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Harry Potter

When Harry heard the sounds of his fellow First Years waking up and getting ready for the day he dragged himself out of bed feeling half-dead, like the zombies out of the film he had seen Dudley watch when Aunt Petunia was gossiping with the neighbour. He made his way to the bathroom which was thankfully free and slashed some cold water in his face to try and make himself more alert. It didn't work so Harry gave up and dried his face before getting ready for the day a head of him.

Even after being awake all night thinking about it he still hadn't managed to work out how he felt about the memory. On one hand he was ecstatic that he could remember his mom and that she did really love him as all he had been told growing up was that they didn't love him, that they hated him enough to get themselves killed just to get away from him. On the other hand the memory is then marred by the fact that he can remember his mom getting killed, getting murdered. Harry vowed that the next time Professor Snape forced him to talk he would get the answer out of him somehow.

It was all he could think about all night and as much as he tried he couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about it, 'Especially since I think I remembered something else, even if it doesn't make sense. Why would Voldemort tell my mom to step aside so he could kill me? Why would Voldemort want to kill me?' Harry thought to himself as he made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast with Draco walking by his side talking while Harry nodded and hummed in the appropriate places. Harry had been embarrassed when he saw Draco, worried that he was going to bring up his nightmare but that soon faded because as soon as he saw Harry he had started ranting about all the homework they had been getting and how did the Professor's expect them to get it all done. As soon as he heard what he was talking about he drifted back off to his thought and only managed to drag himself back to reality when they were about to enter the Great Hall

When they arrived the Great Hall Harry turned his gaze towards at the Gryffindor table after sitting down at the Slytherin table and searched for Ron and Hermione. He smiled to himself when he saw the twins messing with the two of them, if Harry was right George kept taking food off of Ron's plate every time he placed something on it and Fred was leaning over Hermione's shoulder and kept pointing to something in the book she was currently reading.

Harry was shocked when he heard something being put down in front of him and as he looked down toward the table, there stood a plate full of breakfast foods. He raised his eyes and Draco sat opposite him, when he saw that Harry was looking at him he nodded his head towards the plate in front of Harry and raised his eyebrow. Harry scowled at him when he saw the smirk that was curling around the edges of his lips and picked up a slice of toast from the plate and took a bite out of it. Draco smiled pleasantly before turning towards his own breakfast and Harry decided to finish the slice of toast because it wouldn't be worth the argument he would get from Draco.

Harry had been avoiding looking towards the Head table since they had arrived but he finally couldn't help himself and as soon as he turned his gaze towards the Professor's he met Professor Snape's eyes. He lowered his eyes back to the table as soon as possible and turned towards the plate still sitting in front of him and ate another slice of toast to distract himself which caused Draco to smile in triumph.

After finishing his slice of toast Harry sat for the next twenty minutes for Draco to be finished eating before they both left the Great Hall and were joined by Ron and Hermione at the entrance. The four of them headed of toward their first lesson of the day which was DADA which Harry was personally dreading as he always leaves the lesson with a headache. When they were half way to the classroom the questions began.

"Why did the greasy git keep you behind after Potions for so long?" Ron asked and Hermione glared at him but kept quiet instead of scolding him for disrespecting the Professor.

"We had to talk about the injuries from the scan." Harry answered shortly hoping that would be the only question but when is he ever that lucky.

"For two hours?" Hermione asked sceptically and Harry nearly groaned before looking to Draco for back up but he could tell from the way he was looking at Harry that he wanted to know the answer as well.

"Yes. He wanted to know how the injuries happened and who-" Harry managed to stop himself from finishing what he was saying but he could tell from the look on their faces that the damage had been done.

"Who caused them?" Draco asked and Harry desperately searched for an answer that would give them the wrong idea but then an idea hit him. 'If I tell them that they will think that it was the only thing we were talking about. It might even stop them from asking more questions.' Harry thought to himself before answering.

"Yeah." Harry sighed looking down at his feet as he stopped walking. "I had to tell him that my Uncle had been hitting me." He said forcing tears into his eyes before looking back up at them. "I don't want to talk about it anymore." The three of them nodded and then Hermione threw her arms around him in a hug and when she pulled away Harry smiled at her before continuing on to the DADA classroom before they were late for the lesson.

They weren't late to the lesson. Harry sat down in his seat barely paying any attention what Professor Quirrell was saying. 'I hope that the rest of the day is uneventful.' Harry sighed to himself as he writes his notes for the lesson.

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