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This chapter does include slight mentions of rape if you squint, and it does include self harming, but not too extreme.

Alone

Harry managed to get through the evening without even seeing George, as he wasn't home, but if the post-it note on Harry's door was anything to go by, he felt guilty for hitting him, and wouldn't be doing it anytime soon.

However, that didn't stop Harry from hurting on the inside, his heart aching for his little girl and the love of his life. He knew he'd never have a life completely free of pain, but why did he have to hurt more than the average person; especially at his age.

If God exists, Harry though, he must be a cruel bastard, because what God would put a child through so much pain?

Harry could feel himself scratching at his skin, the pain almost welcoming. A lack of pain was wrong, and he needed more. The physical pain will take away the emotional. It will make him forget.

Like alcohol makes George forget.

That thought was a little unnerving, and he pushed it aside, deciding that it would be a good idea just to go to bed, and get up extra early to do his homework.

After a long and loud night, Harry finally crawled out of bed at about 4:30, pulling his homework out. He did his Spanish first, then his math. The rest followed shortly, and an hour later, Harry jumped in the shower, freshening up.

He picked out a t-shirt and jeans, and threw the hoodie on over the top, hoping he didn't get too hot. He grabbed some breakfast and with a quick decision, he grabbed his car keys and drove to school for the first time.

Again, his first lesson was Spanish, so he instantly went to class, ignoring how early he was. Mr. Schue was already there, and was shocked Harry was there.

"That song you sang yesterday in Glee club … You've lost a child, haven't you?" The words were cautious, and Harry appreciated it, but it wouldn't make a difference. He'd still have to answer the question.

Being the first to class wasn't a great thing.

"Yeah, a little girl," Harry responded, not looking at the man that somehow reminded him of his father, "Ginny was six months gone when it happened, and her labour was induced. If that wasn't bad enough, Ginny was murdered a month later, leaving me all alone."

Harry thought back to something McGonagall said the day he announced he was leaving, when she thought he was out of earshot.

Who is going to hold him now?

He had ignored her words, but now, thinking about it, he needed someone to hold him at night after a nightmare, someone that didn't get angry that he had woken them, because the ones that cared were gone, and he was alone.

Harry scrubbed at his cheeks, hating the fact he was crying yet again. At 2, he had learnt not to cry, but now, he can't seem to stop.

Luckily, he was saved by Kurt's appearance, and they two boys quickly engaged in a conversation, leaving Mr. Schue to his thoughts.

He had sat down and read Harry's file the night before, and realised Harry had many problems and issues that should be dealt with.

Coming from a warzone, Harry would have lost people, but Mr. Schue had no idea that there would be so many issues. He's lost not only parents, but a little girl, someone who loves him, and probably most of his friends.

He was abused by his guardians and teachers, causing Harry to be untrusting and the words he sung were the only information his new friends got from him, and Mr. Schue didn't know whether he wanted to hide the small boy from harm or find who damaged him and kill them.

Harry Potter was alone, with no one to hold him, and no one understood what that was like.

Students came piling in, distracting the three already there from hushed conversations and dangerous thoughts. Mr. Schue began the lesson, but his eyes never truly stopped watching Harry the entire time.

When the hour was up, Harry was called back to stay for a moment.

"Sir, I-" Harry began, pointing at the door.

"I just want to say I'm here if you need me," The teacher said, and Harry turned to leave the classroom. Moments before he vanished out, he threw a last comment over his shoulder.

"I've heard that before."

As Harry headed to Legal Studies, he thought about what Mr. Schue said. He knew the teacher was just trying to do his job, but it didn't help.

No matter what anyone said, what the truth was, Harry knew that he wasn't a child anymore and that he needed to cope alone. That meant not bothering anyone with his problems, and dealing with it alone.

But look where that got you.

The little voice in the back of his head sounded like Hermione, and he found himself shaking his head, his shoulders drooping.

He slipped into class and into his seat next to Artie, not making a sound. Artie did say hello, but Harry couldn't bring himself to respond, Hermione's voice echoing in his head.

The lesson began, and Harry didn't even bother pretending to take notes, sinking into his mind and watching Hermione dance with Ron, the brief moments of happiness they had; the quiet before the storm.

As he lost himself in the memory, the music came back to him, reminding him of how he held Ginny that night, kissing her small bump, singing soft tunes.

"Dance with me," Harry murmured softly to the woman, his hand resting on her bump. She didn't look up at him, but she interlinked her hand with his, and they began to sway softly to the music.

"Harry?" Ginny asked tentatively, "Will you make it out alive?"

Harry sighed, closing his eyes. She had been dancing on the edge of the question for a long time, and he knew she'd ask soon.

"I don't know, my love," Harry whispered, sinking to his knees, "But I do know that I'll love you and our baby girl 'til the end of time, no matter what happens to us."

He raised her top a little and kissed the bump where his baby, their baby, was growing, and he hoped she looked like her mother with Harry's eyes.

Harry was pulled back to earth by the lesson ending and he couldn't help but dash out of the room, the teacher barely finishing her dismissal. Hands on his shoulders scared him, and he swung around, raising his fist, ready to hit the person behind him. When he realised it was only Kurt he lowered his hand, but he remained tense.

"I won't be doing that again. You okay?" The question was simple, and all Harry had to do was say yes, but he was interrupted by being covered in a cold blue liquid.

"Oh, I'm so so sorry. I forgot to tell you about them!" The distressed cry from Kurt came, however, Harry couldn't see him due to his glasses being blue, "That is Karofsky and Azimio, the bullies of our school."

"Oh, okay… Kurt, could you help me to the toilets; I can't see."

Sounding flustered, Kurt continued apologising as they made their way to the bathroom, Harry trusting Kurt with his life in that second, "It's my entire fault. If I hadn't introduced myself, you wouldn't have been slushied."

"Kurt, stop fussing!" Harry snapped, taking his glasses off and putting his bag on the side, nearly missing it by an inch. Kurt had quietened, and just stood there.

Harry turned the tap on and splashed his face with water, trying to rid himself of the blue stains. He then ran his glasses under the tap and slid them onto his face.

"Why'd they do it, Kurt?" Harry asked softly, opening his bag to find his spare t-shirt. Kurt mumbled his response, so Harry asked him to repeat himself, which Kurt did with no question.

"They did it because I'm gay." The words frightened Harry, his hands stilling in his bag.

Relax; he's not your Uncle, Harry.

Again, Hermione spoke up, and again, it was no comfort. Harry knew this would be unavoidable, but his newest friend; no, he couldn't do it.

"Um, Kurt, I'm going to get changed. You go to math, I'll meet you there."

Harry wasn't sure what he was scared of, Kurt hurting him, or Kurt being disgusted in the sight of his marred body.

"Okay, good luck getting that out your hair, I'll see you in a bit," Kurt said, and Harry could tell he had hurt him, but he couldn't bear to lose him so soon, no matter how little Harry trusted him.

Harry shrugged off the stained hoodie, and shoved it into a plastic bag, frowning. He hit his hair with a quick cleaning spell, then dampening it with the water. Then, he pulled out the spare tee in his bag, closing his eyes as he pulled the dirty one off, and slipped the clean one on. He opened his eyes again, and stuffed the tee into the plastic bag. He shoved it in the bag, glad it made no difference to the weight of the bag, and left for class, hoping Kurt didn't question him.

When he got out of math, Kurt hadn't even spoken to him, and just kept his eyes on his phone or his work. However, Harry knew he was upset with him the moment Mercedes stormed up to him, a death glare on her (usually) kind face.

"You're a homophobe?" She hissed, dragging him away from the crowds of students, her tight grip making Harry uncomfortable.

"No, I am not," Harry began, snatching his wrist back, "I was going to ask him to leave anyway, it was just bad timing. I knew many gay people, trust me; I have no problem with them."

Mercedes shook her head, disbelieving of his words.

"Really, Mercedes, it's true. I've just had bad experiences with men in the same room as me when I'm getting changed, and it makes me uncomfortable, even if there is a barrier. I'd tell you why, but that would be telling you my life story, so maybe another day."

His tone became a bit lighter, but inside, he was terrified. He had just found out his friend was gay, Hermione was driving him insane and his throat was hurting from last night when he spent most of it screaming.

The truth of being alone was kicking in, and it was starting to scare him.

As Harry turned to walk to his next lesson, Mercedes caught his arm with a horrified gasp, and Harry's eyes welled with tears as she uttered the words he feared the most.

"Your arm…"

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