Chapter Two: Trouble

Flopping into bed the only thing left to do was prepare for the day that lay ahead, new classes, familiar teachers, school competition with sports, and the constant pressure of the dark lord trying to come back every year. Glancing out the window everyone lay asleep but the black haired Harry, he thought he was tired when he had been on the train and in the hall; but now he seemed to be wide awake.

Sitting up careful not to wake anyone up he looked out the window before deciding on going down those winding stairs to a warm mysterious living room lit by the dim fire. Sliding off the bed into his slippers he tip-toes down to the living room sinking into an old fashioned chair facing the fire, his eyes captivated by the flames. As echoes of laughter swarm around him, voices questioning him over repeatedly, 'Why did you survive?' eyes drifting shut the boy could do nothing but listen to the voices as he slipped into that realm of dreams.

'Imagine anything you could wish for,' a horse voice says, 'anything at all,'

'Anything?' Harry mentally questions the voice.

'Yes,' he continues, 'anything at all,'

"I don't want anything," Harry mumbles turning over in the chair falling deeper into his slumber.

"Harry," a female voice calls leaving an echo, "Harry!" she yells this time stomping her foot, "Wake up we're going to be late!"

"What time is it?" the black haired boy yawns a sharp pain in his back fully waking him up.

"Harry hurry up," Ron echoes running down the spiral stairs his hair a mess, "Did you really sleep there," he pauses blinking looking at Hermione who only shook her head, "What?"

"Are you really going to go out like that?" She asks.

"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"

"Nothing," she rolls her eyes looking at her watch again, "Hurry up! Now we're really going to be late!"

Both boys looking at each other Ron jumps from the stairs while Harry glanced at the fire before taking off with his also messed up hair. Little did he know a surprise awaited him in class later that day. Skipping breakfast the boys go one way while Hermione goes the other as the rush off there stomachs growling loudly at there poor decision, 'I wish I had some food,' the black haired Harry thinks hearing that same laughter from yesterday, 'who,'

'I thought you said you didn't want anything,'

Stopping, "Ron did you hear anything?" he asks looking at his best friend hoping he would say yes.

Blinking clueless, "Oh, Harry don't tell me those voices have started back up,"

"Yea but before it was a snake," he defends as the paintings started to stare.

"Are you hearing things again?" the red head asks eyes narrowing.

Hearing that laughter again, "No it's because I'm starving," he makes up the other sighing relieved.

"Don't remind me!" Ron pouts a hand flying to his stomach as he balled down the hall with Harry not far behind.

"Where have you been?" A female voice states the sound of a flying book hitting the wall scaring the two boys.

"Um," Ron starts stopping Harry running into him.

"You two should know by now the rules by now," a woman with her hair pulled back in green states arms crossed.

"We're sorry Professor," Harry finishes for Ron nudging him in the direction of some empty seats.

Watching them sit down, "You two see me after class," the older woman comments pointing her wand at them her spectacles on the end of her nose. Waiting for them to register the order before she continued on with the lesson they quickly nod getting after a second, "Good then,"

There lesson flies by, though there stomachs distracted them almost the whole time. Draco had managed to grab Harry's attention a few times while Ron stayed awake though only by a thread. Professor Mcgonagall finishes up with a cough and a flick of her wand the door opening to release them and there mouths fly with suppressed words that could not have been spoken in her class while she taught.

"Professor," Ron stands up slowly yawning this out getting her eyes and ears.

While Harry watched Draco leave with a smug look on his face, "Catch you later Potter," he grins his arms free of books as he turns to leave without a trace.

Wanting nothing more then to squeeze Draco's bloated ass head, 'Oh I wish I wasn't in trouble,' he thinks, 'I would so go and,' he paused thinking, 'I don't know but I would do something to piss him off!'

"Harry Potter!" Professor Mcgonagall says for the third time.

"Uh yes," he shakes is head turning it towards her.

"Harry what's wrong with you," she asks looking at him then Ron, "What's wrong with the both of you?"

"We are a bit hungry," Ron throws in.

Rolling her eyes her shoulders dropping like it was nothing, "Oh for heaven sake!"

"Honestly Hermione rushed us out the door," Ron tries to defend.

"Where would you be without her?" the woman asks shaking her head.

"Well asleep possibly," Harry says truthfully, "It was a late night,"

"Well that's no excuse I want you back here after lunch you're both to serve detention," she sternly states, "And ten points will be taken from Gryffindor for the each of you," she adds in, "now run along and report back here after lunch,"

Rushing off with Ron's stomach screaming, "We should probably get some food soon,"

"Is it really that bad?" Ron asks blushing slightly.

"Yea,"

"I can't believe she gave us detention," Ron sighs, "On the first day,"

"Its better then what she could have done considering what we normally get into," Harry states truthfully.

"True," the orange haired boy nods, "Now for the next class,"

"You think this day's going to fly by?" Harry asks looking down the long hall he hadn't seen in forever.

"Who knows," Ron sighs, "Let's just finish up everything so detention will fly,"

Chuckling Harry replies, "Sure,"

Classes drag on, the opposite of what Ron was hoping for his stomach having a mind of its own always getting him in trouble every which way he turned. As if the time would never come lunch had finally arrived and the timing couldn't have been better, "I'm going to die," Ron comments dragging his feet down the hall.

"Ron," Harry yawns ahead of him, "You're taking forever come on," not getting a reply, "The foods going to be gone if you take any longer,"

Racing up the staircases like he-who-must-not-be-named was after him Ron spared no one if they where in his path as he flailed about stopping at the fat lady, "Pickled Juice," he pants taking off again when she'd opened enough for him to squeeze through.

Harry having to catch up, "I wasn't expecting that,"

'The power of ones mind is strong,' the voice calls, 'Causes impulses one can not control,'

"I'm going insane," Harry mumbles approaching the fat lady, "Pickled Juice," he says before the fat lady could open her mouth to say something about his first comment.

"Someone looks chipper," he says sarcastically her portrait swinging open the boy disappearing inside.

'Why you're not insane my boy,' that evil voice chuckles, 'I'm here mearly for your servies,'

"Well I don't need it," the boy blurts out catching the attention of some first years who looked at each other confused.

'But you do,'

"For what?" he continues passing the fireplace heading up the winding stairs.

'For whatever your heart desires,'

Pausing, "That sounds ridiculous," Harry states busting through the boys room, Ron nowhere to be seen, "Ron?"

'He's gone,'

"What'd you do to him?"

'Nothing,' the voice grins, 'I just followed your wish,'

Baffled, "What wish?" he asks not getting an answer, "What wish!" he yells all alone.