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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