Hello all, wow I think this is the fastest I've posted three chappies, LOVE THE REVIEWS!

Harry's head wasn't in his schoolwork for he rest of the week. Several people asked him if he needed to go to the infirmary and he was even assigned extra homework in charms which he usually did best in.

Finally it was Saturday, but that didn't help things any, he was twitchy all day.

"Harry, you all right mate?"

"Stop asking me that Ron."

"Fine, I'll ask." Said Hermione.

"It's nothing you guys-WAH!" Yelped Harry.

"Really?" asked Hermione as she picked up the book she had just purposefully dropped on the floor.

"I hope you choke." Said Harry glumly to Ron who was laughing his arse off.

"Sorry mate, that was perfect."

"Whatever, I'm going to bed."

"Harry, it's only eight 'O clock."

"Well you guys are tiring me out, besides, if I'm as skittish as you say some sleep would calm my nerves. Night."

"See you Harry."

"See you."

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"Harry, you showed." Said a mock surprised Draco.

"Yeah, yeah, how'd you see through my cloak?"

"You're getting too tall for, saw the bottom of your trainers. 'C mon the others are waiting,"

"Others?"

"You'll see." With that, he led him into the Room of Requirements.

Inside there were four people. Out of the group, Harry recognized only Blaise Zabini, a first year Hufflepuff named Allen Brown, and a sixth year Ravenclaw named McKenzie Payne.

"You know Blaise, Allen, and Kenzie. This is Davis Jones; he's a sixth year Slytherins. And of course you all know the famous Harry Potter."

"Sod off Malfoy."

"Which brings us to rules."

"Rules?"

"More like an unspoken code of conduct." Interjected Allen.

"So why are we speaking them?" asked Blaise.

"Shut up, all of you. Harry," Harry's eyebrow quirked at the use of his given name, "first rule: First names in here."

"Kay, I can do that."

"Second rule: nothing leaves the room. And third rule: Nobody can find out."

"Got it, so… what are we keeping people from finding out?" asked Harry.

"Our dirty little secrets." Said Davis with a grin.

"That American rock's rotting your brain."

"Shut it Draco, you like it too."

"Man you guys are scatter-brained."

"Arg! Back on subject, as much as I don't want to admit it, Davis is right. We all have secrets, secrets we work hard to conceal. This is where we get to be totally honest with who we are behind the secrets. You don't have to tell us what it is though."

"Hmm, sounds like a pity group."

"Harry, come here, I want a word with you." Said Kenzie who hadn't spoken once since he'd gotten there.

Harry complied and fallowed her to the back of the room.

"This isn't a pity group." She started with authority. "If you're going to label it call it a support group. But you shouldn't label it. This is up to you, you in or out?" with that she left not giving him time to answer.

He stayed in that spot for a while just watching the way they all interacted. They all seemed to be getting along well. He even saw Mal- no, Draco laugh. A genuine laugh not the cynical O-I-am-so-evil-and-you-so-stupid laugh. Who knew? Maybe this was the place, maybe he could belong. Shoot, if Draco could do it…

As he approached the group they all looked up at him with polite questioning expressions.

"Look, I'll give it a try… and I'm sorry about earlier." He said sheepishly.

"We get it, it's fine." said Draco.

"So… what do we do?" asked Harry.

"Usually it depends on the mood of the group, today we're just hanging out, listening to music and junk. Speaking of which, hit it Davis!" explained Allen.

With that, Davis lifted a remote over his shoulder and pushed a button. Immediately laud music filled the room.

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor Beaten why for

Can't take much more

When Harry lifted his eyebrow in puzzlement Draco filled him in.

"You're not the only one who knows how to banish magic, although your way does work much better."

"Hmm." Harry offered as he nodded his head.

One- nothing's wrong with me

Two- nothing's wrong with me

Three- nothing's wrong with me

Four- nothing's wrong with me

One- something's got to give

Two- something's got to give

Three- something's got to give

Harry found it was very easy to talk to them and even enjoyed himself. Everything seemed perfect and with the song pumping in the background, he slowly started to head bang without realizing it in the form of a very quick nod. He only noticed when Davis jumped up and suggested they stopped holding back. They readily complied.

Now

Let the bodies hit the floor

Push me again

This is the end

Skin against skin blood and bone

You're all by your self yet you're all alone

You wanted in now you're hear

Driven by hate consumed by fear

Let the bodies hit the floor

Another songchappie I know, but I love this song and after I looked up the lyrics, I couldn't help myself. For those of you who are musically challenged the song was 'bodies' by Drowning Pool. If you don't have anything to say in a review please click the button anyway and just type in '1234' (unless you happen to be a stubborn sharpie LOL) so that I know somebody read it.

-Peace.

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