Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor anything associated with him.
Warning: Violence, Alternate Universe, Slash, Sexual scenes in the future, Death Eater Harry, Ootp Spoilers, OOC Chars.. Etc, Etc, there's a lot to warn about here, folks. I guess. XD
Author's Note: See.. told you i'd take forever. I'm still lazing around with Speak to me, because I dont know what to do in it, and then theres my sudden interest in the Naruto and Inu Yasha fandoms..
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His entire body ached. The Gryffindor couch was the most uncomfortable thing to sleep on. To top it all off, he was cold! And the house elves had left the fire going all night! He didn't have a blanket, or a pillow. He didn't want to bother them in the boy's dormitory.
He silently thanked Merlin that everyone was leaving today to go home, and sat up. With a deep sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair and stood, sauntering over to the path that would lead him to the boy's dorm. He didn't care if they were awake. He needed a change of cloths.
Lucky for him they were all asleep. As silently as he could, he opened his chest and pulled out a clean change of cloths. After only a few seconds he silently crept into the boy's shower.
Harry left his change of cloths folded, with his wand set on top, on a bench. He didn't think anyone would be coming in anytime soon. He had thrown his dirty cloths into the laundry chute.
He let the warm water wash over him, a tiny stinging sensation where he had banged his head off the wall. He examined a small bruise on his right palm carefully. He must have received it when he tried to catch himself from hitting the floor yesterday.
What was he going to do? Dumbledore couldn't exactly remove him from the Gryffindor house, could he? Where would the man pout him? Or would he merely yell at them-or have McGonagal yell at them; and give them punishment?
Harry flinched at the idea. He'd be beaten even more for ratting.
No, they couldn't harm him. He wouldn't hesitate to use a magical defense next time. He didn't need this treatment. He didn't deserve it.
Voices came from the changing area and Harry silently cursed to himself. He quickly finished his shower and started drying off, praying to Merlin they didn't touch his wand, or any of his belongings.
They were all gone, some in the shower, when he emerged from his shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.
Why was he so stupid? A wizard, especially The-Boy-Who-Lived, should be prepared for everything. But no, he had to be dumb and leave his wand out in the open, sitting on his cloths.
His cloths, and wand, that were now missing.
What were those stupid boys up to?
It was then that he found himself thanking Merlin for the 3rd time that morning; this time that the boy's showers were directly connected to their dormitories.
How long had he been in the shower for? His chest was lying on the floor, open, like it had been cast aside. His belongings were scattered over his bed and some on the floor. Some broke. All of his cloths were missing. He could tell just by looking. His wand had been levitated so it was almost touching the ceiling. There was no way in Voldemort's Den he'd be able to reach that.
Harry sighed and brushed some of the things on his bed away before sitting down. He did the first thing that came to mind.
"Dobby." He said softly, hoping the house elf would be able to hear his call. He waited a moment. No response.
He tried again, this time much louder. "Dobby!"
Luckily none of his dorm mates were in the dorm.
There was a loud pop and Dobby was standing in front of Harry, looking positively excited.
"Yes, Mr. Harry Potter? How can Dobby be of service to Harry Potter?" The house elf looked like it was going to start trembling with joy. It made Harry want to vomit.
"Could you call my wand down for me, please, Dobby, and find where the other boys put my clothing?"
"Of course Harry Potter! Anything for Harry Potter." Dobby squeaked. The wand was immediately in Harry's hands, and Dobby disappeared with a pop. Presumably to find Harry's cloths.
Dobby returned only moments later with soaking wet Gryffindor robes. They looked more like soaking wet rags that didn't give off the slightest hint that they were Gryffindor robes. It was obvious the logo had been torn-or cutoff. Not only that, but it looked like a 5 year old had some fun with a pair of scissors. How long had he been in that shower?
"Dobby is sorry, Harry Potter, but Dobby cannot fix your robes."
"What about my muggle cloths?" Harry frowned.
Dobby shifted uncomfortably. "Dobby is sorry, Harry Potter. Dobby does not think Harry Potter wishes to wear ashes." Harry's face fell.
Dobby dropped the dripping wet pile of cloth on the floor. "Dobby has an idea!"
The house elf disappeared, once again, with a pop. It was only a few seconds later that he reappeared.
Dobby proudly held out a pair of robes.
Slytherin robes.
"Draco Malfoy has so many robes, Harry Potter, Dobby is sure he would not mind if you borrowed one."
Harry debated in his mind. It would further push the idea of him being a death eater along. For that, he certainly didn't care. It might piss Draco off. That is, if Draco find out.
Ah, hell. He needed something to wear.
"Thank you, Dobby. This is much appreciated."
"Anything for Harry Potter." Dobby said happily. The elf set the robes down and disappeared with a pop.
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He made his way down to the Great Hall. He tried a charm, several times, to make the Slytherin badge change to a Gryffindor, but it didn't work. He'd meet Dumbledore after breakfast. He knew he wasn't tactful, but neither was arguing on an empty stomach. Besides, he didn't care what everyone thought of him. Especially not a bunch of homophobic gits.
Homophobic? Where'd that come from? What they did had nothing to do with a fear of gays. No, it was all because they were narrow-minded and thought him a Death Eater.
Harry sat at the very end of the Gryffindor table. No one sat near him. Everyone kept on looking at him funny. He ate his meal slowly, and didn't leave until he saw Dumbledore get up.
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"Sweettarts." Dumbledore said happily to the gargoyle, popping a lemon drop into his mouth. "Ah, young Harry. Would you like a lemon drop? They're quite good, give the morning a nice little perk. No? All right then, your loss. All the more for me. Care to come in?"
Harry followed him in. It wasn't until after they both sat, and Dumbledore was situated, did one of them speak.
The one who spoke was Dumbledore. "My child, why are you wearing Slytherin robes?" Apparently he just noticed.
"Mine were cut up and drenched. They Even removed my Gryffindor badge. They trashed everything in my trunk, and levitated my wand so I couldn't reach it." Harry said quite calmly.
Dumbledore frowned, and leaned back in his seat, drumming a pair of wrinkly old fingers on the desk. "Harry, tell me everything."
"Fine," Harry said calmly, "that's why I came here anyway."
The 16 year old boy launched into an explanation about the day in the snow, about the attack, about being kicked out of his dorm. He sat and stared soberly at the headmaster when he was finished.
"I want to be given a new dorm."
"Now, Harry; I assure you they will be punished, but there is nothing else I can do."
"Nothing else, Headmaster?" Harry said sourly, "Nothing? Of course. Who cares if they break my belongings and shred up my robes, burn my muggle clothing. Who cares if they alienate me and destroy my property. Punishing them is all you can do. I understand, Headmaster." Harry started to rise angrily.
"Sit down, dear boy. Listen to me," Dumbledore began, "I can't do anything else because it would be considered favoritism."
"You care about favoritism NOW of all time, Headmaster?!" Harry nearly yelled, "I put up with living with the Dursleys every fucking summer because you won't let me leave. For my own protection. Now, my home, my very sanctuary is being destroyed-and you're going to let that happen? Don't you think I've put up with enough shit my entire life? I have to deal with this too? Punish them, Headmaster, and they'll come after me. And when they do, you'll be lucky if you have any remains left to identify them with.
Either that, or move me to another dorm. You have until the end of Vacation, since everyone is leaving. Good-Day, Headmaster." Harry growled, and stormed down the stairs out of Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore stared shocked at the door to his office. No remains? The boy seemed like he was quite intent on doing it too. Merlin knows Harry has the power to do it.
Well, better move his room then. Can't expel the child.
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Well, hope you enjoyed that short lil chapter.. tell me what you think.
Warning: Violence, Alternate Universe, Slash, Sexual scenes in the future, Death Eater Harry, Ootp Spoilers, OOC Chars.. Etc, Etc, there's a lot to warn about here, folks. I guess. XD
Author's Note: See.. told you i'd take forever. I'm still lazing around with Speak to me, because I dont know what to do in it, and then theres my sudden interest in the Naruto and Inu Yasha fandoms..
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His entire body ached. The Gryffindor couch was the most uncomfortable thing to sleep on. To top it all off, he was cold! And the house elves had left the fire going all night! He didn't have a blanket, or a pillow. He didn't want to bother them in the boy's dormitory.
He silently thanked Merlin that everyone was leaving today to go home, and sat up. With a deep sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair and stood, sauntering over to the path that would lead him to the boy's dorm. He didn't care if they were awake. He needed a change of cloths.
Lucky for him they were all asleep. As silently as he could, he opened his chest and pulled out a clean change of cloths. After only a few seconds he silently crept into the boy's shower.
Harry left his change of cloths folded, with his wand set on top, on a bench. He didn't think anyone would be coming in anytime soon. He had thrown his dirty cloths into the laundry chute.
He let the warm water wash over him, a tiny stinging sensation where he had banged his head off the wall. He examined a small bruise on his right palm carefully. He must have received it when he tried to catch himself from hitting the floor yesterday.
What was he going to do? Dumbledore couldn't exactly remove him from the Gryffindor house, could he? Where would the man pout him? Or would he merely yell at them-or have McGonagal yell at them; and give them punishment?
Harry flinched at the idea. He'd be beaten even more for ratting.
No, they couldn't harm him. He wouldn't hesitate to use a magical defense next time. He didn't need this treatment. He didn't deserve it.
Voices came from the changing area and Harry silently cursed to himself. He quickly finished his shower and started drying off, praying to Merlin they didn't touch his wand, or any of his belongings.
They were all gone, some in the shower, when he emerged from his shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.
Why was he so stupid? A wizard, especially The-Boy-Who-Lived, should be prepared for everything. But no, he had to be dumb and leave his wand out in the open, sitting on his cloths.
His cloths, and wand, that were now missing.
What were those stupid boys up to?
It was then that he found himself thanking Merlin for the 3rd time that morning; this time that the boy's showers were directly connected to their dormitories.
How long had he been in the shower for? His chest was lying on the floor, open, like it had been cast aside. His belongings were scattered over his bed and some on the floor. Some broke. All of his cloths were missing. He could tell just by looking. His wand had been levitated so it was almost touching the ceiling. There was no way in Voldemort's Den he'd be able to reach that.
Harry sighed and brushed some of the things on his bed away before sitting down. He did the first thing that came to mind.
"Dobby." He said softly, hoping the house elf would be able to hear his call. He waited a moment. No response.
He tried again, this time much louder. "Dobby!"
Luckily none of his dorm mates were in the dorm.
There was a loud pop and Dobby was standing in front of Harry, looking positively excited.
"Yes, Mr. Harry Potter? How can Dobby be of service to Harry Potter?" The house elf looked like it was going to start trembling with joy. It made Harry want to vomit.
"Could you call my wand down for me, please, Dobby, and find where the other boys put my clothing?"
"Of course Harry Potter! Anything for Harry Potter." Dobby squeaked. The wand was immediately in Harry's hands, and Dobby disappeared with a pop. Presumably to find Harry's cloths.
Dobby returned only moments later with soaking wet Gryffindor robes. They looked more like soaking wet rags that didn't give off the slightest hint that they were Gryffindor robes. It was obvious the logo had been torn-or cutoff. Not only that, but it looked like a 5 year old had some fun with a pair of scissors. How long had he been in that shower?
"Dobby is sorry, Harry Potter, but Dobby cannot fix your robes."
"What about my muggle cloths?" Harry frowned.
Dobby shifted uncomfortably. "Dobby is sorry, Harry Potter. Dobby does not think Harry Potter wishes to wear ashes." Harry's face fell.
Dobby dropped the dripping wet pile of cloth on the floor. "Dobby has an idea!"
The house elf disappeared, once again, with a pop. It was only a few seconds later that he reappeared.
Dobby proudly held out a pair of robes.
Slytherin robes.
"Draco Malfoy has so many robes, Harry Potter, Dobby is sure he would not mind if you borrowed one."
Harry debated in his mind. It would further push the idea of him being a death eater along. For that, he certainly didn't care. It might piss Draco off. That is, if Draco find out.
Ah, hell. He needed something to wear.
"Thank you, Dobby. This is much appreciated."
"Anything for Harry Potter." Dobby said happily. The elf set the robes down and disappeared with a pop.
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He made his way down to the Great Hall. He tried a charm, several times, to make the Slytherin badge change to a Gryffindor, but it didn't work. He'd meet Dumbledore after breakfast. He knew he wasn't tactful, but neither was arguing on an empty stomach. Besides, he didn't care what everyone thought of him. Especially not a bunch of homophobic gits.
Homophobic? Where'd that come from? What they did had nothing to do with a fear of gays. No, it was all because they were narrow-minded and thought him a Death Eater.
Harry sat at the very end of the Gryffindor table. No one sat near him. Everyone kept on looking at him funny. He ate his meal slowly, and didn't leave until he saw Dumbledore get up.
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"Sweettarts." Dumbledore said happily to the gargoyle, popping a lemon drop into his mouth. "Ah, young Harry. Would you like a lemon drop? They're quite good, give the morning a nice little perk. No? All right then, your loss. All the more for me. Care to come in?"
Harry followed him in. It wasn't until after they both sat, and Dumbledore was situated, did one of them speak.
The one who spoke was Dumbledore. "My child, why are you wearing Slytherin robes?" Apparently he just noticed.
"Mine were cut up and drenched. They Even removed my Gryffindor badge. They trashed everything in my trunk, and levitated my wand so I couldn't reach it." Harry said quite calmly.
Dumbledore frowned, and leaned back in his seat, drumming a pair of wrinkly old fingers on the desk. "Harry, tell me everything."
"Fine," Harry said calmly, "that's why I came here anyway."
The 16 year old boy launched into an explanation about the day in the snow, about the attack, about being kicked out of his dorm. He sat and stared soberly at the headmaster when he was finished.
"I want to be given a new dorm."
"Now, Harry; I assure you they will be punished, but there is nothing else I can do."
"Nothing else, Headmaster?" Harry said sourly, "Nothing? Of course. Who cares if they break my belongings and shred up my robes, burn my muggle clothing. Who cares if they alienate me and destroy my property. Punishing them is all you can do. I understand, Headmaster." Harry started to rise angrily.
"Sit down, dear boy. Listen to me," Dumbledore began, "I can't do anything else because it would be considered favoritism."
"You care about favoritism NOW of all time, Headmaster?!" Harry nearly yelled, "I put up with living with the Dursleys every fucking summer because you won't let me leave. For my own protection. Now, my home, my very sanctuary is being destroyed-and you're going to let that happen? Don't you think I've put up with enough shit my entire life? I have to deal with this too? Punish them, Headmaster, and they'll come after me. And when they do, you'll be lucky if you have any remains left to identify them with.
Either that, or move me to another dorm. You have until the end of Vacation, since everyone is leaving. Good-Day, Headmaster." Harry growled, and stormed down the stairs out of Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore stared shocked at the door to his office. No remains? The boy seemed like he was quite intent on doing it too. Merlin knows Harry has the power to do it.
Well, better move his room then. Can't expel the child.
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Well, hope you enjoyed that short lil chapter.. tell me what you think.