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Somewhere I Belong

Chapter 8- Confessions

Harry stared at the knife silently, wondering whether he could do what he had done that one night at the Dursleys', a few days before being transported back into the past. He pulled up his sleeves to inspect the skin of his arms, just to see the effect his earlier inflictions upon it had brought about. There wasn't much sign that he had cut himself, except for a few white scars borne from the worst cuts. All the other cuts had healed and left no scars, which was probably because he'd only ever done it once.

That time around, he had been lying out in the backyard, having snuck out after the Dursleys were asleep to stare up at the night sky; his mind eventually- as it always did- landing upon Sirius. It had hit him just how he had been cheated of a chance of having a family yet again, besides the fact that he blamed himself entirely for it. He had let himself descend slowly into deeper and deeper depression that night, finally growing to become so angry that he had picked up a knife from the kitchen and slashed away at his arms, his mind so befuddled with thoughts that he hadn't quite realized what he had been doing. All he had known then was that it felt good- felt good to watch the dark, almost scarlet liquid ooze out from between his cuts. He had never felt so alive in days.

However, after he had calmed down, he had been appalled at the damage he had caused. He had hurriedly got down to bandaging his cuts, managing to at least stop the bleeding, hardly believing what he had done. Horrified by his actions, he had then done whatever he could to avoid thinking about it- from not looking in the mirror to always wearing long- sleeved shirts.

Now, though, thinking back on that day, finally having come to terms with what he had done, he could remember the bittersweet pleasure he had felt while hurting himself, and could somewhat see why he had done it. After all, he didn't have the most fabulous life, did he? What was the worst he could do anyhow? Ruin it a little more, maybe. In fact, this would be considerably less ruining, as compared to everything he had faced. He flicked the knife lightly then, green eyes glinting dangerously in the darkness as he grazed the knife lightly along the skin of his wrist.

Suddenly, he jerked the hand holding the knife away, realising what he had been about to do. Shuddering, he dropped the knife as if it had suddenly grown burning hot. He got up from his bed, and after transfiguring the knife into something less harmless to anyone standing below the window, threw it.

Still shaken down to the bone, he crawled under the covers, wrapping his trembling arms around his legs and drawing them as close to himself as he could.

Harry walked down the stairs to the common room, still half asleep. It was pretty early. He hadn't been able to sleep much after almost cutting himself again. When he had finally calmed down enough to close his eyes and try to sleep, he'd found himself thinking of just how messed up his life in the past was. Of all the things he had expected, Lily Evans falling for him hadn't been one of them. He had been so shocked the last night that he hadn't even bothered to go after her. Not that he could have anyway, considering that boys couldn't get into the girls' dormitories.

That particular memory suddenly made him think of Ron and Hermione, and he realised he had been so caught up with the happenings of the past week that he had totally forgotten about them. He could imagine their expressions if they came to know what had happened to him. And right now, he could really use Hermione's help in explaining to Lily why exactly he couldn't be with her. But right now, it looked like he'd have to do it all by himself. He fell back onto the couch in the common room, pondering over what to say to Lily. He decided with just telling her that he couldn't be with her because he didn't like her in that way. That way, he wouldn't have to tell her that he was actually her son, and not some random exchange student.

Lily hadn't been able to sleep much either. She had really started liking Harry, and after what had happened last night, she wasn't so sure about that anymore. Every time he'd been around the whole of last week, she'd felt a million times happier than otherwise, and every time he had smiled, she had felt deliriously light headed. She was pretty sure he liked her as much as she liked him. It was pretty obvious. Which was why she couldn't figure out why he'd acted like a total jerk last night. Maybe he didn't really like her in the same way- but she had still been rather hurt when he'd jerked away from her like she was some detestable thing he didn't want to touch, much less kiss.

She quickly dressed and ran down the stairs to the common room, only to find Harry there, his untidy hair sticking up in a million directions. She gave him a disgusted look, pushed past the portrait, and headed to the Great Hall.

Harry clambered off his seat, where he had half fallen to sleep, and ran after Lily.

"Lily, wait!"

Lily just kept walking, not even looking back at him, and Harry frowned, a little crushed. Well, if she wasn't going to listen, he'd just have to make her. He ran up to her, and caught her by the hand, pulling her around and pinning her between him and the wall, so that she couldn't escape.

"Listen to me, will you?"

"NO, I WON'T! What the hell is your problem? Leave me alone!"

Harry winced at how loud she sounded, wishing he had earmuffs.

"Look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I...Lily, I don't like you in that way, alright?"

He was interrupted by Lily giving him a slap on the face. Enraged, he glared up at Lily, only to see tears falling down her face. His expression softened suddenly, and he raised his hand to wipe away her tears, but was stopped by Lily's words.

"I don't want to listen to anything you have to say, Harry. It's pretty obvious that I don't mean a thing to you. You really hurt me yesterday. I can understand that you might not like me, but why did you have to jump away like that? I'm not that horrible, am I?"

She pushed past him and started walking away. Harry dropped his head, muttering the answer in a low voice to himself, wondering just how he was going to make this up to her.

"That's because I'm your son, Lily; your future son," he whispered quietly, in such a low voice that he could hardly hear what he was saying himself. But it seemed Lily had quite powerful hearing, or an invisible pair of Extendable Ears on her, because she turned around looking rather irritated, with a weird expression on her face that was somewhere between confusion and curiosity.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," Harry mumbled.

"No, you said something. Repeat it."

"I didn't say anything! Leave it be, will you?"

"Yes, you did...you said you were my future son?" Lily dropped her voice at this, giving Harry a strange look.

Harry looked at her, floundering desperately for something to explain his statement, mentally kicking himself for saying that out loud. "No. I didn't. I just…uh…said that I was your future…uh…honey bun?"

Honey bun! Merlin- now he deserved more than just a kick. Why, oh why did he come up with such rubbish when he was lost for words?

"What! I hope you know that makes no sense whatsoever, considering you leaped like a mile away yesterday night when I tried to kiss you, that is, if that's what you mean when you say honey bun. Now, you will bloody well tell me just what you really said, or you will be transfigured into a real honey bun right here."

Lily glared at him, her arms crossed and her eyes blazing, looking decidedly very dangerous. Harry stared for a second, wondering if his eyes looked like that when he was angry. Damn, he'd have to lose the glasses as soon as he could. He was sure the stupid things just covered them up, and whoa, they weren't worth concealing. He felt like rubbing his hands in glee together, relishing the fact that he'd probably be able to get just about anything he wanted if he looked angrily enough at Ron and Hermione. Well, maybe…it was worth a-

"Harry Patter!" Lily practically growled.

"What! Oh uh…yeah…right. What I said before."

"GET DOWN TO IT"

Harry fidgeted. He wasn't supposed to tell anyone. That was what Dumbledore had said. Oh, what the hell, he was going to spill. Dumbledore could just figure out what to do about it later. After all, he had a feeling he probably wouldn't live to see Dumbledore if he didn't say the truth (or at least something that sounded like it, but since he was obviously incapable of lying right then, judging from that stupid honey bun thing, the truth was probably the better option).

"Okay, yes, I'm your future son. Just…uh…keep quiet about it; I'm not supposed to let anyone know."

"But...but...how can you be my s...s...son?" Lily stuttered, suddenly looking utterly confused.

"That would be because I'm from the future, remember? I've somehow come into the past. I was just walking around Privet Drive, and the next thing I knew, I was here," he answered.

"Wait, how could you be in Privet Drive, of all places? That's where I live now, and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't live anywhere near there when I grow up. I wouldn't want my son to be...to be...anywhere near that bloody sister of mine!" Lily let out in a rush.

Harry blanched. He hadn't meant to let her know that she and James were dead in his time. Well, now he'd just have to tell her, wouldn't he?

He dropped his gaze to the floor, feeling a wave of depression wash over him.

"My parents aren't alive anymore. They're dead. They were murdered when I was one." He glanced up at Lily," That's why I have to live with your bloody sister and her husband and son."

Lily went white as a sheet, and looked as if she was going to cry all of a sudden. "Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry," she quietly said, giving his hand a soft squeeze.

Harry gave her a small smile. "It's alright, Lily. I mean, I never knew my parents. It would probably be worse if I did." He squeezed her hand back in what he hoped was a reassuring manner.

"But...but...Petunia. She must be really horrible to you"

"Oh...she is. And so are Uncle Vernon and Dudley, but I'm used to it by now."

"Ugh...she married that Vernon fellow! I always knew she had bad taste! But...but wait...who did I marry? Who's your father? My…uh…future husband?" She stared at Harry questioningly.

Harry chuckled and gave her an amused look, and rolled his eyes, pleased that the conversation had taken a slightly happier turn- well, at least for him it was a happy thing. For Lily, however…

"I would think it's pretty obvious. Take a good look at me, Lily," he said, pointing to himself.

Lily looked horrified a second later, and Harry let out a loud snort, and then a very unmanly giggle, which he covered up hurriedly with what he hoped sounded like a cough.

"Not...not James Potter!"

"Yes, James Potter. Which means I'm Harry Potter, and not Harry Patter," Harry managed to gasp out between his laughter at the look of pure disgust on Lily's face.

"Right, "Lily let out a shaky breath, "I married James Potter...what else do I need to know?"

Harry looked up at her uncertainly, "I don't know. You weren't even supposed to know I came from the future. I already feel I've told you too much."

"Well…Harry, at least tell me how we died- James and I," she said, pale in the face.

"Voldemort,"he muttered softly, and Lily gasped, looking horrified again, but in a rather different way. He continued, "You both died, and I survived the Killing Curse...because you sacrificed your life for me. That's supposed to be some old magic, and because of it the curse bounced back onto Voldemort, and he lost a lot of his power. So I became famous as 'The Boy Who Lived', and since that day I have had to fight against Voldemort 4 times...and Merlin knows how many more once I get back."

It was Sunday, and they didn't have classes. Over the period of the day, Harry found himself spilling almost everything about his life to Lily, carefully leaving out the parts about Peter's betrayal. He even managed to tell her about Sirius and his death, somehow avoiding the fact that it was because of Peter that Sirius had been sent to Azkaban in the first place. He told her about Ron and Hermione, and all the other people that meant so much to him. He even told her about Snape, at which Lily exclaimed- "To think I've actually shouted at Potter all these years when he's pranked Snape!" Last of all, he told her about the prophecy, something that he hadn't even managed to tell Ron and Hermione.

"And that, Lily, is my whole life, leaving out parts I don't really want you to know about," he announced, and Lily just stared back at him, looking quite exhilarated. Who would've thought? Harry Patter- her future son.