The first week of Hogwarts had been absolute chaos. Harry had been set so
much work that he hadn't had time to think about his appearance. Sure-
every time he walked around the school he would be eyed curiously and in
some cases even avoided as if he was suffering from leprosy. Every time he
walked down a corridor he would be sure to hear someone say 'Spotty Potty!'
Which had been started by Peeves. His acne was now so bad that his face was
now completely red and raw, and the stress didn't help it either. It was
only now that he was able to come to terms with it- he was a spotty-faced
loser, and that was that.
But as the term progressed, he suddenly became very aware of all the
couples that seemed to infest every single corridor, classroom and hallway.
Cho Chang, his only ever girlfriend was now in a steady relationship with
the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Randall Reagan. Every time he
saw them he would think sorrowfully about what he could have had...what he
wanted more than anything else in the world. Sure- he didn't particularly
like Cho's uptight personality, but he needed some kind of security-
something to make him wanted, even something to prove that he actually
existed in this godforsaken world. She didn't even look at him now, as if
she was thoroughly ashamed of ever paying him the slightest bit of
attention.
Even Ron had a girlfriend, and Hermione...well, she had a very committed
relationship with her books.
It was one very dismal afternoon when Harry sat in the library pouring over
books about acne cures. He had recently taken to sitting in the library
solely to get a break from all the 'Spotty Potty' remarks which, if
mentioned in the library, would cost someone a detention if noticed by the
eagle-eyed Madam Pince. To his dismay all of the 'acne cures' contained
ancient remedies from as far back as 25 BC such as: 'mix up a pint of
liquefied horse manure with a hint of daisy extract (can be obtained from
local wise-woman) and mix with a wooden ladle. Leave for two days and then
lather onto face with some holy water. You must leave this on for a
fortnight and 2 days for best results.' Harry threw down the book, and felt
utterly hopeless. If this was the best it was going to get then he might as
well die here. He told himself that if the next book he tried did not have
anything relevant then he would kill himself. As it happened, the next book
he picked up did have something relevant...something that would change his
life forever. But deffinately not in the way he thought...
much work that he hadn't had time to think about his appearance. Sure-
every time he walked around the school he would be eyed curiously and in
some cases even avoided as if he was suffering from leprosy. Every time he
walked down a corridor he would be sure to hear someone say 'Spotty Potty!'
Which had been started by Peeves. His acne was now so bad that his face was
now completely red and raw, and the stress didn't help it either. It was
only now that he was able to come to terms with it- he was a spotty-faced
loser, and that was that.
But as the term progressed, he suddenly became very aware of all the
couples that seemed to infest every single corridor, classroom and hallway.
Cho Chang, his only ever girlfriend was now in a steady relationship with
the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Randall Reagan. Every time he
saw them he would think sorrowfully about what he could have had...what he
wanted more than anything else in the world. Sure- he didn't particularly
like Cho's uptight personality, but he needed some kind of security-
something to make him wanted, even something to prove that he actually
existed in this godforsaken world. She didn't even look at him now, as if
she was thoroughly ashamed of ever paying him the slightest bit of
attention.
Even Ron had a girlfriend, and Hermione...well, she had a very committed
relationship with her books.
It was one very dismal afternoon when Harry sat in the library pouring over
books about acne cures. He had recently taken to sitting in the library
solely to get a break from all the 'Spotty Potty' remarks which, if
mentioned in the library, would cost someone a detention if noticed by the
eagle-eyed Madam Pince. To his dismay all of the 'acne cures' contained
ancient remedies from as far back as 25 BC such as: 'mix up a pint of
liquefied horse manure with a hint of daisy extract (can be obtained from
local wise-woman) and mix with a wooden ladle. Leave for two days and then
lather onto face with some holy water. You must leave this on for a
fortnight and 2 days for best results.' Harry threw down the book, and felt
utterly hopeless. If this was the best it was going to get then he might as
well die here. He told himself that if the next book he tried did not have
anything relevant then he would kill himself. As it happened, the next book
he picked up did have something relevant...something that would change his
life forever. But deffinately not in the way he thought...