A/N: Once again, I'm supposed to be doing maths revision, but I've just lost hope in trying to understand it, so here we go

Ugh, I keep having to remind myself that I don't own Harry Potter :(

Harry's Primary School Days

After the close shave Harry had had with that stupid question, he vowed to himself that he'd never let what was happening back at Privet Drive slip. He'd never show any signs, or ever seem injured or seem too distracted.

Little did Harry know, this was going to be very difficult.

/

Nervousness radiated off Harry and Alex could felt it. Frequent swallowing, eyes darting, the hand on the back of his neck. He had been nervous but why?

What colour are your bedroom walls painted, Harry?

Did he not have a bedroom?

No that's impossible, if you live in a house you have a bedroom. Even if you share it.

Ah, that would've been it.

What colour are your bedroom walls painted, Harry?

He shared his room. It wasn't solely his. And he had gotten the wrong idea. Right?

/

Once Ms Williams had finished the register, she ran through what they were going to do that day. English, maths, geography, religious education and history. All fine. The one Harry was dreading was Physical Education, then he'd have to get changed, and move about.

The past few years, Harry managed by changing impeccably fast, and sat on the floor so the teacher wouldn't see. But Ms Williams seemed particularly interested in poor Harry and eyed him a lot.

He was broken out of his reverie when he heard a voice in his ear.

'Oi, Freak!' Dudley began in a harsh whisper, 'Freak!' Harry turned his head towards the whale of a boy sharply. 'What?' He replied.

'Is your birth certificate is an apology letter from the condom factory?!'

'Oh, har har.' And he turned back to his desk to see Ms Williams at his table. His cheeks reddened and his ears slowly perked up.

'You okay there, Harry? Know what to do?' She had given them all a sheet that they had to complete for English. 'Oh, erm, yeah, yeah.'

/

Condoms. Both Dudley and Harry knew what they were at the age of 9. Should they have known? Was there more to this than meets the eye?

No. she was simply over reacting, jumping to conclusions. You know how they are at this age. Curious. And they had asked the question and they got the answer.

/

Thankfully, maths went by without an incident. But now, it was break.

Harry sat on his usual bench, looking at his nails.

Ms Williams knew that they knew what condoms were. Harry internally groaned. God, what is she going to think now?

His train of thoughts was interrupted when Dudley and his so-called friends waddled over to him.

'Aha, I see the Fuck-Up Fairy has visited us again!' Harry threw on a dirty scowl. 'C'mon. Let's have a go at him!' Dudley called out, 'See if he ends up on the roof again!'

Oh, God.

Harry Hunting.

/

Alex had been looking out of the window, smiling as she looked at all the boys and girls play happily on the playground. But then her eyes wandered towards a small blue bench on which a small, skinny boy sat. Harry.

Then 5 much larger boys shuffled over to him, shouting and grabbing him by his tie. Her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows contracted. Was this there idea of play? Harry didn't seem to be objecting. It must have been.

/

Harry hid behind the bins, hoping not to be seen until the whistle blew. He hated his life more than anything.

No friends, no family, no care. And it was miserable.

He moved his head against the brick was he was crouching with his back to, looking at the sky. His eyes turning towards the whips of grey sky above him.

Harry was fighting tears. Was this his life? It was crap. Day after day, year after year, nothing ever got better. And he doubted it ever would.

And each day was repetitive.

Every day bringing pain.

Constant pain.

/

A/N: Too depressing? I kind of needed an outlet though, because I completely flunked my maths and now my mum's gonna be all disappointed. (JAPANESE MOTHERS UGH) Besides that's, I'm well how are you guys?

Thanks for the reviews, last chapter, again they made me smile so so so much :) so, thank you!

Also, I just want to clear something up in case any of you are confused. I say 'grabbing him by his tie' and I can see that a lot of the people who are reading this are from a country where you don't have uniforms. So in the UK, school kids usually have ties as part of their uniform (except my weird-ass school, only boys wear ties?)

PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! It gives me that much more motivation and inspiration. And it also lets me know what you guys want to see happen in future chapters. Any suggestions?

Thanks so much for reading, as usual! I'll see you in a couple of days with the next chapter!