Love? Chapter 3:
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. But I do own the fabulous Professor Skirrder and any other new Characters. Which there will be. Maybe even a vampire.
Harry lightly ran his hands over his sore body; as he let the water cascade down. The tears started to escape his eyes the more he tried to wash his abused body. He final gave up trying to wash his self and leaned his head against the wall. He was contemplating whether or not he was going to talk to Mr. Skirrder. He didn't really know what to tell him. He couldn't tell much anyways. Between the abuse and the order, he really couldn't talk about much but he needed to talk to someone. He sat there for 5 minutes with his head against the wall before he heard a knock.
"Can you hurry up? We need showers to ya know?"
Harry didn't respond. He merely turned off the shower. He pulled back the curtain and grabbed his towel. He wrapped it lousy around him before he stepped out of the shower. After drying his hair with the towel Harry put it back on the Towel rack and used a drying and cleaning spell on himself. He checked all his glamour's and then got dressed.
He grabbed his clothes and threw them down a laundry shoot. He opened the door to the bathroom to find no one outside.
He ran to his dorm and grabbed his bag and books and headed down to the Great Hall.
Neville, Seamus and Dean sat by Hermione and Ron at the beginning of the table. So he walked all the way to the end. Suddenly whispers could be heard. The first years. He really did get quite tired of the attention
He sat quietly at the end beside a couple of 7th years who ignored him. He quietly played with his food; only taking minimal bits. He really wasn't hungry. He usually wasn't after he had dreams as bad as the one last night. McGonagall walked down the table and handed everyone their schedules.
"Mr. Potter, is there a reason your not sitting with your friends?"
"We kinda got in a row." He said as she handed him his schedule.
"Well you could see Mr. Skirrder. Maybe he could help you out."
"I think I might Professor. Thank you for the advice."
"Of course." She said as she walked off to finish giving out schedules.
Harry's schedule was:
1st hour: History of magic
2nd hour: Charms
3rd hour; DADA
4th Hour: Potions
Lunch
5th hour: Potions
6th hour: Free Hour
7th hour: Divination
8th hour: DADA.
The prospect of having History of Magic first didn't seem to appealing. But he did like that he had a break between Potions. As well as the free hour. That would help him a great deal this year.
Harry took a few more bites before he started to head to History of magic.
Harry quickly walked past Hermione and Ron and headed for his destination.
Harry was on his way to his second hour of potions when out of nowhere Harry was thrust against the wall.
"Hello Potter." Said an extremely ugly Goyle
"We are gonna have to pound you up." Said Crabbe as he stood in front of Harry
"Yeah cause ever since Draco talked to you he's been acting weird." Said Goyle as he pushed his fist harder into Harry's pained chest. Because glamour's didn't heal broken ribs.
Harry's breathing became harsh. He scratched at Goyle's wrist. He was beginning to see spots.
"What do you think your doing?" Yelled Professor Skirrder as he ran up the hall. Goyle dropped Harry and began to run. Crabbe followed right behind him.
Harry sat on the ground heaving. Mr. Skirrder quickly ran to Harry's side.
"Are you all right?"
The answer was pretty obvious with the way he was breathing.
"Come on lets get you to the Hospital wing Sweetie."
"Na-No. I'm fine. Really." Said Harry. He didn't want to go to Hospital wing unless he direly needed it.
"Well lets go to my office then. Okay?"
Harry nodded and let Professor Skirrder help him up. When they were a few feet from Professor Skirrder's office Harry spoke up."
"Uh? I think I'm fine now. I really should head to potions. Professor Snape really doesn't like Gryffindors and-"
'"I don't think so young man. Come along. And if he has a problem he can take it up with me." Professor Skirrder said as he lay a hand on Harry's back and lightly lead him to his office.
He opened the door and lead Harry into his office. Harry had never seen an office like this one. On the table was a small rainbow flag on a small pool, held on a dome holder. On the walls were all kind of Posters. Like the lame "Hang in there." one with the hanging kitten on it, and so on.
"Now sit Harry. I've been wanting to talk to you." Said Professor Skirrder as he took a seat at his desk. He grabbed a kettle and mini burner from a small table, and began making the tea.
"You have?"
"Yes. I wanted to make sure everything was all right. I saw that you sat by yourself this morning at breakfast. When I consulted Minerva about it she said that you and your friends had a row. May I ask what about?" He handed Harry his cup and took a sip from his own. He set his cup down and leaned forward. Ready to hear what Harry had to say.
"Uh-um, well. It's not something I think I should, well tell."
"Harry dear, it's all right. I'm a therapist. It's my job to keep other peoples secrets." He said with a smile.
"Well It's just that… Ron and Hermione… they did something that I really felt, betrayed by and…" Harry stopped and looked at the ground, unsure if he should continue or not.
"It's all right. I can see that you need someone to talk to. I want you to come to my office once a day. At least for 10 minutes a day. Okay?"
"Uh, yes Sir."
"Good." Now get off to potions. We don't want Severus to be mad at you Dear."
Harry grabbed his back pack and stood up.
"Thank you Professor."
"Your welcome. And by the way. I want you to come to come later today. This doesn't count for today's 10 minutes okay.'
"Yes Sir."
"Good. See you then."
Harry nodded and headed out the door.
Now all Mr. Skirrder had to do was do the same with a certain platinum blond by the name of Malfoy.
Harry quickly ran to potions. As soon as he sat down the bell rang. Ron smiled at him from across the room but he just ignored him, and began to work on his potion. He wasn't ready to forgive him and Hermione. He felt extremely betrayed.
After his free hour he went to Divination. Neville and Seamus sat by Harry.
"Hermione told us what the problem is Harry." Said Neville as he flipped to the page assigned on the board.
"We understand how you feel but-"
"No you guys don't. I appreciate it and all but you just don't."
"Well if you told us Harry maybe we would be able to-"
Harry's fist hit the desk in pure anger.
"IT'S BAD ENOUGH BEING THE FUCKING BOY WHO LIVED. CAN'T I JUST KEEP A FREAKING PART OF MY LIFE TO MYSELF. ACTUALLY HAVE SOMETHING THAT EVERYONE IN THE WORLD DOESN'T ALREADY KNOW ABOUT!!" The classroom was silent and everyone sat staring at Harry.
"M- Mr. Potter? I do believe you need to go see Professor Skirrder. "She wrote a note on a small piece of parchment." I want you to go straight to his office."
Harry stood and harshly took the note. But not before glaring at Neville and Seamus.
Harry knocked on Professor Skirrders door.
Professor Skirrder quickly opened the door. Oh Harry. Professor Trewlany fire called me and told me what happened. Come in and lets talk.
Harry stepped in angrily and sat down in the chair. Professor Skirrder sat on the front of his desk.
"So what do you want to talk about Harry?"
Harry sat there in silence for awhile.
'It's just- there's so much crap going on- I just-urgh"
"It's all right one thing at a time."
"It's just. I don't know. Sometimes, a lot of the time I feel so… alone. Like there's no one who understands. There's no one who can. It just feels like there's no I can, trust." Harry's hands swiped at his eyes. He really didn't want to cry in front of this stranger.
Professor Skirrder reached over his desk and pulled open a drewer. He pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to Harry.
"Tha-thank you"
"No problem Sweetie."
"Now, why do you feel alone? If you have so many friends?"
Harry finished wiping his tears; but still held onto the handkerchief.
"It's just, ever since Ron and Hermione, and Seamus and Dean have been dating people it just seems like-"
"Like you're the only one without somebody."
"Yeah. And I want to date but there are…problems."
"What kinda problems?"
"Well with Voldemort on the loose I'm afraid that if I date someone that they will get caught in the middle. And The other thing is… well Professor Dumbledore told me not to tell anybody."
"It's all right you can tell me. I won't turn it into some news scandal."
'Well I told Professor Dumbledore last year that I was, um, well like, you."
"Like me? Oh, You mean your gay?" Said Professor Skirrder with a small smile.
"Yes and Professor Dumbledore doesn't want me to tell anybody. He's afraid no ones going to want a fag for a hero. Those were his exact words."
"Oh my. Well I'll have to have a talk with-"
"No please don't. You can't tell anyone. S-s-someone might find out." Harry began to stare into space. He was called back when Professor Skirrder's hand waved in front of his face.
"Harry dear?"
"Yes Sir?" Said a slightly shaken Harry.
"Harry I'm willing to help you with anything you need okay? You can come to me any time you need to. Even in the middle of the night. I know what it's like. To be afraid of people finding out. To face their reactions, their disappointment at what you are. I may not know what all your going through. And I know it may feel like Hell. But it helps to talk about it. And I'm willing to do what ever it takes to help. You got that young man?"
"Yes Sir." Said Harry as he handed professor Skirrder his handkerchief.
"Oh no. You keep it with you. I have plenty. Now lets see there's about 15 minutes until my next class starts. And your in it. And there's no use for you to go back to Divination. So how about a game of wizards chess? I'm exceptionally good."
"That would be nice." Said Harry as he tucked the handkerchief into his robe pocket. Professor Skirrder grabbed a wizards chess board from a cupboard and set it one th desk. And for the next 15 minutes Harry played wizard chess with his newest… friend?
Well there's Chapter 3. It's so long. Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've been grounded because I lied to my Mom about my sisters ex boyfriend bike riding 20 miles to our house in the middle of the night. And with the flash drive business. But good news, I'm working on Chapter 4. I'll try and have it done by Tuesday as a treat and an apology for updating so late. I will try and update either on the weekends or on a Monday. Either one. Between there. At least once a week. Around September and on it might become less. I'm starting collage at "ITT technical Institute." And between a job and school, well lets just say I'll try. I'll answer any questions you have in chapter 4. It's 2:18 in the morning and I want to get this up. And, oh I can't remember your screen name, but the person who offered to be my beta I would love for you to do it for me. I'm not giving this one to you because I wanted to update as soon as I found my flash drive. Well I want you guy's and Dolls to review, review, review. It really inspires me. And if you have an idea or question, review as well. I'll respond to questions on the next fic. Well thanks and Toodles!