DEAR ME! I've found a buncha mistakes…so pardon me!
Mistake 1) He said he feared for Snuffles. Isn't snuffles dead (back in that chapter)? Well – yes, he is. So I screwed up. Well, sue me. NONO DON'T! All you'll get is $3.47, a button, and some lint. x[
Harry's legs carried him as far as the stairwell back downstairs before the pain hit him. All the scars, bruises, barks – they were all taking a toll on his energy. He got back up slowly and walked a fast as he could with Remus' help. Once he got down to the floor above the dungeons, he saw the class gathered around Ron and Hermione, close behind.
"VISIONS! Hermione, he's been lying to us! I KNEW Mum wasn't kidding! I told you what she'd said at the beginning of the summer – all of the Ministry thinks that Harry's gone complete bonkers since the end of 5th year! He was hearing things, and talking to mirrors, and he trusted a house elf!. Mum didn't want to believe it, but then Percy finally came home, and he told Mum and Dad what had happened at Harry's trial, and they ALL think he' connected."
"Connected – like what?"
"God, Dean. You are slow. Connected to HIM. Voldemort." Everyone gasped, and Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Yea, that's right. Percy said that he's on a project about curse scars, and that Harry's probably going to go Dark soon. You've all seen how reclusive he's been – he's hiding something, and we all know. And I've got the journal!"
"Ron – Harry's our friend! How can you say that about him?"
"Herimone! I told you at the beginning of this year that I wanted nothing to do with him, and if we had ditched him full on, it'd have been suspicious. Now we have proof!"
"What proof?" piped Seamus from behind.
"He's been having dreams all summer; he's been seeing You Know Who in his visions. Here! It says," Ron read from the journal to Harry's regret, "'It feels like I'm so close to talking to him…so close…" God, guys! He sounds hopeful of being able to talk to him! Hopeful!"
"What were you saying about your parents and Percy and stuff?"
"Oh, right – sorry, Drean. Well, mum was all sad and what-not about Si—the Department of Mysteries thing, and I heard her mutter, 'Potter boy can't stay out of trouble – thinks he can save the world!" I asked her what she was on about, and she looked at me with hre Weasley eyes and sat me down and spent two bloody hours going on about how he could have gotten me killed – and Gin, and Hermione, and Luna, and Neville, and everyone who was near there. She said that since 2nd year she'd been thinking about what happened to Gin and just realized, sort of suddenly, that it was Harry's fault. I mean, come on! How can we not have seen it? I don't even know why I believed him about You Know Who coming back in 4th year – probably because Dumbledore said so, but still! I started losing faith in him near the end of fourth year, and this is the last straw! God! He's such a lyring arse! He just want's all the damned attention. Oh, boo-hoo, poor Harry Potter has the world on his shoulders –"
Harry couldn't take much more, but he wasn't the only one.
"Mr. Weasley, I advise you to stop your accusations at once and come with me," Remus stepped in.
"Get away from me, werewolf."
Remus' eyes narrowed. "THAT has nothing to do with what I need to speak to you about."
"Ron – just – give it back, please!" Harry finally took a step forward, and all around him, people backed away.
"YOU'RE CONNECTED TO THE BASTARD! YOU'RE PROBABLY JUST A SPY!"
"RON! HE KILLED MY PARENTS – AND SNUFFLES," Harry added with a kick in the ankle from Remus. "WHY WOULD I SPY FOR HIM?"
Ron rounded on Harry in a frightening manner. "Because you've always wanted the attention, haven't you? You've always bossed Hermione and I around – and you probably want her dead!"
"Ron – that's TOTALLY irrational! Listen to yourself!"
"NO! I won't give you back this journal – I'll read it through and through, and I'll copy it so that every student has a copy. Then maybe you'll get the attention you want!"
"Ron – no, no, no, no – you can't – god, no – you can't!" Harry said, eyes wide with fear.
"LIKE HELL I CAN'T!" Harry was pushed backwards by a punch to the stomach from no other then Ronald Weasley himself.
"RON!" Neville shouted.
"YOU THINK – THAT JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO PARENTS – THAT YOU DESERVE ALL THE PITY AND SORROWFUL GLARES THAT YOU GET – YOU – YOU bastard," Ron spat, punching Harry in his stomach and his cheek everytime he paused. Harry was bleeding, but didn't care.
"Ron – you can't read that – I don't care – spread any rumors you want – just don't – read – my – journal." By now he was coughing up blood.
Ron's eyes narrowed as he opened the book to any random page.
"July 7th, 1997. Dudley and his gang went out again - Petunia thinks they're for tea, but I know they're smoking. And I know WHAT they're smoking, too. Dudley was all high and mighty when he came home – literally – and decided to use me for a punching bag. Nothing new there. It really sucks that I have to wait until I'm in my world to use the Cover-up Charm – the neighbors are starting to wonder, especially Mrs. Figg. She's been really nice this summer, with what happened to Snuffles and all. I just told her I fell down the steps, but she knows better. Hell, if she saw all my cuts, she'd Floo Dumbledore with as much fury as she yelled at Mundungus. That still amazes me, though – "
"They hit you, Harry?" Lavender asked, timidly.
"You get boring fast, Potter," came from Ron.
Ron called me Potter. RON called me POTTER, Harry thought.
"August 17th, 1997 –"
"RON NO! GOD, RON, JUST DON'T! IF YOU HAVE ANY SYMPATHY AT ALL FOR ANYONE, YOU WON'T!" Harry was crying again, out of fear.
What's in that entry? Draco thought from behind Harry. He knew he should step in and hex Ron to oblivion, but he couldn't move. He was scared of the look in Harry's eyes.
Ron's eyes scanned the page, first with pure disgust on his face, then a slight smile, and then a pure smirk.
"That really happened, Potter?" Harry nodded slowly, eyes still wide. "You deserved it. You deserved that ten times over, and everything more. Every bit of pain he caused you – I'd give it to you again, and again. Just – not in that way – can't have me dirtying myself up, can we?"
"Harry – what –" Neville was the one to ask the question.
"EXPILLIARMUS! STUPEFY! ACCIO JOURNAL!" came a call from behind Harry. Ron's wand left his hand and he dropped to the floor, stupefied.
"STUPEFY!" someone called again, and Hermione was on the floor. Harry didn't dare turn around to see the speaker – he just walked to the nearest window and stared out. Birds, fox's, clouds –
"Get out of here! There's nothing to see! Go to your next class, and tell them we won't be there. GO!" Harry heard.
"Po-Harry? Harry, are you okay?" came a somewhat gentle voice from the same spot. Malfoy. Harry closed his eyes, and let all the hidden teardrops fall. He was crying for shame; crying for shame and guilt.
I DID deserve it. What a self-centered bastard I've been. Every. Single. Bit. I can't believe I let Figg tell me it wasn't my fault. This is my entire fault! Harry choked out a sob, which Malfoy didn't seem to hear.
Harry turned around, and Malfoy was shocked to see his whole face tearstreaked. Draco stepped back, then forward to Harry.
"Harry? Harry – are – you're bleeding – I'll get that –" Draco put up a hand as to brush away Harry's hair and tend ot the gash in his head, but Harry just turned away.
"Forget it. It's nothing," he said, barely audible.
"No, cmon, that's gotta be deep – it's gotta hurt –"
"Its. Nothing," Harry emphasized. Really, it wasn't anything to any other kind of hurt Harry'd every felt - especially not that of the recent events.
WHEEE!!! Okay –that one was fun!
STUPID, STUPID RON! *whacks over head*
He'll explain himself later, though – weird, righT?
SPOILERS!
"Ever had everything you ever had, wanted, or needed taken away?"
"No –"
"Been rape—" Harry's eyes got wide. "Wait – I didn't mean that one. Sorry –"
Draco was astounded. Why would Harry ask that? Unless – "Has anyone every WHAT?"
"Nothing – nothing –"
