A/N I own nothing, Kindly beta-ed by Sezza Ridka so if theres any problems… blame her.. jk! Jk!
Harry
was awoken the next morning by Mrs. Weasley screeching up the stairs
for them all to get up. He was so warm and sleepy he almost ignored
her calls and rolled over to go back to sleep, but knew then that
Mrs. Weasley would come marching into the room with that wand of hers
and shower him with freezing cold water like she had a few times
previously.
Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed but remained lying
down, he heard Mrs. Weasley beginning to climb the stairs so he
pushed himself up into a sitting position and reached over to put a
shirt on.
"Harry! Harry come on you'll be late… HARRY!" Mrs.
Weasley yelled as she approached Ron's room.
"I'm up! I'm up!" Harry yelled back, launching himself off
the bed and making his way to the staircase, scratching his stomach
sleepily. He slumped to the bathroom and stared at his reflection in
the mirror, running his hand through his black mop and sighing. After
Harry drenched his face in cold water and dried it with one of the 47
towels littering the Weasley's bathroom, Harry felt the feeling of
joy and wellbeing return to him, drowning the tiredness.
Hopping down stairs he flopped himself onto one of the dinning room
chairs, resting one arm on the table and beginning an animated
conversation with Mr. Weasley about the joys and woe's of portable
CD players.
"That's one thing I'm going to miss at Hogwarts, all my music
and stuff." Harry said sighing. He had organized for Mrs. Weasley
to take care of his CD collection while he was away; he knew it was
much safer with her then if he had left it at the Dursley's.
"Harry, I know that you haven't quite finished breakfast yet but
I was wondering if I could possibly show you something I've been
working on before you leave for the train station." Mr. Weasley
lent forward and whispered in Harry's ear. Harry stared at him,
filled with curiosity before nodding and letting himself being led
out the Weasley's garage.
"I somewhat have the ministries permission to do this. The
wizarding wireless is incredibly popular but not very practical for
teens to take around with them. So they have allowed me to take an
ordinary disc man but make it so that wizards can carry hundreds or
even thousands of songs around with them without having to use CD's.
You just take the data from the CD's and load it into the disc man
and your set. Its taken months to research how we can do it and to
also edit the muggle invention so its able to work in area's that
are filled with magic which would usually render anything electric
and muggle useless," Mr. Weasley beamed proudly, presenting the
quite ordinary looking Discman.
"Oh, so basically you've turned the ordinary Discman into a
wizard MP3 player," Harry beamed, picking up the Discman for closer
inspection.
" An MP what?" Mr Weasley inquired, wrinkling his nose in
confusion
Old people are so cute when they're confused, Harry thought,
smiling fondly.
" Never mind Mr. Weasley, its really impressive. When will you
start manufacturing them on a large scale," Harry asked, placing
the Discman back on the table.
" Well.. we've already produced 25 of them. I got to keep 5, I'm
giving one to Ron for his birthday and, well, this one's yours, a
late birthday present, don't flash it around to Ron yet though ok?
I want it to be a surprise," Mr Weasley beamed as Harry expressed
his gratitude and picked up the Discman again.
After Mr. Weasley showed Harry how it all worked Harry Hurried
upstairs to load all his CD's into it, he had packed his trunk the
night before and it sat at the edge of his bed in Ron's room,
looking incredibly heavy. Inside underneath all his clothes, spell
books and potion ingredients, wrapped in one of his un used and un
necessary shirts was the bag of green powder.
After he loaded all his music onto the Weasley improved contraption
he opened his trunk and placed it on top, locking it again and
hoisting it off the bed onto the floor so he could drag it downstairs
and prepare to leave for Hogwarts.
It
was raining outside. The drops of water splattered heavily onto the
car windscreen as they sped to kings cross in 2 ministry cars. Harry
grinned helplessly out the window. He still felt bubbly, light,
loose. He felt like he could take on the world and win easily. Even
Hermione and Ron noticed the change in Harry's mood and made the
most of it, chatting to him more then they had since before Sirius
died.
When they arrived at the station the drivers unloaded there trunks
onto trolleys and pushed them to the wall between platform 9 and 10,
leaving Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione free to say their goodbye's
to Mrs. Weasley.
After receiving a hug and a "be good!" each they walked quickly
as they could through the barrier without arousing too much
suspicion, materializing on the other side,
Before them was the Hogwarts express, billowing steam making it hard
to see all the faces staring out. That platform was packed to
capacity with people of all ages, all farewelling each other. Harry
loved this time before they all left for Hogwarts. All the families
hugging and kissing each other goodbye, forgetting about past
arguments and problems and for 5 minutes just loving each other like
a family should. It was at this time each year that Harry missed his
parents, or really the concept of his parents, the most and now he
didn't even have Sirius to see him off.
Ron and Hermione had to go to the front of the train for their
prefect meeting and Ginny joined a carriage with some of her friends
leaving Harry by himself. He searched the carriages one by one until
he found an empty one near the back of the train. He entered the
carriage, dragging his trunk in behind him before flopping onto one
of the chairs and pulling out the improved disc man.
Harry's taste in music varied, he didn't like limiting himself to
one genre and found people who did irritating. Like metal heads that
hated rap just because socially they were meant to. He couldn't see
why people put other people and subsequently themselves into boxes,
labelling them and trapping them in a preconceived stereotype.
Harry
fished his sunglasses out of his coat pocket and slipped them on,
creating artificial darkness in the already dim carriage. Harry
pressed the "random" button on the disc man and slid further into
the chair before closing his eyes and drifting away into the music.
The
Witch who pushes the lunch trolley had already come and gone so it
must have been mid afternoon when Harry first felt it. It started as
a tingling in his fingers and spread up his arms and into his chest,
quickening his heart rate alarmingly and making Harry feel incredibly
out of breath. He began gasping, feeling as though he was slowly
being suffocated. His stomach began cramping, cramps so bad it felt
as though he was being stabbed in the stomach repeatedly. Harry slid
off the chair and onto the floor, curling into the foetal position,
willing the pain to end. He tried to cry out, for someone, any one to
do anything, but was only able to gasp.
He writhed on the floor, clutching his stomach, feeling as though
something was trying to claw it's way out. He began hallucinating.
Well not so much hallucinating, more like reminiscing as his mind,
clouded by pain and discomfort, mutated his memory morphing pleasant
memories into horrible nightmares. Filling him with terror, unable to
stop them from forming in his mind.
The
minutes ticked away, dragging their feet until finally the hour was
up, the pain faded as quickly as it came leaving Harry shaking and
sweating. Finally Harry managed to drag himself back onto the chair,
slowing his breathing.
The twins had warned him about the come down but he never thought it
would be so bad. He had never experienced such agony and fear with
any other drug and though the high was the most incredible he had
ever had he wasn't sure wether it was worth it.
The rest of the trip past relatively quickly, Harry listened to his
music, trying to relax his now aching muscles until the warning came
to remind them they were 5 minutes away from Hogwarts. Harry quickly
changed into his wizarding robes, re-packed the disc man into his
truck and left the carriage to join his fellow students.
Outside the rain was beating down, saturating Harry the second he
stepped off the train and dripping off his hair in fat drops. He
weaved and ducked his way through the screeching crowd until he found
Ron and Hermione, hurrying with them into one of the Thestral drawn
carriages.
"Oh fuck, it took me ages to straighten my hair and now look at
it,' Hermione sulked, trying to run a hand through her now bushier
then ever locks. Harry grinned and pushed his sopping tangle out of
his eyes, sitting back in the chair and watching the rain trickle
down the windowpanes.
The trip was short and quicker then he may of liked Harry was back
out in the rain, running as fast as he could into the entrance hall,
Hermione and Ron following close behind. Once they where in the
entrance hall Harry, Ron and Hermione squelched their way towards the
great hall when a sneering voice behind them stopped them in there
tracks.
"First shower you've had all holidays I bet, eh Weasley," They
all turned to see draco strolling in, closing the black umbrella and
shaking it, showering near by 3rd years.
"Shut up Malfoy, you filthy, slimy poofter," Harry said, turning
back around and continuing towards the great hall. He had only moved
a few paces when he felt the sting of the umbrella smacking him
across the head before it cluttered to the floor.
"Watch what you say potter, watch what you fucking say," Malfoy
yelled back, his face screwed up in fury. Harry had never seen Malfoy
as angry as he was right now and realized he had taken one step to
far.
Draco diminished the space between them in a few quick strides and
before Harry could do anything to stop him had swung his fist into
Harry's gut. Harry stumbled backwards, winded, before straightening
himself up and launching himself at Draco, punching and kicking
whatever body part he could get at. Harry heard the distinct crunch
as Draco landed a fist on his nose, breaking it. A steady stream of
blood flowing out and soaking into his wizarding robes. Harry
felt people trying to separate the two of them but he just shook them
off and continued his attack until he heard a familiar cry.
He stopped hitting Malfoy and turned around, Hermione was on the
floor clutching her face, sobbing and moaning in pain. Ron dropped to
his knees next to her and pulled her hands away, revealing an already
swelling left eye.
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