next to Ron, ripping the controller out of his hands. "You're doing it all wrong!"

"HEY! I was playing that!" Ron shouted objectively.

"Not well…" she mumbled, pushing him out of his seat. "You've already lost two lives, which could've been easily prevented by pressing A and then Select. Then you escape the castle and rescue Princess Peach, which I think is a really stupid concept. The damsel in distress thing is extremely sexist! "

"And Hermione Granger ruins Muggle video games for me." Ron mumbled, glaring at Hermione and sitting next to Harry, who had relaxed on the sofa. "So, how's it going, Harry?"

"Just fine… I'm in a land where they bake cakes from lollypops and rainbows and unicorns prance around and there are butterbeer fountains EVERYWHERE!"

"Is he, by any chance, on any medication?" Hermione asked, as she slammed the A key.

Seamus nodded, not taking his eyes off the screen.

and this is where my muse disappeared.