Harry set the bag on the bed. The room was empty, except for the bed and a few spider webs in the corners. Ashley looked at Harry and smiled at him. "So, here's this. Um...My school is Glen Joseph's High and you'll be going to Jefferson High, which isn't that much farther away, but I don't go to that one because the principal doesn't like me." Harry nodded his thanks, and sat down on the bed. There were sheets in a pile at the head of the bed. Harry bent over to pick them up, noticing that all of his bruises from when he had went home last Christmas so the his uncle could beat him again still hadn't healed.
"Thanks," Harry said, and grabbed his ribs.
"So you CAN talk, Dorian." Ashley said, and laughed when Harry nodded. "We'll, I'll be nice and let you get the stuff put up. Mom said your birthday is July 31st? You can go shopping for supplies for your room for your birthday." She said, closing the door behind her.
'Finally,' Harry thought, getting up to put on the bed sheets. 'I have somewhere to call my home.'
HOGWARTS
Hermione sat looking out the window. Her homework (Potions, once again she had stopped.) was lying in front of her, waiting to get done. Fred and George were playing Wizard Chess, Ron was in detention with Snape, and Ginny was reading a book by the fire drying her hair from the shower she had took a half hour later.
"I miss Harry," Hermione said quietly. Ginny looked up, as did Fred and George. Fred gave her a half smile, and got up to sit next to her. "At least I didn't have to worry that he wasn't killing himself when I knew that he was here." George took out his wand and put away the game.
"Hermione, don't worry about him. He's going to be fine. Didn't you see the look on his face when he was boarding the plane? He was happy. That was a real smile. I know it was. There was barely any times that I knew Harry was actually happy." Ron said, who had entered the room. Fred patted Hermiones shoulder, getting up and following George to the dormitories, Ginny yawned put down the book, and anouncing that she hadn't done her homework, continued up to the girls dormitories.
"Ron...so many bad things could happen to him."
"But so many good things can happen to him. Just sleep, and get to bed. You've had a rough time. Only one more week of school."
SCHOOL, HARRY
"Mr. Potter?" Harry looked up at his Physics teacher. "Are you telling me that you know nothing of this?" Harry shook his head, ignoring the rest of his ninth grade class laughing. The teacher sighed. "I'll try to assign you a tutor until you know how to do it. Class dismissed."
Harry picked up his book and notebook, got up slowly and bumped into someone. "Hey, what up?" Harry looked at him. This is the first person that had spoken to him, besides the teacher. He would kill for Hermione or Ron right know. Hell, even Draco Malfoy. "Brad,"
"Dorian," Harry said. Brad had a sort of band-ish look on him.
"I take it you're new, Dorian?" Brad said. "I get around to a lot of people, you can't have been quiet all year long." He smiled at Harry, who laughed. "What are you doing after school?"
"Nothing, why?"
"Just wondering if you'd like to meet some friends of mine." Brad shrugged.
"Um, sure."
"Later then," Brad said, walking out of the classroom into the one across the hall. Harry stared after him and then realized he was late for his next class, which was biology. Harry sighed, running towards it.
Three Years Later (sorry about the long skip. It would take to long, I like to rush things...)
Harry looked up at the starry sky. Finally, he was graduating. Mike, a friend of Brad's, was going off to Art school, Rob, another friend, was just laying low with one of those small jobs like as a dairy queen cashier. Dave, yet another friend of Brad's, was just living. Nothing much, sort of like Harry's life. How Harry would kill for a letter from his old friends. Even Malfoy.
"Dorian? Hey, what up?" Brad whispered into the darkness. Harry sat up quickly and looked for him in the dark. "Come on, we're going to do something." Harry got up wearily and followed Brad out of the yard.
HOGWARTS
"Well, welcome to the Seventh Year Graduation. How many of you have made this school your home away from home these past seven years really gets to me. Although it is a shame that Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, and Ms. Granger couldn't stay with us, and decided to finish by living in the Muggle world, it has been a great seven years with all of you." Dumbledore said, looking at all the faces proudly. Whispers went around when Hermione and Draco were mentioned. When did they leave?
"For those of you who have made it into my N.E.W.T. class, I congratulate you. The following people have passed it:
Mr. Seamus Finnigan
Ms Susan Bones
Mr. Ernie Macmillian
Mr. Ronald Weasley
Ms. Ginny Weasley
And, if they were here, these would've graduated the regular.
Ms. Hermione Granger
Mr. Harry Potter
Mr. Draco Malfoy" Snape said, and sat back down.
It continued as so, and after they had collected the award saying they had finished Hogwarts, their wands had a spell that couldn't be taken off, and were released into the world after grabbing their belongings.
"Hey, Mike, see you, have a good time in Art Collage," Brad said, waving him goodbye. Harry, Phoenix and Rob did the same. Mike yawned and climbed into the car.
"See you guys sometime later. Don't get the band off the ground when I'm gone." Harry got up and started to leave.
"Yo, Dorian! Where are ya goin?" Dave asked.
"Going to go sleep, I'm tired."
Which is exactly what I should do. I have school tomorrow. Yawn Uh... did I get my homework finished? Hope so...
Anyway, Yeah, sorry about rushing it to when Harry was in senior year, but if you have ANY questions by being confused let me know. This is going to be longer than this, so no worries. I'm just having a hard time concentrating on writing. Huh. I need a break. Yawn that bitch of a teacher better not yell at me because she lost my assignment...uh...Time for sleep. This was wrote on a Monday night at 12-1. I have school tomorrow, lets pray this gets up Saturday. My room can wait.
Whilst awaiting the next chapter, check out MixedUpAgain. An ABSOLETELY awesome story there.
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