Dear Fred and george,

What the fuck did you send me? Do you know how badly those drugs have messed me up? I can't barely stand not taking them for a 24 hour period and when I do take them I start hallucinating something chronic. There better be an incredible reason why you guys would send me off with this shit, if its ment to be some sort of joke it is so far from amusing.. If you guys don't tell me how I can get off this shit I will hunt you down and slit your stupid little throats.

Lovingly yours,

Harry.

Harry clumsily folded the letter and stumbled up to the owlary. It had been almost a month since he had first taken some of the batch the weasleys had given him. He was coming off his last dose and, as always, felt horrible. The come down started just like it always did. At 3 am, exactly an hour after he had last taken the powder. By the time harry got back to the room of requirment he had begun to sweat profusely. He was trembling from head to toe and felt cold and clammy. Then the itching started. First at his fingertips and then up his arms and across his chest. It was the same every night and he scratched so much it looked as though he had been attacked by a werewolf .

If he didn't take another dose of the drug soon after the comedown started he began to feel nuacious. At one poin the had gotten so sick of taking the drug that he tried to give up cold turkey and he threw up so much he couldn't force any of the powder down his throat… which is when he started injecting.

Harry scooped the bag of powder off the top of his trunk and panicked slightly. He was beginning to run low and only had probably 2 weeks worth left.

Taking a chared metal spoon from the bedside table harry fished a lighter out of the pocket of his robes. Scooping a spoonful of powder out of the bag harry added a small amount of water from the glass on the bedside table and then began to heat the liquid using the lighter, he then fumbled with the handle on his bedside drawer before pulling it open and pulling out a

syringe, buried under several pairs of socks, carefully trying not to spill any of the liquid.

He knew there was no point in trying to hide his addiction in his room, no one ever came

in so no one ever saw it, he supposed it was just his own guilt and shame, like he was trying to

hide it from himself. Harry sucked the liquid into the syringe and placed it on the table. He undid his belt and secured it tightly around the top of his arm. His viens became visible through his pale skin, like a maze spreading over his arm. Harry carefully picked up the syringe and carefully removed all the hair before sinking it into one of his veins and releasing the liquid steadily. Thedrug always took a little while to soak into the blood stream so harry lied down under the covers and waited for the pain to go away.

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table staring off into space. This had been the first breakfast he had bothered to go to in over a month and the only reason he had attended was because Draco had told him it would be worth his while. He caught Malfoy's eye, and he saw an evil smirk flash across his face, followed by that familiar evil glint in the eye. Harry shoot a confused glance back at Malfoy, who answered back with what could only be assumed as a typical Malfoy laugh. The rustling of wings drew Harry's attention upwards. The post had arrived; he glanced over at Malfoy, who hadn't taken his eyes off Harry.

"Just what are you up to, Mr. Malfoy," Harry thought to himself, turning his attention back to the owls descending on Gryffindor table he saw a scraggly looking owl make his way directly to Ron. Harry grinned, not knowing why. He saw the owl extend his leg to Ron, who obediently took the letter away. He fed the owl some toast before sending it on its way. Harry saw Hermione and Ron conversing, before turning back to Malfoy, who was shaking with suppressed laughter. He turned back to Malfoy quickly, to see that he was fighting a losing battle. He whirled back to Ron, who had covered his mouth and looking as if he was about to cry. The letter was shoved to Hermione, who seemed to be doing a double take. He decided it was time to find out what was going on. He stood and made his way over to Hermione who looked as though she was also fighting back tears, her hand was to her mouth as she read and re read the letter

"What's up?"

They both looked at Harry, forgetting their "disagreement" for the moment.

"Oh Harry, its awful!" Hermione said about to cry.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"You-know-who... he, he... oh god, Harry!" Hermione sobbed

"He killed mum, Harry" Ron said quietly

"What? Who has? What are you on about?" Harry asked, genuinely surprised.

Ron handed over the note, which had the official ministry of magic letterhead.

Dear Mr. Ronald Weasley,

It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that your mother has been killed while defending the wizarding community against you-know-who. She fought gallantly, killing many death eaters before falling herself. We hope that you take the Ministry Of Magic official condolences and will do anything possible to help the pain that you and your family will be suffering.

Sincerely yours,

Cornelius Fudge

Minster of Magic

Harry glanced up at Malfoy, who was outright laughing. Harry felt a sudden urge of anger for Malfoy, and made a note to confront the boy about it later, wand and fists included.

"Ron, I'm so sorry. If I had of know..."

"But you didn't, and now she's dead!" Ron shouted. "What kind of boy-who-lived are you if you cant even save my mother! You're the one who is supposed to have a 'connection' with the bastard!"

He now had the attention of the great hall

"Ron!" Hermione cried!

"Mione! He could've saved her! I KNOW THAT! He's not the person we know anymore! MY MOTHER'S DEAD! I HATE HIM!" and with that, he stormed out the hall

Harry felt as though he had been slapped. How dare Ron. Who the fuck did he think he was. Harry was so sick of saving people. Whenever anything went right everyone was his friend but the second anything ever went wrong in the wizarding community everyone turned their blame on Harry Potter. Well he was fucking sick of it. Ignoring Hermione's pleas for him to ignore what Ron had said, he left the great hall to and thundered out into the grounds and down to the lake.

Back in the hall, Malfoy saw a sobbing Hermione run out the hall. His laughter died down and settled for a simple smirk. After saying he was going for a walk, and maybe to insult Potter, he sauntered out, intending to find Harry and gloat together. He made his way down to the lake, knowing that's were Harry was. That seemed to be were Harry always was when he wasn't tripping under his bed. He was surprised, when he arrived, to find Harry with red eyes and tear stained cheeks.

Confused, Malfoy sat beside Harry

"Why are you crying, Potter?" he asked

"Why do you THINK I'm crying!" he demanded

"I haven't the faintest idea, Potter." Malfoy said

" I wanted you to get back at Ron, not kill his mother, what kind of sick twisted bastard are you," Harry spat, turning to Draco, looking as though he was ready to pounce at any moment

Malfoy looked confused for a moment, before laughing again.

"Oh god... you th... thought I actually KILLED her!" he stammered through peels of laughter.

"You didn't, did you!" Harry demanded, wand pointed straight at Malfoy's face

"Dear god, no!" he laughed. "I'm a Malfoy, not a murderer!"

He calmed down when he saw Harry's confusion

"You actually thought I killed her?" he asked, incredulous

"Yes, the letter was so real, I mean, how could I not?" Harry asked

" I would never take another persons life... Ron will find out eventually it was all bullshit."

"You sick fuck, I think I love you, in a ... none gay I hate your guts sort of way" Harry's tear stained face split into an ear-to-ear grin.

"Oh, thanks Pothead," Draco smiled back, shaking his head. Poor Potter, so gullible.

"So, how long until he find out?" Harry asked once he controlled himself.

"Oh, soon enough. When the letter comes flying back at him, laughing in his face, screaming that he was screwed over right and royally. Like a howler, but it doesn't burn once its finished. It replays it over and over again until the owner stops it, which I wont be for a LONG time, Potty." Draco said casually, betrayed by his evil tone "and only I can stop it. Dumbledork can't even stop it, silence it, or destroy it. Sometimes its good to have a father who is the Dark Lord's right hand man." Draco sniggered

Harry shifted uncomfortably. He knew only death eaters called Voldemort the Dark Lord. Perhaps Draco was so used to him being referred to that at home that he had adopted the term.

"So anyway... Potty? What's going on? Why're u silent?" Malfoy asked. "Laugh, insult something, I dunno!"

Harry shook himself

"Yeah, sorry, what's next on the list?"

" Give me a break Pothead, it took me a month to put this one together. By the way you look like shit, what's wrong?" Draco's eyes showed a glint of concern and Harry cringed. The last thing he wanted was a lecture.

" Jeez thanks Malfoy, you sure know how to make someone feel special," Harry stated sarcastically before pulling himself to his feet. "I'm so glad its Saturday. I can catch up on some of the work I missed."

" What subject?" Draco asked, getting to his feet with a loud groan.

" Potions, Snape is such a bitch."

"Just because you're such an invalid and can't understand anything to do with the subject doesn't make the professor the bitch. Its not the professor, its the student." Malfoy quoted with a roll of his eyes. "Everyone knows that."

Harry groaned and said, "Yeah yeah, doesn't help that Snape hates me for who my father is. I'm not my father, but HE cant get that." he paused. "Forget I said that to you."

Draco raised his eyebrow questioningly but dismissed it.

"If you want some help I'm up to date with all my school work. But if I do help you, you have to do it my way with no complaints or arguments," Draco brushed the bum of his robes, he really needed to start bringing a mat down with him.

Harry sighed and said, "Sure, I'll think bout it. I'm sure Snape's prized student can help a pathetic case as my own."

Malfoy smirked and said, "If I can go out with Pansy with no feelings for her that don't go past friendship, I'm sure I can help you, Potter."

Harry scowled, "That's two different situations. She's a friend, I'm a sworn rival." he pouted.

Draco ran a hand through his hair and grinned. "Not so much a friend, more an aquintance I will one day be forced to marry and produce offspring with."

" Ok, well, you can help me.. if you have to," Harry turned and made his way up to the castle, closely followed bye Draco.

A/N ok, I know it took a little longer to up date then usual but please forgive me? U can review and tell me how annoying it is :P:P:P

Thanks to my beta who not only made it readable but helped me write it!

Love you all