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"Boy! Get down here! We're leaving now and if you don't get your arse down here immediately you'll be left behind!" Yelled a beefy purple faced man with no neck.

Upstairs Harry sighed, checking his 'room' one more time to see if he had missed anything when packing, not that he had much to pack since his stuff had all been unceremoniously shoved into the cupboard under the stairs upon his return from Hogwarts.

Picking up his bag in which he had stored his father's invisibility cloak, the photo album Hagrid had given him in first year, and the letters his friends had sent him over the summer. Harry headed down the stairs to the door where his uncle was waiting. The raven-haired boy picked up his trunk and dragged it out to the car, hauling it into the backseat and crawling in after it.

His uncle, who had stepped into the car while Harry was heaving his trunk in, started the car as soon as his nephew was inside it. Anyone could tell he was eager to have the boy out of the house, but no one would ever know how very eager Harry was to leaving his relatives house. The young man kept his emotions hidden very well behind a mask of impassiveness.

Harry was, in fact, very relieved to be leaving for school. When he was there no one called him a freak, or starved him for days on end for not getting all of his chores done. When Harry got to the station he would quickly get on the train and into a compartment placing a glamour charm on himself to hide his emaciated form from view. He didn't want anyone to worry about him. It wasn't as if it wasn't something that Harry hadn't been through before. Some people, though, just overreacted to that kind of thing.

He still remembered once last year, soon after arriving at school, he hadn't put his glamour charm on for the day and Ron had woken up and was going to get Harry for and early morning fly around the pitch when he had seen what Harry really looked like. He had totally freaked out and would have woken up the entire dorm if Harry hadn't put a silencing charm on him and dragging him into the bathroom. He had locked and warded the door before removing the charm from his friend.

Ron had then proceeded to interrogate Harry about how skinny and bruised he was.

Harry had explained about the Dursley's and made Ron promise not to tell anyone, because he didn't want anyone to worry about him. 'He was fine.'

Ron had flown off the handle at that, asking how he thought being starved over summer break was 'fine' and how long this had been going on.

Harry's mumbled reply of 'since I first came here' only served to fuel Ron's anger. He had stormed out of the room after removing the wards and stomped down to the bottom of the staircase yelling up the girl's staircase. Once there he had yelled for Hermione to 'get her arse down here now she needed to see something.'

She had of course come running and, confused, followed Ron up the boy's staircase and into the bathroom where Harry was sitting defiantly, looking just as he had the day before.

"What did you want to show me?" She asked Ron, confused as to why he was glaring at Harry.

"Take them off Harry!" Ron said in a dangerously low voice.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're on about Ron," Hermione said even more confused now since all Harry had done in response to Ron's demand was look haughtily away from him.

"Take off the glamour Harry," Ron repeated. "Or I'll do it for you."

Harry sighed, defeated, and muttered the counter charm, not showing any outward emotion as Hermione gasped her hand flying to her mouth, even though he was inwardly thinking of the most fun way to kill Ron.

"Oh Harry! What happened?" She asked concern evident in every syllable.

"I'll tell you what happened, Hermione," Ron said, more than a little angrily. "Harry's 'family' beat and starved him all summer! For days at a time they wouldn't let him eat anything to the point where he can't even eat normally now. He throws up after every fucking meal for god's sakes! And he didn't tell us this because he didn't want us to worry! Hell, I'm way past worrying, I'm about to the point where I feel like quickly popping over to the Dursley's and having a nice long chat with them about childcare before killing them, chopping them up into little pieces and feeding them to one of Hagrid's pets!"

Ron was panting after his little outburst and clenching and unclenching his hands, while Hermione looked slightly green. Harry just sat there looking at Ron. He sighed and, seeing Hermione was about to go into rant mode, he placed a silencing charm on his two best friends explaining that this was exactly what he hadn't wanted to happen.

After he had promised to owl them if anything like that happened this summer he had released them from the charm. Hermione had, of course, rushed over to him and hugged him, telling him repeatedly how sorry she was that she hadn't done anything. Harry had reassured her, telling her that it wasn't her fault and that he had lived through worse things.

From then on his friends had carefully watched his eating habits and Hermione had quickly healed all of Harry's bruises and cuts. Harry had, of course, not owled them that summer telling them of his starvation or his beatings. He had kept quiet about it, just like he always did.

So this year he was going to make sure to be up before anyone else so he could put on his glamour charms so as not to worry anyone, and he had to be very careful about his eating habits around his friends.

Before he worried about school though, he had to get onto the train and cast his first glamour of the year without anyone he knew seeing him. This proved to be a very easy feat as he was dropped off at 9 when the train left at 11.

After casting the glamour he sat in a compartment towards the middle of the train and took out his school books, planning on finishing up the few assignments he had left before the train became to crowded.

He only had a little bit of his Astronomy essay left when the station started filling up.

Harry saw his friends entering the platform and walked out of the carriage towards them.

Hermione, as per usual, squealed and engulfed him in a bone crushing hug while Ron clasped Harry on the back, both telling him how much they missed him and asking how he was.

He said he was fine and asked how their summer's went, ignoring their disbelieving stares.

Harry managed to herd them into the compartment he had gotten earlier and sat them down.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," Harry said, glad to escape their questioning stares, if only for a moment.

When Harry returned he found both Ron and Hermione looking confused. While this expression on Ron's face was normal, it certainly wasn't normal on Hermione. That fact alone sent off alarm bells in his head.

"What'd I miss?"

"Malfoy just stuck his head in here and instead of insulting us he just sniffed. He looked almost like he was going to cry when he left. It was weird."

Harry's pondering over Malfoy's strange behavior was cut short by a banging on the wall.

He just ignored it until the rhythmic pounding made him wonder what was happening in the next compartment. Getting up, he told his friends he was going to go investigate and headed to the door of the next compartment.

When he slid it open the most bizarre scene he had ever seen met his eyes.

Draco Malfoy was steadily pounding his head on the wall while his friends just looked on curiously.

Harry noticed that Malfoy look really hot this year. He had had a growth spurt and was now about 6 feet tall, with broad muscular shoulders. In fact, all of him was muscled, a fact that was easily noticed by the tight T-shirt and jeans that were like a second skin, but he wasn't overly muscled, just nicely toned. He had stopped gelling his shoulder length hair back and it was now falling into his face quite nicely if Harry did say so himself.

Just then he noticed the rest of the people in the compartment staring at him expectantly.

"Uh… Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just wondering what all of the banging was about."

Harry was just about to leave when he noticed the interesting expression on Malfoy's face. He was slightly flushed and his eyes had a slightly glazed look to them. He was gazing at Harry as if Harry was a god (which in Draco's opinion he was). 'In fact, if I didn't know better I would think that Malfoy was checking me out.'

'Woah! Hold on a minute! Did I just think that! Why on Earth would I think that Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God, would waste his time checking me out? He's probably just looking for something to insult be about.'

"Umm… I'll just go now," Harry said before turning back to the compartment with Ron and Hermione.

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