A/NWow, Chapter nine. I never though i would ever write this story so fast (it was like sure i got the idea lets write it total eh why not nothing special) I wasnt even sure i would finish it, but i guess i am , yay for me. Gonna answer a few reviews, just to say stuff (because i like to talk x.x bad writer) Skip this if ya wish, because its me just really wanting to respond to some things.
xxphatxbaybeexx: That helped in a way, I'll try to go as uncliche as i can, because i'll want to shoot myself if i go cliche. No pansy isnt a cold vindictive bitch this time, that would be me trying to make her somewhat different then the usual.
Cherry0214: Your always my first review of the day lmfao! Well up until last night you were the only one who answered it, and many peoplereviewed but didnt answer so -shrugs- ohwell. Yeah I know I'm updating fast, but I'm having fun writing this story, it only stands to reason. I left ya a few reviews i think, I cant remember who i review..ever.
KitsuneSkye203: I kicked myself mentally for not waiting for all reviews, I'll learn from this mistake next time though! Sorry about that, i hope it doesnt ruin the story for ya! -likes it when people enjoy reading stuff, its her nature-
Harry had wished for a better morning the night before, that wish hadn't come true. From the time he got into the Great Hall it had all gone down hill.
Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table with his friends, and Terry Boot's, surprise, surprise, girlfriend came up to him with a very nasty expression on her face. "Potter you're just a slut. Getting Terry locked away because of your sick fantasies. He wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole" She spat at him with fury.
"BrockleHurst, go back to your table know. If you so much as say one more word to Harry because you won't accept the truth I will get you more then one detention. You understand?" Hermione said coldly, saying it for Harry who had paled and tears were starting to threaten to break through.
Mandy BrockleHurst gave him one more ice-cold glare before holding her head high and walking back to the Ravenclaw table. Harry watched her back as she sat down and looked at Hermione, his appetite gone. "Why?" He croaked out.
"Because Terry told her otherwise, she probably really liked him and wouldn't want to believe he A)" Hermione said, ticking of a finger, "cheated on her and B) was that much of a horrible person to rape you." Hermione ticked off a second finger, looking at her friend who looked like he was going to be sick.
"Harry it doesn't matter what she says, we believe you and know that by the way you were acting it happened. She doesn't know you well enough to understand what bad effects it had you. She doesn't know" Hermione said, trying to reassure him.
Harry felt worse though, what happened if Dumbledore started to think Harry had been lying? Harry wanted to sink into the floor yet again and hide from the world. The world wasn't fair, and it wasn't kind, how would Harry deal with it if no one wanted to believe the truth?
Harry walked down the corridor the morning going through his mind again and again. Harry was getting weird looks from most of the Ravenclaws'. Luna was the only one to tell him Boot was a bastard and she had noticed his mean streak before.
She wished him luck at the trial; there would be one right? Harry didn't know, to face Boot and to testify against him would be hard. Only Malfoy could help him make them believe him, what if Malfoy chose not to help him? What if all Harry had been doing was losing his mind and that kiss never happened? Too many questions and no answers were driving Harry up that wall and through the roof.
Harry received a letter telling him the date of the trial; Boot was in custody apparently. Harry didn't want to show for it honestly, for he had never faced up to Boot. Harry lost his appetite thinking about Boot and how to face him, he tried to skip lunch but Ron forced him to eat under pain of death.
Harry hadn't even thought of a trail and sometimes found himself wishing he hadn't told anyone, so he wouldn't have to go through all of this. But he knew deep down that it wasn't possible, nor was it for the best. It would have sucked more the other way. Boot could have killed him.
Harry didn't know how much the story got around but rumors from Harry and Boot secretly dating each other and it had gone sour to Harry being seduced by Boot and Harry had taken it all wrong had reached his ears. He wanted to smack them over the head for being so fucking daft as a washboard.
At least it hadn't gotten out to the Daily Prophet.
"Ron what was it you said?" Harry wailed through the stall in the bathroom.
"It wouldn't get out to the public, the Prophet wouldn't write it without your permission." Ron recited, trying to cope with a very angry and distressed Harry.
"And what did they do?" Harry said venomously.
"They wrote a full page article on it. With a picture of Boot in custody." Ron replied, looking generally upset and annoyed.
"Ron what will I do? I'm never coming out of this stall. Half the Hufflepuff house has come to say words of sympathy and BrockleHurst went of in a rampant rage against me!" Harry wailed again, getting nervous and anxious feelings in the pit of his stomach.
"Harry come on out of there. You've dealt with this before! Be brave damnit!" Ron snapped.
Harry took a moment to compose himself. He walked out of the stall but Ernie from Hufflepuff came in saying "Harry I hope you make Boot weep" with a grin on his face and Harry ran back into the stall, refusing to come out
In the end Ron resorted to Hermione, who is a powerful force indeed and she did a body bind on him and levitated him out of the bathroom back to the Common room. When she freed him he attempted to run to his room but that plan was stopped when Ron and Hermione dragged him to the fireplace.
"You to are evil" Harry said, receiving grins from them.
"Harry I want you to know that I've tried to make Boot's parents relent, but they believe their son is harmless. There is no one to testify against him other then you, because no one else saw it. So it's a matter of he said he said, which will make it harder to win, even if your being honest" Dumbledore explained to Harry who felt sick.
Harry had been called to Dumbledore's office for this? Harry squirmed in the chair thinking it over if he should tell about how Malfoy walked in. He didn't know he was saying it till it was out though.
"One other person did...see..." Harry whispered silently. He didn't want to explain, but he had to.
"Oh?" Dumbledore said, raising his eyebrow.
Harry nodded. "Yes, but I don't know if he would...testify for me." Harry said, trying to make his words sound right while thinking about them.
"Well ask him Harry. It would help to have someone else against him." Dumbledore said. Looking at Harry with those bloody blue eyes.
Harry nodded his head quickly getting up and taking the offered treacle tart. He walked out of the office and down the staircase all the while wondering, 'How will I get Malfoy to help me? He hates me.'
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