September passed and so did October, they had finally settled into their schedules over time and now it seemed like the year would never end. Then, before they knew it, it was Halloween.
One thing that no one but Harry knew was the Draco was a sugar junkie (he usually didn't eat very much at meals, but he ate an unhealthy amount of candy which was probably why he was so thin and sickly looking). Once Harry had managed to catch sight of Draco's stash (since their beds were next to each other), not to mention he now knew Draco well enough that his subtle moves to brush his face, or cupping his chin was to actually hide the fact that the was popping candy corn into his mouth.
''You're a pig.'' Harry hissed as he watched Draco pop in another piece of candy corn during Care of Magical Creatures.
''Am not, you're just jealous.''
''Of what? They practically have floating buckets full of candy up and down the halls. You've been stuffing your face all day with sweets. You're going to get diabetes.''
Malfoy shot him a confused look, ''What's that?''
''It's a disease from eating too much sugar.''
''I've never heard of such a disease.''
''Well it exists, the Muggles have diabetics inject themselves with insulin every day if they get the disease.''
''You see, you just said the magic word Potter, ''Muggles''. When are you going to learn that Wizards are so much more superior because we don't get Muggle diseases.''
''Says the ignorant moron who though wizards couldn't get chicken pox. You were practically running away from Justin in fear when we researched and found out that wizards got chicken pox just like Muggles do. You should have gotten them, teach you a lesson.''
''Potty, shouldn't you be paying attention to class?''
''We're looking at Mindlegrines, they're just frogs that look like stones that you can't walk on or they squirt you. They don't even have a decent potions use.''
Draco made a face, ''That's scary Potty, you're sounding like Snape.''
''It's true.''
''Well, Mr. Walking Encyclopedia, between you and Textbook, I probably don't ever have to do homework again huh?''
''In your dreams Malfoy.''
''You want to be in my dreams Potter? You have the strangest kinks.''
''Pervert.''
''Retard.''
''Moron.''
''...'' Draco stopped and then whispered, ''Potty, did the teacher just call on us?''
~~~
That night, Halloween dinner was coming along nicely until Professor Quirrell barged in and screamed about a Troll at the top of his lungs.
The students started to yell in terror and started a mass exodus out of the Great Hall. Harry was about to follow the Slytherin Prefect back to the towers when Ron suddenly came over looking panic stricken, '' 'arry! I sort of said something not so nice to 'Mione earlier and s-she didn't come to dinner. I don't know where she is. I-I can't find her and she doesn't know about the Troll! Please you have to help me find her!''
''Do you know where she is?'' Harry asked quickly and followed after Ron.
Draco's head popped above the crowed and spotted Harry and Ron running to one of the side doors they shouldn't have been exiting. ''What the bloody hell?''
He then squirmed through the crowed and followed after the two foolish students.
~~~
When Draco arrived, he found the three backed into a corner, trying to evade the Troll's oversized club. Draco looked for the first hex he could think of.
''Locomotor Mortis!'' Draco yelled, the troll's feet immediately snapped together as if an invisible rope tied around it's legs and it fell over due to it's overweight belly. The creature screamed and squalled on the ground for a bit, flailing his club around dangerously.
''Mobilicorpus!'' Draco tried, but it didn't work.
''Why doesn't it work?''
''You can't do direct spells at the Troll, its skin is too thick, you can only do external spells!'' Hermione instructed even as she jumped away from the troll's club.
''I can't hold the leg binding spell much longer!'' Draco yelled, trying to concentrate. Unfortunately the creature was growing angrier and in a snap it managed to break free and swing it's club down at Draco head.
''No!'' Hermione screamed as her hands quickly went to her ears so she wouldn't hear the sickening crunch.
But the Troll stopped and froze. Hermione stared as she pulled her hands away from her ears. Now she could suddenly hear a sort of eerie whisper surrounding the room, ''What?''
''Uh... Hermione... There's something wrong with Harry.'' Ron said, pointing at Harry.
Harry was standing there with his eyes blank whispering something incoherent, it seemed to echo throughout the room and swarm around. Hermione shivered, it was making her skin crawl. Harry twitched involuntarily, like a ragged doll being jarred on strings attached to his limbs. But he kept whispered gibberish.
Meanwhile, Draco, quickly took the opportunity to get out from under the troll's club and stood at the opposite wall of the bathroom, away from the troll. When he finally gathered his bearings he also noticed the whispering, then he noticed Harry, ''Hey! What's wrong with him?''
Ron shrugged, ''W-we don't know!''
''Harry, snap out it?'' Hermione said waving a hand in front of Harry's face.
Suddenly Professor McGonagall rushed to the bathroom, ''What's going on?!''
''We don't know!'' Ron retorted, ''There's something wrong with Harry!''
Minerva paled at the sight, she could practically taste the unsteady magic in the air, she had to get the other children away from Harry for their own safety.
''Mr. Wealsey, Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy come over to me.''
''What about Harry?''
''I-I cant do anything about Mr. Potter right now, I'm not sure what kind of trance he's in, however I do know that if anything goes wrong, all of you will be injured very badly, now come to where I am.''
The three children immediately obeyed and walked over to Professor McGonagall. She created a shield around them so that the magic that Harry was producing wouldn't harm them. She was about to take them away when Hermione suddenly turned and pointed back at Harry and the Troll, ''Look!''
Harry's eyes were glowing blue and a bluish sphere had appeared around the troll and was now closing in the monster. The monster let out a scream, but it was somehow muffled by what seemed to be a silencing charm. Then the sphere grew smaller and smaller while blurring out the Troll, until it was the size of a tennis ball. Then the sphere disappeared and out of it dropped a small cockroach that skittered around. Without thinking, Draco, quickly picked up the bat and went over to squish the bug.
''Just in case, so it doesn't turn back.'' Draco said quickly, justifying his actions
Harry's eye suddenly dimmed and became green once more, then they rolled back and he collapsed onto the bathroom floor.
~~~
Harry woke up to the sound of Snape yelling at Madam Pomfrey, ''Would you stop groping at me woman?!''
''I'm trying to heal the wound on your leg Severus! I can't believe you didn't come to me immediately, now look at it! It's infected!''
''Nothing a few potions won't fix.''
''And a few hours in the hospital.''
''No.''
''Yes, now lie down! Or else the next time you see me, I'll be in operation room at St. Mungo's telling you 'I told you so' as the medi-wizard amputate your leg.''
''It's nothing!'' Severus reiterated and tried to move off of the bed, but Madam Pomfrey held up an injector, ''You keep thrashing around, I will not hesitated to inject you with this.''
Snape scowled and settled back down, trying to work up the nastiest glare he could manage at the bedsheets.
Madam Pomfrey, didn't stop attending Severus but now she ignored him and she started talking to Harry, ''How are you feeling?''
''A bit woozy.''
''That's to be expected. You've been out for a day.''
''What happened?''
Madam Pomfrey sighed, ''Actually, I don't know. Professor McGonagall carried you in unconscious and wouldn't tell me how you got this way. But I do believe she told the Headmaster. I'll inform him you've awaken once I'm done with Severus.''
Harry looked over at his Head of House's bloody leg, ''What happened?''
''Minor injury, fell down.'' Severus said curtly
Harry frowned, the wound wasn't a scrape though, it was deep, as if something sharp had gouged into it. He didn't want to further irritate his already irate professor, so he replied dumbly. ''Oh...okay...''
After Madam Pomfrey stopped rubbing the potion on Snapes leg and bandaged it up, she went off to talk to Dumbledore.
~~~
Harry had been informed of what he had done to the Troll by Dumbledore and his friends. He was bit stunned at their description and perhaps even a bit fearful.
Eventually, he had been let out of the hospital and returned to his normal life.
Slytherin won the Quidditch game again, much to Professor Sprout's chagrin. The game had been dangerous and rough on Harry, he didn't even know why but his broom had suddenly spun out of control, causing him to almost fall off. Hermione had later told him that she had seen Snape chanting while staring at Harry and Harry's broom didn't return back to normal until Hermione had set Snape's robes on fire. This information had greatly disturbed Harry.
But the Slytherins seemed ignorant of Harry's discomfort and paranoia and partied that night with food and drinks from the kitchen.
As the sated Slytherins lounged around on the furniture talking about the came, one of them suddenly said, '' We showed those Hufflepuff weaklings that The Dark Lord's house always wins.''
Harry suddenly froze and darted his eyes over to the speaker, it was Terence Higgs. The Seeker that Harry had replaced.
Then suddenly, to Harry's left, a hand came up with a cup to toast Terence, ''Here here! To the Dark Lord!''
The owner of the hand was Draco Malfoy.
~~~
Harry lay awake all night listening to the breathing of his dorm mates all night. He wasn't sure why, but he felt... betrayed. He hadn't realized that Draco was a supporter of the Dark Lord. He was a Malfoy and Harry had initially thought so, but after being friends with him for a few months, he started to doubt it. Perhaps he wasn't as perceptive as he thought.
'Did he just make friends with me to get to Jerry?' Harry wondered.
It was always about Jerry wasn't it. The situation sort of reminded Harry of this one muggle book that he read a few years ago and left him disturbed for a month. A quote from the book that the grandmother had kept viciously imparting on the less liked child kept echoing in his head, ''Jacob Have I Loved, Esau Have I Hated.''
He flipped and turned on his side, trying to get comfortable. But he couldn't even keep his eyes shut. Finally he gave up trying to sleep and headed downstairs to sit in the common room, maybe he'd practice a little magic to clear his mind, just like back in the clearing at home.
At first he thought about all the things that bothered him. At home he would always start like this, trying to go through each of things that troubled him and write them down somewhere in his mind and then after he finished he would take a mental erasure and wipe them away. Then he would begin working with his magic. He sat down on the rug in the middle of the Slytherin common room and started to think.
First he thought about Draco. Had his only friend in Slytherin been lying to him the whole time. He never told Harry, but a lie of omission was still a lie. What if Draco had plans on being a Death Eater? Would he used and sacrifice Harry to get to Jerry?
Well, it wasn't like Draco was that good of a friend. He only helped out Harry when felt like it. A lot of times Draco would only hang out with him if he was bored. Harry mentally scolded himself for being so gullible. Draco had only been curious that time with the Troll, he hadn't meant to get involved, he had told Harry as much. And he never mentioned any sort of thanks for when Harry saved him from Jerry. Who was he kidding? Draco was... selfish. Just like every Slytherin here. Slytherin... perhaps, if he wanted to survive, he would have to start acting like them.
Then there was Professor Snape. He was a Death Eater and probably tried to kill him. Harry had tried to keep up a façade of a polite respect towards his Head of House, but he no long had the same attachment he had felt near the beginning of the year. Was he trying to kill Jerry? Harry didn't really like his... okay, he hated his brother. But he didn't want him to die...
Was he completely surrounded by people ready to stab him in the back?
The rest of his house seemed ready to turn on him at any chance...
Why would Dumbledore hire a Death Eater? He probably didn't know...Should Harry tell on his Head of House?
And another thing that bothered Harry was that the Headmaster loved Jerry just like everyone (except anyone Slytherin, Ron, Hermione and Fred and George) loved Jerry. They made way for him, surrounded him when he practiced for next year's Quidditch's tryouts. It made Harry feel bitter every time he found himself alone in the library and then saw a group of Jerry's friends yelling and cheering outside of his window. It was almost as if he was trying to taunt Harry.
Harry let out a deep sigh and then slowly began to toss his darker thoughts into the endless dark abyss in the back of his mind and surrounded himself in whiteness, thinking of nothing...
Harry then deeply inhaled, drawing on the power around him, he could sense the couches, the rug, the fire in the fireplace... He plunged deeper and then he could feel the stones that made up the Slytherin Tower. Reaching out further, he could feel the rest of Hogwarts, the halls the classrooms, the secret rooms, he went down further... and further and further... Then he felt something new, besides stones. It was cool and slick, like scales, he traveled along the scales and eventually came upon the end.
And suddenly his mind was filled with the sight of a giant snake.
Harry let out a yelp and jumped as he quickly stood up, from his spot and back away until his back was against the portrait. He quickly opened the portrait and started to run. He didn't know why he was running, just that he was. What had he seen? A Giant Snake. It was there, living breathing in the foundations of Hogwarts. Did Dumbledore know it was there?
Harry raked a shaky hand through his hair. He didn't know how long he stood there staring at that spot. After finally regaining his bearing, he shook his head, he was going crazy. There was no snake, he was too tired from the Quidditch game and probably had a snack that had gone bad.
Yes, that was it.
He quickly walked around the spot and headed back to his dorm to see if he could catch some sleep.
But unbeknownst to him, something even dangerous resided inside of him. In the darkness of his mind, a creature, unknowingly invited, lived at the bottom of where Harry swept away his bad thoughts and greedily devoured them.
And as more things troubled Harry, the stronger it grew.
~~~
One thing that no one but Harry knew was the Draco was a sugar junkie (he usually didn't eat very much at meals, but he ate an unhealthy amount of candy which was probably why he was so thin and sickly looking). Once Harry had managed to catch sight of Draco's stash (since their beds were next to each other), not to mention he now knew Draco well enough that his subtle moves to brush his face, or cupping his chin was to actually hide the fact that the was popping candy corn into his mouth.
''You're a pig.'' Harry hissed as he watched Draco pop in another piece of candy corn during Care of Magical Creatures.
''Am not, you're just jealous.''
''Of what? They practically have floating buckets full of candy up and down the halls. You've been stuffing your face all day with sweets. You're going to get diabetes.''
Malfoy shot him a confused look, ''What's that?''
''It's a disease from eating too much sugar.''
''I've never heard of such a disease.''
''Well it exists, the Muggles have diabetics inject themselves with insulin every day if they get the disease.''
''You see, you just said the magic word Potter, ''Muggles''. When are you going to learn that Wizards are so much more superior because we don't get Muggle diseases.''
''Says the ignorant moron who though wizards couldn't get chicken pox. You were practically running away from Justin in fear when we researched and found out that wizards got chicken pox just like Muggles do. You should have gotten them, teach you a lesson.''
''Potty, shouldn't you be paying attention to class?''
''We're looking at Mindlegrines, they're just frogs that look like stones that you can't walk on or they squirt you. They don't even have a decent potions use.''
Draco made a face, ''That's scary Potty, you're sounding like Snape.''
''It's true.''
''Well, Mr. Walking Encyclopedia, between you and Textbook, I probably don't ever have to do homework again huh?''
''In your dreams Malfoy.''
''You want to be in my dreams Potter? You have the strangest kinks.''
''Pervert.''
''Retard.''
''Moron.''
''...'' Draco stopped and then whispered, ''Potty, did the teacher just call on us?''
~~~
That night, Halloween dinner was coming along nicely until Professor Quirrell barged in and screamed about a Troll at the top of his lungs.
The students started to yell in terror and started a mass exodus out of the Great Hall. Harry was about to follow the Slytherin Prefect back to the towers when Ron suddenly came over looking panic stricken, '' 'arry! I sort of said something not so nice to 'Mione earlier and s-she didn't come to dinner. I don't know where she is. I-I can't find her and she doesn't know about the Troll! Please you have to help me find her!''
''Do you know where she is?'' Harry asked quickly and followed after Ron.
Draco's head popped above the crowed and spotted Harry and Ron running to one of the side doors they shouldn't have been exiting. ''What the bloody hell?''
He then squirmed through the crowed and followed after the two foolish students.
~~~
When Draco arrived, he found the three backed into a corner, trying to evade the Troll's oversized club. Draco looked for the first hex he could think of.
''Locomotor Mortis!'' Draco yelled, the troll's feet immediately snapped together as if an invisible rope tied around it's legs and it fell over due to it's overweight belly. The creature screamed and squalled on the ground for a bit, flailing his club around dangerously.
''Mobilicorpus!'' Draco tried, but it didn't work.
''Why doesn't it work?''
''You can't do direct spells at the Troll, its skin is too thick, you can only do external spells!'' Hermione instructed even as she jumped away from the troll's club.
''I can't hold the leg binding spell much longer!'' Draco yelled, trying to concentrate. Unfortunately the creature was growing angrier and in a snap it managed to break free and swing it's club down at Draco head.
''No!'' Hermione screamed as her hands quickly went to her ears so she wouldn't hear the sickening crunch.
But the Troll stopped and froze. Hermione stared as she pulled her hands away from her ears. Now she could suddenly hear a sort of eerie whisper surrounding the room, ''What?''
''Uh... Hermione... There's something wrong with Harry.'' Ron said, pointing at Harry.
Harry was standing there with his eyes blank whispering something incoherent, it seemed to echo throughout the room and swarm around. Hermione shivered, it was making her skin crawl. Harry twitched involuntarily, like a ragged doll being jarred on strings attached to his limbs. But he kept whispered gibberish.
Meanwhile, Draco, quickly took the opportunity to get out from under the troll's club and stood at the opposite wall of the bathroom, away from the troll. When he finally gathered his bearings he also noticed the whispering, then he noticed Harry, ''Hey! What's wrong with him?''
Ron shrugged, ''W-we don't know!''
''Harry, snap out it?'' Hermione said waving a hand in front of Harry's face.
Suddenly Professor McGonagall rushed to the bathroom, ''What's going on?!''
''We don't know!'' Ron retorted, ''There's something wrong with Harry!''
Minerva paled at the sight, she could practically taste the unsteady magic in the air, she had to get the other children away from Harry for their own safety.
''Mr. Wealsey, Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy come over to me.''
''What about Harry?''
''I-I cant do anything about Mr. Potter right now, I'm not sure what kind of trance he's in, however I do know that if anything goes wrong, all of you will be injured very badly, now come to where I am.''
The three children immediately obeyed and walked over to Professor McGonagall. She created a shield around them so that the magic that Harry was producing wouldn't harm them. She was about to take them away when Hermione suddenly turned and pointed back at Harry and the Troll, ''Look!''
Harry's eyes were glowing blue and a bluish sphere had appeared around the troll and was now closing in the monster. The monster let out a scream, but it was somehow muffled by what seemed to be a silencing charm. Then the sphere grew smaller and smaller while blurring out the Troll, until it was the size of a tennis ball. Then the sphere disappeared and out of it dropped a small cockroach that skittered around. Without thinking, Draco, quickly picked up the bat and went over to squish the bug.
''Just in case, so it doesn't turn back.'' Draco said quickly, justifying his actions
Harry's eye suddenly dimmed and became green once more, then they rolled back and he collapsed onto the bathroom floor.
~~~
Harry woke up to the sound of Snape yelling at Madam Pomfrey, ''Would you stop groping at me woman?!''
''I'm trying to heal the wound on your leg Severus! I can't believe you didn't come to me immediately, now look at it! It's infected!''
''Nothing a few potions won't fix.''
''And a few hours in the hospital.''
''No.''
''Yes, now lie down! Or else the next time you see me, I'll be in operation room at St. Mungo's telling you 'I told you so' as the medi-wizard amputate your leg.''
''It's nothing!'' Severus reiterated and tried to move off of the bed, but Madam Pomfrey held up an injector, ''You keep thrashing around, I will not hesitated to inject you with this.''
Snape scowled and settled back down, trying to work up the nastiest glare he could manage at the bedsheets.
Madam Pomfrey, didn't stop attending Severus but now she ignored him and she started talking to Harry, ''How are you feeling?''
''A bit woozy.''
''That's to be expected. You've been out for a day.''
''What happened?''
Madam Pomfrey sighed, ''Actually, I don't know. Professor McGonagall carried you in unconscious and wouldn't tell me how you got this way. But I do believe she told the Headmaster. I'll inform him you've awaken once I'm done with Severus.''
Harry looked over at his Head of House's bloody leg, ''What happened?''
''Minor injury, fell down.'' Severus said curtly
Harry frowned, the wound wasn't a scrape though, it was deep, as if something sharp had gouged into it. He didn't want to further irritate his already irate professor, so he replied dumbly. ''Oh...okay...''
After Madam Pomfrey stopped rubbing the potion on Snapes leg and bandaged it up, she went off to talk to Dumbledore.
~~~
Harry had been informed of what he had done to the Troll by Dumbledore and his friends. He was bit stunned at their description and perhaps even a bit fearful.
Eventually, he had been let out of the hospital and returned to his normal life.
Slytherin won the Quidditch game again, much to Professor Sprout's chagrin. The game had been dangerous and rough on Harry, he didn't even know why but his broom had suddenly spun out of control, causing him to almost fall off. Hermione had later told him that she had seen Snape chanting while staring at Harry and Harry's broom didn't return back to normal until Hermione had set Snape's robes on fire. This information had greatly disturbed Harry.
But the Slytherins seemed ignorant of Harry's discomfort and paranoia and partied that night with food and drinks from the kitchen.
As the sated Slytherins lounged around on the furniture talking about the came, one of them suddenly said, '' We showed those Hufflepuff weaklings that The Dark Lord's house always wins.''
Harry suddenly froze and darted his eyes over to the speaker, it was Terence Higgs. The Seeker that Harry had replaced.
Then suddenly, to Harry's left, a hand came up with a cup to toast Terence, ''Here here! To the Dark Lord!''
The owner of the hand was Draco Malfoy.
~~~
Harry lay awake all night listening to the breathing of his dorm mates all night. He wasn't sure why, but he felt... betrayed. He hadn't realized that Draco was a supporter of the Dark Lord. He was a Malfoy and Harry had initially thought so, but after being friends with him for a few months, he started to doubt it. Perhaps he wasn't as perceptive as he thought.
'Did he just make friends with me to get to Jerry?' Harry wondered.
It was always about Jerry wasn't it. The situation sort of reminded Harry of this one muggle book that he read a few years ago and left him disturbed for a month. A quote from the book that the grandmother had kept viciously imparting on the less liked child kept echoing in his head, ''Jacob Have I Loved, Esau Have I Hated.''
He flipped and turned on his side, trying to get comfortable. But he couldn't even keep his eyes shut. Finally he gave up trying to sleep and headed downstairs to sit in the common room, maybe he'd practice a little magic to clear his mind, just like back in the clearing at home.
At first he thought about all the things that bothered him. At home he would always start like this, trying to go through each of things that troubled him and write them down somewhere in his mind and then after he finished he would take a mental erasure and wipe them away. Then he would begin working with his magic. He sat down on the rug in the middle of the Slytherin common room and started to think.
First he thought about Draco. Had his only friend in Slytherin been lying to him the whole time. He never told Harry, but a lie of omission was still a lie. What if Draco had plans on being a Death Eater? Would he used and sacrifice Harry to get to Jerry?
Well, it wasn't like Draco was that good of a friend. He only helped out Harry when felt like it. A lot of times Draco would only hang out with him if he was bored. Harry mentally scolded himself for being so gullible. Draco had only been curious that time with the Troll, he hadn't meant to get involved, he had told Harry as much. And he never mentioned any sort of thanks for when Harry saved him from Jerry. Who was he kidding? Draco was... selfish. Just like every Slytherin here. Slytherin... perhaps, if he wanted to survive, he would have to start acting like them.
Then there was Professor Snape. He was a Death Eater and probably tried to kill him. Harry had tried to keep up a façade of a polite respect towards his Head of House, but he no long had the same attachment he had felt near the beginning of the year. Was he trying to kill Jerry? Harry didn't really like his... okay, he hated his brother. But he didn't want him to die...
Was he completely surrounded by people ready to stab him in the back?
The rest of his house seemed ready to turn on him at any chance...
Why would Dumbledore hire a Death Eater? He probably didn't know...Should Harry tell on his Head of House?
And another thing that bothered Harry was that the Headmaster loved Jerry just like everyone (except anyone Slytherin, Ron, Hermione and Fred and George) loved Jerry. They made way for him, surrounded him when he practiced for next year's Quidditch's tryouts. It made Harry feel bitter every time he found himself alone in the library and then saw a group of Jerry's friends yelling and cheering outside of his window. It was almost as if he was trying to taunt Harry.
Harry let out a deep sigh and then slowly began to toss his darker thoughts into the endless dark abyss in the back of his mind and surrounded himself in whiteness, thinking of nothing...
Harry then deeply inhaled, drawing on the power around him, he could sense the couches, the rug, the fire in the fireplace... He plunged deeper and then he could feel the stones that made up the Slytherin Tower. Reaching out further, he could feel the rest of Hogwarts, the halls the classrooms, the secret rooms, he went down further... and further and further... Then he felt something new, besides stones. It was cool and slick, like scales, he traveled along the scales and eventually came upon the end.
And suddenly his mind was filled with the sight of a giant snake.
Harry let out a yelp and jumped as he quickly stood up, from his spot and back away until his back was against the portrait. He quickly opened the portrait and started to run. He didn't know why he was running, just that he was. What had he seen? A Giant Snake. It was there, living breathing in the foundations of Hogwarts. Did Dumbledore know it was there?
Harry raked a shaky hand through his hair. He didn't know how long he stood there staring at that spot. After finally regaining his bearing, he shook his head, he was going crazy. There was no snake, he was too tired from the Quidditch game and probably had a snack that had gone bad.
Yes, that was it.
He quickly walked around the spot and headed back to his dorm to see if he could catch some sleep.
But unbeknownst to him, something even dangerous resided inside of him. In the darkness of his mind, a creature, unknowingly invited, lived at the bottom of where Harry swept away his bad thoughts and greedily devoured them.
And as more things troubled Harry, the stronger it grew.
~~~