Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and the song is by Simple Plan.

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you

Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life...

David wandered down to the lake after lessons on Tuesday and sat down in his usual place. It was sprinkling lightly, and the rain was cold against his face, but he did nothing to stop it. It mingled with his tears.

"James?"

David took off his shoes.

"James?" David spun his head around and looked up into chocolate brown eyes, the same colour as his own.

"My names David," he said tonelessly, looking back at the water.

"Ok, David," Ginny Weasley said slowly, as though she didn't want to say it, or thought he might strike if she made any sudden movements or sounds. "How are you?"

"Wonderful," David said bitterly. He put his hands on his arms, realising how cold he was.

"Well, that's good, I suppose. I'm good too."

There was a pause.

"Did you want something?" David asked impatiently, looking at Ginny as she crouched beside him.

"Look, Ja-David, I do love you, you know... we both do." Ginny paused, David made no signs of acknowledgement. Ginny continued. "I know you probably don't believe me-…"

"No, I don't. Why should I? You both left me, at an orphanage at that! You could have at least sent me to the Weasleys." David glared at the water.

"We had no choice..." Ginny said quietly. "We wanted to, we really did. We wanted you to come and live with us in Australia, but, we were worried..."

"I don't want to hear it. I was your responsibility, and you didn't take it upon you to look after me, as far as I'm concerned I am my own responsibility now, and I have no parents."

"I'm sorry you feel like that." Ginny got up quietly and left, her feet squelching in the wet grass.

David got up and walked back to the castle after he was thoroughly soaked through and feeling numb. Apparently he chose the wrong moment.

"James Potter!"

A man who looked almost identical to David stood before him, his eyes flashing dangerously. The hard emerald green looked like it could pierce through him.

Harry pulled him into an empty classroom, cast a couple of spells and stared at David angrily. He was a little frightened.

"My name is David," he said stubbornly.

"Your name is James, and I will call you that whether you like it or not, young man!" Harry looked intimidating, even with that large cut and bruise underneath his right eye. David stared defiantly at him.

"I won't answer to it."

"Listen here," Harry said and David knew he was becoming angry but didn't care. Who did he think he was? "Your mother was in tears when she got back to our rooms-!"

"I really don't care, I don't have a mother, or a father, and I really would like to go and get some warm clothes. Thank you, if you're done."

David walked to the door and attempted opening it. Locked. He tried with his wand. Nothing. He turned back to Harry... was he smirking at him?

David started towards Harry who suddenly became alert, but in stead of pounding in the heroes head, he turned and kicked the door and it split straight down the middle, his foot hurt painfully...

He turned back to Harry and smirked himself, before taking his leave and walking up to the Gryffindor Common Room. He wasn't followed.

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Julia wondered what all the hype was about as she stepped back into the Common Room.

"Did you see him?!" Renee asked excitedly.

"See who?"

"Harry Potter!!"

"As in, the Harry Potter?"

"Yes!"

"No..."

"He was in the entrance hall! And he was raging at Dave Martin, calling him James Potter! Then he took him into a room, and later we heard the door trying to open, and then it was split in half when David kicked it, and he just left. We couldn't see Harry again though... how amazing... Harry Potter, here, now!"

"Settle down, mate," Julia said, laughing. "It wouldn't have been Harry, and if it was why would he be getting angry at David? He doesn't seem to do anything wrong... he's so nice. It was probably a relation of his, they do look alike." Julia reasoned.

"Fine, just go ahead and burst my bubble!" Renee laughed.

"How do you know he's nice?" Asked a seventh year Ravenclaw that Julia didn't really know. Her name was Gabby, and she was a little conceited... ok, a lot.

"Because, I talk to him..." Julia said slowly, as if it was obvious. "Why?"

"I was just wondering. You were getting quite cosy at Hogsmeade weren't you?"

"No. I was just hanging out with him and his friends."

"You're a Ravenclaw!"

"No, I'm not, I don't have a house." Julia protested, wishing she'd just go away.

"Oh," Gabby said sourly. "Well, why are you here then?"

She's jealous, Julia suddenly realised... why would anyone be jealous of her, Julia?

"I'm staying with each of the houses for around two months each."

"Oh."

"Look, don't worry I'll be in Gryffindor before you know it," Julia said, she felt tears spring to her eyes, for some unknown reason, and stalked up to her dorm room.

She felt so lost, all of a sudden. And she wished to see her mother, and her brother, and father...

Julia flopped down on her bed, closed the curtains, and cried silently into her pillow. She was so far away from home...

Julia didn't know how much time had passed, but a fair while later she heard Renee say "Julia?" softly, and she pretended to be asleep.

"She's asleep," she heard Artemis say, as someone, probably Artemis, opened her hangings a little.

"Man that Gabby is a btch," Renee snapped.

"Yeah," Millicent agreed, "but I think Julia overreacted a little..."

Julia glared into her pillow.

"Well, she's doing a huge thing, going on exchange, it's probably not only about what Gabby said," Renee said, defending Julia... she was definitely her best friend here yet. "Come on, lets go to bed."

Julia heard them get dressed, and listened as the last curtain was drawn, and then tried to sleep herself.

"Come on Jules! You can hit it this time!!" James yelled, bowling the cricket ball to her. He was wearing a Christmas hat, red shirt, and green shorts and looked very well dressed for the occasion. James Jameson...

"I'm trying!" Julia yelled back, pretending to be angry, but grinning madly. Her hat kept slipping into her eyes whenever she got into position. The cricket bat had tinsel around the top and it was annoying. "Just a second!" she added, once she had again missed the ball. She ripped the tinsel off and threw the ball back. "Give it your best shot!"

This time she hit it. It flew straight at James, and he didn't have time to duck properly and it hit him in the head. He fell to the ground.

"Oh no! James!" Julia, half laughing, half devastated ran towards James... she felt so bad. Here he was trying to teach her cricket and she knocked him out.

Julia knelt down beside him, and his eyes snapped open, and he pulled her face towards him, and kissed her full on the lips...

"Julia, wake up!"

Renee hit Julia with a pillow across her face and Julia laughed getting up. "Oi you, I was having a good dream!" she grumbled jokingly. "I would have definitely have liked to stay in bed!"

"Was it about David?"

"No, it wasn't actually. It was about James Jameson, who's an Aussie guy that goes to school with me..." Julia grinned.

"Oh, did you like him, did you?" Artemis giggled as she pulled on her blouse.

Julia blushed. "You could say that..." she agreed. "But, it's ok, coz he liked me too. We just decided not to do anything about it," Julia added, when the girls looked at her. "I was leaving, after all."

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Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
But deep inside you're bleeding

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life…

David woke up with a splitting headache the next morning, and he felt sick and angry. Not to mention, his toe was throbbing and he felt like he had a terrible cold.

"You know, Dave," Robert said when he had managed to drag David out of bed, "You should get some clothes on and go to the hospital wing, you don't look too good."

David swayed on the spot, and cursed Harry Potter under his breath. If he had let him get warm sooner... it was just another reason to hate the man who thought he was his father.

"Do you want a hand?" Robert asked, and David tried to unsuccessfully do up his short.

"No, I'm fine," David lied, swaying slightly because his concentration slipped. He gave up finally, and just left it undone, pulled on a pair of pants over his boxer shorts, and started towards the hospital wing.

He walked down the stairs, his hands on the railing, and had to stop himself from glaring at the people that were staring at him... so what, he was wearing no socks or shoes, and his shirt was undone, his hair a mess, and he was holding onto a railing...

"What?" David snapped at a little first year

"David Martin, don't speak to me like that!"

David stopped and stared at little Monica Weasley... "Oh, sorry, I – it's just everyone is staring at me..." he said moodily.

"Yes, I noticed, and I was going to ask what was wrong, and, are you ok..." Monica replied testily.

"Sorry... I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me, Dave, it is obvious to anyone that you're not ok. You can barely walk, let alone do up your shirt." She said reprovingly. "Come here."

Monica pulled him towards her and buttoned his shirt. He felt like such an idiot... his cousin had to do up his shirt... he wondered briefly if she knew about his parents... she was being awfully bold...

"There, I think I missed a button but now we wont have anyone staring at you like that, come on, I'll take you to the hospital wing."

David wanted to protest, but he didn't, because Monica was his favourite little Weasley, and if she felt like she could do something, David knew it would make her happy... so he let himself be supported, a little bit, on her small shoulders, to keep him steady as she guided him to the hospital wing.

As they passed the Entrance Hall, a whole heap of Ravenclaws came from another corridor and David's face reddened, and he glared at the floor as Monica helped him. He vaguely thought of shrugging her help off, but decided that wouldn't be very nice, and his foot was really beginning to throb. He hadn't noticed how much it hurt yesterday in his anger, but he seemed to have broken his big toe, which was swollen and blue.

David heard the Ravenclaws and he wanted, again, to kick something.

"Oh, do you think he'll be alright?"

"He doesn't look happy about something..."

David bit back a remark as the Ravenclaws went into the Great Hall, and he continued on to the hospital wing.

"Dave, what's wrong? You've been acting really weird lately..." Monica asked as they stopped outside the hospital wing.

"I'm sorry, Mon," David said, sounding sorry too, "it's not something I really want to talk about right now. Meet me this afternoon by the lake if it isn't raining, if it is, I'll meet you in the Common Room."

Monica looked confused. "Ok..." she said slowly. "When?"

"Straight after classes."

"Ok."

"I'll be fine now. Thanks, Mon," David hugged his little cousin and kissed her on the forehead, "you're a champ."

"Mr Martin! What are you doing here?" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed once David was inside and Monica was gone. David didn't answer her, but glared at the man on the bed in front of her. He was sitting on the end, and she was putting some sort of salve on his cheek.

He turned to leave, glaring, and forgetting to limp.

"James!" Harry called after him. He could hear running footsteps behind him as he made his way quickly down the hospital wing corridor.

David spun around as Harry put a hand on his shoulder. David pulled at the last minute.

Crack.

Harry was on the ground, and David immediately felt better, even if he hadn't hit him as hard as he could.

"Don't touch me," David spat at Harry as he sat dazedly on the ground.

"James..."

David was shocked to see tears in Harry's eyes. He crouched down, his toe throbbing on the cold stone floor... he ignored it.

"David," David corrected slowly.

"James," Harry, even in his state, continued to be stubborn. "I know you hate me, but won't you give me a chance? Ginny too?" he asked, holding his other cheek. It was starting to purple as well.

David, who was starting to feel dizzy, asked himself whether it would be too bad to let them try... he didn't actually have to listen to what they had to say, but it would mean he could get treatment for his cold and toe soon...

"Alright." He helped Harry off the ground. "Now I got you back, for making me break my toe and give myself a cold," David said, forcing a light laugh. Harry looked so relieved, David was amazed. It was like he actually wanted to try and prove himself... like he wasn't just pretending. Harry embraced David, but he didn't return it. He was beginning to feel bitter again... "Come on," he growled gruffly, and this time it was him helping the dazed Harry into the hospital wing.

"Mr Potter, Mr Martin, I don't need you running off like that when I'm trying to fix you." Madam Pomfrey grumbled sternly, but she did look a little pleased about something.

"See to James, first," Harry ordered. "Please?" he added nicely.

David was about to protest but Madam Pomfrey was already poking and prodding at him with her wand.

"So, Mr Martin, why are you here?"

"I think I broke my toe, and I have a bit of a cold..."

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