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Chapter 3:
Harry lay in bed that night staring at the ceiling. Thinking. Breathing. He couldn't take it. He couldn't take the guilt he felt all the time. He needed a release. He needed a way out but......how? How could he escape this living hell. He couldn't, that's the problem. He was stuck in this room, in this house, this hell for another 3 weeks. Hermione and Ron often wrote to him but he didn't want to talk to them. He didn't want anything to do with anyone outside of his four walled prison. Even the Dursley's noticed the change in his mood and for a while he actually thought they cared but then came to the realization that he just hadn't been doing as much work around the house as before. Their precious slave was doing bad. Was Depressed. Harry decided to go for a walk. He got his shoes on and left.
He intended to head for the park, but stopped on the way. There in the bushes he saw him. Dudley and his cronies, smoking something. Something that clearly wasn't a cigarette. Suddenly Pier saw Harry and jumped up. "Potter!!!! What are you doing here?" Pier said, clearly not in his right mind.
Dudley got up and staggered a bit. In one hand he held a joint in the other a bottle of liquor. "What....what do you want Pot..Potter?" Harry was totally surprised and continued to look from the joint to the booze to Dudley. After a few minutes of this Dudley finally caught on to what he was looking at. "What? You want a drag?" At this All three boys laughed uncontrollably. But Harry couldn't move. He had heard stories of the relief you got off of Marijuana. He had also heard of the damage it did to your body. But..... did he even care about what happened to his body anymore? No. He didn't. He needed some relief and he figured that this might just be his only way to get it.
"Yeah, I do." Harry stepped toward Dudley and Dudley looked surprised that Harry had said yes and hesitated a second before handing the joint over to him. Harry held it for a sec and tried to figure it out. Finally Dudley rolled his eyes and showed him how to do it.
"Take a long drag in on it and hold it in. Hold it in the back of your throat and then let go. The longer you hold it the faster it will work. It will burn a little at first but you get used to that." Harry did just that and felt the burning in the back of his throat as the hot smoke rolled over his tonsils. He coughed madly and handed it to Dudley. Dudley laughed and so did his friends but they did the same, Except they didn't cough. Clearly this is what Dudley had been doing for the last two weeks. Harry had wondered why Dudley seemed more calm. Soon to his surprise the joint founds its way back to him and he took another hit, but deeper this time and he didn't cough. This went on for about half an hour and by the time the group of four boys had smoked three joints and drunk a six pack of beer, Harry was completely out of it. Laughing like he never had before. He didn't know why but everything was just so funny.
"Look at all those cars" Harry said pointing out at a small street. At this all the boys laughed." What?"
Pier finally stopped laughing, "Man there's only one car and there it goes." At this all the boys waved goodbye to the car driving away and laughed hysterically.
They all stumbled there way back up to Number 4 and Dudley and Harry said goodbye and they went inside. Harry still laughing. "Shhhhh, Harry be quiet. You dork. Your going to wake up my parents." They walked up the stairs and went to their rooms. Harry was now very high and very drunk, which he had heard one time was a very bad combination. He didn't care though because he felt good.
He lay in bed that night and watched his ceiling swirl around in giant circles. It was making him dizzy but he couldn't seem to look away. He felt as if he was just watching his life , not living it. He liked it this way. No problems. Just let the drugs take control, and he did. He didn't know if he fell asleep or passed out. Either way he slept that night. Unlike many other nights. He slept good.
Harry woke the next morning and felt a Headache deep in his skull, pounding. He rolled out of bed and looked at his clock. 9:24am.
He suddenly felt the urge to puke. He fan for the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. 'DON'T SLAM THAT DOOR!!!!!!' He heard his uncle Vernon screech loudly from somewhere downstairs. He puked for a good few minutes and then went downstairs, his head still pounding.
"ABOUT TIME HARRY!!!!" His uncle yelled to him on the stairs.
"Ow, please stop shouting" Harry whispered, afraid of the pain his own voice could cause.
"I will not!!!" Vernon Dursley said to Harry just as loud as before. Harry turned and looked at his cousin and saw him grimace as his father screamed at Harry. Clearly he had the same headache.
"Fine, don't." Harry said grabbing a piece of toast and walking out of the kitchen, ignoring his uncles yells for him to get back here and help with cleaning up. He walked out of the house and went to the park. He decided to swing for awhile. At this point he didn't care that he was almost 16 and swinging on swings. He didn't care if anyone thought he looked stupid. He just simply didn't care about anything.
He sat there for about an hour, thinking, when he heard a familiar voice. "Hey Harry." He looked up to see Pier, Dudley's friend, walking toward him. "How are you doing this fine day?"
"Please don't shout. Lower your voice. My head still hurts like hell."
"Oy, yeah you drank a lot last night. You'll survive though" With this Pier laughed, but in a quiet sort of way. It didn't bother Harry in the least. "So you going to come out with Dudley tonight?"
Harry's head shot up and he looked into Pier's eyes waiting for him to say 'Just kidding, you cant come you loser' but he didn't. "If I can, sure."
"Of course you can. Me and the guys decided that you could join us tonight if you wanted. It was pretty cool having you here last night and funny to. I almost forgot what a newbie looks like taking his first hit." There was silence for a long time and Pier sat on the swing next to Harry. " I seriously didn't think you would do it. None of us did. You always walk around like you are better than everyone else and that is why we all pick on you all the time."
Harry's head again snapped up and he looked quizzically at pier, "Really?"
"Really" but it wasn't Pier who spoke it was Dudley. "You walk around the house like you are better than everyone. Like you are more special than everyone else. I mean even if you are...Different... that doesn't make you better you know?"
"I...I don't think that I'm better than anyone else. I figured the same about you guys. I always get that impression from you. I know you two together could probably take down anyone....normal..... but you always act better than everyone." There was once again silence.
Finally Pier spoke, "Well I guess we all know now that not one of us is better than the other. It also seems like we have something in common to."
"What?" Harry and Dudley said together.
Pier laughed, "We're all stoners, duh!!!!!"
One would think this would bother Harry to be called a stoner, but he didn't mind at all. He actually kind of liked it. "Yeah I guess so."
They parted after a while and went there separate ways, promising to meet back here tonight after all there parents went to bed.
Later there was a knock on Harry's bedroom door. "It's open" The door creaked open and Dudley popped his head in and smiled.
"You ready?"
Harry jumped up and put on his jacket and shoes. "Absolutely."
"Okay lets go."
They walked in silence to the park. This was still very weird to both of them. Them actually hanging out. It was definitely different.
"HARRY!!! DUDLEY MY MAN!!!!!!!" Pier shouted as they walked up. "How's it going?" He was smoking a cigarette and handed one to Harry and lit it for him.
"Its all good man." Dudley said after his cigarette was lit. "So you get the stuff?"
Pier simply smiled and pulled out a bag. "A dime bag" and tossed the bag to Dudley. "Break it out man" and he did. This night however they lacked alcohol, which was fine for Harry. He didn't much like the hangover he received.
They all got horribly stoned and hung out for awhile. This time was different though, somehow. Dudley seemed to read Harry's mind, which was now swirling and sloshing around in his skull. "Dude does this have angel dust in it??" Dudley yelled.
Pier looked at him for a sec and nodded. "I just figured we would do something different tonight is all. Whoa look at Harry!!"
Dudley did and started laughing. Harry was jumping around like a mad monkey. "Okay apparently Harry got most of it" It took a minute for Pier and Dudley to get Harry to sit down.
"I think he might need ADHD medicine after this man." Pier joked.
"Yeah really." Dudley said but looked kind of worriedly at Harry. "Man I cant take him home like this. You should have told me about the dust man. He's never going to sleep again"
"Sure he will. We can just hang around here for awhile then his energy will fall and he'll be okay."
They sat in silence for a while.
"Dudley?" Harry said sitting on the ground laughing. "I feel like I weight ten thousand pounds. Am I here? Am I really here?"
Dudley looked at him questionably. Pier however seemed to understand." I have done angel dust before and it makes you feel like you are just watching yourself. You lose all control of yourself and you feel like you are in a totally different place then where you are. The heavy weight thing is when your energy drops suddenly and you start to get back some control of your body. Most likely he will fall asleep soon. So now would be a good time to get him home man."
Dudley nodded and helped Harry up but stopped and looked back to his best mate Pier. "No more angel dust okay? That was messed up just watching." Pier simply nodded and walked off towards his house as Dudley had to practically drag Harry home.
Once home and in Harry's room. Dudley did something he never thought he would do in his lifetime. He helped Harry into bed, took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table and watched him fall asleep instantly. "Night Harry" he left and went to his own room to sleep it off.
A/N:
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