Silence.
Resounding silence, the worst kind of silence you could imagine.
Ok, so resounding silence really shouldn't be so scary for a boy who had
faced down Voldemort several times, but hey, we all have our weaknesses.
For Harry, this lack of love stung like the Cruciatus.
The eyes of the Gyrffindors followed him down the table. As he went to sit
at the far end, pavarti shuffled up a bit, leaving him no room. Everywhere
he looked, his once-friends were spreading out so as to fill the whole
table. The acrid stench of hurt radiated from him. Snape felt it.
Wizards have many charms on their lives, but one definite curse was the ability to smell human emotions. The stronger and more painful the emotion, the stronger the smell. And the smell radiating from Harry.no, Potter. Potter! Was not a happy one.
Harry quickly made his way out of the hall. He didn't want to eat anyway. The feeling yesterday that he had felt after the chocolate frogs was.indescribable.he felt empty and full at the same time. He wanted to feel like that again. And, he wanted to lose weight. Ok, so constantly being sick probably wasn't a long term plan, but with Voldemort on his tail, who needed to think long term?
He curled up on his bed in the dorm. Someone had hexed it so it tilted but it didn't take long to break the curse. Feeling the ridges along his arm, feeling the hunger gnawing in his stomach.his eyes filled with tears, and for a moment he considered apologising to Ron and making everything go back to normal.but then he regained his sense, the tears vanished. He pulled himself awake and was on his way out of the room when something crashed into him. Unable to stop himself, he let out a yelp. "Watch it, will you?" snapped Dean, pushing past Harry. Then, faintly, under his breath, "We're entrusting our lives to some halfwit who squeals like a girl. Fan- bloody-tastic." Harry flushed. "If you want, you go look out Voldemort. I'm sure you'll do a better job than me." "At least I don't have any blood on my hands!" Harry looked at him, puzzled for a moment. "You killed Cedric Diggory," Hissed Dean. "You murderer. You are no Gryffindor." The words cut deep into him.cut..cut.deep. The door slammed behind harry as he raced downstairs, trying not to sob. Reaching the prefects bathroom, he locked the door behind him and slashed crazily at his arm. Not death, no, he couldn't die, he couldn't turn away from Cedric's memory, he just had to remember the pain he'd caused everyone, all his fault, ow ow ow, so much pain.
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He was late to potions. His charms had to be redone. Snape took 20 points off Gryffindor and the disgust of Harry's classmates was clearly tangible in the moist air. Snape looked oddly at Harry. Why was the boy not being worshipped like normal? Why were none of his friends speaking to him? What was going on?
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Harry couldn't face food or loneliness that night. But soon his stomach was growling loudly and, knowing he shouldn't, he summoned Dobby from the kitchens to bring him some dinner. Dobby, of course, disappeared with a crack and returned moments later with a tray full of delicious food. Every mouthful went down, he was practically inhaling his food - then suddenly he stopped, realising how stupid this was. He would get so fat, so horrible, and he wouldn't be able to disappear and hide from everyone.and before he knew what was happening he was in the bathroom, and retching up all the food. He weakly cast a charm on his mouth to make his breath pleasant and fell asleep for the first time in nearly 2 weeks.
He woke up about 20 minutes later to muffled sniggers and a very very unpleasant feeling in the bottom of his stomach. He realised with horror he'd been hit by a extratus curse. The curse basically made the bearer feel double the pain in a physical sense. And with Vernon's most recent beating still causing an awful lot of pain, that was not good. He bit through his lip, trying not to scream, as the chuckles of his roommates got louder and louder until he felt like he was drowning.he thought he blacked out a few times before he stumbled to his feet and ran to the bathroom, throwing up bile. He heard the laughs die down and the boys go to bed.
Taking his invisibility cloak with him, he stumbled down the corridor, just wanting to be alone. The concealing charms had worn off on his face but he was too tired to care. Too tired to do anything.except curl up in this corner here, and go to sleep, and.let pain spasm through every fibre of his body. Then he knew what he had to do. A potion Snape had mentioned, to deaden pain.
It only took minutes to get down to the dungeons normally, but Harry could only hobble and it took him a good quarter of an hour. He gently opened the unlocked door, trying not to stumble with the pain, and eased his way over to the cupboard where Snape kept his potions. He unlocked it with a simple alohomora, unable to believe that Snape would leave his potions unattended and unguarded. Then a voice spoke out, "Expelliarmus!" The potion and wand flew from Harry's hand, and he turned slowly to face Snape. "Mr Potter. Again. You might be interested to know I have charmed my doors to recognise you? I thought it would be prudent. And look what we have here." Harry squirmed uncomfortably. "Well well Mr Potter. I feel that although you are in enough trouble, staying hidden will hardly help anything. Remove the cloak, please." Harry fidgeted. Could he make a run for it? No chance. And imagine the joy on Snape's face if he saw what harry had let them do to him. "Take off the cloak."
Wizards have many charms on their lives, but one definite curse was the ability to smell human emotions. The stronger and more painful the emotion, the stronger the smell. And the smell radiating from Harry.no, Potter. Potter! Was not a happy one.
Harry quickly made his way out of the hall. He didn't want to eat anyway. The feeling yesterday that he had felt after the chocolate frogs was.indescribable.he felt empty and full at the same time. He wanted to feel like that again. And, he wanted to lose weight. Ok, so constantly being sick probably wasn't a long term plan, but with Voldemort on his tail, who needed to think long term?
He curled up on his bed in the dorm. Someone had hexed it so it tilted but it didn't take long to break the curse. Feeling the ridges along his arm, feeling the hunger gnawing in his stomach.his eyes filled with tears, and for a moment he considered apologising to Ron and making everything go back to normal.but then he regained his sense, the tears vanished. He pulled himself awake and was on his way out of the room when something crashed into him. Unable to stop himself, he let out a yelp. "Watch it, will you?" snapped Dean, pushing past Harry. Then, faintly, under his breath, "We're entrusting our lives to some halfwit who squeals like a girl. Fan- bloody-tastic." Harry flushed. "If you want, you go look out Voldemort. I'm sure you'll do a better job than me." "At least I don't have any blood on my hands!" Harry looked at him, puzzled for a moment. "You killed Cedric Diggory," Hissed Dean. "You murderer. You are no Gryffindor." The words cut deep into him.cut..cut.deep. The door slammed behind harry as he raced downstairs, trying not to sob. Reaching the prefects bathroom, he locked the door behind him and slashed crazily at his arm. Not death, no, he couldn't die, he couldn't turn away from Cedric's memory, he just had to remember the pain he'd caused everyone, all his fault, ow ow ow, so much pain.
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He was late to potions. His charms had to be redone. Snape took 20 points off Gryffindor and the disgust of Harry's classmates was clearly tangible in the moist air. Snape looked oddly at Harry. Why was the boy not being worshipped like normal? Why were none of his friends speaking to him? What was going on?
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Harry couldn't face food or loneliness that night. But soon his stomach was growling loudly and, knowing he shouldn't, he summoned Dobby from the kitchens to bring him some dinner. Dobby, of course, disappeared with a crack and returned moments later with a tray full of delicious food. Every mouthful went down, he was practically inhaling his food - then suddenly he stopped, realising how stupid this was. He would get so fat, so horrible, and he wouldn't be able to disappear and hide from everyone.and before he knew what was happening he was in the bathroom, and retching up all the food. He weakly cast a charm on his mouth to make his breath pleasant and fell asleep for the first time in nearly 2 weeks.
He woke up about 20 minutes later to muffled sniggers and a very very unpleasant feeling in the bottom of his stomach. He realised with horror he'd been hit by a extratus curse. The curse basically made the bearer feel double the pain in a physical sense. And with Vernon's most recent beating still causing an awful lot of pain, that was not good. He bit through his lip, trying not to scream, as the chuckles of his roommates got louder and louder until he felt like he was drowning.he thought he blacked out a few times before he stumbled to his feet and ran to the bathroom, throwing up bile. He heard the laughs die down and the boys go to bed.
Taking his invisibility cloak with him, he stumbled down the corridor, just wanting to be alone. The concealing charms had worn off on his face but he was too tired to care. Too tired to do anything.except curl up in this corner here, and go to sleep, and.let pain spasm through every fibre of his body. Then he knew what he had to do. A potion Snape had mentioned, to deaden pain.
It only took minutes to get down to the dungeons normally, but Harry could only hobble and it took him a good quarter of an hour. He gently opened the unlocked door, trying not to stumble with the pain, and eased his way over to the cupboard where Snape kept his potions. He unlocked it with a simple alohomora, unable to believe that Snape would leave his potions unattended and unguarded. Then a voice spoke out, "Expelliarmus!" The potion and wand flew from Harry's hand, and he turned slowly to face Snape. "Mr Potter. Again. You might be interested to know I have charmed my doors to recognise you? I thought it would be prudent. And look what we have here." Harry squirmed uncomfortably. "Well well Mr Potter. I feel that although you are in enough trouble, staying hidden will hardly help anything. Remove the cloak, please." Harry fidgeted. Could he make a run for it? No chance. And imagine the joy on Snape's face if he saw what harry had let them do to him. "Take off the cloak."