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Tuesdays were horrible days in Harry's opinion. Everything bad happened on Tuesdays. Today was no different. He had woken up late, Emmett and Edward were out hunting so they were too busy to be his alarm clock. After waking up late, Harry had to skip breakfast and ignore everybody so he could get in his car and be on time.

He was late.

If that wasn't enough, they were having a pop quiz in Pre Cal that he was not ready for. The teen was pretty sure that he failed that as well. In history, they had reports that were due, and Harry's was at home on his desk. Emmett had felt really bad about that. But when he tried to tell the teacher that Harry was his partner she gave them both detentions for that night. English, they started their research paper, and in Art –which seemed to be his only break so far- they had to paint what they were feeling. The wizard had gotten praised for his picture. It was blurred swirls and bright explosions of all colors of the rainbow.

Then came lunch. Was it bad enough that the sun decided to pop out? Oh no, you see, somebody named Mike Newton, decided that since Harry's boyfriends weren't there to defend him, he could make yet another move on the boy. And since Harry had to buy lunch because he left his at home, it would be perfect. Apparently it would also be perfect to start a conversation by groping Harry's ass. But Harry did not think so. He turned around, punched Mike in the face and stomped right out of the cafeteria. He went right to his car and drove home without even thinking about it.

He wasn't very surprised that Sirius was the only one home, or that the man was passed out on the couch. Harry walked upstairs and locked himself in his room. No one saw him or knew he was home until later.

A/N: CLIFF HANGER!!!!!!!! :D Sorry.