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Title: The Year in Review

Author: Draco Volatile

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, material, and logos belong to J. K. Rowling. The plot -if there is one- belongs to
me.

Summary: Harry feels incomplete after leaving Hogwarts. He writes to Draco to help him feel better.

WARNING: Profanity and m/m slash hints.

A/N: I've never done anything like this before. I just used my own personal experiences of leaving a school as reference, so
bear with me.
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Chapter 6 - The Shed
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Dear Draco,

That's horrid! Somebody should do something about your father. That story made me sick, and that's saying a lot. I don't mean
to brag or anything, but I've gotten my share of scrapes fighting Voldemort, and I never find them *sick*. Just disturbing,
like many other things.

If you don't want to be a Death Eater, you shouldn't have to. Why don't you be the first in a whole line of Malfoys to back
out? I would. You join Voldemort and you'll find yourself in Azkaban or dead. And I don't want you to die. I hate you, but
not that much.

Since you seem so interested, I'll answer your question. No, I'm not gay. Whether I'm bi is my own business. But you probably
know the answer to that, then. That's alright, I know you're bi, too. Don't think I haven't noticed you checking out other
guys back at Hogwarts. You've stared at Lee Jordan's ass enough for me to get the point. No offense to you or anything.
You're just plain odd.

So what's your room like now that you're living at home? I'm in Dudley's second room. Uncle Vernon would love to put me back
in the cupboard, and trust me, he's tried. But I won't fit anymore. Thank God. But now he's building me a shed in the
backyard out of old paneling. He's drilling holes in the ceiling for leaks and having Dudley donate some old torn blankets
for me to use as a bed. Aunt Petunia is going to drape a tablecloth over the windows so the neighbors will be saved the hell
of glimpsing abnormal me. I hate all three of them. Am I really as weird as they tell me? Ever since I turned up on their
doorstep, I've been feeling worthless. I haven't told that to anyone, but since you told me about your not wanting to be a
Death Eater, I decided to tell you something about me. I guess I wouldn't feel like crap if Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and
Dudley didn't treat me like it so much. I'm starting to believe what people have been saying about me. That I'm disturbed and
abnormal. I'm the only wizard in my neighborhood. I feel out of place.

I wish there was something I could do, but I don't think there is. I'm going to keep thinking. Until then . . .

Bye,
Harry
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