disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling, and I can assure you that I am not her. The song Tomorrow is a closed gate (Dead for so long) belongs to For my pain..., and I am not anyone of them. Thank you.

warnings: I will use the words drugs and cocaine in this chapter.

A/N: Good evening. The sun is setting and the wind is blowing. And the chapter number 2 is here for you again. Read and Review.

A broken voice from the broken dreams
My heart is drowning in loveblood
I can't forget your leaving shape
Everyday is like a long walk in the cold rain
I'm bleeding and loosing my grip
Tomorrow is a closed gate

"Harry?" A faint voice asked in the sixth-year boys' dorm. When no answer was received, a door was closed and steps were heard in the stairs.

Harry Potter lay down on his bed, curtains closed. He didn't want to see anyone. He maybe seemed like he was calm, but really he was furious. How could Dumbledore treat him like this? Malfoy got what he deserved and Harry gets in trouble? Okay, maybe he could've picked a better time and place. But that's not the point.

Harry smirked. So he's on probation now. What's the big deal? That only meant that he would get out of this rotten castle little sooner.

He had changed a little during the summer. Three months ago he would've never attacked Malfoy like that, or be so calm about the fact that he was going to get expelled. But he had something better now. Something a lot better than magic. He had his beautiful white powder. His precious cocaine.

Yes, Harry had started doing drugs after Sirius's disappearing. They helped him handle it all. They helped him become numb. It was a lot easier to deal with your godfather's death when you were high on drugs.

He also had started to play guitar. He was actually pretty good at it. He had thought about starting a band someday. He already had some songs done.

Harry didn't quite look the same anymore. He had had his ears pierced, two times the left one and the right one three times, and his right eyebrow, tongue and right nipple were pierced too. He also had a tattoo now. It was a small chain going around his left wrist.

His wardrobe was totally different now. No more Dudley's old, ugly clothes. He wore a lot of black, blue and green. But he's favorite accessory was his blood-red tie. He absolutely adored it. He wore gauntlets. He had one as a belt, one for his right wrist and one for his neck. And he no longer had his glasses, he used contacts now.

What did the people say then? Well, Ron and Hermione had hardly recognized him when he arrived to Grimmauld Place 12 two weeks before the school started. Mrs. Weasley had almost passed out. Fred and George thought it was "totally awesome". Remus had just raised an eyebrow without commenting. Mad-Eye Moody had said something like "what the hell were you thinking?". Malfoy had reacted a lot like Ron and Hermione. Couldn't believe his eyes.

Harry didn't really care what they thought. As long as they didn't demand him to change back the way he was or found his cocaine-stash, he was happy. Or as happy as he could be in that situation.

Harry sat up, pushed the curtains away and took his guitar. He played a few simple chords, music always helped him to relax.

I have been dead for so long
And no one's gonna shed a tear
I have been dead for so long
And no one seems to care

The door was opened and Ron came in. "Harry? McGonagall's here to see you."

"What does she want?" Harry asked, not looking up, and started to play the melody of Twinkle, twinkle little star.

"Dunno. When I asked she just told me to mind my own business and get you down there or she'd turn me into a mouse."

A picture of Ron as a mouse made Harry smile for a second. Then he put the guitar away and went down to the common room. McGonagall stood there waiting for him. "Head master wishes too see you now, Mr. Potter."

"Is Malfoy off the hospital wing already?"

"Yes, he is. Follow me, Mr. Potter."

And once again Harry followed McGonagall to Dumbledore's office. Malfoy was already there. Harry smirked as he saw the blonde's black eye.

"Mr. Potter. We've been waiting for you. Please, sit down."

Harry sat and waited.

"I have come up with a solution to our problems." Dumbledore started. "Or should I say your problems. This hostility between you two must stop. And I know just the way to stop it." All he got was a cool raising of eyebrow from the blonde teen. "You two will live in a muggle town until Christmas. Together. Just the two of you."

"What!" Both boys screamed and jumped up.

"Are you insane!"

"You want us both dead!"

"You might as well feed us to a manticore!"

"I'm not doing it!" The boys announced in unison and sat down.

Sometimes I really hate people close to me
They want to see my reaction
That I don't want to give
Sometimes I really want to be just dead
Without any kind of torturing stress

Dumbledore couldn't help the small smile on his lips. "Gentlemen, I'm afraid you don't have a choice." He turned to Harry. "You, Mr. Potter, are on probation and that means that if you don't follow the terms, you will get expelled."

"You already told me my terms and living four months with him isn't one of them!"

"That is true. But it is also true that if you don't agree to this, Gryffindor will lose fifty points because of it. And that is one of the terms." Harry swallowed his anger as Dumbledore turned to Malfoy. "And you, Mr. Malfoy, need to learn how to control your mouth. And you also need to learn to act civilized to the non-slytherin population of our school. Four months with muggles and without any magic should do the trick, don't you think?" Malfoy blinked. "Yes, I happen to know what you've been doing these past few years."

"This is black-mailing! I will not agree to this. My father will hear about this."

"In that case the ministry of magic will hear about the lost camera of Colin Creevey, Kashmir Brown's magical cd-player which decided to take a nice evening walk and never return and Nelle Davis's disappeared wand."

"You have no proofs." Malfoy told firmly.

"All I need to do is to check your dormitory." Dumbledore replied and stood up. "So, you will leave tomorrow morning. Back your belongings, say goodbye to your friends and be in the Entrance Hall at 9 o'clock." Then he sent them away. As soon as the teens got into the hallway, they started fighting.

I have been dead for so long
And no one's gonna shed a tear
I have been dead for so long
And no one seems to care

"This is all your fault." Harry muttered.

"My fault! You attacked me!"

"If you had kept your big mouth shut-"

"If you weren't such an ass-"

"If you had grown up during the summer-"

Nearly-Headless Nick came trough a wall, went trough the boys and disappeared into another wall. Teens started walking in silence.

"So you stole Colin's camera, huh?"

Malfoy snorted. "The world is a better place when he doesn't have it."

"And Brown's cd-player?"

"His dad sells those things for living."

"And Davis's wand?"

"She turned my hair green."

"Green?" Harry repeated, rather cheerily. "And I missed that."

Malfoy gave him a glare. "I would watch my mouth if I were you. You really don't afford to fuck with me right now."

"Sorry Malfoy, I don't do ferrets." Then Harry turned towards Gryffindor tower, leaving Malfoy standing in the Entrance Hall, open mouthed.

I wrote it in the dead air, I wrote it in the shape of despair
I see the silence in the stranger's smiles
They don't care
Memories in the screams of the gate, my past slowly fades
Questions are stones on my way
I'm still walking anyway

A/N: Oh goodie. Still not a mind reader.

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