He's a Nightmare, Honestly! Ch 2
"Your house will be like your family…" said Professor McGonagall a month ago. The words echoed in Harry's head at this moment, when he was running down a hallway trying not to cry. Ronald Weasley and Her- my- one (he honestly didn't know how to pronounce her name) seemed most Dursleyish at the moment. He thought he was not going to be bullied at Hogwarts, where everyone was like him. He did not expect to be a freak in the wizarding world as well. Apparently, people had something against being intelligent of all things! Or maybe it was because he was ugly. That had to be it. Harry never really cared about what he looked like, but he never expected anyone to judge him for it.
He entered the boys' lavatory, went on tiptoe and looked at himself in the mirror. Seriously. Why are mirrors placed this tall? He could see why people thought him to be ugly. He was extremely short, for one. Ronald towered over him (which made him mildly scared). Plus, he was overly light. His hair does not lie flat and his round glasses plus his baggy clothes make him look like a total nerd. Thank god school uniforms existed. Tired with his reflection, he straight up punched the mirror. The glass shards shattered to the ground and clutched his knuckles in pain, watching as a lone droplet of blood reached the flagstone flooring. He knew he was hyperventilating, but did nothing to stop it. His closing throat was drowning him, making him feel dizzy.
A lone tear dripped down his face and joined the drop of blood on the floor.
It was a symbol of the torments reaching his ears from the mouths of peers, classmates and his wretched relatives. The one tear started a flood of other tears, for every insult ever thrown at him. Soon he was a sobbing shaking mess on the floor, curled in a ball against the wall with his head in his arms.
"Nightmare… Know- It- All… disappointment… over- sensitive… wimp" joined "Freak… worthless nothing… shame… not deserving of love… orphan... Freak… freak… freak…" in a voice like Uncle Vernon and Ron Weasley in Harry's head to shout at him. Now he starts to believe it.
He attempted wiping at his eyes and glanced at his watch. He was definitely going to miss the Hallowe'en feast.
The Hallowe'en feast.
Only then did Harry remember that his parents died this day. Another wave of pure agony hit him like a brick wall and he starting crying his eyes out all over again. "Dammit, i'm really turning into a girl… wailing my eyes out over everything…"
At the Feast, Ron and Hermione were having a rather fabulous time, stuffing their faces.
That was ruined when Hermione noticed that a certain SOMEONE that a certain SOMEONE *cough* Ron *cough* had bullied was not present.
"Where's Harry?" Asked Hermione.
"Oh." said a sympathetic Neville. "He's in the bathroom, crying. All because of you, Ron. he wouldn't listen to me when i called for him. I reckon he didn't even notice me."
Hermione was out of her seat in a split second.
"Where are you going, Hermione?" asked Ron.
"Harry doesn't know about that darn troll."
"Ok then. I'll come."
"HARRY! MOVE!" shrieked Her- her- Her- What now? Oh! Hermione! Huh? Why did he need to mo-
"OH MON DIEU!" screamed Harry. "Woah, so reading the French dictionary DID have an impact on oral speech! Better research that later." thought Harry somewhere in the back of his head.
(Author's Note: 'Oh Mon Dieu' means 'OH my God in French. And yeah, this Harry reads a variety of different dictionaries and TheSauruses as a hobby. Another hobby of his in this fic is violin. Woah.)
"Bless you," said a very baffled Ron.
"C'est Français," said a Tiffany who was rolling her eyes.
"Bless you?" inquired a now slightly worried Ron.
"What is a troll doing in here?" asked Her-Mi- On- e. "Was it not supposed to be in the freaking dungeon?"
"Language!" reprimanded a very scared and very annoyed Harry.
"How am I supposed to know?" bellowed Ron.
Just then, the troll decided to take a swing at a cubicle, sending bits of turquoise wood pieces everywhere. Harry ducked behind a sink and decided it was relatively safe in the area, but then the troll took a swing for that sink. Hermione, in a fit of recklessness, and in Harry's honest opinion, stupidness, jumped on top of the troll and stuck her wand up its nose. The troll proceeded to swing her around by her feet, making her bushy hair puff out more than ever before.
"Do something!" she screamed.
"What?" shouted Ron.
"Anything!" shrieked a now immensely dizzy Hermione.
Harry got an idea. "Swish and flick!" he ordered Ron.
"Wingardium LeviOsa!" The troll's club left it's hand and bonked its head. The troll fell to the ground, dropping Hermione along the way, who landed on Tiffany.
"Ow! Hermononucleosis! Your butt is in my face!" screamed Tiffany. (subtle AVPM|S|SY reference there!)
Just then Audrey appeared in the doorway with McGonagall, Quirrell and Snape. Ron glared at her for bringing Snape but she just smirked in return, twirling a short strand of brown to blonde ombre hair. (An experiment gone wrong and now she has this really weird hair.)
McGonagall walked up to Hermione, Tiffany and Ron and demanded "What were you three thinking?"
Tiffany attempted to form an excuse on the spot and failed.
But then Harry walked up.
"It was my error and my fault, Professor. I had recently read an informative novel on Mountain Trolls and assumed I could overpower the one in this bathroom. It seems that I have been more than a tad bit arrogant in believing that I had the ability to do so."
The look on Ron's face said one thing:
Huh?
