Hogwarts High
Hogwarts High
By Serendipity
Chapter Four
°°°Harry°°°
Ron's grounded. Turns out that after he and Hermione got finished with their pizza, they went over to Hermione's to watch movies and they sort of fell asleep. Ron returned home at seven thirty in the morning, much to the annoyance of his parents and amusement of his brothers.
We had soccer practice that morning. It was horrible because we were all tired (Draco was hung over) and Ron, who only got like two hours of sleep, kind of fell asleep in the middle of the field. Dean tripped over him as he was trying to score a goal. We all thought that it was funny, but Hagrid, our coach, was disgruntled about it. He said that he'd let it slide this time because it was the first party of the year, but if it happened again, we'll be running laps.
Ron being grounded ruined my plans to see Ginny. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't believe me when I called Saturday night asking for Ginny. She said it was a ploy to get Ron out. As if I wanted to. He wouldn't have been any fun. He probably fell asleep at six.
And to top it all off, Old Betsy is in the shop so I actually had to take the bus to school this morning. Ron and the others weren't on it and I was forced to sit by Mouse. It was amusing enough. He had no recollection of Friday night.
When I got to school, I went to my locker and got my books. Then I went to Ron's locker. He was having problems with it again. He was reduced to pounding it with his fists and it still wouldn't budge. Finally he just gave up.
"Useless piece of shit," he commented, turning towards me.
I smiled sympathetically.
"How did you guys get to school this morning?" I asked him as we made our way into the boy's bathroom.
"Wood," replied Ron.
Oliver Wood lives down the beach from Ron. He graduated two years ago and is kind of friends with the twins.
Fred and George were writing the word 'poop' really big on one of the stall doors when we got into the bathroom. They nodded at us before continuing their masterpiece. Lee was writing 'pee' by one of the urinals, and Billy Beerbomb was stoned and was currently fascinated with his hands. He was ignored.
I lowered my voice.
"Hey, uh, do you think that it'll be alright if I stay at your place tonight?" I asked Ron, rubbing my side. It was the location of my newest bruise.
Ron noticed my movement and quickly understood.
"Yeah, I'm sure Mom and Dad won't mind," he said, quickly looking away from my rubbing out of courtesy.
Fred and George had overheard us and were sending me a worried stare. They looked like they wanted to say something but the bell beeped and we were off to class.
°°°Draco°°°
I had a smile as big as Texas plastered on my face as I walked into the health room and sat down in front of Potter.
"What the hell are you so happy about?" he asked.
"Didn't you see it?" I asked him, feeling a bit discouraged at the fact that the whole school may not have seen it.
"See what?" he asked.
I puffed out my chest importantly.
"I broke up with Pansy out on the front lawn. She was so upset that she tried throwing a freshman at me."
Potter rolled his eyes. It irked me that not everyone was interested with my love life. But then Potter began to look worried.
"Why did you break up with her, Malfoy?" he asked.
I smirked. The girl sitting on my right sighed and nearly fainted.
"I found someone else," I told Potter.
The girl on my left burst into tears. Potter was indifferent to her.
"Ginny?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, the Weasel Whore."
Potter suddenly stood and grabbed the front of my over-priced shirt.
"Never call her that again, Malfoy!"
I sighed. Where the hell was Snape? Talking to Potter was giving me a headache.
"Besides," continued Potter sitting back down, "she's mine."
I laughed.
"Officially?" I asked.
Potter's eyes widened and he began fidgeting. But then he groaned.
"Shit, not him!" he whined, as he looked over my shoulder.
I turned around and my high spirits were quickly dampened.
°°°Billy Beerbomb°°°
Hands are sooo cool! Whoa! There's like a pencil sitting on my desk!
"Mr. Beerbomb!"
Who's the dude with the beard? Oh my God, he has rainbows in his beard! Why is he looking into my eyes?
"His pupils are huge," beardy said to somebody.
Look, paper! Why is beardy yelling at me? He's hurting my ears. Except for my ear lobes, they're fine. Beardy is still yelling. Maybe I can calm him.
"Whoa dude! Let's just go into the wig wam and smoke the peace pipe, kay?"
°°°Fred°°°
"George! It's chocolate cake day!" I exclaimed as the lunch line moved up.
George's eyes widened. "Good Lord, is it really?" he asked grabbing a hold of my arm.
"Yes, look!" I instructed him, while pointing to the coveted chocolate cake. We were jumping up and down from excitement when we reached the lunch lady. She looked at us as if we were idiots.
°°°Ginny°°°
"Move over, Gin."
It was Ron. None of my freshman friends were put in the same lunch as me so my brothers thought that it was their duty to sit by me. It's not so bad I guess. Fred and George are always good for a laugh. Lee joins in sometimes. Ron's funny and nice. And all of Ron's friends sit by us too. Including Harry and Hermione. Hermione keeps me sane at lunch, and Harry...well Harry gives me so many butterflies in my stomach that I have to really concentrate on eating. It's usually not so bad though. Harry normally sits across from Ron or on the other side of Hermione, but today he sat by me. I suddenly lost my appetite. I was thinking about that kiss Friday night.
I smiled at Harry and he "accidentally" brushed my hand as he reached for a napkin. I didn't know what to do or say. I looked over at Ron to make sure that he didn't see. He didn't. He was talking with Hermione. I wonder what's up with those two?
"That lunch lady acted as if we were insane!" George exclaimed, sitting down across from me. Fred sat next to him. They both had nothing but cake on their plates.
"You two are insane," Ron commented, raising an eyebrow at their food choice.
"No we're not," chorused the twins.
"Yes you are," replied Ron. "Ginny aren't they insane?"
"I'm staying out of this."
The twins were halfway through their food.
"Hey Fred, George, did you two study for that Spanish test?" Harry asked, saving me from choosing between my brothers.
The twins looked alarmed.
"That's today?" asked George.
Harry and Ron nodded.
Fred and George are smart. They get mostly A's, except for Spanish. They just don't get the whole foreign language thing. They failed that class three times, and by the scared looks on their faces, they're heading for number four. They looked at the clock. Two minutes before the bell beeped and Spanish was their next class.
"We really need a miracle right now," said George.
"Fred and George Weasley, please come to the office," came over the intercom.
The twins sighed, looked up to the heavens and thanked God.
°°°Ron°°°
I hate health. Mainly because of Snape. Last week we did First Aid and he made me do mouth to mouth resuscitation to Pansy Parkinson. I wondered vaguely what we would be doing this week and had a terrible mental image of giving blood samples. Even Hermione hated this class and didn't take notes. The late bell beeped and we all held our breaths, waiting for Snape to come in-but it wasn't Snape who came in. It was much, much worse.
"Allow me to introduce you to your Health sub for this week...me."
It was Lockhart. He smiled at us and continued.
"And this week I'll be teaching you about sexual education."
Oh God, no! Everyone looked scared. Why didn't Harry warn me? Then Lockhart got out the pictures. THE HORROR!!! THE HORROR!!!
°°°Harry°°°
My house came into view. I paused on the corner. Ron stopped and looked at me.
"You want to just forget about it?" he asked me.
I have everything I need at Ron's. My own toothbrush, an extra set of clothes, etc. But we have a bio project due tomorrow and I left all my stuff at home. Ron offered helping me start over from scratch, but I spent hours on that thing already and I didn't want to stay up all night.
"No, we have to get it," I told him.
Uncle Vernon's car was home. Just peachy.
"Alright, listen," I told Ron and he came closer. "We'll go into the back and climb up that tree next to my window. I'll go in and get my stuff and get out of there as quick as I can."
Ron nodded. We snuck into the back yard and began climbing the huge oak outside of my window.
°°°Ron°°°
I sat in the tree, partially hidden from view, and watched as Harry found his project and put it into his school bag. He was turning to go back out of the window when his uncle came in. He was obviously drunk. He grabbed Harry by his hair and threw him into the wall. Harry's strong, but he's no match for his uncle's bulk. Harry regained his bearings and began trying to block the punches, having very little success.
I knew of Harry's home life for awhile now, but I never actually saw him get a beating. I sat in the tree not knowing what to do. I had to help him! My eyes darted around his room, looking for a bat, or stick, or anything! Then I saw my most powerful weapon: Harry's camera. I snuck into the room and turned the camera on, hoping that there was a tape in it. Harry's uncle saw me and knocked me to the ground and began punching me. Harry jumped upon his back. His uncle stood and ran his back into the wall, squishing Harry.
I spat out some blood and began my search for a bat once again. I didn't find one. But I did find a vacuum cleaner. I some how found the strength to pick it up and knock Harry's uncle unconscious. Then I sunk to my knees. Harry looked half-dead.
"Why," he began, his voice very quiet, "why did you come in here?"
Our blood was dripping onto his floor.
I pointed to the camera.
"You can't hit someone else's kid," I told him.
We both smiled and got up, wincing immensely. We took the camera and our stuff and got the hell out of there. The walk to my place was much longer than normal and a lot of people saw us. We opened my kitchen door and collapsed into some chairs, lying our heads on the table. We were both still bleeding and we were both dizzy and light-headed. Mom came in and saw us.
"What, what?"
She was flustered, not knowing whom to help first. I forced the camera into her hand.
"What?" she asked, still confused.
"You can't hit someone else's kid," I repeated, then I passed out.
°°°Harry°°°
I opened my eyes, which was rather painful seeing as they were both swollen. There was an Asian man in white robes hovering over me with a friendly smile.
"Hello, I am Dr. Khai! Do you remember me?" he asked.
I had seen Dr. Khai several times in my youth. I realized that I was in a hospital and that most of my wounds had been mended. Dr. Khai was checking my stats.
"Ron! Where is he? How is he?"
"The red-headed boy with the vacant expression?" asked Dr. Khai.
I nodded.
"He's much better off than you are. Just a few scrapes and bruises. You got the worst of it."
I was getting sleepy again. I was about to go back to sleep when Sirius came in. I never saw him look so worried. He walked in with a quick pace and stood over me, tenderly ruffling my hair.
"Harry, are you okay? What happened? Who did this to you?"
All the questions were hurting my brain.
Dr. Khai tapped Sirius's shoulder. Sirius turned around.
"What?" he asked.
"He's sedated," Dr. Khai told him.
"Oh," replied Sirius. Sirius turned back to me. "You can tell me later."
Dr. Khai tapped him again.
"What!?" Sirius asked again annoyed.
"Are you his father?" Dr. Khai asked.
"No."
"Guardian, then?"
"No."
"Then you have no right being here."
Sirius looked outraged.
"He's my Godson!"
"Unless he's your charge, you have no right being here, now let him be!"
Sirius glared.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Harry," he told me. And then he left.
"You and your friend will have to stay the night," Dr. Khai told me. "You may even have to stay longer."
"Mmm," I mumbled, loosing consciousness.
"I think I'll go check on your friend," said Dr. Khai, leaving the room.
"Hello, I am Dr. Khai! Do you remember me?" sounded from the next room. Ron groaned.
°°°Ginny°°°
I made the swim team and had my first practice after school. Hermione took me home (she joined too) and I was expecting to find a house filled with people, but no one was home. I was shocked, but I didn't get worried until later when no one returned home. Finally at ten they came home. Turns out that Ron and Harry got beat up pretty badly and are in the hospital. I started crying.
"Oh, it's not too bad dear," Mom coaxed. "They just both have black eyes, busted lips, bad bruising on their faces, arms, and torsos. Ron has a slight concussion. And Harry has a slightly worse concussion than Ron and a broken rib."
My mom was acting as if they had just skinned a knee or something.
"What's this?" asked George holding up a movie.
"Ron handed it to me before he passed out," Mom explained. "Said something about hitting another kid..." Mom trailed off.
Fred, George, and I looked at each other and shrugged.
"Let's watch it in our room," George suggested and we marched to their room and popped the tape in. It was about five minutes long and it was of Harry's uncle beating Harry and Ron for no apparent reason. When it was over we all stared at the blank screen with our mouths open. Then Fred started laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked him, shocked that he could laugh at a thing like that.
"He hit him with a VACUUM CLEANER!!! Of all things!" Fred wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, our brother certainly does have a sense of humor."
By Serendipity
Author's Note: Alright here it is. I haven't been in a writing mood lately, but I was bored today and forced myself to write this. I think I may be getting a plot. Let's hope I don't forget it. I mentioned Wood in this chapter. Can't cut him out of everything. I also have things in Billy Beerbombs POV for awhile. A short while. And Fred's, and Ginny's, and Draco's, and Harry's, and Ron's, and...oh you don't care. I do though. I'm really tired.
Disclaimer: I have a lot to disclaim here. Um, first and foremost I don't own the Harry Potter characters nor do I own anything pertaining to them. I do own Billy Beerbomb though. Any references to the real world, be it brand names or singers, I do not own. Oh and I do not own Dr. Khai, my friend's old childhood pediatrician.
Warning: There are some drug references in this chapter (Billy Beerbomb, the HP characters would never use drugs). There is also some child abuse. This chapter is still humorous and light-hearted in spite of these dark themes. I'm just trying to make this story realistic and every high school has their fair share of druggies and victims of child abuse. Remember my rating (PG-13), you were warned beforehand.
Author's Rant: I WANNA READ OoP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ALSO WANT TO SEE THE THRID MOVIE!!!!!!!!! REALLY, REALLY BADLY!!!!!!! THEY NEED TO GET TO WORK ON THAT THING!!! STUPID CHILD LABOR LAWS!
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Another Author's Note: Sorry about the abrupt character POV changes in this chapter. I just couldn't stick with one character. I'd be writing and then all of the sudden I wanted to write someone else. Next chapter will be much better. Especially with a certain health project that they're supposed to do.