Disclaimer! HI! If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't be here, I'd be out making my Millions!!! But, I'm here, so I guess I don't own it. (
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Well, this is my first, well technically my second, fic! I had another account on here ages ago, but then I stopped using it (I kno, I kno – shame on me). There will be one thing in this story that will let you know who the hell I am – lol – a spell I made (no, it's not the one in this chapter – technically I haven't had them learn it yet : P lol) If you did read my other story, don't blame me fer not finishing it – I have problems after sex scenes... they leave me in a rut... - lol – pleez eskooz the lingo I use here – this is mi AIM lingo and I don't type like this in mi fic's. I use a computer and a person (mi friend from skool) as a beta, and they fix it all nice. : D well, on the first chapter of the fic! Enjoi!
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Harry sat on his bed in his dorm. He was Goth. He thought, and lived, in black. He was shunned by the rest of the Gryffindor, most Ravenclaws, many Huffelpuffs, and of course the Slytherins, and now was very alone. All he had was Ron and Hermione. They had slowly turned from him, one by one, for no apparent reason. At times he was thought to be skipping class, when really he was lying in the boy's dorm or a random hallway, beaten, cringing at the slightest sound or movement. After the third time this happened, the teachers decided it would be a good idea to give Harry his own room. Not attached to the rest of the Gryffindor dorms, but somewhere secret. It would be his to decorate as he liked.
Harry had his room painted black with white doors and a red doorframe. It originally had a standard, Hogwarts issue, black 4 poster bed, but he transfigured it into a large hammock (big enough for 2 – ooh-la-la...) handing from the ceiling by all 4 corners of the sheet. It could also turn into a regular bed, still hanging from the ceiling, but with walls around it to make it so no one could fall out. A stairway popped out of the wall to get up or down at the use of a password. His room had a nice desk, a fireplace (so Harry could talk to Serious when he had been alive), a daybed/couch type thing, ( /ooc/ I know, I'm so good at describing things ooc ) a nice oak dresser book shelves, and of course some soft chairs in front of the fire.
He pulled on a Slipknot shirt, a pair of black UFO's, and went over to the dresser. He began applying black eyeliner in large amounts to each eye. Then he rummaged through his "jewelry" box. It was more of a cabinet that he put his jewelry in. it contained various rings, a pentacle, a heartagram necklace, collars, belt-buckles of various shapes, earrings, eye-brow rings, and a large assortment of chains. He found the collar he was looking for, slipped on his rings (just round metal sheets covering the ending third of his fingers, 1 on each), slipped the pentacle into his pocket, and then went and flopped down on his "bed".
"Sondi-oon" Harry said softly, "H.I.M. – Razorblade Romance". He had magic- ed his stereo to work within Hogwarts, without the use of batteries or electricity. Now he just had to say the spell, the band name, the album, and if he wanted he could also say a specific song and it would play. He lay there, glancing at the clock every once and a while, just listening to the music. "Sondi-oon – H.I.M. – Love Metal". As the third song started playing, Ron sneaked in. "Jeez, your up early! I usually get at least 2 or 3 full albums in before you get here!" said Harry. "CHRIST! I hate it when you do that! I didn't even see you up there!! And good-morning to you too." They both laughed a bit. "So what do ya want to do today?" asked Ron. "Dunno... but I think I'd be a lot better at thinking with food in my stomach." Harry said. "But breakfast doesn't start for another hour, its only 6:30." "Follow me."
Harry swung his les over the edge of the bed. "Foamy" ( /ooc/ if you like foamy, let me know ooc ) The stairs popped out, Harry climbed down, and then they went back in. they went over to the dresser. He opened the bottom drawer. Ron gasped at what he saw. There was a hallway... in Harry's dresser drawer... Harry jumped down into the hall way, Ron jumping after him, still shocked that there were secret hallways in Hogwarts dresser drawers. Harry reached up and pulled the drawer closed (it was a short hallway). They slouched down to keep from hitting the ceiling as they walked down the hallway till they reached the portrait of the food bowl. Harry tickled the pair, and they walked in. minutes later, they walked out with two plates of hot pancakes, eggs, and sausage. They carried it back down the hall, through the dresser, and into the room.
When they were back into the room, they sat in the window sill, chatting about the upcoming Quidditch game, Slytherin against Huffelpuff. "Slytherin is gonna cream 'em again" Decided Ron. "No, Huffelpuffs got a lot of good players this year. I think Slytherin will win, but it's gonna be a lot better for Huffelpuff this year" said Harry. "No way! They still all got old crap brooms!" "Nimbus 2001's are with a chaser, the keeper, and seeker!" "Yeah, but Slytherin's got ALL Nimbus 2001's!! Huffelpuff's got no chance!" "Yes they do! Ron I'm telling you..." They continued to talk quidditch for quite a while, then they went to the quidditch pitch and practiced for the remainder of the morning.
When Harry and Ron got back, they went to their rooms and rested for a while. After lunch, Harry decided to work on the insanely long essay on certain potions. It had to measure up to 4 feet! He went down the hall, up the stairs through the passage way. He threw on his invisibility cloak, and then gave the password. "Hello dear, how are you?" said the Fat Lady. "Fine" he whispered back. And into the Gryffindor Common Room he went. Hermione," he whispered next to her "will you help me with this damn potions essay?" Hermione, not startled in the least to hear Harry's voice coming out of nowhere, responded by writing on a scrap piece of parchment as not to attract attention "Harry, you already know everything, its just on truth potions and how they work." "But Hermione..." She began to scribble faster "Just go look it up in the library! I help you with almost everything, and I need to do my own essay you know! Now... go and get your smelly bum to the library!" She crumpled up the piece of paper, whispered a shrinking charm, and threw it into the fire. Then she went back to her essay, and Harry found it clear that he wouldn't be getting any help with his essay tonight.
Harry went back to his room and decided to do a bit of thinking. He had been openly gay for 2 years now, and was much less shy around other boys now; in fact he was starting to judge boys against each other. In the looks department it was definitely Draco, but he didn't know his personality... he would somehow have to get on the other side of Draco, and see what he was like, on the other side of the barrier that he held up to the outside world...
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A/N: Well, what do you think? I know its short, but I can't do long chaps. Should I continue or let you decide the rest? If you think this story has potential (FYI: More insane spells and crazy secret passages in the future ;) if I continue...) I will continue it, but if you don't... ByE-ByE To Mi LiL GoThIc Harry!! I know he doesn't sound to Goth, but he's not like one of the satanic Goths, he just likes the style, the music, and stuff – like me ;) lol) Also, there is yummy slashie goodness coming up in a few chaps, so pleez let me write!
In Memory of a Wonderful Writer that hath stopped her writing,
Flames will be used to cook Marshmallows.
PS: if you read this my boarding school friend, then remember, don't use flames on teachers, use grenades!!! 0: ) If you have continued your story, let me know and link me to it! I miss it badly and lost the link!
-ME
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Well, this is my first, well technically my second, fic! I had another account on here ages ago, but then I stopped using it (I kno, I kno – shame on me). There will be one thing in this story that will let you know who the hell I am – lol – a spell I made (no, it's not the one in this chapter – technically I haven't had them learn it yet : P lol) If you did read my other story, don't blame me fer not finishing it – I have problems after sex scenes... they leave me in a rut... - lol – pleez eskooz the lingo I use here – this is mi AIM lingo and I don't type like this in mi fic's. I use a computer and a person (mi friend from skool) as a beta, and they fix it all nice. : D well, on the first chapter of the fic! Enjoi!
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Harry sat on his bed in his dorm. He was Goth. He thought, and lived, in black. He was shunned by the rest of the Gryffindor, most Ravenclaws, many Huffelpuffs, and of course the Slytherins, and now was very alone. All he had was Ron and Hermione. They had slowly turned from him, one by one, for no apparent reason. At times he was thought to be skipping class, when really he was lying in the boy's dorm or a random hallway, beaten, cringing at the slightest sound or movement. After the third time this happened, the teachers decided it would be a good idea to give Harry his own room. Not attached to the rest of the Gryffindor dorms, but somewhere secret. It would be his to decorate as he liked.
Harry had his room painted black with white doors and a red doorframe. It originally had a standard, Hogwarts issue, black 4 poster bed, but he transfigured it into a large hammock (big enough for 2 – ooh-la-la...) handing from the ceiling by all 4 corners of the sheet. It could also turn into a regular bed, still hanging from the ceiling, but with walls around it to make it so no one could fall out. A stairway popped out of the wall to get up or down at the use of a password. His room had a nice desk, a fireplace (so Harry could talk to Serious when he had been alive), a daybed/couch type thing, ( /ooc/ I know, I'm so good at describing things ooc ) a nice oak dresser book shelves, and of course some soft chairs in front of the fire.
He pulled on a Slipknot shirt, a pair of black UFO's, and went over to the dresser. He began applying black eyeliner in large amounts to each eye. Then he rummaged through his "jewelry" box. It was more of a cabinet that he put his jewelry in. it contained various rings, a pentacle, a heartagram necklace, collars, belt-buckles of various shapes, earrings, eye-brow rings, and a large assortment of chains. He found the collar he was looking for, slipped on his rings (just round metal sheets covering the ending third of his fingers, 1 on each), slipped the pentacle into his pocket, and then went and flopped down on his "bed".
"Sondi-oon" Harry said softly, "H.I.M. – Razorblade Romance". He had magic- ed his stereo to work within Hogwarts, without the use of batteries or electricity. Now he just had to say the spell, the band name, the album, and if he wanted he could also say a specific song and it would play. He lay there, glancing at the clock every once and a while, just listening to the music. "Sondi-oon – H.I.M. – Love Metal". As the third song started playing, Ron sneaked in. "Jeez, your up early! I usually get at least 2 or 3 full albums in before you get here!" said Harry. "CHRIST! I hate it when you do that! I didn't even see you up there!! And good-morning to you too." They both laughed a bit. "So what do ya want to do today?" asked Ron. "Dunno... but I think I'd be a lot better at thinking with food in my stomach." Harry said. "But breakfast doesn't start for another hour, its only 6:30." "Follow me."
Harry swung his les over the edge of the bed. "Foamy" ( /ooc/ if you like foamy, let me know ooc ) The stairs popped out, Harry climbed down, and then they went back in. they went over to the dresser. He opened the bottom drawer. Ron gasped at what he saw. There was a hallway... in Harry's dresser drawer... Harry jumped down into the hall way, Ron jumping after him, still shocked that there were secret hallways in Hogwarts dresser drawers. Harry reached up and pulled the drawer closed (it was a short hallway). They slouched down to keep from hitting the ceiling as they walked down the hallway till they reached the portrait of the food bowl. Harry tickled the pair, and they walked in. minutes later, they walked out with two plates of hot pancakes, eggs, and sausage. They carried it back down the hall, through the dresser, and into the room.
When they were back into the room, they sat in the window sill, chatting about the upcoming Quidditch game, Slytherin against Huffelpuff. "Slytherin is gonna cream 'em again" Decided Ron. "No, Huffelpuffs got a lot of good players this year. I think Slytherin will win, but it's gonna be a lot better for Huffelpuff this year" said Harry. "No way! They still all got old crap brooms!" "Nimbus 2001's are with a chaser, the keeper, and seeker!" "Yeah, but Slytherin's got ALL Nimbus 2001's!! Huffelpuff's got no chance!" "Yes they do! Ron I'm telling you..." They continued to talk quidditch for quite a while, then they went to the quidditch pitch and practiced for the remainder of the morning.
When Harry and Ron got back, they went to their rooms and rested for a while. After lunch, Harry decided to work on the insanely long essay on certain potions. It had to measure up to 4 feet! He went down the hall, up the stairs through the passage way. He threw on his invisibility cloak, and then gave the password. "Hello dear, how are you?" said the Fat Lady. "Fine" he whispered back. And into the Gryffindor Common Room he went. Hermione," he whispered next to her "will you help me with this damn potions essay?" Hermione, not startled in the least to hear Harry's voice coming out of nowhere, responded by writing on a scrap piece of parchment as not to attract attention "Harry, you already know everything, its just on truth potions and how they work." "But Hermione..." She began to scribble faster "Just go look it up in the library! I help you with almost everything, and I need to do my own essay you know! Now... go and get your smelly bum to the library!" She crumpled up the piece of paper, whispered a shrinking charm, and threw it into the fire. Then she went back to her essay, and Harry found it clear that he wouldn't be getting any help with his essay tonight.
Harry went back to his room and decided to do a bit of thinking. He had been openly gay for 2 years now, and was much less shy around other boys now; in fact he was starting to judge boys against each other. In the looks department it was definitely Draco, but he didn't know his personality... he would somehow have to get on the other side of Draco, and see what he was like, on the other side of the barrier that he held up to the outside world...
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A/N: Well, what do you think? I know its short, but I can't do long chaps. Should I continue or let you decide the rest? If you think this story has potential (FYI: More insane spells and crazy secret passages in the future ;) if I continue...) I will continue it, but if you don't... ByE-ByE To Mi LiL GoThIc Harry!! I know he doesn't sound to Goth, but he's not like one of the satanic Goths, he just likes the style, the music, and stuff – like me ;) lol) Also, there is yummy slashie goodness coming up in a few chaps, so pleez let me write!
In Memory of a Wonderful Writer that hath stopped her writing,
Flames will be used to cook Marshmallows.
PS: if you read this my boarding school friend, then remember, don't use flames on teachers, use grenades!!! 0: ) If you have continued your story, let me know and link me to it! I miss it badly and lost the link!
-ME