A/N: Yeah, I guess the same one as last chapter. I don't think I'll be getting three chapters a day out forever though, so I sincerely hope you'll stick around for the entire story. Remember, this is my first!
P.S. I might be able to bring our laptop with us on the trip, so I might post more chapters!
P.P.S. I would like to whholeheartedly thank my first reviewer Kurbani! Thank you!
Chapter Three:The Trouble with News
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Everyone just sat and gaped at Harry, rubbing at the bandages over his eyes and still talking.
"Stupid Snape, even has to ruin my dreams with his yelling. Why doesn't he go take a shower and stop breathing down my neck?"
Everyone sat stunned, and then a din of laughter started, excluding Snape for obvious reasons. Harry stopped what he was doing at hearing all the laughing and tried to sit up, gave up and laid back down. Everything eventually died down, but Harry was still awake thinking. 'Why am I hearing a lot of people? Am I still at the Dursley's? Did someone find me?' he thought. He decided it was okay to ask out loud, repeating the same questions.
After they told him the whole story, he was frowning slightly, causing people to be confused. He then began to speak slowly, as though he really had to think about each word. "I'm sorry that you had to see me like that....... with Hedwig, and the blood, and everything.......... I'll tell you later.Perhaps later," said Harry. As an afterthought, he added," Why do I have bandages on my head?"
"Professor Snape," Ron sniggered before continuing at a look from said professor," did that. Those people, the Dursleys (causing everyone in the room to scowl darkly), poured something in your eyes, and-"
"It was hydrochloric acid. A drop in each eye each day over three days. Burned like hell and back."
Professor Snape stepped forward and began unwrapping the bandages, talking to Harry." Then there's a good chance you won't be able to see again. There are many spells that can be used in this case to correct the damage and restore vision, however, so don't worry. You might not even need your old glasses anymore if the spell can be taken that far."
Fred and George who looked impatient the whole time, blew open several bottles of Butterbeer with their wands and handed one to a confused but grinning Harry," HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY!"
"Seriously, it's my birthday?"
"Yes, Harry, and you've had us all so worried that we bought a ton of presents for you," exclaimed Hermione, who was handing him a present. Harry, with shaking hands, took it, and thanked everyone for everything before opening the now huge pile of gifts.
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The last week before school started, like the week before had, passed in a blur. However, this time it was because everything around the the house was cheerful again and not tense and anxious. Harry had been gaining weight steadily since coming back to Grimmald Place, and in another week or so, would be almost back to normal.
Harry had been quite surprised at the amount of presents he had gotten and had thoroughly laughed as Remus told him he was now holding a new broom in his hands. The party had gone on for quite a bit until Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore showed up, the latter looking quite amused and the former quite horrified. She yelled for everyone to leave, and many left the room giving her dirty looks on cutting short their time with the guest of honour. Dumbledore, meanwhile, was congratualating Harry on pulling through and the new broom before letting Harry go back to sleep.
As they didn't have to go shopping for any school stuff, Ron and Hermione sat around with Harry everyday, glad to be seeing their old friend back, even if he was quieter after the party and spoke less. On the day before school started, Madam Pomfrey dropped by again, and told him that he would be strong enough to make the trip to Hogwarts on the train, causing the three of them to whoop and holler. Harry was a bit worried about getting on and off of the train and the carriages, but Hermione and Ron promised to help him. As celebration for tomorrow, Harry, with the help of one of his friends on either side, made the trip down to the kitchen for dinner, blushing furiously as everyone gave him a standing ovation.
Harry fell asleep at the table, and when everyone noticed, Lupin offered to carry him to his room. He then tucked Harry into bed, Harry murmuring,"Night Uncle Wemy" which caused a small smile to erupt on the werewolf's face. Harry seemed to remember the pet name for his "uncle" from when he was tiny. Sighing, he closed Harry's door, whispering, "Goodnight, Little Prongs."
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The day of the trip had come at last, causing everyone to feel anxious but happy, no one more so than Harry. He had had another surprise visit from Dumbledore that morning who healed the damge to his eyes so well Harry didn't even need his old glasses anymore, causing him to grin ear to ear.
Yes, he was thoroughly looking forward to going back to school with his friends as he walked into King's Cross.
As Harry and the other three along with their guard of Moody, Lupin, Mr and Mrs Weasley, and Fred and George stepped onto Platform 9¾, noise exploded at once. Everyone from Gryffindor had been waiting for Harry. The guard departed, and Harry found a compartment with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, still being followed by the mob. Harry shooed them away, one of them dropping a Daily Prophet. Harry grew cold, knowing that unknown.
With a low sigh much like a hiss, he opened the Prophet to the front page, and what he saw almost made him faint.
The headline "BOY-WHO-LIVED ABUSED BY RELATIVES" sat above two pictures: one of his cupboard, the other of himself right after leaving. 'No wonder they were swarming around me,' he thought angrily. ' They just wanted to look at the freak. Well, no matter, I don't need them anyway.'
He tossed the Prophet at his two friends sitting across the way, and they both looked as angry and shocked as he did when they read it. Harry looked out the window, and said no more the entire trip, except to cuss out people who came to the compartment in Parseltongue. They got the jist, and left Harry alone with his slowly forming dark thoughts.
Everything after that went almost unnoticed until Ron and Hermione gasped when they got to the carriages.
"What?" asked Harry irritably, looking at the thestrals. After last year those things really creeped him out.
"I can see them!" They said, which caught their friend's attention.
"Really?"
"They're kind of transparent, but I can see them," said Ron.
"Probably cause I was so close to being dead when you found me, that you can half see them." He paid them no more heed and got into a carriage, followed slowly by Ron and Hermione, still gazing at them in wonderment and the realization that Harry had talked about what happened to him so bluntly. They were slightly taken aback.
The Great Hall shot down Harry's idea that everyone would leave him alone. When he walked in, many whispers started and many questions were yelled across the hall, from "Do ya want them to get death?" to "Do you really have the word 'FREAK' on your chest?". Harry glared at them all angrily and sat at the end of the table. However, Dumbledore caught his eye and motioned for him to sit in the empty chair next to him, and Harry left Ron and Hermione at the table.
"Before we start the feast, I must say one important statement: Anyone caught asking questions of Harry without having his consent will be punished with detention. Thank you, and let the feast begin!"
Immediately hushed talking broke out again, causing Harry to glare angrily at the four house tables again before starting on his dinner.
P.S. I might be able to bring our laptop with us on the trip, so I might post more chapters!
P.P.S. I would like to whholeheartedly thank my first reviewer Kurbani! Thank you!
Chapter Three:The Trouble with News
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Everyone just sat and gaped at Harry, rubbing at the bandages over his eyes and still talking.
"Stupid Snape, even has to ruin my dreams with his yelling. Why doesn't he go take a shower and stop breathing down my neck?"
Everyone sat stunned, and then a din of laughter started, excluding Snape for obvious reasons. Harry stopped what he was doing at hearing all the laughing and tried to sit up, gave up and laid back down. Everything eventually died down, but Harry was still awake thinking. 'Why am I hearing a lot of people? Am I still at the Dursley's? Did someone find me?' he thought. He decided it was okay to ask out loud, repeating the same questions.
After they told him the whole story, he was frowning slightly, causing people to be confused. He then began to speak slowly, as though he really had to think about each word. "I'm sorry that you had to see me like that....... with Hedwig, and the blood, and everything.......... I'll tell you later.Perhaps later," said Harry. As an afterthought, he added," Why do I have bandages on my head?"
"Professor Snape," Ron sniggered before continuing at a look from said professor," did that. Those people, the Dursleys (causing everyone in the room to scowl darkly), poured something in your eyes, and-"
"It was hydrochloric acid. A drop in each eye each day over three days. Burned like hell and back."
Professor Snape stepped forward and began unwrapping the bandages, talking to Harry." Then there's a good chance you won't be able to see again. There are many spells that can be used in this case to correct the damage and restore vision, however, so don't worry. You might not even need your old glasses anymore if the spell can be taken that far."
Fred and George who looked impatient the whole time, blew open several bottles of Butterbeer with their wands and handed one to a confused but grinning Harry," HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY!"
"Seriously, it's my birthday?"
"Yes, Harry, and you've had us all so worried that we bought a ton of presents for you," exclaimed Hermione, who was handing him a present. Harry, with shaking hands, took it, and thanked everyone for everything before opening the now huge pile of gifts.
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The last week before school started, like the week before had, passed in a blur. However, this time it was because everything around the the house was cheerful again and not tense and anxious. Harry had been gaining weight steadily since coming back to Grimmald Place, and in another week or so, would be almost back to normal.
Harry had been quite surprised at the amount of presents he had gotten and had thoroughly laughed as Remus told him he was now holding a new broom in his hands. The party had gone on for quite a bit until Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore showed up, the latter looking quite amused and the former quite horrified. She yelled for everyone to leave, and many left the room giving her dirty looks on cutting short their time with the guest of honour. Dumbledore, meanwhile, was congratualating Harry on pulling through and the new broom before letting Harry go back to sleep.
As they didn't have to go shopping for any school stuff, Ron and Hermione sat around with Harry everyday, glad to be seeing their old friend back, even if he was quieter after the party and spoke less. On the day before school started, Madam Pomfrey dropped by again, and told him that he would be strong enough to make the trip to Hogwarts on the train, causing the three of them to whoop and holler. Harry was a bit worried about getting on and off of the train and the carriages, but Hermione and Ron promised to help him. As celebration for tomorrow, Harry, with the help of one of his friends on either side, made the trip down to the kitchen for dinner, blushing furiously as everyone gave him a standing ovation.
Harry fell asleep at the table, and when everyone noticed, Lupin offered to carry him to his room. He then tucked Harry into bed, Harry murmuring,"Night Uncle Wemy" which caused a small smile to erupt on the werewolf's face. Harry seemed to remember the pet name for his "uncle" from when he was tiny. Sighing, he closed Harry's door, whispering, "Goodnight, Little Prongs."
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The day of the trip had come at last, causing everyone to feel anxious but happy, no one more so than Harry. He had had another surprise visit from Dumbledore that morning who healed the damge to his eyes so well Harry didn't even need his old glasses anymore, causing him to grin ear to ear.
Yes, he was thoroughly looking forward to going back to school with his friends as he walked into King's Cross.
As Harry and the other three along with their guard of Moody, Lupin, Mr and Mrs Weasley, and Fred and George stepped onto Platform 9¾, noise exploded at once. Everyone from Gryffindor had been waiting for Harry. The guard departed, and Harry found a compartment with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, still being followed by the mob. Harry shooed them away, one of them dropping a Daily Prophet. Harry grew cold, knowing that unknown.
With a low sigh much like a hiss, he opened the Prophet to the front page, and what he saw almost made him faint.
The headline "BOY-WHO-LIVED ABUSED BY RELATIVES" sat above two pictures: one of his cupboard, the other of himself right after leaving. 'No wonder they were swarming around me,' he thought angrily. ' They just wanted to look at the freak. Well, no matter, I don't need them anyway.'
He tossed the Prophet at his two friends sitting across the way, and they both looked as angry and shocked as he did when they read it. Harry looked out the window, and said no more the entire trip, except to cuss out people who came to the compartment in Parseltongue. They got the jist, and left Harry alone with his slowly forming dark thoughts.
Everything after that went almost unnoticed until Ron and Hermione gasped when they got to the carriages.
"What?" asked Harry irritably, looking at the thestrals. After last year those things really creeped him out.
"I can see them!" They said, which caught their friend's attention.
"Really?"
"They're kind of transparent, but I can see them," said Ron.
"Probably cause I was so close to being dead when you found me, that you can half see them." He paid them no more heed and got into a carriage, followed slowly by Ron and Hermione, still gazing at them in wonderment and the realization that Harry had talked about what happened to him so bluntly. They were slightly taken aback.
The Great Hall shot down Harry's idea that everyone would leave him alone. When he walked in, many whispers started and many questions were yelled across the hall, from "Do ya want them to get death?" to "Do you really have the word 'FREAK' on your chest?". Harry glared at them all angrily and sat at the end of the table. However, Dumbledore caught his eye and motioned for him to sit in the empty chair next to him, and Harry left Ron and Hermione at the table.
"Before we start the feast, I must say one important statement: Anyone caught asking questions of Harry without having his consent will be punished with detention. Thank you, and let the feast begin!"
Immediately hushed talking broke out again, causing Harry to glare angrily at the four house tables again before starting on his dinner.