KAY chappie five, love it or lose it.
Sorry how long it took! I really am! I hope you still love me!
I don't own Harry potter…
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Harry was having the time of his life.
It had only been a couple weeks since he had gotten to his new school and was miserable the first couple days, but after getting to know Darren a little better and learning to ignore Jeremy, everything was fine.
On this particular day he was happy as could be. Why? Well very simple really.
Jeremy was caught with weed by his grandparents and punished severely, no car, no allowance for a month. Then later that morning he was caught skipping class with a bunch of his friends and was suspended for the week. Harry got 90 on a math test, which is pretty good for him. And he hadn't been having any bad dreams lately.
At the moment he was in his last class of the day, Visual Arts.
Harry had found out that Darren had a passion for art and wanted to pursue a career in that field. Harry wasn't bad but didn't think he could be good enough to become 'the struggling artist' as he thought of them.
Today they had to paint, choice painting.
Harry decided to himself that he didn't like painting, way too difficult.
"Hey Darren could I take a peek at your painting, maybe I could get some tips off your work.?" He said with a hopeful smile.
Darren gave him a strange look before smirking.
"Tut, tut Harry, you will just have to wait."
For some reason he didn't like people looking at his work. He letscertain people see some of his art and a couple of them are hanging around the school, but most he keeps to himself.
"Awe c'mon… please?" Harry gave the green haired boy his new found puppy dog eyes, which he found quite effective most of the time on the poor boy.
Darren looked as if he was struggling not to go "AWWEE!" which he did half the time.
For some reason this time he had resisted it better.
"Harry please… wait." He said quietly.
Harry went silent; he had never heard Darren so quiet.
"I… I'm sorry."
He looked down at his ownpainting, wondering what was up.
In Harry's opinion the painting sucked, he tried to paint a hippogriff, (he told everyone he saw it in some imaginary book somewhere and found it extremely interesting) and the poor hippogriff looked more like an insect with a beak.
Harry laughed to himself about what Hagrid would have had to say about it.
Darren smiled at him "That's really good you know." He said nodding at Harry's painting.
Harry laughed and kept on painting.
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"So what are you doing tonight?" asked Darren.
"Nothing at all… you?" Harry replied. "Why?"
"Maybe we could do something, go for a walk around, talk, go to a movie, doesn't matter to me." Darren said with a smile.
Harry was a little surprised, Darren had never asked him to do anything out of school yet, and he always thought Darren was busy so he didn't bother asking.
"Sure! Right after school?" Harry said excitedly. He was so exuberant he smeared his 'hippogriff'; it made it look better actually.
Darren laughed at him, nodded and they went back to work.
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Harry was staring at Darren, he wondered why this boy rebelled so much,Harry liked it. He wondered about his family, about his other friends, his other hobbies.
Darren was so involved in his work that he didn't notice the stare he was getting, his blue eyes focused firmly on his artwork and his pink tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. Harry wished he had something that took all of his attention, so he wouldn't have to think. He had been keeping himself busy at home lately, exhausting himself out so he could sleep at night.
"Wanna come over for supper?" He asked the green haired boy out of the blue, smiling at him.
"I would love to!" Was the grinning answer.
Harry poked him in the side, smiling.
"Oh no you didn't!" squawked Darren, attempting to tackle Harry. He missed and ended up on his face on the floor, Harry running for dear life in the other direction, laughing his ass off.
One of Harry's new favorite pastimes, poke fights. It was pointless and immature, and Harry reveled in the immaturity. In his life he was forced to mature very quickly and early, never really having a childhood.
Darren finally caught up to him, tackling him into a corner, the corner with the paints in it. The entire class was laughing at them, even the teacher.
"Prepare to be obliterated!" the green haired kid yelled, and laughing happily, began to tickle the poor boy who lived mercilessly.
By the time the bell rang, they were both huffing and puffing, with red faces and big smiles, covered in different colors of acrylic paint.
"This stuff isn't going to come out is it." Stated Harry.
Darren smiled. "Nope."
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They were walking down the street to the mall by the school, just talking.
Harry loved that he could talk so easily with this strange boy, Ron was difficult to talk to about a lot of things and Hermione… well Ron would get jealous if Harry talked to Hermione too much so he didn't bother. He realized he had been so bottled up; talking to Darren helped a little.
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Severus Snape pulled up beside them in a cruddy looking old blue car.
Harry stopped and gave him a startled look.
"Get that stupid look off your face Potter, an emergency has arisen, get in the car and lets go!"
Harry was bewildered.
'Emergency? What sort of emergency?' he thought, panicking.
"Harry, go!" Said Darren from behind him. "I'll call you later okay?" He gave Harry a smile and nudged him towards the car.
Harry got in the passenger side and Severus floored it, peeling from the curb and down the street. He looked back and saw his new friend walking slowly in the opposite direction, then they turned the corner.
"W…Where are we going? What happened?" He asked the older man in a high voice.
Snape glared at him as he swerved around a sharp corner, sending Harry into the door.
"I'm not the one who should tell you, Dumbledor's waiting at the hideout, he will tell you."
Harry curled up into a ball and whispered. "Oh god no… what next."
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They pulled up to a small little shack, that literally was a shack… no disillusionment charms or nothing.
"Whats with the run down house?" Harry asked curiously as they walked in through the door that was falling off its hinges.
"The hideout is in the basement, hurry up lets go!"
Harry didn't trust the stairs they were walking down, they creaked and he could feel them sinking in with his weight.
They got to the bottom and it was just a dirt floor with a manhole in the middle, Snape began to push the slimy looking manhole out of the way.
"What are you doing? Its not in the sewer is it!" Harry really hoped it wasn't
His former professor just gave him a look that said… wow… your retarded. And jumped down the manhole.
Harry inched warily to the smelly sewer drain, and then suddenly slipped, fell on his ass and fell into it, smashing his head a few times on the way down.
After a few seconds of falling he felt magic in the air and his fall slowed almost to a stop and he felt himself land on soft carpet. He opened his eyes, not remembering when he closed them, and saw a huge roomful of people, almost all in a panic. Snape was a few steps over talking to a tall, skinny old man with a long white beard.
"Professor Dumbledor!" Harry yelled as he scrambled over. "Snape said it was an emergency! What happened?" He was in a panic.
"That is professor Snape to you, you little worm." Growled his escort, who seemed really tense and had this unrecognizable look in his eye.
"Actually Severus you are no longer his teacher and he, no longer your student." Stated the cheery old man.
"But still Albus, he should show at least a little respect for his superiors." Snape spat with a glare.
And while the 'adults' were arguing all the worst possible scenarios were going through Harry's head. Was the ministry in flames? Were all the death eaters wreaking havoc on the muggles? Did Voldemort find some of the students? …were Ron and Hermione okay?
Harry shakingly said over the commotion, "P-professor Dumbled-dor? Are Ron and Hermione all right? Did something happen to them?" his eyes started to tear up.
Dumbledor gave him a pitying look, and shook his head. "No Harry Ron and Hermione are fine… but-"
Harry cut him off. "But what! Are they being threatened? Taken hostage!"
"Harry calm down let Dumbledor finish." Snape said to Harry firmly but softly, while putting a supporting hand on the smaller boys shoulder, looking him in the face.
He took a few shaky breaths, calming himself down.
"Harry… Hagrid is dead. He was in hiding and we found him there… it was the Avada Kedavra curse." Dumbledor said, just loud enough so Harry and Snape could hear him.
Harry's vision went blank, light and sound weren't registering in his brain. His very first friend… was dead?
A tear ran down his face and the shoulder Snape was holding onto was shook a little. He heard from a distance, his voice being called.
Then it all came crashing back to reality and he felt like he had been run over by a bus, and a few more tears squeezed out.
"Harry I'm sorry but we have to leave you here for a couple hours and talk to the press, work with the ministry and figure out exactly what happened and how he was found." Dumbledor said in a soothing voice, leading him to an ugly yellow chair and sitting him down.
Harry curled up into a ball, holding back a sob, remembering sweet thoughts of his friend Hagrid.
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Hermione screamed as they were running away from the werewolf, Harry was in a cold sweat, and pulled Hermione off into a bathroom as the wolf man rushed by.
"Oh my god Harry! What are we going to do? I wonder if Ron's okay!
She was in hysterics!
"Hermione! Calm down okay? Ron is smart, he most likely found a safe place to be, don't worry, everything will be fine." He muttered to Hermione pulling her into the bathroom farther… he didn't believe what he said though.
He pushed open a stall, holding Hermione close to him and they were met with a gruesome sight.
Hermione started to scream but Harry slapped his hand over her mouth, holding back a gag.
Pansy Parkinson was slumped on the closed toilet seat, deep cuts all over and her left arm was ripped off. Her left leg was twisted horribly and she was drenched in blood. Her eyes were glazed and she was facing down, blood dripping slowly out of her mouth.
But she was still breathing… faintly.
"Oh Merlin…" Harry whispered.
Hermione stifled a sob.
The living corpse twitched, and Pansy's head turned up.
Harry thought she was looking at them, begging them to help her with her eyes.
She reached out a shaky hand and tried to stand on her one good leg, which couldn't support her and she fell, cracking her head on the tile. This time she was truly dead.
Hermione was crying quietly into his shoulder, and he felt like crying too.
"We need to get out of the school." He told her.
With that they peeked out the door, when the coast was clear, they ran.
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"Harry… Harry wake up, its time to go home."
He opened his eyes and saw he was sitting in the ugly yellow chair in a room that was no longer chaos; actually there was no one there, except him and Snape.
He was groggy and his eyes were puffy, Snape helped him up.
"I'm going to take you back home to Mrs. Robins, she will let you stay home from school tomorrow if you want, to grieve. I have told her that a friend of yours has died in a terrible car accident and that you do not want to talk about it."
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Snape walked him to the door and all Harry could think about was sleeping.
"Oh Harry dear I'm so sorry!" wailed poor old Mrs. Robins, taking him into her arms, which actually did make him feel a little better.
Snape said from behind, "I'll be going now, and Harry?"
Harry turned to look at him.
Snape smiled and said. "Don't think too much." And then turned and closed the door behind him.
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SoOoOoOoOoOo… what do yah think? Don't worry slash lovers it will come soon enough BUT I need your opinions… should it be between
a) Harry and Draco
b) Harry and Darren
c) Harry, Draco and Darren
I seriously cannot decide! But anyways hope you like it, sorry for the delay by the way.
OH and I got a new puppy! Well not technically a puppy… he's seven but he's still cute… even if he smells… :P