This chapter was mostly written during a pepsi-driven all nighter so I don't know how good it'll be. I know this chapter is somewhat short but the nextone will be longer. Also, reviews would be nice .

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Silver Daggers:

Chapter 2

When Harry regained consciousness from last nights' beating, he found himself staring up at the ceiling of his small attic room. He slowly sat up, feeling his face and head throb in pain. Gingerly, he felt his face to asses the damage that had been inflicted. His upper lip had been split in two different places,his bottom lip in one, he had a rather large bruise on his left cheek, his right eye was bruised and swollen, and there was a good sized lump on the back of his head when he was pinned to the floor by Dudley. He also checked the insides of his elbows to see the skin mottled with a variety of bruises. Harry was lucky that the bones in his elbows weren't crushed when his cousin had kneeled on them to pin him to the floor.

Making his way carefully to his trunk , Harry rumaged through it until he came up with a two vials. One contained a pain potion that would decrease his pain for the time being and lessen the bruising. The second vial was only half full and contained a sleeping draught. Luckily, he had thought far enough ahead last year to sneak into Hogsmeade at night and buy enough poitions to last him the summer.He sat down an the edge of his bed downing the pain potion quickly and making sure to only drink enough sleeping draught to put him to sleep for a few hours. As he layed on his bed waiting for the potions to take effect, Harrys' mind wandered to the night before.

Before Dudley had him pinned to the ground, Harry could of sworn that he heard a horrified gasp come from across the room. 'Ha, maybe I've finally gone loony after all' he thought as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Draco Malfoy had been siting at his desk for over an hour. A pile of crumpled up parchment next to him was the only sign of his internal struggle. One one side, he believed he should be comitted to St. Mungo's for even entertaining the idea of writing to Potter to see if he was okay. They had been enemies since that first day at Hogwarts when he had turned down Draco's friendship for the Weasels' friendship. It wasn't that Draco didn't like Potter, he was just jealous because the Weasel and Granger had his friendship instead of himself. He wasn't blind, he saw how well Potter treated his friends, even if they were low class wizards and a mudblood.

The other side was this perpetual nagging voice asking him 'What if?'. What if Potter was being abused by that muggle? Why didn't he fight back? Hell, why didn't he just threaten him with his wand. Surley that neanderthal Dudley knew what Harry could do to him even if it was just a bluff. He knew from experience that Potter never gave into anything so easily, he fought every step of the way. So what was different now? Draco had heard from Professor Snape that Potters' godfather had died during the raid on the Department of Mysteries. Surely his death couldn't have affected him so much as to just give up.

Draco rested his head on his desk and sighed. It was going to be a long day.

A few hours later, around three in the afternoon, Harry woke up and started getting ready to go out. He changed out of his black longsleeve shirt into a red one and threw on a black t-shirt that said 'I don't bite...hard' over it. He then threw on a fresh pair of black jeans and laced up his Doc Martens. Before leaving his attic room he brushed his now shoulder-length hair, making sure it hid his scar, but showed off his two eyebrow piercings and said a quick glamour spell which hid all of his bruises and scars in plain sight but changed nothing else about his appearence.

Sneaking out of the Dursleys' house had always been easy since they lived by a strict schedule. He always left at 11 am when everyone had left and was always sure to return by 4:30 pm ,when Aunt Petunia arrived home to make sure Harry had started dinner. He had spent his first few days back to do some serious shopping in muggle London,now that he could apparate. He had mostly bought dark colored shirts, some silver chains, a pair of Doc Martens, 5 pairs of black jeans and two pairs of well-fitting black cargo pants. About two weeks ago he had gotten his left eyebrow pierced twice and a tattoo on his shoulder of a silver snake with green eyes wrapped around a stone heart. But now that his Aunt and Uncle had left on their 'vacation' Harry was out from 3:30 pm until about midnight by which time he knew Dudley was on his way home from his nights of drunken mischift.

Usually, Harry spent his free hours wandering the streets of muggle London window shopping and pondering different questions about fate, life, death, and love. But today was different. When he had first gotten his tattoo and eyebrow piercing, he had met a young witch named Leah who was his age. She had recognized Harry but had not gushed over him and asked him a thousand questions about his scar, which he was thankful for and they became fast friends, spending much of the rest of the day together.Apparantly she had just moved to London from Italy and was holding a party at her house to get to know people before school started, which was today.

He apparated a couple of blocks from Leah's house deciding to take his time getting there. Though Harry was in one of his rare good moods he was nervous about going. He hoped Leah had invited more muggles than wizards and witches because he had a feeling that being berated by dozens of questions about his life would ruin his good mood.