finally its the 2nd chapter i hope you enjoy

Hey guys this is a harry's depressed and he self harms and smokes fanfiction. emo harry potter, slytherin harry, abused harr,y enjoy light side bashing, and oh its Sirius bashing sorry(not sorry)
"Speaking"
~hissing~

may not post regularly
All harry's pov
please R&R

beta-ed by the wonderful bladerchickoo1 for editing this story

The train comes to a complete stop and I quickly go to the luggage compartment and grabbing my suitcase. I was greatly surprised by the height and body of Draco, I thought he was hot last year but now… I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands to myself.

I approach the castle doors and I am pleasantly surprised to see Draco leisurely leaning against the wall right inside the doors. I hide the grin that appears on my face and saunter over to him, making sure to sway my hips as I go, and basking in the glory of seeing him drool and stare at my… lower anatomy, which isn't much of a secret with these pants.

I finally stand right in front of him and suddenly all my former courage goes away when he places his hands lightly on my hips and draws soothing circles with his thumbs while giving me this strange look that I can't quite decipher. I make an embarrassing squeaking sound when Blaise clears his throat and I frantically step away from Draco, a heavy blush painting my cheeks.

Draco starts heading towards the doors to the great hall but I quickly grab his wrist stopping him, "Can I talk to you for a second," I ask quietly but still loud enough to be heard over all of the students.

"Ok," he returns clearly confused, Pansy and Blaise quickly stop what they're doing too until I say, "Alone." They give me suspicious looks but don't follow us as I drag Draco into one of the closet doors, which happens to be a random classroom for a subject that I don't take.

I look up at Draco and meet his eyes knowing that the look he's giving me could end in a matter of minutes and I don't want to give that up. I clear my throat, "What's about to happen… I'm sorry, I'm probably about to betray your trust, but I do want to be you're friend."

"Hey, it's okay," he says softly, placing his hands on my hips in the same place they were in the hallway.

"Maybe," I whisper, and quickly leave the room. I don't see Draco drop his hands to his sides, or hear his whispered, "Damn it Harry."

I quickly enter the great hall and sit next to Neville, who immediately recognizes me and whispers almost in disbelief, "Harry is that you?"

"Yep it is Nev, and I love it!"

"Good for you, it's nice seeing you well… happy, mate."
"And it's nice seeing you with your own wand," I say smiling back at Neville's already beaming face.

"Gran was so happy that you were sending me letters that she took me to Ollivanders and bought me a wand, my wand."

"Anything for you Nev," I say, poking him which makes him squawk, and playfully bump my shoulder with his.

I go to call Neville out for being a life size teddy bear, only to be pushed towards the table by Ron.

"Do you freaks know where Harry is?" He asks with contempt.

I turn my head around and look at Ron in a new light, I knew he was a jealous little thief but I didn't know he was a complete and utter bully.

"Well…" he drawls.

"No, no we haven't," I say not willing to reveal my identity just yet.

"Don't use that tone of voice with me fag," he smirks, clearly loving the attention of all the people who are watching the argument.

"So what if I'm a fag," I question evenly, and bring my hand to swipe my hair out of my eyes so he can see me glaring at him.

He laughs, "That's- that's hilarious the freaks a pillow biter. I wonder how many guys have fucked you, the slut that you are."

Before he can respond... or grab his wand I wrap my hand around his neck and use the other one to hold my wand to his temple. Ignoring the gasps of shock I lean into his face and with clenched teeth whisper, "I could kill you right here right now, and if you ever call me a freak again, I swear I will make sure you are tortured even in your afterlife, do you understand?" I whisper dangerously.

"Yes… fag," he says after I push him away.

"Alright pedophile," I sing. I laugh when he stomps away like a toddler who is quickly followed by Hermione.

"Nice Harry…." Nev says giving me a high five. "I'm going to miss you," he says sighing softly.

"Me to Nev, me too," I whisper not loud enough to hear me.

Dumblefuck's voice is heard throughout the whole room and the sorting of the first years starts. I pay attention to this ceremony knowing it's going to mine too. As the last kid sits down at his respective table of Ravenclaw, Dumbledore stands up to say the final words which will conclude the sorting and start the feast. I stand up, dozens of pairs of eye are looking at me curiously, and I yell, "I demand a resorting!"

Dumbledore looks at me, quite not recognizing me so he says in his normal godfatherly façade, "Sure, my boy."

I make my way to the stool and one by one I cast a quick glance at each of the teachers, lingering on Snape my future head of house. When I meet his eyes I know he immediately recognizes me by that shocked look on his face. His usually calm and composed look, thanks to him mastering occlumency, is nowhere to be found.

I sit on the stool, and before Dumble places the hat on my head he asks, "What is your name my boy?"

I smirk and say loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, "Harry Potter!"