Pain Killer: Chapter 3 - You Need Help
A/N: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. I ALMOST FORGOT THAT I EVEN HAD THIS STORY, BUT NOW I'M WORKING ON IT SOME MORE.
"Hermione, you don't know what you're talking about," Harry said defensively. He was about to turn away when Hermione spoke. "I do know what I'm talking about. It's the way you act. The way you smell. How you always have some extra money. Harry, I'm not stupid. I know what you've been doing. I'm not telling you to stop, but I wish you would." Hermione left Harry standing alone. Harry went back to school by himself.
"Stupid Hermione," he muttered. "She doesn't know as much as she lets on. What is she talking about? It's not like I have a problem. I can stop whenever I want. I just… don't want to." Harry smiled to himself, thinking about what he would do later that night. It was none of Hermione's business what he did at night with his second set of friends. It was his money and his life. She had no idea what it was like to be him.
Later that night, as usual, Harry went to the Astronomy Tower, this time walking with Seamus. "It's Draco's turn to bring some stuff, right?" Seamus asked as they turned a corner. Harry thought for a moment. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure," he answered. "He said he's got something 'really good', so I guess we'll just have to find out what he's talking about."
As they got to the Astronomy Tower, they saw Ernie sitting against the wall, and Draco was no where to be seen. "Look, Seamus. He's not here. He must not have had something that good at all," Harry said, a little louder than he should have, considering the time. "Don't speak so soon," came a voice from behind them. "I've got something really good." Draco appeared out of the shadows.
"You'll like it."
Draco pulled three needles out of his pocket, and handed each of them one. Ernie stood and took his. "You owe me for those, too," Draco added.
Then, he pulled out a needle for himself, a filled water bottle, and four spoons. "Okay, you all know how to do this, right?" Draco said, expecting everyone to nod.
"I do," said Harry. "I've done it before. I mean, before we started meeting. I use it… a lot. I mean, like twice a day. Actually, once in the morning and once at night." Harry sighed. "Okay, Draco. Spit it out. We need the smack, too."
"Of course," Draco muttered to himself, pulling a small bag out of his other pocket. "Nobody can provide for themselves." He handed Ernie, Harry, and Seamus each a small Tic-Tac-sized chunk. He opened the lid to the water bottle and allowed them each a few ounces of water. "Now, put the smack on the spoon with the water. It should dissolve." Several minutes later, they all had needles filled with the heroin. Harry sat down against the wall. He pulled his sleeve up and put the needle in the vein in his arm. He pushed the drug into himself and rested his head against the wall. He gave Draco several Galleons out of his pocket, and he was then given several more chunks of heroin, thanked him, and then went back upstairs.
The next morning, Harry woke up late. "What time is it?" he said to himself. He looked at his watch. "TEN?" he said loudly, standing up. He quickly got dressed. He searched for the needle that was usually in the drawer of his nightstand. "Where the hell is it?" he said out loud. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered. "Screw it." Giving up, Harry just went downstairs and immediately to Potions. He dreaded going because he knew how Snape would act when he showed up for class late. He slowly walked down the dungeons. He opened the door, hating himself for waking up late. "Mr. Potter, you've arrived late for class. Ten points from Gryffindor. Take your seat," Snape said, in his trademark, sickly quiet tone. Harry could still tell he was annoyed, regardless of his voice. Snape was annoyed with Harry even if he was on time and got all of his work done.
Harry took a seat down next to Hermione and Ron. "Why didn't you wake me up?" he whispered to Ron.
"You had a late night," said Ron coolly. "I didn't want to wake you." Harry looked up at him and he could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew what happened to Harry's needle.
"Where is it?" Harry demanded.
"Where's what? What are you talking about?" Ron said blankly.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about. Where is it?" Harry repeated.'
"Harry, I honestly don't know what you're talking about."
"Ron, I honestly know that you're lying to me. Where is it?"
"Harry, I don't know what you're talking about and I don't care. Shut up. I don't have…. Whatever it is you're looking for."
Harry stabbed Ron in the ribs with his wand. "WHERE IS IT?" he almost shouted.
"Potter, would you kindly shut up over there? I'm trying to teach a class," Snape droned from the other side of the room.
"Sorry, sir. Give it to me. Now," Harry said quietly.
"Harry, he doesn't have anything," Hermione interjected.
"How would you know?" Harry said angrily.
"Because I have it," Hermione whispered.
"Give it back," Harry demanded firmly. Hermione lifted her head and looked Harry in the eye. "No," she said simply. "I'm not going to give anything back to you."
"Hermione, please," Harry begged.
"Harry, I'll talk to you about it after class, okay? Calm down, I think you can make it through the last five minutes of class."
"Fine!" Harry muttered, sinking down into his chair. "I hate you."
Hermione looked at Harry in disgust and stood up. "Fine," Hermione said loudly. "Take your damn needle and go kill yourself for all I care." She slammed the needle down on the table and stormed out of the dungeon. Snape strolled over to where Harry was sitting. "Hmm…a needle, Mr. Potter? I don't suspect this was used to donate blood. See me after class. Thirty points from Gryffindor," he said coldly. Two minutes later, class was over. Harry stood in front of Snape, who led him into his office.
Harry sat at the chair in front of Snape's desk. The professor slammed the needle onto the desk, harder than Hermione had. "What is this?" he shouted.
"A needle," Harry said calmly.
"What is it used for?"
"Medical purposes," Harry answered.
"Potter, confess. What did you use this needle for?"
"Do you really want to know?" Harry asked.
"I don't really want to, but I suppose it would be nice if you'd show some amount of respect and tell me yourself."
"I use it to shoot smack. Is that okay with you? Okay? So leave me the hell alone!" Harry picked up the needle and jogged out of the dungeons as fast as he could. Harry went into Myrtle's bathroom and went into a stall. He pulled up his sleeve and injected some more of the drug into his bloodstream. He sighed. He was just about to leave when something pulled him back---his addiction. He sat back down. "Just one more," he said to himself quietly. Again, he stabbed some more heroin into himself. He started to feel somewhat strange, but decided to go to Care of Magical Creatures anyway.
He hid behind a tree as he vomited. His stomach couldn't take that much. He waited until he stopped vomiting and then stuck the needle in his pocket. He walked out of the trees. "Sorry I'm late, Hagrid," he said quietly. "I just wasn't feeling well."
"Maybe yeh should go see the nurse or 'ead on upstairs an' go to bed," Hagrid suggested.
"Yeah," Harry said weakly. "Maybe you're right."
"Go ahead," Hagrid said. "This lesson is mos'ly 'bout respo'sibility."
"Thanks, Hagrid," Harry said quietly, before leaving to go back up to the castle. Little did he know, he was being followed.
It seemed like the instant he turned around, Hermione was right there. "What?" Harry said, irritated. "Do you get some sick pleasure out of following people?" Hermione shook her head in disappointment and hurt. "Harry, I know you're going to deny this beyond all reason," she began. "But you know you're addicted. I know it, Ron knows it, Snape knows it, and just about everyone else knows it. And it kills me to see you like this. You could die from it, Harry. You need help."
A/N: So, that's chapter three. It took me about… ninety minutes to write. Maybe less. Actually, yeah. More like forty-five minutes. R&R. Okay? THANX
