A surprisingly fast update I know, but I'm really into this fanfic right now so thought I'd use that to my advantage. Also, I'm going on holiday in 11 days and I fancy having up to Chapter 5 done and up here by then. :)

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From the moment that Harry stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room, he knew that he didn't belong there anymore. Although the room itself was warm, the atmosphere felt icy to him. Students were sat in small groups, mostly just talking quietly. Harry knew that by now the whole of Gryffindor would have to know about what had happened in Charms.

Harry stood still, looking around nervously. It was at that moment that one of the younger Gryffindor students, a girl with long brown hair, noticed his presence. She tapped her friend on the shoulder and whispered something. Suddenly everyone in the Common Room was staring at him, and Harry felt sure that if looks could kill, he would have stood no chance against them all. Cold glares that felt as though they were literally cutting him apart were directed at him from every angle.

Harry began to walk quickly across the large room, as he knew that if he stood still for much longer the Gryffindors would start coming over to him to ask questions. He couldn't see the Golden Gang anywhere, which did nothing to improve the cold feeling of dread in his stomach. All eyes were on Harry as he walked up the stairs, and he did his very best to ignore them. He wanted to appear as though he didn't care, whereas in reality he was sweating and felt as though he was going to be sick.

He finally reached the top of the stairs and turned the corner, feeling slightly relieved that he was no longer in everyone's view. Harry planned on going straight to sleep in the hope that this would help him to avoid the Golden Gang.

However, when he stepped into the Fifth Year boy's dormitory, all hope of avoiding the angry Gryffindors evaporated completely. The whole of the Golden Gang were stood in the room, and Harry immediately found himself with six wands pointed at him.

Ron Weasley walked over towards Harry, stopping only inches away from him. The red-haired boy then proceeded to spit in Harry's face. Harry flinched, but didn't say a word. He felt warm saliva slowly running down his face, and closed his lips tightly. Ron was glaring at him, a look even worse than the one he had given Harry in Charms.

"You fucking traitor," he hissed, "does honour mean NOTHING to you?" The redhead's face was quickly turning magenta, and Harry briefly wondered if it might explode. He wiped the spit off his face, and stood up to his full height.

"Honour? If honour means being a spare part for you lot, I'd rather not have it," replied Harry, though he immediately regretted speaking. He knew from experience that staying quiet was always the best option in these situations, especially seeing as he had never seen the Golden Gang look so angry. He could feel his pulse increasing, and could hear his blood roaring in his ears.

Ron obviously thought Harry had said the wrong thing as well, as he gave the boy who lived a hard shove, a cruel smile crossing his features as Harry stumbled back against the now closed door.

Harry felt his back slam hard against the wooden door, and a dull pain quickly set in. This pain caused Harry to lose focus, and he had no time to dodge Ron's fist as it came quickly towards his face.

Crunch. As Ron's hand made contact with his face, Harry cried out in pain. The fist made contact on his cheekbone, and Harry's head slammed back against the door. He felt the area around his cheekbone begin to swell immediately.

Instinctively, Harry went to hit Ron back as hard as he could. However, before he even got close to hitting the other boy, a girls voice shouted from the other side of the room.

"Petrificus Totalus!" screamed Hermione Granger, and Harry immediately felt his arms and legs snap to his sides. He couldn't move a single muscle, so there was nothing that he could do as he fell face down onto the stone floor.

Harry had seen the same thing happen to Neville Longbottom in their first year at Hogwarts, but he hadn't realised how painful it was to fall without any arms or legs to protect your face.

Harry felt his face smash against the floor, and then felt the first trickle of blood as it ran down his forehead. He had already resigned himself to the fact that he would have a few nasty bruises by morning, but he was grateful that he had at least avoided falling on his nose and breaking it. Surely the Golden Gang would consider this enough torture?

Apparently they hadn't, as Harry soon felt a pair of hands on his side, roughly grabbing him and rolling him over. He was forced to look up at Dean Thomas, as he couldn't move an inch. Harry tried hard to ignore the pain that he felt in his forehead, and began hoping as hard as he could that they would unbind him soon, as he was extremely uncomfortable.

The whole gang were stood around Harry now, all with their feet very close to his body as he lay on his back on the cold stone floor. Lavender Brown suddenly spoke.

"Are you ready everyone? 3…2…1…GO!" Before Harry had a chance to even wonder what was going on, each member of the Golden Gang kicked him as hard as they could. All of them were wearing shoes, and the six hard kicks at various points of his body caused a pain that was almost unbearable. Worst of all was Ron's kick – Ron had deliberately stood right by Harry's face, and his dirty trainer hit only inches away from Harry's right eye.

The kicks didn't stop after the first one though; the Gryffindor's continued their brutal attacking. They kicked Harry again and again, bruising what seemed like every inch of his immobile body. Harry was held deadly still by the full body bind, but if he had been able to move he would have been screaming in agony. In his present situation, the only signs that he was feeling any pain were the tears rolling down his bloody cheeks and the look of agony in his green eyes.

Harry had never felt so much pain in his life, even when he had faced Voldemort. He had always known that the Golden Gang could be cruel, but he had never imagined that they would stoop low enough to kick a boy frozen by a full body bind, especially so hard and for such a long time. It felt as though they were never going to tire of abusing him.

Finally though, a clock chimed midnight. In Harry's semi-conscious state the sound seemed as though it was a very long way away, but the clock was actually standing on Seamus Finnegan's bedside table.

"Right. That'll do. I think that's enough of a punishment for the traitor." Said Ron, looking down at Harry with a deeply satisfied look on his face. The Golden Gang then each took a turn in spitting on the boy who lived one last time. Finally, through his blurry vision, Harry saw a foot raised above his face. His groggy mind instantly began working at high speed.

'Oh my god. No, NO!!! Fuck, NO!!!!' he thought frantically, but it was no use. Ron's foot came down hard on Harry's already bruised face, and Harry felt his nose break. The world around him began to dim, and Harry was grateful that he could no longer see the laughing faces of the Golden Gang.

Harry was so far from being fully conscious that he barely felt Parvati Patil and Seamus Finnegan drag him roughly under his bed by his hair, though he knew that it would be agony in the morning.

Now that the Golden Gang had finished 'teaching Harry his lesson', the girls left the room and Harry heard Ron, Dean and Seamus getting into bed. A few minutes later he heard Neville Longbottom come into the room. He asked them what had happened to Harry, but the three boys wouldn't give an answer.

Eventually all of the others fell asleep, and Harry was left alone to stare at the underside of his bed whilst trying desperately not to choke on his own blood. He knew that it was going to be a long night.

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That night was the longest one that Harry had ever had to endure. He managed to pass some of the time by thinking of the good time that he'd had the day before with the Slytherins, but he began to wonder if they would think him pathetic for getting beaten up so spectacularly by the Golden Gang.

He certainly couldn't go through with this every day; every muscle was aching from the harsh kicks of the Gryffindors and many of the wounds induced by them were still bleeding heavily. Pain was pulsing through Harry's body, and he fell in and out of consciousness several times throughout the night.

As the hours passed slowly, the realisation dawned on Harry that the chances of the Golden Gang unbinding him in the morning were slim to none. In his semi-alert state, his imagination began to run away with him as he began picturing scenarios where he was left bleeding under the bed for so long that he died, or even worse, he rotted but couldn't die. It took a good half hour for Harry to realise that this wasn't actually possible, but at least his frenzied thoughts were making time pass at least a little bit faster.

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When Seamus Finnegan's alarm clock began to ring at 7am, Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of hope at the thought of being released from his dark prison under the bed. There was no such luck though, as all four of the Gryffindor boys showered and got ready, and the Golden Gang didn't give Neville so much as a hint as to where Harry was. He tried screaming until he was red in the face, but it did no good. His lips were sealed as tightly as if they'd been superglued shut.

The last shred of hope that Harry had was shattered as the door to the dormitory closed behind the four boys. He was stuck under his bed at least until that evening, by which time Harry was beginning to think he might have died of boredom and from the pain. He didn't even dare to think of the awful bruises which were throbbing on every inch of his body.

Just as the boy who lived resigned himself to an indefinite stay on the bloodstained floor under his bed, the dormitory door swung open again, and Harry heard Neville's voice shout down into the main area of the common room.

"Yeah, I've just forgotten my er…watch! I'll be down in a minute," he shouted, closing the dormitory door once he was inside. As soon as the accident-prone Gryffindor was inside the room, Harry heard him start to walk around, looking in the corners, the bathroom and finally, under the beds.

"Harry? Are you here?" asked Neville, a note of worry in his voice. Harry wanted to reply but was still held rigid by the body bind. He could hear Neville only a few feet away, he was checking underneath Ron's bed so surely he would find Harry any second.

"Harry?" he asked again, as he walked over to Harry's bed and bent down. "Are you…Oh my god." Neville stopped talking abruptly as he caught sight of Harry's bruised body. A warm feeling of relief washed over Harry, and for a moment he almost forgot the pain that he was feeling.

Neville took hold of Harry's feet and slowly pulled him out from under the bed. When he saw Harry's face, for a second he looked as though he was going to be sick, but the plump boy quickly shed that expression and replaced it with one of concern.

"Oh my god Harry, what happened?" He asked, and then took into account the fact that Harry couldn't move. After a quick look at Harry, Neville seemed to realise that it was the Full Body Bind and cast the counter curse. Harry's limbs were suddenly free to move from his sides, and he gasped as the pain in his sides and left arm suddenly became much worse.

"I got in a bit of trouble," he muttered, not wanting to relive the memory of the previous night. He'd had plenty of time to think about the events overnight. Neville understood what Harry meant and his eyes grew wide instantly.

"You mean that…Christ," he said, looking as though he wasn't sure what else to say. At that moment, another voice, Ron's voice shouted from down the stairs.

"Neville? Hurry up you stupid git!" Ron had probably meant that as a 'joke', but Neville visibly flinched at the term 'stupid git'. Harry couldn't blame him; it was hardly a friendly thing to say. Neville looked as though he was panicking, then ran towards the door.

"I'm sorry Harry, I really am…But please, don't tell them it was me who helped you out, they'll kill me," he said hurriedly, a regretful look in his eyes. Harry knew that it was stupid to be so afraid of the Golden Gang, but he could see Neville's point and he nodded his head.

"Thanks Neville, seriously," he said as the plump Gryffindor left the room. Harry had never felt more grateful towards anyone in his life. If it hadn't been for Neville, he could have been stuck under the bed for days before anyone even really noticed that he was missing. Who knew how many more beatings he would have had to endure?

Harry waiting a while until all sound from the Common Room had died away. Once he was sure that everyone else had gone downstairs for breakfast, Harry gingerly picked himself up off the cold floor, struggling not to cry out in agony as he did so. His whole body was hurting him, but his left side and his right arm were particularly bad. Harry didn't even dare to look in the mirror at his face; he knew that he would probably be sick if he did.

Glancing at Seamus' alarm clock, he realised that it was 8 o'clock now and that he was going to be late for breakfast. Harry didn't bother getting changed, and avoided the mirror as he left the dormitory for the Great Hall.

Harry decided that he would sit as far away from the Golden Gang as possible during breakfast, probably up with the first years. He could only hope that his bruises and cuts wouldn't draw too much attention.

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