Lost and Afraid
By: Angedelamorte
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it.
Random Quote: "Shall I tell you what sociology teaches us about the hum race? I'll give it too you in a nutshell. Show me a man or woman alone and I'll give you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society.' Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make on an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll reinvent warfare." -Bateman, 'The Stand', by Stephen King
"No one needs a hero once the world is saved." -Me (just wrote it)
Author's Note: hmm... did anyone see any picture of Draco in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban? Man., he looks GOOD. hehehe
Harry turned and looked at Severus, "Why? Just give me a couple of reasons. No, just give me one."
Severus was silent for a minute, "What about Draco?" he asked.
"He'll be sad for a bit, but he'll get over it," Harry said softly.
"Ok, then, what about me?"
Harry looked at him for a few minutes and then laughed, bitterly, "For some reason, Professor, I don't think that you will be too bothered. I mean you've known I was yours for almost a month and you know absolutely nothing about me, nothing."
Severus sighed and gave a last ditch effort to save the boy's life, "What about Voldemort and the rest of the wizarding world?"
Harry didn't even think about it, "Yeah looks like I can't off myself until AFTER I save the world... I mean I am The-Boy-Who-Lived after all. A good tool, but as a person, inefficient," Harry began to sob, "I mean who would bother to care for me. Once I defeat Voldemort, I will be essentially useless. No one needs a hero once the world is saved." Harry broke down into full out sobs.
Severus went to the poor boy on the floor in his bathroom. He put his arms around the boy and whispered soft comforting words in his ear, until Harry calmed down and fell asleep.
The next morning Harry woke peacefully, then, everything that had happened that night came flooding back to him. 'He'll be so mad,' he thought, 'I hope he doesn't use that against, me.' Slowly, Harry got out of bed, got dressed and walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast, not noticing that Severus was not in the room.
When Harry entered the Great Hall it seemed as if every eye was on him. When he was halfway to the Slytherin table, people were whispering. When he reached the table Draco shot Harry a sympathetic look and handed him the Daily Prophet. Harry didn't bother looking at it but instead dug into his breakfast.
"Harry," Blaise said, "I think you'll want to take a look at the paper.
Mentally shrugging, Harry put down his paper and picked up the paper. He was surprised to see portrait of himself with his eyes darting back and forth. The headline read, "THE BOY WHO LIVED, A MUGGLE TORTURE VICTIM. Harry looked towards the head table and saw Dumbledore, eyes twinkling sadly. Slowly, Harry got up and left the room, eyes watering.
Severus saw Harry leave and he mentally cursed every reporter in the world. How did they find out about Harry's summer? He quietly got up and followed the same path Harry had.
Severus found Harry in the hall. Back against the wall, brilliant emerald eyes dulled to an olive. It seemed as if the life drained all out of Harry's eyes.
"Harry," Severus said quietly, "I hope you that I will not excuse you from your Potions class today. I don't care what a ruddy piece of paper says. There is no way I'm letting you cut class. Because if you do, then I will have no way to dock points from Griffindor," He smiled to show he was joking, "Seriously though, Harry; make it look like it doesn't faze you at all. Don't give them the ability to hurt you."
Harry looked at him, eyes full of sorrow and pain, "I'll try," he said softly before giving him a quick hug and going off toward his room. Severus stood there dazed; Harry had actually hugged him.
Albus stood in his office pacing while mentally berating himself for filing a case against Vernon Dursley on Harry's behalf. He knew something felt wrong about doing that. He was about to curse the entire wizard legal system into oblivion when there was a soft knock on the door. It was Ron Weasley and Hormone Granger, "Yes?" Albus said.
Hermione was the first to speak, "Sir, we were wondering if we could talk to Harry..."
Albus looked at her for a minute, "And..."
It was Ron who spoke this time, "We were wondering if you could arrange a meeting or something so we could talk to him."
Albus stared at the students, studying them carefully, "Mr. Weasley, I do believe I arranged a meeting with Mr. Potter and yourself. The only thing you did was insult the boy. So if you will excuse me, I have work to do."
Right after they left the office, Hermione turned on Ron, "Why would you do something like that?" she asked, "I mean, we abandoned him after all of that. I can't believe it. We're terrible people." Ron put a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"He'll forgive us," he said reassuringly, completely oblivious of how wrong he truly was.
Harry cursed himself as he dashed down to the Potions classroom. "Can't believe I fell asleep," Harry mumbled to himself. He got into the room just seconds before the bell rang. He was about to sit down when he realized that the only seat available was next to Ron.
"Hey," Ron said, "How's it going?" he asked trying to pretend as if nothing happened.
Harry's response was slightly less than a growl. Just then, Severus stormed into the dungeon, "Today, we will be working on a complicated potion. I feel most of you will be unable to complete the first step. Now, Get to work."
Harry slowly began to chop the wormwood. He was adding it to the cauldron when the sleeve of his shirt rode up a bit. Ron grabbed his wrist and examined the scars carefully.
"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Harry growled. While resisting the urge to rip his hand out of Ron's and hex the kid.
"What happened to your arm?" Ron asked.
"What does it looked like?" Harry snarled, "I mean, if your first friend in the entire world ditches you for some that you had absolutely no power over, what would you do? You know what, I don't even care. This doesn't matter to me any more," with that Harry picked up his books and headed towards the door.
"Mr. Potter, what exactly are you doing?" Severus asked.
"I'm leaving, what's it look like?" Harry snapped.
"Thirty points from Griffindor for your tongue and detention for leaving class early."
Harry didn't turn up for lunch after Potions and Ron was inwardly fuming. Why would Harry ditch him like that?
Furious at Harry for leaving him like that, Ron followed Severus to his quarters and took up a silent watch, Harry would have to come out of his room sometime.
Ron had to wait the rest of the day and part of the night until Harry would leave. Or at least he thought it was Harry. The person who left was invisible. Ron followed the sound of the invisible person's footsteps up to the astronomy tower.
When Ron reached the astronomy tower he saw Harry and Draco. It looked as if Harry was crying and Draco was comforting the boy. Ron could stand it no longer; he WOULD confront Harry about this.
Harry left Draco feeling much more comfortable with life. Draco had sent him an owl saying to meet him and Harry was glad he did. It seemed as if Draco really did care.
Harry paused before entering his room to take off his invisibility cloak. "Harry," a voice behind him called.
"What are YOU doing here?" Harry asked Ron.
"I think the real question is what are you doing with Malfoy?"
"I was talking to him. HE doesn't ditch his friends. Yes, Ron, you heard right, Draco is my friend and you are not."
"WHAT!" Ron yelled, "So you really want to be a Death Eater then? Or maybe you just want a boyfriend?"
"And you would care about either because.... Why? Oh, I know, you want Dra-" Harry didn't have a chance to finish as a fist slammed into his gut. The fist was followed by a few others that caused Harry to fall to the ground in pain. A few swift kicks to the ribs later, Harry was hardly conscious, but he was lucid enough to remember his previous beatings. "No, Uncle Vernon, stop. Please," he mumbled.
Ron stopped. He just tried to beat the crap out of some defenseless, abused kid. He cast a Silencing Charm on Harry and turned to go back to his dormitory.
Author's Note: ... eh... Looks like we're drawing ever closer to slash-dom.
By: Angedelamorte
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it.
Random Quote: "Shall I tell you what sociology teaches us about the hum race? I'll give it too you in a nutshell. Show me a man or woman alone and I'll give you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society.' Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make on an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll reinvent warfare." -Bateman, 'The Stand', by Stephen King
"No one needs a hero once the world is saved." -Me (just wrote it)
Author's Note: hmm... did anyone see any picture of Draco in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban? Man., he looks GOOD. hehehe
Harry turned and looked at Severus, "Why? Just give me a couple of reasons. No, just give me one."
Severus was silent for a minute, "What about Draco?" he asked.
"He'll be sad for a bit, but he'll get over it," Harry said softly.
"Ok, then, what about me?"
Harry looked at him for a few minutes and then laughed, bitterly, "For some reason, Professor, I don't think that you will be too bothered. I mean you've known I was yours for almost a month and you know absolutely nothing about me, nothing."
Severus sighed and gave a last ditch effort to save the boy's life, "What about Voldemort and the rest of the wizarding world?"
Harry didn't even think about it, "Yeah looks like I can't off myself until AFTER I save the world... I mean I am The-Boy-Who-Lived after all. A good tool, but as a person, inefficient," Harry began to sob, "I mean who would bother to care for me. Once I defeat Voldemort, I will be essentially useless. No one needs a hero once the world is saved." Harry broke down into full out sobs.
Severus went to the poor boy on the floor in his bathroom. He put his arms around the boy and whispered soft comforting words in his ear, until Harry calmed down and fell asleep.
The next morning Harry woke peacefully, then, everything that had happened that night came flooding back to him. 'He'll be so mad,' he thought, 'I hope he doesn't use that against, me.' Slowly, Harry got out of bed, got dressed and walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast, not noticing that Severus was not in the room.
When Harry entered the Great Hall it seemed as if every eye was on him. When he was halfway to the Slytherin table, people were whispering. When he reached the table Draco shot Harry a sympathetic look and handed him the Daily Prophet. Harry didn't bother looking at it but instead dug into his breakfast.
"Harry," Blaise said, "I think you'll want to take a look at the paper.
Mentally shrugging, Harry put down his paper and picked up the paper. He was surprised to see portrait of himself with his eyes darting back and forth. The headline read, "THE BOY WHO LIVED, A MUGGLE TORTURE VICTIM. Harry looked towards the head table and saw Dumbledore, eyes twinkling sadly. Slowly, Harry got up and left the room, eyes watering.
Severus saw Harry leave and he mentally cursed every reporter in the world. How did they find out about Harry's summer? He quietly got up and followed the same path Harry had.
Severus found Harry in the hall. Back against the wall, brilliant emerald eyes dulled to an olive. It seemed as if the life drained all out of Harry's eyes.
"Harry," Severus said quietly, "I hope you that I will not excuse you from your Potions class today. I don't care what a ruddy piece of paper says. There is no way I'm letting you cut class. Because if you do, then I will have no way to dock points from Griffindor," He smiled to show he was joking, "Seriously though, Harry; make it look like it doesn't faze you at all. Don't give them the ability to hurt you."
Harry looked at him, eyes full of sorrow and pain, "I'll try," he said softly before giving him a quick hug and going off toward his room. Severus stood there dazed; Harry had actually hugged him.
Albus stood in his office pacing while mentally berating himself for filing a case against Vernon Dursley on Harry's behalf. He knew something felt wrong about doing that. He was about to curse the entire wizard legal system into oblivion when there was a soft knock on the door. It was Ron Weasley and Hormone Granger, "Yes?" Albus said.
Hermione was the first to speak, "Sir, we were wondering if we could talk to Harry..."
Albus looked at her for a minute, "And..."
It was Ron who spoke this time, "We were wondering if you could arrange a meeting or something so we could talk to him."
Albus stared at the students, studying them carefully, "Mr. Weasley, I do believe I arranged a meeting with Mr. Potter and yourself. The only thing you did was insult the boy. So if you will excuse me, I have work to do."
Right after they left the office, Hermione turned on Ron, "Why would you do something like that?" she asked, "I mean, we abandoned him after all of that. I can't believe it. We're terrible people." Ron put a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"He'll forgive us," he said reassuringly, completely oblivious of how wrong he truly was.
Harry cursed himself as he dashed down to the Potions classroom. "Can't believe I fell asleep," Harry mumbled to himself. He got into the room just seconds before the bell rang. He was about to sit down when he realized that the only seat available was next to Ron.
"Hey," Ron said, "How's it going?" he asked trying to pretend as if nothing happened.
Harry's response was slightly less than a growl. Just then, Severus stormed into the dungeon, "Today, we will be working on a complicated potion. I feel most of you will be unable to complete the first step. Now, Get to work."
Harry slowly began to chop the wormwood. He was adding it to the cauldron when the sleeve of his shirt rode up a bit. Ron grabbed his wrist and examined the scars carefully.
"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Harry growled. While resisting the urge to rip his hand out of Ron's and hex the kid.
"What happened to your arm?" Ron asked.
"What does it looked like?" Harry snarled, "I mean, if your first friend in the entire world ditches you for some that you had absolutely no power over, what would you do? You know what, I don't even care. This doesn't matter to me any more," with that Harry picked up his books and headed towards the door.
"Mr. Potter, what exactly are you doing?" Severus asked.
"I'm leaving, what's it look like?" Harry snapped.
"Thirty points from Griffindor for your tongue and detention for leaving class early."
Harry didn't turn up for lunch after Potions and Ron was inwardly fuming. Why would Harry ditch him like that?
Furious at Harry for leaving him like that, Ron followed Severus to his quarters and took up a silent watch, Harry would have to come out of his room sometime.
Ron had to wait the rest of the day and part of the night until Harry would leave. Or at least he thought it was Harry. The person who left was invisible. Ron followed the sound of the invisible person's footsteps up to the astronomy tower.
When Ron reached the astronomy tower he saw Harry and Draco. It looked as if Harry was crying and Draco was comforting the boy. Ron could stand it no longer; he WOULD confront Harry about this.
Harry left Draco feeling much more comfortable with life. Draco had sent him an owl saying to meet him and Harry was glad he did. It seemed as if Draco really did care.
Harry paused before entering his room to take off his invisibility cloak. "Harry," a voice behind him called.
"What are YOU doing here?" Harry asked Ron.
"I think the real question is what are you doing with Malfoy?"
"I was talking to him. HE doesn't ditch his friends. Yes, Ron, you heard right, Draco is my friend and you are not."
"WHAT!" Ron yelled, "So you really want to be a Death Eater then? Or maybe you just want a boyfriend?"
"And you would care about either because.... Why? Oh, I know, you want Dra-" Harry didn't have a chance to finish as a fist slammed into his gut. The fist was followed by a few others that caused Harry to fall to the ground in pain. A few swift kicks to the ribs later, Harry was hardly conscious, but he was lucid enough to remember his previous beatings. "No, Uncle Vernon, stop. Please," he mumbled.
Ron stopped. He just tried to beat the crap out of some defenseless, abused kid. He cast a Silencing Charm on Harry and turned to go back to his dormitory.
Author's Note: ... eh... Looks like we're drawing ever closer to slash-dom.