AN: Character development, well, I'm not sure you can really judge the develop when there is no cohesion.

I'm writing this for my amusement, but you want to comment feel free.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own it, but I can have fun with it and I do.

Hogswarts is going to kill me.

Harry was hungry. He had been so off put by the display he witnessed at the opening feast that he couldn't make himself touch anything, let alone eat it. He shuddered at the thought. So here he was trying to get into the great hall, early, before anyone else so that he could have unfettered access to a relatively safe selection of fresh, unpeeled fruits that he may, or may not, still take to the nearest accessible sink and wash off.

You could never be too careful... or distrustful of others who handled your food without specific regard to your health and wellness needs.

He looked at the gathering of students that seemed to be growing as the minutes ticked by. A flash of red and gold, forcing it's way through the small, but growing crowd, caught his eye and suddenly he felt a little queasy, but calmed himself, by thinking how unlikely it was that they would feel the need to sit near him when the majority of the table would be open.

When the doors to the great hall opened Harry found himself more than slightly put off as the very reasonable conclusion that had managed to put his mind at ease, was disproven seconds after he sat down, and no matter how fast he tried to be, it seemed the others, older and more experienced, were faster.

Before Harry had had time to take note of what was available, the older students that had decided to sit next him for no justifiable reason, or at least not a reason he would listen to. Had touch nearly half of the available selection of foods. He heard his stomach growl.

He had considered moving to another section of the table, but he didn't want to appear rude, so instead with the attention of a hawk watching it's prey his eyes focused solely on the one thing that had avoided both direct contact and cross fire from the other students. Coincidentally, a basket of fruit sat dejectedly just out of his normal reach, but close enough that if he rose slightly he could just reach it. Rising to do just that he was about to reach for it when the older kid thought it would be polite to hand him an apple.

He looked at the apple, held by a greasy hand, that he was sure only moments ago had held a sausage, frozen and momentarily dumbfounded, as his nutrient depleted, and sleep impeded brain struggled to process what had just transpired. Then it clicked and his gaze slowly trailed from the hand holding the apple up to the expectant look of the red head holding the apple with a pleased grin on his face, and try as he might, he couldn't keep the look of horror off his face..

He knew it would be polite to say thank you, knowing that the older student had only been trying to help, but he was hungry and he didnt want to be polite, he wanted food. So he just stared while he tried to decide how to approach the situation, but his stomach broke the silence first. In quick succession it was followed by a stilted thank you, a tight smile and suppressed sob of longing as he ran from the great hall, already mourning, yet another missed meal, the sound of his stomach growling, trailing after him...

He would try again tomorrow morning.

Caught up in his own depressing thoughts he failed to sense the eyes following him with a mixture of confusion, amusement, and curiosity.

This can't be happening.

Today, Harry was ravenous. Experience had taught those that knew Harry well, namely his family, that a ravenous Harry, was a fearsome thing indeed and an experience one should hope to avoid, actively if necessary. The dursleys considered it second, only to the demonic doppelganger that replaced Harry after having a non-fatal reaction to consuming something his body was allergic to.

So to say a hungry Harry was a frightening thing, well, it was weighted statement, to say the least.

So it was with an aura that quelled the appetites of more than a few students that Harry entered the great hall, intent on getting food even if it killed the students that managed to get seated before him.

He sat down at the end of the table, as far away from the other students as possible, and began to grab a few things that looked safe to eat, like the entire fruit basket that he had unashamedly pulled to himself and had no intention of releasing. He had even come prepared with a wet cloth to clean the fruit before he ate it. He had a game plan, he was prepared and he was determined to succeed.

Just as he was about to take a bite of his apple, a couple of rough housing students, knocked into him and he watched, distraught, as his apple flew into a basket of bread, and it was with a sense of dread that he noticed a banana laying in bowl of eggs, and another apple in a pot of oatmeal.

Slowly, reluctantly, Harry turned his eyes to where the commandeered basket of fruit had previously sat safely out of reach, to see a now toppled and empty basket.

As he watched the rest of the fruit roll across the floor, a fire, more deadly than fiendfyre began to grow in his eyes.

His food, he glanced briefly at the food once more, mournfully observing yet another meal being denied to him. ...They would pay. Fury blazing to life once more his head snapped in the direction of the two people, who had been so clumsy as to knock into him and noticed it was the same boy, and a second of him, from yesterday, there expressions something akin to a deer caught in the headlight... and something else he could read in his hunger induced rage.

With little thought to the consequence he punched both in the face before walking out of the Great Hall once more, hungrier that before. He was going to die at Hogwarts, he was certain of it.

AN: I make no promises to post every

day, but I'll post pretty regularly, its a lot easier to do when its drabbles with a shared premise.