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Harry was standing in one of the doorways, ready to step off the train onto the platform when he got pulled back, the trunk yanked out of his hand. He looked over and saw Malfoy, who led him over to an empty compartment while Crabbe held his hands behind his back and Goyle dragged the trunk.
"Potter, you're gonna pay." Malfoy punched him hard in the nose, Harry gasping as pain swept through his face. Crabbe and Goyle started guffawing, Crabbe letting go of him. Malfoy pushed Harry onto his back, then petrified him. "Go make sure no one's coming," Malfoy said to the dimwitted duo, who left. Malfoy opened Harry's trunk and rummaged through it, finding something and pulling it out. It was Harry's invisibility cloak. That's my father's cloak! Get your filthy hands off of it!
"As much as I would like to take this from you, I figure I can get it somewhere else where it's not tainted by someone of your status. Buying one beats seeing your fucking face anytime."
The cloak was thrown over Harry, as the train gave a slight lurch, the engines starting back up. "Have fun with the muggles...If you ever get off this train."
Malfoy ran off, Harry fuming, unknowing of where this anger came from. You don't know any way to get out of this, do you?
Yes I do, but it wouldn't work.
And why not?
Because I'm not strong enough yet to use my magic in Hogwarts, through you.
You've got to be shitting me. Are you serious?
Yes, and it makes me mad too.
Harry felt the train lurch again and heard the compartment door open. He saw Tonks, who saw his trunk. She felt around, bumping into Harry's leg. She pulled the cloak off, and muttered the counter-curse to the spell on Harry. "Come on, we need to go. I'll fix your nose when we get off."
They both grabbed a handle on the trunk, Harry noticing that Hedwig wasn't there. He felt...not quite stupid, but a form of it. Hopefully Ron or Hermione grabbed her he wished. The two walked to the door and pushed it open, the train gathering speed and the platform coming to an end.
"Jump!" Tonks yelled, the two going off almost together.
They stumbled, a couple feet from the end of the platform. Tonks waved her wand, the trunk floating a couple of feet off of the ground. "I may not be able to fix your nose, but I can at least help it...Episkey." Harry felt his nose grow very hot, then very cold. He felt it, and it seemed to be normal.
Harry said his thanks, and noticed Tonks wasn't looking any better from the last time he saw her. He shrugged it off and didn't mention anything as they walked back to the castle. She sent her message to Dumbledore, and met Snape at the gates, who looked "pleased," to say the least. Harry stared at him coldly, Snape returning the look, with a smirk. "You better watch it Potter. Don't want to lose any points the first couple of minutes back."
"Fuck off Snape. I haven't done anything worthy of your attention, nor will I ever. If I had, I would've joined Slytherin. It was an option, you know."
Snape's smirk slid off like liquid on plastic, but he didn't say anything further. Instead he chose to pick on Tonks, and then led Harry to the school. Harry walked into the school and away from Snape, a house elf meeting them and taking Harry's trunk, which he was forced to drag since they left Tonks.
Harry walked into the great hall, people turning and staring at him, Harry unnoticing. Though he did notice the voice wanting to look around in every direction. Wow, it's been forever, the voice said. So much has changed, yet nothing has. The oxymoron of the century.
Well, it's probably not any different.
Harry saw Ron and Hermione, sitting next to them more of a habit than anything. "Harry! What happened to you?!" she asked, people still staring.
"What? The blood? Oh, I didn't notice. I suppose Snape didn't say anything so he could see what my reaction and everyone else's was when I walked in."
Harry took his wand, clearing the drying blood off of his face and clothes. He caught the end of the dinner, then followed the rest of Gryffindor to the dorms. He decided to just head straight to bed, and not deal with anyone. If he didn't like being around people, this year was going to be a lot harder than he thought. In a way, he felt claustrophobic with everyone. He laid on his bed, the trunk at the end. The curtains were pulled around him protectively, but he wanted to be sitting in the moonlight.
He remembered what Hermione had told him and sighed. Hermione is right. And same with Ron. I have changed. A lot. All because of you. They make sound like it's for the worse, but I don't think so. Or, you don't think so. You say you can help me, take away the pain. It worked on Sirius, but what about any and everything else?
You seriously need a journal if you're going to be talking like that. But, then again, I guess I can be a journal that talks backālike in your second year. Calm down, I took that from your memories. Harry relaxed, staring at the red canopy above him. I did help you, and it was for the better. And, unless you want someone else you care about to die, then the core part of your emotions that you and I got rid of isn't going to be in use what so ever.
But that's the main reason why I got rid of my feelings! If nothing terrible is going to happen, why can't I have my emotions back then?
You'd rather be angry, depressed, happy, jealous, scared than just nothing? I'd stay with the nothing and stay sane, thank you very much.
Harry had forgotten about everything else besides happy and depressed. True, but will it come in handy? Like if someone else dies, or something happens to me, it'll slide right off?
Yes, and you won't care. You'll just notice and pay attention to it at the time, but not care later. Think of it this way. It'll be like a smart student answering all the questions so no one get's in trouble. You pay attention at the time, but you don't care afterwards. You don't learn anything.
Ha, Hermione.
Yes, like that. And that's how you'll feel towards a person who died, or something that happens to you. Except, maybe a little more feeling, since you still have some love.
Ha, yeah, I do. Maybe that's to remind me of who I still am inside, deep down, and what my real purpose is.
I can take care of it for you...
No. It's what shows people that I'm still Harry Potter and not some imposter.
If you want...
I know what I want. Harry rolled onto his side, than sat up and decided to pull on his pajamas. He looked at the ledge next to the window, and went over. He sat down, pulling his knees up to him, circling his hands loosely around his knees. He relaxed and let out his breath, almost feeling like his old self. He was just tired. Physically, emotionally...haha, not. Feels like it though, and mentally, definitely. I just want this to all end, he thought, looking out across the grounds, the moonlight landing across his body. Harry closed his eyes, drifting back into thought. It's all...still sudden. So much has changed. Part of it I wanted to change, and I'm...happy...I did, but, it's to...fresh still. I've having a hard time still grasping the concept of what I've done. When I'm talking and making comebacks, I understand, but...It's still too hard.
He opened his eyes, looking back our across the grounds, over the trees and lake, over the world it seemed. He wanted to fly, and from this height he knew he could experience it...
No! You're having a mental breakdown! You've done too many things in a short span of time, and once you start realizing it, you start to collapse in on yourself. You'll be fine after you sleep. You just need to become accustomed to it. It takes time, more than two months. You've given up a large part of your mind, of your old self. It's not that easy to blow off the change. Common thoughts of suicide are generally a sign when you're not dealing with it well. Two months though, that's a long time without any reactions. Just go and sleep. You'll feel better in the morning.
Harry slowly looked away from the grounds, pausing as he saw Ron in the doorway. He tensed, as Ron sighed. "I saw the old Harry right there, but he went back to what he is today. A sight for sore eyes, you could say."
Ron went over to his bed, while Harry went to his own, closing the curtains and asleep in seconds.
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hehe, chapter 8, and it's only been 10 days!!!!!!!!! haha, right off the...umm...computer, i guess. I hope everyone is enjoying this story as much as me. I'm totally loving it, and everyone who reviews, and thanks everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so yeah, thank you thank you people for reading this and reviewing cus you're totally making me happy and loved...XD yep, totally love y'all, and now that summer's here i get sooooo much more free time to write. I'm soo happy!!!!!!!!!!! lol, w00t for freetime...hehe. Until next time!!!! and sorry this is a shorter chapter...sort of... ----and this is NOT malfoy's revenge. omg, that chapter's later on, but his revenge is sooo cruel...hehe. yeah, shutting up now...
