A/N: I AM NOT DEAD…yet…I'm deeply ashamed for the lack of updates, I've been extremely busy I've had loads of work and I was offered something I couldn't possibly let go without taking advantage (thing which stole about 2 months of my life, but it was worth it).

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Here's a new chapter.

HP is not mine! Just borrowing the characters for fun!

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Earth here has another colour

Once in Kingcross station, Harry hurried into the train hoping to avoid anyone that knew him (like that was possible everybody knew him), he got into a compartment and locked it, he took out his wand, he knew he could now try to do some magic, after all he was starting term and was far away from stupid muggles, so he muttered some concealment charms he had learnt while he was researching for spells to use with the DA.
Once this was done, he could finally relax, he unlocked the door in order not to arise suspicions and sat next to the window; he rested his head, he was awfully tired and hungry, he wanted to get to Hogwarts, the sooner the better.
Just when he was ending that thought, Ron and Hermione appeared at the doorway. "Mate! How are you? We've been looking for you!" exclaimed Ron.
"We missed you Harry" said Hermione with a quieter voice. "We're sorry we couldn't write" and with this she flung her arms around Harry, he gasped when she made contact with his chest, the gash was still there and it was painful.
"Harry are you alright?" she asked concerned, "Yes, I'm sorry I just wasn't expecting you to do that." Harry lied.
"Hey mate! Guess what, "we" he said pointing towards Hermione and then himself "are now together"
"Together? Meaning…"
"We are a couple now Harry" interrupted Hermione smiling.
"Oh! That's great!" exclaimed Harry with fake enthusiasm but with a hint of sadness only noticeable to those who were really paying attention 'My luck! This is just bloody fantastic, now I'll also be all alone while in Hogwarts, I don't think they'll want me around while they are snogging' thought Harry miserably, but hid it very well under that happiness mask he had mastered over the years.
Other than Malfoy and his thick-headed bodyguards showing up to insult Hermione, make fun of Ron, threat Harry, and in return get some rather nasty hexes thrown at them, the train ride was rather uneventful.
The engine stopped and 1st year students started exiting the train while gathering around Hagrid to take the boat ride to the castle, older students just headed towards the carriages, rode by beasts who were only visible to those who had seen death which would take them to the exact same place.




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The Great Hall was filled with noise which rose to a volume the greasy git Potions Master Severus Snape didn't know existed, his ears were ringing incessantly and he could clearly see – not that he didn't do so before- why he hated children so badly.
'And as if it wasn't enough with all this despicable dunderheads creating such havoc there are more of their kind waiting just outside' thought Snape with disgust, he was staring off to space sneer placed firmly in his face.
He then decided to glare a bit before the Sorting Ceremony started, slowly turning his head and moving his eyes from the invisible hole that he had created his gaze suddenly rested in…Harry Potter 'Bloody fantastic! I decide to look around and my eyes have to be graced by him of all people' as this sarcastic thought crossed Snape's mind, he quickly diverted his attention towards something less annoying, his Slytherins.
The sorting came and went rather quickly, and soon Dumbledore was giving cue for everyone to start stuffing their faces.
Meanwhile at the Gryffindor table Harry was picking his food looking miserable, he was happy to be back to Hogwarts, and he was glad to have food, friends and a "home" again, but physical and mental pain was becoming too much for him to bear.
"Harry, you'd better eat now unless you want me to force feed you!" threatened Hermione, she was happily chatting with Ginny and Neville and when she turned to ask Harry his opinion about the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher she realized he hadn't even touched his food. Harry smiled lightly and started eating slowly, afraid of feeling sick if he ate too much or too fast due to the fact that he had been starved for at least a good month and a half while he was "happily" staying with his "beloved family"


Oh, he just hated them; he hoped they could just somehow vanish! He didn't want them dead…yet, at least right after he had killed Voldemort, that way he wouldn't feel as guilty, he just wanted them gone for now; or even better, he wanted himself gone, he wanted to breath, only to be able to free himself from that awful screaming inside his mind, that screaming men call silence.1
Yes, silence, he felt empty, silent, dark, alone…caring about nothing and everything at the same time but not really caring, he was far too gone to care.
No one to help him, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Gryffindor Golden Boy, is after all perfect, or so he seems to be. Is everyone really that blind? Can they not notice the suffering? Is it so hard for one to look further than ones nose, or to talk without needing the voice?
Lost in a place he's the only one able to reach, where the earth has another colour and the skies are down where the ocean once lay. Upside down, twisted, disoriented, different; some sort of dream, a dream with a one way street, going in means never coming back.
"Hey mate, mate! Harry!" Ron said while shaking Harry with his left hand
"Huh?"
"Are you all right mate? You spaced out, and you look a bit green"
With this said Harry stood up quickly and fled from the Great Hall, gigantic steps were taken before that fast walking turned into a sprint towards the girl's bathroom.


Back at the Great Hall, Snape quickly got up and with grace, exited the Hall and followed the boy. He had noticed Potter behaving rather oddly through out dinner, and he had watched him closely, for he knew how that brat seemed to always cause some kind of scene and/or put himself in some kind of mortal peril. Snape mostly figured Potter was being his usual pompous arse celebrity behaving in a way that would get him attention; but when he stormed out of the Great Hall, he just knew that spoiled child was up to something…stupid, yes, stupid he didn't think the boy was able to manage something other than that. And this turned out to be the reason he was following him, he didn't trust him at all.



Harry was resting his head on his new best friend, the toilet seat; all the time he had been thinking, he had also been eating no end and he, as he already expected it to happen, got sick because he was not used to the amount of food he consumed earlier.
He left the Great Hall because he didn't want to make a scene, he had started running with the intention of going up to his dorm but he didn't think he would be able to get there before something rather unpleasant happened, meaning before he emptied his stomach somewhere around the castle.
All the time moaning Myrtle was crying and screaming and Harry felt like killing her except it wouldn't do much good since she was already dead.
He headed towards the sink and washed his face; he slowly lifted his head and found himself facing a mirror. He felt drained, and he looked drained, his glamour was flickering, every now and then he could see the scars and bruises that haunted him and drew him into darkness, the "nice act" his body had performed a few moments before turned out to be quite a strain, though it shouldn't have been but he was after all weak, beaten and malnourished.
He decided to sit down and rest before heading back to the dorm, he wanted to be able to keep his glamour off and also to get back there without fainting, he didn't want nor need anyone knowing about his condition.


Professor Severus Snape tried to follow Harry Potter, but he somehow managed to lose him. He halted rather at a rather close distance to the bathroom in which the young man before mentioned was. 'Well let's see, I didn't see him heading towards Gryffindor tower, and I am positive I lost the sound of his footsteps not far from here so…' he couldn't finish his train of thought because a loud wail pierced his ears.

"Harry! HARRY! Don't forget that if you die, you are welcome to share MY toilet"

He knew that voice, it was that annoying dead girl, what did they call her, Moaning Myrtle; but what in the world was she talking about? The Potter brat dieing? Very unlikely, he was probably trying to draw more attention to himself than…wait a minute, Myrtle screaming that could only mean that Potter was probably in the girl's bathroom.
He quickly headed towards the door and opened it, he went in and his eyes quickly searched for the Golden Boy.
Sitting with his back resting on the wall was one Harry Potter, he had his legs close to his chest and his arms were hugging them tightly, while his head rested rather uncomfortably on his knees.
"POTTER"
Harry jumped startled; he hadn't heard anyone going into the bathroom, he had somehow disconnected his senses from the outside for a short amount of time, just while he rested. He strengthened his glamour before looking towards the place the voice came from.

Snape, Snape! What in Merlin's name was he doing standing right in front of him? How had he found him? And even a better question, why had he followed him?

"Potter! Did summer give you some kind of hearing disability? Or are you just plain stupid?"
Harry just kept staring
"You moronic brat! You will answer me when I'm speaking to you, I don't care if the strain of speaking, if we could ever label the sound your vocal chords emit, ended up destroying those few neurons left in your brain!"
"Prof…Professor Snape?" stuttered Harry
"No! Am I really? Who were you expecting, brat? The wizard of oz?" Snape answered sarcastically "Now would you mind explaining me the reason of your presence in the girl's bathroom? Last time I checked, Harry was still a boys' name, and when I say boys I mean males" Professor Snape addressed Harry as if he was stupid.
"Professor, I was just…what I mean is that…well you see it's difficult to explain but…I was not…"
"ENOUGH! I don't want to hear your excuses, you will go back to Gryffindor Tower and you will have detentions with me, six days a week, right after dinner, for a month…at least; now get away from my sight" his tone dangerously low, "Isn't it nice, the Gryffindor Golden Boy getting detentions the first day he's back, oh my aren't we proud!" sneer placed firmly in his face.

Harry blinked, twice, he was confused, but Snape sounded angry; he felt lucky Snape wasn't asking him lots of questions, and he didn't want this to change so he quickly got up, ignoring the pain, and desperately trying not to flinch so that he wouldn't give anything away and quickly walked past Snape.

"I expect to see you tomorrow Potter, and you'd better be on time" Snape threatened one last time as Harry exited the bathroom and headed to his dorm.


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A/N: Well here's a new chapter, it isn't that long but I wanted to post something

1) Well I got this from a movie called "The enigma (mystery) of Kasper Hauser" or literally translated from German "Every man for himself and God against all" by Wegner Herzog, the quote is actually "Don't you hear that horrible screaming all around you? That screaming men call silence?", but I had to modif. It a little bit so it would fit.

I repeat, I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters…at all, as you should know Bloomsbury books and WB do; I don't own "The enigma of Kasper Hauser" that's one of Wegner Herzog's masterpieces and he deserves all the credit for it.

Please read and review, it'll be greatly appreciated.