A/N second chapter, yeah! Thankyou if you have already reviewed, please continue to do so. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
Harry woke up with a jolt. His cheek was burning. He had fallen asleep in the Dursleys front room. He had had a strange dream. He dreamt he was in a street somewhere and a girl was talking to him. Hermione and Ron were also there. He wanted to talk to them but something was holding him back. The sharp pain on his face had woken him up.
The phone rang beside him, the Dursleys were in the garden entertaining the neighbours with their new barbecue. Harry picked up the phone
"Hello"
"Harry, Hermione here,"
"Oh, hi Hermione, its lucky you phoned now, Uncle Vernon is showing off his new barbecue,"
"Really, that's nice, when my parents have a barbecue they…"
"Hermione give the phone to me!" he heard Ron say in the background. He then heard a slight struggle and then Rons voice on the other end of the line.
"Harry?"
"Hey, Ron"
There was a pause
"Errmmm, Harry…"
Harry didn't like the tone of Rons voice, something was wrong.
"Whats up Ron?"
" If you didn't want to come to London with us you could of just said, or was it that you are ashamed of us, because you are famous and all, you wouldn't want us commoners to mix with your friends and girlfriend"
"Ron, I don't know what…"
"I always knew, you know, that I was going to be second class to the Famous Harry Potter."
"What the hell…" Harry started but was cut off.
"Harry, its Hermione again, look Ron is just a bit upset that you ignored us earlier but he will come round"
"Herm, I don't know what you are on about"
"Look Harry," Hermione continued, "We do know that you might not want to hang out with us all the time, but you could of at least told us the truth.
"Now, I have to go, see you in September," and before Harry could reply she hung up.
Harry slowly replaced the phone on the hook.
Before Harry could think about what just happened the door flew open and Uncle Vernon strode in, his face was a putrid shade of purple. Harry amusingly thought that he looked like a beetroot with a moustache but didn't think it was appropriate to laugh.
"Did I just hear you on the phone?" he demanded
" I am not allowed to touch the phone, or had you forgotten." Harry replied coolly
"I heard it ring when I was in the garden, and when I got inside it stopped" he growled, ignoring Harry's remark.
"You know, hearing ringing sounds in your head is never a good sign"
"I don't have time to play your games boy, now GET upstairs to your room, I am moving the guests inside and I doubt that they would want to see you" Uncle Vernon glared.
"Fine." Harry replied, it would give him a chance to do some homework anyway.
As Harry was at the bottom of the stairs he heard Uncle Vernon yell
"If I hear one sound out of you.."
"I know," Harry sighed and climbed the stairs "I know".
***
It was September the first, Harry was in the back of the Dursleys car. He was gazing dreamily out of the window. He had had some weird dreams lately, weirder than usual anyway. He had dreamt that he was in a hotel, at a football match and playing "Hotel California" on a guitar.
He was also thinking about Ron and Hermione. He had received a birthday card from both of them and a present between them, which happened to be this really ace watch which he flashed at Dudley whenever he got the chance. Apart from that he had not spoken to either of them since the phone call. He didn't like the way he felt, insecure and guilty but he wasn't sure why.
"Hurry up, come on, I don't have all day"
They were at Kings Cross station and Uncle Vernon had already put his trunk on a trolley and was now waiting for him to get out of the car.
Harry got out and looked at the station, taking a deep breath. He heard the car behind him speed off so he pushed his trolley into the station himself.
Crowds of people pushed around him, he looked around but after failing to find anyone he knew began at a run towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten.
The Hogwarts express materialised before him, pushing his way through students and parents he made is way to an empty carriage, sat in the corner and waited.
It was fifteen minutes into the journey before Ron and Hermione appeared they tentatively opened the door and sat down.
They were glancing at each other and then at Harry, the silence was driving him crazy so he spoke first.
"Whatever you want to say, would you just say it"
"Ok" Hermione started, "We just wanted you to know that we have forgiven you"
"Forgiven me for what exactly?"
Hermione gave him a look of mixed expression.
"You see, Hermione, I told you he would deny it" said Ron.
Ron was looking calm but gave Harry a bitter look before turning towards the window.
Harry stood up. He could feel the anger building up inside his chest.
"If you two are talking about that ignoring you thing again I have already told you that I don't have a clue what you are talking about."
Hermione stood up but more slowly than Harry had.
"Look, you don't have to lie anymore, its okay, we are your friends." She said softly, her eyes pleading with Harry's to calm down.
"Well you're not acting like my friends. You know what?" Harry could feel his voice getting harsher " You don't have to believe me, its okay, I am your friend" he said mimicking Hermione's calm but extremely patronising voice.
With that he strode out leaving a hurt looking Hermione and a sour looking Ron staring after him.
Harry wanted them to come after him to say that they did believe him. An aching sensation had occurred in his stomach. For a brief second he felt like he would go back and apologise, but why should he, he hadn't done anything.
He carried on walking down the aisle until he saw Seamus, Neville and Dean and went to join them.
Dean was describing a football match he had been to.
"Yeah it was great, being the first in the season and all."
When Harry entered they all smiled. "Finally" Harry thought " People who are happy to see me"
Harry sat, he was just calming down when Dean turned to him.
"Hey Harry, I thought I saw you at the game on Saturday"
Harry felt the familiar nausea in his stomach.
"It wasn't me. I don't know what the hell you are talking about" replied Harry quickly.
"Okay Harry, chill out, I knew it wasn't you anyway, I can't imagine those people you live with letting you go. Also you were with this gang of dodgey looking people. Come to think of it he hardly looked like you anyway, and if you said you weren't there mate, then you weren't there."
Harry felt relief flood over him, the last thing he wanted was more people hating him. But there was something at his back of his mind telling him "aahh, yes but you did dream you were at a football match." He wasn't going to say anything though, people thought he was strange enough already.
The trolley lady came by and Harry feeling suddenly hungry got up and bought himself a pumpkin pie.
As the trolley lady left a smug looking Malfoy entered.
"Here, you are Potter, I was wondering where you had got to. Not with your other little friends, I just saw them down the other end, very quiet they were, didn't want to talk. Had a fight have you?"
Seamus, Dean and Neville were looking curious, it hadn't occurred to them where Ron and Hermione were.
Harry ignored Malfoy and pretended to be interested in his pie.
Malfoy, bored at the fact that he had failed to wind him up went over to tease Neville.
Harry took a bite of the pie, it was warm and comforting, he swallowed. He was just about to take another bite when a sharp searing pain hit his temples. Another jolt of pain hit his chest, he wanted to speak but he couldn't draw in enough air.
He dropped the pie, he felt like he was being strangled. A lump had formed in his throat, he was finding it harder to breathe.
He knelt down on all fours, his body unable to support him. He could hear voices above him but he couldn't make out what they were saying. His eyes were watery and swirling patterns emerged in front of him.
Now he began to violently cough and as he did a spray of blood emitted from his mouth and splattered on the floor. Now he could faintly make out screams before he felt a hard bang on his head as it hit the floor and his mind went blank.
