Harry walked out of the hospital wing with Ron and Hermione spotting him. The fever had made him quite weak. They made their way down into the common room where Harry collapsed onto a couch from exhaustion. The stairs were quite a climb.
"I really wish I had the Marauders Map!" Harry complained.
"Why?" Hermione asked fairly.
"Because there is something up with Krikor. I know he's not who he seems."
"You're paranoid." Ron said.
"Am not." Harry said. "Come on. He's just a little to - ugh! I don't know. I feel like I know him from somewhere."
"Paranoid." Ron said. "Definitely paranoid."
"Ron, come on, doesn't he seem familiar to you?"
"Nope." Ron said. "You're freaking out, Harry."
"I swear!" Harry said. "Hermione, what about you? Isn't he familiar?"
"Not really." Hermione said. "He reminds me of you sometimes, though."
"That is not funny!" Harry said. "That's cruel!"
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"All students staying for Christmas please come sign the sheet!" McGonagall said from the portrait hole. Harry noticed rather sadly that he was the only Gryffindor staying this year. He signed the sheet and walked back to his seat.
"Sorry Harry." Ron said later that night in bed. "I would stay here, but mum wants me home for once this Christmas. And she wanted you to come, but Dumbledore wouldn't let you."
Harry grunted and said it was okay and fell asleep. He could survive a Christmas alone.
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Harry walked around the deserted corridors a week later. It was lonely now with everybody gone. His homework was done and he'd made up all his homework he hadnt turned in. He'd even finished all and any extra credit he had been given. And now, Harry was bored. "Flying with the Cannons" was getting rather old after six times of reading it. The librarian was on holiday so he couldn't check out a new book either.
All he could think of was Ron and Hermione and Ginny and how much fun they must be having with their families. Not for the first time in his life, he wished his parents were still alive.
He went back into the common room and sat by the fire. Even Sirius had found a place to be over the holidays. Never Had Hogwarts felt so empty. McGonagall was visiting her sister, Krikor had left last night to "visit friends" which Harry highly doubted and even Snape had gone to visit his mother.
With the students mostly gone and most of the staff away too it made a lonely vacation. He sat for hours thinking about the Mirror of Erised in his first year, wishing for the one thing he didn't have.
And then Harry would find himself wandering the halls again. Tonight he was by the dungeons. Malfoy walked by, smirking.
"Ah, Potter, sulking again?" He said.
"Piss of Malfoy." Harry said and kept walking.
Malfoy glared and walked on. Harry got an urge to run up behind him and tackle him, but he fought it and moved away.
Christmas came and Harry woke up late in the morning. He ripped open his presents quickly. He got a Weasley Sweater (with a H on it) a box of chocolate frogs from Hermione, a bag of Bertie Botts from Ron a galleon from the twins a few cakes and a leather wand case from Hagrid and an I.O.U one present from Sirius. And then there was two presents left. Well, cards actually. A singing card from Ginny (Harry listened to it one and then put it under a pitcher of water) and when Harry opened the next card he did not find what he expected. It was the Marauder's Map- folded up neatly. Harry grinned to himself and turned it on.
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Harry slipped out of the common room at midnight looking at the map intently. He had no intention in running into a teacher. In a free hand he held a small can of laughing gas. His thoughts were directed towards the Slytherin Common Room where Malfoy and his goons were sitting.
*This will be the greatest prank of all time! * Harry thought gleefully to himself. *Malfoy will never know what's hitting him! *
He quickened his pace. He didn't want to catch them when they were sleeping!
Suddenly Harry ran into something quite solid. Harry looked up and jumped.
It was Krikor.
"Who's here?" He said, stretching his arms out forward. "I know an invisibility cloak when I feel one. Go on, speak up!"
Harry tried not to breathe to loudly. He walked away slowly. He looked at the Map. But Krikor was not on the map.
'James Potter' was.
Harry blanched. The laughing gas can fell out of his hand. "Oh shit!" Harry said breathlessly and ran away as fast as he could.
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Ron and Hermione were starting to get used to Harry's new attitude, but when they saw him after Christmas Break they knew something was really wrong now. Of course they had heard the rumors about a suicide attempt and they knew he was still not over the third task. But this looked much different. The look on his face was confusion and sadness.
"What's up Harry?"
"Nothing."
"Something's the matter." Ron said, looking suddenly catlike. "Soon, Harry Potter (that's you) will disappear for about a day, go fight You-Know-Who and then be knocked out for five days in the hospital wing."
"What?" Harry and Hermione said.
"Well that's what happens every time you look like that." Ron said with a shrug. "But we haven't decoded messages, broken into offices or done anything mysterious this year so I guess I'll just shut up now."
"Good plan." Harry said. He got up and sat down next to Lavender. "Hey."
"Hey!"
Hermione watched as they began flirting shamelessly. He must have moved on from Ginny, Hermione thought sadly. They could have been good for each other.
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"Harry do you have a girlfriend?" Hermione asked one day at breakfast. Harry nearly choked out his Cornflakes.
"If I did, you of all people would know." Harry said.
"Well I was just wondering because you and Lavender spend an awful lot of time together these days."
"Can't we be friends?"
"With benefits or something?"
"You don't know what you're talking about." Harry said.
"Wow, touchy."
"You know what?" Harry said. "You should shut up. Better yet: I'll leave." And he did just that.
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"Harry." James said. "Please stay after class. I'd like to discuss your grade with you."
"I know what my grade is, and so does everybody else in this class." Harry said. "I have an A+. This is my best subject. I'm acing my tests and I'm turning in my homework. You don't need to talk to me."
"Well now I'd rather discuss your attitude problem."
A rustle off voices went through the class. Everybody stared at him.
"No." Harry said. "I don't want to be that close to you. You could make me sick."
"That was a pathetic comeback." James said bluntly.
"Seriously though. Every time I even think about you I just want to throw up."
"Leave my classroom."
Harry looked heavenward. "Maybe there is a god." He left. He turned the corner to go up the staircase and saw Cho Chang. She smiled at him.
"Hey Harry." She said and walked down toward him. "I haven't talked to you in a while."
"You just saw me in breakfast 20 minutes ago." Harry said. "And you said hi then too."
"I missed you."
"You what?"
"Missed you."
She was awfully close to Harry now.
"Okay." Harry said. "Can't say I missed you much but-"
"Don't talk." She said and kissed him hard on the lips. Harry froze completely. There was a sudden flash of purple light. Harry regained his senses and pushed her off him. He spun around and saw a person with a camera running away.
"You took a picture of that?"
"Have to tell my parents what I'm doing at school." She said, kissed him on the cheek and walked away.
Harry stood there sputtering until the classes let out.
Ron looked at him. "Now you are dazed. What is with you?"
"Cho kissed me." Harry said. "For no reason. And somebody took a picture of it."
"You're getting scammed. You'd better watch your moves Harry." Hermione said. "I'll bet you it was a reporter."
"Probably." Harry said. "Damn them."
"Now let's not get all uppity about them." Said a voice. Harry looked around to see Krikor.
"You- you stay away from me." Harry said shakily.
"Harry!" Hermione hissed.
Krikor looked concerned. "What's wrong Harry?" He reached out an arm on instinct.
"Don't touch me!" Harry said a little loudly and backed away. "I-I mean that!"
"Harry what's gotten into you?" Ron hissed. "You're talking to a TEACHER."
"Sorry Professor." Hermione said. "I think he may still be feverish. Come on Harry, let's go…you can take your medicine."
Harry let himself be pushed away and down the hall.
"Are you crazy?" Ron burst out. "You'll get yourself into a lot of trouble acting like that."
"With who?" Harry said.
"Krikor!" Hermione said. "He'll give you detention."
"He won't come near to that. He wouldn't dare." Harry said.
"Oh and why is that?" Hermione said. "He didn't spare Malfoy last week. Why should he spare you?"
"I just know, okay?" Harry said. "I'll be in the dorms and if anybody asks say that I have a migraine."
He stormed off and went to the dorms, as he said he would. He lay down on his bed and took out the Marauder's Map. He turned it on and watched the little dot labeled "James Potter" walk around a classroom.
Harry had the sudden urge to rip up the map. He didn't, of course, but it was a very near thing. How he wanted to get the truth out from that teacher. He wanted to walk into to his office, give him a good punch in the stomach and ask him what the deal was.
But he couldn't. For once, Harry Potter's famed courage failed him. He could not pull himself off that bed. He knew he should. He wanted to. Only he had a sickening feeling in his stomach and he could smell fire behind his eyes. He blinked away his tears and sat up.
He needed to tell somebody. But he didn't want to tell Ron and Hermione, they'd just flip. Harry thought for a while. Somebody he could trust. Somebody who would listen. But who?
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(For people under 11, please stop reading now. This will not give you a good impression.)
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Harry sauntered into potions class looking slightly dazed. He was a half an hour late. Snape barked at him, but Harry just smiled oddly and sat down between Ron and Hermione.
"Where have you been?" Hermione hissed. Harry turned and looked at her. She scrunched up her nose. "And what have you been drinking? You smell."
"Well." Harry said and held up a finger dramatically, as if proving a point. "I was, in fact, cutting class."
"You were?" Ron said. "Why?"
"I was having a nice conversation with Jack Daniels, actually."
"Who?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked horrified. "Harry Potter!"
"Yes'm?" Harry said. His voice was on a roller coaster, going up and down.
"Who is Jack Daniels?" Ron wondered.
"It's a brand of whisky." Hermione said.
Ron looked slightly shocked now. "Are you serious?"
"Potter, Granger, Weasley! Are you paying attention?"
"Yes, sir." Hermione said.
"Yes." Said Ron. "Sorry."
"Nope." Said Harry. "I actually find your lessons rather boring."
"Would you care to repeat that?" Snape asked and walked towards him. The class held their breath. Even the Slytherins looked afraid for Harry.
"I would, but you see, I can't seem to remember what I said." Harry laughed.
"Shut up, shut up!" Hermione muttered.
"Potter, first you come in late to my class, now you insult my lessons. Anything else you wish to say?" Snape asked, just daring him to put another foot out of line.
"I think your hair is rather oily." Harry proclaimed. He shoed Snape out of his face. "You should brush your teeth too."
"Out of my classroom!" Snape said. "50 points taken away from Gryffindor! LEAVE! Before I make it more!"
"What?" Harry said. "I could figure out what you were saying if I wasn't so drunk."
Hermione rested her hear on the table and the class burst out laughing.
"LEAVE!"
"Touchy." Harry said and left. He was walking lopsided down the hall running into various paintings and suits of armor, drunkenly trying to find the common room.
And then, not for the first time, he smashed into a something.
"Sorry about that." Harry said. "I'll pay any medical bills." He wandered on.
"Wait." Said a voice. Harry turned around and seeing James he sobered up quickly.
"What do you want?" Harry asked.
"Just to talk with you." James said. "Look, I don't have a class at the moment and you are obviously having an interesting day. Do you want to talk?"
"Uh…." Harry said. "I don't know."
"Just come in." James said, motioning to his office. Harry followed him for some reason unknown to him and sat in a chair.
"What do you want to talk about?" Harry asked.
"How about you?" James said. Harry found this slightly odd but decided to think about it later when his brain was functioning normally.
"What about me?"
"Just talk."
"Um okay. Well I grew up with my Aunt and Uncle because my parents died in a car crash- I mean they were murdered. You knew that, probably. And then I came here. That's it."
"That's all?"
"Yes, that's all." Harry said. "I think I'm going to leave now. Dorm room ho!"
"Wait!"
Harry stopped. "What?"
"I'm not done with you!"
"But I want to leave!"
"Harry." James said. "Come here."
"Why?"
"Just come here."
"K-doke." Harry said and walked towards the teacher.
"Breathe."
Harry did so.
"You're drunk!" James accused.
"Is this the immediate problem or are you just beating around the bush?" Harry said.
"Why do you always do this?"
"Why do you care?" Harry asked, suddenly remembering his hatred for this lying man.
"Because- I just wish you came with a guarantee."
"If you want a guarantee- well- buy a toaster!" Harry said. "I'm leaving."
James sputtered as his son stormed out of his office.
"Hey! Wait!"
"Stop telling me to wait." Harry said. "It's getting old."
"Harry, come here."
"Why?" Harry said. "I don't like you. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to be anywhere near you."
"Why do you hate me so much?" James burst out. "I haven't done anything to you."
Harry began to chuckle. And then he stopped laughing abruptly. "Don't talk."
"What?"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "So you want to know why I hate you?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do."
"It's simple." Harry said icily. "I know what you are."
And he stalked off down the hall.
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A/N: Ahh! What a chapter! Special thanks to No Reply and Seeker_2000. You guys are awesome.
"I really wish I had the Marauders Map!" Harry complained.
"Why?" Hermione asked fairly.
"Because there is something up with Krikor. I know he's not who he seems."
"You're paranoid." Ron said.
"Am not." Harry said. "Come on. He's just a little to - ugh! I don't know. I feel like I know him from somewhere."
"Paranoid." Ron said. "Definitely paranoid."
"Ron, come on, doesn't he seem familiar to you?"
"Nope." Ron said. "You're freaking out, Harry."
"I swear!" Harry said. "Hermione, what about you? Isn't he familiar?"
"Not really." Hermione said. "He reminds me of you sometimes, though."
"That is not funny!" Harry said. "That's cruel!"
~* ~* ~* ~*
"All students staying for Christmas please come sign the sheet!" McGonagall said from the portrait hole. Harry noticed rather sadly that he was the only Gryffindor staying this year. He signed the sheet and walked back to his seat.
"Sorry Harry." Ron said later that night in bed. "I would stay here, but mum wants me home for once this Christmas. And she wanted you to come, but Dumbledore wouldn't let you."
Harry grunted and said it was okay and fell asleep. He could survive a Christmas alone.
~* ~* ~* ~*
Harry walked around the deserted corridors a week later. It was lonely now with everybody gone. His homework was done and he'd made up all his homework he hadnt turned in. He'd even finished all and any extra credit he had been given. And now, Harry was bored. "Flying with the Cannons" was getting rather old after six times of reading it. The librarian was on holiday so he couldn't check out a new book either.
All he could think of was Ron and Hermione and Ginny and how much fun they must be having with their families. Not for the first time in his life, he wished his parents were still alive.
He went back into the common room and sat by the fire. Even Sirius had found a place to be over the holidays. Never Had Hogwarts felt so empty. McGonagall was visiting her sister, Krikor had left last night to "visit friends" which Harry highly doubted and even Snape had gone to visit his mother.
With the students mostly gone and most of the staff away too it made a lonely vacation. He sat for hours thinking about the Mirror of Erised in his first year, wishing for the one thing he didn't have.
And then Harry would find himself wandering the halls again. Tonight he was by the dungeons. Malfoy walked by, smirking.
"Ah, Potter, sulking again?" He said.
"Piss of Malfoy." Harry said and kept walking.
Malfoy glared and walked on. Harry got an urge to run up behind him and tackle him, but he fought it and moved away.
Christmas came and Harry woke up late in the morning. He ripped open his presents quickly. He got a Weasley Sweater (with a H on it) a box of chocolate frogs from Hermione, a bag of Bertie Botts from Ron a galleon from the twins a few cakes and a leather wand case from Hagrid and an I.O.U one present from Sirius. And then there was two presents left. Well, cards actually. A singing card from Ginny (Harry listened to it one and then put it under a pitcher of water) and when Harry opened the next card he did not find what he expected. It was the Marauder's Map- folded up neatly. Harry grinned to himself and turned it on.
~* ~* ~* ~*
Harry slipped out of the common room at midnight looking at the map intently. He had no intention in running into a teacher. In a free hand he held a small can of laughing gas. His thoughts were directed towards the Slytherin Common Room where Malfoy and his goons were sitting.
*This will be the greatest prank of all time! * Harry thought gleefully to himself. *Malfoy will never know what's hitting him! *
He quickened his pace. He didn't want to catch them when they were sleeping!
Suddenly Harry ran into something quite solid. Harry looked up and jumped.
It was Krikor.
"Who's here?" He said, stretching his arms out forward. "I know an invisibility cloak when I feel one. Go on, speak up!"
Harry tried not to breathe to loudly. He walked away slowly. He looked at the Map. But Krikor was not on the map.
'James Potter' was.
Harry blanched. The laughing gas can fell out of his hand. "Oh shit!" Harry said breathlessly and ran away as fast as he could.
~* ~* ~* ~*
Ron and Hermione were starting to get used to Harry's new attitude, but when they saw him after Christmas Break they knew something was really wrong now. Of course they had heard the rumors about a suicide attempt and they knew he was still not over the third task. But this looked much different. The look on his face was confusion and sadness.
"What's up Harry?"
"Nothing."
"Something's the matter." Ron said, looking suddenly catlike. "Soon, Harry Potter (that's you) will disappear for about a day, go fight You-Know-Who and then be knocked out for five days in the hospital wing."
"What?" Harry and Hermione said.
"Well that's what happens every time you look like that." Ron said with a shrug. "But we haven't decoded messages, broken into offices or done anything mysterious this year so I guess I'll just shut up now."
"Good plan." Harry said. He got up and sat down next to Lavender. "Hey."
"Hey!"
Hermione watched as they began flirting shamelessly. He must have moved on from Ginny, Hermione thought sadly. They could have been good for each other.
~* ~* ~* ~*
"Harry do you have a girlfriend?" Hermione asked one day at breakfast. Harry nearly choked out his Cornflakes.
"If I did, you of all people would know." Harry said.
"Well I was just wondering because you and Lavender spend an awful lot of time together these days."
"Can't we be friends?"
"With benefits or something?"
"You don't know what you're talking about." Harry said.
"Wow, touchy."
"You know what?" Harry said. "You should shut up. Better yet: I'll leave." And he did just that.
~* ~* ~* ~*
"Harry." James said. "Please stay after class. I'd like to discuss your grade with you."
"I know what my grade is, and so does everybody else in this class." Harry said. "I have an A+. This is my best subject. I'm acing my tests and I'm turning in my homework. You don't need to talk to me."
"Well now I'd rather discuss your attitude problem."
A rustle off voices went through the class. Everybody stared at him.
"No." Harry said. "I don't want to be that close to you. You could make me sick."
"That was a pathetic comeback." James said bluntly.
"Seriously though. Every time I even think about you I just want to throw up."
"Leave my classroom."
Harry looked heavenward. "Maybe there is a god." He left. He turned the corner to go up the staircase and saw Cho Chang. She smiled at him.
"Hey Harry." She said and walked down toward him. "I haven't talked to you in a while."
"You just saw me in breakfast 20 minutes ago." Harry said. "And you said hi then too."
"I missed you."
"You what?"
"Missed you."
She was awfully close to Harry now.
"Okay." Harry said. "Can't say I missed you much but-"
"Don't talk." She said and kissed him hard on the lips. Harry froze completely. There was a sudden flash of purple light. Harry regained his senses and pushed her off him. He spun around and saw a person with a camera running away.
"You took a picture of that?"
"Have to tell my parents what I'm doing at school." She said, kissed him on the cheek and walked away.
Harry stood there sputtering until the classes let out.
Ron looked at him. "Now you are dazed. What is with you?"
"Cho kissed me." Harry said. "For no reason. And somebody took a picture of it."
"You're getting scammed. You'd better watch your moves Harry." Hermione said. "I'll bet you it was a reporter."
"Probably." Harry said. "Damn them."
"Now let's not get all uppity about them." Said a voice. Harry looked around to see Krikor.
"You- you stay away from me." Harry said shakily.
"Harry!" Hermione hissed.
Krikor looked concerned. "What's wrong Harry?" He reached out an arm on instinct.
"Don't touch me!" Harry said a little loudly and backed away. "I-I mean that!"
"Harry what's gotten into you?" Ron hissed. "You're talking to a TEACHER."
"Sorry Professor." Hermione said. "I think he may still be feverish. Come on Harry, let's go…you can take your medicine."
Harry let himself be pushed away and down the hall.
"Are you crazy?" Ron burst out. "You'll get yourself into a lot of trouble acting like that."
"With who?" Harry said.
"Krikor!" Hermione said. "He'll give you detention."
"He won't come near to that. He wouldn't dare." Harry said.
"Oh and why is that?" Hermione said. "He didn't spare Malfoy last week. Why should he spare you?"
"I just know, okay?" Harry said. "I'll be in the dorms and if anybody asks say that I have a migraine."
He stormed off and went to the dorms, as he said he would. He lay down on his bed and took out the Marauder's Map. He turned it on and watched the little dot labeled "James Potter" walk around a classroom.
Harry had the sudden urge to rip up the map. He didn't, of course, but it was a very near thing. How he wanted to get the truth out from that teacher. He wanted to walk into to his office, give him a good punch in the stomach and ask him what the deal was.
But he couldn't. For once, Harry Potter's famed courage failed him. He could not pull himself off that bed. He knew he should. He wanted to. Only he had a sickening feeling in his stomach and he could smell fire behind his eyes. He blinked away his tears and sat up.
He needed to tell somebody. But he didn't want to tell Ron and Hermione, they'd just flip. Harry thought for a while. Somebody he could trust. Somebody who would listen. But who?
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(For people under 11, please stop reading now. This will not give you a good impression.)
~* ~* ~* ~*
Harry sauntered into potions class looking slightly dazed. He was a half an hour late. Snape barked at him, but Harry just smiled oddly and sat down between Ron and Hermione.
"Where have you been?" Hermione hissed. Harry turned and looked at her. She scrunched up her nose. "And what have you been drinking? You smell."
"Well." Harry said and held up a finger dramatically, as if proving a point. "I was, in fact, cutting class."
"You were?" Ron said. "Why?"
"I was having a nice conversation with Jack Daniels, actually."
"Who?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked horrified. "Harry Potter!"
"Yes'm?" Harry said. His voice was on a roller coaster, going up and down.
"Who is Jack Daniels?" Ron wondered.
"It's a brand of whisky." Hermione said.
Ron looked slightly shocked now. "Are you serious?"
"Potter, Granger, Weasley! Are you paying attention?"
"Yes, sir." Hermione said.
"Yes." Said Ron. "Sorry."
"Nope." Said Harry. "I actually find your lessons rather boring."
"Would you care to repeat that?" Snape asked and walked towards him. The class held their breath. Even the Slytherins looked afraid for Harry.
"I would, but you see, I can't seem to remember what I said." Harry laughed.
"Shut up, shut up!" Hermione muttered.
"Potter, first you come in late to my class, now you insult my lessons. Anything else you wish to say?" Snape asked, just daring him to put another foot out of line.
"I think your hair is rather oily." Harry proclaimed. He shoed Snape out of his face. "You should brush your teeth too."
"Out of my classroom!" Snape said. "50 points taken away from Gryffindor! LEAVE! Before I make it more!"
"What?" Harry said. "I could figure out what you were saying if I wasn't so drunk."
Hermione rested her hear on the table and the class burst out laughing.
"LEAVE!"
"Touchy." Harry said and left. He was walking lopsided down the hall running into various paintings and suits of armor, drunkenly trying to find the common room.
And then, not for the first time, he smashed into a something.
"Sorry about that." Harry said. "I'll pay any medical bills." He wandered on.
"Wait." Said a voice. Harry turned around and seeing James he sobered up quickly.
"What do you want?" Harry asked.
"Just to talk with you." James said. "Look, I don't have a class at the moment and you are obviously having an interesting day. Do you want to talk?"
"Uh…." Harry said. "I don't know."
"Just come in." James said, motioning to his office. Harry followed him for some reason unknown to him and sat in a chair.
"What do you want to talk about?" Harry asked.
"How about you?" James said. Harry found this slightly odd but decided to think about it later when his brain was functioning normally.
"What about me?"
"Just talk."
"Um okay. Well I grew up with my Aunt and Uncle because my parents died in a car crash- I mean they were murdered. You knew that, probably. And then I came here. That's it."
"That's all?"
"Yes, that's all." Harry said. "I think I'm going to leave now. Dorm room ho!"
"Wait!"
Harry stopped. "What?"
"I'm not done with you!"
"But I want to leave!"
"Harry." James said. "Come here."
"Why?"
"Just come here."
"K-doke." Harry said and walked towards the teacher.
"Breathe."
Harry did so.
"You're drunk!" James accused.
"Is this the immediate problem or are you just beating around the bush?" Harry said.
"Why do you always do this?"
"Why do you care?" Harry asked, suddenly remembering his hatred for this lying man.
"Because- I just wish you came with a guarantee."
"If you want a guarantee- well- buy a toaster!" Harry said. "I'm leaving."
James sputtered as his son stormed out of his office.
"Hey! Wait!"
"Stop telling me to wait." Harry said. "It's getting old."
"Harry, come here."
"Why?" Harry said. "I don't like you. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to be anywhere near you."
"Why do you hate me so much?" James burst out. "I haven't done anything to you."
Harry began to chuckle. And then he stopped laughing abruptly. "Don't talk."
"What?"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "So you want to know why I hate you?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do."
"It's simple." Harry said icily. "I know what you are."
And he stalked off down the hall.
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A/N: Ahh! What a chapter! Special thanks to No Reply and Seeker_2000. You guys are awesome.
