Wow it's been long time. I'm sorry it's taking for ever to get this written, but you know how life is. One minute it can be going great and the next it's not. So anyway I really hope you like this part. Please leave a review the give me motivation to continue to write.


It took me about an hour and a half to find all of me bedding and most of my clothes. I pile all of the stuff into two boxes and pull them up the stairs and into my room. I pull my bedding out and put in on the bed to the best of my ability.

Once done I bring my school stuff to my room as well. For a while I just work on school work, not that I want to I just need something to do. After a while I go down stairs to grab a glass of water and look at the time. '9:30 and I'm already tired.' I stretch then go get some water. I grab the clock off the wall then go back up stairs, I put my stuff up, then get ready for bed, and then go to bed.

The next morning I wake up and temporarily forget where I am. 'Shit, I'm alone in the muggle world, and I tons of stuff to do.' I lat there hoping that I'll be able to go back to sleep. After a while I come to the conclusion that I'm not going to be able to go back to sleep. I force myself out of bed and go through my morning routine. I dig through my box of clothes and find something to wear. I go down stairs and into the kitchen, then just stand there. "I have no idea what to do." I stand there just looking around for a few minutes before deciding to make a bowl of cereal. "At least I can't mess this up." I go sit at the dining room table; I barely take one bite before someone is knocking at my door. Annoyed I get up and answer it. "Potter?"

"Morning, can I come in?"

"I guess. I was just about to eat breakfast."

"I can come back later if you want."

"No, just come in." I lead him into the house did you already eat?" I say after an awkward moment.

"No but that's okay." I almost laugh at the timing, but as soon as he says that his stomach growls. I get up and get him everything he needs to make himself a bowls of cereal. "Thanks."

"Whatever," we eat in silence for a little while.

"Your house looks like a war zone." He says with a laugh.

"I was in a rush to get my bedding out last night. He looks around for a moment.

"Why do you have chicken sitting on your counter?"

"I tried to cook it."

"You tried."

"It was disgusting." He laughs lightly. "What are you laughing at?"

"At your attempt to keep your dignity intact." I frown.

"Like you could do better." I snap.

"Probably, my family has me do the cooking sometimes. So I managed to learn a few things over the years." I think about what he said for a few seconds.

"So they didn't eat this morning?"

"No they did." He states.

"But you didn't."

"No." He's acting like this is normal.

"So you weren't hungry?"

"Obviously I was." He looks a little fidgety. Suddenly is clicked.

"They didn't let you eat?"

"No." It annoyed me that he was acting like everything was alright.

"Why are you acting like everything is alright. These people aren't feeding you and your okay with that?" I practically growl the last part.

"Of course not, but what can I do? I don't have anywhere else to go. So all I can do is survive the summer." I can hear the sadness in his voice. I can't help but be angry about this. All these years people said that he's their hero, and then they let him live like this. "I don't get why your upset about this."

"Why shouldn't somebody be upset about child abuse?" He doesn't say anymore about it We finish eating and then he shows me how to use something called a dishwasher.

"We should go through these boxes." He says while looking around.

"Yeah, I think I should get rid of some of it." He looks shocked. "What?"

"Yesterday you said that you wanted to keep it all."

"Yeah, well, that was before I had to go though some of it to find what I was looking for." I the look on his face was an 'I told you so' look. "How long can you stay?"

"A couple of hours. Then I have to go. We should be able to get a lot done in that amount of time."

"Yeah, whatever, let's just get started." He nods and goes over to the box closest to him then pours its content on the ground. "Potter don't just throw my stuff on the ground like that."

"They're just clothes. It's not like they are going to break." I sigh. I don't know what I've done this time to upset him, but then again it doesn't take much at this point to upset him so maybe I did nothing at all.

"I know that. But the least you could do is show some respect for my stuff while you're in my house." He scoffs.

"Since when is respect a part of your vocabulary?" I was about to respond be he starts to talk again. "Face it, you should be grateful that I'm over here at all." 'Something is wrong with him.'

"Whys that?"

"Because, if it weren't for me you'd be here alone, face it Malfoy, I'm the only friend you've got." 'Now I know something is wrong with him. But what is it?'

"And I need you because?"

"I guess you don't. Guess I'll see you at the end of summer. Have fun being alone." He says as he walks away. He slams the door when he leaves, and for some reason that sound seems louder than ever.

"Whatever, I like to be alone. I'll enjoy this time alone, I'll be able to get stuff done." With that I go over to the pile of clothes that Potter dropped on my floor and start the processes of going through my stuff.

After a few hours I get to the last box. None of the boxes housed anything to personal. It was mostly just clothes, old school stuff, and random thing that were in my room. I sigh and sit on the floor. "See I didn't need Potter. I don't need anybody." But for some reason I can't bring myself to believe that. I've never truly been alone, there's always been somebody.

I feel a wave of sadness and loneliness wash over me; I've honestly never felt this bad before. Since I found out that my parents didn't want me anymore I've kept myself busy. But now I really have nothing to do but reflect.

Reflect on my life back home with my mother and father, on my time as the most popular boy in Slytherin house, and reflect on all the times I felt happy. I feel like I'm starting to drown in my sadness. I start to think about all the things my father said about me, and how no one wants me.

I've never in my life felt so broken an alone. I suppose I've never had a reason to feel this way. I feel something wet on my cheek; I don't know when the tears started to fall but I don't stop them from coming. At first it was only a few teardrops, but soon I just let go and start to cry over all that I've lost.


Yeah I know it's short...

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