Harry woke up, a horrid sweat running down his face, drenched in the smell of fear, and regret. 'What have I done?' he thought, remembering back to Malfoy…and, he gulped just thinking about it, Cho. Harry sat up and looked at his surroundings. In his deep regret, his condition and, in his opinion, the massive use of his brain, Harry had forgotten where he was, what had happened just after, who had happened, he shook his head. How could he even wonder if he liked Juliet, after, after what he had done. 'I'm a monster', he scrunched his body up, and tucked his head into his brought up knees.
"Are you awake?" Juliet spoke softly, her voice as clear as a nightingale's song, and she glimpsed over his shoulder, just catching the white of his eyes, before they were totally closed. Before they completely barricaded the light out. "I know you are, ok? So stop playing games." She sounded a little hurt, perhaps at his reluctance to see her, to look at her.
"Sorry, I was just…thinking, I guess." Harry made a pitiful attempt to turn over, and sit up. He managed to turn over, somehow, but more than that was just too much for him. He forced the smallest of smiles; whatever she had done the night before had worn him out, body and mind. But he was glad she'd done it. Harry couldn't say why; the memory of who he was, what he'd done, who he'd lived with for the past thirteen years, how he'd treated people, everything. Why was he glad? If his life was so awful, why on earth was he happy he had it back?
"I've done this once before, and, that feeling, it passes. Maybe not today, or this month, or even this year, but it passes."
"How is it, you always know what I'm thinking?" Harry smiled inquisitively.
"What?" She shot the words from her mouth like bullets from a gun, looking shocked, looking baffled. She appeared…it couldn't quite be placed.
"It's just, cool. Spooky, but cool." Harry explained. "And it isn't bad, it's special." He looked down.
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just, some of the books I've read, they've talked about magic, and how it's, you know, dark."
"Dark…?" Harry thought back, his memory wasn't completely right as yet, you could almost hear the painful turning of the cogs of his mind. "Defence Against the Dark Arts!" Seeing that she was looking at him a little weird, he went on "At the school, it's a lesson that everyone has to take. It's one of the best lessons actually, except when we had Professor Lockhart, but he was a phoney, so we don't have to put up with him any more. Gimellworth though, he's excellent." Harry mumbled towards the end, realising this probably wasn't especially interesting, to her, anyway. He was still fascinated.
"So, are you gonna' be going back there?" She looked kind of sad. "You're a nice guy you know that? You should go back, and, have fun."
"Thanks, but…" He sighed, needing to think, "I don't know if I will, I mean, I haven't got anywhere else to go, but, I just, I can't go back…"
Harry would have sworn that there was a flicker of a smile there. "Well, you know, if you'd like to, I've got plenty of space, and no one should come looking for you around here…they don't like the forest very much…"
"I…erm, thanks, Juliet; that would be really nice."
Harry didn't know what he was thinking, he hardly knew this girl, her magic seemed, almost, almost dark, she was mysterious, and unknown to him, and yet…
Anyway, his only other alternative was to go back to Hogwarts, wasn't it? And how could he do that? No, this had to be the best option, and who knew; maybe he'd never have to see the Dursley's again?
(A/n, *…* = harry is thinking this, mkay? Except, it's only part of Harry, not that that makes sense, of course.)
*That's right Harry, make yourself feel better, cheer yourself up, you always do try and make the best of a situation, for yourself, that is.*
Harry paused, he didn't remember trying to think this
*Ahh, but who said you had to try? I'm just that nasty little bit of truth in the back of your mind, always ready to point out your down falls, your shortcomings, and who you really are*
But, hey, this hasn't happened before, why are you doing this? Aren't you tormenting yourself as much as me?
*I guess that's just something you'll never know, isn't it?"
The thing cackled, inside Harry's head, drowning out the words of his new housemate - well, his mate, all he could do was hope she couldn't tell what was happening to him, and that what was happening to him, would just stop, and go away.
"You alright Harry?" Her eyes widened, then crumpled, as if to get a better look at him. "Harry?"
"Mmm…" He looked up. "Sorry, I was miles away." The voice had stopped, and he was feeling OK. Was there something about her? No, Harry thought, you know your track record with girls; they say no, or they don't get asked. In fact, they get hurt sometimes.
"Look, I'm going to go and get some wood, and I'll find us some decent food, yeah? You look like you could use it." Juliet walked off into the woods, and had disappeared before Harry got the chance to whip his head round and offer to go with her. He didn't really mind though, he was so tired, and she would have probably wanted to talk to him. He wasn't up to that.
Harry decided to take a little walk around, he wasn't planning to go far, just to walk for about a minute, away from the 'portal tree', as he had renamed it, and then come back. He may have been in the woods before, but he did not remember this particular area, and he didn't want to be walking by himself in this place at all really, he just figured he would have to at some point, so why not start now?
Harry walked in the direction that he thought Julie had gone, though he wasn't at all sure. He realised it droped quite steeply behind the thick oak tree, and assumed that to be where Juliet had gone, as it would explain how she'd got away so quickly. He walked along the top to a small dip in the hill, which looked like some sort of footpath, and began to walk down, supporting himself with his hands. It wasn't as hard as he'd thought. In fact, he managed to trot down the final few feet without any help from his hands, and he was fine.
A noise erupted from the tree tops, and Harry suddenly remembered where he was – in the dark forest. He was relieved when he saw that it had been made by a bird flying over head, that was all, and the bird looked quite normal, completely un-dangerous, as far as Harry could tell. Not that it mattered anymore, it had flown off into the distance, and out of his sight. It was then that it struck him how weird it was that there weren't any creepy creatures around, normally the place was swamping with them. In the second year, there had been literally thousands of spiders in there, not to mention centaurs and unicorns. Wasn't that slightly freaky?
*Oh well, don't you worry about. Harry Potter's always so lucky, you'll be fine. That's what always happens you see…you're fine, it's just all those around you who suffer…*
"Why the hell do you keep going on at me like this?" Harry shouted at himself, which was a mistake. A thunderous noise erupted from not far off, but who knew from which direction, as Harry stood there, petrified…
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