Barry could hear them knocking on the walls, searching every inch of the house. It was clear to him then. He wasn't the first metahuman who had tried to hide. They were going to find him.

"You want me to do what now?" Barry asked. "We need someone to go undercover," Singh explained, "Someone to pose as a high school student, to get more information about the supplier." Barry snorted. "Very funny, sir," he said, "You had me going for a second there."

Something follows Barry out of the speed force, and whatever it is, it seems to want something from him. He ignores the strange occurrences at first. He ignores the mysterious bruises appearing on his body. He ignores the others. Because the more you notice them, the more they will start to notice you.

As if trying to recover after nine months in a coma wasn't bad enough, Barry now has all these strange side effects to deal with. Unexplainable hunger, rapidly disappearing injuries, strange muscle spasms, and worst of all, hallucinations. How Barry should have initially reacted to his powers. A more realistic version of the pilot.

Barry kept his head down in shame as he walked through the station. All of the officers at the CCPD were staring at him, no doubt wondering why he was wearing handcuffs and being pushed forward by Officer Liddell towards the booking area.

"Trying to bulk up, Allen?" "Eating for two?" "Hungry, Allen?" at first the comments are irritating, then they start getting to him. Eating Disorder. Snowbarry.

Harry has had enough of seeing his reputation shredded in the Daily Prophet and decides to do something about it. Only he decides to embrace his Slytherin side to rectify matters.