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After Draco walked away from the portrait, Hermione, Neville, and Ron peaked around the corner. They tip toed toward the portrait, hoping that Draco wouldn't come back.
"What do you think is going on?" Asked Neville turning to Hermione.
Hermione pondered for a moment but Ron answered for her. "I definitely think something is going on with Harry and Draco."
Hermione glared at Ron. "That much is obvious." Ron lowered his gaze in embarrassment. "But why is Draco talking with a Gryfinndor and likewise? I wish we could have heard what they were talking about."
Neville shook his head. "Maybe we should just ask them."
"I don't think so." Said Hermione. "We should follow them."
"Why don't we just leave them alone?" Said Neville thinking of another solution and hoping Hermione would agree with it. Hermione was always the one to start an investigation. She would never leave anything to rest until she had all the facts at her fingertips.
Hermione shook her head. "No, we need to explore this more thoroughly. Something is going on and we need to find out. It could be…"
"Maybe Draco is stalking Harry." Ron said interrupting Hermione. Neville and Hermione just stared at Ron. "Well, think about it; when we were on the Hogwarts express we all saw Harry for the first time, except Harry looked at Draco really curiously when Draco said that Harry was only a first year." Ron paused and took a deep breath. "We saw them outside the Great Hall on the first day of school, though we didn't hear what they were talking about, Harry looked kind of scared when Draco was talking to him. Then in Potions class, Harry conveniently got a note that said 'his aunt was sick and he was needed home' and then Harry wasn't in school for two days. When we finally see Harry he has cuts on his arms, Draco is once again there, and Harry looked really uncomfortable when he was talking to Draco."
"What are you trying to say Ron? That Draco is hurting Harry or something? For what, the past five years?" Said Neville looking skeptical.
"Draco's a slimy Slytherin and his father is a known Death Eater that still hasn't been caught yet; I wouldn't put it past him." Said Ron grasping at straws.
"Hermione please tell me you don't believe this." Neville pleaded turning to Hermione.
"Actually what Ron is saying makes a bit of sense, though there are a couple things that don't make much sense."
"It doesn't make sense because it's not true." Neville argued.
"We're just going to have to look into this further." Concluded Hermione. "Are you with me Ron? Neville?"
"I always am." Stated Ron quickly turning red.
Hermione smiled. "Neville?" She said crossing her arms.
"I guess, but I'm only in this to prove you both wrong." Neville said.
"You will agree with us soon, mate; you hate Draco as much as we do." Said Ron elbowing Neville in the side.
"I can't disagree with you there." Said Neville laughing.
"Now that we have a plan, it's time to go start our homework." Hermione said heading towards the Gryfinndor common room.
"Hermione," Ron whined. "It's not due for another two days."
"Better to start now, then later." She said. "Come on."
Ron and Neville begrudgingly followed her. "Great just great." Said Ron. "What I always wanted to do, homework."
Neville just laughed.
Harry woke to his alarm blaring annoyingly in his left ear. "Shut up." He growled, flinging his arm in the direction of the clock. "Bloody hell!" Harry shouted as tears came to his eyes. "SHUT UP!" He yelled to the clock. As if answering Harry's call, the alarm exploded.
Harry stretched out his arm and all the pieces of the clock settled gently on his pillow. Now that the blasted alarm clock was taken care of Harry turned his attention to his now once again bleeding arm. "I really need to remember that it's injured." He slowly got up from his bed and made his way into the bathroom.
He looked ghastly. "What am I going to do?" He openly questioned himself as he slowly and carefully took off his shirt. All the whip marks were red and agitated. He brought his hand to rest on his stomach and felt the crack of where one or maybe two ribs were broken. "This is definitely not good." He sighed. "What am I going to do? I need a miracle."
Make them disappear"Could I make them disappear?" He wondered aloud.
Harry glanced in the mirror. "I guess it couldn't hurt to try." He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
As if on their own accord, Harry's hands lightly traced his broken ribs. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his stomach in awe. The outline of his broken ribs were gone as well as all the slash marks that had come from Vernon.
Harry took a look at his arms. "I bet I could make them disappear as well." He closed his eyes and prepared himself to fade the marks away but then Draco's face appeared in Harry's mind. His eyes snapped opened "Shit! I can't. He knows about these. Damn it." Harry tugged his shirt back on and unhappily walked back to his bed. "Well, at least I did get rid of the worst damage."
Harry stretched. "OW!" He yelled; he felt his ribs, they were still broken. "I guess all I did was make them go away, not actually heal." He slowly dropped himself on his bed. "This sucks, but at least everyone won't be able to see my injuries from Vernon."
Thoughts of Vernon filled Harry's mind. Damn him, Harry cursed in his mind. Petunia and Dudley Dursley had no idea what Harry went through when they were conveniently gone or in the middle of the night when they were in a deep slumber.
They had no idea of all the pain Harry experienced since he was a little child. They never saw Harry walk the other way when Vernon would step into the room. They never saw Harry avoid Vernon's eyes or when he would grin in that friendly way but the eyes would be glistening with cruelness of hurt that Harry was going to experience when they left the room.
They had never seen Harry, no more than 5 years old, trying to cook dinner as everyone waited patiently in the dining room and Vernon walked in. He pushed Harry's arm into the burner and then claimed later on that Harry wasn't feeling very well and he wouldn't be down for dinner, even though he had missed all of his meals for the past three days.
Petunia and Dudley Dursley never saw anything and Vernon made sure it stayed that way.
Harry, realizing that he was crying, wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. He then got a glimpse of the time. "Shit!"
He jumped up from the bed and grabbed his book bag as he ran out the door. "I'm almost late again."
"Harry!" Exclaimed Hermione, walking towards Harry. "Are you headed towards class?" Harry just nodded as Ron and Neville showed their faces. "We are as well, why don't you walk with us?"
He never did answer as Ron asked a dreaded question. "Were you crying? Why?"
Harry's cheeks began to feel hot. "I wasn't." He unconsciously rubbed his cheeks.
Hermione mouthed to Ron, 'Draco'. Ron nodded to Hermione, showing that he agreed fully. Neville just shook his head.
"I think I can make it there on my own." Harry said turning away from the Gryfinndor trio.
"Why the hell are you three annoying Gryfinndorks pestering my new friend?" Draco said rudely as he sauntered towards the Gryfinndors. He stepped next to Harry and gave him a brief smile but turned to glare at the others.
"We can talk to him all we want!" Ron yelled stepping towards Malfoy. "He's in Gryfinndor so that gives us more rights to talk to him than you do, you dirty Death Eater."
Draco drew his wand. "I have known Harry longer than you three ever have and he chose me to be my friend, NOT YOU." Draco said getting pissed as he took a step forward. Harry was his friend. He was his and what Draco wanted Draco got.
Draco and Ron were nose to nose, and neither were giving in. "He is mine." Draco growled.
"I don't think so." Said Ron pushing Draco and also drawing his wand.
"He isn't yours." Said Hermione. "He's in Gryfinndor, so he's ours."
Neville, who had decided to stay silent, looked over at Harry. He was gradually backing away from all of them. His face was a mix of emotions; he was angry yet he looked a bit scared. Why? Neville wondered. He didn't have to wonder long because Harry finally spoke up.
"I'M NOT ANYONE'S! I WILL NEVER BE ANYONE'S POSSESSION. NOT YOURS OR THE GRYFINNDORS!" Harry shouted looking at Draco and then at his fellow Gryfinndor's. "Why can't you all just leave me alone?" He whispered looking at the floor.
Draco pocketed his wand and started walking towards Harry. "Harry, I'm sor…"
Harry raised his gaze to look Draco in the eye. Harry then shook his head. "Don't say you're sorry, and don't even think about saying it. You don't mean it, I know you don't. I thought you might have been the one to be my first friend but your just like him, you just want to own me." Harry said with tears streaming down his face. "Just, all of you just leave me alone." Harry took one final glance at Draco and ran.
"Sirius, stop that pacing now." Commanded Remus as he rubbed his temple. He had a migraine and watching Sirius walk back and forth, back and forth was not helping in the least bit.
"I'm sorry, Remy." Sirius said coming to stand behind Remus and massaging his shoulders. "I'm just nervous. Harry's going to be in class today; I talked with Dumbledore and he said that Harry was back." Remus moaned, closing his eyes. "Damn, you're tense."
"I think we should do this more often." Mumbled Remus as he lurched forward. Sirius had just hit a very tense spot. "Definitely more often, ahhh…." Sirius put a hand over Remus' mouth to quiet the pleasured werewolf.
"Do you like that?" Asked Sirius seductively in Remus' ear.
Remus nodded and Sirius nipped at his ear. "Ohhh…that is nice."
The bell rang.
Remus slumped over as Sirius stopped pleasuring him with his amazing hands. "Merlin, why?" He asked defeated.
"Time for class!" Sirius exclaimed smiling. "I can't wait!" His smile faded as he saw Harry walk into the class and sit down with a wet face. He's been crying, Sirius thought.
Sirius went to Harry and bent down so he could be level with his godson. "Harry? Are you all right?"
Harry just nodded.
"Harry, look at me."
"I'm fine." Harry added as he continued to stare at the table, his hair covering his eyes.
"I don't think you are but I will stop bothering you for now." Sirius said. He patted Harry on the back and walked back to the front of the class. "Time for class." He said miserably to Remus, who in return just smiled sadly at Sirius.
Draco walked into class; he immediately saw Harry and he made to go over and sit with him but Harry's earlier words stopped him. Harry just wanted to be left alone. But Draco didn't want to leave him alone.
I want to know him and I want him to know me, Draco thought. I want to know every happy and sad memory that he ever had. I want to know what his favorite subject in school is, I want to know what makes him smile, what makes him laugh, where he's ticklish, what his home life is like; how he was able to stay invisible for five years without anyone ever really noticing him, and everything that completes him. I want to tell Harry that I hate the dark side, and I refused the dark mark last year; I want to tell him that I have a cat at home named Hula because when I was a small child I found I had an obsession with hula hoops. I want him to know everything.
Draco smiled dejectedly at Harry and went to sit with Blaise. "Hello, Blaise…" He said pulling out a chair and sitting down.
"Hey, Draco." Said Blaise. "What's the matter?" Blaise had caught the forlorn look on his best friends face.
"I think I just had my heart broken and it was completely my fault." Draco dropped his head on his desk. "I don't really feel like talking about it."
Blaise nodded. "I will be asking later."
Neville walked into DADA and was immediately followed by Hermione and Ron, who were silent. He took his seat, as did his two best friends. "I told you it wasn't what you thought."
"I just thought it was…. ya know." Said Ron dropping his books on the table. "Me too." Hermione added.
"Oh, sometimes I hate myself." She cried. "What can we do?"
"Harry made it pretty clear that we should just leave him alone." Neville said.
"I know, but I feel horrible and I want to make it up to him. Anyway, when someone says that they just want to be left alone, they don't really mean it." She stated.
"What?" Said Neville. "I know you feel bad and all, Hermione, but he did mean what he said; he made that perfectly clear when he yelled so loud that everyone in Hogwarts probably heard him."
"Neville, Neville, Neville, don't believe everything you hear." Hermione said. "Besides you don't have a woman's intuition."
"That you don't mate." Said Ron. "Unless there is something that you aren't telling us." Ron patted Neville's chest, laughing. "Nope, he's a man."
Neville lightly punched Ron in the arm. "Shut up."
"CLASS!" Bellowed Professor Black silencing the class. "I heard from a student that you learned about Boggarts in your 3rd year. Is that correct?" He asked.
Hermione raised her hand.
"Miss Granger?"
"Yes, it is, Professor." She said as she lowered her hand.
"Thank you, Miss Granger. Five points to Gryfinndor. As I was saying, since you learned about Boggarts, the one creature that turns into what you fear the most, I was able to receive permission from Headmaster Dumbledore to teach you about Dementors."
Many of the students gasped at this statement. "Yes, we are indeed going to learn about Dementors. Is anyone able to tell me a single fact about this creature?"
Mr. Longbottom?" Said Remus picking a random student.
"It forces you relive the one memory that you fear the most."
"That it does." Said Sirius wrapping his arms around himself. "That is does." He whispered quietly but everyone heard him and shivered.
"We will also later in the year, personally confront these creatures." Announced Professor Lupin.
"WHAT?" Shouted Draco Malfoy outraged. "You can't do that."
"I assure you we can." Said Sirius. "We have authorization from the Headmaster. You need to be able to confront these creatures and face your ultimate fear. That is yours and our goal this school year."
After an hour and half of questions from students that strongly objected to the idea of facing a dementor, the bell rang.
"Have a great day and get out of here." Said Sirius playfully. All the students bustled out of the class. Most of the students were livid that they were going to face a dementor.
Harry slowly walked out of the class. He couldn't care less either way with what they were going to be doing. Why care? He was devoid of all feelings and possible friends.
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